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When Grimlock took on the roll of Dinobot commander at Optimus Prime’s behest he thought the toughest decisions he was going to have to make was who to smash and not to smash. But now Triceradon stood before him inspired with the notion that Unicrorn may have T-Wrecks. “Me Grimlock say talk in private. Hard Head you watch these Hard Heads.” Grimlock laughed as he walked to his private quarters with Triceradon and Striker. Hard Head sat down in the captain’s chair. “How long has this detector light been blinking?” None of the Dinobots on the bridge knew. Hard Head smiled.
In Grimlock’s quarters Triceradon and Striker sat before their commander. He was looking out into the stars. “Me Grimlock know pain. Know friends that are gone. Some come back, some not come back. But we here. We have orders. We find Green Unicron thing, and we smash it!” Grimlock turned, and looked at them, but mostly at Triceradon. “If you friend in other Unicron. If you friend can be saved. Optimus save friend.” Triceradon understood but still felt the need to retort. “ But Grimlock?” Grimlock slammed his fist down on his desk. “No! Me Grimlock give order! You follow order! You no follow. You go in stasis pod!” Triceradon withdrew, but his expression told Striker that he hadn’t given up the idea just yet. Grimlock turned to Striker. “What you want?” Striker was caught of guard but manage to stumble out his request. “I wanted to be on the bridge sir, not in the back quarters. I, I mean, we, are just as able as the other Dinobots. Let us take to the bridge, and they can train the new guy in the pod.”

Grimlock looked like he was thinking it over, but he wasn’t, he just knew it was something other then defying orders, so he liked it. “Ok, Striker, you take Swoop spot, Triceradon, you take Slag spot. We find Green Unicron, maybe he have you friend, not other Unicron.” Striker was content, Triceradon looked to agree, but Striker knew that he must have felt like he was given a childish excuse. Grimlock seemed amused.

Hard Head left the bridge before they returned. Grimlock returned to his chair, and commented on how it smelled like an old green junk bot. Swoop and Slag were sent into the back to get the rookie out of his stasis pod with Hard Head, if they could find him. Striker and Triceradon took their positions at the helm. After getting comfortable they turned to Grimlock for instruction. “Snarl has position in computer, you go!”

Repugnus couldn’t wait anymore. Hiding in the back of the ship was getting to him. It was dark, cramped, dinghy, and he needed to interact with someone or he’d go mad. He crawled out from behind the rear landing gear and made his way under the engine room. He popped open a grate and emerged. Repugnus found himself in the room with the stasis pods. The emergency escape system and a medical transport. It contained a new Dinobot, the ex-Predacon Bazooka. Interesting. As Repugnus was looking over the technical specifications of the unit he started to feel like someone was watching him. He spun around in superstitious paranoia. He saw something move. Was it his imagination or had the ships engineer spotted him. “Hello?” he called out in a meek voice. “Hello. Reeepugggnussssssss. Why are you ssssskulking around thissss sssship?” “Well, you see I couldn’t just sit back and let the Dinobots go into harms way without helping them after they risked their sparks to help me.” The shadowy figure moved again. “That’ssss very noble of you Repugnussss.” Repugnus could see the figures eyes now, glowing through the darkness of the engine room. They were a cold amber. “Pleasssseee indulge me with a tesst of your skillsss.” Repugnus transformed into his insect mode, and brought his claws up in a defensive position just in time to stop Dinotron’s teal sword from piercing his optics. Repugnus repelled his attacker and slashed at his torso with each arm, then again countered another strike. “Yesss! Yesss! Good! Good!” Dinotron was an expert swordsman, in league with Grimlock himself.

Repugnus’s moment of admiration was shattered by a kick to the chest. Staggered, Repugnus was able to defend himself from further assault. Agitated he charged Dinotron and tackled him. Pinning him down he stared him in the eyes. He could imagine what it was like in his twisted processor with the RNA of Dinobot and Megatron inside him. “Excccellent. You have proved your worth to me Repugnusss.” Repugnus was relieved. “But never take your guard down!” Dinotron transformed and head butted Repugnus across the room. Repugnus was dazed. Dinotron transformed and walked over, helping Repugnus up. “Why are you here Dinotron?” Dinotron flipped his sword around and put it on his back. “Maximalsss friendsss. Saved Dinotron from Unicron. Now Dinotron sservess Dinobotsss asss engineer.” Repugnus was about to say more but they were interrupted by the arrival of Hard Head. “Ha, Repugnus, I figured the additional Autobot detected was you. Perceptor was certainly too busy processing data for the simultaneous attacks on Unicron to go gallivanting off into battle. I see you met Dinotron. He was my superior until Grimlock liberated me. Then after Unicron failed to take control of Cybertron he relinquished his post and joined the Autobots.” Dinotron stepped forward abruptly. “I did not join the Autobotsss, nor the Decepticonsss or Maximalsss or Predaconsss. I fight for me, and I fight for CCCybertron, and the glory and honor that memorializesss Maximusss Primal. My departed cccommander.”

