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Old 03-04-2013, 07:50 PM   #1
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Return of SilverBlade

I have finally completed a fanfic of mine that I started in 2006, and it's hosted on fanfiction.net. It is pretty long at over 35,000 words.

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Old 03-05-2013, 06:01 AM   #2
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is silver blade a fan character
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Old 03-05-2013, 09:45 PM   #3
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Yes. Made him around 1996.
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Old 03-06-2013, 08:11 PM   #4
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Heck. Instead of just posting the link, I'll post the story right here.

I do have to warn people, by movie ratings, this would be rated 'R' for intense gore (in later chapters), and nudity (but no porn, I did check)

Return of SilverBlade

Chapter 1

It has been over 10,000 human years since the Predacons have conquered many planets inside many galaxies, including Earth’s. These planets now live under the military dictatorship of the Predacon Empire. The Maximals were forced to leave Cybertron, and hide in their colonies located in a gas nebula, beyond Predacon detection.

A few star fighters and other Cybertronian ships are stationed at an impressive sized space station. Inside the station, a few Maximal soldiers busy themselves at various holographic computer controls, watching readouts on the holo-screens. Cliffjumper notices something on his screen.

“Springer! Sir! A transwarp portal is opening close to us. “
“How close, Cliffjumper?” Springer questioned as he walked out of a joining room
“The portal is opening within weapon range.” Cliffjumper said in a panic
“Who ever it is, sure is taking a risk. Gold Bug, aim all weapons at the portal.”

Gold Bug nods and taps a few commands at the computer: “All weapons aimed, sir.”

“That’s not a normal transwarp portal.” Springer states as he watches the view screen “Any idea what it could be?” He said as he turns to WheelJack

WheelJack types frantically at the keyboard, looking at the results on the screen: “It isn’t a transwarp portal. It is a trans-dimensional portal.”
“Should I call for reinforcements?” Cliffjumper asked Springer

Suddenly, the com link began to beep and Springer walked over to the com station, and activated it. “This is Commander Springer of the Maximal military; state your name and destination”

“This is commander SilverBlade of the Maximal Forces. Why are you aiming at my ship?” The voice rang over the com line.

“Gold Bug, stand down all weapons. Cliffjumper, any free dock spaces?” Springer barked as the 2 Maximals type furiously at the computers.

“Landing Pad 47 is free, Springer” said Cliffjumper.
“Excellent. Silver, Landing pad 47 is open.”
“Great, I’ll see you in a few minutes” SilverBlade responded as he closed the link.

The Slash-II exits the portal as it closes. It soon heads off to the landing pads. Springer waits in the hallway. The doors open and SilverBlade walks through it.

“Welcome home, Silver, I’m sure you have lots to tell us.” Springer said with delight in his voice.

Silver and Springer shake hands “Yes I do, I have enough research to keep our scientists busy for centuries.” Silver said excitedly.

Springer smiled “Come, follow me”

SilverBlade nodded and followed Springer over to a set of doors which open when they approach. There are several chairs surrounding a large round table, and holoprojectors at each seat.

Kup was the first to speak “Welcome home lad.” SilverBlade then responded with a smile in his voice “It’s good to be home old timer.”

Kup scowled. “Old timer?”

Rodimus spoke out, interrupting the two bots “Now’s not the time gentlemen. Now, sit down please.” SilverBlade and Kup sit down at chairs surrounding the table.

SilverBlade turned to Ultra Magnus “Now, why was I called here?”

Kup spoke sharply. “Hold your horsepower lad. Tell us where you were for the past 5000 years?”

“This may sound odd, but I was at Cybertron. Not one controlled by Predacons, but one that is under Maximal control.” SilverBlade said with confidence.

“Impossible!” Rodimus retorted.

SilverBlade handed out data pads to the other Maximal commanders “Sensor readings, history, everything about that other Cybertron”

“Fascinating, but this will come later. Magnus, why don’t you start?” Rodimus said as he turned to Magnus.

“Earlier this month, we sent out an encrypted transmission to the former members of the alliance to meet on Tatooine.” Ultra Magnus said to SilverBlade

“No Predacon presence except for mining drones...” SilverBlade stated, understanding why Tatooine was chosen.

Ultra Magnus activated a holographic image of the planet above the table. “Precisely, we will enter on this side of the planet, away from any civilization” An area of the planet flashes red. “Then we will land here.” The image zooms into an area of the planet, in between mountains. “Then, we will travel here” Ultra Magnus points to a different area of the planet.

SilverBlade blinks his optics. “But, there is nothing located there.”

Ultra Magnus grins a little. “A cloaked building. Only we know the location.”

“Then how do our allies get inside?” SilverBlade said in a confused tone.
“The computers have been programmed to uncloak the building when one of the allies arrives. But to any overhead satellite, it will only appear as normal ground.” Ultra Magnus said to Silver.
SilverBlade grins “Excellent planning. When do we leave for Tatooine?”
“We leave tomorrow...” Rodimus stated.
“Good. I look forward to it.” SilverBlade responded.
“Meeting adjourned everyone” Rodimus stated as he headed out of the room.

The commanders then filed out of the meeting room. SilverBlade went down the hallway in a different direction from the others. He then entered a set of doors, walking into a room where there are rows and rows of various weapons on the walls. He passes into a second set of doors, where he sees multiple replicators in the room and computers connected to each one. He heads over to Perceptor.

“I’ve been working on this for the past few years. I think this may work”

Perceptor jumped, startled by SilverBlade: “I will analyze the validity of this research.” He took the disc from Silver’s hands and slipped it into the computer. SilverBlade looked on a few of the screens “How long will this take?”

“The computer has to analyze the data completely before it can come to a conclusion.”

SilverBlade blinked his eyes

Perceptor sighed “I do not know.”

SilverBlade nodded “Inform me when the computer has finished” he walked out of the lab without waiting for a response from Perceptor.

End of Chapter 1
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Old 03-06-2013, 08:12 PM   #5
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Chapter 2

Inside of an impressive-sized shopping center on Earth, many hundreds of thousands of people busy their day going from store to store, buying things that they need for their every day life. One electronic store was particularly popular. A teen boy had suddenly bolted out of the store, carrying an object which he had obviously stolen

“Stop! Someone please stop that thief!” the store attendant yelled out in panic.

Predacon soldiers teleported right into the path of the thief. The thief then turned around and ran other way, trying to avoid being caught. The soldiers then ran after him. A sniper hovered above the crowd, aiming a rifle at the running thief. He fires and the thief goes down hard on his face. One of the Predacon soldiers on the ground picks up the thief, forcing his arms behind his back, and activating energon bindings on the wrists. He also had another energon binding on his torso, to completely secure his arms from moving around.

“He’s just stunned. Take him to the cell.” The main soldier bellowed to the others.
“Yes sir.” The other soldiers responded and carried the teen with ease, as he was knocked unconscious by the stun shot.

Back at the Predacon fortress on Cybertron, one of the Predacons enters Megatron’s throne and bows.

