TRANSFORMERS: JOURNEY OF MEMORIES, a post-cybertron fanfic

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  1. myhobby

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    hi, it's myhobby, and this is my first fanfic!
    after watching the cybertron DVD collection, i thought that they left a lot
    open for continuation. so i thought: hey! i could continue it in a fan fiction!
    so without further ado,


    TRANSFORMERS: JOURNEY OF MEMORIES a post-cybertron fan-fic
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    Crumplezone lifted his head and spat out the dirt in his mouth.
    “Pitooie! Didn’t you put a steering wheel on the rocket when you built it little buddy?”
    “Whaddaya mean, Crumplezone?” Ransack replied. “You designed most of it!”
    “Did not!”
    “Did too!”
    “Did not!”
    Thunderblast cut the exchange short. “I don’t care who designed it, I just want somebody to fix it!”
    A melancholy voice spoke up from the ground, “Whah don’t yew jes’ fix it yer self, lady?”
    “Because I’m a lady, I shouldn’t need to do hard work when big strong boys are around,”Thunderblast pouted at Thundercracker.
    “besides, it wasn’t me who crashed the ship onto this trash-heap of a rock!”
    Thundercracker stood up and surveyed the damage. “Heh, we have Crumplezone to blame for that.”
    He picked up a fragment of the rocket. “It’s gonna take all’a us ta’ put this thing back together,”
    Looking up at the sky he added, “’Specially if we’re gonna get back ter Cybertron.”
    To this Ransack replied, “Oh no! we’re the New Decepticons! We ain't goin’ back to Cybertron, no way!”
    “Yeah!” Crumplezone exclaimed. “We’re our own bots now! We can do whatever we want!”
    Thundercracker moped, “But, ah was havin’ fun bein’ an Autobot… it’s no fun loosin’ all the tahm.”
    Thunderblast mockingly rubbed her hands over her optics, “Boo hoo, is the poor wittle Thunderkwacker feeling sad? Well, so what?”
    She slapped Thundercracker on the cheek.
    “If you don’t want to be with us, you can just get lost!”
    Thundercracker rubbed his cheek ruefully, “Well if that’s the way you feel, see yah! Ahll find mah own way back ter Cybertron.”
    Transforming he flew off, leaving the other three to bicker amongst themselves.


    Elsewhere, an evil being stirred. The Transformer’s massive frame shifted in its tiny prison.
    Dwelling in silence for decades, the large Decepticon was coming fully awake.
    A strange voice spoke, “Tell me, what is your home planet?”
    The Transformer’s optics flared, “Pl-Planet… Q.” It replied weekly.
    “No.” the strange voice again spoke, “the true name, tell me the true name!”
    “No one knows the true name,” the robot tried to explain. “no one but me and Alpha Q.”
    “Come now, you can trust me,” the voice implored. “we are good friends.”
    “We are good friends…” the robot spoke in monotone. Then its optics brightened fully.
    Flailing its massive fists, the robot broke free of the earth and rock prison it was trapped in.
    Lifting its head, it roared out to the sky, “Quintessa!”
    **********************************************************​


    so if any one has thoughts about it, questions, criticisms or just want to give your post count a boost, let me know!
    (at least pretend your commenting on it if you're just going to adjust said post count):p 
     
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  2. myhobby

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    and now i bring you part two of my story.


    **********************************************************
    Optimus Prime was deep in thought.
    Ever since the black hole vanished, he had been having strange dreams.
    “Or, are they something more?” He asked himself. “Things I may have forgotten,
    or things that are to come?”
    He lay down on his cot, willing sleep to come. “Perhaps I can study my dreams tonight, sift though the clues.”

