Transformers: Equestria Bots

Transformers: Equestria Bots

Prologue: An Interdimensional Raider in Princess Twilight’s Court

“My crown! She’s got my crown!”

“Sorry it had to be this way… Princess!”

“Sunset Shimmer, a former student of mine.”

“This mirror is a gateway that opens once, every thirty moons.”

“She’s goin’, we’re goin’ with her!”

“Sending all of you could disrupt the balance of this alternate world, causing chaos that would make it impossible for Princess Twilight to return.”

“You must go at once.”

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A small asteroid struck the Earth. Out of the crater, a towering metal figure climbed out. It twitched its wings, and eyes glowed a bright blue as it observed its surroundings. It stood up in a forest near a parking lot. It backed behind the building, taking in the view of all the cars. At last, its vision settled on a yellow Chevrolet Camaro with black racing stripes.

Taking in the sight of the vehicle, its eyes glowed brighter, and a beam shot out from each eye, enveloping the vehicle. The being then shifted into an exact replica of the yellow muscle car, and it rolled away. It began tracking the nearest, most powerful source of energy it could sense. In its mind, it recalled its orders...

“Locate the Allspark. You must find it before the Decepticons do. Without it, we will never be able to return home. And, if you get caught, if the Decepticons find you, or… if you find him… send us a signal. We will come to your aid. Good luck, my friend.”

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A girl in her late teens stood in front of a statue of a proud horse rearing up on its hind legs. She wore a sleeveless white shirt and a green skirt with three butterflies on it, and she was holding out a piece of paper with a picture of her surrounded by small and adorable animals. Several more copies were securely tucked underneath her arm.

“Canterlot Animal Shelter needs more volunteers. Won’t  you help an animal that can’t help itself?” she said, barely above a whisper.

None of the teenagers passing by even took notice of her. At the sight of so many people simply ignoring her pleas for help, she sighed, leaning back against the statue, and slid to the ground, dropping the fliers and hugging her knees. She began to lightly sob, when suddenly she was hit with something that made a loud SMACK against her head.

“Ow!” she exclaimed, rubbing the back of her head where it hit her. She picked up the object that hit her, and held it to her eye level. “The crown for the Princess of the Fall Formal?” she wondered aloud. “How did that get there? Oh well, I’d better return it to Principle Celestia before she gets too worried about it.” With that, she took off, not noticing as a girl with fiery red and orange hair, clad in a tough looking leather jacket, a pink shirt with a sun on it, an orange skirt, and leather boots leaped out of the pedestal the horse statue stood upon.

“What?! Where’d it go?!” she questioned. After all her hard work, from observing the return of the Elements, to months of planning and finally relieving it of the so-called ‘princess’ that replaced her, all of it had been for nothing! She then turned to a nearby student, a boy that looked a few years younger than her, clad in yellow and black running shoes, black jeans, an unbuttoned short-sleeved yellow shirt over a sleeveless black undershirt, and a yellow ball cap decorated with two black stripes and a strange red face in the front center. “You, there!” she demanded. “Did you see someone pick up a crown?!”

The boy blinked at her, taken aback by her attitude, before nodding and pointing in the direction the pink haired girl had run off to.

“She’s going to ruin everything!” hissed the fiery redheaded girl, before taking off after her unsuspecting peer. The boy watched her, blinking, and suddenly burst into a quick coughing fit, seeming to flicker in and out of existence as It happened. He glanced around nervously, then breathed a sigh of relief when no one did. He clenched his hand around his fake I.D. and expertly forged papers, before turning to his true body, the yellow muscle car with black stripes that sat outside the school. He had his mission, but this fiery haired girl and the portal she jumped out of may have complicated things. One thing was for sure. Optimus Prime had to know about this, and the Decepticons could never be allowed to know…