Hard Head looked at Repugnus and then to Dinotron. “But we served under Magmatron?” Dinotron shook his head. “He wasss no leader, nor wasss Galvatron. Maximusss Primal, and Leo Prime! They were leadersss!” Repugnus and Hard Head understood his feelings, but Repugnus still had to ask. “So why ally with the Dinobots?” Dinotron grinned roguishly. “I want to sssee what ssso called King Grimlock isss made of.”

Bazooka was starting to wear out. He’d been fighting off these two deranged Dinobots for longer then he could remember. They had initiated a routine training regimen and he had pasted with flying colors, deflecting all their attacks. But during the post practice talks, the two veteran Dinobots forgot they’d done the test, and started again. Bazooka had taken the test now fourteen times, and it was exhausting. Bazooka was contemplating switching to lethal rounds and dropping the two fools. Bazooka fell to one knee, unable to go on. The two Dinobots didn’t notice and continued their advance, a unison attack, one he’d deflected fourteen times before, but now, he didn’t have the strength. He closed his optics and accepted death. All he received was a shock to the audio processors. A loud clank! He opened his optics to find Dinotron and Hard Head, swords drawn, blocking the attack. “Thank You Swoop and Slag, you’ve done well in training this one.” Hard Head said in a sarcastic, yet reassuring tone. “Yesss, I believe he’sss had enough for today thanksss.” Dinotron didn’t share Hard Head’s generally positive nature. Everything he said has cold. “Ah. Slag say Bazooka good, Slag like Ba-Zoo-ka.” Slag was staring, and it was making Bazooka uncomfortable. “Squawk! Yeah! Swoop like Bazooka too, Squawk!” Repugnus laughed. Hard Head turned at looked at him with a devilish expression. “Slag, Swoop, I think Repugnus here could use some training.” Repugnus looked mortified, staring at the grinning face of Hard Head. Slag and Swoop stared blankly at Repugnus. Then in unison replied. “Dinobots, train!”

The two Dinobots drew their weapons and began the assault. Repugnus transformed eager to test himself, and afraid of the Dinobots unrelenting advances.

Dinotron was tending to Bazooka in the medical office. Bazooka was tired and cranky. “Man those two crazy idiots almost killed me!” Dinotron laughed inside. “Yesss. They are quite, obnoxious. But we only have to endure them for a little while longer. Once we cross over, we can rendezvous with the others, and complete our mission.” Dinotron sounded sinister, even to Bazooka. “This better be worth it, I know it is for you, but I better get something good out of this as well.” Dinotron twisted Bazooka’s head around, it was like some deranged evil embrace. Dinotron rubbed his face on Bazooka’s. It was really creepy. “Once I have the power! Once I am complete! Nothing imaginable will be impossible. Not for us!” Dinotron laughed manically.

Sludge was enjoying his mission. But an overwhelming sense of déjà vu was causing his processors to overheat giving him a headache. It was an endurable pain. Something about Grimlock captivated him. Was he really a King? How could he be? Cybertron observed no royalty. Optimus Prime was the closest thing to a centralized ruler, and even he was just a General governed over by the council. Sludge was feeling some cyber anxiety and needed lubrication. “Grimlock sir, can I be excused to obtain some lubricating fluid.” Grimlock chuckled. “Sure. Sludge go get drink. Bring Grimlock drink too.” Grimlock amused himself and laughed again. Sludge exited the bridge. Just doing that made him feel better. He could see Swoop and Slag were in the mess hall, he’d talk to them, surely they would know about it.

“Grimlock, the rift is ahead, it should be visible in minutes.” Striker said with gleeful confidence. “I can confirm this, but I can’t get any good readings on it.” Replied a concerned Snarl. Grimlock looked at Snarl, obviously pondering something. “Snarl, how you get so smart with computers?” Snarl was either blushing or frustrated. “It was the Nucleon energy we were exposed to as Action Masters. It made you stronger, and made me smarter. I don’t know if it’s what I needed, but it’s what I got.” Grimlock seemed pleased. “Grimlock say it good. We strong team. Many strong bots. Good for team to have smart guy, like Perceptor. You be Dinobots Perceptor.” The Dinobots on the bridge laughed together, and Snarl hastily added. “Please don’t call me Perceptor.” Grimlock laughed harder. “Ok! Perceptor!”