    Time passes…

    Optimus was in the middle of a fire-fight, lasers coming from left and right.
    He was on Cybertron, and it was at war.
    He saw Red Alert and Hotshot, they looked different but somehow he could see it was them.
    Leaping off of a tall building, they attacked a group of robots- robots that all looked alike.
    He started to follow them, but something stopped him.
    It was Megatron.
    No! You’re dead! Optimus tried to speak, but no words came forth.
    Leaping down, Megatron grabbed Optimus by the neck.
    “I would have waited an eternity for this!”
    Red Alert looked in Optimus’s direction. “Optimus, wake up! Come on now. It’s morning!”


    Time passes…

    “Optimus? Optimus? We’re ready to start.”
    Optimus activated his optics. “Oh, it’s just you Red Alert.”
    Red Alert smiled, “Who were you expecting?”
    Optimus rubbed the back of his neck. “No one. Have you had any weird dreams lately?”
    Red Alert looked puzzled. “No, why do you ask?”
    Optimus stood up. “It’s nothing. Is everything in position?”
    “Yes sir, the troops are waiting on your word.”
    “Good!”
    Reaching the mess hall of the ship, Optimus spoke to his troops.
    “Men, we embarked on this mission with one goal in mind; to bring the galaxy closer together with the space bridge network.
    I know we had our differences before, but we can work together to make this plan a reality.”
    Leobreaker spoke up. “So where do we start Optimus?”
    Optimus Prime pointed to Menasor. “I’m appointing Menasor as our forebot.
    He has the greatest experience in construction.”
    Menasor’s optics bulged. “Me Optimus? But ah have nae experience leadin’ bots.”
    “I know you won’t let me down Menasor, and I’ll be behind you the whole way.”
    The large Gigantion bowed respectfully. “Thank ye for this opportunity, m’ laird.”
    Optimus turned to Red Alert. “have you seen Scattershot?”
    “Uh, no Optimus. I haven’t seen him since we blasted off.”
    Almost on cue, Scattershot ran into the mess hall. “Optimus! We’ve got a situation!”
    Optimus turned toward him. “what is it?”
    Scattershot was just about panicking. “I don’t know, but it’s giving off tons of energey readings!”
    They all headed to the cockpit, and all were amazed at what they saw.
    It looked like a red cloud, about the size of Earth’s moon, and two transformers where fighting each other inside.
    One of those transformers was Vector Prime.
    **********************************************************​

    any thoughts?
     
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    Solid!
     
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    that's a thought to be sure!:D 

    but is it "funky light show" worthy?:inquisiti 
    that remains to be seen.
     
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    for part three, i once again jump to a different front.
    i want to show how all the characters are getting on before advancing any
    of their stories.
    so, now that my redundant tirade is over: part 3!

