Worlds Apart
Something evil's watching over you
DJ screamed, tossing a rather large desk against the wall. He stood within a large lab with walls lined with computers. The lights were dimly lit and the floor was cluttered with data pads. Several of the computer screens were shattered. He howled once more, throwing a data pad at the nearby window. He panted lightly, looking over the broken room.
"Something wrong, Sonic Blast?"
DJ turned around, almost ready to throw another object. He paused as his mouth fell open. In the doorway of the office, a tall bot stood with bright red optics. His armor was a mix of cooled and haunting colors, his mouth covered by a thick, metallic faceplate. He chuckled. DJ dropped the data pad in hand.
"Sir!" he gasped, saluting.
"Easy, soldier," the bot replied, entering. "I hear you've lost your four tools."
"Techno Storm got to them," snapped DJ. "Took them into a hole in space…"
"And your tracer?"
"They took it out," grumbled DJ. "I knew they were slightly smart but coming this close to what's going on…"
"Ignore keeping things secret!" ordered the taller bot. "We need that chip!"
"I know!" howled DJ. "But we don't even know if they have…"
"They have it," chuckled the other.
"How can you be so certain? I didn't pick up anything about it over the listening frequency," mumbled DJ.
"The last one you picked up for this mission…you may have thought him the best to bring things together but keep things clueless," hissed the bot, his red eyes flickering.
"Sir, I think you're putting too much faith in this other worlder," huffed DJ. "Even if he is an Optimus Prime."
"It is the fact that he is an Optimus Prime that makes him so special. No matter what world you take him from or what position he may be in, he is a natural born leader and will fall into place with little trouble."
"But sir…" groaned DJ. "He was a space bridge working! There is no possible way that he could…"
"What? Develop a real leadership role over these little, misfortunate misfits?" laughed the larger bot. "It is perfectly possible and happening."
"So what do you want me to do?" DJ whispered.
"Take control! Take away the king and all you have are mindless pawns," howled the other.
"So…I'm supposed to capture Optimus Prime?" gasped DJ. "How!"
"Find a way, or you'll be the next one who falls into the smelting pit," snapped the other bot, leaving.
"But…sir!" whimpered DJ.
"Enough," hissed the other, turning around.
"Yes, sir," groaned DJ.
"Yes…what?" huffed the larger, optics flickering.
"Yes, Optimus Prime, sir," nodded DJ.