Interdimentional
Chapter 2
"Humans?" Brainstorm questioned.
Swerve and he were currently hiding behind a cliff-side. Peaking out from behind their cover, they watched the local people mill about.
"Humans?" Swerve repeated. "We're on earth? That's like billions of miles away from where we were!"
"Trillions of light years." Brainstorm corrected. "But there's no way. Nothing in my workshop could have generated enough energy to teleport one person a fraction of that distance, let alone two."
"Those are definitely humans." Swerve said, looking out at the highway. "Maybe this is one of their colonies? A lot of organics like to set up civilization on other planets."
"No." Brainstorm shook his head. "Humanity isn't that advanced yet. They barely have space travel, and they only have that because of us. They couldn't have formed a colony any farther then their own solar system by now."
"So... We have to be on earth?" Swerve asked.
"I don't know how, but yes. We're on earth."
"I've always wanted to visit earth!" The small red car grinned. "I've only seen the pictures and heard stories, but now I get to see it for myself! Remember movie night? That was based on a human custom! I'm going to have so many ideas for the bar-"
Swerve got up to leave their hiding space and introduce himself to the humans. Suddenly he was yanked back.
"What the- hey!"
"Yeah, I've seen the picture and the stories too." Brainstorm said. "And something seems... Off."
"What do you mean?"
"Since Cybertronians first landed on earth, Humans have taken and used a lot of our technology." He pointed to the city in the distance. "These humans aren't that advanced."
"Maybe it's a rural area?" Swerve suggested.
"Nope." Brainstorm replied. "One of the technologies humans have from us is a telecomunication grid. In fact, Perceptor was the one to set it up in the first place. We should be getting signals all over the place and I can't even detect wireless internet."
As if to test the theory, he opened his communicator. Static filled the air and the jet quickly shut it off.
"So... Are we on earth or not?" Swerve asked. "Cause I'm seriously getting confused here."
Brainstorm didn't have an answer.
Ultra magnus sighed and rubbed his temples. He was going over the days accident report.
It was a lab accident and the only reliable witness was Whirl.
Whirl, currently trapped in a ball, was rolling around in front of him. Perceptor was also there, standing in the corner like a statue. His every response had been short, clipped and straight to the point. Ultra Magnus wasn't sure weather he should be grateful or concerned for that.
"Alright, that's enough for today." Ultra Magnus said. "The two of you are dismissed."
"What about this thing?" Whirl asked, poking at the ball with his claws. "I kinda want out. It's neat and all, but I can't pick up guns. or eat. or deface your office. I need one of these to sustain me, and it isn't eating."
"Perceptor?" Ultra Magnus questioned.
"Understood." Perceptor replied, somehow with less emotion then the wall behind him.
The law enforcer watched the two of them leave his office. He sighed again and got up from his desk. He placed down the report and tried not to look at the two names listed under casualties.
He was not looking forward to that announcement.
Miles away from where Brainstorm and Swerve landed was an ancient dormant volcano. Out on the desert, it would have been normal, except for the fact that it had a giant orange metal spaceship lodged in the side.
This leftover from a crash over four billion years ago was home to the Autobots.
"So what do you think it is?" asked Wheeljack. "Did the Decepticon Space bridge cause it? Was it an attack? And again, it wasn't me this time!"
Perceptor didn't answer right away. Teletraan1's computer screens were filled with numbers, graphs and other things that only Perceptor could really make sense of. But the more he looked, the more confused he became.
"I..." Perceptor hummed and sat back in his chair.
The morning had been so normal up until every electrical device had gone haywire. After an hour of trying to fix all the problems, Optimus had gathered a meeting to find the cause. After all, it was most assuredly Decepticon related.
Surrounding the computer console Perceptor was seated at were Optimus prime, Wheeljack, Prowl, Jazz and Red alert. Each waited patiently for more information from him.
"It's most definitely teleportation of some definition." He said at last. "But it simultaneously bears no resemblance to any known form of it. I... Don't know how to categorize this."
"Is it a natural phenomenon?" Asked Optimus.
"No." Perceptor answered right away. "I can read two unidentified spark signatures within the data."
The Autobots lead scientist immediately started tapping away at the keys. The screen in front of him suddenly filled with tangled lines.
"That looks like that Spaghetti stuff Spike showed me." Wheeljack remarked. "Except it wasn't mostly green."
Perceptor ignored him and pointed at the screen, towards the only two lines that weren't green.
"Those two lines are spark signals. And they don't match anyone in our database. Autobot or Decepticon."
"Well since we know they aren't ours, the Decepticons must have created new Cons then." Red alert surmised, looking back at the others.
"They couldn't have." Jazz said. "Vector Sigma was destroyed. No one's getting new sparks. Us or them."
"Perhaps the Cons created them before Vector sigma was destroyed?" Red alert looked to the saboteur.
"And just never sent them into battle?" Jazz asked. "Nah, that's not how the Decepticons roll."
"Regardless of how they were made," Prowl broke in to the conversation. "I want to know if this is going to happen again. What ever they used to teleport nearly destroyed our base and caused havoc throughout the northwest. We can't let it happen again."
"Agreed." Optimus prime said. "Perceptor. Can you locate the coordinates of where these two teleported?"
"I already have." He answered.