    **********************************************************
    “OK” Hotshot thought. “here goes nothing!”
    It was Hotshot’s second week as leader of Velocitron. Today he was visiting schools around the planet, to teach young Velocitrons racing tips and tricks.
    Clocker spoke up, “Boss, we have a half hour before we need to be in delta sector!”
    Hotshot smiled. “That’s twenty minutes to kill! I’ll race you!”
    “O-OK sir!”
    Transforming, they sped off down the road; Kicking up dust and laughing like two old friends.
    “Hey, Hotshot?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Someone’s trying to catch up to us!”
    Turning his optic sensors to the rear, Hotshot saw just who was following them.
    “Oh no, not Excellion…”
    Driving up beside the blue tank, Excellion smirked.
    “oh, hey not shot! How’s teaching brats been to yah?”
    Clocker took offence, “hey! You can’t speak that way to the leader of Velocitron!”
    Hotshot interrupted, “thanks Clocker, but I can deal with him.”
    Hotshot transformed and stepped in front of the red sports car, causing Excellion to swerve out of the way.
    “what’s the big idea, jerk?” Execllion shouted. “You could have scratched my paint!”
    Hotshot brushed him off. “do you have something to say? Or am I wasting my time?”
    Excellion smirked. “sure, I have something to say! I always have something to say!”
    “that’s an understatement.” Clocker mumbled.
    Excellion grimaced. “can we talk out of little-fanboy-earshot?”
    Hotshot sighed. “Clocker, I can handle this.”
    Clocker sighed. “yes sir.”
    Hotshot winked at his major-domo. “just don’t let me be late, OK?”
    Clocker stood at attention. “sir, no sir!”
    Hotshot walked over to the red-orange Velocitron. “you have ten minutes.”
    Excellion grinned. “and yet, I only need five! See, here’s the thing: you stink at being a leader.”
    “huh?”
    “you had never even been to Velocitron before the black hole crises. See, to rebuild we need an experienced leader,
    Someone who isn’t afraid to take charge. We need someone who can see the big picture, not just this little stuff!”
    Hotshot frowned. “you don’t see the future generation as important?”
    Excellion shook his head. “now, now. Don’t try to make me the bad guy. I’m just saying that we need someone who can make the tough decisions!
    Some one like…” Excellion smiled. “me!”
    Hotshot crossed his arms. “you just spent three minutes telling me the same thing,
    over and over again. I think you’ve had enough of my attention.”
    Excellion rolled his optics. “alright, I’ll cut to the chase.
    I want to race you, for leadership of Velocitron!”
    Clocker couldn’t help overhearing. “you can’t, not till the next scheduled race.”
    Excellion was puzzled. “when’s that?”
    Clocker consulted his blueberry. “about… four solar cycles.”
    Excellion growled. “then I still want to race.”
    He turned to Hotshot. “the winner gets waxed and shined twice a week by the looser,
    for six months!”
    Hotshot grinned. Even as a leader he couldn’t resist a challenge.
    “you’re on! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to teach some protoforms how to keep from overheating.”
    Driving off he added, “you are my prime example of what not to do!”




    “it’s about time they left! We were almost caught!”
    A short, thin robot was sneaking along under the road that the challenge was issued on.
    Following him, a shorter, heavier set robot was laying charges on the beam supports.
    “if you’d stop complaining and start helping, we could be done by now!”
    The thin robot shrugged. “it’s not like we have anywhere else to be right now.”
    “it’s times like this I wish I had gone with Cannonball.” The thick robot lamented.
    The thin robot put his arm around the shorter robot’s shoulders.
    “but then we wouldn’t be a team, Brushguard!”
    Brushguard shrugged off the offending arm. “that, Swindle, is my point.”​
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    as you can see, I'm adding a lot of toy only characters! (redundancy)
     
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    well, it's been long enough. here's an update.
    ********************************************
    “Fool, do you not understand? I am going through, no matter what!”
    Vector Prime glared at the robot standing in front of him. “I will not allow you to destroy everything they worked so hard for!”
    The robot returned the glare. “Stand aside, brother!”
    Vector Prime raised his fists. “You lost the right to call me brother a long time ago, fallen one.”
    The Fallen raised his sword. “Very poetic. Let the battle be joined!”
    Vector Prime held his fists in a boxer’s defensive stance. The Fallen paused.
    “Do you merely bring your fists to a sword fight? Or are you simply that stupid? HA HA HA!”
    Vector Prime smiled. “I gave it to someone who needed it more than me. Perhaps he will loan it to you, if you ask nicely.”
    The Fallen roared in anger at Vector’s jest, charging at the Prime with sword lowered.



    Optimus stood in the open airlock. “If I’m not back in ten minutes, try to contact me. If you can’t reach me, return to Cybertron to get help.”
    Leobreaker stepped forward. “I’m coming too Optimus, you might need Savage Claw Mode!”
    Optimus shook his head. “We don’t know what’s out there. I don’t want to put more ‘bots in danger than I need to!”
    Menasor spoke up. “if ‘tis as dangerous as ye think m’ laird, perhaps ye should bring some ‘elp.”
    Optimus shook his head again. “I really don’t think-”
    Menasor smiled. “Actually, exercising mah newfound authority as your new ‘forebot’ ah demand ye take someone with ye. In case of emergency.”
    Scattershot looked at Leobreaker. “Can he do that?”
    Optimus frowned. “Menasor, you’re only the forebot in construction- oh, forget it! Come on Leobreaker.”
    The lion’s optics lit up. “Yah mean it, Optimus?”
    “We’ve wasted enough time already, let’s move!”
    Optimus ran to the air lock. “Optimus Prime, Supermode!”
    Transforming into flight mode, Optimus flew toward the cloud with Leobreaker on his back.


