Chapter 2
"Hey, Ratchet. You look terrible. What's happened?" says Grimlock. He does not seem affected by the shrieks of Starscream as the Dinobots tear his wings off and glue articles of metal on him. "Sludge, bring more stuff. We'll make him a masterpiece!" Slag shouts. Sludge leaps into the heap of scraps, burrowing himself like a mole in earth. Ratchet pauses for a moment to take a breather before saying, "The Autobots are in need of your assistance. We found the Allspark and Megatron is trying to get it!"
Grimlock rolls his mechanical eyeballs before saying, "Yeah, I know all that. You told me the freak was hunting down the Cube before. And you found it. And that funny boy called Sam got himself into all the mess." For a moment, Ratchet looks surprised. "How did you know?" he says. "You told him last meeting. Remember?" Slag gets out as he puts a nice tiny Santa hat on Starscream's battered head. "Idiots!" Starscream sputters just as Swoop pecks him on his face. "Argh! Enough!" he screams.
"Fighting the Decepticon freaks?" "Yes, over there." Ratchet says. Grimlock looks at the sparkling city on his right. A part of the city is on flames. He thinks he can see a burly Decepticon in the distance, firing loads of bullets and a few rockets at some ants, or humans. "Brawl. That fume of exhaust." Grimlock growls. Then he doesn't think about his grudge with Optimus Prime. When the word 'Decepticons' come to his mind, it's all about fun. "Hmm...Although I don't really like Prime, we'll come along. And teach the Decepticons to lick Autobots. Hey, Slag. Are you done with that puny Decepticon?" "Yeah. Look, Grimlock. Our masterpiece." he declares triumphantly.
One look at Starscream being scrunched up into a despicable piece of junk like paper in a wastepaper basket is enough to make Ratchet and the Dinobots laugh like crazy. For a minute or two, the Autobots just howl and shriek with laughter. Starscream, weaponless and defeated can only snarl at them. "Fools, Megatron will crush your Sparks!" he spits. Grimlock just smirks. "I know your boss well enough. Besides, do you know that every Autobot out there thinks of you as a piece of junk metal? Like this Cola can!" He transforms to his dinosaur mode and incinerates a couple of them beside him with one puff of his fiery breath. "Hey Slag, maybe I can hit that stupid Brawl far over there with one kick on this ball." "I'll bet 900 vehicle wrecks on it!" Slag roars. "30 for me!" Swoop calls out. "80!" Snarl shouts. Sludge grins and grabs a large slab of a broken blackboard and an oddly large chalk. He scribbles the bets on the blackboard gleefully. Ratchet only looks on, amused.
Grimlock takes out a large rag and blindfolds Starscream out of pity so that he would not see his gruesome end. "Goodbye sweet Allspark! Goodbye wretched Earth!" moans the doomed Transformer. Grimlock merely snickers. "Enjoy your trip!" he roars before he gives the Starscream ball an almighty kick. "Eeeyah!" screams Starscream as he zooms into the sky like a rocket before changing course downwards towards Brawl.
At Mission City…
"These Decepticons! They'll fry our circuitry before the day is over!" Ironhide complains as Brawl continues to fire more rockets at him and the human allies. "This is bad!" Jazz declares, sending a blast of liquid nitrogen from his cyro-emitter at Brawl's head. He dodges it easily and sends a volley of armour-piercing rounds at Jazz, who plucks down a milk truck as a temporary shield. However, the bullets ignite the truck's fuel as they make contact and Jazz is knocked away by the explosion that follows. Lennox, the desperate human commander only yells, "Keep shooting!" Then his eyes catch something in the sky. "Is that Starscream?" he wonders aloud. Ironhide hears him and says, "No, it's….something round." He also sees the object in the sky. Something drops from the ball-like object. It is a moth-eaten Christmas hat.
As the ball gets bigger, Ironhide and the others, including Brawl have stopped firing at each other and are looking at the ball with wide eyes. Brawl's optic sensors grow increasingly alert as the wrecked Starscream, folded and mashed like a piece of origami, seems to target his presence. Brawl felt like the goalkeeper he saw on a human insect's TV in a bar a few days ago. He curses himself silently for not learning Galactic Ball long time ago on Cybertron as a young Transformer. "Pieces of wreckage and shards of spark." he mutters as the ball flies at him and flattens him like a lump of dough.
"Now what in Cybertron was that!" swears Megatron as he lands on a building while holding Jazz by his legs. "The Dinobots! I know their antics." Jazz smiles although he is presently at Megatron's mercy. "Fool! You hasten your worthless death that way!" booms Megatron. "If the Dinobots are here, I will tear you limb by limb, scum!" Just as he is about to do so, a couple of well-aimed missiles not from human silos slam into Megatron's side, forcing him to drop Jazz to safety. He manages to keep his balance on the steep skyscraper. He takes one horrified look at the petrified remains of his shoulder weapon and glances at the sky. "You fools of Dinobots! I'll crush your Sparks like the pebbles on this cursed planet before this day is over." he roars in rage just as Swoop releases a photon torpedo right at his legs.
Megatron screamed with anger and agony as he collapsed onto the burning and broken street of Mission City. He lands on a hotdog van and flattens it completely. But the stove in the van is ignited, and the explosion that follows sends him up into the smoky air like a trampoline. As Megatron lands once more with an almighty clatter with all his battered limbs splaying out like a human insect in the throes of death, he yells, "Stupid, tin can Dinobots!"
"Stupid who?" the unmistakable angry voice of Grimlock makes everybody's blood or Energon in their bodies chill. "You call the mighty Dinobots what? Tin cans?! You are one yourself, you piece of junk!"