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The Autobots had been captured, brought before megaton on the nemesis with every Decepticon who could make it.
Trapped behind bars kneeling, legs and wrists bound tight with spikes to prevent movement sat Optimus, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Hound.
Looming above the captured bots, megaton smirked. “To think, all we needed was an energon trap” Optimus stared back in rage.
Megatrons arm cannon hummed, glowing purple. The light bathed the bridge and the eyes of the other Decepticons glowed in tandem. Raising the cannon all Megatron could do was smirk, “after all these years, and this is ho- “
The entire ship rocks to the right, the collective bots looking in outrage and fear. “Who dares to disrupt the execution of a prime” roars Megatron. Sound wave’s hands hit the command terminal, and a video feed opens up of a ship three times the size of the nemesis above them in orbit. The cannon that rocked the nemesis still glows on its side; six other similarly sized cannons sit unfired next to it. the collective bots freeze at the sheer scale.
The rest of the ship slowly comes into view, and all eyes snap to the hastily painted on Autobot symbol. The paint is rough and thin enough for everyone to see the Quintesson symbol it was painted over.
A comm request appears on the main computer screen, the Decepticons and Autobots hold still. Soundwave accepts the comm.
Seconds pass as the line connects.
“Prowl!?!” rings out from Bumblebee and Wheeljack.
The rest of the bots are no less confused. Prowl was dead, died to shut down the space bridge. Prowl was right in front of them on the holo screen, clearly within a Quintesson ship if the background was any indication. With a new appearance.
Where his once blocky frame sat was now smooth curves and slopes, his door wings were much larger and were flared behind him in a V-shape. The shape of his helm was more streamlined, his chevron angled back, and what was visible of his arms had grown in size and had visible weapons. Even his paint was different, mostly dark blue and white was interspaced with bright red and the occasional splash of vibrant blue.
Mostly notably being the symmetrical swipes of fluorescent blue under his optics.
“Am I late for the meeting?” Prowl spoke with a slight grin.
The bots on the nemesis were in various states of shock, but before their processors could even fully understand what they were seeing there was movement behind Prowl. Bot-like shapes stalking out of the darkness, Prowl’s door wings barely twitched at their approach.
Stepping back to give space for the other bots to come into view, showed that what Prowl now looked like was nothing compared to the strangers behind him.
Four bots(?) stalked from the darkness, all smooth curves and slopes. Mostly dark colours interspaced with bright patterns, everything from spikes, to swirls, to geometric blocks. None have face plates. Three settled behind prowl, their bright colours being the only true way to tell them from the darkness of the ship behind them.
The one that walked forward was very oddly shaped. A smooth visor, with no visible eyes behind it and no space for a nasal ridge. Three fingered hands and visibly active weapons, their chest had a glowing indent where their spark chamber should be. It pulsed steadily, even as they stalked forward and showed that they were easily a head taller than prowl he(?) still dipped his head in acknowledgement when he stood beside prowl.
Prowl spoke again “I give you this message Megatron. Surrender, or be imprisoned.” The bots behind Prowl tilted their helms as if in deferment, and the one beside him bowed their head the moment Prowl opened his mouth.
“never” Megatron seethed, “no amount of cheap tricks will intimidate me.” Turning to the Decepticons he started shouting “to your stations! Prepare for a battle”
“We were hoping you would say that.” Turning his helm from the display and into the darkness behind him Prowl yelled, “Release vortex!’