Figured I'd take a shot at the Animated universe, the writing for the previous 3 seasons was pretty solid built the story up and the framework is all there. Main goal so far is to keep the characters with the respective personas and add some growth while adding to the Animated mythos. The first installment is a bit of resetting the stage but enough of me babbling, hope you guys enjoy =) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Transformers ReAnimated Season 4#: Episode 1#: Aftermath “So it’s come to this…” a sigh escaped from Prime’s lips as he crossed both arms and looked out across the city. Cybertron had been a sight for sore optics but in the last couple solar cycles, Optimus had just about enough. A white hand landed on Optimus’ left shoulder. “You sick of the attention already? I thought you wanted to be a hero!” Ratchet cracked a half smile then lifted his hand away. He stood next to his captain and gazed at Cybertron. “We’re all going places now.” “I know…” echoed Optimus. He shut his optics and nodded. “I know.” “It wasn’t your fault, you know that right? Nobody could’ve stopped him. Primus, even Jazz couldn’t.” Optimus remained silent and kept his head down, Ratchet decided to drive the conversation elsewhere. “Did he even drop by before leaving?” asked Ratchet with a chuckle. Optimus’ optics opened and he turned his head to face Ratchet. “Yeah, he wanted to give his best and farewell before he headed off.” “That kid never could sit in a place too long. The glory and promotion went straight to his processor just as I guessed it would,” laughed Ratchet. He heaved his chest and turned to face the door. “Bulkhead is off too, probably got the biggest promotion out of us all. Who would’ve thought it?” “I presume you’re taking up your offer?” queried Optimus standing in Ratchet’s shadow. Ratchet turned his head and cracked another smile. “No… this old bot has seen enough action. Besides, I have some other promises to keep.” Ratchet began to walk away and as he left the room, he turned his head around. “A piece of advice Prime, keep your head level, trust your gut and good luck.” Optimus watched his comrade leave the chamber as the door slid close. “Will do.” ========== Sentinel threw his arms in the air and shook an imaginary object. “Where the frag does that low grade re…” Sentinel stopped midway into this sentence as his optic caught sight of Optimus. Optimus cocked an optic. “Oh hi Sentinel.” “OH HI? Where do… you get the nerve!” exclaimed Sentinel Prime. He watched on while Optimus ascended the steps and met him. Sentinel pushed his finger tapping on Prime’s chest. “Just cause you captured Megatron, Shockwave, Lugnut, round up stasis pods that were stolen during the Great War AND return 75% of the Allspark to Cybertron – doesn’t make you better than me. Understood?” “Whatever Sentinel,” replied Optimus. He had grown weary of Sentinel Prime’s shouting matches and as much as he wanted to take Jazz’s advice to spark, Optimus didn’t want to miss out on Sentinel getting all flustered up on his achievements. “I have a question for you before we start, where did you assign Bumblebee?” Sentinel scoffed and released the tension in his shoulders. “Sorry Optimus, but that’s top secret Elite Guard business. I think that ever since the whole Longarm Prime incident – intelligence outta be safeguarded around here.” Optimus gave him a glare but soon noticed another individual approaching. Optimus instantly gave a salute and received an awkward look from Sentinel. Optimus tried to make some facial expressions, but before Sentinel could catch on, the newcomer had already made his presence known. “Ah just the Primes I was looking for. As you were Optimus – it’s good to know some bots still know their manners,” spoke Alpha Trion. He tilted his head and stared at Sentinel. “Oh hey uhh… Alpha Trion, always good to see you up and about,” exclaimed Sentinel Prime scrambling to make an attempt to salute. He gave his comrade Optimus an icy glare and whispered under his breath. “Thanks a bunch buddy… You coulda given me a warning!” Optimus rolled his optics and turned his attention to the Autobot elder. “Ahem – Alpha Trion sir, what have you called upon this… what is this exactly?” “Ah for an unofficial meeting of course. Something that is off the record books and will stay that way provided nobody here slips their tongue.” Sentinel blinked momentarily. “Why are you both looking at me? Oh c’mon…” “There is a lot of turmoil on Cybertron right now – too much to simply deal with via the council and the Elite Guard. With Ultra Magnus still in critical condition and Optimus Prime’s return to Cybertron – faith and security has been restored to Cybertron for the most part. However, the Elite Guard forces are still stretched thin throughout the galaxy. Decepticon uprisings as reported by the Autobot engagements