---Before we begin Id like to thank you for reading what will be my third attempt at a decent Tramsformers fanfic that isn't a one shot. Thank you. This story is supposed to take place starting around spring 2007. I will post the specfic designs of characters once I have the full cast show up. Finaly If a character is not explicitly stated as being alive assume they are dead. Again Thank You.-- Chapter One: Where Are We? The Beging of a New Era. "Optimus, were goin' down!" yelled Ironhide as the Ark, the Autobot shutle intended to find the last remaining Autobots from Cybertron a new home, rocketed towards a small blue planet. "Get the young and wonded into stasis pods!" Yelled Optimus Prime the Autobot high commander preparing for the worst. He then snaped his attention back to Ironhide. "Ironhide! Put us down in an area with low populations of indiginous species." The Ark trailed across the sky in a ball of fire going across a continated before crashing into a large, northern, snow covered mountian. The Ark would lay there undisterbed for a century before one stais pod burst open. From the pod emerged a tall blue bot with large shoulder pads (one of which had the autobot insigna ingraved uppon it), a flip down visor and blasters attached directly to the lower arms. The bot stargered towards the command bridge to find everyone who had not been placed within a stasis pod had died. And indeed it was like this through out the ship for every room he could see. The Autobot found a computer terminal and activated it, trying to figure out what happened and who had survived. "Recognise: Autobot Hot Shot," said the computer in a female voice. "Teletran one," said Hot Shot taping buttons on the hollo touch pad connected to the terminale, "scan for any life signals on board the ark." After a moment of beeps and clicks the computer spoke again this time in voice that convaied sadness, "Only signal I detect is your own. Sevral bots, twenty four to be exact, were put into stasis before the crash. Would you like for me to check how many function?" "Yes," Hot Shot nodded in reply. "Thirteen other Autobots are capbile of function three others are bad damaged and require immediate medical support uppon being realised." Hot Shot opened one of the others pods hoping the bot inside would return to conciousness when he did so. It didn't. But it was alive, teletran had told him so. Something Hot Shot noticed as he wait for the bot to come online was that it was a rather well know femmbot, the one called Transmutate. As he staired at the femmbot know for emotianal sensitivite trying to think of how to explain that all but a few of there friends were dead, two bright red optics blink online as transmutate slowly rubbed her head. "What happened?" she asked to no one in particular. "We crashed," replied Hot Shot. "Most of our-" Their attention was draw to the sound of a stasis pod being smashed out of and the bot inside falling to the ground with a thud. "Sorry." Said the large green mech with a plate over his lower jaw that gave the appaerance of teeth and large three finger hands at the end of his arms. "Bulkhead!" Cried Transmutate as she went over to the large bot and gave him a hug. "Oh, hey Transmute," said Bulkhead equally as happy. He then looked to Hot Shot and asked, "So where are we?" "I have no Idea."
Chapter 2: The Generals Cometh. A small probe flys over the ark, landing within an opened hatch above the Bridge. The probe was deployed by Teletran appon orders from Hot Shot to gather information on the planet as the three bots opened more stasis pods bringing back online Bumblebee, the Autobots best and youngest scout, and Hound the Autobots best tracker able to find anyone or anything, along with his signature abllity to project holograms that looked intirerly real and could actually interact with their surroundings. As Teletran reported its findings to the Autobots Hot Shot couldn't help but think about Cybertron before they left, about the brave Autobots who were left behind defending the Ark. --Cybertron 6 Earth hours before the Ark's launch-- "Prime the Decepticon warp cannons are killin' us here!" Said Side Swipe over his comlink from the Arks launch pad. "Think you can have Omega take 'em down?" "Negative Side Swipe. Omega is busy dealing with Bruticus and Devastor," replied Optimus Prime. "Well we need something to take these out with!" Yelled Side Swipe. No sooner then he said that one of the cannons exploded and five jets rocket over past. "Never fear Slingshot is here!" Yelled one of the jets just before getting his wing shot off and flying into a building causing a massive explotion. ---Present Day--- "The local call this planet Earth, it is an organic world with relativly large amounts of Energon," reported Teletran. " The domanate specesis comes in two varrients," Teletran projected holographic images of a male human and a female human. "They call these varrients Male, the one on the right, and Female, the one on the left. The people of this world are also very prone to voilance and generally fearfull of that which that do not understand. I highly suggest you take on local forms to disgise yourselves. I've taken the liberty of scan vehicles similar to your current alternate modes." Teletran projected images of a blue sports car, a large green millatary transport, a sleek motorcycle, a volks wagon beetle, and green jeep for the Autobots to scan. After a bit of bickering between Bulkhead and Hound over who was going to