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Old 04-13-2012, 03:48 AM   #11
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This is great so far.
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Old 04-13-2012, 09:58 AM   #12
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huh, sentinel and zeta knew each other from way back. Is Alpha Prime the ancestor to Alpha Trion ?

This really is a new breath of air, personally I think we have too much treacherous and jackass (Animated Sentinel) good guy characters already.
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In this continuity, Alpha Prime is Alpha Trion, in his third trimester of life (retirement). He goes A3-Alpha Prime-Alpha Trion. Only he's so old that most transformers don't even know it.

Originally there was a longer dialog between Sentinel and Zeta (in the rough draft) but Zeta came off sounding a little too whiney, so I scrapped it. There is actually a prequel series I'm planning to show the early days of the Autobots, back when Zeta was Commander Zatron, Optronix was a newb, and Sentinel Prime was still leader. His personality is more akin to that of his comic book incarnations (Megatron Origin).

Glad you guys enjoy. I'll get Chapter 2 started tomorrow. Gotta work today.
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New Cast

Chapter 2 introduces a lot of new characters. Here's the cast list.

Autobots

Assault Team
Commander Optronix - [Classics Deluxe Optimus Prime]
Ironhide - [Classics 2.0 Ironhide]
Ratchet - [Classics 2.0 Ratchet]
Sunstreaker - [Classics 2.0 Sunstreaker]
Sideswipe - [Classics 2.0 Sideswipe]
Prowl - [Classics 2.0 Prowl]

Scout Team
Jazz - [Reveal the Shield Special Ops Jazz]
Mirage - [Classics Mirage]
Hound - [Classics 2.0 Hound]
Bumblebee - [Classics Bumblebee]
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The Living Planet

Chapter 2
Part 1 - Autobots

“Reformat complete,” Ratchet said as the recuperation chamber opens. “How’s the new configuration feel, Commander?”

“Feels a little light, Ratchet,” Optronix answered as he stepped out of the chamber in his new form. “Was it really necessary to reduce my armor so much?”

“I’m afraid so Optronix. It was the only way we could integrate your new alternate form with your current base structure. We don’t have the means to make further modifications at this time.”

“Very well,” Optronix comments as he tests his hydraulics. “At least it will be easier to move around in. Has everyone else been reformatted?”

“Affirmative. They all seem to be adapting well.”

“What about the injured?” Optronix inquires as he steps into intensive care.

“Nothing by minor injuries from the crew,” Ratchet reports as he checks a console near a pair of rejuvenation tanks. “But, these two are a different case. We’ve been able to stabilize the spark cores of both Jetfire and Grimlock, but their bodies couldn’t be recovered. We don’t currently have the resources to construct new ones for them.”

“What about using parts from the ship?”

“The technology used to build this ship is too alien to us. I can’t adapt it to our own technology. However scans reveal the planet to have plenty of mineral resources. If we can harness enough Natural Energon and refine enough material, we should be able to construct new bodies for them. Until that time, I can only suggest we keep them in stasis.”

“Unfortunate, but it will have to do for now.” Optronix takes one last look at the two spark cores, suspended in liquid and tied to a series of tubules. “Send a message to all senior staff. We must have a meeting in the war room.”

“Consider it taken care of Commander.” Ratchet acknowledged.

Moments later, Optronix enters the war room to find his staff already seated. Chief of Security, Prowl; Second Officer Ironhide; Head of Special Operations, Jazz; all were present. Optronix sits at the head of the table and looks to his advisers.

“Autobots, the situation is dire. We’ve reviewed footage recorded of the orbital weapon the Decepticons tried to use on us. The videos vividly depict the destruction of Zeta Prime. By our best estimates, there is no way that our leader was able to survive.”

“Dark Energon is an insidious tool,” Prowl states. “Its radiation burns from the inside out. His spark core was the first to go. If the Matrix survived, it would be encased in dark Energon, and impossible to recover.”

“That leaves you in charge, Commander,” Jazz explains. “You outrank me. I guess we’ll have to start calling you Optronix Prime!”

“I’m no Prime, Jazz,” Optronix protests. “Only a Matrix bearer can be a Prime. With the death of Zeta, and the destruction of the Matrix of Leadership, there will never be another Prime.”

“That leaves us in a sticky sort,” Ironhide adds, his Altihex accent very thick. “We already lost Cybertron to the Decepticons. Getting it back’ll be tough without the Matrix to guide us.”

“We’ll have to make due.” Optronix tries to focus the group again. “We’ll have to wait until we can return to Cybertron to erect Zeta’s memorial. It’ll provide us with even more motivation to succeed. Any sign that we were spotted?”

