Worlds Apart
The Light will Save Us All
There was a flash and suddenly all was done. DJ groaned, trying to get a good grip on the newly found sword in his chest. Out of nowhere a bot had appeared and blocked DJ's gun fire. Not only blocking the shot, he sent a large blade into the Autobot. Perceptor gasped, seeing a brand new bot before him. He couldn't move away or find his voice to ask for a name. The bot pulled the blade out, knocking DJ back. Perceptor looked up, hoping for anything good. The bot turned around to face him.
"Perceptor?" he asked.
"Yes…" Perceptor whispered.
"Do you want to go back to your world?" the bot questioned.
"Of course! I think I've had enough fun to last a life time!" shouted Perceptor.
"I thought so," chuckled the bot, gripping his sword better.
Perceptor watched at the bot let out his hand. Slowly and with a tearing pain from the systems, he griped the out reached hand. This bot didn't seem like DJ. He wasn't pretending to be an Autobot. Perceptor looked for a symbol though and found there was none. Not a single mark was on this bot's silver armor.
"Who is that guy?" asked Hot Shot.
From their point of view, the four couldn't tell what team the other bot was on. He was mostly a silver color with hints of gold and a rather light pink. In his chest was a small gem. His blade stretched down the ground. Hot Shot wasn't sure he was ready to meet another bot. There was a flash and Perceptor was gone.
"Percy!" cried Hot Shot.
"Where'd he go?" gasped Prowl.
The new bot stepped over the fallen DJ and moved to the small group. Hot Shot groaned, not in the mood for more tricks and tests. He'd had enough of opposite teams and mystery bots. This one was just an extra in this problem. Optimus looked caution but didn't doubt this bot was here to help. Why else would he defeat DJ?
"The same place you three are," hummed the newest bot.
"Who are you?" asked Optimus.
"All in due time," nodded the bot.
"Great," groaned Hot Shot.
The new bot cut his sword in the air. The air tore in two, forming a green hole. The bot offered it to them. Hot Shot shook he head. He wasn't going to trust this bot anymore than he trusted DJ. Prowl wasn't sure either. Optimus, however, stepped forward and went in. Prowl and Hot Shot exchanged glances.
"Don't you two want to go home?" the bot inquired.
"Go home?" the two whispered.
"After a small explanation I will send all of you back to where you belong," nodded the bot.
"Alright, but anymore funny stuff and I swear…" grumbled Hot Shot, entering the tear.
"I'm with Hot Shot," huffed Prowl, entering as well.
The rip closed behind the two, leaving Opposite with the mystery bot. he was something of legend the way he came out of nowhere and pulled the four away from this world. There weren't many legends in this world but he'd heard others from other worlds. This bot was something special.
"Hello, Techno Storm," nodded the bot.
"Who…who are you? You opened a dimension ripe without so much as trying!" Opposite gaped.
"I'm afraid my name is irrelevant to you," sighed the bot. "For we will not meet again."
"Alright," sighed Opposite. "Are you really going to send them home?"
"But of course!"
"How? DJ was the only one who knew which bot went to which world," protested Opposite.
"And I know where they came from as well. I've seen them in their worlds for a long time and I know where they belong," nodded the bot.
"Alight. I'm just worried that this experience has affected what may happen in their worlds," whispered Opposite.
"I assure you this experience alone will not affect any of the worlds," the bot assured.
"This experience alone?" gasped Opposite. "They will…"
"Travel again?" finished the bot. "It is highly liking but the involvement of this world may be excluded."
"If you say so," sighed Opposite. "Tell them I wish them luck in their endeavors."
"Will do," nodded the bot, pulling his sword across the air once more.
The emerald tear opened wide for him. Opposite sighed as the mystery bot left. All was silenced. The green rip vanished and there was nothing. Eventually his experience caught up with him. He was in the enemy base and needed to get out as soon as possible. He looked over at the fallen Autobot. His bot was colorless and his optics were drained of life. He was offline.
"You brought this upon yourself, Sonic Blast," Opposite whispered, lifting the shattered transporter. "You could've been different."
Opposite placed the broken transporter away and took off down the halls. He tried hard to forget this adventure. It was a mistake that shouldn't have been made. Those four were from rather young worlds but each lasting a little different time. Perceptor's world had been one of the longest known worlds, the mirror reflection of his. Prowl and Hot Shot's were around the same age. Optimus Prime's was the youngest world Opposite had seen yet.
They had all been different. How was it possible that they all got along so well? Optimus, even though he'd been a bridge crew worker in his world, had pulled together a leadership as if he'd been leader of the Autobots like all the other versions. Hot Shot found a slight better way to stay calm. Prowl found that he could put a little haste into his step without logical reason. Perceptor had proven that he was much more than what he appeared.
"Everything worked out," smiled Opposite. "They…They'll all be going home again."