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Repugnus entered the back section of the ship. It was dark. Had the journey through the rift knocked out the power in the rear he wondered. Repugnus was fumbling about in the dark when he heard the sound of footsteps. Thud. Clink. Thud. Clink. It was a Rapticon body type, he could tell by the sounds of the footsteps. “Dinotron! Turn on some lights will ya?” Repugnus was struck hard across the face. The size and bluntness of the object suggested Dinotron’s tail. Repugnus transformed and lashed out at the darkness with his sickle like mandibles. He caught something, but unlike previous targets he had stabbed there was no sound of pain. Repugnus was hoisted into the air. He hadn’t caught anything. They had caught him. Dinotron slammed him down hard on his face, knocking his processor ajar and sending him offline.


On the bridge, Striker and Triceradon have crawled out through the roof of the ship, and begun the physical repairs to the ships haul. “I don’t recall Unicron being so large.” Exclaimed Striker. “Aye! Because he was infecting the wee Galvatron when we fought him on Cybertron.” Triceradon looked out at the green goliath. It was unnerving. “We still gotta sort him out somehow!” “Yeah…” was all Striker could say.


The other Dinobots were barking orders and ideas at each other like ravenous children engaged in a less then civil discussion. None but Grimlock heard the thud from the back of the ship. Grimlock drew his sword and took a position in front of the door. It was thrown open by the two Predacons.

Before Grimlock could strike, before the other Dinobots could even register the situation. Dinotron hit them with a blast from a portable spacebridge emitter. Grimlock faded before his blade could reach Dinotron’s face. “Yesss… The ship is ours now Bazooka. In the glorious name of the Predacons! And soon, I shall be the new emperor of destruction!” Dinotron laughed that sadistic laugh that always made Bazooka feel uneasy.

The Dinobots materialized on the planets surface. Grimlock did a head count. Swoop, Slag, Sludge and Snarl. Not everybody, but all he needed. “Dinobots remain calm. We find way off this rock!” The ignorant Dinobots cheered. Snarl however didn’t share Grimlocks optimistic view on their situation. He used his internal scanners to probe the planet. Despite his commanders statements the planet wasn’t a rock, but a Cybertronian alloy, with an Energon core. Snarl couldn’t believe it. Snarl interrupted the other Dinobots banter. “Comrades! I believe we are standing on a manufactured structure. This planet must be a manifestation of the glowing Unicron.” The Dinobots looked around confused. “You remember when the Decepticons used giant boosters to fly Cybertron through space?” The Dinobots did remember, and seemed pleased that they did. “We can potentially do the same thing if we can locate materials to construct the necessary devices. Granted it will be a vastly time consuming process.” Grimlock stepped forward. “We Dinobots search planet, maybe find something good.” Snarl nodded. The other Dinobots seemed to agree. “There is a fracture in the surface not far from here, we can penetrate from there.” The Dinobots set out in search of anything to help their situation.


Triceradon and Striker were finishing up repairs to the engines when Dinotron and Bazooka confronted them. “How isss everythinggg out here?” Dinotron had a sinister look on his face. Triceradon and Striker had spent enough time as Predacons to know something was up. They glanced at each other with a subtle nod. It was time for the dynamic duo to show their stuff. “All is well sir.” Replied Triceradon. “What of the other Dinobots?” Striker inquired. “What’s it matter punks?” asked an agitated Bazooka. Dinotron extended his arm to cease Bazooka’s confrontational attitude. “They have taken a Spacebridge to the planets surface to investigate. Do you wish to join them?” Dinotron was glaring at them. They could tell he was brutally insane. “Heck no!” Triceradon replied arrogantly. “We hate those ignorant glitches. Wastes of Energon if you ask me.” Striker nodded. “Yeah! We should leave them there while we go investigate Unicron.” Dinotron smiled. “Still loyal to the memory of Magmatron aye brothers?” The two Dinobots looked at each other. “To be honest I hadn’t really thought about him.” Replied Triceradon. “Yeah. We just hate those disgraceful excuses for Dinobots!” Striker angrily added, while glaring at Bazooka. Dinotron laughed. “Do you think the power of Unicron would be able to restore Magmatron?” Triceradon pretended to wonder. Dinotron turned and looked at Unicron. “With his power, WE CAN DO ANYTHING!” The two Autobot Dinobots were beginning to find Dinotron’s inane laughing annoying.

