After the Fall
|03-06-2013, 02:34 AM||#1|
Join Date: Mar 2013
Location: Mississauga Ontario
News Credits: 3
After the Fall
I've been working on this story for a while now as a way to practice my writing and so far I think things have been going well, of course the only problem is that I haven't received many suggestions or ways of improvement.
Since this is the first story I made since I was 10(Of course I have gone over the first three chapters recently) I find that things could have been better in the earlier chapters story wise.
Anyways my story is set after the events of Fall of Cybertron; set in its own universe and seperate from the aligned continuity. Just for more freedom.
Also I would note that chapters may be rather long...
Chapter 1: Nobody Blinked
Cybertron, the home world of the Transformers, a glimmering silver orb amongst the stars, crisp blue lights shone from its crevices as moon sized skyscrapers peeked from the planet's depths. The galaxy marveled it with awe. One average day, a war broke out on the surface of the planet between two factions, the Autobots, and the Decepticons. An entire year passed. Nobody Blinked.
Decades passed and everything went to hell. Cybertron's once silver plating had turned a sickening black with rust, its molten skyscrapers now toppled and a new musty orange light replaced its pure blue as a large chunk of the Cybertron itself could be seen slowly floating away from its source. With the planet's core shut down Cybertron's veins ran dry; its life giving properties ceased to function forcing its inhabitants to find another means of survival.
The Solution was simple, leave the planet, and find a new home.
Nearly thousands of miles away from Cybertron's surface were the last of its inhabitants. The Ark, a massive spaceship made to carry the rest of the Autobot army through the spacebridge portal to set off to find a new home, they hoped to leave the war and find peace, however when it came to war for the Autobots, the enemy always has the bigger guns. The Nemesis, a warship nearly 10 times the size of the Ark had intercepted them, a slaughter broke out. This is where we are now.
A Decepticon drop ship was shot down, its crew scrambling around within, grabbing at whatever equipment they could to save themselves. The ship crashed into a pillar exploding on impact. In the middle of the Ark's port stood the defense Hub, am armored base of operations atop of the ship. Armed to the teeth with gun emplacements and heavy turrets, the hub almost immediately became a target for the Decepticons.
'That last blast took a toll on Optimus, you want to help the time is now!'
Ironhide slammed the speaker back down and attached himself back onto the turret.
The barrel peeked through a small window near the top of the hub; other turrets were stationed symmetrically along the sides of the hub where other Autobots were stationed. Ironhide was a veteran, an Autobot who had fought in smaller wars before this one, the red and black bot had the scars to prove it. But despite every scar, every medal he had earned fighting in those lesser wars, none of them had prepared him for this battle, this slaughter.
The old Autobot's flaky hands trembled, he hated this feeling, it was a feeling he hadn't had in ages. He was scared. With a pull of the trigger he resumed mowing down Decepticons from the left side of the hub to the right.
It still wasn't enough; the Decepticons
scavenged themselves up and continued to unload their weapons on
the hub, each blast creating a bigger dent in its armored plating.
'Perceptor’ he called ‘The Decepticons are about to burst through the hub’s walls, we need to find a new way to flush them out!'
Among the Autobots scurrying around the hub trying to find a frag grenade or a rifle to hold off a Decepticon with, a meek red Autobot scientist was manually working some of the Arks Guns from a holographic computer terminal across the room. His fingers moving as quickly as his processor burned the information that was sent through.
'My apologies Ironhide,' said the scientist calmly 'but I'm afraid that leaving our current positions to fight heavily armed Decepticons at this point in time would be considered "suicide"'
Perceptor turned his head and spotted a trembling Autobot cough up oil. The Autobot muttered a passphrase under his breath and in mere moments, his entire upper half had self-destructed.
Perceptor’s cold demeanor flickered as he turned back to the computer terminal.
'It barely matters at this point of time' he said grimly
'Why's that?' asked Ironhide who felt he already knew the answer.
'The Ark will not stand much longer given the ongoing attack of the Decepticons; add that to the instability of the portal and the damage it may cause, our probability of survival is under-'
A rocket hit Ironhide's turret causing it to explode on impact. Ironhide was thrown back from the explosion, hitting hard on the floor as he landed.
'Never mind Perceptor, I think I got the just of it.' He said weakly
Ironhide could only here a low muffling sound in his audio receptors as he spoke; the blast appeared to have taken out his hearing.
The damaged bot tried to get back up but his legs wouldn't allow it. He soon realized that his hearing wasn't the only thing he had lost from the explosion, he lowered his head to face where his legs were and quickly turned away, his legs weren't malfunctioning or even damaged to begin with, they were just gone, torn off from the explosion.
He shut his optics and thought to himself, this can’t be how it all ends is it? Lying on the floor of the defense hub, slowly bleeding Energon while deaf, paralyzed, and surrounded by dead people? That is not how his last moments were supposed to be. He opened his optics and turned to where Perceptor was. Perceptor was nowhere to be seen, figures. The terminal the scientist was working on was crumpled up with a fountain of sparks pouring out of the monitor like a waterfall of light. He scanned the room for the scientist only to learn that he wasn’t the only one gone. The Autobot’s that were just moment ago running around the Hub or mounting turrets, were now either lying dead on the ground, or missing from their posts, mostly the former.
How long were his optics shut for? He could still here some low rumbles in what was left of his crumpled audio receptors and concluded that the battle was still ongoing. As he crawled to the nearest surveillance monitor, he began to wonder how many of them were still alive, Perceptor, Warpath, Bumblebee, Optimus… he began to feel the lack of Energon affect his processor. He reached the monitor and booted up system. Several images popped up on the screen that Ironhide now realized was cracked. He was right, the battle was still ongoing, Autobots and Decepticons from all different sub groups and commando units were in forms of combat from snipers blowing off the heads of others to the brutes that tore apart the little ones with swords and hammers. Ironhide recognized some of the Autobots –both dead and alive- on the monitor, he thought of each one fondly.
That young one, Tune-up, Tulip, he couldn’t remember the name, used him as an inspiration to fight with his fists. Now he's dead. That one got in a fight with him at Maccadam’s before the war, dead. That one bot used to make great jokes to lighten the mood and Oh! Now Tulip’s fist is being forced down his throat. Among the Autobots and Decepticons on the monitor being shot, stabbed and blown apart, he spotted Optimus. He was at the far end of the ship, right above the rear thrusters. The flaming wreckage of a Decepticon drop ship was metres away, its fumes bellowing from its source and drifting off at Cybertron.
The Autobot leader was on his knees, standing above him was Megatron, mocking him with his mere presence alone. That brief moment, all of Ironhide’s motivation was drained away, he tried looking away but his head wouldn’t budge. He stared at the screen as the light it produced reflected off his face, while Megatron wandered over to the crashed wreckage and unhooked a nucleon shock cannon.
Ironhide’s optic caught movement in the corner of the screen; he squinted to see a small yellow Autobot steadily crawling towards Optimus.
Ironhide couldn’t mistake the bot for anyone else, it was Bumblebee.
What does that kid think he’ doing? Ironhide thought to himself as the mini bot’s figure slowly moved across the screen.
Megatron bared his canines as he aimed the shock cannon at Prime’s helm, Ironhide couldn’t hear what they were saying, but from the look on Megatron’s face he could tell that the Decepticon leader was happy about it. Prime stared down the barrel of the cannon with the same confident expression he had always used; he was ready to accept his fate.
Just as Megatron pulled the trigger, Bumblebee put all his energy into his leg servos and leaped in front of Optimus. The nucleon blast struck Bumblebee’s chest tearing a deep dark hole into his spark casing. The yellow bot fell to the charred metal ground, sparks dancing around his chest wound, his body moving in a spasm from the energy of the blast before finally settling down. Bumblebee’s optics dimmed from a flickering blue to a murky grey.
'No!" Ironhide shouted. He still couldn't hear himself, hell he couldn’t even feel himself, the only thing he could feel was his life force slowly slipping away
Ironhide accepted it and his optics darkened
Optimus will be next, those were his last thoughts before shutting down.
Optimus screamed Bumblebee’s name, his vocalizer cracking from shock. He held the collapsed bot and felt for a life sign. With a quick, painful realization, he learned that Bumblebee was no more. Optimus had learned to mourn soldiers long before the war began, he learned to mourn for Prime’s, those who lost too much, and even the enemy at times, but this was the first time he would have to mourn a friend. This was far different from anything else he had experienced in this war; it was by far the worst.
‘What a waste of Energon’ snarled Megatron as he threw the overloaded shock cannon to the ground.
Prime’s mind became flooded with memories of the young scout. Back when they first met during the attack on Iacon, the battle with Trypticon, he remembered Bumblebee's enthusiasm and when it was taken away when Megatron ripped out his voice box. All that was left of the little yellow Autobot was a burnt corpse and an extinguished spark. Optimus did not know why but for once he didn’t feel sorrow, he felt something else, something he never truly felt before, something he never wanted to feel before, he knew of it too well though, and he knew only too many words for it.
Anger, Rage, Bloodlust- the urge to rip Megatron’s throat out, he finally knew it, he finally understood.
‘After eons of conflict I finally see truth in your words Megatron’
Megatron casually approached the Autobot leader while unsheathing an Energon blade.
‘And what might that be, Optimus?’
Uncaring for an answer, Megatron brought the sword down only for it to be caught by Optimus, the blade cutting wounds into the palm of the Prime’s hand.
‘That this Universe, no matter how vast, will never be big enough for you and I to coexist!’
Optimus punched Megatron in the gut sending the Decepticon flying onto the higher decks. Megatron managed to dodge just in time as Optimus leapt at him with his own blade, Cybertron’s blazing core shining behind his silhouette.
The two bots clashed like they have done many times in the past, only this time was different, with every stab, every punch every gunshot that was made, both leaders felt their rage growing stronger and stronger.
After one last stab at Megatron, the portal began to tear the Ark apart; all of their work as well as their future were being taken away from them in one long grab and pull. As Optimus was sucked through the portal, there was only one thing on his mind, something Megatron said.
"This is what you chose Prime when you defied me, all of this is your doing" Megatron was right.
Ironhide’s optics sprung open. He sat up and observed his surroundings; he was in the Ark’s medical bay. The damage had taken its toll on the place, the lighting in the room was dim and piles of debris littered every corner. He soon realized he wasn’t the only injured bot in the room, several other wounded Autobots were lying on recharge slabs, to Ironhide most of them didn't look like they were going to make it.
Hound appeared to be hooked up to a sort of life support machine while Scattershot had a hole in his chest exposing several wires and bolts, Arcee was in the center in the room with her helmet split open. It appeared that either Ratchet or First Aid was doing some sort of surgery on her earlier. He sat up and stared at his lap, his legs had been reattached, but what happened after he went in to stasis?
The memories of what happened to Bumblebee came back to him with a flash. Ironhide moaned and brought a hand to his face, the poor kid didn't deserve it, he was the one that should've been out there protecting Prime not the kid, it was his job as his bodyguard after all, not a scout’s.
His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.
'It's about time you woke up old timer'
Ironhide recognized the bellowing voice immediately and a smile crept upon his face.
'Warpath, don’t you have anything better to do than watch a bot while he naps?'
Leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed stood a bulky red Autobot with a blue visor, a red faceplate, and a case of tank turret syndrome.
'Heh, what can I say, I wanted to make sure you were still online, after all an old man like you is bound to die at any moment.'
Ironhide tried to stand but teetered before catching his balance. He was glad he didn't fall otherwise he wouldn’t hear the last of it from Warpath.
‘Hah I knew I would survive in the end.' he lied.
'Besides you aren't all shiny an’ new yourself either' he said motioning at Warpath’s torso.
Warpath looked down at his body, his cannon was missing. It had been ripped out by a Decepticon while he was in tank mode (what's worse is that the Decepticon got away with it). His visor was cracked and his arm’s had several cuts in them leaking tiny drops of Energon.
'You think this is bad?' He replied looking back up again 'Some of the guys who survived are barely recognizable anymore'
Ironhide’s expression lowered
'So how many of the "guys" are still functional' he asked unsure if he wanted to know the answer or not.
Warpath let out a sigh and sat down on a nearby bench.
'Less than a hundred of us are still alive, fewer are up and about. Perceptor is still okay just to let you know, he said he bailed on you and wanted to apologize, he’s been working on finding our location on the map though so I wouldn’t hold it against him.'
Ironhide was surprised that he didn't consider it before.
'Warpath where are we?'
Warpath looked confused
'We are eh... in the med bay, maybe you need some more rest after a-'
'No not that, I mean did we win the battle? Did we make it to our destination? …Is the Ark functional?'
Warpath scratched the side of his head 'Er, maybe you should ask Perceptor, I'm not too good at explaining the…stuff'
'Then what are we waiting for? Let's go see him.'
Ironhide stumbled as he walked forward catching the side of his repair bay
'Easy now' said Warpath as he helped Ironhide back up.
Ironhide gently pushed him away before regaining his balance.
'I'm fine let's just go'
The two of them transformed to vehicle modes, Ironhide in his old beat up truck mode that he had used since before the war had begun, and Warpath, a barrel-less tank that lacked its signature deafening cannon. For Ironhide conversion was terribly painful but compared to what he experienced in the previous battle, this was nothing. Despite his wounds Warpath didn't even let out a grunt. The two of them proceeded to speed down the viscera stained corridors of the Ark's halls, passing by broken off limbs and thrown data pads as they did so.
'Warpath, back on topic- besides you me and Perceptor, who else made it? I didn't see Ratchet in there, is he..?'
'Ratchet's fine, thank Primus for that. Without him I don't think many of us would still be around, the reason you didn't see him is because- well-‘
Warpath slowed himself as he tried to form the words
‘After what happened to Bumblebee- He was killed by Megatron. I'm sorry Ironhide; Jazz went to gather his body inside before the portal tore up the Ark, but the portal… it sucked what was left of the little guy away.'
'I know Warpath, I saw what happened'
He didn't want to ask about Optimus knowing that if he wasn't killed by Megatron he would have greeted him by now. Deep inside he knew that he just didn't want to hear it.
'I'm gonna miss the little squirt Ironhide'
'Same here Warpath… Same here'
Cybertron: Shockwave’s lair
Starscream woke up under a pile of metal; everything was a blur and his head felt as though it were pounded by one of Rumble’s pile drivers. He picked himself up and gathered his thoughts. One moment he was trying to make a deal with the leader of the Lightning strike Coalition, next thing he knew he was thrown across the room and forced to undergo stasis lock.
He scanned the room, charging his rifle in the process. Grimlock was nowhere to be seen.
He cursed under his breath. How am I supposed to gather my army when my first employee runs off?
Starscream transformed into his sleek red and white jet mode and flew out of the purple cylindrical room into the bright city of Kaon. Starscream could see the street light’s lighting the ground of the city like a star.
As he flew around the tall purple and green lit skyscrapers, he realized that he was the only one in the city, besides him the place was completely devoid of life. He felt a wave of uneasiness as he saw that not a single living Decepticon patrolled the skies or drove around on the streets. Were they all fighting on Megatron’s behalf? Or did the Autobots wipe them all out while he was in stasis. No, he couldn't have been out that long, but something strange was happening and he intended to find out what. Wherever he flew, the more fear overcame him.
He began to think aloud as the questions flooded his mind.
'What if I'm the only one left?'
'What if Megatron chased after Shockwave's stupid idea of visiting other worlds to drain them of Energon?'
'… What if Megatron took everyone else with him? That would mean I would be left alone, and with no Energon for myself...'
Starscream’s scanner began to beep,
'Finally a life signal'
His GPS showed a red dot a few kliks away from his position.
