Transformers: Built For War

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  1. Omnius

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    Transformers: Built For War pt 1

    CYBERTRON, APPROXIMATELY 20,000 YEARS AGO.

    His engines shining like a star in the skies over Cybertron, Firestar surveyed the scene below. Far from weapons range, the Decepticon scout monitored the Autobot defence of Iacon. He had to admit they were putting up a fight as they fired a ceaseless barrage of heavy artillery fire into Decepticon positions around the city.

    “Firestar, report.”

    Suppressing an urge to groan, he responded to the sound of Shockwave’s voice over the radio. “Firestar reporting in, sir.” It galled him to even think of that walking computer as his superior. Nonetheless, Megatron had installed Shockwave as interim leader of Cybertron’s Decepticons, so he had to be obeyed. Granted, Firestar hadn’t even been constructed when Megatron disappeared, but he had his place in the Decepticon ranks. “Autobots are shoring up defences on the southern route into Iacon. Looks like they’re moving more heavy artillery into place. Unable to identify specific Autobots, the smoke is obscuring long-range visuals. Should I go in closer?”

    “Negative, Firestar. Remain out of Autobot range. Continue circling Iacon for now. Shockwave out.” As the line went dead, Firestar went back to monitoring. Despite being built with excellent long-range sensors, dense palls of smoke obscured even his vision. With countless fires raging far below, infra-red was virtually useless, and at this range his Spark sensor only told him that there were a lot of Transformers down there.

    With a vehicle form loosely based on the long-lost Starscream, Skywarp and Thundercracker, he could have been utilised as a fast attack craft but most of the missions handed to him were relatively mundane. While he boasted an impressive array of weapons ranging from short-range rockets to plasma pulse cannons, seldom was he given the opportunity to use them.

    Bored with his mission, he began to look farther afield. His allies had the domed city surrounded from the south and the east, and had slowly been advancing toward the Autobot stronghold in recent days. In the south, Scorponok led his band of close-knit warriors in a direct assault on the city’s main gates, while Lord Straxus led the secondary front from the east.

    Looking to the relatively quiet north, Firestar detected a Spark moving rapidly toward the city. Focusing all sensors on it, he noticed something travelling along the only surviving monorail track leading into Iacon. The Autobots had been quick to repair the extensively-damaged monorail network after Decepticon attacks, but the bombings had been persistent and now something was using the only surviving line.

    Firestar saw his chance – could he at last see some action, rather than surveying the scene from his lofty position? There was only one way to find out. “Shockwave, this is Firestar. Monorail train approaching from the north. Should I intercept?”

    After a brief pause, in which time Shockwave was no doubt calculating probabilities and projections, Firestar got a reply. “Affirmative Firestar, you are to investigate. Defend yourself but do not waste valuable energon on an attack.”

    Forcing back a sigh, Firestar resigned himself to his mission and dived down toward the monorail line. He made a quick close-up scan of Iacon’s domed roof and transmitted the data to Shockwave for further analysis – hopefully a weak spot could be found.

    Following the meandering monorail line, he could see the headlight of something approaching up ahead – concentrating all sensors on it he recognised the Autobot Heavyhaul. Able to transform into a monorail locomotive, he appeared to be bringing a long train of wagons into Iacon. Firestar could only guess at the nature of his cargo but he knew it had to be stopped. He got on the radio. “This is Firestar, I’m about to intercept a trainload of supplies heading into Iacon. Am I free to engage?”

    For a change, Shockwave didn’t dash Firestar’s hopes. “Affirmative, Firestar.” His voice as flat as ever, he told the scout what he wanted to hear. “Use any means available to stop it.”

    “Thank you, Firestar out.”

    Up ahead, the train suddenly slammed its brakes on, screeching along the track. Firestar slowed, hovering before the train as it came to a stop. The boxy, angular, yellow locomotive was only too familiar to him. Leaving the wagons on the track, it began to transform, standing up on its rear end as limbs and a head unfolded.
    Firestar transformed where he hovered, landing on the monorail track with a metallic clang that reverberated through to where Heavyhaul stood. The line was flat with a raised track in the middle. Two low barriers on either side of the track prevented any derailed trains from going over the edge – a wartime addition by the Autobots to limit sabotage.

    The Autobot was first to speak. “You again. I should have known you’d be around here.”

