Hooray for RID! Coz we have two RID fics up today, mine and Kickback's! This is my first Robots in Disguise fic. It's a short one that I'll post up in 2 parts. This one spotlights my fave bot from the series: the dark counterpart of Optimus Prime, Scourge (or as I prefer to think of him, Black Convoy!). This is set some time after the end of the RID series. Galvatron, his Predacons (except for Sky-Byte) and the Decepticons have been captured and incarcerated by the Autobots. Optimus Prime returns to the prison colony to speak one more time with his one of his old nemeses, hoping to offer him a final chance at redemption. Autobot No More The head warden of the Autobot Asteroid Prison Colony-1, Safeguard, looked up into the stars of space. He watched as a small, blue Autobot transport ship lowered itself down onto the landing platform that he was standing by. Fine clouds of asteroid dust were swept up around the ship as it touched down onto the surface of the circular landing platform. Safeguard began making his way toward the ship's entrance. He was expecting a special visitor. The transport ship's double doors promptly opened and a boarding ramp was lowered automatically toward the ground. A prestigious red and blue figure emerged at the open doorway and alighted down the ramp. He gazed with sincere gold optics at Safeguard as he approached him. Safeguard's rigid hand immediately rose to his head in a salute. "Optimus Prime, sir. Welcome to Asteroid Prison Colony-1," Safeguard formally greeted. Though Safeguard had no visual evidence of the former Earth-posted Autobot leader's expression hidden behind his face mask, he could feel the Prime's gracious manner of ease in his body posture and voice. "Don't trouble yourself with formalities on my behalf, Safeguard, but thank you all the same." Optimus Prime acknowledged the Autobot prison warden with a subtle nod. "I won't waste time here. Please take me straight to the purpose of my visit." "Very well, Prime sir," Safeguard responded dutifully, "If you would please follow me." Optimus Prime quietly followed Safeguard away from the landing platform toward an entranceway of the prison facility nearby. As they walked together, Safeguard glanced over to Optimus Prime. The Autobot leader, looking distantly ahead, seemed to be mulling over something in his processor. "Optimus Prime, sir, if I might be so bold as to voice my opinion," Safeguard hesitantly began. Without turning to him, Optimus Prime simply nodded. "Go ahead, Safeguard." Safeguard quietly inhaled and shook his head. "This prisoner is beyond saving..." Optimus Prime's distant look did not falter. "All the same, I must try...one last time." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Optimus Prime was led down dimly lit corridors, past prison cells with growling, sulking, whining, glaring and recharging imprisoned bots held in restraining cuffs and behind energy bars. As he passed by a particular cell, Optimus Prime recognised the slouching forms of the Predacon trio that had served his now also imprisoned foe from Earth, Megatron, or rather Galvatron: Dark Scream, Gas Skunk and Slapper. They looked up as Optimus Prime walked by them. "Don't suppose you're coming to visit us, eh Prime?" taunted Slapper from behind the energy bars of his shared prison cell with the other two Predacons. "Pfft. More likely he's here for that over-glorified, treacherous Decpeticon that made our and Sky-Byte's lives difficult on Earth," Dark Scream huffed. Safeguard looked to Optimus to say something. "Even though they served under the dangerous Predacon leader, Megatron, these three weren't considered a high threat level, so we imprisoned them here on the higher levels of the facility with other low threat level-rated prisoners." Optimus Prime said nothing for a moment, continuing to walk slowly by the Predacon trio with only a passing glance at them. "I see," he responded simply to Safeguard. The two Autobots moved on silently past the cell of the Predacon trio. Optimus heard Gas Skunk shout something to him as he moved out of the Predacons' view. "Hey, Optimus, wait! You heard anything about Sky-Byte yet?" Sky-Byte. He had disappeared after Optimus and his Autobots had captured Galvatron and his forces on Earth. They had never bothered to search too hard for him. Partly because he had safely returned their human ally, Dr. Onishi, to Koji, and partly because they had needed to leave Earth quickly to transfer Galvatron and his captured troops to a proper holding