“Ravage reporting for duty, Lord Megatron.” The bowing Predacon said.
“I just got this report from Earth, someone tried to rob an electronic store. This is disturbing news indeed. We give them everything: peace, security, replicators for food, and housing; and we have people stealing!”
“He will be dealt with promptly, I assure you.”
“What are we going to do about this defiant behavior, Ravage?”
“A thought has crossed my mind.”
“Speak up!” Megatron bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the fortress.
“We arrest everyone in that city, and make them our slaves.”
“Hmm...” Megatron pondered. “I like that idea, but we need to show the entire empire that this will not be tolerated. On every planet, arrest everyone in the most populous cities and the surrounding area by 50 kilometers. Tell them that they are being arrested for not paying their taxes.”
“Arrest everyone, sir?” Ravage questioned.
Megatron grinned “Yes, everyone. And also, prepare the ‘prisoners’ for slave work.”
Ravage salutes “Yes Megatron, sir!” He then walks out of the throne room.

Megatron’s throne spins around, and a holographic screen appears in front of him.

“Firewing, what’s the status on our missiles?”

A tall and red colored Predacon appears on the screen “The missiles are ready, my lord. The launchers are being built as we speak. We should be able to fire them within a week, sire.”

The Predacon Emperor made his face into a grin “These would make any galaxy bow down to me.”

On the planet Kronos (Klingon home world), Predacon vessels fly overhead. Some large carriers are on the ground, while a large number of soldiers are leading Klingons into the carriers. A group of Klingons carrying their disruptors charge at the Predacon soldiers. Only to be killed off swiftly and heartlessly by the Predacon soldiers.

On various screens around the galaxy, the same message plays. Ravage speaks to the ‘camera’ “By order of the Predacon Empire, the civilians in these cities are under arrest for tax evasion. Failure to follow the directions of the Predacon soldiers in these cities will be punished by death, resistance will be punished by death, insulting will be punished by death.” The names of the cities appear in a list on the screen beside Ravage’s image in a split-screen fashion.

The same thing happens on all of the other planets, Predacon carriers come in, and soldiers escort the population into them, and leave. The various cities inside the Predacon Empire became barren in a matter of hours. The inside of the carrier looks like a passenger plane and the citizens are led to metal chairs, their hands are cuffed in the air suspended by their wrists, and their legs are cuffed to the floor by their ankles.

Thundercracker roams the isles, smirking at the captives. “Any outbursts will be punishable by intense electric shocks, so keep your filthy mouths shut for the remainder of the trip.”

The passengers very quickly become silent, afraid of what might happen if they even whisper.

On Cybertron, in a very large building, hundreds of thousands of prisoners are watched over by their Predacon captors. A large purple Predacon with one optic as his face appeared on the many screens in the room. “This is Shockwave, Predacon General. I will only say this once. All males and females will separate. Males will go to the door on the left side, females to the right. You have 5 minutes or you will be forced to.” The prisoners begin to embrace their loved ones in teary hugs.

After the 5 minutes have passed, the Predacon overseers begin to tear the embracing couples apart, hearing screams, threats and panicky yells from the people. Yet the Predacons heartlessly rip apart couples and families, leading the genders to their respective doors.

The camera then shows Shockwave standing at a window, looking out into the large room as the people clear out. He turns to a long line of Seekers.” You go to the male’s area and prepare them for slave work.” They salute and march out of the room. Shockwave then turns to another group of Predacons “And you…go to the female area, you know what to do.” The group of Predacons grins at each other and walk out.

In the large room where all of the men are, they are all standing in multiple lines, each man is receiving several pieces of equipment to assist them in their future life as a slave. One particular man tries to run towards the door, only to be cruelly shot dead by a Predacon soldier guarding the door. The body is immediately teleported away.

Starscream speaks out “Tomorrow is the first day in your life as a slave, and you will remain a slave until we feel that you should be free to go, or if you die. Bribing us will not work, and you will be shot dead of you do so. Remember this as well, as slaves you have no rights. You will be fed the minimum amount your body needs and no more. You will sleep no more then 6 hours per day, and will only receive 30 minutes for eating, every 6 hours of work. Any refusal to do work will be punished by death. One mistake and you are killed. You are easily replaced, so don’t give us any opportunity to kill you, because we will.”

The prisoners are then led down various hallways. As they pass by a door down a hallway, they see inside, the original thief from the shopping mall on earth, strapped down in an examination chair. A Predacon soldier stands at the door to guard it, while a Predacon scientist pokes the arm of the thief with a needle and injects a green liquid into the body. The scientist says in a cold hearted manner “Pain is all you will know, you won’t know pleasure, hunger, or fear, just the pain of 1000 needles being jammed into you over and over. You won’t even feel the need to sleep. Just intense pain.” He looks towards the guard “He is ready to be taken to Megatron’s throne room” The guard grins and walks over to the chair as the human is being untied, and pushes him down the hallways, forcing him to walk while feeling intense sharp pain with every motion of his body.

The camera now shows a room full of women with the Predacon soldiers along the walls, watch over the crowd as they talk and console each other. Some women are taking this situation well, while others are crying their eyes out, calling for their husband or boyfriend, wanting to be with them.

This time, however, the Predacon Thundercracker appears on the screen “Listen up, and listen well. From this day onward, your duties will be only to please your Predacon master. You will do what he or she asks without question. Your master may punish you how they see fit if you do not do as they wish. You have no rights as of this moment. You will be fed what your body needs, no more, and you will sleep 6 hours per night, no more. We will not hesitate to kill you if you do not do as we ask, so don’t give us the opportunity. Now, that being said, the Predacon soldiers want to see their new slaves completely, so strip now, you have 5 minutes to do so. If not, your clothing will be teleported off of you.”

The women in the room began to strip off their clothing right away. Some of them get it done quickly, others are slow and others refuse to do it at all. A few of them strip completely, but others leave their lingerie on, having a faint hope that the Predacons will let them keep it. The 5 minutes are up and Thundercracker looks over to the crowd “hmm I see some of you have trouble listening to directions, we will just have to fix that” He grinned as he tapped his holographic wrist computer, causing the remaining clothing to be teleported off the ladies. They immediately use their hands for cover, but Thundercracker grinned. “No covering!” He yelled, and the ladies put their hands at their sides, having no choice but to show the cruel bots their unclothed bodies. Thundercracker speaks again. “That was a warning. You will not cover up any part of your body regardless of who sees you. You are a slave, and you are the property of your master. He will show you to whoever he wants to and you will not hesitate or cover up.”
He grins at the crowd. “Now, the Predacons will be called up one by one to choose their slave.” One by one, other Predacon forces are called and they walk up to the crowd of nude women and select their personal slave. Some women leave in tears, others just take the embarrassment, knowing they can’t do anything about it.

The camera shows Shockwave again, in the room above the crowd and looks towards a floating monitor near him, reading reports of other facilities from across the empire “400 million prisoners, that will increase our output of raw materials substantially”

Scurge walks into the room. “Why use humans for mining when the holo-drones are far superior?”