take what vehicle, eventualy agreeing Hound would take the jeep, Hot Shot gathered the team near the exit of the Ark. "Alright guys were going be trying out our new alternate modes. Stay within a one hunder kkilometer radius, we don't want any locals noticing us." --- Far side of the Moon Earth Orbit--- "Lady Slipstream, Autobot life sings detected on the planet below along with high Energon levels," reported a vehicon jet drone. "Interesting, get Tankor, Strika, Obsiden and Jetstorm here," replied Slipstream sitting in her comand chair hands interlaced and covering her face below her offactory sensors. "Yes ma'ma," said the vehicon pressing a few buttons activating the the P.A. system onboard the Decepticon ship, the Sky Shadow. "Tankor, Strika, Obsiden, and Jetstorm report to the bridge. Repeat-" "So, this is where you've been hiding Autobots," Slipstream narrarted. "Now you'll fell the wrath of the Decepticon Empire. Perhaps if I deal with these Autobots Megatron will promote me to a more important position, perhaps even comanding my own Warworld. Ooo yes how lovely an idea." ---Cybertron; Hour of the Arks launch--- "Five... Four... Three...Two...One!" Hollard Cliffjumper louder and louder with each word from the launch tower. Below Springer, Ultra Magnus, Guzzel, and Percepter along with numerus other Wreakers were defending the Ark from a Decepticon assualt with Wreakers dying from head and body shots. Hot Shot watched in horror as this all unfolded. "How can we just leave them they're getting Slautered!" He yelled. "Easy kid," said Kup placing his hand on the youngsters shoulder. "They're Wreakers. No how many they lose they'll protect us. Its what they signed up for. To die fighting, and I should know I was one. How bout I tell you a story to take your mind off things?"
Slingshot died VERY fast. I love these team lineups you've got going. These vehicons sound incredibly creepy with the whole 'mama' aspect. It could still use some spelling and grammar checks, but I really like the direction of things.
The reason I killed Slingshot so fast was because his G1 counterpart was so arrogant and he never had anything happen to him and it annoyed me to no end. And I really do appollogize for the terribale spelling and grammar. I've been writing these on a device without spell check. I'm working on chapter 3 and should have it up within three days.
Chapter 3 Tankor, Obsidan, Strika, and Jetstorm reported to the command bridge and kneeled before Slipstream. "You four are to go the surface of the planet and find the Autobots, kill them and prave the way for the conquest by our forces using the Infiltration Program. However if you must skip certain phases I will not punish you," explained Slipstream boardly fingers interlaced infront if her face as she stared at the blue planet bleow. Something felt off about this world, she'd led the invasions of several worlds before including Animatron, a planet so heavy in energon that the soldiers of both factions on that planet had to take on local organic alternate modes to keep from going into stasis lock. She hated that one, she felt that such an alternate mode was beneath her. "As you command Lady Slipstream," said Jetstorm with a bow as he backed out of the room towards the orbital bounce station fallowed quickly by the other Generals. ----Earth---- Transmutate sped across the fresh snow covering a trail leading through a near by forest, snow crunching softly under the front tire of her motorcycle mode. She looked around at the natural beauty of the area, the snow covered spruces, the deer grazing along, the occasional owl and other birds, in pure child like wonder. "This place is beautiful," She said to herself. "And there's no Decepticons to fight with and ruin this world." Not far away from her location Hound found an odd looking cave. Feeling adventurous he decided to explore the cave, which sloped down at a 45 degree angle almost instantly. He drove along this slope for about ten minutes before coming to a large, dimly lit cavern at least 400 hundred feet below ground. The caveren itself was an impressive 100 feet high he transformed and looked around the cave. Along the farthest wall he could see a gleaming metal object. He walked over to object to find it had cybertronix ingaved on it on the pannel was carved the message: "To whom ever discovers this don't touch anything less the demons I have sealed here be freed to wreak havoc once more. -Hawk" "Demons?" said Hound aloud scratching his chin. He then looked to his left and notice the wall seamed frozen in numerous spots. Almost instantly forgetting what he just read Hound rubbed the closest one to get a look at what's behind the mist covered ice. As he rubbed it the ice like substance burst open sending Hound flying back twenty feet and out from the blast stepped a purplish femmbot with a masive missile launcher hoisted on her back and wing like protrusions the size of her body on her sides. "I'm free! Finally!" exclaimed the Femmbot as she transformed and flew out of the cave at breakneck speed. Staggering to his feet Hound notice above the hole in the wall where the Femmbot had been had the name Thunderblast cavred into it. ---The Sky Shadow--- "Lady Slipstream, an unknown Decepticon signature has just been detected," reported a tank vehicon. "Should I set the orbital bounce to the specific cooradanites?" "Yes. And inform the generals of their new mission, bringing me the unidentified Decepticon," replied Slipstream.
