In a world where giant transforming alien robots are merely a work of fiction, a group of friends try to escape their grim reality through the many media outlets the internet has to offer.
However, when they're suddenly thrust into a dimension that...
(A/N: Just a little heads up. If you haven't already noticed, I will be using stuff from other transformers universes. For example, Soundwave is his TFP design. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming!)
Previously on Sparkmates Of Destiny:
"Who's idea was it to cram into one pod?!" Moon yells.
"YOURS!" Silver and Flammus practically scream.
"WELL WHY DID YOU LISTEN TO ME?!"
"IT WAS OUR ONLY OPTION!" Flammus defends.
"We could have taken them!"
"Ha! Us, fight Soundwave, third in command of the Decepticons! Yeah right!" Silver scoffs.
"You could have seduced him"
"WHAT?! HELL NO!"
"SHUT UP!" Flammus rages having had enough of their bickering.
Before any of them can retaliate, the pod hits the ground with a loud boom. The three femme inside are knocked unconscious from the impact.
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::This is AngelBlade, I have optics on the precious cargo. Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo, Decepticons inbound:: -AngelBlade
::What the fuck does that mean?:: -ChaosStar
::How do you know those codes?:: -Lennox
Lennox and Epps chuckle over the open comms, with the Autobots still new to the planet, the human soldiers are the only ones who know exactly what the femme said.
::I was bored:: -AngelBlade
::Is this really important right now?:: -NightStar
::Nope, I have optics on multiple Cons. Whoa, is that SoundWave? Sierra Charlie Romeo Alfa Papa, we got Starscream too! Ooooooo, is that Blitzwing? Golf Alfa Sierra Papa! It's Knockout! Which probably means— Yup, Breakdown too:: -AngelBlade
::Angel?:: -NightStar
::Yes?:: -AngelBlade
::Shut the frag up:: -NightStar
::Oops?:: -AngelBlade
::HAHAHAHAHAHA!:: -ChaosStar
::AngelBlade, give me their Echo Tango Alfa:: -Lennox
::Fuck math, mate. I don't know:: -AngelBlade
::You can use army code, but you can't make a simple estimation?:: -Lennox
::Exactly:: -AngelBlade
Lennox facepalms from his location in Ironhide's Alt, while Epps cackles along with his Autobot partner, Jazz.