There was someone else still here; he didn't care if it was Megatron or Optimus Prime. All he wanted was to find someone who may be able to help him, just so that he wasn't alone. But then again, whoever they are, they should have enough Energon to last him a little longer to live. As he flew closer to his destination, he noticed that the signal was coming from Shockwave's old power tower, or what's left of it. The base of the tower was gone and the energy that surrounded it was gone with it. Did this mean Megatron was still somewhere on the planet? Or was this a part of Shockwaves plan to leave him here to die.
His thought was interrupted as he located a second energy reading. The second red dot on his GPS was speeding right towards his position on the map. It was heading straight for him.
'Hah he flew right over us, what an idiot'
Swoop chuckled to himself while he sat on a piece of debris within the deep trench, the other two Dinobots sat adjacent to him
'Quiet Swoop, he can't seem to track our life signals, but that doesn't mean he can't hear us' said an angry Slug.
'Oh come on, you got to admit seeing that weirdo freak-out gives a sort of satisfaction no?'
Slug rubbed his optic lenses
'We are stranded on a dying planet with no Energon and more importantly, no friends, if this isn't the time to be solemn then I don't know what is' said the Tricera-bot gruffly
The Stego-bot, Snarl stepped up to speak, something he was never good at.
'Slug is right; Grimlock gave his life for us, we need to-'
'Us?' interrupted Slug who stood up and jabbed a finger at Snarl’s face
'He deserted us! All he wanted was to keep the Autobots from leaving so that we could all die fighting the Decepticons in what he calls an "honourable and glorious way".’ He sat down and rested his head in his hands.
‘If he was smart he would have stayed here with us, then we could have had Prime pick us up and be up on the Ark in no time!'
Snarl remained silent, not knowing how to respond.
'Aw lay off the kid would yah Slug? He was just trying to defend you is all'
'Shut up Swoop.’ Slug leaned in ‘it's about time we begin the operation as planned.'
End of Chapter 1
'I get it, you all want me out of here because I'm not a vet or-or a tech head. I get it, I'm done, I'm gone.'
|03-07-2013, 07:02 PM||#2|
Join Date: Mar 2013
Location: Mississauga Ontario
News Credits: 3
Chapter 2: Fits and Fists
Perceptor sat in his chair with one leg over the other. He was tapping his finger against the arm of the chair while rolling a laser pen around his knuckles. Two obvious signs of impatience, Jetfire insisted they wait for Ironhide before going over the current situation given his large role in Autobot High command, but the impatient scientist couldn't find it any more than completely unnecessary, bots like Ironhide were forged for their strength and their bravado, not for their intelligence or their “calm” disposition. He scanned the conference room for the seventeenth time that hour, the round table was trashed and the chairs had been flung across the room.
Pity no one has bothered to fix it, he thought.
The room was a cylindrical shape with enough space to fit over a dozen bots. High command would have originally sat at the Round table in the center of the room during meetings to discuss plans with one another (Of course in the end, Prime would have been the one to make the ultimate decision). Higher ups that weren't in stasis, med bay, or dead, were standing in the room doing their own business as Perceptor sat and observed, they were either talking to one another or daydreaming.
From left to right across the room stood, Cliffjumper and Jazz; who were going on about something involving scatter blasters and nucleon rifles, Silverbolt; who was leaning against a wall and staring at the floor as if he were in a trance. Jetfire stood in the middle of the room reading a data pad while Sideswipe stood next to him seemingly trying to grab his attention. Ratchet was absent of course due to his current emotional status after the death of Bumblebee; however it was apparent that Jetfire was willing to let that one slip.
Ironhide walked into the room stiffly and made a beeline for Perceptor as Warpath followed close behind.
Perceptor stood up, smiled and walked towards Ironhide whilst offering a handshake.
'Nice to see you are still functional Ironhide! I hope you didn't happen to need any hel-'
Before He could finish his sentence, Ironhide’s fist slammed into the scientist’s face.
Starscream screamed as the large flaming object clipped the seeker’s wing.
The second energy signature had somehow snuck up on him, Starscream had only heard a low rumble emitting behind him before the massive object had clipped him.
Whatever it was, it was bigger than he would have expected. After losing a chunk of his wing, Starscream began to slowly but surely spin out control. The ground grew closer and closer to him as he tried to maintain balance in his circuits.
'Scrap, Scrap, Scrap' he cursed as he fell closer and closer to the smooth metallic ground below.
He transformed into his robot mode and landed face first into an empty street, some of the metal from the street itself had shoved itself into the back of his mouth as his body dragged across the street. He coughed the metal back up and held his head in his hand. Starscream slowly got back up on his feet and turned in the direction of the energy signature.
He growled angrily before opening his mouth wide. 'Who dares attack Starscream!' his vocalizer shrieked
He looked into the distance and spotted what hit him; it appeared to be a large flaming object not unlike a meteor.
A meteor landing on Cybertron he thought, far too unlikely.
Besides, who had ever heard of a meteor that carried a Cybertronian energy signature?
The object smashed itself into the ground about a kilometer away from him creating a large crater where it landed, Starscream was far enough so that he wouldn't tumble into the crater, but the blast itself produced enough chunks of metal and debris – as well as the force of the explosion – that was enough to send the seeker flying, and not in the way he usually preferred.
After smashing through a rundown skyscraper, Starscream landed in a pile of rubble consisting of crashed drop ships and peeled metal.
He pulled himself out of the rubble and thought about how this day couldn't get any worse, the seeker slapped himself on the head upon realising how he may have just jinxed himself and activated his scanners; in the crater was the second energy signature.
Best not go back there; he thought who knows what I might find.
He tapped at his wrist and searched the co-ordinates for the first energy signature as originally planned.
Finally some good news he thought as a smile crept onto his faceplate
The signal was coming from just around the corner, behind the skyscraper he had smashed through.
'Ironhide what the frag are you doing?!'
'Stay out of this Jetfire, this wise guy left me out there to die!'
Teeth gritted and optics blazed as Ironhide slugged Perceptor across the face for a second time. Warpath and Jazz pulled the two away from each other while making sure not to get hit by either one of Ironhide’s famous fists.
'This is rather uncalled for considering your current condition
Ironhide.' Snapped Perceptor
'Well my condition wasn’t so fine back in the Command Hub, you know the Command Hub? Where you abandoned me? Is that what you do Perceptor? Do you just run away whenever an Autobot is in need of help as they lay dying?'
Perceptor flared his nostrils and tried to take a step forward only for Jazz to hold him back.
'I did not "run-away", I left to reactivate the Ark’s over-shields. Without them I doubt we would have made it through the portal at all.' he argued
'What he says is true Ironhide' said Jetfire in a calming tone 'If anything, you owe him your life after what he did'
Ironhide grunted as he shoved Warpath aside
'Now if you would excuse me' said Perceptor as he bent over to wipe the dust off of his legs.
'I believe that only top ranked personnel are allowed in this room' he cocked his head up and pointed a finger at Warpath
'What? What makes you all so special?' argued Warpath anxiously
Ironhide hated having to agree with Perceptor, especially after what had just happened, but he was still a follower of the Autobot code.
'You better listen to what he says kid, don't want ya yelling while the grownups talk.'
'Come on guys' argued Jazz 'Cliffjumper’s here and he isn't considered “top ranked personnel”, I don't see why Warpath can't stay for the meeting either.'
Perceptor clapped his hands together in realization 'Ah yes of course, what was I thinking?' Perceptor signalled the two bots to the door with his hands 'Both of you. Out. Now.’
'Hey!' Cliffjumper balled his fists as he marched stiffly to the scientist that was nearly twice the size of him.
'I've been in more action than you ever have and –most likely- ever will be Percy; I think I deserve a little respect.'
Jetfire raised a hand in assurance 'this isn't about you Cliffjumper, this is just about the chain of command-'
Everyone spun their heads around to face Warpath. ‘I get it, you all want me out of here because I’m not a vet or-or a tech head. I get
it. I’m done. I’m gone.’
Warpath stomped out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him while the others stood there silent. They all just stared at the door unsure how to react.
Jetfire, frustrated, brought the palm of his hand to his helm trying to think of what to do next.
'Perceptor, why don't we get this started?' he asked while faking a smile.
Perceptor cleared his throat and tapped at some Holo-keys on his arm. Light turquoise holograms illuminated the room consisting of a galaxy map, as well as several written notes and equations Perceptor had made beforehand.
'As you can see…' he began
'Due to the Space bridge malfunction caused by the Lightning Strike Coalition Force Leader, designation; Grimlock, we have teleported to the wrong destination, it is explainable if we are to theorize that the pulse generators in the Ark matched the same vibrations which the Space Bridge produced, we can use the…'
'Get to the point Perceptor' ordered an agitated Sideswipe
Perceptor mouthed an “Ok” and skipped through his notes
'Teletraan has been able to locate and scan the world upon crash, interestingly enough the world is filled with organic materials consisting mainly of plant life'
Jetfire gave Perceptor a look to stop rambling and to get back on track causing the scientist to throw his arms into the air in frustration.
'Anyways… when Teletraan finished its scanning it returned with
some… interesting finds.'
'What did it find?' asked Jazz
Perceptor began moving the holograms with his fingertips, enlarging on the image of the planet and zooming into the planets crust, revealing a familiar energy reading
'The Planet appears to be seeded with Energon; apparently our target planet wasn't the only one that held the energy to sustain us, or our prisoners'
'Prisoners?' Ironhide asked with a concerned look 'What do you mean by prisoners?'
'Did Warpath not mention?' asked Jetfire
'Mention what? I don't get it.'
'We got the whole Decepticon ground force locked up in the Basement' said Sideswipe who was happily spinning a ring of keys on his index finger.
Sideswipe smirked and placed the keys onto his belt while clasping
his hands together 'When the Ark Crashed we had the Decepticon forces at our mercy, turns out without their big bad spaceship they aren't as tough.'
Ironhide looked as though he were going to blow 'And we're just leaving them down there?!'
'Don't worry Ironhide; they are in maximum security' assured Jetfire 'all of them have been tied up with laser shackles, even the Cassetticons'
‘But what if-‘
‘It’s maximum security’ Jetfire repeated himself thoroughly.
Ironhide still didn't like the sound of it, but he knew he wouldn't have a say in it even if he pleaded
'Well then this is great' exclaimed Cliffjumper trying to brighten the situation
'And why would you say that?' asked Perceptor plainly.
'Don't you see? We've won! We got pretty much every Decepticon in our hands, we landed on a planet that has Energon, and Ironhide has only punched ONE person today. What could be better?'
Jetfire and Perceptor exchanged some nervous glances before looking back.
Cliffjumper's expression lowered
'…there's a catch isn't there.'
Perceptor rubbed the back of his neck
'I'm afraid that the Energon on this planet is different from our own. While our Energon is consumed only by that of Cybertronian design, this Energon is consumed by the plant life, and is then apparently consumed by the wild life and so on. It is unknown if we would even be able to use it for ourselves, let alone process it to repair the Ark. Jazz, Jetfire and I have planned a scouting mission to examine the planet but besides that we are stuck so to speak'
Cliffjumper crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side.
'Oh so what you mean is…'
'What he means is' interrupted Sideswipe 'We are on some random
planet in the corner of the map, more than half of the crew is dead, we got an army of Decepticons locked up beneath us, the Ark is trashed, we have no Energon and we don't even know where Optimus is.'
Primes name immediately caught Ironhide’s attention
'What was that?'
'Oh, yeah sorry big guy' Sideswipe wore an goofy grin as he scratched the back of his head 'I hate to sound like Huffer but-'
Ironhide waved a hand in denial 'No not that!' he shook his head and held out his arms for confirmation.
'You said we don't know where Prime is, meaning… we don't have a body?'
'Well no but-'
'I believe it was Blades.’ said a nodding Jetfire, ‘…who reported that Optimus was sucked through the portal intact.' 'But even then we aren’t certain if he survived to make it to the other side or not.'
'Are you telling me we are just giving up on him?'
Jazz put a warm hand on Ironhide’s shoulder
'It's not that Hide; we all care about Prime…'
Ironhide jabbed a finger at the ground 'Then why are we sitting on our afts here, when we should be out there searching for him Jazz?’
Ironhide pointed at the Hologram as he said there. ‘He's probably on the planet somewhere, heck he couldn't have landed far…'
'Ironhide…’ Perceptor spoke with a more comforting tone ‘I don't believe space bridge technology works like that. The Decepticon’s ship isn't even in the planet's atmosphere meaning- Well this has lead us to believe Prime, -as well as Megatron and his ship- could be anywhere in the galaxy right now.'
'I can't believe this!’ Ironhide’s optics darted across the room for a sign of agreement. ‘Silverbolt, you’ve got to have a say in this don't you?'
Silverbolt shrugged without looking up.
Ironhide was furious. Something had to done, they had to at least try to find him.
'I've had enough of this crap.' Ironhide waved his hand in the air and stormed towards the door.
'Ironhide wait!' Jetfire called but the door shut before he could hear him.
The room was silent up until Perceptor coughed
'Well I assume that concludes the meeting' the scientist announced with a nod.
Not a good first meeting in Jetfire’s book, he wanted to get his mind off of it and get on with the mission, but first…
'Sideswipe, could you go check on the prisoners, Air raid's shift ended 15 minutes ago'
Sideswipe shaped his fingers like guns and aimed them at Jetfire
Jetfire turned to Perceptor
'Are you prepared to begin the mission?' asked Perceptor
'Of course, I have already selected a team to investigate on the ground while Silverbolt and I watch from the air'
'Ah excellent, I will be monitoring your progress through a clutch drone while you work'
Jetfire began typing a message in his discussion of what had been said in the meeting, only perhaps without all the fits and fists. The message would be sent to every Autobot on board, just to clear things up without having to stand up in front of them. Perhaps he should address the disappearance of Optimus Prime, or maybe it would be for the better that he didn't. He did however promise that a funeral will be made for those who were now “one with the Matrix.” That sounds good enough, he thought.
'So how does it feel?'
Jetfire looked down to spot Cliffjumper grinning at him
'How does it feel to be leader for a change?'
Jetfire groaned 'I'm not the leader Cliffjumper, never was. Now go gear up, we will be rolling out in 5,'
Cliffjumper walked away while waggling a finger in a taunting manner. ‘Whatever you say boss'
Jetfire was no leader, he had the highest rank next to Perceptor, but he knew that he couldn't just pick up where Optimus left off, besides there was already someone to pick up in case Prime died, and that bot was long gone from Cybertron for decades.
Jazz shook Silverbolt by the shoulder ‘You okay Bolt? We're rolling out soon enough or well in your case…'
Silverbolt looked up with barely a care.
'I'm fine Jazz. Just… fine, Thanks'
'If you say so…'
In the hallway, Warpath was scratching an Autobot symbol into the side of the wall with his knife when Ironhide passed by, he had his jaws clenched together and his fingers digging into his palms, Warpath could see his body expanding and retracting as the older bot breathed heavily in and out of his nostrils.
'Ironhide wait up.' He called however Ironhide made no response.
He called again ‘Ironhide!’ The red bot stopped and held himself into place, he spoke in a grim voice without looking back.
'What do you want kid?'
Warpath took a moment to lower his voice so that he wouldn’t anger the animalistic bot any further 'What happened in there? You look like you just beat the crap out of Cliffjumper… oh-oh god please tell me you didn't.'
'I didn't.’ Ironhide slowly began to raise his voice ‘it just seems like I'm the only one that cares about the wellbeing of Optimus around here!'
Warpath could have easily guessed what was going to come next
'Well, what are you gonna do about it?'
'I'm going to go look for him of course'
Ironhide turned around.
'You're coming with me aren't you?'
Warpath stared at him in shock, he never thought he would be asked to ditch the Autobots, and especially not by Ironhide of all bots.