Hah, Thunderblast, nice. Though that does beg to wonder how she got there in the first place, and just how many 'demons' are down there.
So let see I haven't updated this in forever so a sort of "bonus" side story is included in this update. Chapter 4 [Cybertron 20 million years ago] Grease Trap read over the passenger manafest of the ship Nova Prime had comisioned to search the universe for off world resourses, *The Guiding Hand*. "Thunderblast, *check,* Frazel, *check*, Blood, *check*, Bomb-burst, *check*, Cyclonus, *check*, Tailgate, *check*, Browning *check* Terradive, *check*, Crosswise, *check*, Metalhawk *check*," he read as well as numerous other names, before putting a check next to his own and boarding the ship himself. Nova Prime, Dominus Ambus, Minimus Ambus, Ironhide Sentinal Major, Grand Convoy, Big Convoy, Furro, Meister, Pharma, and Soundwave, as well as sevral other cybertronians, appluded and cheered as the ship took off. That was last time they would lay optics on The Guiding Hand. It was lost two days into its voyage. Numerous ships, including the Atlantas, the Canimus, the Mou, and the Dirado, were sent off to find the ship but each became a colony all of its own, cutting ties with there homeworld . [Fairbanks, Alaska; May 2007] Kelly relaxed in hot tub inside her hotel room.Thiswas her first vaccation in years and she needed it after the stress shehad to put with at her job. She had just gotten comfortable when a loud boom and shockwave shot her up three feet into the air as a column of red light extened from the sky two the ground and a blue tank, purple S.W.A.T. van, cobalt jet, and grey helicopter all emerged from the beam. The tank and S.W.A.T drove towards where the Autobout lifesigns had been detected and The Jet and helicopter flew towards where Thunderblast had been located. [Alaskain coast line] Thunderblast climbed over a rock and looked at the open water. "Let's see. What can girl do for fun arround here?" She said looking over and over for a new alternate mode since she wanted to ditch her fleshy form as fast as possible. Just then a small boat with a missile rack zipped past unaware of the Decpticon scanning it, before an exact duplicate splashed down in the water and sped off towards the south. Meanwhile Hound climb back up the incline in robot mode. About half way up his footing slipped and he tumbled down and found himself in another cave, this one had numerous Cybertronians casually set about the room in stasis. He tryed activating a few but only one actually activated. The small white Cybertronian jerked forwards trying to reach something and yelled, "Cyclonus! Look out!" before slumping back against the wall of the cave. "Hey, hey, take it easy pal," said Hound trying to call down the other Cybertonain. "What's you name?" The smaller white bot looked around the cave and calmed down almost forgeting Hound was there. "Uh Tailgate," he said shaking his head remembering Hound who was standing next to him. "Well Tailgate I'm Hound," replied Hound. "And I'm takin' you outta this cave and to the other autobots here." "What's an Autobot?" Asked Tailgate with a look of childlike innocence and and confution. "Uh well, um, the others could probably explain it better than I could, come on let's go." Hound started climbing up the cave he looked back at Tailgate and yelled, "Ya comin'" "Uh y-yeah I just uh…… How long have I been out?" Asked Tailgte as he stood up for the first time in millenia. His legs were weak like a newborns but he got the hang of them rather quicklg and flowed Hound. Hound shruged, "We'll worry about that latter. For now just worry about gettin' your aft outta here." The two bots climbed up the slope for nearly ten minutes before reaching the entrance. Hound