A/N Argh. Much work to do, and seeing as I wasted my spring break, I'm still swamped. Oi.
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(MIRRORVERSE)
"PRIMUS, how could this have happened?! A slaggin' homing beacon and we fell for it!"
"Sunstorm, calm down. It could have been worse."
The golden mech glared at his sister. "Well, excuuuuse me, Quicksnipe, but I for one wanted some action!"
The purple and teal femme glared at him. "Well, we ALL can't be the antsy warrior who need to drink the oil of our enemies to stay alive, Sunstorm!" She looked him over. "Besides, you're a mess." It was true; the mech was still healing from the surprise Autobot attack. One of his wings still ached anytime someone touched or jostled it.
"Humph. Still, fighting's better than sitting indoors all day." The Seeker snorted.
"Ah, ever the warrior, aren't we, Sunstorm?" The two looked up to see Starscream leaning on the door frame. "Well, f you can heal quickly enough, we MAY have an assignment for you."
"An assignment?" The mech asked eagerly. Since the Decepticons had defeated the Autobots, life on Earth had been relatively peaceful. Unfortunately, for warriors like Sunstorm, peace usually meant boredom everlasting. An assignment that had to do with Autobot wrong-doing was ok in his book, no matter what the danger was.
"Yes, but we'll need you in top shape, so rest up." Starscream replied.
"I can already feel myself healing…" The flyer replied, squirming excitedly.
"Primus, you're like a sparkling sometimes." Quicksnipe scoffed.
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"But sire, if those two fugitives left behind a homing beacon, then there was no way they could have escaped in time without us knowing." A young flyer named Cyclonus argued. The Decepticon cause had attracted many bots, young and old, from Cybertron. Among them were the members of team Charr, one of the elite teams established by Megatron and Starscream. Cyclonus, the third in command of Team Charr, was wise for his age, and eternally optimistic. Still, he had a tendency to be arrogant and rude occasionally and he had arguments with the second in command, Oil Slick, his senior by at least twelve earth years.
"Do not be so sure, Cyclonus." The Decepticon leader said. "Our science teams have detected a strange energy lingering on the sight of the beacon. It's not just energy from the space bridge either. Oil Slick, if you please."
The mech, his face hidden by a glass dome, stood up. "Thank you, sire." He said. "I have reason to believe this strange energy is the fabled Transwarp energy spoken about in some of the older files we took from the Autobots." A snort from Cyclonus made him pause, but he continued anyway. "At any rate, from what evidence the teams can come up with, we think the fugitives have somehow escaped into a parallel universe."
"A parallel universe? How silly!" The purple flyer snorted again. He was silenced by a glare from Megatron.
"I see. If they did somehow get to this parallel universe, we MUST go after them." Megatron demanded.
"But sir! Our teams are barely identifying this new energy! We won't be able to replicate it for some time, and by the time we do, it may be too late!" Oil Slick protested.
"I don't care. This is of the utmost importance. Now, if there are no more excuses or jeers, I want someone to send the Constructicons Mixmaster and Scrapper to my office as soon as possible."
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In the Autobot base, Rodimus Magnus was resting in his chambers when there was a knock on his door. "Sir?" A yellow-helmed mech peered inside.
"Ah, Hot Shot, just the bot I wanted to see." The Magnus slid into a sitting position and beckoned the mech forward.
"Ah, sir, I've got a report that, well, the fugitives Optimus, Sentinel and Wasp are nowhere to be found." The younger mech explained.
"Good, good. The last thing we need are those three messing up my plans." The red mech purred, setting back down.
"Um, sir, according to the spies we've planted in the Decepticon bases, the fugitives have escaped into some parallel universe." Hot Shot went on.
"WHAT?!" The Autobot leader's optics widened. "No…Impossible…"
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"Uh, you wanted to see us, Boss?" Mixmaster and Scrapper stood before the Decepticon leader, looking puzzled.
"Yes, do either of you know of a mech named Dirt Boss?" Megatron asked.
The two mechs looked at each other before nodding nervously. "Uh, what do you want with him, huh?" Scrapper asked nervously.
"Well, I have heard he is one of the greatest builders ever created. We NEED him to tell us what the space bridge needs in order for us to chase those fugitives you've heard about. Why? Is there a problem?"