Hard Head was a soldier most his life. But he had other aspirations before. He wasn’t naive or stupid. He learned a lot before life decided to teach him a lesson. So it was greatly unsettling for him, just being with this group a short time, that he felt he couldn’t trust Dinotron, or Bazooka. He knew they were all ex-Predacons, but that was circumstantial. These two were born Predacons. Using the old adage, Once a Pred always a Pred, didn’t work anymore. Dinobot proved that. But it was something else, not some form of ancestral racism, but something he picked up while working with the Junior Headmasters, namely Nightbeat. How to spot a liar. Easy with humans, harder with Cybertronians. The first thing he found odd was that Dinotron, by all accounts attacked Repugnus. Which is common for Dinobots to do to test a comrade’s metal. But then he saved Bazooka, and bandaged him up, which is standard protocol and common sense if you’re a medic, not an engineer. He had to save Bazooka for some reason. Then the fact he disavowed his loyalty to Magmatron and Galvatron, in favor of their rival Primes. Dinotron hated all of them when they were predacons, especially the Primes for not acknowledging him as a Legacy, and a threat. And his new pattern of speech. Seemingly mocking the Dinobots and the great Dinobot all in one, yet when he addresses Bazooka, you can faintly hear the voice of Megatron.

Alas poor Hard Head was conflicted in processor and spark. He enjoyed his newfound fellowship but felt something was amiss with two of them. If he were wrong he’d be alienated from the group he’d grown closer to in the last few hours. For a moment his mind wandered and he could see the faces of his Headmaster friends. He shook it off as careless thinking. The past wasn’t relevant to this now was it? Hard Head had never known such inner conflict. Was it a sign? Bazooka and Dinotron were finishing up in the medical room, and three of the original Dinobots were having a heart to heart in the mess room. Where did Repugnus scurry off to? Hard head went in search of the only Autobot on the ship to serve with him during the time of Rodimus.

The dimensional rift came into view. At first the Dinobots bots couldn’t believe it, but now sensors have confirmed it.
An electro magnetic net covered in magnetic mines blocks the rift.

Perceptor was not amused. Whoever set up this magnetic mine net, had done so after the initial team that found the dimensional rift. Decepticons? Another Alien race? He needed more data. To Perceptor, knowledge was like an opiate, he couldn’t resist it, and would go to any length to have it. Snarl was reciting back scanner readings, but they told him nothing, yet something. Because the scans failed to yield results of Alien origin means the net has been extensively programmed to resist Autobot scanners, which left one likely culprit, Decepticons. Perceptor factored in variables. The Dinobots ship was created on the fly and its weapons weren’t powerful enough to destroy the whole net. Not even a space big enough for a 4th of the ship. Perceptor felt an annoying sense of jealousy and longing every time Grimlock slipped into fits of describing the rift. “Purple spiral, Green dots, glowing portal, why you not here Perceptor? Optimus have Wheeljack, but you still stay?” Perceptor was offended. “Wheeljack is hardly in league with my genius Grimlock, he’s more of a patent seeking trinket inventor then an actual intellectual genius inventor and scientist like myself.” Grimlock laughed. “Me Grimlock genius inventor make Technobots.” Perceptor shook his head though no one was around to see it. “You didn’t make the Technobots you just fixed them. Why they played along with your delusions of fatherhood is beyond me. Besides, aren’t two of them AWOL and three of them turned into mini-cons by the Decepticons?”


“IRRELIVANT!” Grimlock shouted though the tele-com system agitating Perceptors audio receptors. “Wait, where mini-con Technobots Perceptor? Tell Grimlock!” Perceptor sensed something in Grimlock vocal processors that hinted at concern. “They are with Optimus Prime confronting the real Unicron.”
Perceptor desperately searched for a way to help the Dinobots. But he couldn’t think of one. Their ship was just too makeshift, and any reinforcements he hoped to find where assigned to Unicron aftermath response or with Optimus Prime and Ultra Magnus. Perceptor was beginning to lose it when the Dinobots reported that they were under attack. “A massive space station appeared out of subspace and just destroyed all our weapons with precision blasts.” Shouted Triceradon. “Weapons are down, but the ships Energon grid and haul integrity are holding.” Reported Snarl. “Engine’s are functioning at 75%” Grimlock nodded to Striker. Their communications monitors opened. Perceptor couldn’t think of a way to help the Dinobots and now they were in real danger. His mind was racing when he heard a voice from the past, one he’d hoped to never hear again.
“Hello Dinobots. I am Deathsaurus.”