'C'mon you said it yourself, they don't want ya here because you're just a soldier' Ironhide said with a grin
'Oh that… I was just a little angry since I lost my cannon is all'
Warpath laughed nervously, Ironhide could see right through Warpath and shrugged
As Ironhide transformed to truck mode, Warpath thought to himself. What if Prime is out there? What if having Prime around again would change things for the better? The Autobots were nothing without him, and that last meeting confirmed it, maybe Optimus was exactly what the Autobots needed. He realized that if he stayed where he was, he would just blend in with the crowd and be another generic. This was his time to be something more than just another soldier; this was his chance to make a change, worth a shot right?
'Hey Ironhide wait up!'
Meanwhile outside the planets solar system
The Nemesis: Bridge
Thundercracker’s optics were shut, his hand against his forehead as he tried to drain out the sound of the two seekers arguing.
'What are you talking about?' yelled a frustrated Skywarp, 'We still have the Energon, we can launch some search parties, find them, there is no way we are all that's left'
Dirge frowned at him with his arms crossed.
'You saw what the spacebridge did to their ship; no one could have survived that'
Skywarp began to panic,
'But-But Megatron, Soundwave, Rumble, and-and the Combaticons, everyone … they couldn't have just DIED!'
Dirge turned his head and scoffed 'All that matters to me is that we're alive, the Autobots aren't, end of story'
Skywarp stared at his hands, he couldn't believe what he was hearing; he never envisioned the end of the war like this, not with every ground based Decepticon dead leaving the air force all on their own. He imagined Megatron standing at Nova point, giving some sort of speech, and then… then… hold on… then what?
'In that case… what happens now?' he asked quietly and calmly
Dirge paused to think about it and rubbed his chin.
Thundercracker had to admit, he was surprised that Skywarp didn't talk on and on like the idiot he was. For the first time in his life, it appeared Skywarp had asked a valid question.
'I guess we should decide who the leader is now that Megatron is gone' replied Dirge
Thundercracker looked up at them; there was a long silence on the bridge. He looked back down below to see several other aerial Decepticons; they all had only just started to listen when leadership was brought up. Thundercracker was disgusted.
'Okay…' said Skywarp 'Who has the highest rank then?’
As the black seeker turned his head from Thundercracker to Dirge for an answer, the blue and yellow cone headed seeker continuously opened his mouth to speak but closed it and stroked his chin to think.
Thundercracker knew what Dirge said was potentially a bad idea, over half of the Decepticons wanted to be leader one way or the other, saying this at the bridge surrounded by tens of other Cons, was a probable riot waiting to happen. As for who had the highest rank; with Megatron dead it would be Starscream, but with Starscream on the run, next highest would be Shockwave… except he was presumed dead after the spacebridge overloaded, Soundwave is considered dead as well, someone on board would have to take command. The Target masters (minus Quake) could never lead; to him they were all delusional one way or the other, especially Cyclonus with his constant rambling. Considering they were the only other team with flight able combatants. The next highest in the chain of command would be..
Skywarp and Dirge focused their attention on Thundercracker
'What?' Skywarp looked at Thundercracker with a half smile.
'The Seekers, us, we have the highest rank of the Decepticons'
Skywarp flinched, then nodded
'Alright so who has the highest rank in the seekers' he asked
'Starscream' answered Dirge 'But he's not here right now so next in
command would be… who?'
'Well technically there never was a second in command for the seekers' replied Thundercracker 'we never really got around to it since the Combaticons kind of…'
'Took the spotlight and left us as cannon fodder?' asked Skywarp
'More or less' shrugged Thundercracker
Skywarp let out a sigh and placed a hand over his optic ridge
'I’ll be honest; I don't really want to be a leader. You want to lead Dirge?'
Dirge thought about it for a moment before answering, all he wanted was to put fear into the sparks of every Autobot, being the leader would surely help with the whole fear thing… but now that "every
Autobot" was gone, it seemed like being a leader would just be liability after liability.
'Nah, not my thing'
'Well if none of us want to lead then what do we do?'
'Now that I think about it I really don't see the point' replied Dirge. 'I mean what are we going to do?’ he stuck his thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the groups of Decepticons behind him ‘Lead these guys to war with turbofoxs?'
'We still need to find a way back home’ reminded Thundercracker ‘or wherever we should be at least, we still need someone to take charge for at least a little while until we make our destination'
'Well we could lead them together’ proposed Skywarp ‘The four of us I mean’
'Four?' asked Dirge as he began counting heads
'Yeah Ramjet is still around right?'
Dirge shook his head 'Nah I saw the Autobots capture him before they all blew up'
'He got captured?' asked a shocked Thundercracker 'How the hell was he captured, he was a seeker, why didn’t he fly back to the Nemesis with us?'
'He tried "Ramming a truck"' said Dirge casually 'Should've stayed doing what he was born to do instead…'
'Barrel rolling like a jet instead of Ramming like a Truck?' asked Skywarp
Dirge shook his head
'Ramming Jets instead of trucks'
Thundercracker slapped himself in the face. He suddenly missed having Starscream call them" fools" at times like this
At that moment, a slim figure entered the bridge
'Well, well look at this, the old gang is back together… almost'
The three seekers recognized the figure immediately; their mouths wide open as the figure stepped closer to the trio.
'Oh hell what are you doing here?'
Ark's Prison Block
Deep within the Arks prison block, stacks of prison cells covered the walls making the once football field sized room into nothing more than a narrow hallway, Decepticons spat, spewed insults and screamed for attention, some whimpered and some were still just waking up from stasis, among those waking up from stasis, was the Decepticon communications officer Soundwave, tied to the wall of his cell by laser clamps…
'Somebody, anybody, I need help, it's ... he's… no Perceptor it's not... no I need… NO I NEED RATCHET RIGHT NOW, GET RATCHET DOWN HERE NOW!'
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Join Date: Mar 2013
Location: Mississauga Ontario
News Credits: 3
Chapter 3: Banging your Head
Optic lenses struggled to open as crusted oil glued them shut. Peeling them open Soundwave would groggily stretch his stiffened neck and crane his head from one side of the cell to the other.
In an instant Soundwave managed to assess the situation calmly and professionally; he was chained to the wall of his cell with a laser harness. That was obvious enough; it appeared there were other cells in the hallway as well, with each one holding a Decepticon each. He recalled the last orders given by Megatron near the end of the Ark assault, "All Decepticons attack the Ark, anyone found hiding on the Nemesis will be executed immediately!", Soon after he received those orders, Soundwave was shot in the back by the Autobot designate Scattershot. Of course it was somehow more likely that he was shot by a rampaging Quake or a hyper Misfire instead.
As he turned up his Audio receptors he managed to hear other Decepticons who were giving the Autobot guard a bad time.
'Hey, Hey Autobot, when I get outta here, I'm gonna rip out those pretty wings of yours'
'Oh really…? I'm flattered!' the guard replied sarcastically
A second Autobot entered the hall
'These guys giving you trouble Air raid?' asked Sideswipe
'Nah, they're all just too jealous of my stellar looks' he said pretending to brush dirt off his shoulder.
Sideswipe grinned smugly 'Sure Air raid, but they're ones to talk; I would absolutely hate to look like some of these guys'
He pointed at the closest cell
'I mean look at him, who in their right mind would wear a cone for a helmet'
Air raid squinted at the Decepticon in question and tapped Sideswipe on the shoulder.
'Wait a minute Sideswipe, isn't that Ramjet? You know the one that tried ramming Hotspot during the Ark assault?
Sideswipe brought his head closer and squinted at the black and white seeker hunched over within the cell. He brought his head back up and placed his hands on his hips.
'Hah you're right, hey cone-head, why are you ramming trucks instead of ramming jets eh? Hahah'
Ramjet slowly tilted his head up and scowled at the red Autobot car.
'S-Shut your face Autobot' he spat
Air raid took a look at another cell and laughed.
'Sideswipe, you think he has an odd head, check this guy's head out.'
Sideswipe jogged over and peered into the cell Air Raid had mentioned. Inside the cell was a stubby green Decepticon tied to the wall in a laser harness. The Decepticons body was practically nothing more than a head. He had long bulky arms that were longer than his “body”, his legs were stubby and cylindrical and he had two purple planks coming out of his back.
'Ahahahah what the frag are you supposed to be?' Sideswipe taunted while pointing a finger nearly within the bars of the cage.
'The names Dirt Boss pal, remember it cus it's the last thing you're gonna hear when I stick these planks up your-'
'Ah shut up con' said Sideswipe with an unenthusiastic wave.
Dirtboss gritted his teeth together in rage 'Hey I wasn't finished with you buddy!' Dirt Boss called out, but Sideswipe was already talking with Air raid completely oblivious to the fact.
'Alright I'm heading up; been getting sick of being down here' Air raid spoke while glaring at loud mouthed cons like Breakdown and Motormaster who had no doubt been taunting him for the past hour. 'I might Join up with Jetfire and the others to get some fresh air' Air raid looked over at the vacuum lift. 'That is if they haven't gotten too far ahead already'
'Aww don't you want to listen to these cons "compliments"?' joked Sideswipe.
Air Raid laughed.
'Listen to these guys for 5 minutes and you will be banging your head against the wall just to drone them out.'
'Hah you wish. My feelings don't get hurt as easily as yours do ya pansy.'
Air Raid laughed again and entered the elevator lift leaving Sideswipe alone with the caged Decepticons.
The red Autobot placed his hands behind his back and walked down the hall, inspecting through each of the cages as if he were giving an examination. The Decepticons barked and spat at him, almost as if he was at a pound filled with caged dogs.
He stopped at the last cell at the end of the hallway and smiled, it was Soundwave’s cell.
'Well, well, look who finally woke up.'
Soundwave remained silent
Sideswipe paced from the left to the right of the cell as he spoke 'We go way back yeah? Back with Zeta Prime and the Prison Break, we totally kicked your aft too, even when you had your little buddies to protect you.'
Soundwave remained silent
The red bot leaned in and cupped his hand around his audio receptor 'What? Too broken hearted to say anything? Or are you just the uncharismatic bore everyone says you are?'
The Decepticons began to roar louder
'Hey you can't talk to Soundwave like that!'
'Yeah no one calls Soundwave unkrasimatic'
'Are you going to take that Soundwave?'
While most Decepticons thought of Soundwave as a creepy boogieman, a suck up, and a nerd, Soundwave had never objected to, or insulted any of them. In fact, whenever they would be in trouble with Megatron, Soundwave would sometimes save their afts by making some sort of excuse or blaming it on Starscream so that Megatron wouldn't kill them for insubordination (Starscream wouldn't have been as thrilled).
Seeing Soundwave being badmouthed got into their processors, their moral codes were screaming at them to make up for all the times Soundwave didn't rat them out.
Soundwave remained silent
'Huh maybe your little birdy will talk for you'
Sideswipe opened a nearby cell and took out a laser bird cage holding Laserbeak within.
He showed off Laserbeak to Soundwave proudly as if Laserbeak were his prized pet as a way to get a reaction. It didn't work.
'I’ve got to admit when we were digging in your chest, we were surprised what we found. Among the tapes it turns out you got a freaking senator in there, who would have thought that's where Ratbat’s brain module had been this whole time? Another mystery solved.'
Soundwave remained silent
'Ah well, you aren't any fun Soundwave' Sideswipe threw Laserbeak’s cage across the hall prompting the cassetticon to squawk in disapproval. Sideswipe began to walk away from the cell to put Laserbeak back in his cell rather than lying on the floor in his bird cage.
'A real shame too, I was looking forward to kicking your aft again'
'All talk… no shock'
The Decepticons cheered for him
'What was that?' Sideswipe asked as he spun himself around. The Autobot made his way back to the communications officer’s cell, shocked by Soundwave’s tone.
From when Sideswipe first entered the room, Soundwave had been planning how to escape. Now he just had to play with Sideswipes long enough to make the plan effective.
'You heard me Autobot'
Sideswipe cracked his knuckles 'Ah good I was hoping you would speak up so that we could have a little fun'
'First I want to ask you something Autobot'
'And what might that be' asked Sideswipe crossing his arms
The cheers from the Decepticons began to slowly change into sounds of confusion
Sideswipe was shocked speechless, his mouth hung open as a twitching feeling emerged in his optic. Soundwave was in full control now; he could read Sideswipe almost thoroughly. Sideswipe stepped towards the cell with a grimace on his face and whispered…
'How the hell do you know about him?'
Soundwave was glad that no one could see behind his faceplate; because behind the mask was a wide grin.
'Everyone knows the story, the Decepticon who obliterated an entire Autobot outpost all on his own, and the Autobot who was too busy mingling with femmes to protect his comrades'
Sideswipe scowled, anger had overcome him and was finding it harder and harder to resist grabbing the laser bars on the cell.
Soundwave tilted his head to the side
'That Autobot and that Decepticon are both in this room aren't they?'
'You spawn of a glitch, I'll SEND YOU TO THE PITS!'
Sideswipe immediately grabbed a handle next to Soundwave’s cell and pulled down, shutting off both the bars and the plasma clamps causing Soundwave to fall to the floor on all fours. An energy blade slid out of Sideswipes wrist as he walked towards Soundwave clouded by rage. He raised the blade; he was prepared to finally avenge his brother, to finally kill the Con who had-
...Soundwave grabbed the blade
With a simple yet quick motion, Soundwave ripped off the red Autobot’s arm from its socket and stabbed the Autobot in the chest with his own weapon.
Sideswipe was too stunned to properly react. He fell back and held onto the small cut, just as he got back up, Soundwave plunged the blade deeper into the wound, cutting through several important organs and wirings. Oil spewed from Sideswipes mouth like a waterfall of tobacco running down his severed arm and chin. His optics were slowly flickering, before losing his vision, the last thing Sideswipe saw was Soundwave’s face, the Red visor over the blank faceplate, it was impossible to detect any emotion, but Sideswipe could have sworn he saw a smile.
Soundwave threw away the arm and grabbed Sideswipe from his back, every Decepticon was cheering as loudly as possible. Soundwave thrusted Sideswipes head against the wall like a battering ram, and again and again, and again each time making a louder sound as his skull hit the wall. And each time the crowd cheered louder.
Perceptor was sitting in his rolling chair; viewing a monitor above when Air Raid walked in. upon hearing his footsteps, Perceptor spun the chair around and greeted the Aerialbot with a smile.
'Ah Air Raid, how may I help you?'
'Just wondering if Jetfire has already left or not'
'I am afraid they left quite a while ago, you could probably meet them on the
way back if you go now'
'Oh in that case why bother'
'I mean' he continued, 'why bother if I won't be able to help'
'I see your point Air Raid…'
'Yeah, is there anything you need help with Percy?'
'Yes actually, can you please investigate that banging sound, it sounds like it's coming from the cell block, it also sounds like the prisoners are becoming a tad louder than usual.'
'Huh? I was just there. Ah well I'm sure Sideswipe can handle it whatever it is.'
'But just to be sure…'
Sideswipe’s skull shattered after the last hit on the wall, Chunks of metal that were once made up his helmet and even parts of his face were sent scattered around the floor with some stuck in the newly formed dent in the wall. Where his head used to be was a mangled mess of oil, Energon, and wires in a big lump of a deformed looking brain module.
Soundwave reequipped his mask and looked around at the Decepticons cheering from their cells. They were chanting his name.
'SOUNDWAVE! SOUNDWAVE! SOUNDWAVE!'
As the Decepticons continued to cheer, Soundwave freed Laserbeak
'Laserbeak, free your brothers.'
Laserbeak squeezed through the bars of Rumble’s cell and tore off the clamps; the two of them rescued Frenzy as well as the other blank tapes and returned back into Soundwave’s chest.
