LuisJM is back with an all new story for all you readers. Now before I could begin, let me give you a clear indication on what I'm going to do. First of all, this is not an episode of Season 3 of Transformers Prime. This is an entirely different Transformers Prime story, but a crossover none the less. You see, I play a game called Bioshock Infinite, one of the best games of 2013. See, Bioshock Infinite is one of my all time favorite games based around the story, atmosphere, enviroment, characters, gameplay, and an ending that gives a whole new meaning to the word twist. Even the characters of Booker Dewitt and Elizabeth are the top notch due to their chemistry around conversations and the way they work together in the battlefield. All and all, the best game out there and I request you get it and play it yourself if you're interested.

Anyways, I did a Bioshock Infinite story months back and toalorikan626 asked if I'm going to do a crossover with Transformers Prime. Now I told him that it would be impossible in doing a crossover of that because most of the Transformers have ground based vehicles and with a city like Columbia, that's in the air no less, seems to be impossible to accomplish. That of course leads me to the second thing I want to clear up. You see, there's an author and fan of my work, FictionFan1024 and he liked my Transformers stories since 'Sari's Life as a Teenage Robot'. Hell, he's the one behind editing the chapters of my Season 3 story ark. But then, I requested that he do a story involving Sari being in the Transformers Prime universe and lo and behold, he accomplished that for me. He did four full episodes of his work and I shared with him some ideas that would make his story unique. I even have him make Jack, Raf, and Miko into his own little characters compared to mine (such as Jack being a techno organic like Sari, Miko being turned into a Predacon with a human alt mode, and Raf, turning into a 20-year-old super soldier). Now he's working on a series called the Skystrickers and would be using Sari, Jack, Miko, and Raf as a strike team. Just the thought of that gave me an idea of my own. A collaboration between me and him. I've already talked to him about it and he insisted in assisting me with this story. If you like, check out his stories. They're called Sari and Transformers Prime Episodes 1 – 4. I suggest reading all four chapters to get a better understanding of what's going on. But I'll give you a brief summary of the four on the next. But enough of that, let's put up the summary.

Due to an unfortunate attack, Sari, Jack, Miko, and Raf all got sucked through a ripped tear and into a sky city called Columbia. Now in order to escape a Prophet and the Vox, they must join forces with a private detective and a mysterious girl.

Chapter Notes

As I said before, this is going to be a crossover between Transformers Prime and Bioshock Infinite. So you need to check on both before getting a read, if you feel like it. Also this first chapter is pretty much the beginning of the game. I will make some changes throughout the rest of the story along with a surprise climatic that will leave everyone at the edge of their seat.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime or Bioshock Infinite.

Let's get this started shall we?

Transformers Infinite

"Tell me, are you all afraid of God?"

"No… But we're afraid of you."

The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist…
Barriers to Trans-Dimensional Travel,
R. Lutece, 1889

I have witnessed their capacity for courage, and though we are worlds apart, like us, there's more to them than meets the eye.
Transformers
Optimus Prime, 2007

Coast of Maine: 1912

My name is Booker Dewitt. I'm a private investigator working for the Pinkerton National Detective Agency that handles business whether it be public or private. Of course before becoming one I was part of the 7th Cavalry (The Garryowen as it were) a band of stone cold soldiers led by Major Samuel M. Whitside whose goal was to suppress the labor unions and rioters. It's from there that I committed some heinous things at Wounded Knee. You can only imagine the travesties I had seen or done. It's pretty hard to swallow. After that I tried to redeem myself, to wash away the sins. But the direction I took didn't work out for me. But when I decided to start a detective business, my life spiraled out of control. Since then, I've been wasting my money, gambling at the horse races and I've done too much drinking. Worse yet, I did something that I couldn't forget. Anna… That brand on my hand tells it all. It marked the time that she was gone, because of me. My life has become a struggle and I was in some serious debt. But then one day, someone came to my office with a simple proposal. He told me that he would wipe away all of my debt in exchange for someone important. The exchange involves bringing a girl to him. I'd known my share of oddballs in my job, his, well it took the cake. But the offer seemed promising, and it would help me solve the many problems I had. So I accepted the offer to help my client bring the girl to him. Now here I am, at the coast of Maine, stuck in this rickety leaking boat in the middle of a rain storm. Some job this turned out to be.

"Are you going to just sit there?"

"As compared to what? Standing?"

"Not standing, rowing."

Oh yeah… Not only that, but I'm stuck with two people that seem to bicker a lot over some pointless things. Male and female, probably twins, wearing raincoats to protect themselves from the weather. Which, to mention, they could have lent me one, feeling soaked over here. The male was rowing the small boat while the female was sitting there, talking. I could tell that they were British by their accents, but I didn't get their names, or how they are related to my client. Probably some lackeys… At least they were taking me to where I needed to go, where ever that was.

"Rowing? I hadn't planned on it."

