What a Spring Break this would be indeed. Barely pass noon of the first day free from school, Jack Miko, and Rafael had already found themselves in the hands of the Decepticons. More correctly, they now stand on Megatron's cupped servos, the large former gladiator curling his claws around them in a protective shield preventing a hard twenty plus foot drop to the metal floor of the Nemesis. But, for the first time, the small organics were grateful to be surrounded by the Decepticon army, their only protectors in this bizarre world that mirrors their own.
Decepticons here have concerned blue eyes and wish for the protection of the human race that inhabits Earth. While the Autobot's eyes glow a vicious red seeking the destruction of the human race, and those who survive would be put to work as slaves. There was speculation of separate dimensions, even before the war that destroyed Cybertron, many mused over the idea. But not until this faithful morning did they have any proof.