Yet another Energon rewrite. I'm trying to stick to the major plot points of the show, just getting there a different way. Expect better development of the characters. Note: There is swearing in here, but it's kept to a minimum. You have been warned. Constructive criticism appreciated, as well as comments. Episode 1: The Beginning of the End SYTEM SCAN INITIALIZED ASESSING DAMAGE LEVELS DAMAGE LEVELS UNACCEPTABLE ENERGON LEVELS LOW SEARCHING FOR ENERGON... ENERGON DETECTED PLANETS WITH ENERGON: EARTH, CYBERTRON, MARS, ASTEROID BELT TARGETS TOO FAR NOT ENOUGH ENERGON SEARCHING DATABASE FOR WAY TO OBTAIN ENERGON ACTIVATING SOLDIER UNITS: TERRORCONS ACTIVATING LEADER UNIT: ALPHA QUINTESSON, A.K.A ALPHA Q Deep within the blackened ruins of the planet-sized Transformer, Unicron, where all was still, a noise was heard. The noise was the sound of something rising from the ashes within. In the cavernous belly of Unicron, the four-headed robot lifted itself from the ruin. This was Alpha Q. Former Emperor of the Quintesson Empire, based on the Planet Q, they do not remember how they got here. All they know is their directive. "Uhhhhh... What happened?" Alpha Q groaned. "ALPHA Q." A deep, booming voice said. "Who...who's there?" The collective voice of Alpha Q quavered. "I ... AM UNICRON." The vice began to wheeze. "U... Unicron? Why are we here?" "I HAVE REACTIVATED...YOU FOR...A PURPOSE." Unicron sputtered. "What purpose?" "YOU...ARE TO GET...ME...ENERGON." "Energon? But, our military has been destroyed. We are weak, we cannot get this ourselves." "I WILL ALLOW YOU T...TO USE MY RESOURCES AS YOU SEE FIT. I HAVE ALREADY...RE...RE...REACTIVATED YOUR ARMY...THE TERRORCONS." "The Terrorcons...” Alpha Q thought. Time to see how pliable Unicron would be. “What's in it for us?" "HAD I THE STRENGTH, I MIGHT CRUSH YOU NOW. HOWEVER, I HAVE TOO LITTLE ENERGON TO ACTIVATE SOMEONE ELSE. WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "We want..." Alpha Q thought. They weren't sure what they wanted. They had their former military. Then a memory rose from the ashes. A flash of a planet being destroyed, and screaming. It was dark, and all they saw was their planet being destroyed. Their planet... How they missed it. How they longed to breathe its air... How they wished to feel the ground beneath their tentacles... "We want our planet back." They had decided. "YOUR PLANET...THIS I CAN DO. I CAN GET YOU YOUR PLANET. I WANT MY ENERGON." "So, we have a deal?" Alpha Q checked. "YES. NOW, I MUST REST. MY ENERGON IS DANGEROUSLY LOW." "Very well. Now go, Terrorcons, go to the asteroid belt in the Terran System, and get us as much Energon as you can!" Alpha Q exclaimed as the Terrorcon legions flew off through the Space Bridge. In the asteroid belt of the Terran System, one asteroid had a base built on it, as did many of the surrounding asteroids. A massive Transformer stood at the entrance to the central base. He was tall, and he was brightly colored. He was mostly white, with green with a yellow lightning design on the flat parts of his arms and legs. His broad chest had four heavy laser turrets on it, pointed forward. His face was expressionless, no mouth, yellow, boxy eyes, and a sort of helmet around his face. This was the Decepticon, Tidal Wave. Once one of Megatron's mightiest soldiers, he now served the Autobots. It's not like he had a choice. It was either live with them, or die in the aftermath of the Unicron Battles. The choice was simple for him, simple, like his mind. "Hey, Tidal Wave, it's time for your break." an Autobot said. Tidal Wave didn't move. He needed no breaks. As long as he was away from the Autobots, he would be perfectly fine. The farther, the better. He liked to think about the battles he'd won by himself. When he was assigned to Earth, to serve with the mighty Megatron, he almost fainted. Him, serve with Megatron himself? Serving with him was the fast track to promotion...or death. Megatron had a notoriously nasty temper. Anyone who failed him would die, unless Megatron had other plans for that bot. It was usually death. Tidal Wave had sworn to do everything Megatron told him without question. He would make his name with Megatron, or die trying. "Hey, Tidal Wave! I said, it's time for your break!" the Autobot repeated. Tidal Wave still ignored him. He'd gotten good at that over the years. Stupid Autobots...why couldn't they all just die? Tidal Wave longed for the day Megatron would rise again, and lead his followers to victory, and crush the pathetic Autobots once and for all! But it wouldn't happen. Tidal Wave had waited 10 years for