The female though took out something, a box of some kind, and gave it to me.

"So you expect me to shoulder the burden?"

I was curious about this little gift and took it, saying to her, "What's this?" But she didn't tell me and went back to talking with the gentleman. Taking the box, I could tell what it was:. A wooden box with a plaque in the middle that said, 'Property of Booker Dewitt: 7th Cavalry, Wounded Knee'. Well at least they got that right. Wondered what was inside. I looked back at the two arguing while I concentrated on the location they were taking me. Looked like we were rowing far away from the coast, approaching a lighthouse of some kind. Is that where we're going?

"Coming here was your idea."

"My Idea?"

"I've made it very clear that I don't believe in the exercise."

"The rowing?"

"No, I imagine that's wonderful exercise."

"Then what?"

"This entire thought experiment."

Thought experiment? What in the world are those two are talking about? I decided to let that slide and asked if we're there yet.

"Excuse me. How much longer?"

Still they didn't respond as they kept on talking nonsense. I decided to check what was inside this box the woman gave me. unlatching the lock, I opened the box to see a wide variety of things. A postcard of some kind; a piece of paper that had pictures of a scroll; a key and sword with three separate numbers on each of them; a key to unlock something; a picture of someone; another paper with coordinates that head to New York, where my client is located; and a few coins (not much but I'll try to find more along the way). But the one thing that got my attention was the weapon inside the box, a trusty Broadsider pistol. I took it out and checked to see if it was loaded. Seeing the munitions in the gun, I felt satisfied and put it into my jacket.

"That'll work."

I went back to the box to see this picture of the girl. She looked like a young woman, probably around her twenties, with fair skin and ponytail hair with a bow on it. Sounds a little childish, but I'm not complaining. There was a name on the photo, her name, Elizabeth. Flipping the picture over, there was a message that said, 'Bring to New York. Unharmed'. Hmm… Seems easy enough. Tossing the picture back in the box, I closed it and looked straight ahead, noticing that we were getting closer to the lighthouse.

"Perhaps you should ask him? I imagine he has a greater interest in getting there than I do."

"I suppose he does. But there's no point in asking."

"Why not?"

"Because he doesn't row."

"He doesn't ROW?"

"No. He DOESN'T row."

"Ah. I see what you mean."

Still had no idea what they were talking about. Only thing they kept talking about was the rowing. So annoying. Looked like we approached the docking area of the lighthouse. I could hear the woman letting me know, as if I didn't already know where we were.

"We've arrived."

Putting the box into my coat, I climbed up the ladder to get on the dock. Looking up at the lighthouse, a lot of questions were swirling through my head. Why am I here? Why this lighthouse? Is this girl in there? Is it one of the client's friends? There's something about this that doesn't feel right. As I was contemplating, I could hear the twins talking as they left.

"Shall we tell him when we'll be returning?"

"Would that change anything?"

"It might give him some comfort."

"At least that's something we can agree on."

Out of curiosity, I turned to the two as they were leaving.

"Hey! Is somebody meeting me here?"

Finally, they've managed to answer my question.

"I'd certainly hope so."

"It does seem like a dreadful place to be stranded."

I rolled my eyes, thinking that what they said sounded very off. Looking back at the lighthouse, I sighed and decided to get it over with.

"Ah, well maybe there's someone inside…"

I slowly walked up the pier as I looked at the lighthouse standing before me. It seemed kind of strange that a lighthouse like this would be in the middle of the water instead of at the coastline. Guess they don't like visitors. I also noticed a few boats along the way, tied to the pier, looking a little damaged. Perhaps someone was here after all. Walking up the spiral staircase, I approached the wooden door and was about to enter. But then I noticed a note on the door that read, 'Dewitt- Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt. This is your last chance!' and there was a little blood at the corner. Looked like someone was waiting for me, but why am I getting the feeling that this blood wasn't anything good. I knocked on the door just to see if this person was listening.

"Ah, excuse me. It's Booker Dewitt. I guess you're expecting me…"

No answer… I got a bad feeling about this. I slowly opened the door to see if there was some sort of trap waiting for me. So far, nothing out of the ordinary. But entering the lighthouse, I noticed some kind of washing station with a border message over it and a candle lighting next to the basin. Walking to it, I looked down at the basin filled with water and thought of washing myself. But looking up at the message on the portrait, it read, 'Of thy sins shall I wash thee'. My assumption, it's some sort of cleansing area to wash away the sins. What I figured from that was, not all sins can be washed away.

"Good luck with that, pal."

Looking around, I decided to help myself to a few things around the area. Some food, a little drink, and a few coins scattered around. I then walked up the stairs, hearing music from above.

"Is anyone here? Hello?"