“Negative, sir,” Prowl answers. “We successfully scrambled all orbital surveillance devices. Stealth systems were engaged. Optic camouflage has been engaged so we’ll remain undetectable. Only way someone might have noticed us is if they stood outside in the middle of the night and were taking ultraviolet photographs of the sky.”

“Seems kinda twisted if ya ask me,” Ironhide adds.

“What do you mean, Ironhide?” Optronix asks.

“This here ship was designed on Cybertron before we existed. It already had this planet set as the target, and was especially designed to infiltrate this planet without alerting the inhabitants. What were they planning on doing to this planet?”

“An interesting observation, Ironhide,” Prowl agreed. “The Ancients must have had some kind of design for Earth. The planet would have been newly born back then. It does seem very strange.”

“It is a puzzle to be solved another time,” Optronix stated. “Any sign of pursuit?”

“Not a thing, Sir,” Ironhide reports. “Our efforts to scramble the gate after we passed through it seem to have worked. Doesn’t appear to be any signs of Decepticons in the entire system.”

“Well that’s good news,” Optronix exasperates. “What the status of the base?”

“All systems are up and running, Commander,” Prowl reports. “External defenses are online, the Twins set up the perimeter sensors, and the holographic cloak is stable. We won’t appear to be anything more than another mountain in the Rockies to the locals.”

“Internally, primary and secondary systems are up and running,” Ironhide adds. “The Ancient Artificial Intelligence, Teletraan-1 is online as well.”

“Sounds good,” Optronix surmised. “What about the data we collected on the local inhabitants? What do we know about them?”

“Scout team launched a thorough investigation early this morning, Commander,” says Jazz. “We’ve managed to accumulate a significant amount of data. The inhabitants’ social structure is largely economical. Whoever holds the most wealth holds the most power.”

“Hmm, they sound greedy,” the commander observes.

“For the most part,” Jazz agrees. “In terms of weaponry, the average civilian won’t be much threat, but the military is a different matter. Locales have been through a number of major wars and have developed heavy artillery capable of piercing our armor, more so they discovered fission weaponry over sixty mega cycles ago. They’ve developed the technology considerably since then.”

“Fission?” Prowl states with alarm. “The radiation generated by that technology would wreak havoc on our circuitry.”

“Indeed,” Commander Optronix remarks as he deliberates the situation internally. “A greedy, power hungry race that’s developed fission based weapons. This is an extremely dangerous situation, Autobots. No matter what happens, we must keep our presence on this planet a secret. Is that understood?”

The rest of the staff agrees and the meeting is dismissed.

Later on Optronix lurks in the lower levels of the hidden base. In a dark cargo compartment and stands before Zeta Prime’s Container. He mulls over the object and reminisces about the early days on Cybertron. The commander doesn’t even turn to greet his visitor when the door behind him opens. In steps Bumblebee, who stands next to Optronix as he looks over the container.

“So, that’s all that’s left of Zeta Prime.” Bumblebee mutters.

“Jetfire and Grimlock are out of commission, Zeta Prime is dead, and the Decepticons now rule Cybertron.” Optronix’s cranial unit sinks as he states the words. “When did things go so wrong?”

Bumblebee walks to the side of the container. He brushes some dust off the large Autobot insignia and gazes at it in silence for a moment. “I think it went wrong when the Decepticons decided that their ambitions were worth killing for. Once taking a life doesn’t matter to you, doors open to the kinds of atrocities this war has led to.”

“I suppose so, old friend. Things have come a long way since we fought as two ambitious youngsters under Commander Zatron. We’re going to have to generate a miracle to pull this operation off.”

“Seems that way,” Bumblebee mumbles. “Well, what should we do with this?”

Optronix hesitates for a moment as he considers the possibilities. “Use it. The container still carries a charge of matrix energy. Convert it into artillery mode and integrate it into our backup systems. Those systems were developed separately from the ship so they will be compatible. Zeta would want it to help us.”

“Yessir!” Bumblebee salutes and activates an interface on the container. The commander nods as he turns to leave.

“At least we don’t have to worry about the Decepticons for the moment.”
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*Sorry it took so long, here's the second part of chapter two*


“What a putrid little ball of dirt,” Megatron observed from the viewing platform of the hidden Decepticon base on the moon. “I would like nothing more than to blast the lot of it to dust. But I need the resources, and the organics have split the atom. They can hurt us. Much as I hate to admit it, we must remain hidden.”