Hard Head found Repugnus collapsed in the back on the ships engine room. He rushed to give him aid, but found he was only woozy. “Deathsaurus.. is here..” A weakened Repugnus mumbled. Hard Head hoisted the former Monsterbot over his shoulder and carried him to the bridge. The whole crew was gathered together. Hard Head noticed that Bazooka and Dinotron were sitting in a distant corner together, no doubt they were intimately aware of what was transpiring. “What wrong with bug bot?” Asked a moderately concerned Grimlock. “He’s experiencing processor overheating due to being hyperlinked with the other insecticlone cerebral processors.” Noted Hard Head to the Captain. “I’ll.. be ok..” said the weary Repugnus, who was already beginning to recover. His optics came into focus, and he could see Deathsaurus’s smug face on the monitor. “There he is. The object of my obsession. If you would be so kind prestigious King Grimlock in handing over Repugnus, I’ll deactivate the net, and you can save your friends trapped inside.” This was news to Perceptor who was ease dropping on the conversation. “What friends trapped inside?” Grimlock asked. “A group of pesky annoying Autobots, that were monkeying around the rift before I arrived to intercept you. Don’t worry though. They won’t all be offline. We just gave them a push into the rift. No harm done.” Deathsaurus maintained a confidant and demeaning smile the whole time. He was as crazy and sadistic as Repugnus remembered.

“Why do you need me Deathsaurus? I’m just another insecticlone of which you possess hundreds. What makes me special?” Deathsaurus looked insulted. “What makes you special Repugnus? Have you forgotten the discovery I made after I captured you?” Repugnus couldn’t recall much of his past, except killing innocent friends, and being liberated by the Dinobots. “I know of no such discovery.” Deathsaurus looked happy to recount his findings. “Dear Repugnus. So simple and fragile. When I found you, you were an emotional wreck. You had abandoned your friends and escaped into the wilderness. Oh how long you must have wondered, traveling the earth, avoiding people. Just to be captured by Decepticons. If I hadn’t come along and taken you from that prison you’d be dead now. But I took you to my lab. Yes I did some ‘tests’ but nothing to hurt you.” Deathsaurus laughed at the idea of him doing anything in a delicate manner. “I, or should I say, We, discovered that you weren’t a monster at all, but a mantis. You were an insecticon. Albeit an ugly one. I was going to make augmentations to your body, when you broke free, and before my eyes under went a transformation. You evolved. New wings, stronger more potent acid spit, sharper mandibles. It was beautiful. So then I cloned you and created Buzzclaw. My first and only success.” Deathsaurus appeared pleasingly proud and dismayed at the same time. “Once Magmatron, Galvatron and Unicron had managed to decimate the Predacons ranks to near extinction. I had to find new subjects.” Deathsaurus looked deranged and desperate.

“Thrust, Dirge and Skywarp. I recreated them in your image. But they are unstable. I need to keep recreating them, because they die off so fast. I need your RNA!” Repugnus was mortified by what he heard. “I’ll never help you Deathsaurus, I’d rather die then assist in your terrible experiments.” Deathsaurus maintained a calm demeanor, but was clearly not amused. “You have little in the way of bargaining power on this one.” Repugnus was furious. “Me Grimlock call you back.” Grimlock disabled communication. “Dinobots form strategy.”

The ideas the Dinobots were formulating were too fantastic in nature to pull off. They lacked the technology needed to accomplish such feats. Perceptor was racking his processors. But the only logical solution came from Dinotron, and that was to abandon the ship and attack head on. Hardly a sure fire solution given that they were out numbered by the Insecticlones five to one, not to mention Deathsaurus and his space station. Time was crucial in getting to the green Unicron before it dissipates or is captured. The Wreckers could handle this, but Springer was off with Ultra Magnus and Impactor was still being rehabilitated by Refute. There was no aid available. Then it hit him. Perceptor remembered a crucial part of why the Insecticons are so frightening. Multiplication. “Perceptor to Repugnus, can you hear me?” “Yeah, Perceptor I can hear you.” Repugnus was curious why Perceptor wanted to talk to him, it had been many cycles since they worked together last. “Repugnus, if what Deathsaurus says is true, and you are in fact an Insecticon. You should be able to replicate like other Insecticons. Would you be willing to try?” Perceptor’s voice hinted at urgency. Repugnus was a proud and noble Autobot. He didn’t need time to think about it. “Yes! Of course I’ll try.” Hard Head and Repugnus left the bridge for the medical room in need of an open place to attempt the cloning.

