Battle of the Somme

The two Autobots and the four Decepticons stared at one another, all six ready to take the first shot, but none willing to pull the trigger. They were shrouded in smoke for the time being, but after a few minutes, if that even, their true forms would be revealed to these natives. Bee and Scorcher kept their weapons aimed a the Decepticons in German armor, as the four of them aimed their weapons at the two Autobots. By all means, the four cons could have easily overpowered the two, but these were two named Autobots, which meant that they were strong. Scorcher had worked for the Decepticons, so his name was well known amongst them, as was his prowess. All four were hesitant to attack as they did not want to fail in their mission. They wanted one of them to make it out of this situation alive.

"Well, come on, ya cons. Show me what ya got!" Scorcher yelled to them, firing both his revolvers at the two largest ones. One of the shots created a clean hole in one of the cons, reducing their numbers to three, while the other shot simply grazed the con's face, shards of metal flying back towards the German line. The three broke into action, their foot steps booming along with the battlefield, blending in with the other tank's cannon fire and the artillery's bombardment. The small tremors each step made was associated with the aftershock of an artillery shell decimating a section of trench. None of the humans of Earth knew that within the large cloud of smoke, five aliens from another world were fighting a completely different war, yet a war all to familiar to their own.

The large Decepticon winced as the shot grazed him, staggering as he moved forward, approaching Scorcher. His weapon fired, and a volley of tank shot burst from the barrel, narrowly missing Scorcher's body. The leader of the Wardens dodged the shots, hearing the cries of the British behind him as their line took the damage. He winced, knowing that those people died a painful death, or would suffer after being hit with those shells. Scorcher made sure to move his body so that any stray shells would go into No Man's Land, moving himself so that the British line was not behind him.

Bee did the same, running in the opposite direction, the two smaller cons focusing in the small Autobot scout. The two cons opened fire, their weapons more akin to their own world, firing bolts of super hot plasma towards their target, their missed shots hitting trees and random debris, setting the battlefield alight. Bee raised his own weapon, the circular rings spinning as his weapon prepared to fire. A ball of energy was shot out, hitting one of the cons in the arm, removing the limb. The injured con yelled, falling to a knee. Looking to the other light Decepticon, he urged him to retreat. "Go, get out of here! Tell Razorclaw that there are Autobots on the planet!" The con replied, holstering its weapon and running, transforming into a jeep as it left the smoke screen, driving madly past the German line, with no regards to any "ally" soldier in his way.

Scorcher's skirmish with the larger con had dissolved into a brawl, the two Cybertronians throwing fists at one another. "Bee! Go get that one! I'll handle these two!" He said while pinning the larger con, causing a tremor that shook the battlefield. Bee nodded, firing another shot at the wounded con, ending its life, and quickly taking the shape of a jeep as well, his treads and turret melting into his new form as he drove through the German line, making sure to avoid the humans.

"Heh, that yellow piston head won't be able to catch him. He's one of the best scouts Megatron sent to this planet!" The Decepticon groaned, struggling against Scorcher's grip. Scorcher twisted his foe's arm, ripping it off and tossing it into the mud.

"I'll ask this one and only once..." Scorcher growled, pulling out a revolver and placing it against his captor's head. "...Why are you Decepticons here?"

"He he he..." The con simply laughed as mud began to seep into the creases of his metal face, his large head sinking into the wet earth, "Well, same reason you're here, sell sword. For the shard of Cybertron's core. The All Spark. Even though Razorclaw and his crew were sent here ages ago, they could only fight with those blasted Dino fr-" Scorcher didn't allow the con to finish, his head exploding into shrapnel as his revolver let loose a shot. He and Bee, as well as two theirs were teleported here since this was the world the shard of the Core, or the "All Spark" was supposed to go, yet they haven't found it nor Sentinel Prime since they landed.

Scorcher looked up, seeing that his cover was soon to evaporate. Quickly, he got to work hiding the evidence that an other worldly fight had occurred. He forced the corpses of the three cons to transform into their vehicular state, leaving them as damaged wrecks from a tank battle. He then absorbed the dismembered limbs into his own body, growing slightly thicker than before. He stood tall as his body grew, but he realized the top of his head was exposed, and he knew that if he wasn't quick, someone may see him.

