Worlds Apart
Prologue 3: Robot in Disguise
Prowl sped hastily down the road, sirens wailing. He was in hot pursuit of a speeding vehicle. It was a sports car, not surprising, low to the ground, glittering black with tinted windows and an almost golden looking windshield. It had been racing away from Prowl for most of the morning.
"Pull over!" Prowl ordered once more.
"Alright," chuckled the car, turning into a dirt road.
"I hate people like this," groaned Prowl, turning after it.
They kept driving until they were too far from the city for Prowl's liking. He needed to finish this quickly. He charged up, boosters activating. In a flash he was in front of the black car and hitting his brakes hard. The sports car slowed down to a stop. Prowl sighed. It was finally over, or so he thought before the small black car transformed before his optics.
"Hello, officer Prowl," hummed the bot.
"Who are you?" Prowl hissed, transforming.
"I need your assistance," the bot hummed, offering his hand.
"Never!" howled Prowl, raising his guns.
"I thought you would resist," chuckled the bot.
He swiftly rushed toward Prowl. The Autobot officer moved quickly at the other bot.
The two collided, but Prowl was easily knocked off his feet with his gun spinning away from him. The black bot sighed, stepping over to the fallen weapon.
"Who are you!" ordered Prowl.
"I am an Autobot, I promise you," sighed the bot.
"You seem like a 'Con in my book!" groaned Prowl, sitting up.
"I need your help, now!" the bot growled. "I am offering you the chance of a life time!"
"Chance of a life time?" Prowl repeated.
"Yes. A chance to do something very few get to do," the bot smiled. "Cross dimensions."
"That's impossible!"
"Maybe but don't you want to find out."
The black bot held out his hand for Prowl. The Autobot officer sighed. He didn't trust this guy. While crossing dimensions seemed impossible, there was a linger interesting. He needed to see it for himself. No Decepticon would try this, would they? This bot said he was an Autobot anyway. Prowl nodded, grabbing the outreached hand.
"Any funny business and I'll call in the other Autobots," Prowl groaned.
"Fine by me," shrugged the other.
Everything fell black. Prowl groaned. Everything was melting away but seemed to flash in a way that made him nauseous. He shut his optics so that he couldn't see anything else.