[[Oki doki, here we go]]
The jet broke the atmosphere of the foreign planet, it's hooked wings splitting the very air as it nose dived towards earth. The rugged metal armor that protected the purple protoform was now engulfed by flame. As it dived at miles and miles per-hour, a very large airship came into view; the Nemesis. The Decepticon war ship only drew closer and closer as the jet dove, but it did now slow down nor show any signs of preparing to round the larger aircraft, it just ripped through the skies like a falcon would.
The menacing jet was no less than thirty feet from a large landing dock near the back of the ship, and it transformed. What landed on the ship was not the jet it was before.
The large being stood, revealing a broad plated chest and a cunning aged visage; it was Megatron.
His broad arms, the right carrying a large gun on it, hung by his sides as he began to walk towards the entrance of the aircraft, ready, after such a long trip, to resume his conquest of the universe with his legion of Decepticons.
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Wild Strike had powered down when his computer started to beep. Pretty spent after a day's work of driving back and forth for Ratchet. His optics opened and he sat up, alerted by the alarm his computer sounded-- it must have meant that one of his satellites picked up unusual activity in the earths atmosphere. The mech jumped off his berth and rushed to the computer, but whatever set off the alarm didnt have a visual signal.
He blinked curiously, what in the name of Primus?
He tapped the screen, as if that would do anything, "maybe its a glitch... tch, human technology isn't very stable," grumbled Wild Strike, turning off the alarm and walking out of his quarters, returning to the main room of the base. He yawned "I'll need some things to fix that up..."