Forward: Set in Post-Dreamwave: The War Within – Age of Wrath. This comic ends with Ultra Magnus and others being captured by the Decepticons. I've taken the liberty of adding some Decepticon combiners from G1, though I don't see them in the comic issues I have. But it makes sense that they'd be somewhere on Cybertron.

Yellow Jacket and Wasp are characters who began in my Next Generation. They are FA-18 Super Hornets. Armada Starscream's daughters. Being FA-18's, they are smaller and more maneuverable fighter/bombers than the F-15's. So they stand a head shorter in robot mode than the G1 Seekers would be, but have stronger airframes to handle a heavier missile load. In robot mode, the missiles would be carried along their wings on their backs.

At the start of this story, they are living in post-war Armada, where the Decepticons and Autobots are united.

These two dimensional realities are soon to come together.

Off Course

"Sloggers, why do we get stuck with these long distance fetch missions." Yellow Jacket grumbled, as the con scientists handed her the gross of micro-explosives that Earth Mech Command had requested.

Her red twin shrugged her wings, as she loaded another gross of micro-explosives into her own cockpit. "Because we can get them there, and no one can stop us."

"Still sucks. I'm sick of long teleports and no action," the yellow femme bitched. Transforming, she grudgingly waited while they hooked the experimental missiles onto her pylons.

She heard a chuckle emanating from her sister, now also in jet mode. "Matron told me that she'd let us test these babies."

"I guess blowin' up asteroids is better than nothin'." Jacket replied, her tone brightening at the mere thought of creating a little destruction.

Wasp turned, taxiing toward the runway. "I heard that there's a big plasma storm brewing close to here."

"We'll teleport straight through the sloggin' thing."

"Yes, I guess in warp phase, we won't even notice it." Wasp noted.

"Nope," her twin agreed.

The twin FA-18's took off together, deciding to take two teleport jumps to get to their destination. Using tether lines, one would effectively 'pull' the other during the teleport, and then they'd switch for the second jump. This would conserve a lot of power. Wasp decided she'd pull during the first jump, knowing there'd be a little heavier drain getting them through the plasma storm. With Jacket hooked to the tether and following in her wake, they entered the cool plasma of warp phase.

Everything seemed normal, as the cool plasma caressed her wings. This travel between the bubbles of realities being the normal way of life for the two Seekers; then suddenly, the plasma flexed, the turbulence tossing them around like paper air planes. Wasp lost her coordinate lock, in panic she used her afterburners to try to stabilize them, to get them back on the right flight path.

"Jacket, we're lost! I've lost the path!" she yelled to her twin, the terror clear in her voice.

She heard cussing, with a fearful edge to it. "Sloggers! Cut your engines off! Maybe we'll drop outt've here!" Jacket yelled back at her.

She cut the power to her two plasma engines, praying it'd drop them out of warp phase.

As their velocity plummeted, they felt the sensation of penetrating the surface of the reality bubble below them, its warm plasma skin flowing over their fuselages as they sank through it, into the reality it contained. With sudden force, a gravitational pull caught them in its grasp, causing their noses to dive.

"Sloggers! I can't start my engines! I'm stalled, I'm stalled!" Wasp shrieked to Jacket.

"Hold on! I'm swingin' 'round!" Jacket gunned her idling plasma engines, her intakes flooding with the strange atmosphere they were in, quickly; she dampened the flow with her bleed air vents. Quickly rolling, she roared close over the top of her sister, the tether connecting them behind their cockpits, pulling taught as she positioned herself in the lead position, soon, the velocity surpassed the critical point, and the sisters leveled off, the lift now balancing with the drag.

"Can ya reflame?" she asked Wasp.

Wasp ran a system's check. The shock of the unexpected atmosphere had overloaded her circuits controlling her bleeder vents. "Vent's are locked open. We'll have to land to unjam the system."

"Well that blows," came the expected sarcastic comment.

As she was pulled along by Jacket, Wasp began to scan the planet's surface. It sure looked like a Mech planet, but none of her data banks matched up with it. "Looks like a Mech planet, but I can't I.D. it. We'd better be careful, might be hostile."

A ground-to-air missile just missed them. "Yep, I'd say their hostile! Jam the radar and I'll get us down!"

Wasp activated her jammer on full, as Jacket roared her afterburners on full – getting them out of the sector. Finding a clear area, with no signs of radar coverage, Jacket brought them in. In perfect synch, they performed a VTOL transform-and-land, the gravity causing their thrusters to sink into the rusted surface.

Scanning, Wasp looked over at a group of burnt out buildings, their skeletons rising forlornly in the distance. She could tell that they might give them the only cover, so the sisters turned and ran towards them. Getting to them and ducking within the unstable framework as a squadron of Seekers appeared in the distant sky. The sisters peaked out as the squadron flew overhead, noting the Decepticon insignias on the wings.

"Well, sloggers, looks like we're on some con planet. Maybe we could get some repairs here?" Jacket said hopefully.

Wasp held her back. "We're not on any known Mech planet, and it wasn't our reality bubble that we penetrated." She pulled her twin deeper into the rusted building, as another squadron flew overhead. "And from the automatic anti-aircraft missiles they went after us with, even with our Earth Command identifiers…"

"Ya don't think we're in Kansas anymore, huh?"

"Nope, and I think we've landed ourselves in the middle of a Mech war." Wasp sat down heavily, putting her arms around her knees and starring at Jacket with a forlorn expression. "And remember mom's stories about how every dimension she visited – seems to have the cons and bots at each other's throats?"

Jacket plopped herself down, understanding crossing her face. "Sloggers, if that's the case here, both sides will shoot our tails before we can even say hi." She motioned to the dual-insignias they both had on their wings.

A thoughtful expression crossed Wasp's face. "We've got to figure out whose dominant on this planet."

"An only show that insignia," understanding shown in her twin's face. "But that means we'll have to join this war, fight against the other side. Regardless of if we like it or not." She snorted in disgust. "Mom never did, she made her own way."

"Not in her home dimension, remember? She joined the cons, and then eventually brought the two groups back together."

"Sloggers, we're not near as smart and conniving as she is!" Jacket grumbled, knowing her mom did most of that through her quick thinking and masterful manipulation.

Wasp put her hand on her twin's leg. "Yep, but our sire was a Decepticon Second-in-Command, and our mom is the Earth Mech Commander. If anyone can survive and thrive in a Mech war."

"It's us." Jacket finished, looking steadily in the crimson optics of her twin.

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