THE FINAL BATTLE!
ILLUSIONS, ILLUSIONS EVERYWHERE!
â€œI must say, Dr. Arkeville, this new location for our operations is most impressive,â€ said Starscream, looking around at all the scientific equipment in the gigantic complex. â€œHowever did you manage to assemble such a collection of equipment in so short a time?â€
â€œAll the hard work, eheheheh, had already been done for me!â€ Dr. Arkeville grinned. â€œUntil a scant few days ago, this was a major base of operations for one of COBRAâ€™s scientific research division. G.I. Joe raided the place, but a quick hack of their servers ensured that the clean-up crew is delayedâ€¦ indefinitely!â€ The mad doctor cackled, obviously pleased with himself.
Starscream smirked. â€œHow ingenious of you, Doctor.â€
â€œIngeniousâ€¦ for a human,â€ sneered Megatron. â€œHave you been working on the device that we designed? You shouldnâ€™t be patting yourself on the back until after
it is completed.â€
â€œOh, not to worry, great Megatron,â€ said Arkeville. â€œIâ€™ve almost completed the final adjustments,â€ he gestured over to the Constructions. â€œWith their help, it should be a matter of minutes before itâ€™s fully operational.â€
Megatron gestured to the Constructions â€œGet the machine finished! Once weâ€™ve got it working, our victory over the Autobots will be ensur--â€œ The Decepticon leaderâ€™s sentence is cut short by the crash of debris as part of the complex roof collapses! The unfortunate Bombshell
is instantly crushed under the massive amount of concrete and steel.
Like a torrent of rain, the Autobot forces pour into the complex from the hole in the roof! And leading the charge is none other than Optimus Prime!
â€œMegatron!â€ Prime declares. â€œYour reign of terror ends here, once and for all!â€ The Autobot Commander fires a mighty salvo from his gun, blowing Dragstrip
into scrap metal.
â€œI doubt it, Prime!â€ Megatron says, laughing as two Autobots, Cosmos and Brawn, run at him, weapons blazing. Their fire just bounces off the Decepticonâ€™s heavy plating, and with a single blast from his arm cannon, Megatron vaporizes Cosmos
â€œYou slagging piece of scrap!â€ Brawn shouts, charging Megatron in a blind fury. â€œIâ€™ll tear you apart with my bare hands!â€
â€œThatâ€™s my line,â€ retorts Megatron, picking up Brawn
and ripping him limb from limb. He tosses the pieces over his head and shouts out an order to his troops. â€œCombaticons! Combine into Bruticus and crush these puny Autobots!â€
â€œTwo can play at that game, Megatron!â€ shouts Silverbolt, combining with the rest of the Arialbots to form Superion. The two gestalt titans begin to clash, shaking the entire building with their blows.
The rest of the combatants find themselves struggling to stay on their feet as the force of the combinerâ€™s battle hits them. â€œTheyâ€™re going to bring this whole place down if they keep it up!â€ shouts Prowl, firing at Breakdown
and scoring a fatal blow to his central processors.
â€œSuperion, take the fight outside!â€ orders Prime.
â€œHeâ€™sâ€¦ too powerfulâ€¦ I canâ€™t get him off-balance!â€ Superion grimaces as he tries to counter the other gestaltâ€™s superior strength.
â€œThen let me help!â€ Grimlock leaps at Bruticus, carving a huge gash in his right leg. Bruticus wavers, off-balance, and Superion lashes out, knocking it clean off! The limb smashes into a wall, crushing Wildrider
, who were too busy fighting to see the limb hurtling towards them.
â€Letâ€™s dance where thereâ€™s more room!â€ Superion grins, grabbing hold of Bruticus and blasting off through the gaping hole in the roof. The sound of the two combiners fighting fades as they fly far away.
â€œDamn it!â€ Megatron grimaces, seeing that the battle has begin to turn against him. â€œIs the device ready?!â€
â€œItâ€™s finished!â€ shouts Scrapper, pulling out his weapon and blasting a huge hole in Hardhead
. â€œThe doctor can activate it at any time!â€
â€œThen do it!â€
Dr. Arkevilleâ€™s fingers dance furiously over the keyboard of the device. â€œItâ€™ll be active in just a few seconds!â€
â€I donâ€™t think so, pal!â€ Bumblebee says, aiming his blaster.
â€œBumblebee, wait!â€ shouts Optimus Prime. â€œWe donâ€™t know what will happen if you destroy the machine!â€
But those words are spoken too late, as the small yellow Autobot has already fired his blaster! The device hums ominously before the weapon fire hits it, causing it to explode!
A flash of white light fills the optics of all the Transformers present, and the sound of static overloads their audio receptors, knocking everyone present off-lineâ€¦
Optimus Prime slowly sat up. â€œUrghâ€¦ what happened?â€ He raised his hand to his head, his processors still aching from the sensory overload.
â€œIt appearsâ€¦â€ said a familiar voice. â€œThat the doctorâ€™s device worked.â€
Prime reached for his gun. â€œMegatron!â€
Megatron raised his hands, looking frightened. â€œWait! Iâ€™m not Megatron! Honest!â€
Prime narrowed his optics. â€œWhat are you talking about?â€
Megatron lowered his hands. â€œObviously, you arenâ€™t the real Megatron either.â€
â€What are you talking about?â€ repeated Prime, confused.
â€œLook around you, â€˜bot,â€ said the Megatron look-alike, gesturing.
Prime looked at the rest of the Transformers there, and was shocked to discover thatâ€¦ each and every one of them looked just like Megatron!
â€œWhatâ€¦ is this?â€
The Megatron look-alike shrugged. â€œNear as I can figure, the device Dr. Arkeville was working on would have fooled the Autobots into thinking that their team mates were all Megatron!â€
Prime looked down at his own hands and, to his surprise and chagrin, he looked like Megatron even to himself! His voice still sounded normal, but he guessed that to everyone elseâ€¦ it sounded like the distinct gravelly tone of the Decepticon leader.
â€Well, we have to reverse this at once, so we can stop the real Megatron and his Decepticons!â€
Another Megatron look-alike walked over and shook his head. â€œIâ€™m afraid it wonâ€™t be that easy, whoever you are. Dr. Arkevilleâ€¦ Iâ€™m afraid he didnâ€™t survive the explosion.â€
â€Well, we canâ€™t just start shooting each other. I thinkâ€¦ weâ€™re going to have to go about this with words, not weapons.â€
A short time later, all the Transformers had been revived, and had been informed about the situation.
â€œWeâ€™re going to assign everyone pseudonyms to use until we can figure out who is really who.â€ said the newly-christened B:L.
â€œAnd how do you propose we figure out who is on which side?â€ Blankspace asked.
â€œWell, since we canâ€™t just shoot each other willy-nilly...â€ Frosteey grimaced. â€œI guess itâ€™s going to have to be up to a popular vote.â€
â€œWhat?! Thatâ€™s ridiculous!â€ shouted Squashua.
â€œDo you have a better idea?â€ said visiblehowl.
â€œThen voting it is.â€