Grimlock and the other Dinobots arrived at a cavernous maw. The glow of Energon emanating from its walls filled the Dinobots with a strange sense of nostalgia, as if they were back on Cybertron. Grimlock radioed Swoop who had been dispatched to scout the area from the sky. “We Dinobots go in cave. You Swoop finish sightseeing and come to Dinobots.” There was no response. Snarl made adjustments to Grimlock's communicator. “Swoop?” Grimlock was concerned and it angered him. “Squawk! Me Swoop hear Grimlock.” There was a lot of static interference. “Dinobots find cave, Swoop come join Dinobots.” The hiss of the static was agitating Slag’s audio receptors. “Squawk! Me Swoop find broken ship.” Snarl was eager to know more, but mostly where it was, unfortunately Swoop was lost, and unable to reunite with them. Snarl used Grimlock’s communicator to track Swoop’s signal. He was on the other side of the mountain ridge, a short trip through the cave if it connected. The Dinobots agreed to enter the cave. If they couldn’t reach Swoop at least they could scout the inner workings of the planet for a more suitable source of Energon. Snarl had already examined a sample and determined it was safe, but due to exposure to atmospheric conditions its consistency had been degraded and would not give them sufficient energy. The Dinobots reluctantly entered the ominous cave.


Repugnus awoke in his cell. Striker was guarding him. “What’s goin’ on Striker?” asked a confused Repugnus. “Dinotron and Bazooka captured the ship.” Repugnus looked even more distressed. “I’m not sure exactly sure how they got the other Dinobots off the ship. Trice and Me have been pulling the Starscream shuffle on ’em. Playing loyal, but now that your awake we can make a move.” Striker was moving towards the cell. “No!” lamented a concerned Repugnus. “Why not?” Striker wasn’t happy to be startled and now he was confused. “I have a plan, and I think I can get out without tipping that your pretending to be preds. Either way we’ll find out what we need to know.” Striker nodded and began to head towards the bridge. “Be safe lil’ man.” Repugnus nodded. “Don’t shoot me if I put my hands up in surrender, ok?” Striker laughed. “Ok! I’ll tell Trice.”

Swoop never had any aspirations to be an explorer or a detective, just a warrior. But he couldn’t help feeling a modicum of excitement while exploring the wreckage. Using his wings to put out small fires allowed him easier access to what little bit of the ships mid-section remained. He had discerned that it was an older Maximal battleship. Sadly it was unsalvageable in its current state. It had been shot up pretty bad before it crashed here. Remnants of the internal structure indicated that most of the crew had evacuated before the impact via stasis pods. None of the ships computers were functioning with most of them destroyed or missing from the crash. A single empty pod remained. If Swoop were a lesser bot he could use it to escape, but he figured it better to just report it. “Egh. Swoop to Dinobots?” There was nothing but static. No doubt by now they had entered the cave. Swoop decided it best to remember the pod, and report it as soon as possible. He started out towards the cave. It wasn’t long before he realized he could fly instead of walk. He stared at his legs. What had he just forgotten? The pod! He was about to take off flying with his news when he noticed an odd trail. Swoop flipped into pursuit mode. Whatever it was it was wounded and couldn’t have made it that far.