Shockwave looks over to Scurge, annoyed. “Because we can, that’s why”

The male slaves are loaded onto massive Predacon carriers. Each carrier lifts off from the Cybertronian surface and travel to various planets around the galaxy. Once the slaves are unloaded from the Predacon carriers, the head slave-master speaks out: “You are now slaves of the Predacon Empire, and as such, you have no rights, no privileges and no privacy. The only way to escape slavery is death. Your children will be born into slavery and they will die while being enslaved. Now that has been said, begin your work.” With that, the slaves are put to their tasks under the supervision of the Predacon overseers.

End of Chapter 2
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Old 03-06-2013, 08:14 PM   #6
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Chapter 3

A shuttle with the Maximal insignia lands in a massive desert on the planet of Tatooine. The door to the shuttle dissolves into a liquid them re-forms into a set of stairs leading to the ground. The occupants: SilverBlade, Ultra Magnus and Rodimus Prime, exit the shuttle and walk out to the desert. Rodimus Prime tapped a button on his holographic wrist computer “We’re outside” he says to his wrist. The 3 Maximals see the building decloak, and walk inside. The building cloaks again.

Once inside, the Maximals are led to a large room. Each planet’s representatives are seated in a way that everyone can see the main speaker, and each spot has a holographic projector so that the viewer can see the speaker up close without being physically close to the speaker.

As the crowd settles down into their seats and gradually stops talking, they all move their eyes to the center of the room when a middle-aged female woman stands up and begins to speak.

“We have learned that the Predacon Empire is secretly building a new brand of long range missile. It is called the Sun Crusher missile.” The hologram image shows off statistical information on the weapon, while the image is rotating. “Each missile has the explosive power to destroy an area that is 4 times bigger then the planet Jupiter in the Terran Solar system” The hologram changes images to an animation of the missile destroying a planet, with technical and statistical information. “Many Humans, Klingons, Vulcans, Protoss and Necromonger spies lost their lives to deliver this information.”

One of the ambassadors to the Klingons stands up, and speaks. “Why wasn’t there any Maximal involvement? Or have they become afraid of their own cousins more then the rest of us? The blood of those were spilled, they sit and do nothing!”

The middle-aged woman responds. “The Maximals were not asked to become involved because the Predacons would have known that this secret alliance exists is attempting to destroy them. They see us ‘organic’ races as no threat to them, and we intend to keep it that way.” She pauses for a minute. “The Predacon Empire must be stopped from completing these missiles. If they do, it would mean they can force any planet, anywhere to bow to them, or face annihilation.”

The Ambassador to Earth, Jean-Luc Picard (ok, I couldn’t find a name that most people would know, bare with it: P) stood up from his seat “The forces of earth will be a part of this campaign”. One by one, the Senators from the different planets rose to their feet, showing their support and willingness to participate in this course of action.

SilverBlade rose to his feet “The Maximals will lead this campaign against the Predacons.”

The middle-aged women on the stage looked around at the standing senators. “Then the decision to go to war has been decided. I now ask that the military generals meet in the War Room, to discuss a strategy”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

On the planet Cardassia, armed Predacon soldiers are patrolling the city, walking by the citizens of the planet, and interviewing random people as they walk by. In the main government buildings, the Predacon insignias are on every pillar and every wall, to show that they have complete control of the planet. Inside one of the main buildings, Soundwave, one of the Predacon generals is looking over the various monitors, making sure everything is going smoothly.

Ravage’s face appears on a monitor, speaking in that famous Russian accent “General Soundwave, the holo-projection production facility has been destroyed by Cardassian soldiers.”

Soundwave glares over to Ravage’s monitor. “Arrest the soldiers, execute them”

“That has been done. Any Cardassian within 1000 feet was executed” Ravage said with a grin.

“Excellent, this will be reported to Megatron.” Ravage’s face disappears, and is replaced by Megatron’s face.

"I have news, Megatron: the facility on Cardassia has been destroyed."
Megatron‘s eyes light up “So, they took the bait. Soundwave, kill everyone on the planet. Take no prisoners. Even women and children, kill everyone.”

Soundwave salutes as Megatron’s face vanishes, and he taps a few keys on the control board.

The camera changes to an above view of the Cardassian capital city. Hundreds, if not thousands of Predacon Seeker and Swoops appear in the sky, and begin to fire down at the city. Predacon ground troops also appear and open fire on the citizens. They scream and run, but sooner or later, they are heartlessly killed. They only avoid the buildings in which the Predacons have high-ranking members in, all others are fired at.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Picard is standing on the stage, talking about the tasks that lie ahead.

“The planet of Cybertron is protected by multiple complex shield generators. SilverBlade will explain.”

SilverBlade walks to the center of the room, taps some keys on his holo-wrist computer and a 3D holographic image of a circular disc-like device appears.

“This is what is protecting Cybertron. There are about 5,000 in orbit around the planet. Each one is has an internal cloaking device, along with a shield generator of its own. When one of these gets hit, they send a high powered burst of electrical energy, along with its neighbors at the attacking vessel, disabling it.” The animation plays of what Silver was explaining. “Also, when one of these is destroyed, each of the generators surrounding the planet moves wider apart so that the whole planet is protected again. But, this also makes the shield weaker all around, as the energy is directed towards distance, not strength.”

Gul Du-Kat, from Cardassia shouts out “Then how do we disable it?”

“I will take a team of scientists down in a Predacon vessel which was abandoned on one of the planets along the outer ring of the Empire. It was rebuilt and is set to transmit standard Predacon codes. Once there, we will disable the facilities which transmit energy to the orbiting generators.”

“What will the rest of us do?” A Protoss member calls out to SilverBlade.

“The rest of the fleet will fight the Predacon holo-drones.” SilverBlade explains, but then is interrupted by the Klingon general.

Martok: “Great strategy, you forgot to mention that we can not damage those drones, and they multiply at an impressive rate, the attack will be over before it begins”

SilverBlade shakes his head slightly. “Before I was interrupted, I was going to explain how the scientists that will join me will also have the task of venturing into the depths of Cybertron to access the computers which control them. Once they hack the system, we can bring them into our control. Also, we have taken the model which the Predacon Empire uses, each holo-projector destroyed will be replicated by its neighbor, for an unending supply of soldiers. Our modifications to your unmanned carriers would allow the drones the self-replicate, meaning as one is destroyed, and 2 more are produced. And if the carries themselves get destroyed, another carrier would replicate it twice. This is the only way we have even the slightest chance.”

The other generals in the room look at each other, and talk among themselves, eventually coming up with an answer.

The Protoss general stands up. “If our leaders will allow it, we agree to the modifications.”

SilverBlade smiled under his faceplate “Then I will pitch the idea.”

Suddenly, various monitors inside the meeting rooms show a news report

“Just hours ago, the Predacon fleet and its troops destroyed Cardassia, killing everyone and leveling buildings. This comes after a Predacon production facility on the planet was destroyed by Cardassian insurgents” The camera shows smoking buildings, flames everywhere, and dead bodies lying on the ground while ground troops comb the streets and the Predacon fighters fly overhead, shooting down the remaining Cardassian ships.

End of Chapter 3
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Old 03-06-2013, 08:15 PM   #7
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Chapter 4

As the newscast comes to an end, everyone in the room falls silent; all that is heard is the hum of computers in the background and the occasional beeping from the computers.