    Firestar had spent recent weeks surveying what remained of the Autobot-controlled monorail network. He had frequently encountered Heavyhaul moving ammunition, energon and other supplies around the dwindling Autobot territories. The two had clashed on more than one occasion when Firestar’s thirst for action got the better of him and he provoked the Autobot.

    Distant explosions echoed from Iacon as Firestar took a step forward. “What are you moving today?”

    “Nothing you need concern yourself with.” Heavyhaul shook his head.

    “Energon?”

    Heavyhaul was becoming visibly irritated, and it began to show as his synthesised voice took on an edge. “None of your business, Decepticon.”

    Firestar laughed. “Come now, Heavyhaul, is that any way to talk to me?” Larger than the yellow and grey Autobot, he took another step closer. He considered his size to be one of his better physical attributes, standing head and shoulders above the majority of his fellow Decepticons. “The dead have no need for energon; maybe you should donate it to the living?”

    “By Primus, you Decepticons are evil, twisted creations.”

    Firestar imagined a mouth curling into a snarl behind Heavyhaul’s faceplate. “Evil? Twisted? Ha! Who are you to judge us? By your ideals, we may be ‘twisted’ but by ours you are weak.”

    Heavyhaul interrupted before Firestar could begin another sentence. “I don’t have time for an ideological discussion. Get out of my way, Decepticon scum.” The ferocity displayed by the otherwise docile Autobot took Firestar by surprise.

    “Scum? I was just going to take that energon and let you go.” He raised his right arm, pointing a mounted plasma pulse cannon at Heavyhaul. “Now I’m going to kill you, then take the energon.”

    The Autobot was suddenly poised, but to the best of Firestar’s knowledge he lacked any inbuilt weaponry, and there was no way he could physically overpower the much larger Decepticon.

    “Going to dive if I shoot, eh?” Firestar knew exactly what Heavyhaul had in mind. He would dive from the overhead track, avoiding the shot which would hit the cargo of precious energon. The resulting explosion would kill Firestar and devastate the track for a kilometre in either direction. “You won’t do it. This is the only monorail line into Iacon, that exploding energon would destroy it. Heck, you’d be putting yourself out of a job. I might as well just do it for you. Oh, and thanks for confirming that you’re actually carrying energon.”

    Firestar smirked in a manner that reminded some older Decepticons of Starscream, so he had been told.

    “You haven’t got it in you.” Firestar merely raised an eyebrow at the voice behind him. However, he knew things weren’t going well when he felt the clink of a firearm touching the side of his head. “Now lower the weapon Decepticon.”

    “Inferno. Always wanting a piece of the action.” Inside, Firestar berated himself for not noticing the Autobot sooner – his Spark sensor should have warned him of Inferno’s approach, but he was so caught up with Heavyhaul that he failed to notice he his new adversary. “I suppose somebody has to look after Heavyhaul here.”

    “Let him pass, and I won’t have to kill you.”

    Firestar had to find a way out of the stand-off. He could have taken Inferno out but the Autobot was as large as he was, and he didn’t know enough about Inferno in terms of strength to want to take him on in a straightforward fist-fight. Time to use my vehicle to my advantage. “So, tell me Inferno, would your vehicle form be airborne?”

    “What?”

    Firestar turned his head to see that Inferno was now standing next to him, having walked around the Decepticon’s right wing. Looking up and down, Firestar saw no evidence of wings or thrusters on the bulky, red Autobot, confirming that he was land-based.

    “Never mind. Isn’t there a fire you should be putting out?” Smirking again, Firestar leapt into the air and transformed. Staggering back to avoid being hit by Firestar’s wing, Inferno tripped over the edge of the track and fell from sight. Shocked, Heavyhaul took a step backward and watched Firestar climb into the smoke-filled sky.

    Looping around, Firestar targeted the track in front of Heavyhaul, keeping the track ahead in his sights. He quickly fired off four plasma pulses which tore into the track. He raked shots up the track toward the train as Heavyhaul jumped off the side into the depths below.

    All he needed to destroy the train was a single shot – one pulse tore into a container on the foremost wagon and ignited the energon cubes within. Setting off a chain reaction, the entire train exploded, devastating the track.

    “Firestar, this is Shockwave.” Hearing the military operations commander’s voice, the Decepticon anticipated a call to the front at Iacon’s southern gate, to finally play an important part – destroying the monorail line and energon cargo was something, but he would be much happier if Shockwave would only let him play the part he wanted, rather than be constrained by the limits of his design.
     
  2. Omnius

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    PS: As this is my first attempt, any comments/feedback would be much appreciated. :) 
     
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    Any more for any more?
     