Slag and Sludge covered the rear. Grimlock was on point, while Snarl kept up a scan. The cave as they had been calling it had given way to a Cybertronian corridor. Very reminiscent of their home world. It hadn’t been long since Snarl had revealed his upgraded knowledge from the power of Nucleon. For a moment back there on the ship it seemed like he was being alienated, but now he was right back with the group. Snarl spotted a panel he could access. He motioned to Grimlock and the others to follow him. Snarl pried the panel open and connected to it. The chamber they were in was not long, a maintenance tunnel leading to… the knees? As soon as Snarl had his revelation the corridor went black. The emerald glow of Energon returned violently in a crimson hue. Staggered by the sudden surge of Energon the Dinobots regained their footing and looked about. Snarl was hit hard and fell to the ground. Sludge turned to attack his next target. Grimlock turned to see his companion Dinobots had been replaced by some evil Decepticon clones and they were attacking. Grimlock drew his sword and slashed his attacker. Sludge fell hard to the ground. Enemies surrounded him, and they were strong. Slag confused by it all released his flame breath. Snarl realized this was going to be rough.

Triceradon was easing the ship along as slow as possible. He found it kind of humorous that Dinotron hadn’t noticed or said anything. He certainly wasn’t like Megatron in that respect. Striker had informed him of Repugnus’s plans to do something, and to not shoot him if he surrendered. The not knowing and the waiting were irritating Triceradon. “I’m reading more sub-space anomalies, we’ll need to make another course correction. With the ship as damaged as it is, we can’t risk much turbulence or we won’t make it to that green Unicron thing.” Striker nodded to Triceradon who proceeded to make the trip longer. “Gah! This is taking forever!” Shouted the impatient Bazooka. “Patientsss Bazooka.. We can sssee the goal, no need to russsh.” Retorted Dinotron. “I’m gonna’ go nuts waiting here.” Bazooka seemed adamant about his need for entertainment and Triceradon could relate to the feeling of inpatients. He wanted to smack Bazooka now! “Fine then.” The tone in Dinotron’s voice had switched. He sounded more like Megatron. “Go dismantle that repugnant creature we have captive in the back if you’re so desperate for something productive to do.” Dinotron glared at Bazooka, who was smiling like an idiot. Bazooka grabbed his axe and proceeded into the back section. The concerned Striker looked at Triceradon who seemed eager for battle. The wait was over.


Slag spammed his Flamethrower until he was exhausted. His effort had worked as the evil Dinobots had fled. Snarl had taken off in search of his friends, but every hallway looked the same. No indication of any inhabitance. He stopped for a moment to check his internal monitors, when he began to hear noises. The sounds of machinery all around him, like a giant self-sustaining space station. He began to look around for another access panel when heard new noises. The sound of footsteps rushing towards him. He turned in time to see an evil Sludge lunging at him. He sidestepped and Sludge collided with the wall. Sludge rose and hastily did an about face. He attacked the evil Snarl but it again dodged him. Snarl thought the planet must be scanning their memories and using their friends against them. Sludge noticed the evil Snarl was distracted and quickly shot him with his rifle. Snarl dove at the evil Sludge, his rifles fire bounced off him, just like the real Sludge, whose immense rifle had a power rating of only one. Snarl tackled the Sludge look-a-like. He stared him in the face. Suddenly the room shook and went black. “Help Me,” said a voice so loud that it seemed to come from inside the two Dinobots heads. The room illuminated again. The crimson walls had returned to their peaceful emerald glow. Snarl looked down and was surprised to find himself pinning Sludge to the ground. The two Dinobots arose, sore from battle, and that no clear victor had been decided between them. "Let's go!" said Snarl. Sludge nodded.

Grimlock had been following a series of tubes while skulking the caverns for the evil Dinobots but found no one in sight. His lust for battle was beginning to subside as he came down from a combat high. As he turned a sharp corner, his gaze fixed on the tubes. He was suddenly blinded. His optics adjusted and looked outward. This part of the planet wasn’t like Cybertron, but resembled one of Earth’s vast and unforgiving deserts. Grimlock was reminded of his days with the Maximals fighting the Predacons across time and space. Even before that he and the Dinobots had fought bravely alongside the Autobots. Now all the Maximal Prime’s were dead or missing. He thought about how he had hated Optimus Prime, and after his death, how he had realized the important roll that Optimus played in the Autobots cause, and to Cybertrons future. Now Optimus Prime was back, facing off against Unicron and the Decepticons somewhere across the galaxy, while Grimlock and the Dinobots investigate this strange other Unicron. Grimlock’s thoughts were shattered. His vapor analyzers were detecting Energon in the air. Fresh Energon, from a wounded Maximal! Grimlock transformed into Beast mode and sniffed hard. It was him! Grimlock charged off in the direction of the smell. He was hell bent on getting some answers from the one who sentenced him to imprisonment for no reason.