Gul Du-Kat softly says “Everyone? Gone?” Almost in disbelief, that his entire planet’s population was executed so heartlessly.

Rodimus looked over to some of his staff “We need a confirmation on this now, get to the communication center and find out!” The other Maximals salute and run off down the hallways. A few minutes later, Rodimus hears a beep on his communicator; he taps it “Yes?”

“We had the spies along Cardassia report that everything in the newscast is true, there is not one living Cardassian left on the planet, and others not on the planet are being hunted and executed as well. Then we lost the transmission...”

“Wonderful.” says Rodimus in a sarcastic tone as he looks over to Gul Du-Kat who is sitting down at his seat.

“I can’t fight with my military destroyed” Du-Kat says dejectedly.

“Nonetheless, we will continue the plans to invade Cybertron!” The Klingon Martok shouts out and the other leaders follow with agreements.

“Then it is time to prepare for war. The Maximal scientists have studied the layouts of your unmanned attack carriers, and are recommending some changes to them. The exact specifications have been transferred to your computers at your seats. I suggest you take these to your engineers and begin to produce these modified carriers. Out of every scenario that has been studied, this is by far the best one.” SilverBlade states very coldly and almost in a commanding way.

The other leaders read over the layouts on their computer, and talking with their fellow staff about it. The leaders nod in agreement. They send the plans to their home planets so the engineers could begin to work on them.

Ultra Magnus turns to Rodimus. “What if this doesn’t work, Rodimus?”

“It will work, Magnus” Rodimus says with an optimistic tone to his voice. “There may be heavy losses in this alliance, but we will defeat the Predacon Empire.”

Ultra Magnus nods and looks over to Du-Kat “"After this war is over and we have defeated them, the Maximals will re-populate Cardassia, as well as every other planet that has lost life.”

Du-Kat looks back “I will fight the Predacons until I breathe my last breath”

SilverBlade looks around, then to the middle-aged women from before. The woman then stands in the middle of the room “If there is no further business to conduct, then this meeting is adjourned. Good luck in the fight. We all could use it.”

With that, the group of leaders exits the room. The members enter their respective vessels and travel back to their home planets.

On board the Maximal vessel, Rodimus taps a sequence of keys, and Cliffjumper appears on the screen. “Cliffjumper; tell Kup to send out engineers to our allies, all of them. They will assist in constructing their new vessels.” “Yes Sir!” Cliffjumper salutes and his image fades off the screen.

Once the Maximal commanders have docked on their space station, SilverBlade immediately exits the transport and heads towards the command room. He looks out the windows to see the smaller transports detaching from the docking rings, carrying the engineers to their fellow allies. He also says a little prayer “Dear Primus, let us succeed, I’ll sacrifice myself to let this victory happen.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *
In the Predacon command center, Firewing is talking with Kai Winn on the view screen, while other Predacon officers are busy at their stations.

“This is your last chance, Kai, denounce your faith in the Prophets and tell the planet of Bajor to do the same. “ Firewing says to Kai Winn.

“I will do no such thing!” she responds back. “This planet was founded on the bases of that religion and I will not tell my people to follow the religion of machines!”

“Better start praying to your false gods now, Kai” Firewing says then shuts off the screen. “Dinobot, aim set five sun crusher missiles to Bajor’s coordinates” Firewing shouts. “Yes Sir!” Dinobot grins widely as he taps the command into the computer.

The camera shows a large field of large missile turrets. 5 missiles slide up from the ground until the nose is above the ground.

Firewing looks over to Dinobot “When you’re ready, Dinobot”.

Dinobot grins widely again, and taps in the command to launch them. Firewing looks at the view screen to watch the missiles lunch into the Cybertronian sky. Once the missiles exit Cybertron space, electricity begins to form in a half-dome in front of them. A portal begins to open up in front of the missiles, and the missiles enter it.

“In just a few minutes, Bajor will be nothing but an asteroid belt.” Firewing says coldly.

The camera shows part of the planet Bajor from above. Several transwarp portals open above the planet, and each missile heads towards the surface at great speeds.

In the major cities of Bajor, the citizens look up to the sky when they see multiple fireball-like objects. When the missiles hit, massive energy shockwaves are sent out from the point of impact, destroying the buildings, houses and causing the civilians to be thrown to the ground or against the side of buildings. Next, the ground begins to burst from the point of impact and outwards, the debris being thrown into the sky. The whole planet breaks apart in a huge explosion, sending rocks, dirt, and pieces of bodies in every direction.

On the Maximal Space station, the alarm rings very loudly.

SilverBlade runs into the command center “What’s the situation, Gold Bug?” Rodimus and Ultra Magnus arrive right behind SilverBlade.

Gold Bug taps some commands into the computer “I don’t know sir, a protoss scout ship reported having detected a massive explosion with Bajorian space, and then we lost contact.”

SilverBlade looks to the other commanders, then back to Gold Bug. “Keep trying to re-establish communication with them.”

The other Maximals in the command center frantically tap at the holo-controls, in an attempt to reconnect with their allies. Suddenly the main view screen flickers to life, showing some Protoss officers. “The radiation from the explosion must have had too much interference for the communication to get through. We did a long-range scan of the explosion. It was the planet Bajor. The planet is gone. “

Rodimus blinks and heads over to Gold Bug “Contact the nearest vessel in the Bajorian sector besides the Protoss and request them to scan for the planet, this has to be confirmed before we take any action.”

Gold Bug nods and begins to type in the commands “The closest vessel to the Bajorian sector is one from Naboo.”

“Contact them” Commands Rodimus and Gold Bug types in more commands “This is Gold Bug from the Maximal Headquarters, we are requesting that you scan the Bajorian sector for any signs of an explosion. A Protoss vessel detected an explosion and we need confirmation.”

“This is the scout vessel 098 of the Naboo Royal space fleet, Please stand by while we scan the area” Replied the Naboo vessel.

“Acknowledged scout vessel 098. Awaiting your reply on the status of the planet Bajor” Gold bug replied into the com system.

After a few minutes of waiting, the view screen flickers on “This is the Naboo vessel 098 from the Royal Space fleet, we have scanned the area of what was the planet Bajor. Here is what we found” The view screen changes to show a rapidly moving asteroid field. “We are afraid that the planet is now gone. Scans show residual signs of a mammoth multiple explosions where the planet once was.” “Thank you for your time” replies Rodimus. The screen shuts off and changes to the view of various shuttles docking and undocking. He looks to the crew.

SilverBlade looks over to Rodimus “They must have finished those sun crusher missiles...” “How do you know? It could have been a space anomaly or a small supernova.” “Because...” SilverBlade begins. “They are using a design I made before I was reprogrammed. I never finished the design of those missiles. They must have found my research and completed it.”

“You mean those blueprints were locked for over 7000 years?” Rodimus questioned the other Maximal commander. “Yes sir. The code was never meant to be cracked…of course they had 7000 years to do so.” SilverBlade replied to his superior.

“If they ever find us...” Rodimus began when Ultra Magnus continued it “We would be destroyed. The Maximals will have lost”

Kup then speaks up as he enters. “And with it, all hope”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The Predacon fortress sits on Cybertron’s surface. It is the largest, biggest, and most fortified building in the Predacon Empire. The edge of the rooftop is lined with large automatic gun sentries, with a Predacon soldier about ever 30 feet on the roof holding an energy rifle.

