Transformers-'verse. Near the mouth of the wormhole. Slapdown on a slimeball.

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The space near the mouth of the wormhole was silent and empty but for the jet that hovered a safe distance from its mouth. Occasionally a bit of drifting junk would get sucked into it, but nothing else moved.

Then four mechs appeared out of nowhere; two burly black ones, a yellow one with red markings, and a femme that shone blindingly white in the unfiltered light of the sun.

Instantly the jet shifted position, creeping near. //Autobots! What do you want?//

//You,// said the yellow one grimly, folding his arms over his chest. //You've killed your last Autobot, Starscream.//

//And who's going to take me?// The jet's voice was mocking. //You don't even have any who have aerial modes.//

//Oh don't we?// The yellow one gave a clear smirk despite the relative immobility of his face.

And then she decloaked....

Patchverse; Hell: Pain

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It was midday in Hell when Jubilee toppled out of thin air, banging into a table and then hitting the floor with a loud thud and disrupting the mellow mealtime with a low moan. She was still wearing the outfit she'd snuck away in, but now the clothes were a little tighter, and her jeans were an inch too short for her legs.

Her face, though strained in a grimace of pain and glossy from sweat, was still hers, but looked aged about two years, and likewise her hair was almost a foot longer, reaching her lower back and sparkling with static electricity.

She lay in a crumpled heap, shivering and whimpering, then rolled over on her back, gasping as her body trembled.

"Wolvie...." she sobbed softly before blacking out.