Chapter 7: Blurr aimed both of his pistols at Ratbat, and jumped from his hiding spot, firing both of them. Nailing Ratbat with the first few shots, he spun around and shouted, “Blurr, fool! You shouldn’t have come!” Blurr tackled Ratbat and knocked him to the ground. “Shut it, you poor excuse for life.” Blurr slammed his fist into Ratbat’s head. Ratbat grunted, “I have more power now.” Blurr was blown off of him in seconds as blasts of energy erupted from his hands. Blurr sailed through the air and hit the side of the reactor. Activating his communicator, he urgently shouted, “Iron-Man, how much longer?!” “Another ten minutes at the least.” “Hurry! Drench, I need you!” Ratbat fired his super-charged arm gun at Blurr. It nailed him in the shoulder, sending him spinning into the ground. “Can’t, surrounded by two trucks, two tanks, and three cars!” “Hot Shot!” “I’m back to back with Drench. And make that four cars…” Blurr grunted, and slid to the side, narrowly avoiding another laser blast. “Your team has left you for dead, Blurr. Like you left me, oh how poetic.” On the opposite side of the compound, Hot Shot and Drench were surrounded by drones. Hot Shot whispered to Drench, “Um, what do we do, there are eight of them. And if we moved more than a micrometer, we’ll be blown to pieces!” Drench laughed, “Yeah, well, I’m going to take a few of them with me. You’ve got your big gun, right?” “I’d have to transform it out, but, yeah.” “Then I have an idea.” Drench changed the ammo type on his grenade launcher, and quickly pointed it straight up into the air. Pulling the trigger, he shouted, “Now!“ The following result was an explosion of light. The drones shouted, distracted. Hot Shot’s gun transformed out over his head, and he fires it full-strength at a tank drone. The power of the shot left a gaping hole in the center of the tank drones chest as he falls over. Drench punched a car drone into the ground and ripped its head off, then turned and changed to car mode, racing around the fallen tank body. Hot Shot transformed as well and followed him. The remaining drones transformed and followed after them. The car drones popped machine guns out of their hoods, and began firing several rounds. Drench and Hot Shot dodged and weaved around each other, and obstacles in the compound. A few grenades rolled out the back of Drench’s vehicle mode. The first burst into smoke and the second broke open and spewed tar out everywhere. The final began beeping as it slid into the tar as the cars and one of the trucks get stuck in it. In a deep voice, the truck shouted, “Plasma grenade!!!” and attempted to transform, but it goes off before he can. The drones are engulfed in massive fireball. Hot Shot shouted, “Yeah! Whoohoo!” Drench laughed and added, “I knew that tar grenade would come in handy someday.” Narrowly dodging another blast, Blurr attached both guns to his back, and focused on dodging each shot. He spun, slid and jumped out of the way. He even back flipped to miss one. “You are just as good as you used to be, Blurr, better even. Too bad, really, for I am the best now.” He split his double-sided sword into two normal heavy swords. He ran for Blurr, who moved to the side to dodge the first ones. As Ratbat sliced at him, Blurr ducked and moved left and right as he continued to move back. Suddenly he stopped, as bumped into the side of a building. Ratbat laughed, “Haha, It’s over now. I have won!” He stabbed forward with both swords. Ratbat felt the force of them passing through a body, but the tips hadn’t even reached Blurr. “How…” Blurr’s optics widened. “No…not…“ Slowly, the form of Mirage appeared in between them, both swords in his chest. “Sur…prise…” Mirage painfully whispered as he fired his missile launcher. It launched and ripped into Ratbat’s chest, exploding. He lost grip on the swords and went sailing several meters away from them. Mirage slumped backwards into Blurr’s arms. Blurr quickly dropped and kneeled with Mirage. “Mirage, buddy…hold on.” He gently pulled the swords out of Mirage’s chest, as energon began leaking out. Mirage shook his head, putting a hand on Blurr’s shoulder, “My spark is pierced. I can’t be saved.” “No, no. You’re going to go home, you’re going to see your home again.” “Primus awaits me, Blurr.” “Not today, he’s not.” Reactivating his communicator he shouted, “Man down! Man down!” Mirage tightened his grip on Blurr’s shoulder as he coughed. The pool of energon beginning to surround Blurr got larger and larger. “Complete the job…complete the job…” Blurr shook his head, picking up Mirage’s body, “No, I am getting you out of here.” Mirage’s hand loosened grip from Blurr’s shoulder. Blurr began running to the compound exit, when three jet drones landed in front of him. They aimed their machine guns at Blurr. “Execution ordered.” One of the drones added with no emotion. “Surrender or be terminated immediately.”