facility. Optimus Prime said none of this to the imprisoned Predacons though. Leaving the passageway on which the Predacon trio were being kept, Safeguard approached the doors of an elevator. Optimus Prime stopped behind him as he pressed his hand onto a wall-mounted scanning pad. A line of green light passed underneath Safeguard's palm. A computerised female voice rang out. "Signature recognised. Access granted. Welcome, head warden, Safeguard." Safeguard glanced back at Optimus behind him. "We need to head down to the maximum security underground levels," he explained, "That's where he's been held. Unlike the Predacon gruesome threesome back there, this one was deemed amongst the most dangerous prisoners this prison colony holds. He and Galvatron are held in quarantined cells of their own. Full restraints for both." Optimus kept his gaze firmly ahead at the opening elevator doors. "I'm not surprised," he dryly commented, stepping into the elevator with Safeguard. The elevator doors shut and the two Autobots were taken down. "Did you come here on the High Council's orders, Optimus sir?" Safeguard queried as the elevator moved down several levels. "More like on their permission," Optimus answered truthfully, "I urged them to allow me to speak with him one more time before...the final stage of his sentence." Safeguard raised a quizzical optic ridge at the tall and noble Autobot leader. "Why? You fought him on Earth. Surely you must know how far gone he is. He's as bad as they come now. I've seen what he's like. He's not going to accept your help. And even if he did, he can't be trusted, not anymore. His corruption runs too deep." Optimus Prime's gold gaze fell to the floor of the elevator. "We can't give up on our old comrades. We've brought back reprogrammed Autobots before. If I could just reach through to the part of his spark that is Autobot..." Safeguard shook his head. "Forgive me, sir, but I believe your efforts will be in vain." Optimus Prime fell silent once more. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Optimus Prime steeled himself at a set of reinforced metal doors. Beside him, Safeguard placed his hand upon another scanning pad in the wall. "Requesting access to prisoner D-012. Please confirm your identity," a computerised female voice rang out. "Safeguard." "Access granted, Safeguard." The thick, reinforced metal doors parted to reveal a wide, brightly-lit room. It was empty of anything but a single dark figure in the centre of it. The dark prisoner was held suspended above the silver floor by restraining lock devices extending from the ceiling and the floor. The lock devices swallowed the prisoner's lower arms and legs, pulling them apart in separate directions and effectively immobilising him. There was little chance of escape from this kind of holding cell. Optimus Prime entered the eerily soundless holding cell, approaching the familiar dark body of the prisoner at the heart of it, a body that was black and grey with teal lines and resembled his own with the square plates of its chest. Optimus looked up and saw that the prisoner's head was encompassed in a metal casing. "I'll remove that so you can speak with him," Safeguard informed. Optimus looked down at Safeguard with slight disapproval. "Why was the head case necessary?" Safeguard nervously returned Optimus Prime's questioning look. "His...appearance unnerved many of the guards here..." Optimus narrowed his gaze. "You mean his resemblance to me." "Yes," Safeguard mumbled, "Some of the guards commented how it was like looking at a dark version of you. They were unsettled whilst watching him. The way he stared, his red optics..." Optimus looked back at his dark lookalike and sighed. "Take it off," he requested. Safeguard looked up. "Remove head case." A remote signal caused metal straps around the head casing to unlock. The case cracked open at the sides. A mechanical arm from a wall lowered down to the prisoner's head and plucked the head case off. Set within a masked face framed by a black and teal-lined helmet, a pair of blood red optics flared online, glaring malevolently down at Optimus Prime. They were the optics of the Decepticon commander, Scourge.
Once again, you've entertained the masses of TFW2005 with another masterpiece of a fanfic. Congratulations!
It seems that Optimus never loses hope, even with the hard cases. I remember becoming annoyed that Scourge hard be tainted with Decepticon programming. He never stood a chance. I wonder what you have in store for him?
