Title: Transformers A Shattered Paradox
Rating: T for strong language, strong violence, dark themes, some torture and sexual themes and crude humor.
Genre: Family/Drama
Short Summary:
Twenty years of peace between new worlds, it seems a new threat has risen through Space and Time. The Cybertronians and humans are about to learn how to face their selves.
:::Chapter Three:::
All Fun and Games Until...
Songs Best Used:
Victory Lap-Audiomachine
Toccata-David Garret (Johann Bach)
Name of the Game-Crystal Method
Skorponok-Steve Jablonsky
The Cyber Games was something that was created about ten years ago so to involve all kinds of worlds and let them interact and get to know each other. It helped a lot, especially with some of the more competitive worlds who would have loved to just start a fight just to get some action going. A war had nearly started once between the Jharaynians and the Predacons because of their thirst for a good fight.
Luckily, the Cybertronian and Quintesson worlds stepped in and came up with a solution to the fighting.
Primacron had suggested a yearly competition between worlds where beings could fight without really hurting one another. He made up the Cyber Games to promote peace between those worlds.
In truth, the Cyber Games were more like the Earthly Olympics, where beings could compete their best against others. It dealt with Speed races, Sharp Shooting competitions, Aerial shows, sometimes even artistic contests where artists could create and show off their best art works, whether it be painting, crystal gardens, murals, sculptures, and even detailing on mechanical beings for cosmetically looks. There were even a Musical Arts where musicians of all types could enter and play their best music for the enjoyment of the viewers.
But other than the speed races, there really was one that everyone was looking forward to and it usually was the last one for everyone to participate in.
And that was the Survival Paint Wars.
The Survival Paint Wars was almost exactly like paintball fights. Beings of all kinds would have paint balls in their cannons and would track down other teams to shoot with the paint. Those teams who had less paint hits would win the game.
One of the Cybertronian teams, Team Autocons consisted many of the younglings of Cybertron were one of the best teams ever. The Prime twins and all of their friends were a part of the team, including a few humans on the team, such as Daniel Witwicky, Carley DeMarco, Annabelle Lennox, Delia Boyd, and Alexander Rory, who was Rex and Elena Rory's son and the youngest ever to participate in the games. He was fifteen years old now while the others were older by a few or so years.
As for the Cybertronians on the team, it was Beta and Omega, Slipstream, Sizzle, Nightbeat, Triggerload, and of course their last member, Race Track, Bumblebee and Spitfire's son.
The Cyber Games started bright and early on Cybertron with the sun beating down on the multi metal gleaming planet and a lot of alien ships and Space Bridges had arrived with the other worldly competitors. The first game to have started had been the Speed trials and this was where the youngling, Race Track was bouncing up and down on his peds to get his energon flowing.
Race Track was a smallish sort of mech but about Bumblebee's size, if not Spitfire's size exactly, and he almost looked just like his creator. He, however, was colored a brilliant red, yellow, orange and black. Red and yellow mixed well around his chassis, with a black checkered design on his arms and legs. His optics matched Spitfire's, being almost ice white with blue lining around the white.
"Well, if it isn't Little Race Track. Are you going to try and beat me this year?"
Race Track turned his helm and saw a slightly bigger Kaonite mech, whom was colored deep shining black with deep green optics. He frowned sourly before going back to work out his gears and axels. He just did not want to be taunted by Turboracer today.
"What not going to say anything? That's usually out of place for you. You don't usually shut up." Turboracer taunted mirthlessly with a grin. "All well. Once a loser, always a..."
Race Track nearly snapped as he turned around to give Turboracer a piece of his processor. He wasn't going to take that and let the fragger get away with it.
However, as Race Track turned to say something, a large arm snapped around his neck and held him in an arm lock, startling him from saying anything. He barely had time to see the icy blue and obsidian black coloring of Triggerload.
"Race Track doesn't have to say anything to appease you, Turboracer." Came the cool voice of one of his oldest friends. "He can take you on the track and show you he is a better racer than you."
Turboracer smirked as he looked over at the slim frame of Slipstream, who stood with the rest of her team, glaring at him. "Ah, the ever so lovely Slipstream. My, my, you look good today, as always. I can't see why you even want to be on the same team as those losers. You could always join my team, you know? The WINNING team." He said smoothly as he drifted closer to her.