Air raid couldn't hear the banging anymore, but the Prisoners were still chanting. It became easier to distinguish what they were chanting now that the vacuum lift was closer to the cell block. Soundwave. Why are they chanting Soundwave’s name? He wondered. He knew that Sideswipe would probably make fun of him for worrying, but it still wouldn't hurt to check.
Air Raid could see the floor of the cell block, where two figures stood. One looked like it was purple and red, the other looked blue. That didn't make any sense. The vacuum lift opened as it hit the floor, and once it did, Air raid could see everything. He saw Soundwave standing there, arms and chest soaked in Energon, and he saw what was left of Sideswipe on the floor at the end of the hall, covered in a mix of his black oil and pink Energon leaving him soaked in his purple life blood, but more importantly to the Aerialbot; without a head.
Air Raid screamed.
Soundwave kicked Sideswipe’s body towards Air Raid and stood in front of the dented wall
'Don't move!' screamed the Aerialbot
Soundwave did as he was told and stood motionless at the end of the hallway
Regardless, plagued with fury, Air Raid transformed into his sleek jet mode and
fired a barrage of missiles in Soundwave’s direction. It was Soundwave’s turn to transform as he converted into his Cybertronian truck mode and drove around the missiles unscathed. The missiles hit the dented wall causing it to collapse revealing a hole to the outside world. Soundwave nitro boosted his way out of the cell block and drove as fast away from the crashed Ark as he could. Without the signal jamming effect of the laser clamps, Soundwave could now send a distress signal.
'YEAH GO SOUNDWAVE!'
Back in the cell block, Air Raid propped up the inactive body of Sideswipe and turned on his communicator
'Somebody, anybody, I need help, it's Sideswipe he's… no Perceptor it's not... no I need… NO! I NEED RATCHET RIGHT NOW, GET RATCHET DOWN HERE NOW!'
'Shockwave, is that you?'
The energy signature Starscream had picked up turned out to be one of the last bots he wanted to see. Shockwave was fiddling with some sort of computer terminal before noticing Starscream in the corner of his eye he was bruised and dented, but most of all he was missing his right arm entirely, dark purple wires sprouted from his shoulder as he worked with his left arm doing all the work
He spoke without looking up from his work 'Ah Starscream, I see that you are still on Cybertron'
'I'm not the only one… obviously. What are you doing Shockwave?'
'I am currently trying to reconnect my link to the Insecticon hives.'
Starscream raised his upper lip in disgust
'Would you please remind me why you would you want those disgusting creatures running around Kaon again?'
Shockwave raised his hand for a moment to put up a couple of fingers 'Two reasons Starscream: One, we need building materials to repair the space bridge. Two, I am lacking Energon and an arm as you can see' He pointed to his leaking shoulder where his arm should be, ‘I am intending to get the Insecticons to retrieve my blast cannon and to also…'
'What, what is it?'
'Due to my low Energon levels and the lack of any other beings on the planet, I have come to the logical solution that cannibalism, would be the best course of action to ensure my survival'
'What?' Starscream always knew it, Shockwave was insane.
Starscream rubbed his forehead nervously 'Are you proposing that we… that we... EAT each other?'
‘Not each other, no, just the Insecticons’
Starscream threw his hands into the air ‘Oh yes and that makes it much better!’
Starscream paused 'What?'
'"We" will not consume the Insecticon's Energon, just myself. You are still a traitor Starscream, and I will report you to Megatron as soon as I have the Space Bridge reactivated. And second I will be consuming the Insecticons Energon, but not in the way you think, first we will leech them dry of all the Energon which will require a tool from my la-'
Starscream cocked his rifle at Shockwave's head
Thundercracker felt like he was losing brain cells just standing on the Bridge with these idiots
'So let me get this straight' he began 'Our impregnable warship, which - besides the tow cable exits- only has one entrance, guarded by some of our top ranked soldiers who have been trained to resist any kind of torture, Just let you in because you asked nicely?'
'Yup that just about sums it up'
Thundercracker flung his arms to either side of him and shouted
The slim figures hands moved straight up to their audio receptors
'Ow, Ow, Ow, Primus, Ow, you don't have to yell you know'
Dirge put his hand over his (cone) forehead.
'Just tell us what you want.' He asked in a begging tone
'No… Thundercracker has to apologize first'
Thundercracker was annoyed. He jabbed a finger at the figures face and spoke in a quieter tone.
'Just what, the hell, should I apologize for?'
The figure moved closer to Thundercracker and whispered
'Apologize for raising your voice like a freaking aft'
Thundercracker stepped back and shot the figure a confused glance
'How old are you? You are acting like a sparkling for Primus sake'
'C'mon Thunders' pleaded Dirge with an annoyed tone 'just say you are sorry so we can all get this over with'
Skywarp scratched the back of his head
'Yeah you are kind of being an aft to our guest Thundercracker'
'Yeah Skywarp's right you are an aft' added the "guest"
'This isn't our "guest" this is an intruder, this "guest" of ours abandoned the Decepticons a millennia ago, and only now does this traitor come back?'
The guest gasped,
'That hurts Thundercracker… that hurts right in the spark.'
'Oh for… alright, alright I'm sorry. Now can we…'
'No, that wasn't a proper apology'
I must be going insane, he thought.
Thundercracker faked a wide smile and spoke with his teeth grinding together
'Then what would be a proper apology might I ask?'
'Okay repeat after me'
'I am so very sorry'
'I am so very sorry'
'I am a complete and utter aft'
'Sigh, I am a complete and utter aft'
'So please forgive me your highness.'
'So please forgive me your highness.'
The Guest clapped. 'Great job, Bravo'
'So uh, what are you- you know- doing here anyway?' asked Skywarp
'Well, I noticed that you guys are lacking a good leader considering how good old Megatron is nowhere to be found and Shockwave is somewhere on Cybertron correct?
'Yeah that's right. How did you know?' asked Dirge
The guest smiled and raised an index finger 'Let's just say I keep in touch'
Dirge crossed his arms and frowned
'So then what's your point, spit it out.'
'I think I can put you guys in the right direction, you don't have many options anyways. The past millennia I have been travelling the galaxy, I know it inside and out and even further. So if you would allow me to warm the space as leader for the time being, at least until we can find good old Megsy, then I would be ever so grateful.'
The Guest looked at Thundercracker and smiled
'Thundy here can vouch for me, right pal? Besides I have a great resume.'
Dirge turned to Thundercracker who solemnly nodded in agreement.
Thundercracker knew the guest better than most; they used to work together with Starscream, Skywarp and Jetfire protecting the dark Energon, and served in the air force before that. The guest was the first to join the Decepticons before he and the others made their deal with Megatron later in the war. It wasn't until he fought alongside the guest when he realized the potential that was shown. The guest had proven to be able to calculate battle strategies in almost any situation in an instant and made the most logical of choices. He hated to admit it but their guest was far more fit to lead than the three of them combined.
'What? This is ridiculous' Dirge put himself in front of the guest and jabbed his finger in their face. 'You are completely delusional; you wouldn't be able to lead ant-droids to a picnic, what makes you think you would be able to lead the Decepticon army.'
The guest chuckled
'Touching Megatron class humor Dirge, but I believe that it has been already decided that I should be in charge.' The guest had their back turned away from Dirge and walked to the other side of the bridge. 'Besides I don't think you would fare too well against me.'
Dirge slowly walked towards the guest, his arm transformed into nucleon charge rifle, he aimed it at the guests back.
'Death comes to he who crosses Me.' he muttered before squeezing the trigger.
'Dirge wait!' called Thundercracker
The Guest spun around and pointed an EMP shotgun at Dirge
'Good thing I'm not a he then' the guest replied while firing a hole into Dirge’s chest
Dirge was flung across the room from the blast and landed to the ground with a thud, a large smoking black hole now in his cockpit. The Guest skipped over to Dirges body happily and cocked the gun at his head to finish the job. Several Decepticons were running around in panic, not sure what to do.
'Slipstream wait, please don't kill him!'
Slipstream looked at Thundercracker and smiled, her arm transformed back to normal as she skipped towards him.
'Fine, fine, but only because you said my name so lovingly'
Skywarp yelled into a communicator
'Someone get a medical team up here stat'
Thundercracker rolled his optics 'Skywarp we don't have any medical teams, I'm the only medical officer on board anymore remember?'
Skywarp carelessly dropped the communicator.
'Well I wouldn't worry too much about it this is Dirge we're talking about after all. He always gets better.'
Needlenose and Spinister ran into the room carrying assault rifles.
'What happened? We heard a gunshot is everything alright?' asked Needlenose
Slipstream struck a pose involving her pointing at the ceiling dramatically
'Ah yes witness your new leader as she has defeated a traitor easily in honourable comba-'
'But Slipstream, didn't you just shoot him in the chest' Skywarp interrupted
'Shut up you idiot, how am I supposed to make an example like that?'
Thundercracker cleared his throat and walked over to the two target masters.
'Uh, look guys everything is fine, we just had a bit of a misunderstanding, you can go back to your posts if you want.'
Needlenose kicked the door frame.
'Slag, I was hoping I would be able to shoot somebody for once.'
Needlenose's fit was ignored as Spinister observed Slipstream.
'That our new leader?' he asked.
Thundercracker sighed. Some Decepticons were picking up Dirge and dragging him to a med bay while Slipstream continued to berate Skywarp.
'Yeah she is now, I'm afraid that if you got a problem with it you're gonna have to shoot her to get some attention'
'Is she better than Starscream?'
'Yeah I would think so'
'Whatever, that's good enough for me, let's go Needlenose'
Needlenose turned to Spinister in disbelief
'What? That's it? You are okay with giving leadership to some stranger with weird shapes on their bod-'
'Hold on' Thundercracker interrupted 'Is Cyclonus alright? I haven't seen him around all that much lately.'
'If you would consider rambling on like a maniac as okay, then yeah I guess he's just fine' replied Spinister
Needlenose looked annoyed.
'Hey I was talking to you guys, don't just ignore me!'
But Spinister was already walking out the door, Needlenose chased after him. Not long after, Thundercracker left the bridge as well to tend to Dirge leaving Slipstream and Skywarp .
The Bridge was a lot quieter without the commotion, or to Skywarp it was at least.
Slipstream had begun typing something into a computer terminal. With no one else in the room to talk to, Skywarp felt an awkward feeling come over him as he began wanting to talk to the con that shot one of his best friends in the chest only moments ago.
'So uh, what are you doing Slipstream?'
'I am currently attempting to locate where our Decepticon brothers are…'
'Hah good luck with that!'
Slipstream faced Skywarp 'Why? What makes the survival of half our army so unlikely?'
'They were all aboard the Ark, we fliers were all able to get back into the Nemesis, but the ground team was absolutely torn to bits'
Slipstream grinned slyly
'How much you want to bet at least one is still alive'
'Heh I like you as leader already. 5000 Shanix says they are all dead.'
Slipstream tapped a key on the terminal. A hologram of Soundwave’s head appeared
'Attention to any Decepticons receiving this frequency, this is Soundwave. The Autobots are still alive; I have been captured along with the rest of the ground force. Only now have I escaped their prison, I am uploading my coordinates to the Nemesis computer'
Skywarp turned to Slipstream with wide optics whereas Slipstream held out her hand
'Told you so, now about that 5000 Shanix…'
Unknown location: Jetfire’s exploration team
Jetfire flew above the tree canopies where he could see the miles of jungle as far as his optics could see. Floral shaped patterns lined the rustling treetops as small mammals scurried through the giant green leaves. Wind blew through the trees creating a soothing rustling sound and slightly perturbing the mammals within. Jetfire used to explore planets just like these with Starscream back before the war; he found it nostalgic to fly above all the organic materials, unfortunately the memory of Starscream alone made him sick. Silverbolt flew next to him with a clutch drone stuck on his cockpit; unfortunately he didn't seem to be very thrilled with the sights of the new planet as much as Jetfire was. Jazz was swinging from tree to tree with his grapple while driving below was Cliffjumper leading the ground group, consisting of, Wheeljack, The white and brown motorcycle Protectobot Groove, The black and red sports car Bluestreak, and the red and yellow sports car Hotshot.
'Wheeljack, are you detecting anything down there?' asked Jetfire via communicator
'Not yet Jets, so far the only thing I have been picking up are really low amounts of Energon held in these trees'
‘Yeah pretty useless I know’
'Alright, if you run into any trouble, do not engage until Jazz, Silverbolt and I are on the ground'
'Don't worry Jetfire' assured Cliffjumper 'we could probably take care of it ourselves'
'Yeah, don't sweat it' said an enthusiastic Hotshot. 'Any cons show up and we'll teach 'em a lesson not to screw with us.’
'It's not Decepticons we're worried about kid, it's the wildlife we should be afraid of, besides shouldn't you be back at the Ark? I don't believe you were chosen to come along with the rest of us'
'Relax Jack' said Jazz as he grappled to another tree branch right above them
'He wanted to come along so I figured why not?'
'I don't know Jazz' Hotshot sounded somewhat frustrated 'I mean this isn't exactly the best place to drive, the mud keeps getting in my tires and the road is filled with bumps and potholes, couldn't we have found a flatter road to drive on?'
'Oh boohoo' taunted Cliffjumper, 'not all planets have roads you know, we are lucky to have room to drive at all.'
Bluestreak drove up next to Hotshot to give some sympathy
'Actually I heard that somewhere there is a planet completely devoted to roads and racing, apparently it has been colonized by us Autobots so it may even be…'
'Guys hush up for a second' interrupted Jetfire' I'm receiving a call from Perceptor, it sounds urgent.'
'Jetfire, are you there?'
'I read you Perceptor, what's the problem?'
'Well I have terrible news and… probably not good news'
'What's the terrible news?'
'Soundwave has escaped; it looks like Sideswipe tried to stop him but… I'm sorry Jetfire'
'Soundwave was more brutal than what we are used to… I'm sorry'
All the other Autobots stopped driving and listened in horror.
'No… not yet anyway, Ratchet's doing all he can to save him but, his head…'
'I don't want to hear it right now Perceptor, what is the, er probably not good news?'
'I am picking up a strange energy signature nearby your current location, it may not be friendly'
Perceptor hung up without saying another word.
'Jetfire, is Sideswipe…?'
'No Cliffjumper, thank Primus no, but Perceptor has doubts, and you know that's not a good sign when he has doubts.'
'Well if anyone can do it its Ratchet, right?' asked Hotshot
'In the condition he's in now?' said Wheeljack Glumly. 'I don't know if you guys have seen Ratchet but he's a complete mess after Bumblebee…'
'We don't need any o' that negativity Wheeljack' Snapped Jazz 'I'm sure Sideswipe is going to be fine'
'Jetfire' said Groove 'Do you want me to head back? I am sure I can help in some way with Sideswipes recovery'
Jetfire thought about it for a moment before answering
'Alright, head back and help with Ratchet and the others, the rest of you stay on guard, Perceptor said that an energy signature was nearby so be prepared for anything'
After Groove drove off, Wheeljack's scanner beeped
'Um guys, it looks like something is heading towards us'
‘What? What it?’ asked Jetfire
‘I’m thinking it could be a bunch of flesh eating monsters… or just a flock of birds… just a flock of flesh eating monster birds.‘
‘You’re overreacting Wheeljack, worst case scenario it’ll be a bunch of Elephants, there is no way we will come by and flesh eating monsters, or bir-‘
Before anyone could respond a scream escaped Silverbolt’s lips, a giant metal bird like creature seemingly appeared out of nowhere and had scooped up Silverbolt in its mouth, crushing his body with its jaw. As the bird bit down, a hideous crunching sound came from Silverbolt's armor plating.
'Autobots open fire!' ordered Jetfire
‘A flesh eating monster bird, what did I say? What the hell did I say. I was freaking right!’ shouted Wheeljack
The four Autobot cars transformed and fired at the beast, Bluestreak and Wheeljack fired their shoulder mounted missiles at the creature, leaving only a few burn marks on the bird monsters metal skin. The creature beaded his large wings and flew backwards by a few meters before spitting up Silverbolt’s crunched up Jet mode.
