The X Factor
(or The Transformers vs. The X-Men)
Well, here it is -- the crossover you never thought you'd see!
Come to think of it, there ARE some stranger ones out there....
Anyway, this was actually my first fanfic, which I began last
year but put it aside in favor of others, and now I am resurrecting
it. Any comments, flames, and other communication will be appreciated.
I don't bite -- I only nibble a bit. :)
Disclaimer time (collective groan): The Transformers are owned
by Hasbro and various other companies (namely, not me). The X-Men
are owned by Marvel and probably some other companies too (also
not me). Other than Phantom, who is my creation, somebody else
holds the rights to these characters. (Whew! Glad that's over!)
"Just when I thought I'd seen everything," grumbled
Wolverine as he scowled at the newspaper's front page. "'GIANT
ROBOTS ATTACK NUCLEAR POWER PLANT'. And I thought the Sentinels
were bad news!"
"I thought you didn't read The Enquirer," Cyclops commented,
his voice slightly muffled. He withdrew his head from the refrigerator,
a carton of orange juice in his hand.
"Giant robots? Give me a break," Jubilee groaned.
"That reporter's becoming as loony as the nuts he writes
about. Hey, can I have the funnies?"
"Let me see that," said Phantom. Wolverine handed
her the newspaper. She brushed back her long black hair as she
skimmed the article. "If this attack on the power plant
is genuine, we could have a problem on our hands."
"Problème?" inquired a thick Cajun accent. "Mais
mademoiselle, there can be no problem when Gambit is around.
Bonjour, mes amis."
"Bonjour, Gambit," Phantom replied. "Comment
allez-vous? Ca va?"
"Ah, comme-ci comme-ca, chere. Can't complain. What's
this about a problem?"
"Somebody's been sniffin' news ink too long," growled
Phantom held out the newspaper. "Look at this, Gambit.
I may have just joined the X-Men, but I've seen my share of weird
things. I don't think we should dismiss this so easily."
"Can't I at least finish my Wheaties before I save the world?"
//Professor//, Phantom called out telepathically. //I
think you should come look at this.//
//On my way, Phantom//, Professor Xavier replied, using his
own telepathic powers.
Several minutes later, the Professor glided in on his yellow
hoverchair. Cyclops addressed him. "Good morning, Professor.
Would you like some orange juice?" He held out the container.
"No thanks, Scott." Cyclops shrugged as he drained
his glass. The Professor smiled. "It is nice to have a peaceful
breakfast for once, though. What did you want to show me, Laurie?"
"I'm worried about this." Phantom pointed out the
bold-faced article on the newspaper's front page. "Giant
robots aren't the usual headline material."
"Hmm," the Professor murmured as he glanced over the
article. "They obviously aren't Sentinels. I wonder --
could the government create such robots? Judging from this picture,
each robot is different. The Sentinels are invariably the same
and are made from the same mold. No, I don't think that this
has anything to do with the Sentinels. I'm glad you brought this
to my attention, Phantom."
Wolverine snorted. "Don't tell me you're falling for some
pathetic journalist's attempt to win a Pulitzer."
The Professor reached for the stack of waffles in the center
of the table. "Wolverine, I've learned to never dismiss
anything that seems unusual, or even impossible. You -- in fact,
all of us at this table -- are living proof that the impossible
Phantom grinned. "Maybe the rest of the world fears and
hates us, but I enjoy being different. It must be horribly boring
to be normal."
"I imagine so," the Professor chuckled. "Anyway,
we cannot afford to dismiss anything that seems impossible, for
we know that nothing is truly impossible."
"I can use Cerebro to find out more about these robots,"
Professor Xavier nodded at her. "Thank you, Phantom. We
need to find out whatever we can. Jean can lend a hand if you
* * * * *
"I'm worried, Prowl," stated the Autobot leader. "The
Decepticons' attacks have gotten more aggressive in their quest
"Don't worry about it, Prime. I'm already thinking of strategical
moves to make against the Decepticons."
"But that's not my main concern, Prowl. As leader of the
Autobots, it is my duty to protect the beings of this planet.
In a way, it is my fault that the Decepticons are on Earth."
Optimus Prime looked distressed. "If I hadn't ordered the
Autobots to take the Ark, our largest spaceship, and search for
energy, we never would have crashed on this planet."