Another fine beginning, this time RID..yay!!!...my only complaint..this was too short...more updates and soon please
Great scott! I've got a lot of responses to this! Thanks guys! I hope the 2nd part of this doesn't disappoint you all now. Ano, I always felt that Scourge's Autobot roots added a great element of tragedy to him. I always wondered what he would have been like had he come online as the Autobot he should have been. But part of the intriguing mystery surrounding him is that we may never know... Suzy, it's taken me ages to actually dare to attempt to write anything about Scourge/Black Convoy. Because I love his character so much, I never felt I could come up with anything that would do him full justice. I'm still not sure if I've done that with this short fic. biscuits, I'm honoured that you've entered the realm of fanfiction to read this fic! mpl, I know it's short. The next half will be a little longer. I promise.
Part 2! Here be the final half of this story. Thanks for all the comments on the first half, folks! Optimus Prime has come face to face with his old nemesis from Earth: Scourge. The Autobot leader hopes to offer him a final chance to become what he should have been from the beginning. But how deep does the Decepticon leader's corruption run? Is there anything left of the Autobot he once was? Autobot No More - Part 2 For a moment, Safeguard was tensely rooted to his spot, unable to tear his optics away from the sight of Optimus Prime and the prisoner that could have been a dark brother of his staring unflinchingly at one another. Then finally regaining some of his senses, Safeguard nervously backed away and, without a word, hastily turned and exited the cell room. The doors closed after him, locking Optimus Prime and his dark twin in. It was a few seconds more before Optimus Prime broke the pressure-building silence. "Scourge..." For another few moments, the dark half-clone of Prime stared at the Autobot leader that he resembled with an unreadable expression. Then he began to speak, in slow, drawn-out words, as if tasting the sound of his own dark voice, or savouring the presence of his company. "After deca-cycles of darkness, how...'gratifying' it is to online my optics again to see my most despised enemy." Optimus Prime maintained an unaffected composure. "What about Galvatron? Do you not despise him as much if not more than me? Don't you remember how he tried to kill you and your Commandos by trapping you all in our Space Bridge network underneath the Earth's surface? Don't you remember how he tampered with your very spark before you even came online out of your stasis pod? He reprogrammed you to be his servant. He corrupted your original Autobot programming. And even as a Decepticon, you grew to resent working for him. So you rebelled and tried to overthrow him. And he punished you and your soldiers by wiping your memories and reprogramming you once again. If there is any bot out there that you should hate, surely it's Galvatron, for everything that he has done to you and your team." Scourge's shadowed optic ridges hardened. His red optics seemed to burn a more vivid crimson. "Yes. I do loathe Galvatron for all that. For controlling me, for using me." He paused. "But I am also grateful to him..." Optimus' gold optics scrutinised his dark counterpart, mystified at his last sentence. "Grateful? For what?" Scourge inclined his head slightly to one side, his intense red optics never moving from Optimus Prime's face. "For freeing me. From the Autobot code of honour that would have inhibited me before landing on Earth, a code that I am familiar with from your scanning contribution to my creation. Albeit what Galvatron did to me and my Commandos was for his own ends and goals of megalomania. Nevertheless, it is thanks to him that I am free of all Autobot burdens. I am free to be what I wish without guilt or care." Scourge leaned his head down, bringing his masked face as close as he could to Optimus Prime's from his suspended height. His blood red optics burned into Optimus' gold ones, seeming to grow in intensity. "You see, Optimus Prime, I am you. I am what you would be if you were unrestricted by weaknesses. I am you without morality, compassion and mercy. I am your intelligence, strength and skill unrestrained. I am you freed of all inhibitions." Optimus shook his head slowly. "That's not freedom, Scourge. That's barbarism and chaos." Scourge chuckled darkly. "The things you reject, I embrace, Optimus Prime." Optimus' voice dropped to a sympathetic tone. "Scourge, you may not think so, but I firmly believe that there is still an Autobot spark trapped within you. I've done