Reaching the second floor, I entered what appeared to be an office and living area, complete with a built-in kitchen, bed, and work desk with a map of the US along with some kind of scheduling display. Yet still, no one here. I headed to the phone to pick up and call someone, but the line was mysteriously dead. Almost like no one wanted to talk to the outside world. I checked the cabinets and barrels to get some more food and money when I noticed a bit of a mess over the second set of steps. A scuffle? I hope not. Walking up the steps, I see a handprint on the wall smeared in blood. I started to get a little queasy by that and slowly reached the top. By the time I got there, I was in for a bit of a shock.

"...Shit"

There was a dead body with a bag over his head, red blood in front, and a sign on it that said, 'Don't disappoint us.' Examining the body, I could tell that it had been dead for a while now, like a few days or so. Rigor Mortis must've kicked in. Well I guess I knew what happened to the guy. Poor bastard must've been tortured to death. Only question is, who was this guy. Was he one of the client's friends, or was he an enemy? Doesn't matter, he's dead already and I can't get anything out of him. Taking a few coins lying next to him, I noticed another set of steps and walked up it, leading me to the top floor and into the cold hard rain. Looking at the view, a few things came up in my head: dead body, no girl, and I'm stranded. Those two are going to get a serious tongue lashing from me. Looking around, I noticed a fancy looking door with a rotating light. Strange to have something like that in an old rickety lighthouse. Stranger was that there was no knob or lock. Only three sets of bells with engravings on it, first one was of a scroll, the second a key, and the third…

"Wait a minute, that card…"

Getting the box out, I took out a piece of paper that was in it and examined it. It would seem that the pictures on it were similar to the bells. And the numbers next to them… Could they be the number of times to ring it? Out of curiosity, I decided to follow what the card said. I rang once for the scroll, two for the key, and two for the sword and lights shining over them. Once I was done, I waited to see what happened next.

….

"Huh…"

Nothing… Wonder what that did? Suddenly, I could hear a loud long horn and the sky turned red. I looked up at the sky, as it gave me quite a scare.

"What in the world…?"

The sound then repeated the the rings I made. Then the light on the lighthouse did the exact same thing. Then the sky again. What was that? Morse code? Then something else happened. The door opened and the light dimmed and ascended upwards. The floor then twisted around and revealed a chair of some kind unfolding in front of me. Okay… That was weird… Taking all the things I need from the box and into my jacket, I entered the room, examining the chair and came to an honest conclusion.

"All right. Looks like they expect me to sit in their fancy chair."

Out of curiosity, I slowly took my seat, getting myself as comfortable as I could.

"So now what-"

Guess my curiosity got the best of me as metal clamps appeared on my arms and legs, trapping me completely.

"The Hell?"

The chair then started to spin as red velvet walls rose around me and an announcement was heard all around me.

'Make yourself ready, pilgrim. The bindings are there as a safeguard.'

Oh, you think? I could see the walls close all around me and lock in place. A million questions surged through my head. What's going on? What am I in? Is this a prison? Suddenly, the chair slanted downwards, putting me in a vertical angle. That position forced my pistol to slip out of my pocket, falling into what looked like some kind of fire projectors.

"No, no… Goddammit!"

I could now see the projectors shooting off fire one at a time as the pistol that dropped fell through the flames, almost like they were ready to lift off.

'Ascension… Ascension…'

Oh no… This really is going to take off. I could feel the lift rising back up as I'm forced to watch the window in front of me.

'Ascension in the count of five...'

No…

'Count of four…'

No, no, no, no, no!

'Three.'

I don't want to die in some rocket ship!

'Two.'

This isn't going to end well.

'One.'

NOOOO! I could feel the strange rocket lifting off the ground while I saw through the window that I was leaving the lighthouse in an ascending trajectory. The ride was rickety, and I could hear the strange voice echoing throughout the area.

'Ascension… Ascension… Five thousand feet...'

Okay Booker, just stay calm. You've been through some tough scrapes in your day.

'Ten thousand feet...'

Okay, maybe this is the worst of worst. What an embarrassing way to die.

'Fifteen thousand feet…'

This is it! This is the end! The clouds from the storm started to depart as the sun was coming through. I got blinded for a moment and thought for sure this rocket I was in blew up. But I didn't hear or feel an explosion. I opened my eyes just to see if it was over. But what I saw was something I didn't expect to see.

"Wha…?"

I didn't know what I was seeing, but it seemed to be buildings floating in the air by balloons, rockets, propellers, and other mechanisms to keep them afloat I saw huge blimps going around this floating city. But the one thing I saw that caught my attention was a huge statue of some kind of angel with huge wings welcoming people with open arms. It wasn't anything I'd ever seen before in my life. Yet the question remained: what is this place? Where am I? Is this Heaven? Because if so, I might need a place to stay.

'Hallelujah.'

So what do you guys think? A great start for a crossover. I know it's just the same as the game, but it will get interesting along the way. Hell, the next chapter would be the appearance of the Skystrickers along with other things from FictionFan. Hope you like it and stay tune for more. Please Review.