“Ever considered I might have picked the name as such by design?” Nightscream smiled mischievously, but said nothing further on the matter. She wasn’t about to open up to anyone she wasn’t sure she couldn’t pull on her side. “And don’t worry, I have served the Decepticons under Shockwave from the beginning. Although When we retrieve the Matrix, I do wish to revive Starscream first.” she said, her face curving with a sadistic smile, “Then tell him he’s the new leader, and then revive Megatron.” She left the remark about the name previously being picked by males fly. It only mattered who made the name known, and she intended to be the one. In due time.

“Big bang was launched before to prevent just that. It is safe to say he’s alive and big enough to take care of himself for the time being. We’ll get his position when I get the sensors back online, for now let’s gather the pieces here. If I were a ‘Bot, I’d attack our base now while it’s down, and they know we’Re here. They might not know about Big Bang.” she reasoned, finally managing to open the bulkhead that was slammed shut and prevented entry to the ship. “I’ll go this way around engineering and assess the damage further while i’m at it, you take the route to the bridge. Rendezvous back here.” she commented and vanished within the ship. She turned up i ten minutes with Jammer, Road Rage, Dread and Chain.

Jet-Lag

Jet-Lag was at the helm while it chased the Emissary; he demanded that the Autobots ship took heavy fire. It was them who prevented the Decepticons from getting energy for their cause. Well it was not those Autobots on that ship but since they were Autobots they would be blamed. ‘Megatron you will be avenged. I will tear those Autobots into scrap and then turn their scrap into trash.’ By this point the Dreadnaught was being pulled into the atmosphere.

Jet-Lag: “WHAT THIS…….. So we are now at the mercy of the atmosphere. It may pull us down but I will not let this ship become wrecked beyond repair.”

His voice was rough and slightly distorted. The landing was shaky but the landing was not a complete mess as the Dreadnaught partly landed and partly crashed into Death Valley. Of course the impact had knocked the big guy across the bridge and onto the captains sit. For a moment he heard nothing but soon heard another member of the Decepticons say something.

Nightscream: “Is anyone still alive?”

Some of the other Decepticons were heard. Jet-Lag eventually said something.

Jet-Lag: “Swan-Song report the current damage of the Dreadnaught and send out some scouts, we have something we need to do.”

The massive jet fighter checked over the bridge, much damage had happened here and needed repair. His ship needed to fly once more; he would not let the Dreadnaught go like this. Luckily the com system was working mostly and so they could still contact Shockwave. They needed to fix the image that went along with it and fix the transmitter a little more as well. The Decepticons had to gather in one spot so Shockwave could give orders but at the moment they had to get their bearings of this primitive planet.

Swan-Song

A lot happened but the thing she realized was that they had landed though roughly as she had been thrown about the ship. The impact was more then she had expected as she slowly rose to her feet though by this point she could hear several Decepticons respond to Nightscreams question. It sounded like Nightscream, Swan-Song was not too sure about her but as long as she did her job with the Decepticons all was good. The one that caught her attention was Jet-Lag’s command.

Jet-Lag: “Swan-Song report the current damage and send out some scouts.”

Swan-Song would reply to him but first she needed to let the other know she was still alive.

Swan-Song: “Swan-Song here, still up and running. I’m going to check and report the overall damage. Shockwave had instructed this be our home base.”

A moment of silence had passed before she started moving through the ship taking mental notes of what was in good condition, what was broken and what needed major or minor repairs. Some of the more important things needed to be repaired such as the mast computer; it was only running at 37% which was low. The Decepticon soon made her way to a spot were a breach was seen, this was a chance to release Predator and Carcass.

Swan-Song: “Carcass transform….. Predator transform…… Scout the area and report back whatever you find.”

Just like that the vulture known as Carcass flew off and the wolf known as Predator jumped out of the massive hole that needed work. It only took seconds for both to disappear from sight; the one who took to the skies would scout the north and east while the one who took the on foot route scouted the south and west.