  4. Destroyificator Prime

    Destroyificator Prime What an ass!

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    I like it. Firestar is a cool Fan made character. I Also like your good use of internal dialouge.

    So I'm gonna speak up and encourage you to write more. I'd love to see where this is going.

    Don't be discourgaed by the lack of feedback, my story The Melt A transformers Fan Fiction gets alot of veiws but no feedback. I just keep on posting and will do so until the story's finished.

    With over 150 veiws, I'd sure hope someone read it.

    Check out my story and comment, if you don't mind...

    Seriously, keep up the good work!
     
  5. Alpha Prime

    Alpha Prime Ten Years Strong

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    Keep it up. Firestar is really cool! Can't wait for your next post
     
  6. rebelbot

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    I like it so far. Keep up the good job and maybe you could read my story called "The Power of Friendship".
     
  7. rebelbot

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    I almost forgot that I have added chapter 4 and 5 into my story.
     
  8. Omnius

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    I shall check it out. :) 

    Oh, and thanks the encouragement folks - I'm writing the next chapter as we speak, expect it soon! :) 
     
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    Transformers: Built For War pt 2

    “Thank you for agreeing to this meeting.” Shockwave leaned over and gazed into a small energon cube slowly rotating in a suspension field before standing upright and turning to face Firestar from behind an array of control panels mounted into a desk. He was in his office, a small, windowless room with one wall that was a bank of monitors from floor to ceiling. The Decepticon scout sat in a chair that was designed to mould the unique body contours of any Transformer seated in it, but he still couldn’t get into a position where he felt he wasn’t going to slide out and end up sprawled across the floor.

    Like I have any choice? Firestar chose to keep that thought to himself. It wouldn’t do well to get on the wrong side of Shockwave when he was hoping for something more than reconnaissance assignments. “It is my duty, sir, as a Decepticon.”

    “Duty. I notice you have a rather creative interpretation of that.”

    “I don’t understand.” Firestar began to wonder what he could have possibly done wrong, but feigned ignorance in the hope that Shockwave would be more direct.

    “During our failed attempt to take Iacon, you deviated from your assigned role to engage with two Autobots. Can you explain this?” He leaned over the desk, using his right hand and arm-mounted cannon to support himself.

    “I intercepted a train bound for Iacon. You gave me permission to stop it – using any means possible – yourself, sir.” Firestar had to admit he was puzzled by Shockwave’s line of enquiry.

    “You were to stop and destroy the train, then return to your mission. Instead you met with two Autobots.”

    “Well one of those Autobots was the train, sir. It would seem he was being shadowed by a second Autobot. They tried to stop me, and I distracted them long enough to take out the train’s cargo and the monorail line. Nothing else will get into Iacon that way.”

    Firestar wasn’t sure if he was imagining things, but Shockwave’s normally monotonous voice seemed to take on an edge. “Those were not your orders. You were distracted for too long, when we required important sensor data. While it would be illogical to blame our failure to capture Iacon solely on you, there is a high probability that this could be a factor. The fact that I do not have complete data on the various factors behind our defeat means you are spared the blame. Indeed there is a low likelihood that I will ever be able to collate the required data.”

    Great Primus, when he goes into logic-speak he never shuts up. “I thought I was taking the right course of action.”

    “Do not let it happen again, Firestar. Deviation from your assignment could have dire consequences for your fellow Decepticons and our cause as a whole. You are under strict orders to follow the role you are given in future. Do you understand?”

    There was only one answer that would allow Firestar to walk out of Shockwave’s office alive. “Yes, sir, I understand.”

    “You may go.”

    Without another word Firestar raised himself out of the uncomfortable chair and left as Shockwave turned to the large bank of monitors behind his desk. The wide door automatically parted to allow him to leave, sliding shut behind him.

    Damn that Shockwave and his logic! He had to admit it seemed strange – perhaps even illogical – that engaging with Heavyhaul and Inferno had been a breach of orders. If the train was some kind of automated drone, Shockwave wouldn’t have a problem as he permitted Firestar to attack it. Through a simple technicality, Shockwave had decided Firestar had failed to comply. Ironically, a drone locomotive would have reminded him of Shockwave.

    Walking down a busy corridor, he passed a Seeker, Ramjet. Firestar was built to a revision of Ramjet’s design, which was in turn a revision of the infamous Starscream. Firestar lacked the long intake cowls on either side of his head, while his wings were wider but folded in half in robot mode.