Chapter 8: Mirage’s optics flickered, and looked to Blurr‘s head. “Leave me…run…” Blurr looked down at Mirage, “Never!” Blurr slid to the side and pulled a pistol off his back while still holding onto Mirage. The jet drones began firing their machine guns, but were bad shots. Blurr ran sideways as he fired on the drone. Few shots hit him, but the couple he fired landed in key areas on the drones. One hit a drone’s head, killing it instantly, another shot destroyed one’s machine gun. The radio came to life as Tony’s voice is heard loud and clear. “Ready to blow, everyone, evac, now!” Blurr called through, “Sara, I need the quickest exit. Sara?” What he heard surprised him, Sara sounded as if she was crying. “It’s…m-m-my fault…I told him to help…I…” Realizing what she was saying, Blurr replied, as he shot down another drone. “Sara, it’s not your fault. Mirage did what he did of his own accord. Now, which way!” Sara’s voice trembled, but replied, “T-ten…o’ clock.” Blurr turned to his left, and began running in the direction Sara indicated. He fired behind him, but doubted he hit anything. He glanced back once, and stopped immediately. He watched Ratbat fly up to the reactor, and punch Iron-Man as he was about to fly out. Glancing from Mirage to Iron-Man, he quickly set Mirage on the ground, and pulled his other pistol off his back. Aiming as carefully as he could, he shot blast after blast at Ratbat. Iron-Man was able to escape and fly out. Ratbat turned to Blurr, and rocketed towards him. He got tackled hard, and slid to the ground. Ratbat punched him in the head repeatedly, before Blurr could knock him off. Blurr shouted, “It’s over, Ratbat. The reactor is going to explode!” Ratbat looked at him, and in a surprisingly calm and pleased voice, he said, “I know.” He fired his gun, still overcharged, right into Blurr’s chest. Blurr fell firmly to the ground. He used one hand to partially stabilize himself, but still couldn’t stand back up. Ratbat transformed into jet mode, and flew straight up into the air. As Ratbat flew, he activated something special, his secret weapon. Ratbat knew that right now, far away on his other starship, a very powerful being reactivated. The Autobots won’t know what hit them, Ratbat thought. Even now, that being will be stepping out of his container and exiting the starship. And already he had a target. It was nothing but a distraction, but it was a very strong distraction. Drench and Hot Shot raced out the gate, and continued driving until they were to the main road, a far enough distance from the reactor. They changed to robot mode, and saw Iron-Man fly out of the compound and joined them. He joined them just in time, as the reactor exploded. Waves of blue energy escaped and tore through everything, annihilating the reactor. The walls of the compound broke apart and blew away from their foundations due to the force. It all lasted less than a minute, and what was left was rubble and flames. Hot Shot whispered, “Blurr?” He glanced at Drench, who's eyes drifted down and looked away. “Mirage?” Hot Shot said, now louder. He stepped forward a few feet, and brought his visor down over his eyes, zooming in towards the wreckage. Iron-Man’s voice broke the silence, “I’m sorry, Hot Shot…no one could sur-” “No, wait! I see something.” Drench looked up and stepped forward. Iron-Man floated forward, and deactivated his thrusters, landing on the ground.
Epilogue: Out of the flames came a battered and beaten form. His body was burned and covered with smoke particles and light blue spark energon. There were cracks all over his armor, exposed wiring in his shoulder and one arm. His chest armor was ruined. One of the exhaust pipe sets on his head was broken apart, while the other was bent. He face mask was cracked and half was missing. In his arms he carried another burnt form, one of a formerly black and yellow car bot. There were large gashes in his chest, and no life in his body. He was dead. Hot Shot, Drench and Iron-Man ran out towards the standing form, who fell to the ground while they were running. Drench shouted, “You’re alive.” The form didn’t seem to notice him, “He’s going to Cybertron.” Hot Shot stopped a few meters away, and said, “Are you okay?” The form only looked at them with dull optics. Optics that had seen much suffering, and almost as many deaths. The fastest Autobot, he was once called. He had served through more than twenty long campaigns, putting away many criminals, and killing any he needed to. He had served alongside heroes, but never considered himself one. He couldn’t, it wasn’t in his programming. He had saved many, and won a fight by being there more times than almost any other bot. Others called him a hero, and he had received many awards. He always gave the awards away to soldiers he thought deserved them more. For a long time, he had fought alongside a jet bot. The jet was cunning and smart. But he betrayed him. He attempted to steal crystals from a planet. The form stopped him, sent him to jail. The battle had been long and hard, spanning nearly a week and going across three planets, but the form had done it, he had won. The traitor had been sent to prison, never to be heard from again. But he was, he returned. At first, he wasn’t hard to fight, but quickly that changed. He became powerful. The form continued to walk past both Drench and Hot Shot. Iron-Man jumped out of the way to avoid getting kicked by him. He spoke again, “I told him I’d transfer him back to Cybertron after the fight. I gave him my word. He will go home, he will see him home again, he’ll see Cliff, his best friend. They’ll have a great time, laughing, racing. Nothing will stop them. He’ll enjoy himself with his friends. His friends…my friend…” Drench came a little closer. “He’s dead.” The form refused to believe it, “No, he’s fine, just needs repairs, that’s all. Repairs. He’ll be repaired, he’ll go home…have fun with Cliff. That‘s what he‘ll do.” Drench stepped in front of the form. “Stop. He is dead. You can‘t bring him back just by saying so.” The Autobot dropped to his knees, his hands slowly letting go of the body, that rolled off his legs and fell to grounds with a quiet thud. Hot Shot murmured to himself, stepping closer, “Mirage…dead? No…” The Autobot remained quiet for multiple minutes staring at the body. He then looked up at the sky, and with all his might, he shouted, “RATBAT!!! I will hunt you down. There will be nothing left of you, NOTHING!!!” The form was the Autobot commander of the Earth Defense Team. He was a hero, he was Blurr.