Swan-Song continued on to see the rest of the damage. She needed to see the outside and so she approached the outside via the closest exit where she touched down on the sand but her vision was partly clouded by sand particles.

"...There's no! Air or water on the Moon? So no living thing inhabits it. As you know for sure. And... there are... no rivers on Mars. And on Venus... it has several hundred degrees Centigrade. And... the surface of... Jupiter is covered with... frozen ammonia..."
Big Bang was entranced by the drive-through as the audio ran through his internal radio.
"WHAT IS THAT."
Ensign Jones finished his beer and pulled another from the case- a bribe for having taken guard duty
"It's Gamera. He's like this big turtle or whatever, fights monsters. Friend to all children an' such."
"I WANNA BE A FRIEND TO ALL CHILDREN."
"You have fun with that."
There was a long silence.
"WHAT'S A CHILDREN?"

"Glad to hear Big Lug didn't get scraped into spare parts, I like the guy. As for the whole revival thing, I'm not a religious con. I'm not sure I believe the Autobot Matrix can bring people back, I'd just rather be here doing things than spinning my wheels in Cybertron waiting for more energy to turn up" Breakout said as he headed towards the bridge while Nightscream went the other way. To Breakout, it was a wild turbofox chase that'd led them to a planet in the middle of nowhere where the best and brightest of both sides had met an untimely end, but it still beat doing nothing and hearing stupid rumors about the Decepticon Matrix. At least there was definite proof the Autobot Matrix of Leadership had ever existed and Shockwave wasn't one for grasping at straws, though with the way the war had gone down, who knew what went on in the cyclops' mind.

Rather than head straight to the bridge, Breakout navigated towards the crews' quarters, deciding to check if anyone was alive in there. He inspected some of the damage on the way and realized that perhaps he had exagerated and the ship wasn't as damaged as he figured it was, it'd just been a hell of an unlucky shot that'd managed to open a hole in his way during the descent. Unfortunately, it seemed the crew's quarters had suffered much the same fate. Bits and pools of Decepticon soldiers decorated the demolished section of the ship and Breakout was ready to move on when he realized that no sunlight was filtering into the room. There should have been a hole of some kind, but he couldn't find any. And then he looked up.

The intercom flared up again for the others, Breakout's voice transmitting ."aaaaaahahahahahahaha! Everyone, everyone Grindor is still functional hahahahahaha!". From the background, attentive listeners might hear another voice belonging to the decepticon known as Grinder, yelling about how it wasn't funny and how he wasn't Grindor, his name was totally different. Breakout kept laughing long after he cut the comm. Grinder had transformed into vehicle mode as he was being sucked out and the bladed reel on his front, far wider than his back, had become lodged in the wall, saving his life at the cost of leaving him stuck to the roof and unconscious. After a while the com flared up again. "Oooooh, oh I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time.We're in the crew's quarters and Grinder is...pffffft, stuck to the roof. I'm gonna need some help getting him down, he can't transtorm it seems. You guys have to see this".

Having recollected themselves the pair of bots outside the ship made their way around the perimeter of the ship. It seemed at first glance judging by the debris some of which was still smoking and or aflame that they'd be stuck here for a while. The dull gun metal grey color of the ship's pieces contrasted to the vivid colors of the planet. Continuing their inspection only confirmed such suspicions of their situation. "This sucks, I can't believe we're stuck on this planet." Blast Pipe said while resting his foot on a piece of debris while looking out into the distance dramatically.

"But we got a whole new planet to explore!" said Highball.

"But we can't go too far without getting shot at by the decepticons who are also nearby. " Blast snapped back. He then broadcast a message to the others in the ship, "Hey anybody awake? This is Blast Pipe with Highball and we just finished inspecting the area and the ship's perimeter. The ship's pieces are all scattered about and we really need someone who's good with ships and a whole lot of time to get off this planet. The good news is that the decepticons haven't shot at us yet. Also this part of the planet seems to be covered in some soft green substance, sand, and strange organic structures growing from the ground."