research on your background. I am now fairly certain I know who you were before you and your team crash-landed on Earth stellar cycles ago. You were N-" "Stop!" Scourge suddenly interrupted. Optimus looked at him puzzled. "I don't want to know," Scourge stated firmly. "I don't need to remember." Optimus watched him uncomprehendingly. "The past is gone," Scourge continued in a resentful tone, "Why dwell on it now? All it could possibly do is give me more reasons to resent and grieve. Look at what I am now. Forget what I used to be. Judge me on what you know of me, not on what you foolishly wish to believe. Take away my past. What is left?" Optimus did not answer. He waited. "Scourge is all that remains and exists now," Scourge declared. Optimus looked imploringly into his dark twin's intense red optics. "Scourge, listen to me. You don't have much time left before the Council sentences you to..." "Cryogenic stasis," Scourge completed. Optimus' optic ridges rose in mild surprise. "You know?" Indifferently, Scourge turned his head sideways to look at the wall of his prison cell. "I expected it. It is the only 'logical' decision for one such as I, do you not agree?" "I came here to try one final time to convince you to accept our help," Optimus truthfully informed, "I would rather give you a chance at redemption than send you straight to an indefinite frozen prison. Wouldn't you rather have that as well?" Scourge turned his head back to face the Autobot leader. His red optics narrowed dangerously. "There is no going back." Optimus pressed on in urgent hopefulness. "You have a better chance at rehabilitation than the rest of your Decepticons, Scourge. You had the strength of spark to regain most of your memories of Earth eventually after Galvatron's last reprogramming. Mega-Octane and the others still retain only short memories of the final solar cycles of their time on Earth; they remember nothing from before Galvatron's last reprogramming of you all." Scourge lowered his head to his chest. He looked down expressionlessly at the floor of his prison. Optimus drew closer to him, raising his hands in appeal. "You were an Autobot once, Scourge. You could be again. It's not impossible. We can help you overcome Megatron's corruptive influence. Restore you to the Autobot you once were. But you need to be willing. We can't help you if you won't let us." Suddenly, Scourge snapped his head up at Optimus. His crimson optics flared manically. His arms shook violently in their ceiling-attached restraints. Optimus took a step back in surprise. "I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!" Scourge roared. Optimus had fallen into stunned silence. "Don't you get it yet, Prime?" Scourge sneered, "I never wanted to be helped! I would rather remain in this physical prison than be moulded back into my former mental one. I will not be bound by the chains of Autobot values again! I am an Autobot no more and never again!" Optimus tried one last futile attempt. "If you could just remember who you were before crashing on Earth..." "It no longer matters," Scourge stated coldly. "Memories change nothing. They do not change what I have done. They do not change what I have become. I have made my choice." Optimus paused for several moments. "Then you regretfully leave me none," he quietly responded. "We will lose a good and valuable Autobot in you." "Correction. You have already lost an Autobot in me," Scourge uttered darkly. Optimus Prime turned away from his dark lookalike and headed for the cell doors. He stopped short of them and glanced back at Scourge with a solemn expression. "You were one of our best..." His gold gaze dropped to the floor beside him. "Goodbye, Scourge." The doors parted. And after a final searching look back at him, Optimus Prime walked out, leaving Scourge alone once again in his isolated prison cell. As the doors of his prison closed, Scourge's head descended and his red optics darkened. From behind, he heard the approach of his head casing seeking to confine his face again. The darkness began to enshroud his sight once more. And as the blackness closed in, the hazy images of an old memory echoed in his mind... