The plague of magic wars transformers in this dimension is now dwindling; whether this be because of my prey, the elusive Vampire Prime, or because of their inherent insatiability, I know not. The entire batch of Magic Wars Undead triple changers I was created with were to be immortal; but now I am the only one left. the others were to unstable, bit off more than they could chew-I don’t care how immortal you are, you don’t attack Megatron- and so I am alone.

The magic wars Preds brought here by Dark Scene are spread throughout the universe, but even their numbers dwindle. It is like this dimension doesn’t like us and our magical heritage; we are unnatural and a cancer that must be removed.

Back to the log, though; The Atog are coming. The Atog are a group of Preds with atog beast modes, each controlling a different element. I have already faced Darkseed, the necratog, but the other four are coming. The Atog’s vessel is coming, carrying two prisoners severely wanted by Terrorform. And given my current appreciation for all Terrorform has done for us...

The first prisoner is what I would describe as Autobot scum. Outskirts, a racist Mini Autobot gone to far. Years ago he challenged the Autobot-Decepticon Alliance, now he has been rebuilt so many times this Bumblebee-style Autobot is more of a junk pile then a transformer. Despite this, his importance lies in his body, particularly the arm infected with the last of the Phalanx, a techno-organic virus that could consume the entire transformer race if given the chance. Terrorform wishes to harvest this virus to use against his enemies. I can’t let that happen.

The second captive is Firefly, a green and gray Rumble-style cassette terrorist. his loyalty to Soundwave, and by default, the original Megatron, makes him an enemy. His odd Alliance with outskirts has made him a famous criminal. The two have forged a friendship that goes against Outskirts’s basic programming, but one that may allow me to save the infected Autobot with less harm to my person.

These two are odd, but I may be able to use them, but first the Atog hunt.

I don’t know- I was not exactly the most sane transformer before my death and now that I am a mystical Decepticon, I may have lost all hold on my sanity. But in my doubt, I redouble my efforts and focus on my goals. One: Destroy Vampire Prime. Two: Eliminate my magical competition, and Three: Become the supreme power in the universe by stealing this universe’s rumored magic. Whether this is crazy or not, this is who I am until I find out the truth...and my destiny.

-excerpt from Harbinger’s personal log entry.

"We are coming in for landing, make sure everything is set!" said Atog, the Atog’s leader.

"All set boss," said the next closest creature, manning his station. "The landing pad is all set up, but there are no power signatures. I wonder where they all are?"

"Well, this is just the pit! I am picking up the energy signature of my primary target, that stinking vampire, and it seems like he wanted to be the first one here; well too darn bad. I’ve had my heart set on slagging the whole Atog force since they fragged my Love, the Undead known as Screamer." Harbinger whispered in his zombie mode, as he snuck up to the landing platform. The Atog vessel landed, alone in the night.

The door began to open and two transformers stepped out. One was Aura, the latest Atog, an auratog who fed on magic. Next to him was the Atog’s latest thug, Burrow a Predacon who changed into the menacing Aboroth, a giant dirt beast. "Where is everybody?" asked Burrow in his lumbering tone. Despite his crude voice, he was a formidable foe, both intellectually and physically.

"I sense a faint power signature moving north, follow me," said Aura, hinting at Vampire Prime’s ghost-like energy signature. He was specially designed to avoid sensors...unless he wanted to be found.

"Well, no time like the present," said Harbinger as soon as the two Predacons from the ship were out of sight. He transformed into his tank mode and aimed his two barrels at the now closed doors. They lasted less than a minute against his bombardment.

"Atog, communications are down! Are sensors can’t pinpoint anything, and we have no back-up! The is a huge hole in the side of the ship!" yelled Foratog, the female Predacon.

"Oh shut up!" said Atog as he hit the green female on her forehead. "Chronotog, can you freeze time so we can get a hold on the situation?"

"No prob..." began to say the blue atog until he was hit by a heavy laser blast, blowing the Atog to pieces.

"No time freezing, I am afraid!" said Harbinger as he transformed into his robot mode. "Now who want’s to tell me where your...cargo...is?"

"We aren’t telling you anything!" said Atog.

"Oh, yah!" Harbinger grabbed Atog by his thin atog neck and held a giant cannon up to his head. "Now lady, do you want to tell me where your two prisoners are before I blow off his head, or when I rip it from your database?"

"Fine, they are in the third cargo hold. The whole room has been changed into a giant cage."