I can cry at my own stuff. Anyway, I just wanted to say that Heroes will be back after a brief hiatus. Should only be a week or two. Please comment on these two episodes, even if it is just to say you liked it. The number of comments I get will influence the length of this series. Coming Soon: Episode 3: Terror Rising!!
Episode Three: “Terror Rising” Written By: Galvanitro Prologue: October 11th, 2010 6:00 A.M., Washington D.C. The silence was deafening to Brawl. The peaceful human insects, ugh, it made him feel sick. The sun was only just beginning to rise, as the large bot made his way toward the U.S. capitol. He was walking and hiding, why? Because he had to make it into the city undetected. The cover of night and an awful swim in the ocean got him most of the way there. His servos whined and he shook himself again. Water… First, he had landed in an Army base, and scanned a human tank, making his own modifications in the design as he saw fit, then he followed the plan…for destruction. Approaching a road, he shifted his gaze down at the human cars going by. No one noticed the twenty foot tall robot, how unfortunate. He transformed his arm cannon, and was tempted to shoot. No…it would blow his cover. As long as he had it, he might as well use it. He wasn’t far off from the ‘National Mall’ or whatever slaggin name the insects had given it. Lumbering along, the ground cracking from his heavy weight, Brawl thought about his commander, Ratbat. Sure, he was creepy, but he was also powerful, and his plan to take over the universe was the best Brawl had ever heard. Convincing anyone other than a few ground soldiers, who weren’t even worth the amount of space they took up, was near-impossible, and the two had given up on finding anyone else. That would all change soon…very soon. Supreme Commander Ratbat, and his General, Brawl. That would be a wonderful day. A day of death and destruction. The others would look up to him, not down on him, like they had in the past. He felt unusually calm. Normally he’d be running around, blasting things apart, being loud and proud…but he didn’t…oh…it didn’t matter. There…he had gotten far enough into the city. “Ratbat, I am here.” He said into his communicator. “Good. You may feel some pain in your head for a moment, but it will be over quickly.” “What do you me-?” Brawl asked questioningly, before he felt the burst in his head. Destruction. Pain. Suffering. It all sounded good to him. He shouted, “Foolish human insects! I am here…I am Brawl!” He transformed into tank mode, and began rolling into the street. People screamed, and shouted as he rammed right into a bus. It exploded as he rolled over it and into the inner city of Washington. “All of you flesh creatures are alike. Small, weak…” He said. All the smaller turrets on him began firing randomly in various directions. “What fun!” He continued to roll forward. There was a traffic jam up ahead, however. At the site, Brawl only laughed, and increased speed. He began blasting his main tank cannon. It tore through the intersection, destroying cars, sending others flying into buildings and other cars. After blowing through a few more intersections, he rolled onto the so-called National Mall and transformed, sliding a short distance. He shouted, “Weaklings!” as people ran and screamed, some fires beginning in the wreckages of cars. He activated his cannon, but couldn’t decide which building to attack first. So many choices…so many choices. A faint helicopter sound startled him. He turned, and saw three military helicopters flying in his direction. With a deep laugh, he fired his arm-mounted cannon three times, nailing two and narrowly missing the third. The remaining helicopter narrowly avoided flying into the Washington Monument as it came closer to Brawl. Four air-to-ground missiles flew down to him. He fired his cannon twice destroying three of the missiles. The last one hit him dead on in the chest. He got knocked back only a few feet, barely any movement to him. And not much damage. “Is that the best you can do?!” Another shot fired, and the final helicopter landed in a smoldering wreck, exploding moments later.