being the tracker and scout he was sotted it first, a large blue tank it's cannon pointed directly at the caves enterance. Hound tried to jump and get Tailgate into cover when he heard the cannon charge up but he was still above cover when the cannon fired. A bright flash filled the cave accompaned by an agonized scream wich Tankor took to mean his job was finished, pulling away to hunt down the rest of the Autobots on this dirt ball. Side Story: God Hunters [T' yrag, Voln System] A large Decepticon known as Deathbuster towered over his autobot foes ripping them apart one by one as the attacked. Scattershot ran around Deathbuster keeping his distance while firing at the nigh invicable Decepticon warlord. "Back up! Back up! We need back up!" Yelled Scattershot letting his gard down for one second. One second. That was all Deathbuster needed, he grabbed Scattershot by the head and began to squize. Parts of Scattershot's helment started to cave in as he accepted his death. And then suddenly he fell, Deathbuster had let go of him. He didn't understand at first but as looked through his crack visor he saw the shape of Springer standing on top of Deathbuter's dead body silouetted by the sun set a small cape on his back and his two swords griped tightly in his hands. "Scattershot," said Springer coldly. "How many of your squad are left?" "None sir, Squad Alpha are all dead execpt me." Replied Scattershot. "Never let you gaurd down Scattershot that's how you die. Go join Squad Gamma they're still alive looking for Godmasters." "Yes sir!" Scattershot trasformed to tank mode and drove off to squad Gamma's last know co-ordinates. Once Scattershot had left Springer turned his head to the sunset, and stared at it thought fully. What are we doing here? They GMs wipe us out 29 squads for one GM. And Bots like Scattershot are given a glamerized verison of this hell to make them join. he thought turning his attention to the mangled bodies of Squad Alpha. A few bots were identifable, Fastlane, Cloudraker, Topspin, Kick-off, but most were nothing more than shreaded heaps of scrap metal. Springer pointed his arm at a near by tree and fired a grapling hook out of his large gauntles that made up his lower arms. Moving towards Squad Beta's location. The 968th God Hunter Legion. The best of the best. Second only to Optimus Primes hand picked inner circle. And every minute we lose twice as many as most lose in an entire cycle. The green and yellow Mech thought not paying attention when a Godmaster jumped out at him Cronatus. This cybertroinan looked more like a collosal skelaton with a drangon esque face then a robot. It slamed it's hand shut on Springer faster then he could react beyond pointing his swords directly out to the sides cut the Decepticon's hand up. The Decepticon let go almost imedatly once Springer's sword impaled it's hand. Spinger rushed the con and slamed his sword in his left hand all the way through Cronatus's throat and and slashed to the side decaptating the Godmaster. By this point the last few rays of sun light fade away as the twin moons of T' yarg shone in full. Springer activated his all unit com. "All soilders report back to base imedately the hunt is done for the night. Over." Springer brought his swords togethe into there rotor blade formation and transformed into helicopter mode flying back to base he monolouged in his thoughts. As much as it may seem like they're dying for nothing everyday we drive the Decpticons further and further to extinction and the complete destruction of Godmaster technolgy. I regret nothing, I never look back. I shall lead my men till the day I die. And on that day may Primus have mercy on my spark. I am Spring of Iacon, commander of the 968th God Hunter Legion, now and forever.