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A shooting star descended over the night sky of Earth. But it was not a shooting star. It was a falling Cybertronian vessel. Within it, a crew of six Autobots were attempting frantically to regain control of their falling ship, but it was in vain. The leader of the crew, a bot of black, white and blue colouration with a masked face, was at the steering controls as the monitor screen in front of him flashed a warning red. Sirens were ringing around the ship. The other five crew members were shouting to one another. Then the crew leader issued a desperate command to his crew. "The Epsilon's going down! Get to the stasis pods! All of you! Now!" The five crew members looked at their leader for a moment before obeying. They jumped up from their seats and quickly exited the control room. The last of the departing crew, the tallest of them, stopped at the doorway of the control room and glanced back at his leader. He was still manning the steering controls. "Sir, what about you? You need to get to a pod too!" "I'll join you in a moment! I just need to steer the ship away from inhabited areas," the Autobot leader shouted back determinedly, "Go now! Don't worry about me!" The tallest Autobot of the crew hesitated. Then he shouted back to his leader. "Sir, if we don't survive this crash, then I just want to say that it's been an honour serving under you!" The ship was tilting down. The tall Autobot saluted to his leader whilst holding on to the frame of the doorway. The black, white and blue Autobot leader glanced back briefly over his shoulder at his saluting crew member. "The honour has been mine, soldier!" he replied hastily. "But I promise these are not our final moments online! We will reactivate again!" The tall Autobot crew member nodded to his leader. "Good luck, Nova Prime sir!" He then turned and proceeded out of the control room. The masked Autobot leader, Nova Prime, was left alone at the steering controls. Sirens blared and red lights still flashed around him. But he concentrated on the view of the Earth city on the monitor screen in front of him. Pulling as hard as he could on the steering handles, he directed the course of the ship to fly over the lights of the Earth city. When he saw that the ship was passing safely over the city, he rose from his seat and ran to join his crew in the stasis pods. He did not see that the ship was heading for a rocky mountainside on the monitor screen as he exited the control room. Entering the chamber with the stasis pods, Nova Prime took his place with his crew in the last of the open pods. He lay himself down into the pod. As the lid of his stasis pod closed over him, the Autobot leader, Nova Prime, breathed his final words. "Til all are one." Darkness swallowed him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Darkness swallowed him. The claustrophobic confines of the metal case closed tightly around his head. The remnants of his old memory echoed away. The intense red light of his optics faded into shadow. Into the enshrouding hush of darkness, the Decepticon leader, Scourge, breathed his final words. "They're all dead..." End.
Very haunting with the insight as to Epsilon's crashing but very well executed. Funny how Cybertronian ships always end up crashing on Earth, never safely landing. I wonder what insurance is like on Cybertron. Anyways I've always liked the name Epsilon as a ship name and that whole scene where Nova took care of his crew was very... how do you put it... Autobot like. Also nice job with the mirror play concerning the sentencing of Scourge, didn't see him as a bot of willing to compromise under any circumstances despite Optimus' belligerent attempts to save his spark.
Wonderfully written and captivating as always B_O..while I'm not a big fan of sad endings..in this case it was just perfect...enjoyed your foray into RID...now what?? You know you have to entertain us with more of your original approach and insights into the world of Cybertron and her offspring..Autobots and Decepticons!!!!!! (No pressure..really..just enjoy your stories!!)
This is excellent work, Black Oracle. That final scene with the Autobot crew really drove home just what Megatron did to them. In a way, he murdered them.
I've been reading and re-reading Last Stand of the Wreckers at work, so the whole time I was just waiting for something absolutely awful to break out. A short, sweet, and utterly haunting little tale. Scourge seeks to remain who he is to the bitter end, even though who he is at present is every bit as constructed (thanks to Megatron's corrupt programming and the inadvertent scanning of Prime) as the Autobot he fears he might become should he accept Prime's help. I'm a little concerned by Prime's... borderline obsessiveness. I wonder, would he be so eager to try and turn Scourge back if they didn't share the same face? Powerful stuff.
If anyone was going to give Scourge/Black Convoy an official history and prior identity, it had to be Black Oracle. Great read. I really like how you handled both Scourge and Optimus. Wow. This is the first fic I've read in a long time. I like it.