Unfortunately, the sergeant he had spoken to had watched the whole battle, seeing shapes of large humanoid figures in the smoke, and now, seeing the red top of a head, he almost passed out, but watched as the head fell back into the dissipating smoke and revealing William's Mark 1 tank, battle damaged from, presumably, shells bouncing off the armor. The British cheered as their tank emerged victorious against three German tanks, cheering as the vehicle began pushing forwards, firing upon the Germans who were firing back. Scorcher needed to regroup with Bee and tell him what he learned.

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The two jeeps drove through the fields behind the battlefield, stray shells littering the green plain. The Decepticon tried his best to drive faster, his wheels turning the grass into dirt and sending the foliage into the air. Bumble Bee kept on his tail, avoiding the holes. He was gaining on the con, and the other jeep tried to swerve away to lose Bumble Bee, only to drive straight into one of the shell craters, hitting the wall of the crater hard. The jeep fell into the pit, with smoke rising from the hood. Bee drove to the edge of the crater, watching as the Decepticon unfolded and lay in the crater in his true form. His head was dented into an unusual shape, and smoke rose from his chest. Bee transformed as well, sliding down into the crater and next to his Cybertronian brother. The Con weakly raised a weapon, but it fell from his hand, the robot coughing up fluids. Bee, seeing no point in threatening his dying kinsmen, knelt down next to the con.

"Give me all the intel you have and I'll end your suffering." The con, who's lights began to flicker as sparks flashed across his body, nodded, producing a chip in his hand. Bee took the chip,, pushing it into a cavity in his body. He then pulled out his weapon and took aim. "Dirt Runner, may you find peace in Primus' embrace." His weapon fired after that quick farewell, a hole created in the Decepticon's chest. The Cybertronian yelped in pain, then quickly died as all the lights shut off. Bee sighed, putting his weapon away and climbing out if the ditch. Once he reached the edge, he hopped out quickly, transforming into the jeep once more as he landed next to the edge. He then slowly began to bury the Decepticon, covering the crater which would now be his resting place.

He heard a tank rolling up behind him, knowing that only one tank would follow him here. "Scorcher, it appears that for the past one hundred and fifty Cybertronian years, Megatron has been sending scouts out to find the shard of the Core. Apparently, the first Decepticons to arrive on this planet came here during an age known as the R-" Bee stopped moving, which made Scorcher worry for a moment. "...The Ramen Empire?"

One of Scorcher's turrets swung at Bee, smacking the jeep. "It's pronounced Roman, you bit brain. How is it we've been here for five years and you still can't say some of the stuff humans say?"

Bee honked as Scorcher, revving his engine. "Probably because I'm too busy looking for good hiding spots. Thee humans are all over the planet. Anyway, the first Decepticons arrived during the Ra- Roman empire and took the forms of wild beasts, becoming mythical legends to the region. Apparently the Roman capital was Rome, in a country known today as Italy."

"Alright, so now we know where their head quarters are. Any intel about something called Dino bots?" Scorcher asked, helping bury the Cybertronian.

"It'll take some looking. In the meantime, I suggest we continue to hide with the British."

"Good idea. We still have no clue where Cliff and Barrage are, and we've been traveling for some time. Hopefully they're on this continent." Scorcher turned, seeing how the German trench was now waving the British flag. "Come on, let's regroup with our cover, and switch back to the tank. That would look suspicious if you followed me as anything else."

The two began to head back to the British, leaving the grave of the Cybertronian in the grassy field. This battle was brutal, but it was not the last in this so called "Great War".

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Somewhere in Africa

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The dunes in the Sahara were undisturbed, the waves of sand resting peacefully making a vast desert. The occasional gust of wind would moved the dunes slightly, shifting the sands around.

One gust of wind came by and removed some sand from an oddly shaped dune, exposing the solid surface underneath. If anyone was in the vast desert wasteland to see, they would see a metallic maw had been exposed, the metal reflecting the sun's beams. One of the things on this strange metal surface was a symbol

A symbol the color of blood.