Transformers 3 Rise of the Nemesis

tf7 · 07-08-2009, 09:16 AM

Chapter 3

Part 2

Light-years away in space, Soundwave roared, letting out a large burst of sound that traveled into space, disappearing into nothing. The Decepticon’s visor glowed into a bright red, and his mandibles formed a distinctive robotic growl.

In the wreck of the Nemesis, Megatron and Starscream got word that Soundwave failed his mission. Starscream backed away, thinking Megatron would go into a large rage. But he didn’t. The Decepticon leader growled frustratingly, but he was still strapped onto a large array of wires and gauges that fed life to the hatchlings. His hatchlings, which were beginning to be born.

Four pods opened up, and fully formed protoforms unfurled from their fetal position. Jaws agape, they lashed out at each other with their serrated teeth. Starscream snatched the snapping hatchlings and sent a wave of energy through his arms and into their bodies. The slivering slimy creatures started to grow. Slowly but surely, metal shells formed on their exoskeleton, and they became large bipeds, and full grown protoforms. Starscream smirked intriguingly and glanced at his weakening leader. His plans were not just about total domination over the earth. Instead, it was also total domination over the Decepticons. His optics blinked a bright red, and he smiled under his breath.

“Yo! New here?”
Back at Princeton University, Leo approached a new student who shyly backed away and went into her dorm. “Come on! I ain’t that bad, right?” Leo tried to act natural, but to the student, this was far from natural. “Name’s Leo, what’s yours?” the young dude tried his luck. Frustrated, the new student finally opened her mouth to speak. “Astoria.” She flicked her long brown hair and walked off, annoyed.

Sam came by and walked over to him. “Still no luck huh?” the sound in Sam’s voice actually sounded like he cared. In actuality, it was quite the contrary.

“Nope,” Leo’s sounded disappointed with his luck so far. “Still far behind the social group.” He sighed and walked away, quickly followed by Sam. “Wish I got someone as good as Mikaela.”

Sam rolled his eyes, trying to ignore what his roommate just said. He stalled, trying to think of a method to comfort his roommate while still following Leo across the corridor. Soon he found his voice and broke the sound barrier between them soon enough as he saw Sharsky and Fassbinder approaching. “That’s what happens when you get friends like them,” he hinted. Sharsky and Fassbinder were still more anti social than anyone they knew, and were also classified as nerds in the books of everyone’s minds.
Leo stopped in his tracks after hearing those particular words. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he turned to his roommate. “I had contact with the alien race! Me! What makes you think I ain’t special?”
Sam’s answer was quick and swift, catching Leo by surprise, “Cuz now everyone in America so far has had contact with the alien race?” Leo turned back, offended. “Look, I went to war with the alien race. I was in the war!”
“So were a lot of people,” Sam contested. “But the difference is they weren’t peeing in their pants when they fought. Fought. That reminds me. What the heck did you do back then anyways?” Speechless, Leo turned and walked off.
Mikaela walked out from a corner and grabbed Sam’s shoulder while looking as Leo walked away. “Got pissy again, didn’t he?” she smiled at the thought.
“Yeah well don’t expect much. Meanwhile Grandpa Simmons over there’s doing nothing but studying Cybertronian symbols that we could so easily just ask Ratchet about it. Or even Wheeljack.” Sam declared, nodding towards the open door of his dorm where Simmons was easily visible with his old glasses trying to translate symbols that didn’t mean anything important that wasn’t mentioned before after the Fallen was destroyed.
Mikaela turned to him. “Wheeljack? You mean the dude working at my dad’s bike shop?”
“Yeah the one with the temper,” Sam said. “The newbie.”

