The Melt, A Transformers Fan-Fiction

Here's Part One of my story! It takes place in my own continuity with some real and some made up charactors, because as Rattrap said in the first episode of Beast Machines, there are over 2 million transformers on Cybertron alone.

Hope you like it. I will post it chapter by chapter, so feel free to comment

the Melt Part 1:



Even on the surface of the metal planet, it was cold. That was the first thing he noticed right away, it was cold.

He couldn't remember a time when it was hot here, or even uncomfortable. It always stayed the same, day in, day out. A pleasant 65 degrees, with about 15 percent humidity.

How different from Planet Earth! There he never knew what to expect. One day he would be immersed in hot magma, dutifully taking valuable statistics dictated by his boss on the specifics of geostability and potential energy distribution. The next day, his team would fight a gestalt, deep in the snows of the Arctic.

That was what the cold reminded him of. He imagined the metal surface covered in snow. Wild winds tearing and howling through the buildings as they did through the trees in Siberia.

How strange it was cold on Seibertron, cold like Siberia. When Squealer first arrived in the Boreal Forest he couldn't get over the fact that the names of the two places could be so similar, and yet the places themselves could be so contrasting.

" Hey Squealer!" Yelled Powersurge. " You zonin' out? I said do you remember that rap the boss laid on us about the electrostatic thing?"

"Huh?" replied Squealer. "Oh, the electrostatic vacuum anomaly? What about it?"

A loud engine like noise sounded from behind Squealer. It was the unmistakable broken audio emission system of the third member of Mayhem Squad, Noisebomb. His audio emitter system had become maladjusted in a fight with fellow team member Powersurge. Caught in the fire of Powersurge's lethal electrodisrupter, his emitter was almost destroyed. But thanks to Soundwave's audio system knowledge the systems were repaired using the vocalizers of Terrorcons. The results were "less than optimal" according to Soundwave, yet " acceptable for the expendable".

Noisebomb was fortunate to be repaired at all, and he knew it. It was not acceptable to waste precious energon and other resources on the loser of an honor duel, usually the disgraced Decepticon was executed, by the very blaster of the boss, no less! He was never comfortable knowing he was made an exception. Such a thing could breed mistrust among his fellow rookies, and add fuel to the raging fire that was the rookie power structure.

" Powersurge... want... know... cold... caused... by..." stammered Noisebomb, trying desperately to sound like a Cybertronian and not a feral earth animal.

" A guh, a guh, spit it out!" Rudely barked Powersurge. " Yeah I wanna know if this cold is the electro-deal, but mostly, I need the skinny on my weapons! They gonna work or what?"

" Selfish! Not... concerned..." Grumbled Noisebomb, in more of a growl than a voice.

" Speak! That's it boy, Speak!" Jeered Powersurge. " Tell us where Timmy is boy! Is he in the old mine shaft ? "

Noisebomb howled like a whole pack of off-key mechanical wolves and transformed from his flier vehicle form into his formidable robot mode, complete with a molecule thick saber and charged Powersurge, head on.

Blinded by rage born of Powersurge's taunts, Noisebomb's strategy left much to be desired. He raised his saber aggressively over his head with both hands, intent on striking his opponent squarely on the cranium.

Powersurge gave a sarcastic chuckle and effortlessly turned to avoid Noisebomb's strike. Caught by surprise, Noisebomb plummeted into an ancient sculpture of a long forgotten Autobot commander.

" Bad! Bad boy! You tried to bite your superior! You need to learn a lesson in obedience!" said Powersurge as he transformed into his alternate form of an electromagnetic static induced charged particle cannon." I seem to have misplaced my newspaper, will this do?"

Powersurge emitted a high frequency whine as he drew all the available static charge he could into the charging planes that would form his wings in robot mode. " I'm gonna finish what we started on Velocitron once and for all!"

Squealer transformed into his robot mode and stood in the line of fire. " Powersurge stand down!" He said " That's an order! We have a mission, remember!"

" So?" Powersurge yelled, fighting to control what was obviously a near overload of static electricity. " With all this juice I'll wipe him from history!"

" This is not the time for this!" Shouted Squealer. " Stand down! That's an order!"

Huge sparks of static shot from the conductive structures that were the buildings of this long deserted memorial and bathed Powersurge in so much electricity that he began to glow with intense light. Each time a spark made or terminated connection with him he shuddered as if in great pain.

"This is it! Now move away from that coward, Squealer" Powersurge said in a cold calm voice, though he was shaking from the power contained in his body. " No turning back now!"