"Turn off the computer defenses and shut down the force feilds, I want them free!" said the Undead transformer.

Foratog looked at Atog, still held at gun point. "Do it!" he said.

"OK, here it’s done," she said as she hit a few buttons on the computer console.

"Good!" said Harbinger as he pulled the trigger, blowing Atog’s head into a million fragments. "Good girl," he said as he turned the gun on her and shot her in the stomach. As she tried to transform, he hit her robot face and, with his hand stuck in the smaller robot’s face, pulled her head from her shoulders. "Well, now that that’s over," he said and went to the cargo bay. "You two, come with me..." he said.

Darkseed ran through the forest, followed by Riot. "He’s coming!" repeated the imp, trying to take flight, his wings still damaged from his first encounter moments ago with the vampire.

The two Predacons had been ready for the reinforcements of the Atogs, Earth’s transformers offered little protection from their enemies and so they called for help. Darkseed’s teammates were to come and save them. Now Vampire Prime, the deranged transmetal 2 magic wars clone, was chasing after them. He was ferocious.

"Aura, where are you?" asked Burrow, looking around. He saw a pair of glowing eyes in the bushes and went closer. Suddenly Vampire Prime jumped from the bushes and fired a pulse of energy at Burrow. The huge aboroth was engulfed in light and then transported to the magical dimension he came from.

"What have you done?" yelled Aura as he came running out of the woods. "Now you shall pay, I’ll consume your mystic soul!" shouted the auratog. He then came close to the vampire and engulfed him in a white light, seemingly draining the prime clone’s energy.

"Go right ahead," smiled the twisted transmetal 2. As Aura drained more of Vampire Prime’s energy, he began to twitch and suffer minor systems problems. as he continued to drain the tainted transmetal 2 energy from Vampire Prime, he himself began to twist, his form becoming more and more of a techno-organic mess, until he finally stopped and ceased to function, all his systems destroyed and molded into a pile of metallic goo.

"That’ll teach you to drain MY power!" said Vampire Prime. He then turned to finish what he had started; hunting down that black atog and the imp.

"We’re looking for Vampire Prime, transmetal 2 clone created by Terrorform to destroy all the magic wars characters in this universe," informed Harbinger, in tank mode.

Firefly sat on top of the transformer’s turrets. "Why do we want to hunt him down? I mean, why do we?" said the cassette, pointing at himself and Outskirts.

"You two are indebted to me. Besides, I am against Terrorform, and I hear you are too. You need me, I could use you. Any questions?" asked Harbinger.

"No sir," said Firefly.

"Besides, I can control my mystic outputs; if I choose to, you both are going to be malfunctioning so much, you’ll be lucky to reach the transformation status of an actionmaster. Be careful, though, it is a selective gift; as far as I know the only magic wars characters that can do this are the Undead, of whom I am the only one left. Get too close to the remaining Preds or to Prime and your toast," said Harbinger.

"Aargh!" shouted Riot as he was transported back to the magic wars dimension. Darkseed was leaning against a rock outcropping, trying to get her balance.

"Prime!" shouted Harbinger. The transmetal 2 turned his head, only to see Outskirts fly over him in his space ship mode and fire at his back. Harbinger opened fire on him as well, Firefly tossed several grenades at the vampire.

"Next time Undead!" yelled Prime as he took flight and knocked Outskirts to the ground.

"Youch!" said Outskirts, his injured arm reforming with the help of the "dormant" Phalanx infection.

"Necratog, you will help me capture Vampire Prime," Harbinger transformed and told the female necratog, the last surviving Atog.

"Why should I help you?" she asked.

"Because, I have you outnumbered...and because Vampire Prime just offed all four of your fellow Atogs and those other two Preds," he said, smiling while he lied.

"all right, but just to hunt down that clone. Then our alliance is over," she said.

"Great. Now let’s get your friend’s ship working; I need a working command center. Let’s go you two!" said Harbinger gesturing to the two former prisoners.

Well deceit and treachery do seem to be the Decepticon watch words. Three followers can only get in my way, but I may need cannon fodder later. Strange how things work out. A racist Autobot who probably hates my programming, a cassette Decepticon explosives expert, and the Predacon Darkseed, whom has been my enemy before. Is it possible for us all to get along on the bed of lies I have set up, or will I be forced to eradicate them all just as I am tasked to kill Vampire Prime.

May the inferno have mercy upon my undead spark...

-excerpt from Harbinger's personal log entry.