Prowl spoke patiently, attempting to reassure his leader. "You
know that it's not your fault, Optimus. We were desperately low
on energy, and the Decepticons were planning to use their energy
to take control of the entire universe! We had to search for
energy to put a halt to their conquest of Cybertron. Also, we
never would have had to crash-land on this planet in the first
place if the Decepticons hadn't attacked us in space."
Prime spoke thoughtfully. "Perhaps you're right, Prowl.
You know that you are my most trusted advisor. But I can't help
feeling responsible for the destruction of the Earthlings' property,
not to mention the injuries that they have suffered at the hands
of the Decepticons. What's worse, I had hoped to conceal our
presence on this planet. That is one of the reasons why we can
transform and hide our true nature from the beings that habitate
this world. The Decepticons have now made our concealment impossible.
I fear that our presence alone will cause panic."
"It is true that the Decepticons will cause untold damage
to this world, unless we stop them," agreed Prowl. "We
have no choice but to expose ourselves to stop them."
"If only there were some other way," Prime mused.
"If only there were a way to win the humans' trust. If only
they could learn to trust us, instead of fearing us. We could
do much as allies."
Prowl shook his head. "That would take a lot of work, Optimus.
I don't know if we can ever forge an alliance with the humans.
Our efforts would be better spent on stopping the Decepticons
from draining this world of its energy. I'm going to double-check
the Ark's security defenses. I suggest you focus your thoughts
on stopping the Decepticon menace."
Prime watched as his advisor left the room, then let his head
droop slightly. If only there were a way to stop the Decepticons
from destroying this planet, as they had done to the Transformers'
beloved planet of Cybertron. He felt the burden of responsibility
bearing down on him heavily.
* * * * *
"Amazing," murmured Phantom.
"What have you found?" Jean asked.
Phantom sat up straight in her chair, removing the helmet that
had connected her to Cerebro, the incredibly powerful super-computer
that used telepathy to function. Jean Grey was usually the one
to use Cerebros, aside from Professor X, but the Professor had
decided that his new pupil would benefit from learning how to
interact with Cerebro.
"I think," Phantom said slowly, "that we should
call a meeting. This information needs to be shared with everyone."
//Professor//, she thought. //I believe that all of the
X-Men need to hear my findings.//
//Agreed//, replied the Professor. //X-Men, there will
be a meeting held in the War Room in five minutes. Your attendance
Exactly five minutes later, the entire X-Men Gold and Blue teams
were seated in the War Room. It was a rather tight fit, and Storm,
who had claustrophobia, was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable.
Her discomfort was forgotten, however, when the Professor cleared
"Thank you for your attendance, my X-Men. I am aware that
this meeting has been called on short notice, but we have encountered
a problem that may require our special talents. Phantom, please
enlighten us to what you have discovered."
Phantom calmly surveyed her teammates as she spoke. "There
have been reports of large robots attacking areas all over America.
I am aware of the Sentinels' existence, but clearly this is not
their work. From what I was able to observe with Cerebro, the
government is at a loss to explain their presence. Also, it seems
that the military lacks the power to stop these robots. I did
notice a pattern within their attacks. These robots have targeted
energy facilities for their raids. I am certain that this is
an important clue to their motives. As of yet, I have been unable
to determine what they plan to do with their stolen energy, but
I'm sure that it can't be anything good."
"You mean that these gigantic metal monsters actually exist?
Bummer!" exclaimed Jubilee.
The Professor addressed his pupils once again. "These strange
beings pose a threat to the continent, and possibly the entire
world. The military is obviously ill-prepared to deal with this
menace. The attack on the power plant alone has caused millions
of dollars of damage, thirty-eight injuries, and seven fatalities.
This time, humans and mutants alike are threatened. I know that
the world is not ready to accept mutants, and that we are both
hated and feared for our abilities. But there is no telling what
these robots may do. We must put a stop to these energy raids
as soon as possible!"
"But sir," Cyclops spoke up, "how will we know
where they will strike next?"
"I have programmed Cerebro to search for any unusual activity
across the United States. If these robots attempt another attack,
we will know about it at once."
With those words, alarms began to sound. The dull monotone of
Cerebro reported, "Activity of large robots reported at Bowley
Dam in northern Oregon."
"These guys work fast," drawled Rogue with a thick
Southern accent. "We'll just have to teach these fellas
some good old-fashioned manners!"
Professor X ordered, "X-Men, take the Blackbird and stop
these robots before they cause untold damage. Good luck!"
"We won't let you down, Professor!" Cyclops vowed.
end of Chapter One
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