Noisebomb mustered his strength and arose from the rubble. His optical signals were still blurred by the rush of nanites busy repairing his damaged superstructure, but he could make out the form of Powersurge, and he was planning to fire on him!

Noisebomb raised his saber in a defensive pose and braced for the blast of stray electrons.

Powersurge let out a terrible shout and released what seemed like a transwarp core's amount of electricity straight at Noisebomb. With no time to react, Squealer dodged the blast and leapt to safety, leaving Noisebomb to take the brunt of the assault.

Once the blast was discharged, Powersurge transformed into his robot mode to get a better look at the scene. What he saw surprised him.

Noisebomb had charged his saber with energon from his own body and was deftly cleaving Powersurge's slow moving beam down the center as it diverted the energy away from Noisebomb, in two streams, harmlessly into the rubble behind him.

"What?" exclaimed Powersurge. " That is impossible! That's the biggest blast I ever fired!"

The beam dispersed and Noisebomb fell to his knees from exhaustion. He began to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, and the failure of Powersurge. " Pathetic....as always...." he said at barely a whisper.

Powersurge fumed, but let no sign show his true emotions. He now would have to wait until his own body repaired his charging systems to take another shot. Though he hid it better, he was as drained as Noisebomb. He would be patient, no matter how long it took, he would finish his business with his ex-friend.

Squealer however, knew that both his teammates were done fighting. Countless missions and countless eons together left him quite a large amount of experience about his companions. He knew Powersurge's posture was a rouse. He laughed to himself at Powersurge. He wasn't fooling anyone on his team, but not showing weakness is paramount to Decepticon philosophies.

" And what a good little 'con Powersurge is.." Squealer thought. He gave a little audible chuckle at his little inside joke with himself.

" What are you laughing at?" Powersurge scowled.

" Oh a little joke Ratbat once told me, that's all." Said Squealer. Ratbat said that no real Decepticon ever leads his troops, he only leads the fight. How true that rang to Squealer.

Suddenly there was a rumble from the debris of the statue.

" Look!" Shouted Powersurge" The rubble, it's firing on us!"

Here's Part 2!

Part 2

Big awoke after what seemed like ages of cold dreamless sleep. He was beginning to wonder if he would ever wake up.

Like most things, his first reaction was to get his bearings. He tried to focus his opticals and take a look around himself, but he couldn't seem to get them to work.

It was starting to make sense to Big. He must have been damaged quite severely in battle. It would be natural to be asleep for a long time while his body reconfigured itself in stasis lock.

He decided to begin his diagnostic protocol and begin his self repair functions. Curiously, he could not seem to complete that task either.

A huge deafening roar of laughter surged through Big, vibrating his whole being.

The laughter felt louder than anything his audios had ever heard, so loud it was his natural reaction to scream aloud in agony. His meager cries were silenced by the horrid laughing.

After what seemed like an eternity to Big, the laughter stopped. He was glad it was over.

" So, Maximal, you are awakened." said the ominous voice "You are awake yet your nightmare only begins!"

There was a small chuckle like laugh from the voice. Big prayed to Lord Primus it would not start the laughing again, he was not sure he could stand it.

Big needed to make himself heard! He tried and tried but found himself unable to speak. In fact, he wasn't even sure he could feel his audios, or his head for that matter.

He tried to move his arms, but again was met with nothing, no response, no feeling, nothing.

This must have amused the voice because it started laughing, only much more boisterous than last time. And much, much louder.

Pain immersed Big's spark. So much incredible pain! He had never experience torment like this before. It felt as if the laughter was ripping apart his very spark. He feared he would lose himself entirely and succumb to the laughter. He did not know if he would remain sane if it continued.

The laughter stopped. Big would have sighed but instead did nothing except try to regain his composure.

His situation was painfully obvious. He was a disembodied spark, the Cybertronian equivalent of a ghost.

"So it takes the mirror and gazes upon itself!" spoke the ominous voice "Precious. Would that I could gain control over the very powers of dismay such as yours, Maximal, I would have unlimited resource!"

Big ignored the statement. His spirit was broken by the harsh realization he was dead.

Without his body he had no defenses or options. He was powerless to do anything but observe. And even then all he seemed to be able to perceive was himself and the horrible sarcastic voice. Those were two situations he could do with out, he told himself.

" You are correct, Maximal. You are indeed powerless." Spoke the voice. " You are too insignificant to function without your body. Though it is hard for you to believe, I sympathize with your plight."