are not dwindling in number.” “Well they will be once we broadcast the shape their leader is in!” announced Sentinel making a stand. He turned to Optimus. “How do the humans say it? We’ve cut off the head of the snake and its right and left arms. The Decepticon cause is just a wounded animal now.” “Nice choice of metaphor Sentinel but a wounded animal may prove to be even more dangerous without a head. It’ll lash out in every direction without restraint,” retorted Optimus receiving some support from Alpha Trion. Then he smiled a bit. “Oh and snakes don’t have arms.” “Not anymore they don’t!” responded Sentinel Prime hastily trying to regain some respect. “That’s not really my point, but there is definitely the need to quell these uprisings. With Omega Supreme and the Magnus hammer back in possession, I believe its time to rally the troops. Someone needs to get to the outer rim and bolster the spirits of the Autobot Elite Guard and get the job done. Someone like…” Sentinel began to shake his hands and got worked up. “Well as much as I’d like to and am fully qualified to…” Alpha Trion raised his hand to pause Sentinel. “I was going to say someone like you Optimus Prime.” “Hey! Aren’t I the Magnus around here? Why do you get to make the decisions you bureaucratobot!” protested Sentinel Prime. Alpha Trion’s face became stern. “Although you are currently the highest ranking Prime that’s operational at the moment – the council does not back you 100%. Unfortunately we are split amongst our approval across the different Primes. Besides you’re needed here Sentinel Prime, on Cybertron. There is a lot to be done – bolstering Elite Guard defenses and dealing with the trial of Megatron, Shockwave and Lugnut.” Sentinel’s optics darted around and sighed a breath of relief. “Well if you insist that I’m the bot for the job, I couldn’t say no right?” “Yes, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. There also happens to be the case of your run in with the Decepticons in space Sentinel Prime. Cliffjumper reported to the council that a number of Autobot weapons, goods and information files were stolen by one of the Decepticon prisoners you brought back to Cybertron.” “Uh… yeah about that… I can explain…” “Make sure you deal with it,” replied Alpha Trion in a serious tone. He gave both Primes a stern look. “Cybertron needs you two now more than ever and everyone is going to have to give it their all. Can I count on your services to the Autobot cause?” Without a moment’s hesitation, both Optimus Prime and Sentinel Prime stood up straight and saluted the Autobot elder. “Yes sir!” ========== “How are you doing field tech?” asked a soft voice. Ratchet spun around surprised. “Oh hey!” The old med-bot re-stabilized himself and smiled warmly. “I’m fine thank you. How are you Arcee? Are you taking everything ok?” Arcee timidly walked onto the bridge of Omega Supreme. “Yes – thank you. I should be surprised… or shocked is a better word. But for some reason I’m not.” “Well I can’t imagine being offline for several thousands of stellar cycles and not being surprised at some revelations,” replied Ratchet getting up from his seat. Ratchet noted no response from Arcee. “Maybe it’s just me.” “Ratchet! Uhh sir!” came another voice. Ratchet caught sight of two smaller bots entering the bridge. They were punitive in stature and had similar designs. Ratchet motioned for Arcee to wait for him as he walked away to meet the two Autobot mechanics. “Umm… Huffer was it?” questioned Ratchet digging into his memory core for the bot’s identification. The blue one shook his head and waved his hand, then pointed to his slightly shorter orange partner. “That’d be him. I’m Pipes.” “Same protoform mold?” “You betcha,” replied Huffer. Ratchet scratched his chin and gave Arcee a look, then refocused on the two short Autobots before him. “Well what can I help you with?” “Actually we need you to sign off some data forms,” responded Pipes. He dug into his storage compartment and pulled out a data pad. With a twist of a switch, the pad virtualized several documents. “I’ll need you to sign…” Pipes peered over and pointed to several spots. “Here, here, here, here, here…” Ratchet groaned as he flipped the tip of his index finger off and out extended a digital pen tip. He proceeded to fill them in. Pipes watched on as the elderly med bot filled in the forms. He pulled the finished forms back into the pad as more forms came out. “Umm… there’s a few more you missed… Here, here, here, here and… here…” Ratchet clenched his teeth. “Anymore?” “Nope, we’re all done here!” smiled Pipes as he put the pad away. “Repairs are already approximately halfway completed. He should be fully operational within a couple solar cycles. Now if it’s all the same to you, we’ve gotta be heading back to the dock. New transwarp drives are coming in within the mega cycle and