Bluestreak held out his arms as he watched Silverbolt fall
‘Don’t worry Silverbolt I’ll catch you I-‘
Silverbolt landed on top of Cliffjumper crushing the smaller Autobot beneath his weight.
‘Oops… er thanks Cliffjumper, you're a pal!’ The Red bots arm wiggled itself from under Silverbolt and shook his fist at Bluestreak.
Jetfire flew around the creature and fired a barrage of bullets out of the machine gun on his Jet-mode while Jazz attempted to snipe at the monster's wings from a tree.
'It looks like we got him on the ropes guys' said Hotshot, firing from his path blaster 'just a bit longer and I think it'll be over'
Hotshot spoke too soon. As two more monsters crashed through the trees and charged at the Autobots with massive jaws wide open.
'GET OUT NOW!'
|03-09-2013, 05:33 PM||#4|
Join Date: Mar 2013
Location: Mississauga Ontario
News Credits: 3
Chapter 4: Extensive Modifications
Outside the Ark: 20 minutes earlier
'You sure you got everything you need Warpath?'
'Yeah, Yeah I'm ready'
Ironhide and Warpath stood outside the Ark surrounded by the lush green jungle area, both with pistols, grenades and Energon knives on their wastes and connected ammo rounds draped over their shoulders. They both held extra Assault Rifles attached to their back just in case something ugly came along.
'You're sure? Cause if you start complaining about not having enough ammo, I aint turning back'
'I'm ready Ironhide’ said an annoyed Warpath ‘let's just get a move on'
'If ya say so' he shrugged
A bright light peeked between the swaying tree leaves above and shone on Warpath’s optics, he quickly raised his hand to shield them from the light. He came to vaguely remember one of Perceptor’s lectures about how organic planets had a star to give them energy, in other words a sun. He took a look around, the Jungle like landscape was green and vivid and the way the sun reflected off the trees gave off an odd aura, something Warpath enjoyed. Warpath never knew what the word for it was, but what he was seeing in front of him was what would be considered Beautiful.
'Warpath!' yelled Ironhide 'I thought you said you wanted to get a move on?'
Warpath woke up from his daydream to find Ironhide already way ahead of him glaring at him impatiently, was he really that absorbed by the beauty of the planet for that long?
'Sorry about that Ironhide, wait up okay?'
This planet really is great he thought.
Outside the Ark: Now
This planet really does suck, thought Wheeljack. Two more metallic monsters the size of Grimlock’s Dino mode had burst out of the jungle; one of them was black and oozing a grotesque orange liquid from its pores leaving a terrible stench while the other resembled a white and blue shark with arms and legs.
Wheeljack sprinted over to Silverbolt who in jet mode looked like a pencil that was chewed on by a toddler.
'Silverbolt, you still alive?' asked Wheeljack
Wheeljack sighed in relief
'Okay can you still transform?'
Silverbolt’s body slowly began to change shape but stopped when the pain became too overwhelming.
'Ah… no can't transform'
'Relax Silverbolt; we will get you out of here.'
'NO! No running you need to help the others.'
Wheeljack turned around to see that Silverbolt was more right than he thought. Bluestreak was being chewed on legs first by the Shark monster.
'Argh, PRIMUS!' He yelled as the monsters jaws munched down on his waist. Just as the monster opened his mouth to bite down on his chest, Jetfire fired a missile into the creature’s face causing it to spit up Bluestreak. Bluestreak had fallen chest first on the ground; his legs –while still intact- were mangled and twisted by the sharks' teeth.
'Hold on Bluestreak I gotcha' Wheeljack dragged Bluestreak over to Silverbolt away from the action.
Bluestreak grabbed his leg in pain. ‘Argh y’know, this isn’t half bad, at least it’s only my legs and not my entire body, now that would suck.’
The black and red car turned his head to Silverbolt who was dented, bruised, and battered all over.
‘Oh, sup Silverbolt.’
Cliffjumper and Hotshot fired at the monsters as they moved closer and closer to them, the monsters were slow, but they seemingly made up for that in defense as the Autobots weapons didn't seem to do much if anything at all to hurt them.
'Guys watch out!' called Jetfire
The avian creature had swooped down and grabbed Hotshot with its tooth filled beak and began to slash at Jetfire with its talons.
'Somebody help!' screamed Hotshot, it wasn't just that he was stuck in a monsters mouth about a mile off the ground, the monsters teeth were also digging into his body. It felt like he was being stabbed by several tiny knives at the same time.
Cliffjumper stopped what he was doing and fired at the flier holding Hotshot.
'Don't worry kid I'll get him' as he fired at the sky he felt a shadow overcome him. He turned around to see the black monster looming over him. While Cliffjumper was frozen in shock, the monster opened its jaws and grabbed Cliffjumper's whole upper body with its mouth.
'Oh hell no!'
Jazz grappled onto the beasts head and pulled Cliffjumper out of its mouth as it struggled. Jazz had apparently thrown Cliffjumper away as the next thing Cliffjumper remembered after being stuck in the creature's slimy mouth was hitting the ground with his aft. Something didn't feel quite right. Cliffjumper looked around dizzily, he saw Jetfire fighting the avian creature holding Hotshot in its beak, he saw Wheeljack and a crippled Bluestreak firing upon the Shark creature, and he saw Jazz trying to ride on the creatures head. … He then looked down at his upper body; it was all rust coloured from his head down to his waist. He held up his hands and watched in horror as they began to crumble leaving only his stick-like skeletal infrastructure underneath. The black creature was excreting corrosive slime.
'Alright time for a lesson of how to take down a Bruticus 101' said Jazz as he began shooting the beast in the face repeatedly with his Scatter blaster.
The corrosive beast began trying to grab at him with its thick arms much to Jazz's amusement
'Hah you want a piece of me eh? You want a piece?'
'No Autobot' the black corrosive monster spoke
'I want two pieces!'
Catching Jazz off guard, the black creature grabbed the Autobot, holding his leg in one hand and his back with the other, he began to pull. As Jazz screamed, the creature tore off his leg.
'Wuh? I should have torn off your whole waist by doing that' said the creature 'Oh well, second leg is worth the charm' before it could grab Jazz's other leg, Wheeljack had fired a second missile at the creatures hand forcing it to drop Jazz.
Above the fighting on the ground, Hotshot fired into the avian creature's eyes causing it to lose control; He pulled open the avian creature's beak and rolled out of its mouth. Hotshot realized it may have been a better plan if he was a few miles lower to the ground as he was above the tree canopies from where he was falling; he closed his eyes and braced for impact, however it did not come. He opened his eyes and looked up to find Jetfire holding him whilst hovering in robot mode.
'Retreat?' asked a dazed Hotshot
'Retreat…' confirmed Jetfire
After reattaching Jazz's leg with minimal effort, Wheeljack transformed to vehicle mode and transformed yet again as the vehicle began to expand, his vehicle mode grew into a boxier carrier with enough space to hold another Transformer inside of it. Silverbolt who was still stuck in jet mode was placed inside along with Cliffjumper, whose arms had already broken off because of the rust. Hotshot and Jazz painfully transformed to vehicle modes to drive the slag out of there while Jetfire picked up Bluestreak to fly back to the Ark. Due to the lack of speed by the monsters, they were out of sight in mere seconds.
'What the slag were those things?' asked Jetfire
'They appeared to be the energy signature Perceptor picked up' said Wheeljack, 'do you think all the wildlife are like this?' he asked
'That wasn't wildlife' said Jazz glumly 'That thing spoke to me, like a Cybertronian y'know?'
'I don't care what those things were' said Hotshot 'all I know is that I am NEVER leaving the Ark again, I mean just look at what the thing did to poor Cliffjumper'
Cliffjumper sat inside Wheeljack’s Carrier mode as he stared down at his body, his arms were gone and his chest was beginning to crumble, all he could manage was a whimper.
Jazz drove near Wheeljack to comfort his partner
'Don't worry Cliff; I'm sure Ratchet has some sort of cure for corrosive slime somewhere in his tool kit'
Wheeljack overheard Jazz say this, he already knew Ratchet didn't have any means of curing corrosive slime, but he figured it would be best not to tell them that.
'Alright guys' called Jetfire' It looks like we will be at the Ark in a few Nano-clicks'
Soon enough, the Ark was in view as expected. What they didn’t expect was someone there to greet them, as they got closer, the Autobots could clearly see what was waiting for them. It appeared to be a red and yellow bug like creature. With two scythes for hands, one was waving at them and the other was piercing through Groove’s torso.
The Ark's Medbay
Fixit had buffed out the last dent on Hotspot and moved over to continue his work on Scattershot whose repairs were nearly complete.
In the Emergency room Ratchet scanned over Sideswipe for the third time, First aid had his arms crossed as he watched the medical officer quietly.
'What do we do?'
'I don't know'
First Aid shut his optics behind his visor and let out an irritated sigh
'What do you mean you don't know, you are "Chief Medical Officer:
Ratchet" there has to be something you can do for Sideswipe!'
Ratchet raised his shaky hands in a pleading motion. 'You don't understand First aid, Sideswipe's body can be repaired, but his brain module has been wrecked. When Soundwave broke Sideswipe’s skull, pressure was put onto his brain module, Several parts of his processor have been mangled beyond my ability to repair, and the dried oil that no one had bothered cleaning up has made it a lot more difficult for me.'
First Aid made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a laugh 'It's difficult? That's your excuse?'
'The only things that keep a Transformer alive are a spark and a brain module, Sideswipe’s spark is keeping him alive however the brain module is only just clinging on. I haven't seen anyone in this condition since they started wheeling in patients from the gladiatorial games.'
First Aid stared at Ratchet blankly
'You're giving up.'
'I'm not giving up, it's just-'
First Aid jabbed a finger at Ratchet and raised his voice. 'It’s just that you are! Fixit and I have been breaking our backs working while you've been mourning Bumblebee. I don't get it Ratchet; millions of Autobots have died during the war, I have felt each and every one of them but I am still doing my job properly! What makes Bumblebee so special from the other million that died? Is it because he was your only "friend?" is that it?'
Ratchet smacked First Aid across the face and pointed to the door
'GET OUT, NOW!'
Fixit and Hotspot stared at the two as First aid stormed out of the med bay.
Outside, Air raid sat on a bench, he was twiddling his thumbs staring at the ground before he noticed First Aid walk by.
'Hey doc, how is he?'
First Aid kept walking as if he didn't hear him speak. The sulking Aerialbot looked back down glumly and placed his head in his hands.
'You are going to serve me Shockwave, whether you like it or not'
Shockwave should have prepared for this; despite the fact that he had labeled retrieving Energon as first priority. He thought about whether Megatron would understand if he joined with Starscream for the time being, of course once he had obtained his blast cannon, he would be able to eliminate Starscream before he knew it.
'You are running out of time Shockwave'
Shockwave had to think fast, his best chance for survival was obvious; he had to cooperate with Starscream, for now at least.
'Very well, there should be plenty of Energon in the Insecticon’s blood stream for both of us'
Shockwave sighed and reluctantly bowed to the Seeker
Starscream let out a high pitched cackled and transformed his arm back to normal
'Brilliant, now fill me in on what has happened to everyone'
Shockwave looked up at his inactive spacebridge.
'I believe you are aware of my test subject Grimlock.'
Starscream rubbed the back of his neck and ran ah finger over the wound he had received from Grimlock.
'Yes, yes, I remember him quite fondly.'
'After Megatron boarded with nearly every battle squadron on the
Nemesis, I monitored the spacebridge as we prepared for launch'
Shockwave paused and stood himself back onto his feet.
'However I miscalculated my test subject's strength, it managed to destroy the majority of Decepticon forces in Kaon and overload the Spacebridge's energy levels. It resulted in an energy wave which decimated the brain modules of any other Decepticon above ground.'
'So everyone else is dead.'
Starscream stroked his chin.
'Very well then, would you please explain to me how you managed to survive Shockwave?'
Shockwave stared forward blankly taking a moment to think before answering the question.
'I have done… some extensive modifications in order to maintain my processors functionality in case of an emergency.'
Starscream shrugged, he could tell Shockwave was hiding something but he barely cared to press on the subject.
'So what happens now?' he asked
'As you are aware Starscream neither of us have the ability to fly, my engine was broken as I fell from my tower, and it appears your wings have been damaged'
Starscream looked back at his wings and snarled
'Yeah, so what's your point?'
'Either I give you my wings, or we do some surgery and I take your jet engine'
'I don't want your ugly wings Shockwave.' He spat
Shockwave shrugged, and pulled out a laser scalpel
'Surgery it is then'
'NO, NO WAIT!'
In the nemesis med bay filled with saws, drills and other surgery tools, Thundercracker tended to Dirge, picking shrapnel out of the larger seeker’s chest wound with thin metal stencils and scalpels. As he thought, the wound wasn't as bad as it looked. Dirge watched the monitor with disgust.
'I can't believe this; she is already redecorating the ship!'
On the monitor, Slipstream was telling Needlenose and Spinister to place a throne in the middle of the bridge.
'Over there, no wait too far, more on the left a bit, ah you idiots here let me show you'
'Bah she is already treating us like trash too, I mean Megatron only started treating me like trash about a week after I joined, Starscream treated us like trash after a day, and now Slipstream is treating us all like trash after…’
Dirge checked his chronometer on his wrist and looked back up ‘20 minutes'
'Whatever you say…' replied an uninterested Thundercracker.
Dirge glanced at Thundercracker with a frown. He noticed this and looked up at him.
'You are actually okay with this aren't you?'
'It could be worse, there was Starscream after all'
Dirge rolled his optics
'Oh yeah, just because this looks so great in comparison means we can just let anyone take over.'
Thundercracker stopped what he was doing.
'Look you don't know Slipstream; she's not a bad con.'
Dirge grunted and turned his head away.
'I don't get it Thundercracker.'
'What don't you get?'
'As much as I want to kill Slipstream… I want to help her just as
Thundercracker dropped his tools and looked up 'What?'
'Yeah something about her really makes me want please her'
Thundercracker rubbed his optics with his index finger and his thumb
'Dirge we need to have a talk.'
'Shockwave this is embarrassing'
'Nonsense, you asked for my wings, it is only more efficient this way'
'But it's stupid!'
Starscream hovered in Jet mode, riding on top of him like as if he was a horse was Shockwave.
'Ah whatever let's just go'
'Excellent. Ah yes and please don't barrel roll, I would rather not fall
to my death'
Starscream mumbled curses to himself as he boosted towards the second energy signature.
'You said that the energy signature fell from the sky?' asked Shockwave as he rode his trusty steed.
'Yeah, and it hit me too'
'Fascinating… It appears that even life forms from distant planets must hate you Starscream'
'Shut up or else I will turn myself around, you hear me mister?'
Shockwave decided it would be best to stay silent for now
'Up there, that's where the crater is' said Starscream
The crater was big; whatever fell to create it must have been huge.
That would explain the racket from earlier, thought Shockwave. They
landed at the edge and peered down to see what had fallen.
'Nothing' stated Shockwave
Starscream transformed to robot mode 'What? This makes no sense how could something like that just get up and leave'
'Perhaps it actually "got up" and left. It did have a Cybertronian energy signature did it not?
'FOOL!' shouted Starscream as he crouched next to the crater and pointed at it 'the energy signature is coming from the crater. It is merely cloaked if we touch it, it may reveal itself to us.'
Before Shockwave could reply on how it would be impossible for something so large to be cloaked, three large Insecticons burst out of the ground and sat in front of Shockwave, one of them carrying a blender like tool with a handle. He groaned as he noticed none of them had his blast cannon with them.