A familiar voice responded, "If that's the case then we should hurry up and recover the debris and regroup before we get assaulted."

Krieg glanced at Swerve Back, "Some have said I was massive. Others said I was small. And others said I was about the same height. All of these people have DIED AT MY HANDS!" Krieg clenched his right fist as he began laughing boisterously. "I Remember th-" Krieg paused as he heard the communication from Blastpipe. Krieg responded, "GOOD NEWS IS THE DECEPTICONS HAVEN'T SHOT AT US!? THAT IS BAD NEWS! IT MEANS I HAVE NOTHING TO KILL." Krieg roared out in a clear fury, he paused for a moment again. "What are the damages of the ship from your end? Does it appear to be salvageable?" Krieg cracked his knuckles as he smirked, "I WILL BE THERE MOMENTARILY! I HAVE SOMETHING I MUST DO FIRST."

With that Krieg quickly headed over to where he crashed landed earlier, Krieg quickly went through the piles of rubble. Please be there, please be there. Krieg frantically searched through piles of rubble tossing large chunks away, before he finally stumbled upon it. It was a clear container, which held a brilliant blue orb which was crackling a bit with energy. Krieg quickly turned side to side, before confirming that, yes no one was there. Krieg hugged the jar, as he shed a solitary tear. Krieg knelt down on the strange organic material that composed this planet as he gazed into the jar. "My dearest wife, I do not know whether or not you can hear me in this state, and I apologize that I could not keep you safe." Krieg began sniffling a bit, "I-I..." Krieg paused, "Couldn't bear the thought that I would be without you on this strange world. I thank Primus that you are safe. I won't let you down... I've heard rumors abo-" Krieg began choking up, as he returned to talking to the jar. "There has to be a way, we aren't destined to be together in the Allspark yet! I... there has to be something..." Krieg hugged the jar, and realized that he did leave the communication lines up while he was talking to it. Wait, he left the communication lines up when he did that!? He knew he had to pull out something quick...Krieg coughed as he talked through the lines again, "I MEAN, DEATH TO THE DECEPTICONS! MY RUSE WILL TRICK THEM UH YES! THIS PLAN WILL GET THEM TO ATTACK BECAUSE DECEPTICONS ARE DICKS!"

The sisters, Chassis, Wheelie and XTC moved through the ship. It wasn't a complete loss. Autobots built to last and the Emissary could one day fly again but that would take a lot of work and a lot of Energon. -and she did mean a LOT of energon. The humans, Chassis had seen them racing around the city in the scanner uplink, oddly never seeming to take their robot forms. Was this planet so peaceful that they simply didn't bother transforming anymore?

"Another one," Wheelie stated as she moved some slag aside, "Statsis Lock. He'll need plenty of energon to bring him out of it."

XTC, on the other hand, was accessing a control panel. "The power systems are scragged. We have broken links all over the ship. We probably have plenty of autobots all over the ship in stasis lock. They'll remain so for dozens of cycles until we can get to them."

Chassis nodded, rolling around on her single wheel. She wasn't particularly fond of the situation. What she wanted to do was dig each one out, resuscitate them, get them online and ready to fight. As much as she, like most autobots hated the never ending fighting she'd rather be online and fighting. She couldn't imagine going out like that. Just going into stasis and not ever waking back up.

"Leave him," Chassis ordered, noting her voice synthesizer contained no emotion at all, "He'll be fine in stasis lock. We stop only for those bleeding Energon or with cracked spark chambers."