Banes’ Bikes. The little bike shop owned by Mikaela’s father, Charles Banes, in Tranquility had been renovated in the past few months ever since the newly arrived Autobot Engineer Wheeljack offered to help in the shop. With the renovations, the Autobot was able to walk around in the now larger garage with enough room for him to work on the bikes.
The large bulky Autobot grabbed a spanner and began to tighten what to him was a tiny little screw on a tiny little custom motorcycle that he held like a plushy in his hands. His heavy metal hands were careful as to not crush it. Suddenly, he lost grip of the tiny spanner in his large hands and it slipped, flinging upwards and crashing it into his head. “OW!” Wheeljack let the motorcycle down onto the ground and put his palms over his forehead in pain. “That hurts a lot!”
Charles Banes sighed as he walked over to inspect what Wheeljack was doing. “Stop with the fenders. I can do that later. Go build me some gas tanks.”
Wheeljack nodded frustratingly and stood up. He walked over to a few pieces of metal, flipped down a protection mask over his eyes, not needing to shield his mouth cuz he already had sheaths of metal covering his face in layers. His right pinky finger altered into a strange sort of welding thing and started welding.
Charles put his hands onto his waist and watched as the grumpy Autobot tried to resist from blowing a few caps. “Look, I’m sorry if you don’t like me ordering you around but you said so yourself that you are willing to do this job.” He walked off to a shelf and reached for a few already made engines.
Wheeljack stared knowingly. “I’ve kinda’ gotten used to this. I like it actually,” he spoke with a weird American Accent (Think G1). “Good,” Charles heaved an engine onto a table and sighed. “Now are the gas tanks done?”

tfan123 · 07-08-2009, 10:34 AM

Sweet. So I wonder if Astoria is a Decepticon like Alice. And Wheeljack, in Mikaela's dad's shop. COOL

tf7 · 07-08-2009, 09:37 PM

Chapter 4

Part 1

People started running in terror as the two twin Autobots fumbled around, arguing and hitting each other constantly. The outskirts of the university was terrorized badly and the Autobot Twins weren’t helping. Skids and Mudflap crashed into a wall before Bumblebee arrived and slapped both of their faces. “Yes sir!” Skids was up on his feet in seconds. “That hurt!” Mudflap groaned. “I second that!” Skids looked back.

“Shut up!” a familiar voice boomed from Bumblebee’s radio. “Put your hands behind your back.” The giant Autobot stepped closer and examined them saluting each other. Another familiar voice that sounded suspiciously like someone’s mom echoed from his voice box. “Our baby’s all grown up! Awww!”

“Daww shut up,” Skids growled. “We here to see the little boy and his pissy friend.”

Sam appeared from the doorway together with Mikaela. “Looking for me?”

“Yeah, you!” Mudflap stepped forward. “Yo Skids, playback time!”

“What?” Skids looked confused.

“What’s wrong with you! You ugly – !” Mudflap stuttered, but not before his brother smashed his big fist into his face.

“I’m ugly!? We twins bro!” Skids slapped him away. “That reminds me,” he turned back to Sam and Mikaela as Mudflap tried to get up. “Here’s a message from Optimus.” A loud voice boomed out of his speakers.

“Sam, now that you have gotten this message, I must tell you that the Matrix of Leadership was attempted to be stolen by Decepticons. They failed this time, which leads me to believe they’ll try it again. If you wish, the twins will escort you to Diego Garcia, where NEST headquarters are at. Sam, be careful.”

“So?” Mikaela nudged the young adult. “Going?”

Sam stalled while looking up at the twins.

“You comin’?” Mudflap got up and was leaning on his brother. “Cuz we ain’t got much time–!” Skids shoved him away. “Get off me!”

Mudflap was sent flipping and crashing into a pillar, and held an arm up. “I’m okay…”

“I’m coming,” Sam made his decision and turned to Mikaela. “Last time Optimus got killed because of me. I’m not gonna’ let that happen again.” He pulled out his phone and dialed in a few numbers. “Simmons? Get Leo and meet me at the park.”

Wheelie bit the chain that was wrapped around his neck, trying to free himself. On the other end of the chain, Leo held on while trying to show off his ‘pet’ to Astoria. “It’s so cute!” Astoria bent down and stroke the small Autobot’s forehead. “My day is so ruined!” Wheelie muttered under his breath.

“Yeah. It’s awesome right - ?” Leo was jerked back as Simmons pulled him by the collar away together with Wheelie. “Ow, ow, ow, ow! Let me go!” Wheelie screamed.
“What’s going on?” Leo exclaimed. Simmons looked back. “Dunno’, but Sam needs us.” Astoria came by. “Where are you guys going?”