Big snapped out of his delusion. How could a thing that caused him so much suffering in such a short period of time sympathize with him? Did it really take him, an Autobot Commander, for such a fool? It must have known Big would recognize these acts as malice!

" Your perceptions and opinions are nothing to me!" said the angered voice " I have no reason to lie about my intentions, Maximal! I see you as the means to an end. I have a function you will complete."

Big became angered! He would not help this thing! It's sheer arrogance belied it's evil. It could go to Charr for all he cared. He hoped it was reading his logic centers so it would get the message.

A sudden rush of pain overcame Big. This time it was far more intense than the laughter. It ripped and burned his spark and caused pain far beyond anything he ever felt before. He had never felt so vulnerable, it was as if the voice was forcing itself into his very being!

Big tried to resist the probing of the voice, but it was too strong. He felt the voice unlocking his memory and his persona file. He struggled, well aware of the futility, but persistent to defend his mind.

Suddenly he became aware his memory was being re-coded.

Big gave what to him felt like a cry of resistance, but was in fact, nothing. His memory was losing it's data at an alarming rate. He knew he was in danger of being erased. His fondest memories flowed from him like a waterfall. He felt himself forget.

Soon he couldn't even remember why he was resisting, or what he was fighting. He only knew he must resist. He knew he must hold onto his last data with all his strength or be deleted.

He used what little resources he had available to construct a barrier between his precious data and the violating probe.

The pain increased exponentially as the voice increased the intensity of the probe to break the encryption Big erected. It would have this data. It must have been important to the Maximal for him to protect it so heavily.

Finally Big's barrier failed. The voice retrieved the data from Big's vacant mind.

Big could not remember what had occurred. His mind was blank. He could not remember his name or even how to feel the intense pain of the probing. He tried to think, but couldn't remember how, or what to think.

So he waited.

" That is what you protected?" spoke the voice. " This is what was so important you needed to destroy your mind to keep it from me?"

The voice laughed a macabre symphony of multi-tonal bellows that sounded like thousands of evil voices at once. It would have caused Big to feel great pain, but he could not remember pain, or feeling.

" Maximal, you are either very courageous or very stubborn to try to keep a secret from me!" said the voice" For I am as old as time itself! I will return this data to you Maximal, the data of your name Big Convoy. But I will modify it to suit your new function."

The voice re-established the probe and inserted the modified data into Big's mind.

It became clear to Big who he was now. He was never Big Convoy to begin with. And he was no Maximal.

The voice sent waves of transenergonic plasma at Big's spark. Soon his spark was shielded and contained in a purple cocoon of plasma.

After several seconds the cocoon dissipated. From the area where the cocoon was stood Big in a new body. He could not remember if it was like his old body.

" Speak, Herald of Chaos!" commanded the voice " What is your name my slave?"

Big thought for a second, then he replied in a cold evil voice " I am Nemesis"

"Excellent!" said the voice " Now Herald of Chaos, who am I ?"

Big felt pain at the process of recalling the voice's name. "You are the master, my master."

" That is not my name!" said the voice " Speak my name slave! With it's utterance I shall rise once more!"

Again pain shot through Nemesis Prime's body as he struggled to obey his master. "You are the master. My master. The Chaos Bringer. The Destroyer. The Eater of worlds. You are Dark Lord Unicron! "

CONTINUED IN PART 3

and now....

Part 3

Squealer turned to look at the pile of rubble. There was a light shining from it, but it clearly wasn't any kind of weapon. It was a hologram projector.

"Stupid... Not... Weapon... " said Noisebomb " Message!"

Powersurge started to say something only to be halted by Squealer smacking his chest.

" Quiet! It's beginning! " said Squealer " That display is filtered through an optica crystal. It must be ancient. Here look! It's focusing!

The image coalesced into the form of an ancient Transformer with a long bearded face. The image made the long forgotten Gestures of Universal Friendship.

"Hey!" yelled Powersurge " That guy looks like Alpha Trion!"

Squealer gestured for Powersurge to shut up. "It's not Alpha Trion slaghead, but it is old. Now shut up so I can hear what he has to say."

The three stood in front of the image and watched as it began to speak.

"Greetings! I am Telenis, cartographer of Seibertron." the image said " This holomarker displays the way to the heart of Primus. Heed it and know it's location."

The image of Telenis made a gesture which caused a panel on the wall next to him to illuminate and open, revealing a data port shaped like a helmet.

"Interface with this data port and gain thy knowledge, Cybertronian." said the image. With that it deactivated.

"What do we gotta do? Put that on our heads?" asked Powersurge.