Grimlock was in as deep a thought as he could get when the monitors switched on. It was Deathsaurus, obviously impatient, but never one to show it. “So almighty King Grimlock, have you reached a conclusion yet?” Deathsaurus was so full of himself it made Grimlock sick. “Me Grimlock have question?” Deathsaurus, like most smart Cybertronians couldn’t stand Grimlocks speech pattern. “Yes Grimlock, I believe you do have a question, and I also feel you wish to ask it, of me no less, so why don’t you just ask?” Grimlock likes it when they get mad. “Me Grimlock want know why you so shiny? Traannssmeetaal?” Deathsaurus got his confidant smug look back as he recited his tale.

“Why Grimlock, my King, you honor me by noticing. I still need Repugnus’s RNA to perfect my clones and I’ll stop at nothing to get it, but the fact you ask makes me happy. It started when I found out that this Decepticon turned Predacon clone of Megatron named Megaplex some how became a Transmetal. Then I learned that the Predacon warlord Cryotek, had stolen technology to make himself a Transmetal II body in the vain of Megatron. I copied that technology and used it to create Gigatron a Transmetal III that somehow got infused with the sparks of Megatron and Galvatron. He was a success, and yet he failed in his endeavors. But the data I collected, showed me with his power and my intellect I could defeat Optimus Prime, and Victory Saber, and anyone who challenged me!” Deathsaurus looked psychotic. “I took the power for my own, and made this body. I was unable to defeat Hot Spot, as he was able to solo combine with his trailer to make Defensor. But I did make him a mini-con!” Deathsaurus laughed maniacally. “And your technobot friends! And I’ll make you mini-cons too if you don’t Give me Repugnus. NOW!” Deathsaurus was furious. Grimlock disabled communications again and left the bridge.

Grimlock returned from the med lab with Hard Head, Repugnus and Repugnus. The cloning process had been a success. Swoop was excited. “Squawk! Me Swoop wish Kup here!” Grimlock agreed with Swoop. “Kup say it like fighting Inflatable Dalek with Dr. How.” Swoop and Grimlock laughed. “It was Who! And the Unphaseable Dalek.” Barked a frustrated Snarl, who had heard the story one too many times. “If you remember the story, Kup eventually shot the Dalek with his phase disruption rifle, so it was far from Unphaseable.” The idea of it all made Snarl laugh. Dinotron jumped in. “Sssooo what now? Hand over the clone and get through the rift?” Hard Head could see as Dinotron’s patients wore thin, so did his veiled disguise. “Me Grimlock give Deathsaurus bug bot clone. But me Grimlock not lose!” Grimlock activated the monitor system. They could see Deathsaurus in his lab working on a new breed of seeker. Starscream, Leozack, Lyzack and Skyquake all lay on tables, in new upgraded bodies getting fresh transfusions of Energon. Pieces of former Decepticons and Predacons lay on the ground. Decepticon Smokescreen, Smokesniper, Smokejumper and Predacon Hellscream. The Autobot onlookers were not envious. “DEATHSAURUS!” shouted Grimlock, causing the Decepticon dictator to drop his surgical tools. “By Primus be damned! Curse you Grimlock! You have shaken me in my time of triumph.” Deathsaurus realized they could see his newest creations.

“Let me introduce the new Energon Seekers. Old timers that needed new bodies, and this one fishy Predacon, whose spark I had to reformat into a jet in order to trap that traitorous glitch Starscream's ghost. Don’t worry Grimlock, most of his fish body is still intact, if you’re into Predacon sushi.” Deathsaurus smiled. Grimlock didn’t understand any of what he just said, but it sounded to Grimlock like he was talking down to him. “Me Grimlock not fish! Me Grimlock King!” Deathsaurus laughed. “Of course, of course. So you called me, I assume your ready to hand over Repugnus or die trying to escape?” “Grimlock say you turn off net, then get bug. Net more important then bug.” Deathsaurus thought this illogical. “What’s so important about the rift, my scanners indicate it’s just dead space. Nothing of interest what so ever. Regardless. I’ll turn off half the net now, and the other half after I get Repugnus.” Grimlock doesn’t negotiate with anyone. Compromise is defeat to a Dinobot. “All Dinobots on bridge being?” Grimlock looked around. “Confirmed.” Replied Hard Head. They sent out the Repugnus clone, which was greeted and escorted back to the space station by insecticlones. “Triceradon, fly at net NOW!” Grimlock barked the orders, and like a dog Triceradon followed, pushing the ship to maximum overdrive. “What are you doing Grimlock, the nets not safe?” Asked a seemingly concerned Deathsaurus. “Me Grimlock in hurry got to go now, bye bye!” Grimlock hung up on Deathsaurus. “Snarl, disengage back section!”