    The Fallen continued hacking and slashing at Vector Prime, with seemingly no effect.
    Somehow, Vector Prime was able to block every swing of his blade.
    The flaming robot was about to bring his sword down to cleave the Prime in two,
    But Vector grabbed it with both hands.
    The Fallen’s optics widened. “Impossible!”
    Vector shook his head. “Improbable.”
    Still holding on to the sword, Vector swung The Fallen around in a circle. “Bon voyage, Bowser!”
    Vector Prime released the blade, sending its cargo flying.
    The Fallen hit the ground hard.
    He got up and walked away. “I’ll be back, brother. Or I’ll find another way in.”


    The cloud began to dissipate.
    Leobreaker raised an eyebrow. “Well, that was a lot of worry over nothing.”
    Optimus wasn’t so sure. “I have I get the feeling that it’s just the beginning. The beginning of something bigger than we’ve ever faced before.”
    Leobreaker groaned. “Bigger than a black hole out to swallow the universe? Aw, I was just getting used to this whole ‘peaceful quiet’ thing.”
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    seems a lot of folks are using the fallen nowadays.
     
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    Often wondered what happened to everyone after the series. I like your take on it!
     
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    thanks! i liked "cybertron" but, like animated (not quite that bad), it left a lot open.
    definitely has story potential.

    the four "lost city" ships and their crews building space bridges.
    hotshot, the leader of speed planet.
    the "new" decepticons.
    starscream and co., who they heavily emphasized was not dead.
    vector prime, who they equally emphasized on the not-deadness.
    jetfire, leader in the absence of optimus.
    plus, there are all the non-show toys as well.
    and, does closing the black hole mean that the whole "good-evil" balance rule is forgotten?
    not to mention, "no dating till I'm gone!" (is that what he said? somthing like that.)

    I'll try to touch on all of these, while weaving an interesting story.:) 
     
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    update.
    Bud walked down the hallway with jolt in tow. "Thundercracker? Hey Thundercracker!"
    Bud looked left and right, with no luck. "hey," Jolt asked. "maybe he's with the other decepticons. no one has seen any of them since the ships took off."
    Bud sighed angrily. "but i need to interview him some more! i need more footage!"
    Jolt patted Bud on the back. "he'll turn up sooner or later, let's go edit what we have!"
    "yeah!" all other problems forgotten, Bud and Jolt ran off to the command center of the autobot base, earth.
    "interesting..." a strange voice said. and then there was silence.