"No!... Too... old..." growled Noisebomb " Old... Tech... slag... brains..."

"Noisebomb's right." explained Squealer "An old data port with a head interface sends data straight to your logic centers, bypassing your decrypters. There's no barriers against overload or toxic programming. It could slag our 'Brains'. Or at the least damage them."

"Well" Powersurge said. " We have to interface with it anyway. You heard the holodude, don't you wanna find the Heart of Primus, whatever that is."

"Not If it slags my logic center" said Squealer.

"You... want... know... so... bad...." stammered Noisebomb " You... do it... Powersurge..."

Powersurge took the comment as a challenge and angrily stepped up to the data port. "Fine! I'll do it. And if I survive and find the Heart of Primus, you'll both bow to me, Powersurge! "

" Hope... it... slag... brain!" Joked Noise-bomb, though he secretly wished it would slag Powersurge's logic centers.

" Gotta have a brain first to slag it, Noisebomb," Quipped Squealer.

" Cowards! Both of you!" yelled Powersurge as he placed the data port on his head. " The knowledge of the Heart of Primus will be..."

Powersurge was interrupted by the incoming data stream that was entering straight into his head. His eyes went dark and he slumped to the ground, shaking and convulsing.

"Brain... Melt... " laughed Noisebomb " Noisebomb... happy! "

I noticed there's been alot of veiws. I hope you guys like my story.

It's a little complicated, it takes place with a whole bunch of "who the f>>> is that guy?" characters and one universe Transformer who's origin and story I am completely owning...but I promise it's gonna kick so much giant metal ass, it's ridiculous!!

And you might see some old friends in there too. And some new dudes that exist only in this story and my mind (until I kit 'em, that is!).

Please post a comment, good or bad, and tell your opinion!

Thanks

Destroyificator Prime
Decepticon Space Pirate Captain

here's part 4:

Nemesis Prime ... that was who he was now. Gone was the bot he used to be, in it's place stood a cold, powerful, single minded war mech the likes of which the galaxy had never seen.

So powerful even the ageless entity known as Unicron was not sure his creation was controllable.

He watched as Nemesis brutalized the Terrorcons he had sent him. It was getting more and more difficult to create opponents strong enough to complete the preliminary training of his warrior-slave.

These new Terrorcons were in the form of some kind of massive Nautilus like creatures, well over 200 ft long. They were armed to the teeth with all kinds of lethal weaponry, not the least of which was their pairs of energon infused whip like tentacles, which were double the length of their bodies.

The group of twenty or so Terrorcons swarmed Nemesis, attacking from all sides in no discernible pattern. The void of deep space glowed brightly with the light of the aggressors fierce tentacles as the flayed wildly at Nemesis.

Maybe it was wrong to call them the aggressors, thought Unicron. Even though they were the attackers, Nemesis was definitely winning the fight.

Nemesis Prime tore at the Terrorcons with his bare hands, his ferocious might made them seem as if they were made of flesh rather than Cybertronian alloys. He punched and kicked and spun in a mad dance of coordinated destruction, utterly rending his opponents to strands of scrap and mecha fluids.

The explosions of the dying Terrorcons were as big as small super novas. Unicron could not understand how Nemesis could survive the energy output of the explosions, he was, after all, just a Cybertronian.

After the climactic explosions ceased, Nemesis stood still in the void and analyzed the battle. He was quite the ominous sight, drenched in the fluids of his victims, calmly surveying the battlefield.

His analysis concluded he had defeated his opponents with 99.025 percent efficiency. This was well within the acceptable parameters of his battle system protocols. It should have satisfied him. It didn't.

It didn't satisfy Unicron either. .975 was too large a variable. A variable of that magnitude suggested failure to Unicron. A variable of .914 cost Unicron his previous body. He would not be subject to the possibility of failure once more! Especially not the failure of his own slave's inefficiency.

Unicron sent a tremendous wave of pain at Nemesis Prime.

Nemesis received the pain and did not so much as flinch. He simply acknowledged his master's discontent.

"I am sorry for my weakness, master." Nemesis said. " I assure you I will grow stronger for the next test."

" Of course you will my slave." spoke Unicron. " For I will tolerate no less than perfection! That is my will! The will of Unicron!"

Nemesis was unconcerned about perfection. According to his algorithmic battle system, perfection was unattainable, mathematically impossible and thus it was illogical to strive for it. He simply intended to concentrate on the lesser variables in his battle protocol, and maximize his potential in the next battle.

"Master, I have failed you." Nemesis said, and assumed the posture of submission. " I will not fail you again! I will re-prioritize my battle protocol and maximize my potential.."