Slipstream narrowed her optics at him, her servos on her slender waist. She did not miss a slight growl behind her and knew it was from her closest, best friend. She flicked her wing at him, silencing him and the others from retaliating to Turboracer's comment. "If I wanted to lose constantly every year, then sure. I'd join your team, Turboracer. But I happen to like winning. So I will stick with Team Autocons, who win every year. Now if you are done trying to provoke my team member, don't you have a race to warm up for like Race is doing?" She asked coolly.
Turboracer just smirked as he reached out and trailed a single servo along her arm. "I am already warmed up, love. Of course, I could a little more...revving up. Mind helping me out?" He asked flirtatiously winking at her.
Slipstream snapped her arm back away from him and glared coldly at him. "Over my deactivated frame, Turboracer! Touch me again, not only will I rip your servo from the wrist but then you will have to deal with my creator!" She then smirked coldly as she looked pointedly behind him. "And just as a warning, he is glaring laser fire at you right now."
Blinking in surprise, Turboracer turned his head to look over his shoulder plates and found that, indeed a pair of furious red optics was on him. He shuddered nervously to see the red, white, and blue Seeker High Lord Protector looking ready to pull out his Null Ray to use on him.
"Ah...yeah. Well," the now nervous Kaonite murmured before looking back at Slipstream, who was smirking at him. "We will be seeing you later on the shooting range then, Slipstream. Good...uh, luck to you." He shot Race Track a cold smirk as he turned to leave. "See at the finish line, Slow Track, after you come in last place." He added before leaving.
Several optics and human eyes watched him go, all glaring after him. The young Cybertronians and humans couldn't believe the nerve of that mech. He was such a jerk!
Slipstream shook her head as she watched him go before sending a thankful smile to Starscream for his way of intimidating an unwanted suitor who just could not get it into his processor that she wasn't interested.
"I don't know about you but I am looking forward to watching Race Track making that slagheap eat his dust like he did last year." Someone spoke up.
The whole team of Cybertronians and humans perked up with smiles and looked to see a small mechanical lumbering towards them. He was a Predacon, obviously, but like his creator. He was not as large as Predaking was but much smaller. He was a larger than the humans, but about the same size as some of the young Cybertronians. His frame was of red gold in coloring with black tribal markings all over. His optics, like his creator's, was a molten gold color.
As for his wings, they were not as large as Predaking's wings were but they were bat like and spread wide around his frame and whip like tail. He had them folded down at the moment but the younglings knew how they looked when they were spread out.
"Hey! Dragcon! How's it going?" It was Nightbeat who greeted enthusiastically as the smallish but large dragon bot approached them.
The dragon bot grinned a fang filled smile, his wings twitching. "I am well. Things on my world is going good. There are more and more hatchlings every day. Creator is very proud of how things are going. I have been helping out in the Hatchery when I am not training or working on my aerial maneuvers." He stated as he dipped his head a little to allow Carely, Delia and Annabelle coo at him and pet him.
"So you think you and your team have a chance this year?" Sizzle asked and was nudged by Beta and scowled at by Omega.
But Dragcon shrugged his wings, nodding his head. "Against your team, no. You're too good. You guys have won the last two years. But against other teams, yes. The Preda Team have gotten better. We have worked really hard and really organized our strategies since Grimwing took over as Coaching Mentor. He has helped us a lot to get our acts together. He has been nothing but a wonder to us." He said smiling.
The other younglings smiled, loving to hear that. They were sure that Dragcon's team would have a shot to winning this year if Grimwing, one of their parents' closest allies, had been coaching the Predacons.
"Well we look forward to competing against you then, Dragcon. May the best bots win." Slipstream said as she held out her servo to the young Predacon.
Grinning, Dragcon raised his claw and shook her servo firmly. "You're on. But so you know, Speedclaw had been getting good at the speed trials. He might be a challenge for you, RT." He said grinning over at Race Track.
Race Track grinned right back before giving him a thumbs up. "Looking forward to racing against him then." He remarked.
Dragcon just nodded before turning his head to look back the way he had come. "Oh, better go. Grimwing is calling for a last minute meeting with the team." He looked back at his Cybertronian friends, smiling. "By the way, I was at your concert last orncycle. Awesome work! You guys rock! Can I get a signed data pad so you are all so famous now for being the best band in the universes?"
The whole group laughed and all nodded. "Yeah, sure! For you, Dragcon, anything!" Nightbeat said happily as he pulled out a data pad and started signing his name in it. He passed it to the others and they also put their names on it, including the human band members.
As soon as the Speed Races started, everyone learned a valuable lesson during the races.
One, the speed races were something only the fastest beings could be in.