"Well, he kinda taught us everything we know, but here's the thing: He expected us to excel in life after he was done teaching us, and…I'm not really sure he'll be happy to see us the way we are." Mixmaster replied glumly.
"Yeah, he was sort of a martial arts guy too. Crazy old bot had us call him 'Sensei' and stuff, and when he was cheesed, his roundhouse kicks were practically lethal." Scrapper added, shuddering.
"Well, I hope you will still be able to contact him. Crazy or not, we need his help."
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"So, let me get this straight…Sentinel, Optimus and Wasp have escaped into another universe. Am I right so far?"
"Yes, sir."
"And from what you can tell, they're there on a recruiting mission?"
"Yes…"
"And this other universe is inhabited by bots almost exactly like us, only the complete opposite?"
"Strange, but yes."
Rodimus Magnus sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "If we weren't in such crazy times, I'd have the Science team thrown in the Stockades…" He growled. "ALRIGHT then…" Standing from his throne, he paced before the nervous group of bots like a wolf trying to decide which one to eat first. "Unfortunately, the Autobots are in no condition to handle this right now. All we can do for now is wait. However, put everybot on alert. If any one is acting out of the ordinary, they are to be reported and handed over for interrogation. Understood?" The gathered bots nodded. "Alright. Everyone out. I need to think."
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(AnimatedVerse)
"Well Optimus, for once, I can truthfully say I'm impressed."
Wasp and Sentinel were standing in the collapsed center of the old Decepticon base. Night had already fallen, and the full moon's light glinted off their armor.
"See, I told you I could deliver." Optimus snorted in the most arrogant voice he could muster.
"Well, all that needs to be done is a little clean up and this place will make a good base." Sentinel commented.
"Sure, if it weren't for the fact that this is a massive crater, Sentinel." Wasp spat. "We'll need to go through the tunnels to get a good base going. Why don't you lead the way, Optimus?" The green bot looked over at their leader.
Optimus hesitated. He wasn't too familiar with the inner workings of the Decepticon base, but he'd seen enough to pull this off…For now, anyway.
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Meanwhile, Mirror Optimus was having a lot more trouble adjusting to this new world. Knowing that that pesky human Sari lived here, he'd had to paint over the purple in his insignia with red. Afterwards, he soon learned that this universe's Optimus was, for the lack of a better phrase, a complete pushover. Considering his ego had its own gravitational pull, it was going to be hard to be humble and submissive to these worthless bots. Plus, there was still the mission to consider. How the slag was he supposed to find the resident villains?
As he strode through the hall, he promptly slammed on the breaks when he heard a familiar voice. "Optimus? Hey, Optimus!"
The red mech turned to see an organic with glowing blue optics staring up at him. He blinked. This human looked like that other organic, Sari! But the Sari he'd seen was much smaller and didn't have such blue optics… "Um, hello, Sari." He said, waving.
"Hey, where have you been?" She asked. "I've been looking for you!"
"Uh, I've been…busy. Yeah, busy." He responded. Not a very good excuse, no, but it was better than nothing. "That energy spike from before just has me a little paranoid, I guess."
"Well, if it'll make you feel better, maybe you can take a drive to clear your thoughts." Sari suggested. "And while you're at it, maybe we could get some ice cream?"
"Uh…" Optimus paused. "I…guess so."
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"Optimus, we've passed this way before!" Wasp whined.
"Oh really? What makes you say that?" Sentinel asked.
"Sentinel, I left this mark here the second time we passed through here! Face it, you stupid excuse for a leader, you've gotten us lost!"
"Oh, is that right? Well, who was it who was sniffing around caves no bigger than a cyber-rat's hideout while I found this much better base?" The local Prime snarled back. He was getting good at being a hard-afted glitchhead. All he had to do was mimic the Sentinel he knew. "And another thing! Why haven't you changed your insignia colors? I almost had a run-in with the local Prime and his insignia is RED. Not purple, red! Do you WANT us to get caught!?"
Wasp was silent for a moment before grumbling, "Fine, fine, but we'll need some paint or something…"
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Still kinda short, but I wont' be on for a while, so enjoy.