    Metroplex sat at the controls of the Lemuria, trying to ignore the jungle planet inhabitants behind him. "ach, fer the love o' spark! can ye no' eat any quieter?"
    Undermine looked up from his energon cube. "murphal goose cukcuk."
    Metroplex rolled his optics. "never mind, ah do nae wish to know what ye said... what's that!?!"
    a dark shape appeared out of nowhere. speeding toward the ship at blinding speed.
    "Signalflare! evasive maneuvers! freeeeddddooooommmmm!"
    Signalflare spun the yoke as fast as he could, but it was inevitable.
    the dark object drew closer, revealing it's shape to be that of a spaceship.
    Metroplex's optics widened. "tis huge! tis as large as me!"
    the ship crashed through the viewport and transformed.
    "raaaaggghhhhhh!!!" the giant robot charged at Brimstone, who could only scream as the robot tore him limb from limb.
    Undermine charged at the robot with weapons blistering. "I'll save you Brimstone!"
    the robot might have laughed, but it batted Undermine aside all the same.
    Metroplex raised his weapon at the monster. "ah've nae seen ye before, creacher. but ah'll nae let ye hurt mah friends and get away with it, ye ken?"
    the robot riped something shaped like a star from Brimstone's wreckage.
    "maaasssttteeerrr wwwaaaaannnnttttsssss eeennnneeerrrrrggggoooonnnnn..."
    suddenly a tail raised itself from behind the robot and shot out a blast that knocked Metroplex back to the wall.
    "tis but a flesh wound..." Metroplex raised his axe once again.
    "cyber key power!" the axe transformed into a gun, shooting the robot.
    the robot merely grinned. "mmmmaaaasssttteeerrr mmmaaaakkkeeess sssscooorrrpppoonoock ssstttrrrooonnnngggggeeerrr!"​
     
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    Ooooooo...very disconcerting. There seems to be no peace in the Transformer universe.
     
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    well, don't worry. it's not all gloom and doom.
    besides, peace would make for a boring story. (if i'm writing it.)

    sorry, no update. but i just saw this and just had to post it!

    :lol 
     
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    ach, tis only been about two months.

    ***************************************************


    Exellion and Hotshot lined up in front of the spectators as the announcer began his speech.

    "aaand now, the race you've all been waiting for, the munka spanka 5000!"
    the crowd's cheers could be heard for miles, even further down the course, where Brushguard and Swindle waited.

    "so all we have to do is, when Hotshot drives over the bombs, press this little button?" Swindle held up a mini (by transformers standards) remote control.

    Brushguard swiped the remote from his dimwitted companion. "be careful with that! you could blow us all to pit!"

    Swindle blinked. "huh?"

    all Brushguard could do was sigh. then, taking a few deep breaths, he replied, "remember? the bombs under the bleachers?"

    "oh yeah!" Swindle's optics lit up. "what are they for, again?"

    "dumb brute."

    Swindle squinted. "eh? what did you say?"

    Brushguard grinned cheesily. "i thought i saw someone i knew."

    Swindle scratched his head. "uh... sure..."

    Brushguard pointed to the overhead showing the starting line. "shh! it's starting!"

    the announcer lifted his speaker up to his mouth. "autobots! start your engines!"

    the revving of engines roared across the track.

    "GO!"

    immediately, Excellion took the lead, but Hotshot continued to close the distance.

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    more upcoming!
     
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    and if you believe that, i have a bridge to sell you.
    ******************************************

    sea slag captain's log #113.8

    we found a rusted hulk o' a ship no' far from the scrounge shippin' lanes, with damage the likes o' which i've nevar seen!
    the viewport was shivered all over the poop deck, which was also littered with the bodies o' a company o' autobots and decepticons.
    searching the ship fer booty, we found that all the dead lubbers had holes in their chest compartments, with a big chunk missin' out o' them.
    we were bamboozled to find survivors of this obvious attack, designated "signalflare" and "undermine" though both seemed to be on their last voyage.
    unfortunately, they were savable and are now recoverin' in our sickbay wit' some o' their minicon shipmates.
    no booty was to be found and we hightailed it outta there and hoped that we wouldn't run into whatever monster o' the deep did this.


    "ok, now we leave."
    swindle looked at his paunchy companion. "but the race is getting good!"
    "why do i even bother? bomb. switch. boom. distraction. get the picture?"
    swindle nodded slowly. "nooo..."
    "let's go, they'll reach the spot soon." brushguard got up and drove off, with swindle reluctantly in tow.

    hotshot continued catching up to his rival. "is that all you got!?!"
    excellion pushed himself as hard as he could. "what? you can't wait to loose?"
    "i just can't wait to see your face reflected in my shiny armor!"
    the two raced closer and closer to certain doom...
     

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