Hunted!

Hunted!

Author's note: Because I personally think they pulled Megatron in too early, this line of fanfictions extends that universe and picks up after the episode "Total Meltdown" In this fiction, there is a plausible way for the G1 antagonists, the Quintesson's to come into the Animated continuity. Be on the look out for Real-world and Transformer influences.

"This makes the fifteenth droid mutilated this week." A sigh escaped the aging professor Sumdac as he over looked the damage done to one of many of his mechanical marvels. Beside him, quite possibly his only company in the lab, focussed on the mess strewn about the work bench. With oculus dilating, the dismembered structure calculated what could be, was.

"Perhaps.. humans are rebelling against a robotic empire." Of course; he knew this not true. As much as he loathed this particular human he was forced to share the same space with and the current condition he was in, he knew exactly what had caused the acidic meltdown to the chest cavity of the tiny insignificant droid. He had seen it many times in his past.

"But the only one capable of producing such acidic resin is Meltdown. Yet he's currently incarcerated."

"Atleast.. it's droids and not.. humans.. that are getting this treatment." Megatron objected, faltering between his deceitful lies as he kept his cold charade up.

"Yes, there is a bright side of things." Sumdac mused solemnly as he went to work salvaging what he could of the droid.



"So, did you get it?" Bumblebee awaited anxiously as Bj arrived.

"Right here dude." Bj said as he swiftly pulled a movie case out of his backpack, exposing the front cover to both Bumblebee and Bulkhead.

"Uncut even! Suh-weet." Bee exclaimed.

"And the last one the rental store had dude." Bj stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't get it. What's so great about 'horror' movies?" Bulkhead asked as he scratched his head in confusion while 'Bee took the case in his palms and anticipatingly inserted it into their home theater system.

"Besides roller coasters, and haunted houses, and big game hunting.. it's how we humans look for cheap thrills big dude." Bj explained as they joined 'bee infront of the large plasma screen.

"So, where are the rest of the dudes anyways? They're gunna miss movie night." Bj glanced towards his yellow compadre.

"Prime and Prowl got sucked into investigating the recent droid mutilations by Ratchet. I think he's losing his screws. He keeps saying there's "Something bad gunna go down"." Bumblebee said, imitating the aging autobot and verifying his fears of the current activities in the city.

"Yea, it's been seen before on Cybertron. Nothing new." Bulkhead agreed.



"I think this obsession is getting a little out of hand Ratchet." Prime objected as the three patrolled the city streets.

"Yes, perhaps the heat is effecting your processor." Prowl bemused as the evening rolled on.

"You two sparklings haven't been around as long as I have. You wouldn't understand unless it leaped out and bit you in the chassis." Ratchet grumbled.

"Clarify us on this "What" so we can keep our eyes out for it tomorrow." Prowl demanded. As much as he had been patient during the entire excursion, he was starting to wear thin with Ratchet's recent obsession.

"Prowl's right. What ever it is can wait till tomorrow." Optimus spoke, only to be stopped as Ratchet paused. The sound of a human screaming came from ahead as he transformed, taking off for the source. Exchanging glances, Prime and Prowl followed.

"You're a jerk Jimmy!" A female stood over a teen who was flat on the ground, a hockey mask nestled atop his cranium as he looked up at her. A red mark was evident on his face.

"C'mon Rachel, don't tell me you can't handle a bit of fun." He grinned sheepishly as she walked off in a huff with the rest of the group of humans, Jimmy hot on their trail.

"See Ratchet? There's nothing to get over obsessed about." Prowl tried to reason with him as Ratchet sighed. He had thought for sure it was trouble that was lurking in the shadows.

"Alright.. Let's head back. We'll start fresh tomorow." He ordered as the trio pulled back, retreating back to the main streets.

In a nearby dark alley, a silent, tall figure lurked within the liquidity of the darkness. Hazed eyes pierced through the tinted glass of sunglasses as the slick being assimilated the three figures that disappeared in the distance. The corner of his lip curled up into a half grin as light bounced off of the corner of the sunglasses. He knew. This new world would certainly pertain to his needs. Perhaps.. he could even make a few scratch on the side.