The first film finished, but happily for the pair it had been a double feature. The conversation continued.
"So, Big Bang, huh?"
"I AM BIG BANG."
"So is that a nickname or somethin'?"
"WHO IS NICK?"
"What a mean to say is- how do I put this... Is Big Bang your actual name?"
"UH HUH."
"So, what, is Bang your surname?"
"IS HE A KNIGHT?"
"No, I mean, do your family members have Bang in their names too?"
"NO. EVERYONE ON CYBERTRON HAS A DIFFERENT NAME. MY NAME IS BIG BANG."
"Gotcha. So what happens when two guys have the same name?"
Big Bang pondered this.
"I DON'T GET IT."
"Well, I mean, there's probably a lot of you, right?"
"NO, I AM THE ONLY BIG BANG."
"A lot of Cyberlanians or whatever. Point is, what happens when two guys have the same name?"
"YOU MEAN LIKE IF THERE'S ONE NAMED STARSCREAM AND THERE IS ALSO ANOTHER NAMED STARSCREAM?"
"Yeah, exactly. What happens?"
"I DUNNO. I GUESS ONE OF THEM CHANGES HIS NAME?"
"So it never occurred to you guys to use more than one name?"
"THERE'S LOTS OF NAMES. SIXGUN, LINKAGE, VIBRATOR, SKIDMARK..."
"Wow. Skidmark? Really?"
"THAT WAS HIS NAME."
"Jesus."
"NO, I DON'T THINK I EVER MET HIM."

Facepalming as she listened to Breakout's antics, Nightscream transformed and headed towards the point where he was calling from. The sand cloud was slowly setting and the visibility was increasing. Soon she saw the rear of a combine harvester. Ridiculous. Why would anyone even pick a shape like that? They could only move on the ground, not very fast in this particular case, had a ton of weakspots... The seeker toyed with the thought of removing his T-Cog and implanting it to someone who actually had a knack for using them to make a tripple-changer, but decided that good cannon fodder could come in handy with the win/loss ratio their faction seemed to have.

It's been shorting her circuits for a while. Why on Cybertron (Or Earth, whatever) were they on a goose chase to revive their fallen leader? They would have to first get their hand on the matrix - a goal Megatron was never able to achieve. If they do, wouldn't it be the best course of action to stick with the current people in charge? True, they were not fighting a Prime this time - but only until the first 'Bot as much as touches the damn thing.

She has been secretly listening in to the conversations on the ship for a while now. Being the chief engineer had it's perks. She has been trying to find like minded 'Cons that might with some persuasion or bribery see her way of tinking. Not that Nightscream aimed to become a leader, but if the opprotunity presented itself...

Transforming and landing near the stuck Decepticon, she shrugged those thoughts off. "Don't fidget too much." she reccomended to the stuck fellow as one of her wrists deployed the gun pod. Adjusting the workings of the weapon, she instead focused the blast into a short ranged jet, turning the blaster into a makeshift welding torch. A few minutes later, Grinder came tumbling down on the floor along with a piece of the hull that was previously keeping him in place. "Rookies..." she snarled, looking at the hole she'd have to fix sooner or later.

While the other bots were grouped at one floor of the broken ship. One of their members was conspicuously absent. "Where's the big lug and the engineer? Don't tell me he fell asleep on the way here." Blast Pipe said.

"Not just them," Gage coolly added, "But whoever else survived the crash too. He then broadcasted a message that he hoped would get to whoever else was linger, "Attention all survivors. We are currently staging a discussion over our current situation and what to do next. It goes without saying how important this is so please report to meeting hall."

Meanwhile in another part of the ship Wheelclimb had been wandering throughout the ship. He'd stopped at darkened destroyed area of the ship where he heard a voice. It sounded like that one bot who said he'd be on the way to help with repairs and salvaging. Except it was less gruff and aggressive sounding more emotional. Unable to keep quiet he show himself clear lubrication flowed from his optics. "Such devotion and strength it has made me cry! I offer you my hands and word alongside with comrades to restore your wife. Please suffer no more alone like this." he said while weeping profusely.