“I understand General Megatorn,” Onslaught states as he interfaces with a control panel. “Though I am confused as to why you allowed the Autobots to escape? Why not have let Galvatron destroy them? Why let the Autobots have the ark at all?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand, lieutenant, so I’ll explain it for you.” The arrogant General began. “Of course we knew about the vessel long before the Autobots did. We are the ones that found it when we leveled Crystal City in the first place, after all. We determined that it had no specific use for us at the time, since conquering Cybertron was a priority, so we left it. We did, however, tap into the ship’s data core for a wealth of information, including this planet.

“When the Autobots discovered the ship, I had determined that it was more important to take the opportunity to cut the head from the beast, rather than chop off its leg. I recognized that it would be a terrible strain on the Autobots to protect a ship of that size while the entire Decepticon army pressed down on them. It was the best opportunity I was ever going to get to destroy yet another Prime, and to collect the Matrix of Leadership for myself. I knew that we could deal with the Autobots here, since I had sent Soundwave and Shockwave here almost thirty stellar cycles ago.

“Unfortunately, Galvatron was overeager and destroyed the Matrix along with Prime. Or at least, that’s his story. Manipulating the other Generals was easy with the spies I had planted in their midst, but Galvatron was always another story. Regardless, the Autobots will not prove a hindrance to our plans. Activate the Orbital Jump to the main terran base.”

“Yes, General Megatron,” responds the leader of the Combaticons as he makes the final adjustments. In a brilliant flash of light Megatron vanishes, and finds himself in another base. He is greeted by his loyal follower, Soundwave [Titanium Soundwave].

“What is your report, officer?” Megatron questions.

“Decepticon infiltration network secure, Lord Megatron.” The Decepticon scientist states with his monotonic voice. “Present installation is located at the bottom of a chemical pool, composed of hydrogen and oxygen, and is thoroughly unreachable by the organics.”

“Excellent,” Megatron mulls as he marches down a hall with Soundwave. “Have we pinpointed the location of the Autobots?”

“Negative. Stealth systems of the relic ship rendered it impossible to trace. We have dispatched stealth units to track enemy forces.”

“Eh, that is unfortunate, but we can deal with it.” The two Decepticons emerge in a massive hanger. Only the catwalk remains lit as shadows swallow the rest. Megatron and Soundwave meet with three more Decepticons as they discuss operations. “Bludgeon [Revenge of the Fallen, Deluxe Bludgeon], I see you arrived early.”

“Yes, Lord Megatron.” Bludgeon salutes the General. “Thunderwing assigned me a long distance mission. He didn’t know that I wasn’t going to return.”

“I see that you’ve brought some extra help as well,” Megatron grumbled as he examined the other two mechanoids with Bludgeon.

“I have. Allow me to introduce Wildrider [Revenge of the Fallen Sideways] and Rampage [07 Movie Rampage]!” he steps to the side to allow his officers to present themselves. “They may not look like much, but I can assure you that they will prove their worth.”

“A Stunticon and a Predacon,” Megatron mumbled. “I knew them, but I never would’ve recognized them. Just what have your experiments done to these two, Bludgeon?”

“Ugh, I’m afraid it would take too long to explain, General. I should mention that they are the only survivors of the process. All part of weeding out the weak. But they will prove very effective.”

“If you say so, Bludgeon,” Megatron concedes, a hint of disgust taints his voice. “What about the main project?”

“Ah yes, we are ahead of schedule so far. The data we’ve recovered from the remains has been extremely educational. But I suppose you’d like your optics to scan it for yourself, so without further ado allow me to show you subject Terrorcon-01, or as I like to call him…” Bludgeon activates a switch on the console to activate the main lighting system. The hanger clicks to life and reveals a massive humanoid form. Its body is coated with a layer of fossilized dirt but cracks in the surface reveal a metallic substance beneath.

“…Scorponok!” [Energon Scorponok]
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“Unit Alpha submitting report,” announced a clean cut human male to a wireless hands-free conference call. He drives a red Chevrolet Cobalt though the mountains. “Faction Zero dispatched four operatives at 0500 hours. Units proceeded to comb local urban area and conduct a series of class seven scans including thermal, optical, and ultra violet spectrums. The units reconnoitered outside city limits at 1200 hours and returned to location zero. Location investigation reveals the presence of extensive exterior defenses, all camouflaged. Thus far defenses for this unit have held firm. They don’t expect a thing, sir.”

“Unit Beta reporting,” another human joins the conference, this time as he pilots a MiG-29 Fulcrum. “Atmospheric analysis reveals takion emissions present. Short range orbital teleportation has been utilized within the last twelve-hundred hours. Faction Zero-One shows no activity from Omega base or Lunar base. Sensors can still pick up unique alien signatures from the ocean floor, which confirms the relic is still located there. Other bases remain inert.”