they’re not gonna install themselves!” Ratchet looked up and admired the repaired bridge. “That’s good to hear Pipes, can’t say you guys haven’t done a good job so far.” He turned back to Arcee and helped her down the stairs. “Now as for you, we gotta get you back to Perceptor’s lab. As much as you don’t like them, you’ve got one more checkup.” Arcee simply nodded and followed Ratchet down the steps and off of Omega Supreme’s bridge. ========== Optimus heaved his chest out and stepped aboard the Elite Guard ship. “Alright Optimus, this is what you’ve been waiting for. This is it – it’s a substitute job but it’s the job you’ve been waiting for.” Optimus continued to run it through his thoughts as he boarded the bridge. He stepped forward to be greeted by four Autobots. Optimus glanced around and propped his hand up. “Hello, I’m…” “Optimus Prime correct?” asked the slender female med bot. She stepped forward and extended her hand. “Umm it’s the human custom you reported to shake hands when you meet someone for the first time right? It’s an honour to meet you and work with you Optimus Prime. My name is Red Alert, I’m the medical officer for this crew.” Optimus grasped her hand and engaged in the hand shake. “Yes and likewise. Your medical service records are particularly well known and it’s nice to know some bots are making use of our reports from Earth.” “Hey! Let me take a shot at this!” A yellow bot jumped up from his chair and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you Optimus Prime – sir! The name’s Hot Shot, Elite Guard Trooper and I can’t wait to visit Earth sometime! Wait, so you’re the bot subbing in for Rodimus Prime right?” Optimus smiled and couldn’t help but draw the comparisons between the young officer standing in front of him to Bumblebee. He extended his hand to the bot too. “Umm yes, it would appear to be so. However, our mission detail isn’t to Earth. The remaining Allspark fragments and loose ends have been designated to someone else. But I’ll see what I can arrange with Autobot High Command after we’ve finished our job.” “Just make sure you drop me and Brawn over there off before you do. Some of us ain’t so interested to visit an organic world,” replied a red Autobot. He stepped forward and simply saluted Optimus. “I’m Ironhide, Elite Guard trooper just like Hot Shot, just looking to finish the job.” Optimus nodded and looked over at Brawn who remained in his seat who just glanced over momentarily. “Well let’s get going.” Optimus took his seat in the command chair and gave Hot Shot the go. The large blue and white Elite Guard ship disconnected from the loading dock and retracted its landing gear as the auxiliary thrusters roared to life. It maneuvered upwards and rushed into the sky leaving Cybertron behind. ========== “That thing all prepped and ready to go?” asked Ratchet gazing upward. The two massive sides of the spacebridge rose into the sky from the ground and glistened in the light of the stars. He ascended the staircase to the control panel. “Nothing like a jump through space in the night huh?” Bulkhead busily continued his work calibrating the settings on the space bridge punching dozens of keys per click deep in concentration. Upon completion he looked up and stood upright. “Sorry, what did you say?” “Never mind kid,” replied Ratchet watching several haulers load cargo in front of the space bridge. “Sorry about the hold up, there are tons of new space bridge regulations and different passwords for each connection that I’m getting a processor ache trying to sort through them all in addition to my new responsibilities,” groaned Bulkhead punching in a few more commands. “I’ll be sure to catch up with you on Earth the moment I get a real breather.” Ratchet smiled and walked back down the stairs. “No rush kid, I’m not headed to the rust bucket anytime soon. Settle into your new job before you take any vacations. Luckily my job is less glamorous than yours.” “At least you get to go back to Earth,” replied Bulkhead. He yanked open his stomach compartment and pulled out a case of discs and handed them to Ratchet. “Bumblebee was wondering if you’d be able to return these movies and songs to Sari. Guess he didn’t have enough time to swing by Earth since he’s already off.” Ratchet gripped the case under his arm and nodded. “Sure thing.” Ratchet took the case along with him as he marched to the space bridge. “Arcee, Jazz, you two ready?” Jazz loaded his gear onto the hauler and helped Arcee on. “Sure thing, just give our last companion a couple clicks to get his things in order…” Ratchet quickly dashed to the rear of the hauler to see a white bot rummaging through some gear. “Hey – just who do you think… Wheeljack? What in the name of the Allspark are you doing here?” The eccentric Autobot scientist popped his head up and held up a wrench. “Ah Ratchet! Just adding on a