Swoop was gliding along, closer to the ground then he had ever done before. If he swayed one way or the other he could bottom out and crash in a heap. The thought of danger excited him, as did the thrill of the hunt. While not an enemy pursuit, the wounded Maximal he detected nearby was still a fun prey to track down. Swoop gained some altitude. He could see the body ahead of him. With a big flap of his wings he darted through the air like a missile on course with its target. In the blink of an eye he transformed and landed before the wounded warrior. Swoop looked him over. He’d never seen this Maximal before. The wounded Maximal looked up at Swoop. His face startled Swoop. Its resemblance was so strong, to another he had known. His body was damaged severally and he was hemorrhaging Energon. The Maximal reached out. Swoop motioned to touch his hand. But before they’re hands could meet, they were separated by a blade. It was Grimlock’s sword. Swoop grabbed the sword to push it away. The Maximal grabbed the sword as well. Grimlock and Swoop were filled with an orchestra of memories sounding out from the depths of the Maximal’s spark. It revealed to them every moment, motivation and desire that he had ever felt. Then, like a back draft, the shared knowledge was gone, and all that remained was a growing and searing pain. Grimlock looked at Swoop whose body was glowing with Energon, it was changing him. Grimlock went to move, to strike, but that was the last he processed.

The planet began to spin around as his processor slowed. Grimlock faded into the darkness; the voice of the creator whispering reassurance comforted him.

Hard Head awoke abruptly jumping to his feet and drawing his sword. As he glanced around his processor lapsed, his knees missed a gear and he stumbled and staggered until he came to rest on the shoulder of a nearby bot. The bot held him up limply for a moment and then cast him to the ground. Hard Head heard the sound of guns being drawn on him. “State yer name and allegiance son, or so help me!” Hard Head discerned the unmistakable sound of purring after the bots sentence. It was a cat bot of some sort. “Hard Head, Maxi.. Er.. Autobot Strategist assigned to the Dinobots sir!” Hard Head heard a laugh and a purr. “Autobots huh? So we Maximals are the outdated ones now huh?” From the corner of his eye Hard Head saw the guns lower. He turned and looked up. “I’m Tigatron, and this here is Airrazor.” The two Maximals helped Hard Head to his feet. “Thanks for the help.” Tigatron smiled, “No problem, and sorry about dropping you like that, I’ve just known a lot of Raptors. Most of them bad news.” Hard Head laughed, “Tell me about it.” Tigatron didn’t miss a beat. “Well, we were assigned to The Pack, after Hot Rod and Primal Prime disappeared and Alpha Trion disbanded The Wreckers. We were helping Leo Prime look for his son, Junior. He’s been kidnapped by the Predacons. They want his Matrix. We came here because we detected Matrix energy, but once we got near the rift we were attacked repeatedly by different groups of Predacons, all converging here it seems.”


Hard Head was shocked that they had been in conflict all this time, while he had been baby sitting the Dinobots on Cybertron. He was envious and saddened by there hardship. The data tracks he had been briefed on about early casualties in this war listed Tigatron and Airrazor, though they weren’t actually dead, but fused into one being by alien forces. Only with the revival of Rhinox and the return of Perceptor, Wheeljack, Hoist and Grapple aided by the power of the three Beast Primes and their Matrixes did the RNA of Tigatron and Airrazor be defused and Cybertron healed from the then recent attack from Unicron and his Predacon / Blentron army. “So how’d you end up here?” inquired Hard Head. “We came through the rift to escape the Preds, not expecting to find Unicron here. As soon as we were all gathered, Rapticon turned on us, and used some sort of Spacebridge device to teleport us here. We’ve been wondering looking for the others and we found you.” Hard Head couldn’t believe it. “Dinotron betrayed the Dinobots and me in a similar fashion.” The trio looked around. Hard Head saw an Energon storm in the distance; he pointed it out to the others. “That looks rough!” He turned, and was shocked to find the two Maximals transfixed. “What’s wrong?” In unison they replied while beginning to back away. “We must run, hide, find shelter, it’s the Enemy!” They were jogging towards a rock formation. The trio maximized to increase their speed. Hard Head shouted, “What’s the Enemy?” Airrazor chirped back, with an obviously implied tone of fear. “It’s Razorclaw’s Battleship!”