"No my slave!" Interrupted Unicron. " You will not! Further analysis is not necessary! I have determined you faults, slave"

Nemesis was puzzled. What could his master have analyzed that he did not? He was sure he was quite thorough in his computations. But then again, he was not the master! And there were reasons he was not the master.

" Forgive me master!" groveled Nemesis Prime " But what is your reasoning?"

Unicron laughed. This time Nemesis felt no pain at his master's voice. " You question me, Maximal? I am the master!"

Nemesis recoiled in fear " Again forgive me! I meant not to doubt you Master! I seek only that you enlighten me with your insights, Master."

Good. Thought Unicron. He has learned fear to go along with his obedience. Maybe he wasn't so uncontrollable after all. " You wish me to instruct you, my slave?"

" Yes Master!" Nemesis replied " For I am the student. The student of my Master!"

This devotion pleased Unicron. Soon the entire galaxy would obey him, just as this once independent and proud Maximal obeyed him now.

"Very well, Maximal." Said Unicron " I will instruct you. Tell me my slave. Did you use your full capacities in this last test?"

" Yes Master!" replied Nemesis Prime. He was confused as to why the Master asked this. He could feel Unicron within his very spark. He knew him to see all that his eyes saw, to feel all he felt. His Master must have known he used his full resources.

Unicron laughed again. His slave's naivety always amused him so. " Then why my slave, did you not use your weapons?"

alright, here's the fifth:

Noisebomb laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. Maybe it was.

Powersurge laid on the ground twitching and mumbling incoherent gibberish. Noise-bomb had warned him that something like this could and most likely would happen and he still took the risk anyway.

Noisebomb continued to laugh. What a fool Powersurge was for thinking he was compatible with who knows how many eons old technologies. He was certain that if Powersurge wasn't killed, he would be a worthless vegetable after this.

Squealer was beginning to echo Noisebomb's sentiment. Powersurge had remained in this disoriented state for over 20 kliks. It was not a good sign.

Squealer knelt beside Powersurge and positioned his head so he could see his teammate's optics. He looked into them and magnified his view range. At this magnification he could read the diagnostic displays in Powersurge's optics.

The displays indicated Powersurge was in the process of receiving a huge download. Squealer was a little surprised to find out that according to Powersurge's displays, the data was harmless to his system, and completely compatible with his protocols.

Wow. Thought Squealer. That must be a huge file if it is taking so long to download.

Squealer dropped Powersurge's head. " He's fine. He should be up and irritating us in a minute or so."

" GRRRR.. What ?!" growled Noisebomb. " What... mean... fine...? Not... slagged ?"

"Nope." Said Squealer. " He's just receiving the mother of ancient text files. It has to be the biggest personal file I've ever seen. It's so big, his logic centers are all computing it at once. That's why he appears catatonic. He should be fine though, it seems to be in current code and not the old stuff."

Noisebomb angrily punched a broken column, reducing it to another pile of rubble. " SLAG ! " He growled. " Wanted... slag! "

" That's enough Noisebomb!" chided Squealer " Save it for the Autobots ! Look! He's coming to ."

Powersurges eyes re-illuminated and he sat up. " Man! What a headache! What are you losers staring at? You never seen a guy grow more powerful before?"

" You... not... grow... powerful!" stammered Noisebomb " You... just... knocked... out!"

Powersurge scowled and turned to Squealer. " What is Beastboy talking about? I was never knocked out! I was gaining tremendous powers! Don't I look different?"

Squealer visually inspected Powersurge's superstructure. It did not appear in any way different than it used to be, or ever was. Then he switched his opticals to full range scan analysis mode. Now there was something different!

"You... look... same..." said Noisebomb " Still... Ugly..."

"Wait a second!" exclaimed Squealer " I'm reading an electro static vacuum anomaly... In Powersurge's head! "

" Is that some poor attempt at a joke, Squealer?" responded Powersurge. " Are you trying to call me stupid?"

" No." Said Squealer " It's right there, in your logic center."

Noisebomb let out a nervous hiss. "What?"

" I have no idea." Squealer replied " I've never seen anything like it before, but there it is. We should get Powersurge to Shockwave's citadel at once!"

Noisebomb nodded. "Agreed."

Powersurge jumped to his feet. " What? To Shockwave's? So he can get the Heart of Primus himself?"

A crazy paranoid look came over Powesurge. " You wanna sell me out! Both of you! You want the Heart of Primus! I see what's going on! I see the whole big picture now!"