“Somewhere,” Simmons tried to ignore her.

“Cool!” Astoria exclaimed. “Can I come? Please?”

“It’s too dangerous!” Leo declared.

“Even better! I love an adventure! Let’s have some fun!” Astoria was as hard headed as ever. She followed them as they went.
Wheelie looked on as he was pulled along by the chain wrapped around his neck. “First her. Now her. I hate this!”

ThunderTalon · 07-09-2009, 10:14 AM

lol, i guess wheelie is jealous and hates being treated like a pet

tf7 · 07-12-2009, 12:51 AM

Chapter 4

Part 2

Diego Garcia.
The tomb of the Primes laid lonely in a dark corner of a building together with the Matrix. The cold air whispered across it, and suddenly another surge of energy built up in the tomb. The Matrix had activated something. Something deep behind the relics of time. Something that will follow betrayal – Hate. Evil. A Nemesis of time’s past.
One of the Primes in the tomb had awaken. Parts slowly unfurled as a puff of cold air filled the area. Pieces of metal dislodged, and soon a new visage broke free from its crib. Motion sensors were alerted, but nothing was to be done.

Two evil red glowing eyes shone into the darkness, and the Nemesis Prime pulled off the last remaining piles of dust that were once parts from his now deceased brothers from his body and strode off. “The Fallen must be avenged.”

Soldiers scrambled as they broke in, weapons in ready. “Get ready for the worst. Decepticons have been trying to steal the Matrix for some time now,” Lennox declared. But as they scanned the area with their advanced headgear, it was clear that the tomb of the Primes had a large gaping hole, and another hole of the same size was tore down on the roof. The moonlit night sky shone its light down onto a special chamber that once held an ancient relic. “The Matrix has been taken, Prime.” Lennox reluctantly spoke into his headpiece to the leader of the Autobots.

tobuttica · 07-12-2009, 02:11 AM

Damn, that is some terrific writing skills. Very detailed. I wish there was more to read though.

tf7 · 07-12-2009, 03:58 AM

still working on it.

And thanks

tf7 · 07-13-2009, 11:27 AM

Here's part 3 guys

Chapter 4

Part 3

The black Limousine stopped up at NEST headquarters. As the bright morning light shone onto the roof of the sleek luxury vehicle, the back door opened up and a familiar man walked up in his suit and tie. Lennox walked over to greet him. “Ah, Mr. Galloway. How nice to see you.” Lennox rolled his eyes, not excepting the greeting that Galloway offered as he stretched his hand out. “I see you’ve returned from your trip.”
“I assure you, bringing NEST back into operation was not done by me.” Galloway advanced towards him. “Someone else insisted on it. And being out in the desert for so long gave me the goosbumps. I got stung by wasps out there!”
“I’ll tell you who. Chairman Morshower. Now get outta’ here.” Lennox pushed Galloway towards his own limousine.
“What!? Morshower? You mean that lousy back stabbing idiot?” Galloway tried pushing back, but the soldier’s grip was too hard. “I think you’re referencing to yourself, Galloway. Now get back in the car.” Lennox shoved him. Hard.
Galloway landed with a thud on the floor and he looked up, his lips curled into a snarl. “I assure you. I will make you pay. You have just signed your own death sentence! Well... again.” Puffing, he stood up and opened the door of his limo.
“That is one jerk getting his payday,” Epps appeared out of nowhere and whispered into Lennox’s ear. The major nodded, agreeing as he watched Galloway closing the vehicle door behind him. The Limo’s engines started as the driver was ready to go.

Lennox and Epps both looked back as they heard the sound of a roaring helicopter. Sure enough, a helicopter carrying precious cargo appeared and landed in front of them. The propellers slowly spun to a stop, and the engine stopped. The pilot took of his helmet and pressed a button which opened the side doors.
Who else to appear other than Sam Witwicky, followed by Mikaela, Leo, Simmons, Wheelie and Astoria. “What’s this?” Astoria stopped in the middle of her tracks. “I told you not to come,” Leo turned to her. “But anyways this is where we operate. Our headquarters.”
“Your headquarters?” Astoria turned to him.
Mikaela rolled her eyes and responded to that question before Leo continued bragging. “He’s lying.”