There are also a few dozen Predacon soldiers on the ground in a patrolling pattern. Predacon pyramid fighters also fly overhead occasionally on air patrol around the capitol building of Cybertron.

Hundreds Predacon soldiers walk along the inner halls of the fortress conversing with one another. Every 30 feet, and 10 feet high up, victims are chained to the wall with tubes filled with various liquids, running in and out of their bodies. A constant moan of pain fills the hallways from these victims, forced to be decorations for the amusement of the Predacon leader, Megatron.

In Megatron’s throne room, a young Bajorian woman, around the age of 23, is performing a strip show, for his enjoyment. A monitor screen fades into view above Megatron’s throne, where he is sitting. Firewing is seen on the screen “My lord Megatron, the sun crusher missiles worked. The planet Bajor is destroyed. Only an asteroid field remains.”

Megatron cackles at the news from his second in command and looks to the woman, who begins to shed tears “I didn’t say to stop, slave, and continue until I am bored with you.” With that, the woman continues to dance, although crying and sniffing throughout her dance.

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Chapter 5

A period of 3 months has passed since the planet of Bajor was destroyed by the heartless Predacons.

On many of the Predacon-controlled worlds, the Predacon soldiers oversee the construction of multiple launching platforms for their newly developed Sun Crusher missiles. Each platform would span many miles, and would be capable of launching 20 missiles at once, each with transwarp capabilities on it. These launching platforms have also been constructed by the millions of individuals which the Predacons have enslaved from the planets they conquered.

Inside the Predacon fortress on Cybertron, a tall, blue Predacon approaches Megatron’s throne, and speaks in a monotonous tone. “Every Cardassian within the empire has been accounted for and executed, Lord Megatron. Except for one group.”

“Who would that be, Soundwave?” Lord Megatron responded.

Soundwave walks over to the throne, and hands him a datapad. “Ahh”, smirks Megatron. “Gul Dukat and a few members of the former Obsidian order.”
“He wasn’t present on Cardassia. Soldiers have been hunting for him since.” replied Soundwave in his ever-famous monotone voice.
“Find him, and when you do, bring him to me, along with his countrymen.” the Predacon leader states coldly.

Soundwave salutes and walks out of the throne room.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Inside the main Maximal Headquarters, a large manufacturing stage is on the way. Their replicators are working overtime, replicating the many thousands of parts needed for star fighters and battleships. Once the parts are fully replicated, energy beam latch onto the various parts and places them together to form the final product. Each replication bay is occupied all the time by a spacecraft being constructed. Each vessel is constantly engulfed in multiple beams of energy, and rotating in all directions as the vessel is being completed.

Inside the station, Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus watch over the events.

“It sure was a brilliant idea Wheeljack”
“We expanded the replication technology from producing metal panels to building the vessel itself. It took the engineers about 60 human years to figure out how to do that.”
“Keep up the process; we need every ship we can get. We also need crews to fill them as well.”
“Rodimus is arranging crews for the fleet. Once we have every single Maximal assigned to a vessel, the replication bays will begin to produce unmanned vessels.”
“Make sure they have the most advanced form of intelligence, I want the unmanned fighters to be just as good as piloted fighters”

Wheeljack nods.

“Also, build the carriers, the ones which replicate more unmanned fighters when one is destroyed. This will be an all-or-nothing campaign” Ultra Magnus commanded.

“I agree that it is time to end the Predacon rule now” responded Wheeljack.

Ultra Magnus leaves Wheeljack and ventures into a corridor, and then he turns at a doorway labeled “Armor fitting room”. The door dissolves like a liquid and after he walks through the door the liquid rises from the ground and re-forms into the door. He now stands on a platform overlooking a large room. There are CR chambers set ever 10 feet apart, and maximal soldiers enter and exit the chambers at random.

Ultra Magnus approaches SilverBlade, who is at desk with multiple holographic screens, each screen showing the activity inside the chambers.

“The engineers did an excellent job. They modified the CR chambers to not only repair damaged parts, but to also fuse the new type of armor onto the soldier inside.” SilverBlade says to Magnus without looking at him.

“Remind me”

“This armor has a shield generator built right in, and if that fails, the armor itself can be ‘healed’. The armor is regenerated by the spark energy residing in each maximal. Their onboard computer activates the healing system. The wound fills in with energy, and that energy repairs the damaged parts, and forms new parts when and where it is needed.” SilverBlade explained.

“Keep up the work, Silver. We need every Maximal capable of fighting as soon as possible.”

“When are we going to launch?”

“Rodimus has yet to decide. A safe bet would be within 2 earth weeks.”

“Most of the Maximals will be ready by then.” SilverBlade says with confidence.

“Make sure they are…” Ultra Magnus states as he leaves the room.

Magnus walks along the corridor and enters another room. He finds the other Maximal commanders there, including Rhinox and Primal.

“We can’t allow the organic races to be part of this no matter how many ships they have!” shouted Rhinox.

“They have just as much to gain from our victory as we do! And there are more organic slaves under the Predacon command then robotic slaves! We must let them be part of it to free their own kind!” Kup retorted.

“Their bodies can’t stand the amount of punishment that we can, one shot and their down. We can take hundreds and keep on going.” Rhinox says glaring at Kup.

“Quiet you two!” Rodimus interrupts them. “You both are right, but because they’re representatives in the senate have stated they will be a part of this invasion on Cybertron, we can’t deny that right to them.”

“What would happen if one member flips his decision, and refuses to go to war?” Optimus Primal questions Rodimus.

Rodimus sighs heavily. “Then we have one less race to go to war with, plain and simple. We will offer the humanoid races the use of our exosuits. They are built with the same armor that Commander SilverBlade has developed.”

“That could be tens of thousands of potential exosuits, we don’t have the resources or time to produce that many.” Rhinox states, with a hint of worry in his voice.

“Each race has been given the data tracks to replicate their own exosuits.” Ultra Magnus says to the others. “Also, every maximal must report to the armor fitting room to get the new armor fused onto them. That includes us commanders. We need to be on the battlefield as well, and any amount of protection we have will help.”

“When can we expect the other fleets to arrive?” Rodimus tilts his head, looking at Magnus.

“If all goes to plan, we will have every fleet here within 2 weeks.”

“We need to come up with some strategies of our own and fast.” says Rodimus, in a rushed manner.

“That is true. I will begin to formulate a plan today.” A confident Primal states and leaves the room.

“Meeting adjourned, for now.” Rodimus sighs and heads out, followed by the others.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The camera shows a Predacon space cruiser, and then it shows inside, where multiple Predacons are on the various consoles, with Terrorsaur in the Captain’s chair.

“Terrorsaur, we found the missing Cardassians” Ramjet calls out

“Excellent, contact Megatron on Cybertron”

The back of Megatron’s head appears on the screen

“Lord Megatron?”

Megatron swivels around on his chair to face the screen “Report, Terrorsaur.” he says in a commanding manner

“The surviving Cardassians has been spotted Lord Megatron. Should I kill them?”