Megatron's Glorious Reappearing, but his faith was beginning to waver. The Autobots were too strong now. The Fist Minicon War had depleted the Autobot numbers drastically, down to a minor resistance. The breif peace following that war saw more Autbots rise, but the Cybertronian Wars started up again. Autobot numbers had dwindled fast. Then the Second Minicon War arrived, and the Autobots began to win. Then the Unicron battles came, battling the massive Transformer known as Unicron. Megatron (or Galvatron, as he was known at the time) had sacrificed himself to save Cybertron, to stop the burning hatred on the planet and force Unicron to find other energy sources. Starscream had sacrificed himself to push for the peace between the Autobots and Decepticons, all to combat Unicron. All that sacrifice...just for a peace that has lasted longer than any other peace in Cybertronian history. The Decepticons' morale had been shattered after finding out that Megatron was dead. Some still held to the belief that Megatron would return, greater and more terrible than ever before. How Tidal Wave longed for that day. "Ahh, Decepticons. Always so uptight." the Autobot grumbled. "When they were made, the makers forgot to put in the relax chip." another Autobot said, and the two laughed. Why did they have to laugh at him? He'd show them, one day. Tidal Wave saw a glimmer in the distance. He might have shrugged it off as a star, but there were more of them. This didn't look good. Tidal Wave turned to warn the others, but they had left. When Tidal Wave turned around, he could see what these things were. There were a horde of bots built like birds flying at them, carrying what looked like big robot cats. "Uh-oh." Tidal Wave's gravelly voice said, before he was engulfed in blasterfire. Back on Earth, a circular dot sat in the middle of the ocean. It was a sprawling city, named Ocean City. Autobots weren't good at naming things. Water flowed off of it in deluges. A Transformer stepped out of the front gate as the road bridge extended to meet the city. The bot had spindly legs, which acted as his treads in vehicle mode. His shoulders held two long cannons that were his main cannons in vehicle mode. His torso was short and, from the side, shaped like home plate from a baseball game. He wore the Decepticon insignia proudly on his chest, and his head...his head was odd. One of his eyes was bigger than the other, and a different color. This was Demolishor, not too bright, but a strong warrior and loyal to Megatron. "Hey, what's going on? No one told me we were surfacing!" Demolishor asked in his deep voice. He sounded like he wasn't very smart. "Comin' through!" a voice yelled. A motorcycle zipped in between Demolishor's legs. "Kicker! What do you think you're doing?" Demolishor called out after the speed demon. Kicker was the average 16-year old. He was rebellious, he cared mostly for himself, and rarely listened to authority. His brown hair flew out from behind him, out the bottom of his helmet. "Move it, Demolishor!" another voice called out. On Mars, they had stopped receiving signals from Asteroid Base. The two were in contact almost constantly, as Asteroid Base was in constant need of machinery. “What the? Hey, Blaster, we just lost contact with the Asteroid Base!” an Autobot called out. “What?” Blaster walked over to the console. There were no transmissions of any kind coming from the Asteroid Base. “Radio Optimus. He needs to know about this.” A blip appeared on the radar. “What’s that?” the comm officer asked. “The reason to radio Optimus. Get that transmission sent!” Blaster ordered as the blips multiplied exponentially. Just as the transmission was sent, Blaster’s world erupted in fire. A yellow car sped past Demolishor, who had only just gotten out of the way. The car sped on to catch up with Kicker. He is a yellow car in vehicle mode. In robot mode, his front doors spread over his shoulders like wings. His torso was broad, and his arms were somewhat thin. His head was red at the top, with a fin popping up like a sharp hill. His legs were composed of the front of the car. He has blue eyes. He is headstrong, and has a fairly bad temper. This is Hot Shot. Loyal to the Autobots forever, he is one of the few who served with Optimus Prime during the Second Minicon War and the Unicron Battles. He is a veteran soldier, and something of a hero to the rookies. “Pull over, Kicker!” Hot shot yelled. “Try and catch me!” Kicker called back. Elsewhere within Ocean City, Optimus Prime was educating some rookies. He was oddly built. His torso was large, and his arms and legs