'Ah here they are' said Shockwave 'would you like to have the first batch of this Insecticon’s Energon Starscream?'
Starscream looked confused.
'So uh wait, how does this work?' Starscream pointed at the tool that the Insecticon had arrived with ‘Do you use that thing to drain the
Energon out without a mess or-'
Shockwave placed the tool next to the Insecticon and turned it on. Several blades lashed out and began grinding up the Insecticon as it was sucked into the tool. While most of the Energon was stored inside a cube shaped cup under the handle, the rest of the Insecticon was shot out the back side of the tool, covering Starscream in the Insecticons body parts and organs.
'… Oh dear Primus'
Soundwave had let out his three tapes, he had sent out Laserbeak to find scans so that he could give true life to the other three tapes he had in his possession. During the war P.O.W would have their sparks extracted and placed into these cassette tapes as punishment, they could be given an alt mode when freed; only problem was that the alt mode would have to replace their robot mode hence why Laserbeak had an avian mode, Rumble and Frenzy were exceptions as Megatron had purposely reformatted them for reconnaissance missions. However, he had left one tape behind on purpose; Megatron had ordered the Senator to be trapped in that form as punishment for his betrayal. It was only fitting that he rot in a cell after all. The planet was filled with primitive organic creatures, perfect as forms for his new minions.
'I am back' said Laserbeak through a mental link with Soundwave
Laserbeak looked somewhat different, his wingspan appeared longer and his head looked more like an actual birds head. It made no difference to Soundwave, as long as Laserbeak could still do his job right.
'Laserbeak return' Laserbeak transformed back into a cassette and returned back into Soundwave’s chest.
Soundwave observed the scans, a black panther, a blue and white tyrannosaurus and a green and red Stegosaurus. He uploaded them into his other three cassettes. Their names were Ravage, Overkill, and Slugfest. Soundwave decided to address the new additions mentally.
'My fellow Decepticons, you are now free. However freedom comes with a price, we are currently stranded, our other Decepticon brothers have been captured and we are low on Energon. Are there any questions?'
'Yes.' said Overkill
'Speak' replied Soundwave
'WHEN ARE WE GONNA PICK UP SOME FEMBOTS MAN?!'
Soundwave covered his visor with the palm of his hand
Slag it's another Rumble, thought Soundwave
'Hey I heard that!'
Shockwave and Starscream sat at the edge of the crater; Shockwave held one cube in his hand and handed the other to Starscream. Starscream took the cube cautiously and stared at its contents. The Energon looked slimy and had bubbles rising from it, he didn't care if his life depended on it (which it did) he was not going to drink this slag. But Shockwave was? Starscream realized, Shockwave didn't have a mouth, while most Decepticons simply retracted their faceplates to consume Energon, Shockwave didn't even have faceplate either, how the frag was Shockwave supposed to drink this stuff? Shockwave put pressure on his chin causing the plating just under his eye to move away panel by panel. Starscream gasped when he saw what was underneath. Just below Shockwaves eye were a line of mandibles, twitching and quivering as he drank the sloppy Energon. He turned to Starscream.
'Yes Starscream, this is what I meant by "extensive modifications"' his mandibles moved as he spoke.
Starscream was disgusted, who would do this to themselves he thought.
'You turned yourself into an Insecticon?'
'No not fully, I had already tested making an Insecticon/Decepticon hybrid, and after realizing how great the test results were, I used it on myself, Luckily in the end studies revealed that the pulses from the spacebridge didn't affect Insecticons. It saved my life Starscream.'
'You're a… freak!' Starscream tossed away his Energon and slid down the edge of the crater.
'Starscream wait!' Shockwave called as he chased after him.
Starscream stood in the middle of the crater and placed his hands on his hips looking for a sign of a cloaked figure.
'You ready Swoop?' asked Slag
'Anytime big guy'
'Then pull the switch now!'
A loud banging sound occurred causing the two Decepticons to dart around trying to find a source of the noise.
The Skyscrapers surrounding the Crater began to tip over, all leaning towards Starscream and Shockwave.
Well I'm getting out of here thought Starscream as he transformed to fly away.
A sniper bullet hit Starscream’s cockpit causing him to fall back into the crater.
The Skyscrapers fell and crashed atop of the crater with both Decepticons still inside.
'Witness the cure… that the love in your hands… shall spawn into the beauty… of our universe ...'
|03-11-2013, 01:16 AM||#5|
Join Date: Jul 2011
Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
Collection Count: About 100
This is fantastic! I like where this is going.
|03-12-2013, 01:26 AM||#6|
Join Date: Mar 2013
Location: Mississauga Ontario
News Credits: 3
Chapter 5: Symbols and Scriptures
Ratchet took a step back from the injured Autobot and admired his work, all the wounds were mended, stitched up and reflowing with energon. He began to examine his patient. A concerned look came across his face as he began to recognize the Autobot in question.
The old Prime leader turned his head like a wind up doll and stared at Ratchet.
'Why wasn't I rescued Ratchet?'
The bulky bot rolled off the table with a thud before limply standing back up.
'Why didn't you go with Optimus to save me?'
Ratchet gasped and began to back away from the dead Prime.
'Primus, Zeta, what are you doing ali-'
Zeta grabbed Ratchet by the shoulders, digging his fingers in, puncturing the medics white armor; he pushed the old medical officer against a work table.
'WHY COULDN'T YOU DO YOUR BEST SAVE ME RATCHET?!' Zetas low rumbling voice had now morphed into a high pitched scream as he shook ratchet violently. Each time Zeta shook him, his fingers dug deeper within Ratchet's shoulder causing the medical officer to scream in agony.
Ratchet reached for a buzz saw on the table behind him and turned it on. Without thinking he swung it at Zeta, cutting off both of the old Prime’s arms.
'WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS RATCHET?! I WAS YOUR FRIEND!'
Ratchet stumbled away from the armless bot. His lip quivered before he was able to form the right words.
'I am so sorry.'
A figure grabbed Ratchets shoulder. The medic turned around hoping to see a friendly face, only to realize that the bot had no face, let alone a head to begin with. All that was there was a lone brain module loosely connected to some wires above the neck.
The red bot wrapped his fingers around his brain and began to tug on it; as he did so; more wires began to rip out with it.
'Sideswipe, don't do that!' he screamed as he tried to pull the headless bot’s arms away, they were strong but began to weaken long enough for Ratchet to pull them down. The red Sideswipe began to go limp, Ratchet observed the area of the Autobot’s head for a brain module only to see it was missing. To his horror, the damp, crunched up brain module was in his hand, Ratchets hand.
'NO, NO, NO, NO' Ratchet fell to his knees pushed the body away from him, he put his hands over his face and whimpered. He heard more footsteps walk towards him. As he looked up, he saw First-aid standing still, staring at the broken medical officer.
'First Aid please, it was Sideswipe, he just…'
'Witness the cure… that the love in your hands… shall spawn into the beauty… of our universe'
First Aid fell to his knees and retracted his face plate; green liquid began spewing from his lips. His chest began to bulge and eventually exploded open as a small blue and black Cybertronian came crawling out, tearing apart First Aid’s chest in the process. It looked like Soundwave. Shielding his eyes from the horror, Ratchet felt a breeze come over him, he winced before opening his eyes, he was no longer in the med bay, he was on the Ark as it flew through space. To the left of him were the corpse of Prime and Megatron. They had no legs, however they were both smiling with their arms around each other as if they were celebrating together. In front of him was Bumblebee who was holding a nucleon shock cannon.
'You aren't trying your best to save us doc'
A single blast from the cannon tore a gaping hole in Ratchet, killing him instantly.
Ratchet woke up screaming.
Oh Primus what was that, he thought. Ratchet experienced dreams like this when he first started his training during the war, but this one was far worse than the dreams he had back then. Those dreams were usually about having his head crest fall into a patients conversion cog or his fingers melting before him. Ratchet sat up, What if what happened to Sideswipe in the dream meant…
He jumped off of his recharge slab and sprinted towards the ER, inside was Sideswipe, brain module still intact, or at least as intact as it was before. He let out a sigh; it was just a dream he assured himself, just a dream.
'You okay Ratchet?'
Arcee stood outside the ER, her processor had been repaired however she still had some burn marks around her torso.
'I'm fine Arcee' he said as he walked over to her.
'You sure? Because you look like you were just visited by Megatron.'
Ratchet let out a sigh and leaned himself on the nearest wall.
'It's just been the work load, First Aid has stopped helping and Fixit has been having trouble taking care of everyone else while I work on Sideswipe here.'
'I heard from Fixit that it was bad but… how bad is it?' she said as she tried to look over Ratchets shoulder to see Sideswipe
Ratchet looked back at the slab where Sideswipes body was, all the damages on the body were repaired, he even fixed his arm back on, but the brain module no matter how he looked at it, made him sick to his stomach.
'I will be honest with you Arcee,' Ratchet tried looking her in the eye but he failed to manage a single glance. 'I don't think I can save him'
Arcee stared at him; she looked at him as if he had just told her he was really Megatron in disguise or as if he just told her Perceptor wanted to play tag with her.
'You're kidding right?’
'What do you mean?'
'You are going to do something for him aren't you?' Arcee motioned at Sideswipe over Ratchets shoulder.
She's no different from First Aid, he thought.
'What can I do Arcee? If I attempt surgery, even the tiniest mistake can kill him.'
Arcee turned away from Ratchet and rubbed her optics
'Is there any other chance for him to survive that would make the process less dangerous?'
'No, I'm afraid surgery would be the only option'
She sighed and turned back around and faced Ratchet.
Her face looked determined yet sad. It was the kind of look Wheeljack made whenever he would create an invention that he knows will backfire anyway.
'Then it looks like you only have one option'
Ratchet groaned in an annoyed tone
'Arcee I told you, surgery is far too risky, if I make one mistake-'
'Then you let him die knowing you tried your best to save him.'
Ratchet had déjà vu.
He saw truth in her words, Sideswipe will never recover on his own; Ratchet couldn't give up on an Autobot, especially when the Autobot still has a beating spark.
'Okay, I'll do it' he said nodding.
'Great to hear Ratch.'
She gave him a pat on the shoulder.
'Whatever happens, just know that you did your best to save him.'
'Understood, now if you would excuse me, I have a patient to tend to'
'Ah yes, my apologies doctor.'
Arcee walked out of the room, glancing back with a smile for a brief moment before walking out of the med bay.
Ratchet turned to his patient.
'Well Sideswipe, you've really gotten yourself into trouble this time.'
He began to work.
First Aid drove to the medbay in ambulance mode, he greeted Air raid as he passed to make up for last time, however this time it was Air raid who didn't reply. Transforming to robot mode, First aid squeezed past Arcee through the entrance and headed towards the ER. He had been thinking, perhaps he had been too hard on Ratchet, he had felt the same way about losing friends before, of course Ratchet wasn't one to have friends. Ratchet once told him that Besides Ironhide, Optimus, Wheeljack and the deceased Bumblebee; he saw the majority of the troops as generic looking robots that he confused with Scattershot a lot. First aid was being a hypocrite and he knew it, what was he thinking leaving the rest of the work to Fixit when he had been complaining to Ratchet about not doing his job, it contradicted what he stood for.
He went to the ER expecting to see Ratchet slumped over, still feeling overwhelmed. However what he saw actually surprised him, Ratchet was working on Sideswipe, tools in hand, Ratchet was carefully pulling out lose wires and broken metal and rearranging the parts of Sideswipes brain module. Most of all it was the look of determination on Ratchets face that sold it; it appeared that Ratchet actually wanted to repair Sideswipe again. First Aid smiled behind his faceplate and jogged over to Fixit to help repair the wounded Stakeout and Goldrod
Outside the Ark
'Drop the Protectobot, NOW!'
Hotshot drew his path blaster. The strange creature's left scythe was still slit though Groove's torso while the other pointed towards them.
'Now, now' the creature spoke 'my blade is only inches from this borehole's spark, one shot and your friend bites it'
Jazz signaled Hotshot to lower his gun and stepped forward.
'Hey listen we don't want any trouble, just put the bot down and we can talk'
Perceptor had radioed Jetfire.
'Jetfire is everything alright?'
The creature shot a glance at the flier.
'Don't even think about answering it buddy.' He said motioning to Groove
'Okay' Jetfire transformed to robot mode and dropped Bluestreak.
‘Ow Rude’ muttered Bluestreak under his breath
'I am terminating the connection'
'Jetire wha-' Perceptor's voice was soon replaced with static.
'Now what do you want from us?'
With Groove in scythe, the creature walked over to the jungle nearby the ark.
Jetfire looked at the others, Wheeljack was still carrying Silverbolt and Cliffjumper in his carrier mode, while Hotshot and Jazz still had claw and bite marks all over them.
'Listen, we will follow you as long as you allow us to mend our friends.'
'Hah, you think I'm an idiot? I don't want your whole damn army coming out to get me. I need you all to come with me before you lot go around telling your buddies to aim and shoot'
'You don't understand, we really need medical attention, if you let us in then we can drop off our wounded then we can..'
The creature made a small slit in Grooves neck with his scythe, causing energon to leak out.
'Oops well would you look at that, now you better come quickly, I doubt you have much time before your buddy here leaks himself dry.'
'So what you are saying is that she is a hypnotist?'
'No Dirge, that isn't what I meant at all'
'But you just said that she can get people to things for her because of the way she was manufactured; wouldn't she be manufactured with a hypnosis power then?'
'No I didn't mean she was manufactured with anything special, I just meant that she was manufactured in a way which made her able to er… how do I put this'
Dirge looked annoyed 'You tell me?'
'Okay, okay I got it' Thundercracker waved his hand in assurance
'You see Dirge; there are two different kinds of Transformers…'
'Autobots and Decepticons'
'No, well yes, but there are also males and females'
Dirge opened his mouth and nodded.
'Right, but didn't the majority of females die in the war?'
'Technically every female Decepticon either died or had abandoned Cybertron sometime during the war; the former makes up the majority of course.'
Dirge brought his fingers to his lips in thought. 'Okay so what makes the females any more special than us?'
Thundercracker took a seat next to a terminal and spun it around for him to sit on it.
'You see Dirge, you don't remember it because well… you weren't manufactured at the time, but back in the golden age - before the war - we actually had lessons teaching us about the history of our race. Back in the ancient's time we were more organic, more so in biology than in appearance but the similarity was there. During that time the ancients couldn't create more of them by the Allspark like we used to, so they went through a process called "budding"'
'Ah yes of course… what's budding?'
'Basically budding was a process where one Transformer would give birth to another biologically; this was only accomplished by the females, However it was said to be an extremely long and painful process.'
'That doesn't make any sense' Dirge spat as he raised his hand in denial 'How is that even supposed to work? And were we not involved in any of that?'
'Well technically the ancient's males were involved, at the time the well of allspark hadn't been discovered yet…' A look of fear and disgust ran across Thundercrackers face,
'…and thus the only way to create a transformer was to use another's spark.'
Dirge stared at him blankly as if waiting for Thundercracker to admit it to being a joke or to laugh it off. Dirge's optics widened as the seeker continued.
'Budding was a nasty process yet a necessary one, the males had to give up there sparks in order for the females to go through the process, Now I know what you're thinking Dirge, I can tell by the look on your face, but at the time the ancients lacked the ways of creation we had in our lifetimes.
While you would think the males would rather live than give up there sparks for another, Primus knows why, death by giving up their sparks was apparently the number one goal of every Cybertronian to the point where they would worship the females. The females would devour the males sparks and then birth a being out of their chests.
In the end the females would live on and the males would be replaced with more whereas if a female were to die, another female would be born to replace that one.'
Dirge placed a hand on his forehead and shook his head trying to process the info dump. He raised his head and scanned him for a sign that he was making it all up, but that wasn't the Thundercracker he knew.