“No. Bring them to me so I may deal with them personally.”

“But Megatron…!” Terrorsaur began to protest, only to be interrupted by Megatron.

“You will bring him to me unharmed or your fate will be the same as his!”

“Yes, your highness.” Terrorsaur says in defeat.

The screen shuts off to show the Cardassian vessel.

“Black Arachnia, target the engines and fire to disable them.”

Black Arachnia types at the console and looks at the screen. 2 shots strike the Cardassian vessel’s engines. “Direct hit, they are dead in the water.”

“Excellent.” says Terrorsaur. “Teleport the Cardassians to the brig and lock onto the vessel with a tractor beam. We’re going to haul it back to Cybertron.”

“Aren’t you going to destroy it?” Black Arachnia questions Terrorsaur.

“Why destroy something when we can still use its material? Plus that vessel has a warp reactor inside of it. Cybertron is constantly low on energy and every bit counts.” Terrorsaur says to Black Arachnia.

“As you wish, Needle nose.” Black Arachnia says with a hint of reluctance as the Cardassian vessel is engulfed by the tractor beam. The Predacon vessel then turns around, and heads for Cybertron.


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Chapter 6

In a large room, several of the Maximal leaders and military generals sit around a table, except for SilverBlade. Each Maximal has a data pad in front of them, and Rodimus sits at the head of the table.

“This had better be important, Magnus. We do have war to prepare for, incase you forgot.”

Ultra Magnus looks to the others in the room. “I apologize for taking you away from your duties; I promise I won’t be too long. I called this meeting because I don’t think we should trust any forces to SilverBlade’s command. I don’t even think we should trust him to fight for us, or trust the new armor he is fusing into our soldiers.”

Kup looks over to Magnus and asks: “Why do you not trust the lad?”

“He used to work for the Predacons!” Magnus raised his voice. “He was built specifically hunt down Maximals beyond the reach of the Predacon Holo-drones. How do we know we can trust him? His ‘new armor’ could just be a waste of our resources and may fail in the battlefield.”

“He has proven himself to be a valuable member of the Maximals, and he has given us blueprints of nearly every major building on Cybertron.” Optimus Primal says as he looks over to Ultra Magnus.

Rodimus responds with: “He was re-programmed into a Maximal before he was lost in a transwarp conduit. He proved to us then that he as much a Maximal as any of us are. Granted, his personality, his fighting style and instincts are that much like a Predacon, but his intentions are clear, and they are to destroy Megatron, at all costs.”

“What about his past history? What about the many hundreds, perhaps thousands of lives he took, and the children had to watch their parents be slaughtered? Doesn’t that say anything about his lack of regard for life? As you said, he fights like a Predacon and can act as a Predacon at times.” Magnus shot back at Rodimus.

“SilverBlade hates Megatron, just like the rest of us…” Began Kup before Magnus interrupted. “That could be all an act! How do we know that’s not part of Megatron’s plans, to have a mole within the Maximal ranks and to sabotage our plans?”

“We would have detected any outgoing communications to Cybertron if Silver tried to make any to report what was happening. There would be no way he could communicate to Megatron without us knowing.” Rodimus says to Magnus. “As Maximal leader at this time, I will allow SilverBlade to command the forces he has requested.”

“May I ask, what is his role in this invasion?” Magnus asks in an irritable manner.

“That is none of your concern, Magnus…”

“But I need to know where my men are! You can’t expect me to command troops if I have no idea where they are!” Ultra Magnus bursts out.

“SilverBlade’s movements won’t be any concern to you. Neither will the troops he will be commanding. You just worry about your own troops, Magnus. Now, is there any other business to discuss?” Rodimus asks the group.

“I have a question,” responded Kup. “The organic races, what are their roles?”

“Each race will provide manned and unmanned fighters for air and space support, and also provide troops to fight on the ground.” Rodimus responds to Kup.

Ultra Magnus looks to the others “What about projected losses?”

“Seventy four percent, minimum.” Rodimus sighs heavily “I know it looks grim, but what choice do we have? This is an all-or-nothing campaign. We must succeed, at all costs.”

“There is no way to lower those numbers?” questions Ultra Magnus.

“From every scenario we tried, that is the lowest we could get.” Rodimus responded.

“What about events which could happen in our favor, even if it has the most miniscule chance of happening?” Springer asks Rodimus.

“We calculated everything that can happen within logic. Seventy four percent is the lowest number we have.” Rodimus said with a heavy sigh in his voice.

“Most of the organic races will be here within two days. We should get ready to go” Says Springer.

Rodimus nods “All of the troops are ready with the new armor. The unmanned fighters are waiting, and the manned ships are ready to be boarded. We dock the ships when they arrive. Meeting adjourned.”

The Maximal elders exit the meeting room one by one silently.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

At the spaceport on Cybertron, a Predacon vessel finishes its docking procedure. Two lines of Predacon soldiers march up to the vessel on the walkway, and stop. The doors to the vessel vanish. Gul Du-kat and other Cardassians walk out, with their hands in energon bindings, and an energon chain connecting the Cardassians to each other. Off in the distance, A Predacon cruiser carries the Cardassian vessel.

Black Arachnia leads the prisoners down the walk way; Terrorsaur is at the end of the line with crewmembers following.

After Black Arachnia and Terrorsaur lead the prisoners inside the building, the Predacon soldiers flicker and vanish.

Inside the Predacon Citadel, the group of Cardassians stands before Megatron. All of them are in energon bindings. Energon chains are also connecting the prisoners together.

Megatron looks down from his throne at the Cardassians. “Tisk, tisk, I would have expected your race to put up a better fight. But did you honestly believe that you could out run the Predacon fleet?”

“Actually, I did” replied Damar, before an electric surge racked his body.

“Did I give you permission to speak?!” Megatron blares at Damar as he fell to his knees from the electric shock.

“I gave them the orders to run.” Gul Dukat speaks up.

“You knew you couldn’t hide or run from my fleet, so why did you order them to try?” Asked Megatron has he looked over to Gul Dukat.

“We will fight you until the last Cardassian stops breathing, Megatron” Dukat says coldly.

“Well then, I have good news. You won’t have to spend the energy to die. Guards! Take them to the pit.” Megatron barked the orders, and 10 Predacon soldiers entered the room and escort the prisoners out.

"Pathetic organic race," Megatron muttered, "every last organic being should be slaughtered like the cows they are."

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The remaining Cardassians are lead onto a metallic plank. They hear growling and barking from below. The Cardassians look up, facing the Quintisons.

Quintison looks coldly at the group. “Feed them to the Sharkticons!” he barked. The metallic plank de-materializes from under the Cardassians and they fall into the army of Sharkticons.


Megatron watches from his throne room through a holographic screen. “Disgusting snake-like race, how dare they defy me?” He turns around in his throne, flicking another switch, causing another holo-screen to appear in front of him. “Dinobot, report the status on Cardassia.”

Soundwave’s face appears on the screen “Missile silos are almost complete. We will be ready to launch missiles within 48 earth hours.”

“These are the silos which replicate warheads as soon as one is launched, correct?”