Two, always watch for others around you, especially the much smaller beings who were not mechanical. They would sometimes end up getting hit or ran over and that was something that all tried to avoid, even if there were medics standing by just in case someone got hurt.
And three, sometimes other competitors cheated.
Race Track learned that one as soon as the blaring alarm went off to start the race. He immediately put the pedal to the metal and took off with screeching tires and roaring engines. He, like Bumblebee, had taken a Chevy Camaro alt mode, only in red, black and yellow to honor both of his parents. And so far, he looked good and was good at what he did.
Because as the race had started, he was already in the lead, speeding down the track with his pistons roaring.
And that was when Turboracer rear ended him!
Yelping and beeping in surprise and anger, Race Track had to twist and turn his rear tires to keep himself from spinning out of control. He lost a few seconds of staying in the lead, three other competitors speeding past him, including that glitch, Turboracer!
"Ha, ha! Smell your exhaust later, Slow Track!" The son of a glitch yelled as he took the lead.
Growling, Race Track was squealing his tires and taking off to catch up. He was furious! He should have known Turboracer would have done something like that! He always did!
It did not take long for Race Track to bypass all of the competitors in the race, pausing only for a second to wink his head lights at Turboracer as he sped past him. He heard his rival growl his engine viciously after him. But he ignored him as he sped up.
There had been a few more attempts to cheat during the race but Race Track was always ready for them. And in the end, he still won the race and he didn't have to cheat. He came in first, Turboracer came in second and in third, came the Predacon, Speedclaw.
But because Turboracer had tried cheating, and had gotten a few other contestants hurt during the race because of reckless driving, he had been disqualified from the title. It had been the decision of the judges for the Games; which consisted The Primes, The High Lords and the Kings and Queens of different worlds. It had been an outstanding rule that no one was allowed to cheat during the games.
So Race Track was in first place, Speedclaw in second and for third was an organic alien being called an Animali from the animalistic world named Zooglicana. It didn't help that Chamita, the Animali was a cheetah based being. He had been extremely fast on his padded feet and it impressed a lot of the watchers.
The next games happened to be the Sharp Shooters Game and as it was, there were a lot of talented contestants. But no one was surprised when Triggerload won. He was very good at what he did, all because of his creator, Ironhide and his mentor, Bluestreak. He had hit every single bulls eye on his targets and that was enough for him to win the Sharp Shooters Game.
The Arts Contest was going on during the Sharp Shooting Games and everyone was excited to listen to Delia Boyd play on her violin. She had been playing since she was eight years old and with Soundwave being her music instructor, she had become quite talented indeed.
So when Delia came on the stage, dressed in a gorgeous lavender satin gown, a beautiful black violin in hand, everyone was excited to hear what she had planned. Many had applauded politely as she walked to the middle and all were surprised when Ratbat also appeared.
"Guten tag, herr Richters." Delia said softly in German as she spoke into the mike as looking at who was judging the Musical Arts competition. "Mein name is Delia Boyd and mein assistant is Ratbat. He will be playing the backup music while I play mein violin. I will now play a musical number written by talented Johann Sebastian Bach, Toccata. Please enjoy." She added before shifting her violin to her shoulder.
When it was completely silent, Ratbat began playing quite a sinister haunting melody full of violins, cellos, and drums in the background. There was even a hint of an electric guitar mixed in with the music.
And then Delia began playing the music at a fast pace, her fingers dancing along the neck, eyes closed as she lost herself to the music. She played beautifully with Ratbat watching her with a smile on his face. His wings twitched to each beat he played as if dancing along to the music.
It was honest to be said that everyone listening to Delia was lost to the hauntingly energetic melody. It was seen too many that many were nodding their heads at each beat and rhythm of Delia's music.
When the music finally came to an end, the crowd exploded into applause and cheers while Delia smiled brightly and curtsied to all of them. Even Ratbat took a bow for the applause he even gotten.
The Aerial Show was a pretty big hit with all of the fliers out, showing off maneuvers.
Slipstream had dominated the Aerial show with outstanding flight skills. She had flown at outstanding speeds and even did some maneuvers not many could pull off. She spun, barrel rolled, flipped in the air, free fell while flipping in the air while in bipedal mode, flew to the highest point where many could barely see her. She was honestly a beauty in flight and so it was no wonder that she won the show.
And finally, the main event came along.
The Survival Paint wars was far from actual sight of viewers, taking place in a vast mountain valley. It was taking place away from viewers so no one would distract the teams while playing.
The only way for anyone to watch was through spy drones and cameras set up for them to watch, almost like a reality show.