were spindly by comparison. He wore the Autobot insignia proudly on his shoulder. His head had no mouth, and his eyes were yellow. In vehicle mode he is a truck, complete with a trailer. He is powerful, he is compassionate, and he has a great respect for life. He is everything the Autobots stand for. He threw a bot over his head and into the ground. “Now, who’s next?” Optimus asked the assembled rookies. “I’ll go again!” the bot Optimus had just beaten said. This bot had a blocky body, and his doors for his vehicle mode spread out over his shoulders like Hot Shot’s did. He was blue, as were his eyes. His head was a dome, with four cylinders coming out of it, two to a side. He had two guns placed next to his head, along with flood lamps. His legs formed the front of his vehicle mode, an SUV. This was Ironhide, as loyal an Autobot as anyone. He was hotheaded, and very green. He still had much to learn about being a warrior. “I admire your courage, Ironhide. You remind me of Hot Shot.” Optimus complimented. “You…you really think so?” Ironhide stammered. “Of course. I don’t throw compliments like that around freely.” Optimus replied. Just then, Inferno ran into the arena. Inferno was red. Bright red, like a firetruck, which he was in vehicle mode. He had a large plasma cannon on his arm. His face was a light blue, and his eyes were orange. Two plates on either side of his head served as a blast mask. Inferno was more of a computer specialist than a warrior, but he was ready to do anything Optimus asked of him. “ Optimus, sir, we just received a report from Mars! They’re under attack!” He said. “What? Tell Jetfire to meet us at the space bridge! Ironhide, come with me! The rest of you are dismissed!” Optimus barked. At the space bridge, Jetfire was waiting. Jetfire was an odd sort of space shuttle, more like a starfighter than anything in vehicle mode. He was a dark red, had no mouth, and one optical plate for his eyes. “What’s happening, Optimus, sir?” Jetfire asked. “Mars City is under attack. We’re going to help them.” Optimus replied. Ironhide, Inferno, Jetfire, and Optimus all transformed and headed through the space bridge. Shortly thereafter, they arrived at the ruins of Mars City. On the moon, a lone Decepticon stood. He was black and white, most of him winter camouflage. He had two wrist blasters, and propellers and tail on his back for his vehicle mode, a helicopter. His face was orange, and his optics were green. This was Cyclonus, the second most mentally unstable of all Decepticons, and wondering when he’s going to be able to kill something. He’d heard about the attack on Mars City. “Ohhh, I can’t wait until they get here!” he exclaimed in his high-pitched voice. “Will they attack here?” He pointed his wrist blaster in one direction. “Or here?” He pointed another direction. “Or maybe here?” He began to swing his guns around wildly. “Ohh, I can’t wait! I’m tingling all over!” He began to cackle maniacally and fire his blasters every which way, until space responded with a storm of yellow blasterfire. “AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Cyclonus screamed has he was engulfed by the wave of weaponry. Optimus and his group arrived on Mars, only to find the city in ruins. “No…” Ironhide said. “I’m not detecting any survivors. I am detecting, however, large amounts of Energon missing.” Inferno said. “Energon? But who would steal Energon? And why?” Optimus said. Just then, Optimus’ comlink beeped. The moon had just been hit. Earth was likely the next target. “All right, Autobots! We have to get back to Earth. Our mystery attacker has just hit the moon, and he may just hit Earth next. Autobots, transform and rollout!” Optimus barked. The space bridge reopened, and the Autobots went through. Hot Shot was racing to keep up with Kicker. “Slow down, willya!” Hot Shot cried. Kicker suddenly stopped. His hair flashed yellow. Hot Shot pulled up next to him. “Something wrong, Kicker?” he asked. Kicker looked up. “There! Do you see them?” he pointed. Hot Shot transformed. “I don’t see anything.” He said. Kicker pointed insistently. “There! Fire there!” he yelled. “I don’t see anything.” “Just do it!” “Fine. I’m telling you, there’s nothing there.” Hot shot sighed. He raised his blaster and fired where kicker was pointing. Nothing. “See, nothing there.” “Well, you missed. Fire again!” Hot Shot did so. This time, the area responded with a hail of blasterfire. “Get back to the city!” Hot Shot yelled as he began to return fire. The space bridge opened then, and Optimus and his men came through. They rolled up next to Hot Shot and