"What?" Noisebomb barked " Makes... no... sense..."

Squealer spoke up. " What are you talking about? We don't even know what the Heart of Primus is! We just want to get your systems checked! Who knows what is happening to your brain?"

" You expect me to believe that?" yelled Powersurge " You really think I'm dumb as a Vechicon drone, don't you!"

" Come on Powersurge! This is for your own good!" said Squealer " Don't make us force you! "

Powersurge transformed into his alt-mode. " Just try! You'll have to catch me first" said Powersurge as he ignited his thrusters and flew away from them.

Squealer and Noisebomb stood in momentary disbelief. It was Noisebomb who spoke first.

" Now... what.. ?" Said Noisebomb.

Squealer transformed into his alt-mode of a one wheeled land vehicle. " We transform and follow him to the Heart of Primus" he said, and peeled out with much noise after Powersurge.

Noisebomb transformed into his flier alt-mode. " Or... follow... to our ... doom..."

The Alpha Seekers roared across the void of space in an almost unnaturally tight formation. The ion plume contrails emitted from their thrusters appeared to be endless. They had been traveling in tight formation for six Earth days now without braking formation by a single nanometer.

Their leader, Air Commander Starscream was beginning to become restless.

How long had he and his brothers, Thundercracker and Skywarp been on this course? Days? A week?

Why couldn't they use the spacebridge to go to a deserted colony outpost of scientific research drones?

Why had he and his brothers been chosen for this fact finding mission when there were plenty of available rookie teams like Mayhem Squadron?

Was Megatron losing his mind? Could that account for the reasoning behind sending such a magnificent commander such as Starscream out on some glorified robosnipe hunt. Surely he must be mad to leave the whole of Seibertron wide open to attack and defeat by omitting his greatest warrior from the battlefield!

No, thought Starscream, an insane leader such as Megatron with such obviously poor strategy could only spell doom to the cause of the Revolution! He was not going to let that happen!

"NO!" Screamed Starscream. " I refuse to sit idly by while that lunatic destroys Seibertron! The Decepticon Revolution is doomed! And all for a stupid data sweep of a wretched colony of Brains!"

This must have amused his brothers because they both began to laugh at once.

" ARRRRGGHH!!!" Screamed Starscream. " How dare you mock your commander and the very ideals of the Ancients! Surely you do not find reason in sending us on this pointless quest to the middle of nowhere while Seibertron...."

"Yes, yes my brother." Affirmed Thundercracker." While Seibertron lays open to attack because of your absence."

" Because of our absence, my brothers" Replied Starscream.

"Oh that's rich! " Laughed Skywarp. " The whole planet, open to attack and defenseless? What happened to all the Gestalt teams? Or the Guardians? Or the Beta Seekers?"

"They could be incapacitated by the Autobots!" Responded Starscream

Skywarp laughed. " The Autobots? Those flower sniffing Sieberscouts? In who knows how many years they've never even killed one of us! I personally have killed thousands of Autobots! So has our brother! How many have you killed brother?"

This peaked Thundercracker's attention. " Yes tell us Starscream, how many sparks have been silenced by your hands?"

"How many?!" Starscream shouted, angered at this treasonous and ennerous portrayal of his weakness! He was the greatest warrior ever to battle! Over the eons his blades had struck countess Autobots down in the heat of battle! Surely hundreds of thousands of enemies maybe even millions have perished at his hand!

But that was long ago. And such a long time to remember as well! Who could remember what some nameless casualty looked like four million years after the fact?

" Many!" Replied Starscream. " I have killed many! I am a great warrior! I have fought this war for over seventy million Earth years!"

" You are a fool!" Laughed Skywarp. " You heed no attention to anything other than your own superstructure. You have no idea how many you have slain because you ignore the whole of the battle and concentrate on your own techniques. I'll bet you don't even remember the face of your first conquest!"

" That is not true!" Rebuked Starscream. " I remember his face!"

"Tell us then, brother, who was your first victim?" remarked Thundercracker.

"Yes!" said Skywarp. "Tell us brother, tell us of the look on the face of the first Transformer to fall to the Mighty Starscream!"

"You wish to know the look upon his face as I slew him?" Replied Starscream, though he couldn't remember his face or it's expression for Primus himself. He knew now that he had the perfect opportunity to create a winning bluff.

"I will tell you of his face!" Yelled Starscream " It was the face a weakling! It was contorted with fear! Fear of the one who had defeated him! Fear of Starscream!"

"Of course it was, brother." Responded Thundercracker " Of course you have killed many Autobots. But this discussion will have to wait. We near our destination."