The infiltrator that had been known as Rapticon was bringing the Maximals ship towards the small planets surface. “Grr, We are almost there Boss!” The Rapticon smiled devilishly. A large figure appeared behind him, from the shadows a single eye was glowing ominously. “Progress confirmed. Prepare Operation: Extraction!”


Bazooka found himself in the dark. He wasn’t sure if they had left the lights off to mess with Repugnus or if the power had gone out. He was fumbling about when he finally found the switch. He paused for a moment hearing a strange noise. It was? Breathing? It was loud, and labored as if, fueled by adrenaline. Bazooka felt it was all around him. His suspicions were confirmed when he flipped the switch and found himself surrounded by Insecticlones. He lunged at the first one, and struck it hard with his axe, cutting deep into the Cybertronian alloy that it used as an exo-skeleton. Energon sprayed across the cabin. “Die pathetic Maximals!” Bazooka shouted in joyous rage as he struck down another, and another. Bazooka was bathing in Energon, which was beginning to pool on the floor from all the carnage. Bazooka had his hands on another Insecticlone and was squeezing it, crushing it. That’s when he felt the sharp sting of mandibles burying themselves in his back. He doubled over in pain, as more mandibles struck him, then the sensation of being taken apart. Bazooka looked down in horror to see a swarm of mantises were consuming his legs, and arms!

The sheer terror of it all caused Bazooka to overheat and go offline. The real Repugnus stood over him, and the Insecticlones began regurgitating up the materials they had absorbed from Bazooka’s limbs. They were rebuilding him. Repugnus looked up in time to see Insecticlones beginning to converge on the rest of the ship. As they crashed through the door Dinotron turned and confronted them, drawing his sword for the kill.


Razorclaw stood on the bridge of his ship. The blood of Unicron flowed through him. His stolen body comprised of VOX technology was a source of much pride. He had bested the Maximal Primes and the resurging Autobots to claim the remains of Tigerhawk’s body and fuse it with his own. Bolts of dark Energon spewed from his ship. When they came in contact with the surface they absorbed the Natural Energon, and left nothing but dead sand in the wake. This day would be his final victory over the Maximals, and next, all of Cybertron!

Slag had exhausted his Energon supply and was slipping into stasis lock. He fumbled about in the caverns eventually falling out onto some mountainous cliffs. His future looked bleak, but as a Dinobot he was without fear. He accepted everything that Primus could throw at him. He could hear footsteps and began to rise. “Slag! It’s about time we found you!” Slag could tell it was Snarl’s voice, it was reassuring, but he was still startled when his friends made contact with him to share their Energon. Of all the Dinobots exposed to the phenomenon Slag seemed to have been affected the worst. Some form of post-traumatic stress was making him jumpy. Not an uncommon occurrence and one that would subside in time and hopefully soon thought Snarl.

The three veteran Dinobots were observing the situation. Sludge and Slag believed they could feel Grimlock and Swoop coming from the north, but there was an Energon storm coming from the South that Snarl was worried about, it seemed oddly evil and foreboding. The three decided to go look for their commander.


Grimlock snapped online. He was standing with Swoop before the one that had changed them. Grimlock wanted to scowl, but found he was unable to be angry at what had happened. “How are you feeling?” Swoop responded to the voice, which he fond oddly soothing. “Squawk! Me Swoop feel great! Squawk!”