'So what had changed?'
Thundercracker rested his elbow on the arm of the chair and shrugged
'By the time the core and the well of Allspark were discovered, the budding process became obsolete. After time the ancients evolved, while budding was forever lost, females were still forged regularly from the well. Of course after becoming a target during the war they were mostly killed off'
'So what you're saying is that Slipstream, as well as other females, have that same sort of effect on males as they did during the ancients time?'
Thundercracker nodded 'Exactly, most of us still have that same urge to give up our sparks for her that we had received from our ancestors'
'But it's not like she can still take our sparks can she?'
'Thankfully No, femmes lost that ability a long time ago.'
Dirge stared at the floor, still unsure of what he had just learned.
'Thundercracker, why weren't we taught this during the war?'
Thundercracker let out a sigh and stood up 'Megatron never thought history was important, he always said we should be "looking forward at our bright future."'
'Well if you ask me, I wouldn't mind knowing a bit more about our, er… "History"'
'Maybe, although you haven't even heard the half of it, there was the Quintesson invasion, the original thirteen, the first landing on moon base one, the Harvest, The Novacon war, the transportation of the sun, the…'
Dirge stared at him intently; Thundercracker realized what he got himself into.
'Sigh okay let's start with the thirteen…'
Within the jungles surrounding the Ark, The Autobots follow the strange creature…
'I don't trust him Jazz' whispered Hotshot
'Gee what makes you say that? The fact that he just slit open Grooves neck?' he replied sarcastically
Jetfire, now carrying Bluestreak around his arm jogged up beside the creature
'Would you at least mind telling us where you are leading us?'
'Don't worry you won't have to walk much farther, I am just going to help you become a bit more –Ah "acquainted" so to speak'
'And what is that supposed to mean?' asked Jazz
'It means I am going to kill you all in the slowest most painful death you can imagine'
The Autobot’s stopped walking and glared at the creature
'Nah I'm just #$%ing with you guys, my friends and I just want to let you know about the, terms of this planet before you end up killing yourselves.'
'To be perfectly honest with you I doubt some of us will survive through listening to your terms before you let us leave.' said Wheeljack
'Oh now that is just mean' spat the creature ‘we aren’t that boring of talkers’
'No I mean Cliffjumper is rusting, the corrosive slime has finished eating away at his chest plate, I don't know how much longer he can hold on'
Jazz looked frantic,
'Listen man we really need medical attention, is there anything you can do for us?'
'Relax we're here.'
The Autobots moved into a clearing where a crashed ship lay buried in some rubble. The only intact part of the ship was visible as a hatch that was left open.
'Grotusque, Doublecross, get your afts out here and help our guests'
Two robots sprinted out of the ship and ran towards the Autobots. One had red limbs, a blue chest and head, and had small wings poking out of his back, the other had white and black limbs with red shoulders and dragon heads for hands. While one of them grabbed Bluestreak, the other reached into the back of Wheeljack carrier mode and pulled out Cliffjumper, the acid had turned black and parts of the small Autobots cranium were now crumbling off revealing a skull-like head.
'Get them onto the repair bay stat!'
The Autobots followed the three into the ship, at the end of the hallway was a medical bay, Cliffjumper was placed on a slab and hooked up to some sort of tube that stopped the corrosion, above him however was something there Wheeljack hadn't seen since the core shut down on Cybertron.
Doublecross turned to him
'What? Oh yeah these things, they should fix your friend up just fine'
The repair rays shot a wave of energon on Cliffjumper, causing his body to shift and regenerate the parts that had rusted away, it was a slow process, but at least he would live. Silverbolt, Groove and Bluestreak were put on slabs as well where more repair rays sprouted and began to work.
Grotusque gave off a hearty laugh 'Hey Repugnus where did you find these guys? They look like $#!%'
Repugnus ignored him and turned to Jetfire.
'Now then' The bug creature transformed to a yellow and red robot.
'Where shall we begin?'
Hotshot shot a quizzical glance to Jazz who decided to speak first
'First off' he began ‘What is up with you guys? Are you Autobots or what, and what is with that alt mode?'
'I am quite surprised actually'
Repugnus flopped onto a metal couch in the corner of the room and lied down with his hands behind his head.
'None of you recognize me after all these years'
Hotshot examined the bot closer before snapping his fingers 'Repugnus! I remember you now; we were under Fortress Maximus's command once on Cybertron' He chuckled enthusiastically ' I remember now because all you used to do back then was curse in other languages, what are you doing out here?'
'They were exiled' stated Jetfire bitterly
The other Autobots turned to him
'You and the others were forever known as Monsterbots after what you did, it's the truth isn't it?'
Repugnus ran his optics across the ceiling blankly 'More or less.'
'Exile?' asked Wheeljack who was scrubbing some oil off his hands with a cloth
'I've heard of some cruel punishments but what did you do to get exiled?'
Repugnus cringed, he turned his head to see the four standing Autobots staring at him, behind them he could see Grotusque and Doublecross giving him stern looks. He had realized how awkward lying on the couch was while everyone stood, it felt like he was in therapy with four psychiatrists which he hated to admit, had indeed experienced when he was still on Cybertron.
'Let's talk about what is more important now shall we?' he said sitting up.
He cleared his throat, 'As you have obviously already noticed, this planet is not welcome to visitors, especially those without beast modes such as yourselves'
'So those monsters we fought earlier are Cybertronians like us? Asked Jazz
'Ah yes the Terrorcons, I couldn't mistake Blot’s slime for anything else. Yeah the Terrorcons are Cybertronians, however they have become a little too fond of this planet and have become nothing more than the $#!% stains they scanned, I doubt they can even transform anymore.'
'I wouldn't be surprised' said Hotshot as he stretched his arms 'Next time we see those three it will be with Ironhide, Perceptor and the others' He smiled as he cracked his neck 'Then we will see who wants to make a meal out of my friends.'
Repugnus laughed 'Three? You haven't even seen their leader Hun-grr fight. Unlike his lackeys Cutthroat, Blot and Rippersnapper who just like to chew and spit up their food, Hun-grr likes to completely devour his'
Hotshot lowered his arms in disappointment.
'Are there any other Cybertronians here besides us?' asked Jetfire
'Yeah more than you think, you see this planet has had several ships land here.'
Repugnus cackled and shook his head.
'Actually more so it had several ships crash here, anyways there is what you could call a small civilization a few kliks away from here. You want energon? Then you better ask the leaders over there for some.'
After realising Repugnus had finished, Wheeljack spoke up.
'Er thanks Repugnus, we will keep in touch yeah?'
'Don't bother, we will be moving our ship in a few hours for a new place to mine energon, the stuff doesn't come cheap y’know.'
Doublecross stepped in 'It's even harder to purify it than to find it thanks to this damn planet' He looked to the side and bit his lip 'your buddies are looking better by the way.'
Hotshot walked over to Bluestreak whose legs had regenerated with the help of the repair rays. Bluestreak spotted him and a smug smile stretched across his face.
'Hey bud, how's it going?' he asked while sitting up 'Some nice folks we got here, but that Repugnus guy keeps "bugging me" eh? Get it, because-'
Hotshot sighed 'Yeah because he turns into a giant bug creature I get it'
'Hah yeah exactly, you should hear the jokes I thought of for Grotusque and Doublecross'
'Maybe another time Bluestreak, Y'know before we were attacked, you mentioned a place where all anyone did was race?'
Bluestreak's grin broadened
'Yup, I can't remember who I heard it from, but apparently the world is as big as Cybertron and is currently in another golden age!'
Hotshot rested his arms at the edge of Bluestreak's slab with a childish grin
'What is this place called Bluestreak?'
'The planets name is Velocitron, but most people call it the speed planet' He waved his hand in an arch dramatically as he said speed planet.
'Is what you say really true Bluestreak?'
'Of course it isn't' snapped Jazz
'Jazz?' Hotshot gave a quizzical look 'You don't believe in Velocitron?'
'I don't, that's because it's all a load of scrap. Velocitron is just something all the sport jockeys came up with early on in the war in order to cope with no longer having their little racing to keep them occupied'
Hotshot stood up and stared at his feet, his fists were clenched tightly.
'Well if you put it that way Jazz, then I guess It is best not to talk about stupid things like racing'
He faked a laugh and walked out solemnly. The now restored Cliffjumper ran up to Jazz and punched him in the shoulder.
'What is wrong with you Jazz?' He pointed a finger at the spec ops agent and scowled 'He looks up to you y'know?'
Jazz raised his lip and brushed away his partners hand before walking out of the Monsterbots medbay.
Cliffjumper leaned on a recharge slab and looked at Bluestreak.
'I can't remember the last time I’ve seen him like this.'
‘Huh… I guess’
Bluestreak had remembered who it was that told him about Velocitron, although he must've been mistakened. If he remembered correctly, then the Autobot who told him about Velocitron was Jazz. Although Jazz had a different name back then, it was no doubt the same person, even considering how different that bot was back then compared to how he was just moments ago…
10 or so kliks away give or take…
'Ironhide I think I found something!'
The red Autobot jogged over to Warpaths position.
'What was that?'
'I said I think I found something' Warpath pointed down at a pile of vines where the shine of metal gleamed beneath it.
Ironhide knelt down and pulled away the vines revealing more of the metal. He took off an energon knife from his belt and cut into the plant life, slowly tearing more of it away until what came into view was a neatly printed picture on the metal. Ironhide stood up and crossed his arms as he gazed down at the picture. It appeared to be more of a symbol really; it was that of a head with one side being metallic and the other side organic looking. Ironhide couldn't help but find the metallic part of the head familiar. The organic half had pink skin and silver hair coming out of its scalp, an ugly looking creature in Ironhide's personal opinion.
'What is it?' asked Warpath
'Not entirely sure' Ironhide sheathed the knife and unclipped a scatter blaster from his belt
'But we're about to find out'
Ironhide fired a round into the symbol sending shards of metal flying into the air, the veteran cleared way the smoke to reveal a dark hole underneath.
'We uh- we aren't going in there are we?'
Ironhide looked at him and smirked before sliding legs first into the hole. Warpath shrugged and followed him inside. Everything was pitch-black and it felt like he was standing on a slope.
'Ironhide I can't see a thing, where are you?'
'Relax kid I'm right here, just gimme' a sec to turn on my lights'
At either side of Ironhide's head shone small light's. He looked at Warpath who shielded his visor from the light.
'Well? Aren't you going to turn on your head lights?'
'Wha- oh okay I thought you meant, never mind hold on a sec'
Warpath turned on his lights allowing the two bots to get a better view of where they were. They were in a tilted metal corridor; the angle that the hallway leaned gave the Autobots an ominous feeling, as if they were in a fun house during night time when nobody was around.
'It would be best if we stick together.'
'Don't have to tell me again Old timer…'
The two bots walked down the hallway, they took a couple of turns until they came across a light switch on the wall.
'Warpath be careful, it could be a tra-'
Warpath flicked the switch.
'Huh? Oh sorry I didn't hear you.'
The lights came on revealing the lime green hallway to be cluttered with odd tools and weapons. Painted on the walls were alien symbols and scriptures.
'Have you seen anything like this before Ironhide?'
'Nah kid I aint the one to be asking those kinds of questions, that's the kind of stuff you would ask Ku-'
A figure caught Ironhide’s optic through a crack in a doorway.
'Hold on a second kid'
Ironhide opened the door and pointed his scatter blaster at the figure. The figure was sitting in a chair, with a metal beam stuck through their skull.
Starscream groaned as he picked himself up, he felt like someone had dropped a building on him, as his memories returned to him he realized that a building had indeed fallen on top of him. But where had Shockwave gone, and who could have done this. He took a look around, it appeared that he was somewhere beneath the surface. He must have fallen through the crater before he was meant to be crushed. It was dark but he could make out some of the shapes of scattered scrap metal left by the rotting decay of the space slug corpses.
'Shockwave! Where have you gone? I am not in the mood for digging myself up so come and help your master.'
Starscream followed the voice and tripped over a pole like object, falling onto the rough metal floor, he winced in pain as he pierced his hands on the sharp metal while pushing himself up. He spotted Shockwave standing on a large heap with his single eye staring at his ground below him.
'Shockwave what are you-'
Starscream jumped onto the heap Shockwave was standing on to get a better look at what the one eyed scientist was staring at.
'We are currently standing on the life signal that fell from the sky Starscream.'
Starscream scoffed 'What are you talking about; this is just a…pile…of'
The seeker took another look at what he had tripped on, it appeared to be a cannon, he traced down the cannons barrel to see what it was connected to, he made out a large head followed by a larger chest which the two were standing on. It was then with fear and surprise, that Starscream had realized that he was standing on the deactivated body of Bruticus.
'One of my secret projects actually'
|03-17-2013, 01:33 AM||#7|
Join Date: Mar 2013
Location: Mississauga Ontario
News Credits: 3
Chapter 6: Because I'm still Living
Ratchet sighed as he packed away his scalpel. He looked over the black processor one last time before turning to his data pad to take note. He had done well, better than he thought he would have done. The brain had some of its minor functions on line, but no matter what else he tried, it just wasn't enough, just as he feared, Ratchet could not bring Sideswipe back. Thinking back to what Arcee had said, he had still done his job to the best of his ability, and in the end he thought he did a good job. He had failed, but he thought positively, Sideswipe was no worse from before the operation, he was still alive, but there was just nothing Ratchet could do about it. He walked out of the ER cleaning his hands with a cloth where First Aid greeted him, he observed Ratchet with a stern look.
'How is he?'
Ratchet gripped the cloth. He was afraid of what First Aid would say, ironically enough it was usually the younger Autobot that was worried about what Ratchet would think after failing to save a life.
'I'm sorry First Aid, I did all I could, I did! But the central wirings were left cut for too long and the connections to the muscular skeletal systems were too far down his throat to be recovered, I'm sorry First Aid I just…'
'Ratchet' First Aid put a hand on his shoulder. Ratchets head shot back up
'you did all you could, I believe you, is he still alive?'
'Then relax, we still have hope' First Aid tapped at his wrist revealing a hologram of a repair ray.
'Jetfire sent a message about 15 minutes ago; he said he found some exiled Autobots… don't ask. Anyways he says they have repair rays from before the planet shut down. Maybe we could use them to help Sideswipe.'
Ratchet shook his head 'No, repair rays have only been known to repair the body, they would be useless on a brain module.'
First aid turned off the hologram and slumped over an empty recharge slab.
'So we just leave him like this?'
Ratchet hated the idea of leaving Sideswipe the way he was, but the idea of killing Sideswipe went against what he stood for as a doctor.
'Yes, I think we will be leaving him like this for the time being, until we have an idea of what to do with him at least.'
First Aid nodded in agreement; there was a moment of silence, the two medical officers were unsure of what to say to each other at this point. Finally Ratchet broke the silence with a low cough.
'… How's Trailbreaker doing?'
'Still in stasis, the big guy is nearly done his repairs, hard to think he has been in stasis for over a year now.'
Ratchet nodded 'Aid… what do you think is going to happen to us in the future? I mean we are stuck on this planet with little energon, how long do you think we will survive?'
First Aid sat on the recharge slab and stared at the floor.
'To be honest Ratch, that's one of those questions that you don't want to know the answer to'
Cybertron, beneath the surface…
'Bruticus?!' Starscream yelled in Shock 'What is he doing here?'
Shockwave crouched down next to the giant and examined Bruticus' face, in a second Shockwave thought of 54 answers to what Bruticus could have been doing on Cybertron when he should have been with Megatron on the Nemesis. He deduced that the most Logical reason would be…
'He was shot off the Ark and landed here'
Starscream chuckled to himself
'Oh of course, miles and miles away from Cybertron, and he just fell back with little more than a few burns? What logic did you put into that?'