transformed. “Where did these things come from?” Optimus asked as he began firing back at the attacking Terrorcons. “They came out of nowhere! Kicker sensed their approach before I saw them!” Hot Shot called back. The Terrorcon Divebomb units deposited their Ravage units on the ground and all over the city. Demolishor stared stupidly as the Ravage units blasted through the door he was guarding. “Demolishor! Don’t just stand there, do something!” Ironhide yelled. “Oh! Uh, right!” Demolishor stammered, and he began to blast the Ravage drones. “I think we need more firepower! OP units, deploy!” Optimus shouted. He then leapt up into the air as the OP units flew to join him. “Optimus Prime Super Mode transform!” Optimus shouted. “Fire one, combine!” The orange fire unit combined with Optimus’ arm. “Copter two, combine!” The white copter unit combined with Optimus’ other arm. “Digger three, combine!” The yellow digger unit combined with Optimus’ leg. “Submarine four, combine!” The blue submarine combined with Optimus’ other leg. The halves of the battle helmet behind Optimus’ head snapped into place over his normal face, and his chest compartment opened. “Optimus Prime Super Mode powerlink complete!” Optimus began blasting away with his improved firepower. He then leapt into the air again and activated all of his gunports. “Energon Blast!” he shouted as lasers poured from his body in all directions, destroying everything they touched. Hundreds of Terrorcons were destroyed in the barrage. Optimus then noted Kicker was driving away with several Terrorcons on him. “I’ll save you!” he shouted. A shot from one of the Divebomb drones blasted Kicker off of his motorcycle. Optimus threw an energy orb at him. The orb struck, and encased Kicker in white armor, with the Autobot insignia on the chest. Kicker hit the ground then. The suit didn’t stop that from hurting. The remaining Terrorcons fled, seeing they were outmatched. Optimus and the other Autobots gathered around Kicker. “Are you all right?” Optimus asked. “Fine.” Kicker snapped. “Like I needed your help anyway.” “You can thank your father for that suit. He made it especially for you. He knew you wouldn’t listen to anyone, so that suit is made to protect you.” Optimus said. “I wouldn’t need this suit if you bots weren’t here.” “Pardon?” “Humans have existed for thousands of years just fine before you bots had to stick your big noses into our business. We don’t need you, and neither do I.” “Kicker, please. We’re here now, and you may as well accept it. If we weren’t here, who would have driven those bots off?” Optimus asked. “Our military. We do have one, you know.” “Your military wouldn’t be strong enough to repel these assaults. Besides, don’t you see how much your society has matured since we arrived?” Kicker said nothing. “Come on. Let’s go inside.” Optimus said, and everyone filed back into the city. Back within Unicron, Alpha Q marveled at the sight of the payload of Energon they had received. This wasn’t nearly enough, but it was a start. Alpha Q watched the events on Earth. His Green Head was showing. “Well, looks like we have failed on Earth.” It said. He rotated to the Happy Head. “Yes, but there are plenty of other Earth-Cybertron cities for us to raid.” The Angry Head rotated into view. “But where to strike next?” The Green Head rotated into place. “Who knows? The more random we are, the less likely we are to be stopped.” The Angry head rotated in. “That should keep those mindless Autobots on their toes.” The Happy Head appeared. “At this rate, Unicron will be reactivated in no time!” The heads began to spin rapidly. “And then we will have our planets!” they said. And Alpha Q was happy and excited, For they would soon be reunited with their planets. Not if Optimus has any say in this. Unicron thought. He began building a backup plan, just in case he was destroyed. Let’s see what Optimus’ next move will be. I only hope Alpha Q won’t make any stupid mistakes. Deep within Unicron, phantoms stirred. There was a wall with a figure stuck in it. This figure looked horribly damaged. Its two massive shoulders, which looked like treads, were heavily damaged. One of them had been completely ripped open. The colors had faded drastically, but a Decepticon insignia could be seen below the treads and on the chest. Its optics were inactive, and its large, ridged horns were eroded heavily. Within, its spark was barely active. It sensed Energon, and began to siphon some off for the body. This would help serve the spark’s purpose nicely. This spark, the spark of Galvatron, became vaguely aware of his surroundings.