Swoops disposition seemed bolstered by his newfound power, and enhanced Cybertronian body. “Me Grimlock like new body. But why this happen? And how you not dead?” The Maximal laughed, and put a hand on Grimlock. “The efforts of the brave and persistent Autobots have restored me to being. I joined them to aid Cybertron. During the final battle with Unicron some of my men were captured. A small band of Maximals and I went in search of them. We battled first just off the surface of Unicron. But something during that conflict transported us here. We fell under repeated attacks from the Predacons. I ejected my crew in stasis pods, all six of them. Three were captured by the Predacons, and the others, are missing.” Grimlock looked at the Maximal. He had hated him moments ago, but now, similar to how he felt with Optimus Prime in 2005, he was finding a new respect for all he had been through. “Me Grimlock glade you not die!” They smiled and laughed together. “Me Grimlock like new body that Matrix give! No more puny Raptor!” Grimlock Transformed into his new Tyrannosaurus Rex mode and let out a fierce scream. His magnificent body was radiant with fresh Energon. “Squawk! Swoop Transform! Swoop Transform!” The excited Swoop jumped up and changed into his new Pterodactyl form and took to the skies. The return of a more mechanized body allowed him faster flight and better maneuverability. Swoop was pleased. The two ecstatic Dinobots gathered themselves by the veteran Maximal. “What we do now?” Asked Grimlock.
The Maximal shot him a sly look, and Grimlock knew he wasn’t monkeying around. “We have a lot of missing friends, and we have Enemies here as well. It maybe a strange and foreign planet, but it’s nothing we haven’t encountered before. We’ll just have to maximize our efforts and search.” Grimlock stamped the ground in excitement. “Let me Grimlock say it!” The veteran Maximal laughed. “Ok Grimlock, you can say it.” Grimlock shouted dramatically “Autobots! Transform and roll out!” The trio headed south, determined to let nothing stand in their way, not even a little storm.

Dinotron continued to kill Insecticlone after Insecticlone. Striker and Triceradon were mock wrestling with two, while waiting for him to reveal his transportation device. Dinotron was a ferocious fighter. He had not a hint of fatigue about him as splattered his fourteenth Insecticlone. The combined RNA of Megatron and Dinobot was truly an awesome force. Striker had a sudden and startling realization, that if this killing machine were able to harness the power of Unicron, he would be unstoppable. Striker cast aside his insecticlone and lunged at Dinotron. Dinotron turned and instinctively stabbed Striker in his spark. For the briefest of moments there was a hint of sadness in the face of Dinotron, most likely from the Dinobot portion of him, who respected Striker as a warrior. Then his amber eyes faded to red, and his frown became a smile. He pushed Strikers fallen body on Triceradon. Dinotron slew another Insecticlone as he darted across the room, dodging attacks, and pulling his weapon. He unleashed the full power of his portable spacebridge gun, and expelled everyone from the bridge of the ship and into the void of space. Panicked and insane he manned the helm, and began firing into the pile of floating bodies. Suddenly the shooting stopped, and his joyous madness was replaced by pain. He fell to the floor and cupped his severed arm. Repugnus stood over him, now possessing his gun and his sword. Repugnus stabbed downward towards the floor as violently and as intensely as he could. The Predacon’s sword pierced his body, and came to rest deep in the haul of the ship.

Repugnus looked out into space. The horror he saw was overwhelming. His clones, and his friends, reduced to nothing. Repugnus turned to Dinotron, who began to laugh while writhing on his blade. His laughter ceased when his gaze fell upon the optics of Repugnus as they changed from their normally peaceful sky blue color, to a red of malicious intent only known to the Decepticons. Repugnus transformed, and began to secrete clone, after clone after clone. They swarmed the helpless Dinotron, and began to drip acid on him, dissolving his Cybertronian body. Dinotron suddenly smiled and leaned into the assault, using the acid to melt his sword. He quickly charged one of the clones knocking it back. He dodged a strike from another clone and used the inertia to propel him into an adjacent clone killing it. Dinotron grabbed his gun, and stared out the window at Unicron. As Repugnus and the Insecticlones regained themselves, Dinotron turned the weapon on himself. Repugnus dove, unable to stop the blast, but just in time to capture the gun. Dinotron had vanished into the void.