    “Hey Ramjet.”

    “Hey Firestar. Boss chewing you out again?”

    Firestar’s mouth curled into a snarl. “Yeah, Primus forbid I should ever get into a situation where I face a real Autobot.” He wondered for a moment if Shockwave would ever understand a concept like sarcasm. No, that walking computer wouldn’t understand something that truly lives.

    “Well I had a blast. Took out a few airborne Autobots myself.” Ramjet smiled and touched a dent on his cone-shaped head casing.

    “Let me guess – rammed them?”

    Ramjet’s smile became a wide-mouthed grin. “They gave me cluster bombs and guns, but I’m still the best missile I’ve got.”

    Firestar shook his head in a combination of amusement and amazement at his friend. “You do know you’ll give yourself internal damage if you keep doing that.”

    A metallic clang sounded as Ramjet rapped his knuckles against his head, chuckling to himself.

    “Still, at least you enjoy your job.” He looked at the plasma pulse cannons mounted on his arms. “Sometimes I wonder why they fitted me with these.”

    “You often find a use for them! Ever considered a few… modifications?”

    Firestar gave his friend a quizzical look. “Explain?”

    “Well, how did you come about that Spark sensor?” Ramjet pointed at Firestar’s head, which amused the scout. Everyone assumed his Spark sensor was fitted in his head with his other sensors, whereas it was in reality in his left forearm.

    “Shockwave arranged for a Decepticon to install it in me. Apparently he does the more ‘specialised’ upgrades – exotic weapons, sensors, counter-measures. I don’t know his name, I’ve only heard Shockwave and others call him the Fitter.” Firestar recalled his visit to the Fitter, being taken to a workshop where an old Decepticon installed the Spark sensor – at a price. “I don’t know, it might be costly, and what could I have added on?”

    “Armoured nosecone?”

    “No”. Firestar smirked while shaking his head. “I’ll leave that to you.”

    “It might be worth giving the Fitter a visit, see if he can give you something that will make you useful on the frontlines. Say, I’m meeting up with Dirge and Thrust shortly to go over recordings from the battle. Want to join us?”

    Firestar liked the Seeker team, but he always felt he was in their shadow somewhat. While built to a similar design, they were combat veterans, respected by their superiors, celebrated by peers. Despite physical similarities, Firestar felt he wasn’t even in the same league as them, let alone the original missing Seekers. Sometimes he wondered what Aerospace Commander Starscream would make of him. “I think I’ll pass, to be honest. I saw enough of the battle from where I was, maybe another time. I’ll catch you later anyway, I got work to do.”

    He left before Ramjet could even respond, not wanting to follow in his friend’s shadow after the dressing-down Shockwave had just given him.

    Time to find this Fitter, and see if I can break out of this role.
     
  10. Omnius

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    Due to lack of interest, I won't be continuing with BFW. Sorry to the 2 people who liked it.
     
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    Alpha Prime Ten Years Strong

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    Well, take what you did wrong this time, which was very little, and try to do better next time. Personally, i thought it was pretty good.
     
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    I'd change firestar's name... there could be some confusion with...

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    Destroyificator Prime What an ass!

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    Well that blows!

    I was getting into this story!

    Oh well:(  .....
     
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    Alpha Prime Ten Years Strong

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    {Cough} READ TRANSFORMERS:X{Cough}
     
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    This site is not big on fanfiction responce. Try cross posting it.
     
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    Well, a lot of people seem to have read it, responses or otherwise... so I'm going to put Chapter 3 up when I get a chance to finish it off, and see where it goes from there

    Things to look forward to:

    The Fitter - likes to 'upgrade' himself and others.
    The Cult of Megatron - machine religion? You betcha!
    What is a Mk3 Seeker? - big hint, the main character is one!
    And more...

    EDIT: The third chapter is a bit shorter than the first two - it was intended to be two separate passages, but I've decided I want to leave it on a bit of a cliffhanger. Not much happens, but I promise to make up for that in Chapter 4. :) 
     
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    Built For War: Chapter 3:

    There was no night, as such, on Cybertron. Nor were there days, or seasons. Each day just passed into another, as they had done for as long as Firestar could remember. Thus, the lower reaches of Cybertron were bathed in almost-perpetual darkness. Disused for millennia, only the occasional light still worked. Lights, fittings and wiring had been stolen.