There were only a select few who were chosen as referees for the games and they mostly stayed off to the side lines, watching carefully as the wars went on. They could pinpoint all contestants by trackers that all were to wear. With them, there were a few medics, just in case something got out of hand and someone got hurt.
The teams playing in the Survival Paint wars were armed with only paint rounds in their cannons and paint guns. They each had their own team colors loaded in the cannons and guns.
Team Autocons' color was a powder blue.
As it was, the game was going on and the teams made shots at their rivals. They were all sneaking around through trees, keeping tabs on each other through com links.
"Slipstream to fellow team mates, is everyone in position?" Slipstream spoke through her com link while stationed on a high cliff, looking out into the valley.
"Nightbeat to Slip, I am."
"So am I." Rang out Beta from wherever she was.
"Trig, here. I am right where you told me to be and I have Alex with me, Slip. I have my optics on a team member from Team Predcon. He is pretty well hidden but the only thing giving him off is he let me see him. I think he and Team Predacon wants a shot at Team Speed. Seems to me that they weren't too happy with Turboracer cheating either."
Slipstream nodded as she kept her servo on her com. "Yeah, I ran into Dragcon while getting to the hill side. He said he wants to help us take Team Speed out too. The Team Preds are with us." She stated back.
"Sizzle, here. I am in position."
"Anna and Del are together with Nightbeat and Ratbat, Slipstream. I saw Daniel and Carley with Omega on the other side." Came Race Track's reply.
Slipstream nodded again as she looked out towards the valley and began scoping out, trying to locate their targets. "All right. We have an allying team and three Teams still against us. Keep a look out for them and report in immediately. Everyone, let's win this!"
A series of "Yes, ma-am!" came back and then everyone began moving.
Slipstream remained station on the cliff side, watching carefully of what was happening. She already spotted one of the Predacon scouts and was sure he saw her too but they ignored each other as they kept looking out for their rivals.
It wasn't too long before Slipstream spied a flash in the distance and she frowned. There shouldn't have been any flashes in the game. It was a paint war.
"Slipstream to Team, I saw a flash. Did anyone hear any explosions or see anything?" The Seeker femme asked seriously.
A round of negatives came back. No one saw anything.
"Someone from Team Speed better not be cheating again." Slipstream growled before shifting into her narrow Cybertronian Jet alt mode. She paused to glance at a spy drone flying into the direction she was about to go in. "Hmmm. Seems the judges are thinking the same thing. Slip to Team, I am checking out the flash. Stand by."
"Be careful, Slipstream." Sizzle spoke up sounding concerned. "In case it is a trap and one of the Teams is cheating, you need to be careful."
Slipstream smiled at the concern her best friend, and secret crush, showed. "Don't worry, Siz. I am Nightbird's daughter, you know. I will be careful." She said before flying towards the location of the flash.
Not too much before, the flash that Slipstream had seen had happened to be a Space Bridge. An unauthorized Space Bridge, nonetheless.
But it wasn't one that any of the Teams or any of the Judges had been responsible for.
The Space and Time Bridge had opened in a brilliant cyan and purple color, flashing and spitting out its traveler like a rag doll. The traveler landed in a heap, optics off lined and unmoving. The only sound made was harsh venting before a groan escaped from her vocalizer.
The traveler un-shuttered her optics and reached up to rub her chevron in an achy pain. She was a young Seeker femme, who looked like she had seen a harsh side of battle. Her silver and blue frame was heavily dented, energon was spilling from gashes made in her.
But she was at least alive.
"Wh-what...happened?" The Seeker femme whispered before looking around before gasping and shooting up to see all around her. Her spark was whirling violently in her chassis as she stared around in shock. "Wh-where am I?!" She gasped taking in the beauty around her.
This place...it looked like Earth! But that was impossible! Earth wasn't so bright anymore! It didn't have a sun! And the sun was beating down on her now as she looked up at it, only not directly so not to damage her optics.
"This...this is impossible! This can't be Earth!" The Seeker gasped before feeling something in her servo. She frowned and looked down at what she held and frowned curiously. "The data pad and that weird controller."
It was the data pad and the controller that Whisper had given her.
Slipstream lift it up and gently activated it. She figured where ever she was, the data pad would have the answers. She knew it had to.
The scratched screen flickered before activating and she saw Whisper on it. He looked grave as he gazed back at her through the pad.
"Slipstream, if you are seeing this recording, then it was time to put forth the plans I made with someone you have not met yet. I know you're confused of what you might be seeing around you. But you have to know where you are. You are on Earth." Slipstream's optics widened in surprise and denial. "Now I know what you're thinking, Slippy. But trust me, it is Earth. It's just not the one you know.