Snarl executed the commands. “Confirmed sir! We are detached.” “Triceradon! Striker! Make ship slow, follow back section through net!” The two Dinobots nodded.
Deathsaurus welcomed Repugnus onto the bridge. “Finally son, you’ve come home.” Deathsaurus turned to the monitor. “Thank you Dinobots, and now, I’ll take your bodies as payment for this little debacle!” Deathsaurus went to activate his weapons, but the Repugnus clone dove in the way grabbing Deathsaurus’s arm. Deathsaurus looked the repugnant clone in the face as it shouted. “Till’ all are one!” It was the detonation code to the bomb implanted by Hard Head. The clone exploded. The Dinobots visual monitor went black. They cheered. Repugnus returned to the bridge relieved. The back section of the ship hit the net at near full speed, and caused a massive chain reaction of explosions, rattling the Dinobot's ship. The Dinobots had to power through the shockwave to get to the rift. The blast nearly killing them. As they approached the rift they could see the continued explosions were causing it to collapse. They needed more speed to get through. The Dinobots activated and deactivated every system they thought might help, but no luck. The hull was degrading. Turbulence was intense as was the heat. Hard Head ran into the back of the ship, remembering an old trick he learned from Kup. He dispersed some anti pursuit mines and detonated them behind the ship, the explosions propelling them beyond their engines capabilities and safely into the rift. As they passed through the rift their monitors were still connected to Deathsaurus’s feed. The static was too thick to see what was happening, but the blast had woken Starscream who attacked his captures and escaped, the last thing the Dinobots heard was Deathsaurus speaking to them in a weak and sinister voice. “This.. isn’t..over..”

The emerald glow of the rift leading to Unicron’s ethereal plane enveloped the Dinobots and their ship. “Everybody hold on!” Shouted Hard Head. Through the ships fenestration Snarl and Sludge watched in awe as the brilliant colors of the rifts internals danced before their optics. “Me Grimlock feeling sick!” shouted the loud and nauseous Dinobot leader. “Twill not be long now sssir.” Said Dinotron. The end of the rift was becoming visible. Striker and Triceradon scrambled to reactivate any systems that may aid them once they are expelled into Unicron’s dimension. The ship hit the rifts edge, which was decaying in size. The density of space forced their ship to a crawl slamming the Dinobots to the cabin floor. With much resistance did the Dinobots ship eek it’s way through the last few feet of the rift and fall out into dead space.

Slag looked out across the new dimension. The blackened void they had just been in was replaced by a crimson wave of sub-space particles acting like a dimensional cyst. At it’s center sat the remains of the green Unicron. His body covered in fractures and pieces of debris larger then the Dinobots ship were floating around him. A single solitary planet sat adjacent to the wounded titan. “Dinobots report?” said a weary Grimlock as he rubbed his sore head. “Squawk! Me Swoop A-ok!” said the elated Swoop, who, while not the best flyer, knew he was better then the ship had just been. “ ‘Eeegh.. Slag and Sludge ok…”

Grimlock looked at Hard Head. Hidden by his visor was his inability to resist the Dinobot Virus encoded by Megatron in his RNA that made him desire combat with similar models. A lesser bot would succumb to the urges, but Grimlock’s resolve was beyond that of your average Transformer. He had endured hard ships and experienced things others could only dream of. “Hard Head ok?” asked a concerned Grimlock. “Yeah boss. I’m fine.” Looking around the only two not present anymore were Dinotron and Bazooka. “Repugnus!” shouted Grimlock. “Yessir!” replied the eager bug bot. “You find two newbies. Bring here for mission assignments.” “Yessir” replied Repugnus who ventured back into the ship now vastly smaller back section.
The ship was functioning at 83% capacity, and Grimlock continued to forge ahead towards the shining green Unicron.