    Activating his external running lights, Firestar descended into the depths of Karram. Once an Autobot industrial stronghold, the city had been devastated by battle. Where vast factory complexes once fuelled the Autobot war effort, only charred shells of buildings remained. Firestar’s Spark sensor told him the entire area was deserted for kilometres around, even the Fitter was too far down to be detected yet. Rolling to avoid the twisted remains of a walkway between two buildings, Firestar skirted close to an obliterated factory, skimming along the scarred walls.

    Behind him, only a thin sliver of starlight provided a meagre source of natural light. Dependent on artificial lighting, Cybertron went from day to day in perpetual twilight. Firestar once stood upon the ruins of Tarn and gazed up into the sky, letting the sheer number of stars overwhelm his optic sensors. In the total darkness, he could pick out every single star in the sky – the city was long dead, even Cybertron’s moons were out of sight. Snapping out of his momentary reverie, Firestar turned to the matter at hand – finding the Fitter. He had been this way once before, guided by Shockwave. To see his leader transform into a gun too large for any Transformer to hold came as a surprise, to see that gun fly was a downright shock. The Decepticon leader was unusually secretive about his alternative mode, it was subject only to rumour. For a moment, Firestar wondered what kind of Transformer could possibly hold a gun that size – it was beyond even the abilities of any combiner. Remembering the route metre by metre, he pulled up and flew down a wide tunnel, cutting back on his throttle so he wouldn’t crash into the unexpected dead-end. As he came to a stop, Firestar transformed and landed with a metallic clang that echoed round the deserted tunnel. Down here, only a few lights worked, and half of them buzzed and flickered with fading life. With his running lights also working in robot mode, Firestar decided to shed some light on his surroundings. Two powerful spotlights on his shoulders came on first, followed by others fitted to his forearms and knees.

    Taking in his surroundings, Firestar slowly turned on the spot. His lights cast long shadows from small debris strewn across the floor. His footsteps seemed to ring in his audio sensors as he walked further down the corridor, the sound echoing from wall and ceiling.

    Firestar didn’t know what to expect from the Fitter. While the reclusive Transformer had given Firestar his Spark sensor, the Decepticon had no idea what he looked like. Just before meeting the Fitter, Shockwave turned to Firestar and told him he would recall nothing of the encounter he was about to experience. Firestar returned to operational consciousness in a crumpled heap on the ground. The first he knew he had been upgraded was when he sensed precisely where Shockwave was standing before his optic sensors came back on-line.

    After several hundred metres, the tunnel seemed to stop at a dead-end. Clearly the Fitter didn’t want to be found, Firestar knew no way beyond this barrier. On his last visit, Shockwave had ordered Firestar to look away while he found a way through.

    This wall is too new to belong here. Firestar let his lights play over the relatively clean surface, devoid of dents, scores and scratches. Unfortunately, it was also devoid of any obvious means of opening it. Firestar knew from past experience that the door should slide upward, but he could see no obvious controls. You sure didn’t use logic to get in here Shockwave, so how did you do it? He must have manipulated something to gain access, else he wouldn’t have told Firestar to turn away. He remembered turning around when he heard the rumble of the false wall rising into the ceiling, and Shockwave was standing upright on the exact same spot where Firestar once stood. He could feel nothing. Even running his fingertips over the wall, he detected no seam, no change in material composition, texture or temperature.

    The Decepticon scout was so preoccupied with the false wall, he didn’t notice something descend from a previously-unseen hole in the ceiling directly behind him. It landed on the ground silently, on three spindly legs that tapered to needle-like points. An array of other limbs, varying wildly in shape and length, unfolded.

    It wasn’t until Firestar took a step away from the false wall, breaking his concentration, that his Spark sensor suddenly alerted him to the mysterious presence. What the…?

    Looking back over his shoulder, he saw only a silhouette of some shapeless form looming over him. Starting to turn, the shape moved like a blur before Firestar could bring his lights to bear on it. It towered over him and extended several limbs while Firestar tried to bat them back with his right arm. A claw-like appendage took hold, gripping the arm between elbow and wrist. With a force that defied the spindly limb’s apparent fragility, it pushed Firestar around so he was again facing the wall. Firestar barely had time to register what was happening before he felt it pounce upon him, limbs pushing down on his shoulders and back.

    Firestar’s vision immediately faded to black.
     
  18. Omnius

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    Wow, has it been two months since I last added to this?

    I'm still working on BFW folks, chapter 4 may be slow in coming but it is progressing. I've also got something new, and big, in the pipeline...
     

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