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CRISIS COLLISION PT. 1: WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE “Gotta move gotta move gotta move gotta move gotta move gotta move gotta move-” That was the thought he kept thinking to himself as he raced across the street, dodging every single car that was in front of him. He had to get back with the package intact, otherwise it would be the end of everything! Everything! But it was okay, he could still make it; he was only 500 miles out…400 miles out…300…200…100… He slid to a halt at his destination, kicking up dust that made one person cough incessantly, and once it had cleared, he withdrew his face visor, and looked up to see… …oh boy… “Fast food again, Benjamin?” Benjamin Kirby Tennyson, often known as just “Ben,” currently in the form of the blue and black, stripped, wheel-footed, dinosaur-esque alien he called “XLR8,” was staring up at his Grandpa Max, who was standing down right back at him, arms crossed

STORY It’s been a month since Destroy All Aliens, and Ben Tennyson, his cousin Gwen, and their grandfather Max are off on another Summer of alien fighting adventures. But of course, that adventure always manages to find them…and not always in the best way. On another plane of existence, the evil scientist, Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik, fed up with his opposite number, Sonic the Hedgehog, foiling him at every turn, has taken inspiration with his latest failure with his dimensional double, Eggman Nega, and has stollen the omni-powerful Chaos and Master Emeralds, all to escape to an alternate dimension with no heroes to stop him. Of course Team Sonic are all for stopping him…but that’s when things go bombastically wrong. In the scuffle, the power of the Emeralds unintentionally rips the fabric of space, sending Eggman, Sonic, Miles “Tails” Prower, Knuckles the Echidna, and a number of others out of their world, and right into Ben’s. To make things worse, it’s sending both universes on a

Strella didn’t know if freefalling and skydiving were Cybertronian activities, and frankly, she didn’t want to know. All she knew for sure was: she was NEVER going to take up the hobby after this. Especially while confined in a metallic container without any flying capabilities whatsoever, sentient or not. Speaking of… Miko and Spyke were grasping onto each other, screaming their heads off, Kryo had all but vicegripped onto his sister, and Raf onto Jack, while Sector was spinning his head and shrieking like only an astromech like him could. So, yeah. Utter chaos. “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE! WE! ARE! ALL! GOING! TO! DIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!” Spyke was screaming at the top of his lungs. “NOW what do we do, genius?!” snapped Arcee. “If the ‘cons don’t snuff us out, this crash landing will!” “Not if we make contact with the base!” Leo responded. Optimus nodded, and made patched into his comm. “Ratchet! Ratchet! Can you hear me, old friend?” “Loud and clear!” Ratchet responded.

… … … … “…o…” “…o…ee…” “…mo…reen…an y…ar me…” “Smo…eeen…” “IN THE NAME OF PRIMUS SMOKESCREEN, WAKE UP, FRAG YOU!!!” At that yell, Smokescreen snapped back awake, shoving Ratchet aside, and aiming his cannons this way, and that, and back again, clearly dazed, trying to get back onto his feet. He stumbled, only for the hefty, crimson arm of Optimus to scoop in and hold him steady. He set him back down onto the ground, rubbing the Rookie’s back as he did so. “Steady, young Autobot. Steady.” He cautioned. “It would seem you and Bumblebee took on some serious beatings.” “B…Bee…?” Mumbled Smokescreen, getting his thoughts back together. He looked around, gathering his barings on where he was now: he was still in the area of the desert roadway, though it seemed as though he had been moved to a different location. Surrounding him, were Ratchet, Prime, Arcee, and Bulkhead, and to his left, was Bumblebee, who was also just coming back online, along with the humans… …save for

Needless to say, Samson “Spyke” Witwicky has had a rough night: first, his father, for who knows whatever reason, had ditched him on the front steps of the school building for hours, before he doubled back to pick the poor boy up, then, while he and Kryo were working on their homework, he tried asking him about what happened, but the poor kid just wound up babbling in the end, unable to think of a cohesive story. And now Strella was telling him their new friend, Miko, had randomly decided to take Kryo on a joyride on Jack’s motorbike, so they all charged off to chase after them. Now, Spyke had to admit, it was a pretty good explanation, as even though they just met, Miko did seem like the kind of girl who would do that…but then again, he was also the kind of alien obsessed weirdo who could smell a fabrication a mile away, if not the other side of Earth. If nothing else, the guy was persistent, and if there was one thing he hounded after more than aliens, it was the truth. He’d find

Msitooine. A forest planet from the Outer Rim. So peaceful, so happy… …so utterly and irreversibly ruined. The speeder blitzed through the clearing towards the expansive sea of trees, with the others right on their tails. Azante swerved, zigged, zagged, and everything in between across the trunks, while the clones, the soldiers, the people who the Jedi had come to trust, were now hunting them down like Gamorians for the slaughter. “Padavan!” said Azante, in his thick Nelvaanian accent. “Vhat is happening?! Vhy are the clones attacking us?!” “It’s Palpatine!” she said. “He’s the one who ordered them to! Something called: ‘Order 66!’” “Wait…Palpatine?! As in Supreme Chancellor Palpatine?!” Izo yelled. “But…but he’s the galaxy’s biggest advocate for peace! W-Why would he do something like this?!” That’s when it hit Azante. “The Dark Side…” “Master?” “Just before the clones started their attack, I felt a massive influx of the Dark Side of the Force. It vas as if, its maw opened for