“Unit Gamma report,” says a third human in a security uniform. He drives an armored truck through a fortified base. “Merchandise has been delivered. Tracking units are active and full scans completed and logged. The military is none the wiser.”

“Excellent reports gentlemen,” remarks a middle-aged man in an Italian suite. His gray temples betray his red hair which is neatly combed over a massive bald spot as he sits in a large decorated office. “Return to base for rotation.”

The businessman punches up a logistics report on his computer and updates the preliminary information on all the targets. After he’s processed the information, he dials a number on his speaker phone. The line picks up, but no voice is heard.

“Arrival confirmed, as predicted,” he reports. “Neither group is aware of our presence.”

The line responds with a single beep and goes dead. The businessman smirks as he leans back in his chair. Over his desk, the insignia of Simultech Industries is prominently displayed.

*End of Chapter 2*
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alright. Who thought it was a good idea to give humans advanced technology ?! (looks to the Romulans, Daleks, and Brainiac)

nice twist. Just when they thought things were serious.
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First Contact

*Glad you're enjoying it Here's the start of Chapter 3*


“So what’s on the menu for today, Al?” asks the police officer as his partner slides into the cruiser.

“Cheesesteak Stromboli,” Al answered as he passed the aluminum-wrapped sandwich to the driver. “I hope that it is suitable to your exquisite tastes, Lord Carl.”

“It’ll do,” Carl answers. He unwraps the Stromboli and takes a big bite out of it. As the two officers enjoy their meal, a yellow streak rockets by, followed by a silver one.

“Agh!” Al chokes on his food as he jumps in his seat. “Figures! We finally get a break to eat and duty calls!”

“Yeah, ya got that right,” Carl grumbles. He starts the car, hits the emergency lights, and gives chase.

Bumblebee races towards the outer limits of the city, his silver pursuer hot on his tail. The small Autobot curses his situation, communications jammed and a car with a Decepticon energy signature chases him through the city. Within view of the civilians, the scout can’t transform or deploy his weapons without betraying his existence. Unfortunately, the Decepticon wasn’t so cautious.

“You’re time runs short, Prototype,” the silver car gloats as he rams into Bumblebee’s rear. “I’ll carve the name ‘Wildrider’ into your charred chassis after I destroy you so your friends will know who to blame!” He rams the Autobot for a second time. Bumblebee spirals out of control and smashes into parked cars on both sides of the road. He manages to right himself and fish-tails a corner. Wildrider skids into the turn and up onto the sidewalk. The Decepticon knocks over mailboxes, benches, and even through traffic lights as civilians dive out of his path.

“What the hell are they doing?” Carl exasperates as he struggles to keep pace. “That shouldn’t even be possible!”

“Maybe they supped up their car,” Al considers. “Jacked up the speed and reinforced the frame?”

“Aint no mods I ever heard of,” Carl responds. “where do these guys get their goods, NASA?”

Bumblebee notices the police cruiser as it follows suite. “Guess I’m not lucky enough for that to be Prowl,” he thinks to himself. “This complicates things, and here I was nearly out of the city. Better take an alternate route.” The Autobot shifts into high gear and ducks into a back alley. Both of his pursuers follow. They knock over garbage cans and bounce off dumpsters as they rumble through the thin gap between buildings. The group emerges into the outer limits of the city. Bumblebee jumps onto the main road that leads into the mountains and escapes with the silver Decepticon and the police cruiser right behind him.

The road twists and turns as it weaves around the mountains. On an inside turn, the Autobot deploys some lubricant on the road. The Decepticon recognizes the old school technique and rides the side of the mountain to avoid it. The humans are unable to react as swiftly. They hit the puddle and spin out of control. The cruiser collides with the mountainside. After they get punched in the face by the air bags and take a moment to settle, the officers drag themselves out of the wreck.

“Why do I feel like Wile E. Coyote?” Carl remarks as he checks himself over.

“Don’t suppose the Stromboli made it, do you?” Al questions after he dusts himself off. “Cheesy jokes aside, this report is going to be a nightmare to fill out.”
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*Sorry for the delay, took some time off to play some God of War. Here's the rest of the second chapter. Enjoy!*


Finally free of human interference, Bumblebee cuts loose. He reconfigures a panel on the side of his vehicle mode and uses it to anchor a sharp turn. Wildrider rides up the side of a mountain as he follows the diminutive Autobot. The chase rolls through ravines and between mountains. Wildrider hits his turbo injectors and overtakes the Autobot. He rolls into robot mode and launches himself over Bumblebee. Sparks fly as he tears at the scout’s armor. Wildrider lands on his feet and positions himself to catch the Autobot, but Bumblebee proves more nimble. He swerves around the Decepticon and ducks into a nearby cave.