“That is correct” Dinobot responds.

“Excellent,” Megatron says with a sadistic smile, "the Maximals and others races won't have a choice but to bow to me."

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Inside a staff meeting room, SilverBlade, along with several Maximal soldiers, sit at a large round table.

SilverBlade stands up, and faces the warriors. “I have chosen you all because of your impressive battle records and your resourcefulness on the battlefield. Our mission is to disable the computer that is controlling the planetary shield generators.”

“Just how are we to get through the shields? The defense platforms would destroy any non-Predacon vessel before it can get anywhere near the planet.” One of the soldiers asked.

“Glad you asked that.” SilverBlade states with a smile in his voice. He types on the console in front of him on the desk, and a holographic image of a Predacon transport vessel.

“Maximal forces captured this vessel, along with its pilots in a raid on a Predacon colony two months ago. They aren’t due to arrive back on Cybertron until two days from now. We will use this vessel and its entry codes to gain entry into the shield which protects Cybertron.”

“Our Maximal energy signatures will trigger the alarm, and we’ll be swarmed by holo-drones.” Another soldier said with concern.

“The new armor that was recently fused onto your existing form has a built in signature mask. You will be detected as a Predacon. But these will only last five hours….” SilverBlade explained to the troops.

“That gives us plenty of time to drop the shield.”

“We have more to do then destroying the shield.” SilverBlade sighs. “We also have to make our way into the Citadel’s underground computer network, and alter the programming of the holo-drones to Maximal control. That is why Wheeljack, Perceptor and Rhinox will be joining us. They will hack into the system and alter the programming of the drones while we guard the entrance to make sure no one disturbs us. The signature mask may fail before we are finished, and I don’t expect everyone to return home.”

“We will still go forward with this mission. We have nothing to lose!” One soldier speaks out.

“Here here!” says another.

“Then if there are no further questions or concerns, we will meet at the Predacon vessel in 3 hours.”


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Chapter 7

SilverBlade stands outside of a large Predacon vessel, while other soldiers arrive and enter it. Soon after, Perceptor, Wheeljack and Rhinox enter the hanger. The Maximal leader looks towards the view port, watching various Maximal vessels dock at the other hangers. A hint of depression shows on his face, as he does not think this mission will do any difference to stop the Predacons.

“SilverBlade, there is a less then two-percent chance that our mission will be a success” Perceptor stated coldly and sharply.

“I know, Perceptor, I know. That is why I gave everyone time to say goodbye to their loved ones. Is everyone ready?”

“Everyone is ready, SilverBlade, now lets get this mission over with. I want to see Megatron hanged for his crimes” Rhinox states in an angry tone.

“Predacon vessel Radeon has been boarded, open the hanger bay doors” Wheeljack says after tapping the communications button on the console.

“Opening bay doors now, Wheeljack, Good luck on the mission,” Rodimus Prime responds from the other end of the radio.

The Predacon vessel floats out of the hanger slowly. Wheeljack begins to type at the controls and an electric warp field appears in front of the ship. The vessel flies into the warp, and disappears.

“Make sure you keep the transwarp field steady, Perceptor. The last time I used a Predacon transwarp field, I ended up lost for a few thousand years...” SilverBlade says with a worried tone.

“Just because it happened once, doesn’t mean it will happen again...” Wheeljack says with much confidence. Though SilverBlade still felt uneasy about being in a transwarp conduit.

SilverBlade looked over at the soldiers at the back of the vessel “We all know our roles for our mission on Cybertron?”

They all respond with “Sir, yes sir!” They all respond as well as any well-trained military personnel would. .

Rhinox picks up one of his chain guns, and it begins to spin “I want to see his head detached from his body...”

Silver looks over to Rhinox. “That really isn’t like you to wish death on anybody...”

Rhinox sighed, and looks over to Silver “We were stationed on earth when the Predacon invasion began…”

-Flashback scene, with Rhinox narrating-

“We were stationed on earth at Maximal City when the Predacon invasion began. Rodimus Prime had told us to try to repel the Predacon forces until we had no choice but to leave.”

“Rat Trap came running into the command center. The overhead speaker was blaring ‘Predacon forced detected on earth’. Primal and a few other Maximals were standing over a holographic projection table, watching the battle take place outside.

“’We’re loosing forces fast due to this invasion’ Primal says to the room, as he noticed our soldiers were dropping rapidly. SilverBolt returned with ‘This is no invasion, it is a slaughter.’”

“’What is our status on our air forces?’ Primal asked, even though he clearly didn’t look at the numbers of the aerial troops. ‘They are falling faster then the ground troops, Sir.’ SilverBolt responded to him. Optimus Primal then turned his attention to me and asked ‘What about the auto cannons, Rhinox?’ I was typing away at the computer console as I responded with ‘The self-replication modules aren’t keeping up. We’re loosing auto cannons faster then they are being produced. We have to call an evacuation now Optimus...’”

“Suddenly, a huge explosion could be felt throughout the entire command center. The speakers begins to blare ‘Predacon forces have entered the base; The Predacons have entered the base.’

Optimus looked over to Rat Trap and gave a quick command ‘Send out an evacuation order to every Maximal on the planet. We can no longer counter-attack.’ It was then I knew that the Predacon forces were too much for us. But SilverBolt didn’t want to give up. He looked over to Primal, in almost shock and asked ‘So we’re retreating, and leaving the humans to be at their mercy?!’ ‘We have no choice; we have to retreat so we can regroup with reinforcements. Get to the ship, that’s an order people!’ Primal responded with a commanding tone. I knew the situation was serious, so I left my post and followed the others out just as the speakers began to announce ‘All Maximals, retreat to the nearest transport vessel, all Maximals, retreat to the nearest transport vessels.’

“As I was running to the hanger with the others, I paused and looked back. Energy shots were whipping by us. Some Maximals were hit, but not fatally so they continued. Others were not and were killed in their tracks. The surviving Maximals, wanting to get to the transports quickly, trampled over the dead soldiers. I wanted to get those dead soldiers onto the transports too, but there wasn’t enough time.”

Optimus Primal reached the boarding ramp to one of the transports first and yelled out ‘Let’s move soldiers!’ as the remaining Maximals boarded the transports. I saw Silverbolt and Cheetor run up the ramp as I entered the hangar, and Rat Trap was 10 feet behind me. I turned back to yell at him ‘Move those skinny legs, Rat Trap!’ He yelled back to me with ‘You try running with rat legs!’ Just as he finished saying that, an explosion in the hallway knocked him forwards onto his face. As the dust cleared, Optimus looked into the rubble, and said something I would never thought I would hear ‘Megatron’”

“I looked over to Megatron, who stood in the recently made opening, and Predacon soldiers were pouring into the base and firing at the transports. The shields activated around all of the transports, except the one that Optimus Primal stood beside.

“’Computer, activate auto cannons now!’ Primal ordered and the auto-cannons from the floors, ceiling, walls, and from the hulls of the ships rose up and begin to fire on the Predacon soldiers. They begin to fall rapidly, but more keep pouring into the base.”