Curses, they know the dark secrets which lingers in my circuitry! Krieg thought to himself as he noticed another Autobot, Wheelclimb. If there was one thing he learned in Cybertron's Gladiator Games, well other than how much he enjoyed the carnage, it was that you never expose feelings other than your bloodlust. Krieg turned to face him as he desperately tried to hide the jar. "IT WAS JUST A RUSE!" Krieg boldly declared as he noticed he did a terrible job of hiding the jar, and that it was still in plain view. Krieg stared at Wheelclimb who was crying. "Er my wounds are my ow-" Krieg clenched his left fist as he slammed it down into a pile of rubble.

"W-why couldn't I protect her alone!? How could I fail in such a task?" Krieg shed a small bit of his own lubricant. I suppose there is no point in denying it... My circuitry still aches from my loss. The void it left in me is endlessly colder than space. Krieg glanced at Wheelclimb, "Your offer is most generous, and I would gladly accept help offered to restore her back to life. This is a task I need help in. It is not as simple as destroying a Decepticon." Krieg stared at him for a bit, before finally replying to the transmission, "I WILL BE AT THE MEETING HALL SOON!" He laughed boisterously as he moved his wife's spark jar closer to him.

It took quite some time for Chassis to lead her sisters up through the bowels of the ship and forwards towards the command and control section. They'd been close to the engineering section, as far aft as you could get, and mopping up a number of disposable 'cons that had been sent ahead to land on the Emissary on a near suicide run. That was something else that bothered Chassis, the Decepticon's willingness to sacrifice the sparks of their least most important.

Finally, the three ascended to the final deck. They'd had to do manually operate many of the hatches, pumping compressors to actuate the system while others were still connected to their emergency power systems. It had been a long trip. Rolling into the bridge area, leading with her assault rifle and ready to launch a grenade if the place was packed with Decepticons, Chassis peered about warily. Being a pint sized autobot, she and her sisters behind her slipped easily through the hatch that Treadbolt had shouldered open some time before.

"Recon Alpha 2," Chassis identified herself as she moved into the open area, noting her sisters moving up onto the upraised daises where the sciences and communications officers would have been. They were taking up flanking position in case there was some sort of threat present, "Is anyone else here?"

Krieg looked around the lower deck as he found a metal box, he quickly opened it and placed the Spark Jar in there. Krieg, with the box in hand, then proceeded to quickly arrive at the Meeting Hall. Krieg turned to face Gage and Blastpipe, "I HAVE ARRIVED! WHAT ARE THE DAMAGES? Have you heard from any other survivors?" Krieg dramatically raised his right, while keeping the box in his led, and clenched it. "WE MUST FIND THE DECEPTICONS AND SLAUGHTER THEM!" Krieg roared out before releasing his hand, "Also repairs. REPAIRS MUST BE DONE!"

Krieg activated his communicator as he yelled out, "ALL SURVIVORS WILL REPORT TO THE MEETING HALL NOW! GET HERE AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE! I WILL DRAG YOU ALL BACK AS SCAP IF I HAVE TO" He glanced at Gage, "If they don't arrive here I will personally drag them all here." Krieg paused for a moment, "DO NOT ASK ABOUT THE BOX." Wait, by telling him about the box I only engaged his curiosity. He may now ask about the box, exactly the opposite of what I intended! I must create a distraction. Krieg turned to Gage, "What is your favorite way to kill a Decepticon? I MAY HAVE TO DRAG THE OTHER SURVIVORS HERE."

Other

Both Carcass and Predator started mapping the surrounding area, of course the land based creature managing to get better detail while the one in the air could get a larger picture. Predator had nothing but rock, sand and various stop points in the area, the sun beating down on the cold metal body. Sand was thrown in the air as he ran from each foot that brushed over the hot sandy surface. The metal beast growling with each leap it did.

Carcass managed to map its half of the work in no time as it soon flew outwards to find energy sources, the main reason she and Predator were unleashed. Random vultures circled certain places waiting for things to die. A vehicle under them stopped in its tracks and it looked like it had broken, if they were not careful they would die here. Carcass could magnify its sight by 10 times; she could see things from far away allowing her to map more things out.