turbo-stabilizer to the hauler’s main drive, but I’m all done now.” Ratchet could only give Wheeljack a blank stare. “And what is the purpose of a turbo-stabilizer?” “Well if my calculations are correct…” Ratchet put up his right hand to pause Wheeljack. “IF?” Wheeljack chuckled. “Don’t worry, my calculations are usually right. But the turbo-stabilizer will make our ride 78% smoother if my calculations are correct.” “And if not?” “Well just be blown to the far side of the planet we’re headed to,” responded Wheeljack candidly. Ratchet buried his face in his palms. “What makes you think the ride is supposed to be smooth? We’re about to jump from one planet to another, go get that thing off this hauler immediately!” Ratchet observed as the Autobot Science Minister grudgingly went to detach the supposed upgrade. He motioned for Jazz to join him. “Tell me why this nutcase is joining us?” Jazz hopped over and swung across the hauler while landing on his feet. “Not quite sure, but Autobot High Command assigned an Elite Guard member and an Autobot Science Ministry official to this job. I’m here to help gather the remaining Allspark shards, deal with the stragglers left on Earth and basically maintain the peace.” “Well it looks like he’ll leave us in pieces if he doesn’t get going,” muttered Ratchet complaining about this predicament. The job was supposed to be a relaxing one, go back to Earth, help with the cleanup effort and maintain Autobot and human relations. He didn’t mind so much that Jazz was tagging along but Wheeljack who had a knack for blowing things up irked him the wrong way. ========== “I’m telling you this is a waste of our time…” muttered a heavy voice. “Shut your trap!” responded another. Two giant shadows moved across the cavern walls of a small lamp lit camp. As the first shadow emerged into the dim light, the figure raised its arms to shield itself from the stimulus. “Did you two find anything?” demanded a strict but slightly feminine voice. The first creature lifted some broken debris out and threw it across the cavern wall. “This answer your question?” asked the first not hiding any discontent in his voice. “Speak like that again to Strika and you will suffer the consequences!” Twin blades struck out from behind and hugged the throat of the first tightly. A narrow visage appeared from the shadows and snarled. “The war may be over and our cause may be in shambles, but we never abandon the chain of command – understand?” “That’s enough Cyclonus,” ordered Strika signaling the Decepticon warrior to back off. She stepped forward to inspect the debris laid out before her. With a swift move she lifted it to her optic level. “Where is Megatron?” The shamble of debris remained silent. Strika cracked her digit joints and made sure to use minimal pressure as she lifted what remained of the unit’s head up. “I repeat, where is Megatron?” demanded the irritated Decepticon general. She gave the piece of junk a subtle shake. Again there was no response. She tilted her head and moved in closer. “Where is Shockwave then?” “Try using a little more force,” suggested the first giving Cyclonus a dirty look. Strika cocked an optic. “Well if somebot exercised some restraint – I could! This Autobot piece of scrap is practically offline! What good is he to me if I can’t extract any information?” The pile of debris’ one failing optic shimmered. “Yo… you’re not going to get anything out of me… He’s already… al…” Before the sentence could be completed, the optic faded and the body faded to black and dark grey. “Stinking piece of Autobot scrap!” roared Strika throwing the body into the fire to feed it. She pointed at the first in front of her. “If I weren’t so low on troops and resources, I’d feed you to the flames too Spittor! We’re deadlocked and without any word from Shockwave or Megatron! I can only assume the worst…” “Luckily for you – some of your troops aren’t incompetent,” hissed a new voice as a slender bot dropped in from the ceiling of the cave. A black and jagged Transformer emerged from the darkness. “I’ve got the coordinates.” “Excellent work Oilslick. Where?” asked Strika with eagerness. The face of Oilslick emerged from the vile liquid in his head capsule. “Megatron was last reported to be on some third-rate nobody planet – Earth.” He extended his arm out handing Strika a holo map projector. “And where’d you get this information?” asked Spittor with discontent. “A reliable source – that’s all you need to know. Cost me a few weapons here and there but nothing I couldn’t do without,” answered Oilslick calmly. Strika’s face brimmed with interest as she downloaded the information. She turned to the rest of her crew. “Commendable work Oilslick. Now let’s get going.” “Going? Where?” asked Spittor. “Earth you reject!” sighed Cyclonus shoving Spittor aside as the Decepticons followed Strika out of the cave.