Hello, readers it's your old pal Sideways! Yep I hijacked this FanFic for today I guess you could call me a "Fourth Wall breaker" in this universe (this universe is Torv 615.13 Zeta by the way) the writer already does. Anyways right now you maybe asking yourself, "But Sideways why'd you hijack this steaming pile of shit fan fiction writen by some nerd who couldn't possible get a date and lives in his moms basement getting worked up over toys?" Well my friends the answer quite simple; because I felt like it. Plus I got board with Tyran, since you know in that universe I'm kinda dead. You know what as long as I'm here I'm gonna tell you a story about an Autobot unit during the Third Cybertronian Civil War of Torv 615.13 Zeta, (that's the war the charcters you've been reading about so far are in) this unit had was made of six members who all went by code names; their names were King, Queen, Bishop, Knight, Rook, and Pawn. In the late days of the war Megatron's armys Conquered a dirty planet called Skaro and Megatron left Shockwave on the planet to experiment with the planet's apperant leader- I think it was their leader anyways- experiments with these tiny litle time machines, uh, Mark III Time Machines I think they were called. Anyways Shockwave basiclly made a killing machine that felt no emotions beside hatered and rage, a being that killed anything different from itself or it's master. He named this being Octus though why he named it something as dumb as that I have no idea. The autobot comanded Blaster learned about this through a rat the Autobots had planted in the Decepticon ranks, who for his safety we'll call Mousefree. Blaster deploded a special operations squad called The Royal Family to take out the scientist and his creation. The Royal Family- Those guys named after chess peices- were ready for anything King had the whole planet mapped out and called the shots from a makeshift base using the HUDs of the rest to give directions. "Knight to F4, Rook to F6, Queen F5, Bishop and Pawn to E2," he ordered smugly. But unfortunatly for him Shockwave had made three more being like Octus only he called these new mass produced ones Daleks.- Wait I just read what was left of this chapter you know what? It sucks it's basiclly just that guy from Combiner Wars who's supposed to replace Grove being in a unit that got slaughtered by Daleks and Shockwave inventing Daleks. Yes, Daleks. This guy is sso frickin' nerdy he was going to cross Doctor Who and Transformers. You know I'm actually quite the Doctor Who fan myself and I gotta say this is really, really, REALLY stupid. So yeah to hell with this this chapter's over. Short? I don't give a shit go read something actually worth reading like something by Dickens you Otaku Weebos! Wait wrong fan group- I, uh mean, You Mama's Boy Nerds playing D&D in your moms basements at 33! Oh and I don't care about your "Proper English Grammer and Spelling" watch! Twsjsblalalaowhehdm. лзвофзцлвьсюяээжфисвы! Саыфкд. See jiberish.
((And so it finally continues!)) Revolution Pt. 5 Chapter 5: Nickel, Iron, Cobalt, Chrome -------The Skyshadow-------- Slipstream sat within her command room tenting her fingers as she watch a row of monitors, each showing seven prisoners on her ship being tortured in various ways. One prisoner was a large blue and green mech with frills across his body and hallow optics, attached to a large device suspending him from the ceiling with a control panel a few feet away. Next to the control panel was a tall lanky mech with two lage canons on his back that went straight into the air. Slipstream activated an intercom to the room, "Crakel, up the voltage to 100." "Yes my lady," said the mech next the panel as he placed his fists into two indentations in the panel. Crakel's fists began to spark and a devious evil smile came across his face as a massive surge of electricity coursed through the prisoner's body. The prisoner lurched forward and let out an agonizing roar of pain. And then the mech's head dropped below his shoulders. Crackel removed his hands from the indentations and pressed a button on the control panel disengaging the restraints, and the prisoner's body feel limp to the ground. "Ma'am, this one's broken. May I please have a new toy?" said Crakel over the intercom, looking into the camera. ------------Earth------------- Hot Shot, Bulkhead and Teletran's Life Model Interface Unit (LMUI for short) worked diligently repairing the ship's long range communications systems in the hopes that should they succeed they could contact Cybertron and get a rescue party to save them. It was a long process that, between Teletran's poor directions, Bulkhead's overwhelming body size, and Hot Shot's lack of tech smarts, had barely made a radius of 400 miles after 3 hours. At this point Bumblebee drove in hauling Hounds upper half and another car of Cybertroian origin fallowing behind. "Guys Hounds been attacked!" yelled Bumblebee as he transformed to his robot form. "This guy explained it to me so I'll let him tell you." The other vehicle transformed with the screeching and grinding of rusted gears and metal plates rubbing against