“I saw Rat Trap climb onto his feet and begins to try to run, but only to have a large metallic object thrust into his back and come out his chest. I yelled to him as I saw Megatron easily lift him in the air with his arm. I attempted to run towards Megatron, but Primal grabbed onto my arm and said sternly ‘There’s nothing more that we can do, we have to leave NOW’ I tried to plead with him to attempt to save Rat Trap as he was pulling me onto the transport. It was taking a pounding from Predacon weapon fire. As we got inside the shields activated and the boarding ramp closed.”

“I continued to plead with Primal, saying ‘Let me out, I need to save him!’ I even attempted to re-open the ramp, but Primal wrestled me to the floor. Looking towards Silverbolt in the pilot’s chair, he ordered ‘Tell all pilots to launch and to head to the nebula.’ I heard the sound of all of the transports lifting off and cloaking so they could leave Earth’s atmosphere without being attacked. I looked over to Primal again, almost screaming at him in frustration ‘Why did you not let me try to save him?’ He calmly answered ‘You would have been killed as well, and we can’t afford to loose anymore friends....’ I was devastated. I really wanted to save Rat Trap, but the consequences we too high. I would have been killed as well, and I wouldn’t be here, attempting to save the galaxy from his clutches.”

“Now I understand why you want him dead...” SilverBlade said with a calm tone.

Approaching Cybertron now, Commander” Wheeljack turned his head.

Inside of a Predacon Space Port on Cybertron, some Predacon members sit at various computer terminals, looking at readouts about air and space traffic. One of the Predacons calls over to Shockwave “Sir, there’s a transwarp conduit opening outside of the planetary shield”

“Show it on the screen” Shockwave responds back.

The Predacon soldier taps a few commands into the console, the main screen shows a swirling mass of energy, and a Predacon shuttle exits. The transwarp conduit closes behind the shuttle.

“This is Predacon transport shuttle 7031, requesting permission to dock” came over the intercom.

“This is Predacon Command. Please send your clearance and landing numbers”

“Transmitting numbers now”

Various Cybertronian symbols, letters and numbers appear on the screen.

“The numbers are verified, Shockwave. Should I let them through?” asked the Predacon at the console.

“They are a few hours early, which is unsettling. Let them through” Shockwave responded.

“Predacon Transport shuttle 7031, you are cleared to land at Star Port Delta. A security team will wait for you to transport your cargo.”

Inside of the shuttle, Rhinox looks over to SilverBlade. “Do you think they suspected anything commander Blade?” Rhinox asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

“I’m not too sure. But we have to be prepared for anything.”

The crew looks out the front view port to see a section of the shield disappear. The shuttle flies through the opening, and the opening seals behind then. The shuttle flies then past various other Predacon vessels, including battleships, cruisers, pyramid fighters, and transport vessels. The crew looks out the windows to see humanoid slaves, almost everywhere, being forced to work for their Predacon masters. The Predacon drones fired warning shots at everyone who slowed down, even the slightest bit. The slaves did their best to keep up, even though they were already exhausted beyond their limit. The Maximal couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at the sight; the urge to run in and save them building up inside him. “How awful...” SilverBlade said with a hint of anger. Though the intense desire to run out and stop the Predacons right there was building. But he knew that wouldn’t help at all. He was there to do a job, despite his personal feelings.

“Hopefully, within a few more days, this will all be changed...” Wheeljack says, as he pilots the shuttle to the star port. The shuttle lands in the middle of a group of Predacons. The soldiers open the back doors to find a shipment of missiles; they also scan for Maximal signatures.

“No Maximals detected, Commander Shockwave” One of the soldiers speaks as he looks into a holographic screen extending from his forearm.

“Excellent. Teleport the missiles to the armory”

The soldier salutes to Shockwave. The holographic screen vanishes, and the soldiers place the missiles on the ground. The ‘lead’ soldier taps a few commands on his wrist, and the missiles are teleported away. The soldiers also leave the landing pad.

The pilots nod to each other, and walk towards the door to the building.

“Now that phase 1 is done. Rhinox, go to the shield array with Wheeljack and 5 soldiers. I will take Perceptor and the rest of the soldiers to the holo-done center. If you are finished, join us” SilverBlade ‘spoke’ to the other Maximals under disguise or cloak, but only the Maximals heard the communication. 2 ‘Predacon’ Pilots (Rhinox and Wheeljack) exit the star port and head in one direction, while the other 2 pilots (SilverBlade and Perceptor) go in another.

Ultra Magnus, Rodimus, and some of the other Maximals are in the command center. Gold bug, Cliffjumper, and other Maximals sit at the consoles, looking at Ultra Magnus and Rodimus.

Ultra Magnus looks over to Rodimus and says “All of the Maximal battle cruisers and Star Hoppers have been filled to capacity. Every Maximal is accounted for on the cruisers.”

“And what about the armor?” Rodimus asks in return.

“Everyone has been fused with it, Rodimus.” Ultra Magnus responds.

“When are our allies scheduled to arrive?”

“The last of the allies should be here within 8 hours”

Rodimus nods, and looks at the others. “Teleport to the flag ship, and tell the others to double-check everything they can within those 8 hours”

The entire crew vanishes, and appears in the Maximal Flag Ship.

Rodimus takes the Captain’s chair. “Gold Bug, have every vessel check in with their main flag ships according to race.”

Gold Bug salutes, and begins to hit keys at his console.

Outside of the Predacon Shield Array, the two Predacon pilots enter the massive building. They head over to one of the Predacon scientists at a console.

“Shut down the planetary shields, now” SilverBlade demands

One of the technicians yells back. “Are you crazy? Megatron will kill me!”

SilverBlade extends the claws from his left hand, and stabs the scientist in the stomach. The scientist looks at the pilot/SilverBlade in shock.

The other scientists in the room try to head to other consoles, obviously to call for help, but the Maximal soldiers de-cloak, and grab them before the Predacon scientists could call for help.

The technician looks up at SilverBlade. “It can’t be…you’re...”

“About to kill you if you don’t shut down the main shield reactor” SilverBlade says colder

The scientist reaches his hand over to the communications console, but the hand was destroyed by an energy shot by the second pilot/Perceptor, and the scientist yelled in pain.

“I suggest you do what he asked, or do you want me to enter your head and take the codes?” Perceptor asks the technician.

“Alright…alright…you made your point...” The technician says in a panic.

SilverBlade withdrew his claws from the scientist’s midsection “Try to call for help again and the next thing to be chopped off is your worthless head, as well as one of your buddies will have their arms torn off. Get to work before I lose my leniency.”

The scientist begins to type at the console. He works for a few minutes. On his forearm, panels separate, and a laser weapon rises to the surface. He attempts to point and fire at Silver, but Silver was too quick, and the scientist’s head explodes from an energy shot. The body of the scientist lands on the floor.

SilverBlade looks to the other scientists. “For that, all of you will share his fate, kill them.”

“For that, all of you will share his fate….kill them” SilverBlade says as he turns to the other scientists. The Maximal soldiers, almost heartlessly fire on the other Predacon scientists.

“Perceptor, shut down the shields” SilverBlade orders.

Perceptor nods and begins to frantically type at the console. Various spots on his head light up as he works.


Chapter 7
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