"You patronize you own commander?" Yelled Starscream " You believe not in your own brothers prowess, and greet him with sarcasm?"

There was no response.

Starscream angrily transformed into his primary robot mode. " Answer me, Thundercracker! For I will tolerate no dissension in my ranks!"

There was still no answer. Starscream grabbed onto his brothers wing, only to rip him clean in half. Mecha fluid spilled out in great globs into the void.

" Brother!" Yelled Skywarp in disbelief. " You killed him!"

"I...I...Did not!" Stammered Starscream." No! Thundercracker!"

A figure materialized in front of the shocked Seekers. It was a large cloud of black gasses about the size of a command bot. The figure stepped out of the gasses dramatically, the ion light reflecting off of the massive horns on his head. The figure slowly raised his head to show his face to his opponents.

Starscream was shocked by the image of his face. It was a twisted visage of Optimus Prime, but black and decidedly Decepticon-like. The face almost mocked Optimus Prime by having the massive horns, like some sort of devil.

" Who are you?" Yelled Starscream. " Is this your doing?"

The figure stared directly at Starscream's eyes and spoke calmly and slowly. " I am the Nemesis. And all who stand against me will suffer that fate as well!"

sorry for the delay, here's part 7:

The incessant screech of Squealer's one massive tire was practically muted by the throbbing resonance of Noisebomb's sonic emitters, which were amplified all that much more by the acoustics of the ancient tunnel they were now traveling in.

They had been in this access conduit for miles and it appeared to continue for miles more.

Squealer found the tunnel to be a rather creepy and foreboding place, made more so by the fact that outside of his navigational surveys, he had no idea where they were, or where they were going. He and Noisebomb had followed their estranged comrade to the Old Sections and were hot on his tail.

Tracking the ion efflux produced by Powersurge's thrusters was an easy task. It left a distinct trail. All they had to do was stay on the trail and it would eventually lead straight to him.

But overtaking and subduing their teammate was not the plan. Noisebomb had pointed out that neither he nor Squealer knew where Powersurge was going so maybe it would be wise to hang back a bit and see where he lead them.

Apparently Powersurge was leading them deep into the Planet Core Sections. No Decepticons were permitted to venture into the Planet Core Sections. They were the closest things to wilderness Seibertron had. Filled with feral Terrorcons and Scrapmetals, a bot risked being scrapped alive by the metal and energon eating beasts.

Squealer hoped there weren't any in this tunnel, or that the tunnel didn't lead straight to a Sharkticon pool. It was rumored that there were whole underlevel seas filled with hungry Sharkticons just waiting for some unsuspecting fools to blunder right into their midst.

Just thinking about the tales made him feel nervous. In fact, this whole mission was making him nervous. It kept getting colder and colder the further they went into the tunnel. That couldn't be good, he thought.

Ice began to collect on Squealers vaporizers. This was not good at all, he thought.

Squealer shot up into the air and transformed into his robot mode, elegantly skidding to a stop on his mecha-feet.

Noisebomb transformed as well and landed next to his leader. " Good... was... collecting ice... Couldn't... keep... flying...." He stammered.

"Me neither, driving that is." Squealer said. " Man is it cold down here. Kinda strange for Seibertron, don't you think?"

"Agreed..." Noisebomb replied. " Abnormal... Temperature..."

Squealer switched his opticals to scan mode. " The temp's not the only strange thing down here." He said.

" Grrrr! Whole ... place.... strange! " Noisebomb growled. " Don't like.... Core section.."

" Neither do I." Replied Squealer. " It's so old and mysterious. Who knows when the last time was a bot traveled this conduit?"

" What ... scanned ?" Asked Noisebomb.

"Right." Said Squealer. " Remember the electrostatic vacuum anomaly we were tracking? Well apparently we're closer to it now then we were at the investigation target sight."

Noisebomb was alarmed at this news. They had been chasing Powersurge for hours. How could they be closer to the anomaly now? " Impossible!" He barked.

Squealer shook his head." No, we are definitely closer to the anomaly now. In fact, it appears that this conduit goes straight to it."

" Straight... to it?" Repeated Noisebomb.

Squealer nodded. " Yup, right smack dab in the middle of the anomaly, that's were he's going."

Noisebomb was not surprised that Powersurge was going straight into a potentially lethal situation. He had always been a rash idiot in his opinion.

Part 8

Starscream stood motionless. It was all so sudden, what was he to do next? Who was this mysterious bot?