Bumblebee transforms into robot mode and takes cover across from the entrance to the cave. He aims his blaster directly at the opening and waits. His internal clock counts three full cycles, with no appearance by his enemy. “Come on. What are you waiting for?” he whispers to himself. The wall behind him erupts as the silver sports car rams through the cave wall and crashes into the Autobot. Wildrider converts to robot mode and pins the scout against the wall.

“I’m a Stunticon, stupid Autobot!” Wildrider gloats as his optics flare at his victim. “This dirt means nothing to me. I specialize in killing your kind.” Bumblebee raises his weapon but the Decepticon swats it away with his saw. While his attention is distracted the scout drives his foot deep into Wildrider’s midsection and uses the momentum to launch himself into the air. The Autobot takes hold of the Decepticon’s arm and twists it as he rebounds off the wall. Bumblebee tries to lock his opponent’s arm behind him and pin him against the wall, but Wildrider shows off his modifications. He spins into a blur of twisted limbs and inverted joints, to free himself from the hold. Wildrider buries his saw into Bumblebee’s chassis. “Lord Bludgeon will have his way with your remains.”

The Stunticon smirks as he aims his weapon at Bumblebee’s cranium, but finds his arm immobile. As he examines the paralyzed limb, an energy discharge knocks him back and forces him to release Bumblebee. Mirage materializes out of thin air. He takes aim at the Decepticon with his blaster, but he doesn’t pull the trigger. “Did you say, Bludgeon?”

“That’s right,” Wildrider answers as he collects himself. “My master gave me this great strength, power I will use to destroy all the Autobots!” He lunges at the Autobots, but winds up on the receiving end of a spinning heel kick from Mirage. Before he can rise again, the Stunticon comes under a hail of gunfire from the swift Autobot. Mirage manages to lock onto each of the weak points in Wildrider’s armor and manages to disable all of his subsystems with ease. The Decepticon falls into stasis lock, and Mirage helps Bumblebee to his feet.

“Well, that confirms a Decepticon presence on the planet. How’d he get way out here?” Bumblebee inquires as he examines the damage he took from the battle.

“It does,” Mirage confirmed, “and it’s even worse than that. Bludgeon is here, too.”

“Bludgeon? I’ve never heard the name before.”

“Count yourself lucky, then. Bludgeon is a science-class unit. He was counted among the most brilliant, and most eccentric of his kind. He’s obsessed with perfecting Cybertronian design.”

“Yeah, I could tell this guy’s systems were extensively modified. Looks like some kind of customized endostructure. The procedure must have been excruciatingly painful.”

“It’s likely why he’s so unstable. A common side-effect for Bludgeon’s experiments.”

“How do you know him so well, Mirage?”

“We were both students of Banzaitron ages ago on Cybertron. Bludgeon inherited the title of Master of Metallikato when he murdered our master. I’ve been scouring the galaxy for him ever since, to make him pay for the death of our teacher.”

“Ah, I see. Well I have to get back to base for repairs. What should we do with this guy?” Bumblebee inquires as he examines the disabled Stunticon.

“Leave him. Let his ‘friends’ come to collect him. I’ll come with you just in case.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, Mirage. In vehicle mode my internal systems will repair themselves so I should be able to move pretty well.”

The two scouts collapse into vehicle mode and drive off into the distance. A couple mega-cycles later, Rampage and Bludgeon track down their disabled associate. “Pathetic,” Rampage growled. “To have fallen to the Autobots so thoroughly in the first exchange. He’s a disgrace. We should scrap him.”

“Perhaps,” Bludgeon answered. “He should not have exposed our presence so soon, but Stunticons were never known for subtly. Besides I put a lot of work into the two of you. It would be a shame for your nano-reinforced infrastructures to go back into raw materials. We will recover Wildrider and take him back to base for repairs.”

Rampage growls in recognition of the command. He falls back into vehicle mode and uses his giant claw appendage to scoop up the crippled form of the Stunticon and tows him out of the cave. Bludgeon remains for a moment to scan residual energy traces and score marks for remarkable elements.

“At least we have an approximation for the location of the Autobots now,” Bludgeon recounts to himself. “It’s only a matter of time.” The Decepticon scientist transforms into vehicle mode and leaves the cave behind.

*Chapter 3: pending*
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