A power source could be seen way back in the distance but it had walls around it like it was being guarded and it was being guarded. There were six towers with thick heavy walls around it with only two entrances. She could not tell but they each had a custom-made weapon made from various parts of fallen Transfomers. Carcass soon turns a sharp left and checks what is in front of her.

Jet-Lag

Jet-Lag: “Decepitcon’s to the bridge. Shockwave will be giving orders for our first trip out of this dusty hell hole.”

His voice being rather more metallic than normal but the slight distortion was present. The massive stealth bomber turned and made his way towards the console to the right to see if it was working. ‘What a primitive planet, with such puny humans. I say we destroy them all for the glory of Megatron. He shall rise once more’ he thought to himself. The console was buggy due to the crash but it could be repaired. Some of the circuits could be repaired, others had to be replaced.

Sawn-Song

The chopper of the group had studied the extant of the damage of the vessels body by this point. ‘Luck for us this planet is rich in resources so fixes should be easy to do. Our goal on the other hand is, I am sure Shockwave will lead us to victory’ she thought herself. She could only do preliminary checks for now, it would take a while to check and fix everything. As she looked a little more closely at the hull damage as she heard Jet-Lag bark an order. After hearing it she replies back.

Swan-Song: “I guess today won’t be a complete downer. Heading to the bridge now.”

Her voice having a sinister tone to it but it was a part of who she was and had been with her since her creation.

Breakout would've continued to make fun of Grinder as it was, his landing reminded him of a Fallerian Sky Whale after being gunned down to be honest, but the real kicker was Grinder being stuck in vehicle mode even after he was released from the hull. It was nothing short of absurdly, amazingly unlucky, because he was completely unharmed otherwise but the impact, depresurization and being stuck to the hull must've messed up his transformation cog somehow. Not too badly because he'd be dead otherwise but bad enough that the guy couldn't even transform for the moment. Attempts to do so produced strained noises that gave Breakout the chuckles.

Breakout had a reputation for being something of an oddball decepticon, able to get along and work with most anyone, but if there was one crew member he would've liked off the ship, it was Grinder. If there was a god or gods or whatever, him/them/it hated Grinder like few things in creation. The con's history was a long series of unfortunate situations brought about by terrible luck compounded with Grinder's general lack of brainpower. Perhaps saddest of all was that he had a reputation for being a rather deadly fighter with that massive bladed reel of his, but most anything Grinder had involved himself with seemed to end in disaster, or at the very least with him in need of repairs.

But Grinder was already there, stuck with them in a strange planet and stuck in his altmode to boot. So Breakout did the only reasonable thing he could do. Moments later a massive combine harvester rolled into the bridge, with Breakout in robot mode riding on top. "I'm pretty sure there's problems with Grinder's t-cog".

Nightscream was following shortly after the weirdest sight she saw in centuries. Her visor was slammed shut to muffle the sound, but the twitching of her shoulders betrayed she was either laughing or crying. IT wasn't hard to guess which one. Unfortunately for the poor fellow, she could do nothing for him. Nightscream was en engineer, not a medic.

"I can transplant someone else's, but repairing it is beyond me. So unless some of you volunteer for donor, I'll have to go scrap a 'Bot for spare parts." the femme suggested. She wasn't looking for a fight, oh no, but it'd be good to know just how much damage did the Autobots take and either finish them off right there or get to work on the Dreadnought so they were defended against their attack.

Before she could voice her thoughts, the screen flickered to life, displaying a cyclops face. Shockwave. In her early times with the 'Cons, it was him she served under, but the years after Megatron's fall shown her she really knew nothing of him. Nightscream couldn't even determine whether he really intended to revive Megatron at all. To her at least it made no sense. And it was that unknown that sent 2s into her CPU. The fact that he sent them here but himself remained behind was even more disassuring of what this planet might have in store for them.

