Interdimentional
"Lazerbeak: Reporting in." Soundwave announced as he entered the room with his cassetticon on his arm.
"Good." Megatron replied. "Perhaps it will explain what happened this morning. Start the projection."
Behind him, Starscream started to shuffle around. The jet hadn't been to thrilled by Megatron's sudden order for a meeting. Especially when it was just him, Megatron and Soundwave; he'd be out voted.
Soundwave held his arm aloft and allowed Lazerbeak a better position to display her video.
The video showed a small clearing in the middle of a forest. If not for the radio tower, one might have guessed it had been untouched by humanity. There was sudden movement from the side of the clearing and two figures exited the forest. Their Autobot brands were fully visible, as were the four long wings sported by the taller of the two.
The instant the two new arrivals appeared on screen, Starscream hiked his wings and scowled. He muttered something that sounded like 'Great, another worthless Autobot jet... The last one's tried to follow me home.' Megatron didn't really pay attention to him. He'd seen Starscream display the same behavior when the Arielbot's were created. Megatron just figured it was a seeker thing.
However, his interest was piked by the new Autobots.
"Soundwave. What records do we have of these two?" Behind him, Starscream continued to scowl at the blue jet on screen.
"Data acquisition: N/A "
Megatron hmm'd to himself. "Vector sigma is gone, so we know they didn't just create them. The Autobot's must have hid them away somewhere until now. Just like Autobots to create soldiers and then not even use them!"
Soundwave nodded in agreement but Starscream shook his head.
"The timing is off." He looked back at Megatron just as the video ended with the Autobot's escorting off the new bots. "They claimed the Arialbot's we're the first jet's they'd ever created! Sigma was destroyed shortly after that."
"Oh?" Questioned Megatron. "And you trust the words of the Autobot's because?"
Starscream didn't answer, he just folded his arms and glared.
'Something...' He thought. 'Isn't right.'
"Soundwave!" Megatron said, turning to face his third-in-command. "Release Ravage. Spy mission. I want to know more about these two."
"-Another universe?" Sideswipe asked just as they entered the ark.
"It's the only explanation." Brainstorm responded.
"What I don't get," Swerve interjected. "Is why we know all of you, but you've never heard of us. Seriously, I employ Bluestreak for my bar part-time!"
Behind Swerve, Bluestreak gave a thoughtful look at the idea. He murmured that he'd always liked the idea of serving drinks.
Before anymore could be said, Oprimus prime entered the room with Red alert following behind him.
"Greetings." He addressed Swerve and Brainstorm. "I've been told you're Autobots?"
"One's we've never heard of." Red alert stated in a manner that seemed skeptical.
"Oh, yes." Brainstorm said. "Due to an unfortunate accident, on Swerves part not mine, it appears that we've wound up in some kind of alternate universe-"
"Hey! Your lab, your fault!" Swerve interrupted.
"-And we don't know when, or if, we'll be able to get back."
"Indeed. Perceptor?" Optimus turned as the red microscope entered the room. "What do you make of this?"
Brainstorm's wings raised with interest. After meeting the doppelgangers of several of the Lost Light's crew, he'd known that there was chance he would meet someone he knew, but he hadn't really thought it would be this universes version of Perceptor.
"I've yet to fully analyze their unconventional method of transportation. But their current explanation doesn't quite fit in with our modern scientific paradigm. However, their claims can't be discredited with out further examination of-"
"Okay, Perceptor." Optimus cut him off. "I'll just take that to mean you have a handle on things."
Brainstorm grinned beneath his mask. It was a different universe, but some things still stayed the same. For instance, Perceptors uncanny ability to take simple things and explain them in a way so complicated you needed seven degrees just to comprehend it. Brainstorm loved it.
"Hey," Swerve spoke up. "Where does that leave us? I mean, we can't go home right now... So, yeah... What i'm saying is, do you have a bar?"
"A bar?" Sideswipe questioned.
"Yeah!" Swerve said. "If I'm going to be here until the local scientists can science us back home, I wanna spend it doing something fun."
"We don't have one." Red alert said disapprovingly. "Why would we? In the middle of a war? Optimus, they have to be Decepticon spies! They're trying to get us all wasted on high-grade so the rest of them can attack!"
"... Good to know you're just as paranoid in this universe as you are in ours, Red alert." Brainstorm muttered. "I suppose this would be a bad time to ask for access to a lab..?"
The request had Red alert sputtering in indignity. "You?! You, some stranger that appeared out of nowhere with a ridiculous story, want access to extremely volatile high-tech equipment in the middle of our base?"
Red alerts voice had raised by several octaves by the time he finished his sentence. Optimus gave him a chiding look.
"I do not mean to offend you," Optimus addressed Brainstorm. "But he is correct. We cannot afford the risk of letting the two of you run around our base unsupervised."
"Then how will we get back?" He asked.
"Perceptor can handle it." Optimus missed the way Brainstorm stiffened at the comment and continued. "For now, I'd like the two of you to head to the med-bay."
"Why?" Asked Swerve. "We're not injured."
"Because we need to build profiles on you. Starting with a medical examination."
Everything on the Lost Light had been fixed. Everyone on-board had calmed down. The funeral for Swerve and Brainstorm was being planned. Order had, mostly, been restored.
That's when the beeping started.
Every device capable of making sound had suddenly whirred to life, and beeped in unison. To most of the crew, the beeping was erratic. Long and short pulses with no discernible pattern.
However, it gave Perceptor pause.
"It couldn't be..." He muttered to himself. "Morse code?"
He quickly pulled a blank data-pad from his desk and started writing down the letters. The minutes passed by as he jotted down the message. When he finished he glared down at the message in front of him.
He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or furious at them, but at least he knew they were alive.
He then grabbed several items off his desk and headed for Brainstorms destroyed lab. On his way there he opened his .