"You see, the Space and Time Bridge I made you go through is at the end of a Transdimentional rift. You are now in a new dimension. A mirror dimension from your own. Everything there is completely opposite from what you know. It is really hard to explain and we don't have a lot of time. What I need you to do is find someone. A Seeker like you. Her name is Nightbird. Find her and tell her that Sean is alive. She will know who you're talking about." Whisper smiled faintly. "You see, Slippy. I am from that dimension and I used to be a human named Sean. Sean McCourie. I came to your dimension to make a change, to help put things right that someone made a mistake with. He knows you are coming and he knows why. He is going to help you. You can trust him. Find Nightbird. She will take you to the Gods, Slip. And then everything will be all right. I promise. We will save your world, your family. But whatever you do, do not and I mean do not shoot Opt..."
The message was suddenly cut off when Slipstream heard a loud crack. She jumped and looked up just in time to see a cyan and purple vortex appear out of nowhere. Not really wanting to see who was going to come out of the Space and Time Bridge, Slipstream scampered painfully and unsteadily to her peds before hurrying to hide.
It was just in time too because as soon as she ducked behind a large bolder of rock and trees, here came three mechs being spat out much like how she did.
And her spark nearly seized in fear to see them.
Growling, the shortest of the bunch climbed to his peds, brushing off debris he had gotten from rolling and crashing across the ground. "Stupid mother effing fragging son of a glitch! When I find that lil' glitch, ah'm gonna...!" He halted, his vicious red visor looking around. "What the...?!"
The other two mechs; a large acid green and purple bulky mech and a smaller viciously red and orange mech looked around with wide optics and jaws fallen.
"Whoa! Where the frag are we?! Is this still Earth?! It don' look like it!" The lumbering mech exclaimed looking around.
Narrowing his visor, Jazz frowned, looking around with a disgusted look at all of the green and brilliance of the place surrounding them. "It is Earth. I rememb'a it looking like this before we found Prime. But...what ah don't is why it looks like we didn't even touch it." He murmured thoughtfully before turning to look at his companions. "Bulkhead, Cliffjumper, spread out and start scouting. Find out where the frag we are." He then reached up and tapped his helm. "Jazz to base, anybody reading me?"
There was only a crackle of static.
"Slaggit! Seems we outta range." Jazz grumbled before looking at the two who had yet to move. "Hey! What the frag ya still standing there for?! Start scouting...!" He snapped.
Bulkhead and Cliffjumper glowered before starting to move to listen. They knew better than to...
Suddenly they stopped when they heard jet engines. They looked up at the bright blue sky to see that indeed a Cybertronian Jet was approaching them.
And Jazz recognized it as he immediately had out his cannon blaster and a wicked smirk on his face. "Ooooh, looks like some Seeker glitch is getting too bold now." He said wickedly as he watched the Seeker coming closer.
"Should we shoot the glitch down?!" Cliffjumper asked, blaster out and looking ready for action.
Jazz, however, frowned, his visor zeroing in on the approaching Seeker. He shook his head as he relaxed. "Not yet. She don' even have her weapons activated. Though Ah could's sworn Ah tore her thrusters a part. She shouldn' even be able to fly so soon. Let's just see what she does."
The other two nodded and watched as the Seeker femme came much closer before transforming and landing on the Earthy ground with a bewildered look on her face.
The hidden Seeker femme had to hide a gasp from escaping when she saw who it was and could not even believe it. She must have hit her helm harder than she thought on that landing. There was no way, no possible way that she was even looking at herself!
"Jazz?" Slipstream called over as she began approaching, making the mech's optical ridges raise in amusement ad confusion. "Bulkhead, Cliffjumper? What are you doing? I thought..."
Jazz shifted his weight and placed his free hand on his waist, head tilting. "What are we doin'? What the frag are ya doing, Slippy? Ya sure gettin' bold and naive to come at us like we ya friends or sumething." He said chuckling darkly.
The Seeker femme stopped where she was and frowned in surprise. "Is this a new obstacle for the Games?" She asked frowning.
Jazz made a confused look as he tilted his head. "Games?" He then grinned viciously before raising his cannon blaster and aiming at her with the other two. "Yah, sure. We can call it a game. Let's call it Shooting Tag. And guess what, Slippy? Ah'm it. So ya better run." He said darkly.
