Worlds Apart

"We have to pull together"

"So you're Optimus Prime?"

The three couldn't quite grasp the fact that this new recruit was the Optimus Prime. On the other hand, Optimus didn't understand why everyone was freaking out. He was no big deal that he knew of. Hot Shot and Prowl were losing it while finally Perceptor stood up. Hot Shot and Prowl stopped as the scientist stepped in between the two groups.

"Now," Perceptor sighed. "We've got two ideas here. Why not stop and talk about this?"

"What's so special about me?" questioned Optimus.

"Alright. So what position are you in, Optimus?" Perceptor asked.

"I work a space bridge crew," Optimus explained. "I'm a washout from the academy."

"See," Perceptor hummed to Hot Shot and Prowl.

"See what? What's going on?" gasped Optimus.

"Perceptor, explain that whole other dimension stuff!" ordered Hot Shot, waving a hand.

"You see, Optimus, we all come from different worlds. Like in your world, you're a space bridge crew leader, but in ours, you're…" Perceptor stopped, not sure how to put it easily.

"Something like, oh, commander of the Autobot army," grumbled Hot Shot. "Nothing too big."

"Leader of the Autobots?" gasped Optimus. "Who do you take me for? Ultra Magnus?"

"Is that you're leader?" asked Prowl.

"Yes," nodded Optimus.

"So this dimensional jumper…" Perceptor whispered.

"DJ," Hot Shot corrected.

"Right, DJ evidently needs us for something," mumbled Perceptor.

"That's what he told me," Prowl sighed.

"He said he needed us, badly," added Hot Shot.

"Why don't we ask him?" Optimus offered, leaning back.

"What?" snapped Hot Shot.

"He is right there," Optimus finished, pointing behind Hot Shot.

Hot Shot and Prowl spun around to see DJ watching them. He sat in a bright white chair which shaped well to his slick, black armor. His smile was unconvincing, though, toward friendly relationships. He looked up lightly, staring directly at Hot Shot. The soldier flinched as the unknown alley lifted himself up.

"Welcome," he purred.

"Who are you!" shouted Hot Shot and Prowl.

"Call me a friend," he replied.

"Rather not," huffed Prowl.

"You said you needed us for something important," Perceptor reminded.

"Of course!" DJ cheered. "I need you to retrieve a part for me."

"You brought four different worlds together so you could retrieve a piece of one of your toys?" snapped Hot Shot.

"Something like that!" laughed DJ. "You see, this part is the final part to a universal transporter for every worlder."

"So anyone who wields such a toy would be able to transport any place desired," Perceptor hummed.

"Can't you do that already?" snapped Prowl.

"I can't go everywhere," chuckled DJ. "Only Transformer based worlds."

"Alright," huffed Hot Shot. "Why don't you just go after it!"

"You see I am not a good fighter," DJ hummed. "And others are after this piece."

"So we're being used here," sighed Prowl.

"Look at it as you wish. I'm sending you four after my missing piece," DJ hummed.

"Why us?" Perceptor asked.

"Yeah, why us?" Optimus asked, finally speaking up.

"While all of you have special qualities," DJ explained. "All of you can be taken out of your world without any problem."

"So nobody will miss us," Perceptor whimpered. "How sad."

"That explains why you didn't get someone like leader of the Autobots or second in command," shrugged Hot Shot.

"We've got brains, logic, strength, and leadership here. What more can we ask for in a team," DJ laughed.

"I want to go back to my world!" ordered Hot Shot.

"I need to finish my research," sighed Perceptor. "Some info about this experience will help."

"My brothers will worry," Prowl whispered.

"I was in stasis, nobody really cares," shrugged Optimus.

"Do this mission for me and I'll send you all home," nodded DJ.

"Really?" Hot Shot asked.

"Truly," answered DJ.

"Where are we going anyhow?" Perceptor asked.

"Another Transformers world but with different features. Disguises are needed," DJ explained. "There are some humans that will help. But you aren't allowed to explain this experience."

"Alright," Hot Shot nodded. "Stay hidden, humans can be of some help, and don't explain the whole "other dimension" junk. Got it!"

"Basically," nodded DJ. "Are we ready?"

"This is going to end badly, isn't it," sighed Prowl.