Skywarp, however was not so lax. He let out a rage filled scream and transformed into his primary form. Starscream turned to observe him purely by reaction to the howl. Starscream was further surprised by the look of rage on his brother's face.

Skywarp reached behind his back with both hands and produced his saber. He swung it in a violent arc while it's energon blade ignited, bathing him in bright purple light.

Nemesis Prime gave no discernible reaction. He watched Skywarp with intent, but his face and optics were a blank slate.

"That is not your query, slave." Said the voice of Unicron directly to Nemesis' mind. " The coward. Yes. That is the target."

Nemesis Prime would have been annoyed by his master's patronizing attitude and constant repetition of commands. As if the Herald of Chaos would not memorize the masters commands! But instead ignored them as the black one was apparently going to attempt some feeble attack.

"Master," Nemesis spoke aloud. " The black one wishes to engage me."

Starscream noticed the Nemesis speaking to thin air. " Careful, brother! He is insane! He speaks aloud to no one!"

"I care not!" Shouted Skywarp. " He slew Thundercracker, now I will slay him! Prepare for oblivion!"

"Master.." Said Nemesis, hoping he would be granted permission to destroy this arrogant speck.

" Very well, crush this insect, slave. Let his partner bear witness to my might! Destroy him, Herald of Chaos!" Commanded Unicron. This battle would announce the beginning of the end of Primus, once and for all!

" It will be done, my lord." Acknowledged Nemesis Prime.

Skywarp moved his sword in the motions of the Form of the Seekers. The Form of the Seekers was a deadly art, known only to the elite Seekers, aggressive and powerful, it was reserved for special Decepticon occasions, such as coups, or honor duels. Today however, Skywarp was simply going to use it to shred his opponent. He was consumed with rage and unconcerned with honor, even though he would restore honor to his slain brother if he won.

" I will engage you now." Said Nemesis to Skywarp. " And you will die."

Skywarp roared and swung his saber, teleporting in mid swing. Nemesis observed the timewrinkle of Skywarps quantum localizer and knew immediately what had occurred.

Nemesis counted for a second and then moved backward about fifteen meters. He observed another timewrinkle, right were he predicted. Skywarp materialized and swung at nothing.

Amused, Nemesis teleported behind Skywarp and closed his left hand over his head. Skywarp was surprised and dropped his saber.

"Sloppy." Nemesis said as he tightened his grip on Skywarp's head. " A vain attempt. You had no chance of victory, insect."

Starscream watched, overwhelmed by the whole situation, he felt helpless to defend his brother. Was he to watch them both be slain?

"So bug," Said Nemesis. " How to kill you. Shall I squash your head?" He tightened his grip again.

Skywarp tried to power up his quantum localizer, but it wouldn't go. Nemesis must be dampening it, he thought.

" Tsk, tsk, tsk. " chided Nemesis as he waved his right index finger in front of Skywarps nose. " No warping."

Skywarp started to struggle, only to feel more pressure on his head. He felt his right optic lens shatter, and watched the energon rich mecha fluids float in front of his face. Then he lost consciousness

"Good slave!" Spoke Unicron " Now as we planned!"

Nemesis Prime dropped the limp Skywarp and reached into his chest plates. The plates opened like doors. A great green light issued from Nemesis' chest as he reached inside his body with both hands.

Starscream could not fathom what he had just seen, or what he was seeing now. Was he ripping out his own organs?

Nemesis had an object grasped firmly by it's oppositional handles. He held it above his head and began to separate it's halves. Brilliant green energy blinded Starscream. He raised his arm to shield his optics.

" Now! I command you, join with me, my conquests!" Shouted Nemesis.

The bodies of Thundercracker and Skywarp began to glow green, slowly and faintly at first, but then faster and much more intense. Soon each was sending an arc of green plasma to the object straight from their chests.

"NOOO!!!" Screamed Starscream when he realized what was happening. " Not their sparks!"

But it was too late. The sparks of his brothers were already in the clutches of the object.

Starscream was paralyzed by grief and would have collapsed had he been on land. " My.... my brothers..." He lamented

Nemesis Prime replaced the object and stood before Starscream. He lifted Starscream's face so he could look into his optics.

" So coward," Nemesis said " Will you obey, or join your brothers in the Matrix of Death?"

Starscream gazed upon Nemesis with hatred for a long second. What kind of a paradox was he being offered? Either way it was defeat.

" I must inform you, I have little patience for cowards, make your choice!" Commanded Nemesis.

Starscream lowered to his left knee and made the gesture of compliance. " I obey." he said in disgust.

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