Before time began, there was the Cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we lived in harmony.

But like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war. A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called... Earth.

But we already too late

SOCCENT Forward Operating Base, Qatar

"Well, this is it. One more day in this sandbox and we'll be heading home." Foley said to his squad, Currently, he and his squad were on a helicopter, returning from a successful raid on a major terrorist hideout, that resulted in a treasure trove of intel captured, and several high profile terrorists killed. Needless to say these men were ending their tour on a high note.

"Amen to that sarge. Can't wait to be back on home soil." Came the response from Dunn. "Need to get home to dad. Old man got a liver cancer diagnosis last week."

"Aw shit man. Sorry to hear that." Ramirez offered his condolences, saying that as he fiddled around a gold plated revolver he had pilfered off one of the dead terrorists.

"I appreciate it Ramirez. Anyways, pops wants to scratch some things off his bucket list before he, well, kicks the bucket. First thing I'm gonna do is take him to climb Mount Whitney in Cali."

"What, you mean the tallest mountain in the lower 48? Damn, your old man sounds hardcore."

"Course he is. Fought in Desert Storm. So, what do you plan when you get home, Ramirez?"

"Well, I've been saving my money to buy a ticket for a cruise for me and my family. After all I've been through, I could use a nice long vacation, and I'm sure my parents and siblings would like to get away from Albuquerque for a change."

"Oh come on. One day from homecoming, and talking about your families." And that would be Allen scoffing. "You two might as well hang a dinner bell from your neck and a sign on your back that says 'kill me'."

"Hate to break it you 'Al, but this ain't one of your shitty, cookie cutter, cash-grab blockbuster action flicks or sappy war movies. This is real fucking life." Ramirez pointed out.

"Anyhow, I heard Captain Lennox and his team are headin' home too." Dunn said, changing the subject

"Yep." Ramirez confirmed. "Lucky damn Green Berets."

The conversation was cut short as the helicopter landed, and the soldiers disembarked

One more day.

Blackout didn't care for the desert.

He didn't hate it. Unlike the Decepticons with ground alt modes who just loved to gripe and complain about getting sand stuck in every nook of their frame, Blackout could just fly over and avoid that problem.

Mostly at least. He'd been caught in a sandstorm when he first arrived on this mudball. He had sand chafing in his joints for weeks.

Whatever his feelings though, it didn't matter. He had a mission to complete. The Allspark awaited.

Megatron awaited.

"Unidentified aircraft, you are entering restricted U.S military airspace. Squawk ident and proceed east out of the area."

Ah, the organics. Looks like they caught on to his presence.

Didn't matter. They weren't going to stop him.

General Sharp had enough on his plate, having to coordinate military actions across one of the most tumultuous regions on the planet. Now he had a bogie approaching his base, and it wasn't stopping. Nor was it responding.

The Raptors scrambled to intercept and escort the contact radioed back, and ID'd it as a USAF Pave Low, tail number 4500X.

The airman he ordered to run the tail number reported 4500X was lost in Afghanistan a few months back.
It was possible the pilots misread the tail number. Still, something wasn't right here.

"Where the fuck is my stash!" And that would Allen lashing out, having found his stash of…contraband magazines were missing from their hiding spot.

Ramirez sat on his cot, shit eating grin plastered on his face. "Oh those. Think the MPs might've seized them.."

"You bastard. You fucking snitched on me." Allen accused

"Hell yeah I did." Ramirez confessed, still smiling. "That's what you get for getting on my way while I'm playing basketball."

"Come on man, I didn't mean-."

"I don't give a shit! I was about ready to dunk on Epps like I was Michael fucking Jordan. I was gonna show that air force son of bitch that the Rangers lead the way on the battlefield and the basketball court-and you ruined it! So yes, I told them about your stash. SCREW YOU AND YOUR SMUT ALLEN! "

"WELL I DIDN'T MEAN TO! BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M GLAD I DID!"

Dunn had been busy trying to reach his father on his cell phone. No service.