Shocked, Slipstream stepped back, her servos raising and her wings twitching in unease. "Jazz, this isn't funny! What are you doing?!" She gasped now starting to retreat backwards.
"Ah'm killing ya, what does it look like, Decepticon glitch?" Jazz asked grinning insanely before opening fire.
Shrieking in shock and fear, Slipstream bolted to one side and started running as fast as she could as Jazz, Bulkhead and Cliffjumper started shooting at her. She couldn't believe this!
Jazz, Bulkhead and Cliffjumper were shooting at her! WITH LIVE ROUNDS!
The hidden Seeker femme looked on with horror and shock. She just could not believe what she was even seeing! She must have been having a recharge flux or something because none of this made sense! How could she even be seeing herself! She was seeing a double of herself! It just didn't make any sense whatsoever!
The Seeker femme watched as her double moved as fast as she could across the clearing, dodging, rolling and just trying to avoid getting hit. She was just so confused of what was going on. But...
Glancing down at the data pad Whisper had given her, Slipstream's optics slowly lit up. 'A mirror dimension. Whisper said that this is like a mirror dimension. Is it possible?' She though before snapping her head back up when she heard a painful screech from her double. She looked up just in time to see Jazz, Cliffjumper and Bulkhead getting ever so closer to hitting the other Seeker femme.
"Jazz, stop it!" Slipstream screamed as she began dodging the live fire only to receive a cackle in answer. She immediately tapped her com system, gasping as she had to skid across the ground as a vicious round almost collided with her. She turned and bolted towards the tree line. "Slipstream to Team! Get referee's attention now! I am under LIVE fire!"
There was a pause before her com link roared to life and several of her friends began yelling, "WHAT?!"
"What do you mean live fire, Slipstream?! Who is cheating?! Is it that son of a glitch...?!" She heard Sizzle yelling.
Slipstream gasped in pain as one of the blasts clipped her wing and she ducked behind a tree, only to have to bolt when the three seemingly homicidal mechs opened fire on her cover. "NO! IT'S JAZZ! HE IS TRYING TO KILL ME! FOR REAL!" She screamed into her com before gasping again when she felt a burning in her back as a stunning round hit her from behind. She shrieked and went tumbling down.
"SLIPSTREAM?! SLIP! WHAT IS HAPPENING?! SLIPSTREAM!"
Slipstream, shuddering in pain, shakily turned around to see a malicious looking Jazz, Bulkhead and Cliffjumper now approaching her, cannons on her. "Ja-Jazz, st-stop! Please! It hurts!" She begged, her servo now raised toward them off.
Jazz grinned maliciously as he trained his cannon directly at her face, making her draw back in fear. "It's suppose ta hurt, Slipstream. It's called meh killin' ya." He said as he began charging his cannon. He paused when he saw a flash of movement and snapped his visor towards it.
It was...some kind of spy drone. It looked harmless enough, however. It seemed to have some kind of recording device on it.
"Well," Jazz said smirking as he looked viciously up at the spy drone as it drifted closer, obviously getting a better look at the three. He winked his visor cheekily before looking back at Slipstream with a cruel smile. "We have an audience. Good. Now all Decepticons can see what happens when they frag with Autobots!" He said cruelly before beginning the process to fire and blow Slipstream's head to pieces.
"JAZZ! WRONG ONE, YOU SON OF A GLITCH!"
All four Cybertronians jolted at the sound of a voice and heads jerked up and spun to see the source. Slipstream was shakier than the other three, her whole frame shuddering violently and her optics were starting to glitch out. She was starting to fall off line. But not before she saw the one who was distracting her would be killers who were suppose to be her friends. And it shocked her very core to see what she was even looking at.
Herself.
A copy of herself, who looked so banged up and so damaged glaring at the now bewildered three mechs. She was propping herself against a large boulder, dented cannon blaster aiming right at the three mechs.
And then, Slipstream saw darkness as she fell into forced recharge even as she heard explosions of cannon fire and roars of rage from the three mechs.
Author's Notice:
Hope you enjoyed yet another little cliffhanger that I seemed to love torturing all of you with. lol.
One of my readers asked me what exactly was going on at the beginning and why I am making doubles of all of the Transformers characters. Well, simply to say, I have always wanted to write a Transformers Shattered Glass Universe story and I wanted to just try it out along with one of mine. I know it might be confusing with all of the doubles but I will try and make it as easy as possible so you know who is who and who is talking and all of that stuff.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this new updated chapter and I look forward to all of the comments that you might have. Review! ^_^
Best Wishes,
Serin Darkwolf