The large yellow and black Autobot strode out from the bushes, followed by the fumbling twins. “That was a long ride, ya’ll,” Skids insisted. “I think I have motion sickness. Or jetlag.” He fell down face first onto the ground. Mudflap observed and soon decided to follow his older brother. The orange Autobot fell flat on the ground.
Bumblebee walked past the two immature warriors towards the group of seven. Lennox looked at the group of Autobots and sighed. Taking in a deep breath, he crossed his arms and opened his mouth to talk. “Yesterday night, the Matrix was finally taken. We’re not sure whether the Decepticons did it, but we do know that one of the bodies of the Primes from the tomb of the Primes was revived. We think it took the Matrix.”
“Whudda ya’ mean revived?” Leo twitched uneasily. “You mean like ‘zombie’ revived?”
“We’re not positive. But its intentions are definitely not good,” Epps answered.
“But aren’t all the Primes good except the Fallen?” Sam asked eagerly. Bumblebee knelt down from behind and tapped Sam’s shoulder. Sam turned back to look at the metal creature face to face. “How many Primes were in your vision?” Bumblebee asked him inquisitively.
Lennox and Epps looked on with the others, intrigued about this ‘vision’. Sam stalled, thinking back. “Five,” he blurted. He could remember very well the five figures that appeared in his vision. “There used to be seven Primes,” Mikaela added.
“And one betrayed the rest,” Simmons declared.
“Then that leaves six,” Leo joined in.
“What are you all talking about?” Astoria walked in.
“But then why are there only five?” Sam stalled, questioning himself and ignoring Astoria. “Unless…”

ThunderTalon · 07-13-2009, 11:37 AM

unless another betrayed the others and became nemesis prime

looking good so far and thanks for the add

tf7 · 07-14-2009, 10:33 AM

Chapter 5

Part 1

The National History Museum of London. Not a very pleasant sight with all the dead and deceased bodies of extinct or endangered creatures. A young man with a small, handy camera walked into the dinosaur display area, where everyone envied the creatures of time’s past. A group of people circled the large Tyrannosaur skeleton display, and the scene was a little less than chaotic. People were shoving each other, trying to get a good look at the fossilized bones. The young man just stood behind the crowds, trying to take a good picture. He tried to focus his camera, trying harder and harder until…

BOOM!!!

The museum shook as four big explosions took place outside the museum. Some frantically rushed to the windows to take a good look, while others grabbed their relatives and ran for their lives.

“Earthquake!” a few people screamed as they tumbled onto the ground. The whole entire area shook and quivered.

Outside the museum, the scene was even more chaotic. A whole parking lot full of cars was diminished as one of the meteors have left a giant smoking crater in its wake. The other three surprisingly didn’t cause that much damage. But there was one similarity in all the craters – the meteors had disappeared.

Hiding in a corner, four metallic, bipedal monsters strode away, hidden from sight. The newly formed protoform Decepticons towered over trees and bushes. One of them, seemingly the leader of the group growled, his smoked metallic hide shimmering in the daylight. A compartment in his chest opened up, and out came nothing else than the tiny Decepticon Medical Officer – Scalpel.

Scalpel scurried over the Decepticon’s arm onto his hand and looked around, scanning the area for forms for his four giant warriors.
“I’m sorry, I juzt cannot find ze vehicle mode large zenough for all of yer big bulky formz,” Scalpel spoke in a German accent.

The leader of the convoy of Decepticons growled once again in frustration. “We must find an alternate form! We Dynobots are big young thingies, not normal protoforms! We Dynobots need disguise, NOW!” he roared.

“Sheesh! Fine!” Scalpel jumped off the Decepticon’s palm and landed onto the wall of the museum. Scuttling upwards, he finally found a window, and scanned the inside sources. “Zere are big formz inside! But zey aren’t metal! Never mind! I got za’ plan!”