Odd. It was working just a minute ago.

"MH-53 pilot, power down now and exit your helicopter or we will kill you."

Amusing, Blackout thought as the human soldiers surrounded clearly knew nothing of what they were up against. Knew nothing of how thoroughly outmatched they were. Fools.

He almost pitied them. Almost.

Ah well. Enough musing to himself. It was time to get to work.

He transformed. As he did so, the humans opened fire. It did nothing.

Once he was upright, Blackout fired his plasma cannons. For good measure he activated his EMP.

Foley burst into the tent as soon as the explosions started.

"KIT UP RANGERS! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"

The men raced to get geared up, as the explosions got closer and closer.

This wasn't something any of them expected to be sure. Qatar was one of the safest and most stable nations in the region. Not used to terror attacks. Not on this scale at least. Still, the Rangers here were trained to deal with this sort of thing.

Yet, as the sounds of explosions and gunfire got closer and closer, one couldn't help but feel that what was happening here wasn't something any of them had encountered before. As a precaution, Foley ordered them to bring some heavy weapons-Ramirez picked up an M32 grenade launcher, Allen an AT4 anti-tank weapon

That much would become crystal clear when they exited the tent, geared up for battle…

…and saw a giant towering robot blow 3 Abrams tanks to hell like they were nothing.

That's when they knew they were in trouble.

It would be inaccurate to say the General didn't feel fear as the behemoth tore through the roof of the control tower. No amount of training or combat experience could have prepared anyone here for this sort of thing.

But, he had a duty. And when it became apparent the attacker was attempting to breach the military's mainframe, General Sharp acted. He grabbed an ax, and began to cut at the server hardline. The connection was severed and the hacking stopped.

Even as the attacker aimed its cannon into the control tower, in those final moments Sharp could take solace in the fact he had done his duty to the very end.

As the Rangers saw the robot blow the control tower apart, Foley made his mind.

"We can't stay here." He said to his squad. "We need to get the hell out of here."

Allen protested. "What, you want us to run like fucking cowards?"

"Allen you fucking idiot! Staying is suicide! It's a giant robot rampaging through the base. Does that combination of words mean anything to you?" Ramirez shouted. A nearby explosion reminded everyone what was at stake.

"Cut the chatter! We need to go! Head for the fence by the tank yard. There's a hole there. Hopefully they haven't fixed it yet.!"

The soldiers then began a dead sprint toward the tanks, as explosions went off dangerously close to them. When they finally reached the tank yard, they found Captain Lennonx and his squad trying to make their way out, along with the local kid they had been pretty much babysitting. The captain signaled them to follow.

It was at this point that the attacker made itself known. One of Lennox's squad-Epps-was sent falling, and came face to face with the damn thing. Acting in a panic, he took a picture of it with the imager in his hand. At the same time, Ramirez and another one of Lennox's men, Fig, fired a shot each at it from the grenade launcher, causing the robot to stagger back, and giving Epps the opportunity to get up, and join the rest of the soldiers in fleeing through the gap in the fence and fleeing the base.

"BLASTED SLAGGING INSECTS!" Blackout swore. Whatever they shot at him, it burned. Seemed like these organics had weapons that could hurt them after all. This could become…problematic. When he regained his bearings, Blackout got back to work.

"Scorponok! Deploy!" And from his back, the insectoid symbiote ejected from his, and immediately burrowed beneath the Earth, giving chase to the escapees.

Blackout turned and got back to work, disposing of the remaining organics who scampered about, desperately trying to escape their fate.. Whether he succeeded or failed, Soundwave's orders were clear.

No witnesses.

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So, been awhile since I posted on here.

Anyways, so this fic was heavily inspired by some discord roleplay server I'm part of. Anyways, so far the only Crossover is with the OG Modern Warfare 2 Rangers. Still brainstorming what other franchises to bring in to this wacky story. And trust me, things are gonna get wacky. Especially if I go down the path and make this it's own Cinematic Universe lol.

So, read and enjoy. See ya'll on the flip side.