and past each other as the car reshaped itself into Tailgate. "Hound and myself were climbing out of a cave," Explained the mini-bot. "This tank is sitting there when we came up and it fired off its canon. Hound jumped and shoved me down but the blast took his legs. I tried to use the fancy communications device on his arm and before I knew it your friend was rescuing us." ----------Cybertron----------- A large purple and gray mech sat in a throne overlooking Kaon, the planet's capital. Next to the mech's throne was a stand on which a single weapon, a large fussion cannon in the color of dark orange, rested. The mech looked off towards the horizon, just over the horizon lay Paxia, the remaining Autobot outpost on Cybertron, and soon it would fall. On the edge of the horizon was a battery of guns firing consistently at the city. Inside the city of Paxia's Autobot outpost, the last commander of the Autobots Cybertron forces, Blaster, had reached a decision. Cybertron was lost. He was prepared to surrender, open a halo-communication with Galvatron. "Galvatron," said Blaster. "The city of Paxia here by surrenders on the one condition that none of my men be brought harm. Gavlatron sneared at Blaster. "Surrender? You don't understand Autobot, there will be no surrender, I will exterminate everything and anyone that opoesses me!" No sooner said, two decepticon soilders burst into Blaster's command center, leaving a trail of dead bodies behind them, one pressed his riffle to the back of Blaster's head. "Suck my gearbox," were the last words to exit the Autobot's vocal processor before a plasma round toar through his craninal structure and embedded itself in his brain module. The dead Autobot slumped over onto the control console as his body turned a shade of grey rarely exhibited in lifeforms of any origin. Galvatron, the warlord, couldn't help but laugh with delight at the end of the Autobots on Cybertron, and his assured victory on the colonies.
Fuck dude, Galvatron is an absolute monster. (Small nitpick but I found that your wording could use sone improvement in a few places. Like when describing Cakel's cannons I think something like 'towered over his head' would be better than 'went straight into the air,' as the latter bears all kinds of questionable meanings). Nice to see this being continued.
Chaper 6: What a Horrible Mistake My name is Nightbeat. Am I an autobot? Technically yes. Do I report to High Command? No. My job is to occasionally report in about this or that, but as a whole I'm a freelance investigator, I've always loved a good mystery. The fallowing is my testimony of a mystery I wish I'd listen to Hardhead about, as he uesd to say they're some mysteries that should stay unsolved. I was looking for the lost Ark that carried Optimus Prime and his crew to an unknown part of the universe, when a curious distress beacon caught my attention. Now normally I'd just alert someone else via Hyperlight transmission and be on my way, but this time was different as the beacon's point of origin was only a few Kils* from my point and the signal was a type used by an old Autobot Hyperwave spacecraft, a ship that hadn't been used since the beginning of the war. I proceeded to travel to the beccons source to find the ship with a large hole in the hull that I suppect was the result of a firefight with a much larger ship perfect for boarding. I brought my own ship in close and docked with the Hyperwave and prepared the magnets within my feet before leaping from one ship to the other. What a horrible Mistake. Waiting for me aboard the ship was the sight of several bodies floating freely most maimed or burned though I could tell just barely that they were in fact Cybertronian in origin. As I moved further into the ship something unusual caught my attention, there were foot prints in energon, I followed the trail to the bridge. From within I could hear two mechs speaking with a femme. I tried to approach the open bridge to get a glimpse of who was with me, as I did so a peice of scrap was displaced by my foot causing attention to be drawn to me. The two mechs, Deceptions as I found out, were on me in an instant beating me till I passed out. When I awoke I found myself aboard a different ship, locked within a cage. I was in the brig of the Decepticon ship and waiting for me was a slim purple and teal femme with build seen commonly amongst the Seekers unit of Megatron's Air Corps. What followed was long interrogation in which I learned this femme was the commander of this ship and she was the one in charge of the two mechs that attacked me and this femme was the former Air Lieutenant of the Seekers, Slipstream. The upside to all of this is that I now have the answer to one mystery: what happened to Grimlock and his Dynobots? They were attacked aboard their Hyperwave and taken prisoner by Slipstream. I'm transmitting this message to any near by Autobots: Please help us. * approximately 2000 miles.
It's been a while since I posted a new chapter, I'll get up one more chapter in a few days and after that Revolution will be on a hiatus of unset length do to issues IRL and time constraints.