A drop pod starts to rocket through the atmosphere, catching aflame as it enters the planet's sky. The inhabitant starts to read his commands back to himself. Find the Autobots. Kill their leader. Do not fail me, Shadow. I am counting on you. . But that's when it all went wrong. The drop pod fell to pieces before impact, leaving this Shadow going well over 200 mph towards the ground. All he has time to do is scream his head off. He hits the side of a semi truck head first, causing a not-so-minor pile up on the highway. He gets up and wanders off, walking like he was drunk to all heck. He peers into the sunlight, and then shakes his head. He tries to remember what he was sent here to do, but he comes up empty. Nothing there, not even his name. He looks at a car that was stopped, and his eyes spark up as he scans it. He starts back when it happens, not knowing what he did. But what happened is he just scanned his disguise car, a pink and white smart car. He starts to walk again, too confused to know where he was going. His memory was just wiped, he was on an alien planet, and as far as he knew he was the only of his kind here, whatever his kind is. He didn't even know what to call this place, but there was lots of... sand? He stumbled as a few memories came back. This was a desert, he was told by someone... someone he worked for... He didn't understand what desert meant, because he barely even knew how to walk. Unknowingly he was going in the direction that the autobots were at. He would find them soon enough.

A blinding light shot across the sky, visible to all who turned to look. It broke through the atmosphere with a deafening whoosh, landing onto the ground with a sizeable explosion, but far enough from any civilization to destroy anything valuable. Emerging from the crater was a large metallic hand. It pulled itself up from the crater, feet coming up to follow its arms, pushing against the mounds of dirt the explosion kicked up. Standing at the foot of the crater was a large silhouette. Light glistened off its metallic body. With whir of gears and pistons, the machine-man lifted up its legs, one after the other. His feet landed on the ground with a loud thud as he searched for life. Not long after, he found a road. He stuck his head into the road and found a sizeable enough vehicle. A beam of light shot forth from the robot's head, scanning the vehicle. The driver inside tried to yield, but was not fast enough. Before he could come to a stop, he vehicle hit the robot square in the head, sending the head flying, wires from the robot's neck crackling with electricity.

Cars stopped before the large vehicle, people stepping out to see what was going on, their question answered before long. The robot reached its hands out, crushing the large vehicle in search of its head. Its hand landed on a car. Desperate, the robot picked up the car and put it over the wires. Pistons protruded from the robotic neck, reaching into the car and apparently assimilating it. The robot laid a foot onto the road before its form shifted to match the large vehicle, but a little less broken. There began the robot's search for scrap metal.

Long after, the robot finally found what he was looking for- a broken ship. Surely, he could take pieces of it for his people. Using his thrusters, the robot shot himself at the ship, tearing a hole in it. "Oh yeah!" he exclaimed, bursting from the wall. As the dust settled, the robot looked to see two others before him, a blue and a red one; Gage and Blast Pipe. Judging by their insignias, they were autobots.

"Wassup homie!" Jersey Boy greeted, reaching his hand out to shake.

And then the autobots seizing upon the Decepticons' laziness found the great macguffins of macguffins and used it to finally beat them and save the the day. Along the way wits, strength, inner strength, and relationships were put to the test. Also eventually they had a bitching dance party but the budget ran out and instead it's being put out in a direct to DVD movie.

*The Directors of the Film begin talking over the various scenes of the movie.*
"You know, it was going to be an interesting sub-plot?"
*What, Krieg's Wife? Oh it would have been... but the budget for the film.*
"Hey, you know Transformer Movies are costly. And we had to spend it all for those epic fight scenes"
*Now THOSE were great! It was totally worth the budget.*
"But I really feel that the whole cast had character development..."
*Odd for a Transformers Movie, but we did it.*
"OH you know what I really liked!"
*What?*
"That Charles' Barkley Cameo..."
*With Robo-Barkley playing hoops against Big Bang?*
"Yeah!"
*Well shame we had to cut it for time...*