Shockwave thought to himself, it really didn't make any sense, If Bruticus fell back to Cybertron, then he would have suffered burns much worse than these, By calculating the time it has been since Bruticus has landed, plus the severity of the burns, Shockwave came to the conclusion that Bruticus had to have fallen from at least Moon base one. He began to recalculate possibilities.
After a moment of watching Shockwave mutter to himself, Starscream realized that the scientist wasn't going to answer him for at least another minute so he jumped off of Bruticus and examined him, the legs made by Swindle and the old ground commander Brawl, the Arms made from Vortex and Blastoff. Then there was Onslaught, the chest and head of Bruticus, Starscream felt compelled to shoot the traitor right now, but of course, considering the current situation perhaps it would be best to let Shockwave do his thing. He wasn't an idiot; at least not to him anyway, it should have been perfectly fine to vent his rage by a simple kick to the head rather than a shot to the head. He lifted his leg back and kicked the gestalts massive cranium.
'OW MY FOOT!' Starscream screamed, He WAS an idiot, , who in their right mind would just kick a combiner in the head, stupid.
'Starscream, what did you do?'
Starscream glanced back at Shockwave who was pointing at Bruticus' head.
It appeared that Starscream had activated something when he kicked the combiner. Bruticus’ large eyes glowed dark red, but before Shockwave could get a better look, dark red beams shot out of both eye sockets and burned through the downed skyscrapers above them. An electrical surge then went through Bruticus' body and zapped Shockwave, sending the one eyed con flying into a corner.
The beams finally stopped and Bruticus' eyes turned dark again. Shockwave brushed himself off and pulled some debris out of his armless shoulder.
'Starscream, I have reason to believe Bruticus was captured during his fall through space'
Starscream, still skeptical from the display he had seen, tiptoed over Bruticus.
'What do you mean captured? He is right here you moron'
'What I mean to say Starscream, is that Bruticus has been experimented on before crash landing here'
Starscream scoffed 'You would know ALL about that' he said while glaring at the one eyed Decepticons chine where his mandible’s were hidden
Shockwave ignored him and continued his analysis
'I believe that Bruticus had been captured by Autobots, following an experimentation process of some kind, once it was done, they through him away, leaving him here to die'
'So he shoots some lasers out of his eyes big whoop. What kind of experiments would Autobots want to do on a brute like…Bruticus?' So that's why he is named that, Starscream thought. Brute…Bruticus
Shockwave pointed at each of Bruticus' limbs
'See those scars?'
'Yeah, what about them'
'They are where the Combaticon’s conversion cogs are supposed to be'
Starscream looked at Bruticus and then looked back at Shockwave.
'You are saying the Autobots took their conversion cogs?'
'Without his conversion cogs, Bruticus will not have a hope of splitting back into the Combaticons until they are replaced'
'You think the Autobots are trying to rip off our combiner technology'
Shockwave shrugged 'I somehow doubt it.
The seeker crossed his arms and frowned
'You don't think it is Autobots, do you?'
Shockwave didn't answer. Starscream sighed and looked up at the two holes the beams of light that had erupted from Bruticus' eyes had created through the skyscrapers. This was no accident; someone tried to kill them, but who else was still on Cybertron?
'Who?' Starscream felt as though he just had his mind read.
'Slug, Swoop and Snarl' the remaining members of Grimlocks team, I have come to the conclusion that they plan to kill us and use my secret project to escape from Cybertron.'
Starscream cringed when he heard Shockwave say escape. It was if Cybertron had now become a living hell to most, which it indeed has.
'What is this secret project you speak of?'
'One of my secret projects actually.'
'Ah so just like your little self-experiment' said Starscream in disgust.
Shockwave lifted his hand up to the part of his head where his mandibles were covered.
'That reminds me'
He dragged his fingers from his face up to the white antenna at the side of his head.
'Kickback, do you read?'
Kickback and Hardshell had just finished devouring their insecticon brother Sharpshot. While Kickback would miss the company of his brother, he was proud to admit he had always wondered what Sharpshot tasted like, better than he expected.
'Kickback, do you read?'
Kickback stood up straight and radioed back
'Kickback here sir'
'What is your status?'
'Sharpshot is delicious… I mean Sharpshot is dead, and Hardshell suffered some wounds, but don't worry I am fine.'
'That is not what I care about Kickback, I just need someone to activate experiments: VNM DELUXE and CHPSHP DELUXE
Hardshell overheard and responded back
'But sir, those experiments are-'
'So help me Hardshell'
Hardshell turned to Kickback.
'Let's go Kickback; we have an errand for Shockwave'
The Crashed alien ship: Ironhide and Warpaths location
Ironhide lowered his weapon
'Relax kid, he won't be hurt'n anyone anytime soon'
'I am the one relaxed; you are the one who drew your weapon.'
'Ah shut it, see if there is anything in here that looks useful'
The two Autobots searched the ship, Ironhide, ignoring the dead green robot, searched through desks only to find them all empty, Warpath on the other hand came across a large door that reached a high ceiling, wondering what was inside, the red tank opened the large doors and peered in. He gasped and fell to his knees; within this room was something he thought he would only ever dream about.
Inside the room were rows and rows of guns alongside other weaponry, all shiny and new looking. Warpath ran up to each gun, staring at them like a little kid on Christmas morning. Big ones, small ones, all sorts of guns and cannons one could ever want or need. He pulled the guns off of the walls and brought them all to the floor. He began to dance around like a ballerina in joy as he lifted the guns and threw them up in the air allowing them to shower all over him, he fell back in the pile of guns and cannons and did what would be an equivalent of a snow angel in the fire arms.
'YES, YES, YES!'
Ironhide was standing in the doorway speechless.
'What in the name of Primus are you doing?'
Warpath jumped to his feet and scratched the back of his head
'Oh well um… hey Ironhide check out these cannons, you would probably like them'
Ironhide thought he had searched through everything in the other room. However he had missed what was in the palm of the dead green robots hand, it was an audio log, after finally rewinding, the audio log played itself on its own.
'This is Flacker, I OH GOD I think it's… wait….. I think….. imagined …something... in doorway. My partners Oval… Fleet …..dead; died trying…. get away….anyone recei…. this message, wh…ever you do, ..nt go to…plan…ebu….s… I repeat.. do …not..OH GOD…THERE…IS….GET AWAY…GE….OU…. MY HEAD!….SCREEEEEEEEEEE. End log.'
'Hey did you hear something Warpath?'
The Monsterbot's ship…
After explaining the situation to Perceptor via intercom, Jetfire gathered the Autobots in a circle as he addressed them.
'Alright Autobots, Perceptor and I have decided that the best course of action would be to meet with the occupants of this civilization Repugnus had talked about, Groove will be heading back to the Ark, anyone else who wishes to head back is welcome to go with him'
'Finally!' said Hotshot 'I am sick of this place, I'm heading back to take a nap, someone wake me up when we are off the planet.'
Hotshot transformed and drove to the exit. Bluestreak soon followed behind.
Repugnus strolled over to Groove and held out a hand.
'No hard feelings eh chum?'
Groove slapped it away in disgust.
'You could have killed me!'
'Ah that was in the past, besides how else am I supposed to get someone attention?'
'Several ways actually, asking politely, NOT stabbing people…'
'Aww cheer up, if it wasn't for us your little red friend would be dead'
Groove shrugged and drove away in motorcycle mode.
'Hey, I was expecting a thank you at least!'
Wheeljack worked on repairing the clutch drone, He decided to add some rockets that shot drills to the drone - just in case. He turned to Cliffjumper who caught his attention by doing some jumping jacks.
'You aren't heading back Cliff? You only just recovered from your corrosive state.'
'Ah relax Wheels, I'm perfectly fine now, and besides someone needs to keep an eye on Mr. Grump'
'Who,' Wheeljack crossed his arms and paused to think 'Silverbolt?'
'What? No. well yeah him too, but I am talking about Jazz.'
Wheeljack snapped his fingers 'Right! Yeah weird how he snapped at Hotshot like that, maybe it had to do with his past'
Cliffjumper tilted his head and gave Wheeljack an odd look.
'What about his past? Besides the dozens of medals he shows off, all I have ever heard about his past is that he trained himself in Metallikato for a while but that's the only thing that has really stood out…'
'No not that Cliff, I'm talking about the stuff he doesn't want you to know about. You see he was a racer back in the day, along with other Autobots that have forever left Cybertron such as Windcharger, Swerve and of course the champion Blurr. One day he was close to getting into the finals where the top athletes would compete in "speed planet" no one knew where it was located however races were always filmed there.'
Wheeljack chuckled 'They say speed planet was an actual planet, however for some reason Jazz just dropped out in the last minute. I wouldn't think it would still bother him now, but who knows what is going on in his head, am I right Cliff?'
Cliffjumper didn't looked amused,
'Pfft that's dumb, Jazz wouldn't freak out over something like that, would he?'
Jetfire counted heads, Wheeljack, Cliffjumper and Jazz looked like they were willing to go with him. He looked over at Silverbolt. He was mended; however he was leaning on a wall and staring at the floor as usual.
'Er you gonna come with us Silverbolt?'
Jetfire meant to ask him about what was on his mind; but felt like it wasn't a good time. He was approached by Grotusque.
'Repugnus wanted me to escort you to the village, I'm sure you don't mind'
'Oh not at all' Jetfire thought it was funny how just earlier one of them was ready to kill Groove and that they were ready to trust them again so easily.
'Alright then let's head out' Grotusque transformed into a blue, brown and red dragon like creature with bat wings and moved towards the exit.'
'Now my memory isn't the best, but I believe before every mission Optimus Prime would say something like "Autobots, Transform and…. $# % those Decepticons, right up their @$$'s"
The Autobots as well as Doublecross all groaned in unison with a mix of
"ewws" and "dang it that's nasty". Only Repugnus let out a laugh.
'Not literally.' assured Grotusque
Arks Med bay
Red Hot had finally been fully mended, leaving only Trailbreaker and Blades still in need of repairs.
Fixit looked up at Ratchet and shook his arm to get some attention.
'Can I help you Fixit?'
'Why don't you take a break, it is getting kinda late and all you have been doing is working all day.'
Ratchet smiled down at him.
'Well let me tell you how much I appreciate it Fixit but…' He looked over at Blades who only needed a few tweaking to be fully recovered, he then looked down at his hands that were shaking from all the work he had done.
'Maybe you are right Fixit, early Aerialbot catches the con as they say.'
He allowed Fixit to finish repairs and strolled over to his quarters in the med bay, he passed by the ER and looked into the room, the lights were off but he could still see the stasis pod with Sideswipe’s body within it, First Aid had started putting his head back together earlier as Ratchet could see Sideswipe’s lower jaw already attached to his neck. Something seemed off however, it looked like something was moving next to the pod. He moved closer to get a better look, a big crack was over the glass of the stasis pod holding Sideswipe, to Ratchets horror it looked as if the crack grew as a shadow passed over it. Someone was trying to break the glass.
'Hey you there, stop what you are doing!' He ran into the ER and sprinted towards the shadow. The shadow noticed Ratchet and jumped into an air duct, bumping and scraping echoed through the walls of the Ark as the shadowy figure crawled away through the ducts.
Ratchet radioed Perceptor,
'Perceptor, someone tried to kill Sideswipe, I think a Decepticon may have escaped, get someone to search through the ducts, they could be anywhere in the Ark by now.
Throughout the Ark the sounds of the figure escaping through the ducts were heard, Stakeout and Seawatch were having an argument about alt modes when they both paused to listen in, Scattershot was polishing his weapons as he raised his head upon hearing the sound, Hotshot, Groove and Bluestreak had just approached the Ark when they could hear a faint scraping sound.
Soundwave could hear every word being said within the Ark, naturally the sound was easy for him to hear as well, not as easy for his minions however.
Hotspot was berating Streetwise for bullying Phaser when they heard it, whereas Hound, Lightspeed and Cosmos were all woken up from napping as they heard the scraping coming from the vents above.
Below in the Decepticons cells, Breakdown freaked out as he heard the scraping above while the other Stunticons remained quiet, Dirt boss kept complaining about the noise and pestered Longhaul to make it stop. Barricade looked around from his cell and overheard the guards, Beachcomber and Powerglide explaining to Perceptor that none of the Decepticons had escaped. Back in the Med bay Ratchet shut his optics and felt a wave of despair wash over him after receiving the info from Perceptor, that whoever tried to kill Sideswipe had to have been an Autobot.
The Nemesis: Bridge
Slipstream had told Thundercracker the plan to attack the Autobots and rescue Soundwave and the others. He hated the idea that the war was not yet over, that they would still have to fight, however he trusted Slipstream, she had a better motive than to just kill the Autobots, she planned to rescue their comrades, and that was enough for Thundercracker to trust her actions.
'So what happens after we rescue them?' he asked
'Simple, we destroy the Ark thus ending the Autobots lives confirming
'So then that's it? We are done the war?'
'Correct!' she said with a bright smile. 'As much as I would like to take our comrades and run, according to Soundwave, we out number them 10 to one so it would only make sense to end them rather than let them live to fight again'
Thundercracker grinned; the war would actually be over, no more fighting. He was truly excited for a battle for once. Ending the Autobots once and for all, reuniting all Decepticons, take over another planet and rebuild Cybertron. Everything will be perfect he thought, after all this perhaps he and Skywarp could sit in a bar, have a drink and look back at Megatron, Starscream and the Autobots and laugh at the silly war. Maybe he would even become famous, new sparkling's would see him on the street and run up to him for autographs, a television show could be made chronicling the Decepticons battles to destroy the evil forces of the Autobots, and he could have a lead role.
He laughed at the thought. No, things would never be that easy, maybe some other group of Cybertronians would rebel, or some sort of evil force would end their peace. Something like that always had to happen.
Dirge walked onto the bridge and headed straight for Thundercracker, Needlenose and the black and purple half jet Fireshot soon followed with worried glances.
Dirge approached Thundercracker and punched him in the face causing the blue seeker to fall on his back onto the cool smooth floor.
'You frag what the slag was that for?!'
Slipstream immediately burst with laughter from the sight of Thundercracker getting hit, she almost immediately fell on her aft from laughing too hard. Dirge clenched his fist and held Thundercracker up by the collar.
'You lied to me!'
'What? about what?'
Dirge through another fist at Thundercrackers face
'All those stories, you never told me they were just legends'
Thundercracker tried to loosen Dirges grip.
'They weren't all legends; they were all passed down from our ancestors.
Some people just don't like to believe some of it since it was so long ago'
'Pfft, you should have told me that before I went around talking about Females devouring sparks, do you know how embarrassing that was? Everyone was laughing at me!'
Dirge readied another punch, Dent’s already marked Thundercracker’s face from the last few hits and the next would most likely knock him out.
Slipstream wrapped her fingers around Dirge’s wrist
'Hahah, please….hahah….please don't…heh… don't hit him Dirge’ her expression turned cold ‘we don't need any fighting to go on in here, besides…'
She leant closer until her head was over the coneheaded con’s shoulder. She whispered into his audio receptor.
'You know what they say about how females were able to devour sparks? Perhaps it is all truer than you realize, and perhaps we haven't actually lost that ability like most think.'
She licked her lips intimidatingly causing Dirge to immediately back away and sprinted out of the bridge as fast as he could.
'Feh should a seen that coming' said Fireshot, the smaller jet turned to Needlenose 'Wanna get back to Pwning noobs in Fires of Deception: Novacon warfare 3?' he asked Needlenose.
'Hell yeah' Needlenose raised his fist in the air 'let's head back to my quarters before Spinister unplugs it again. He keeps saying it's wastes energy, heh idiot.'
Slipstream lent out her hand and helped Thundercracker up. He held his face where Dirge had hit him and groaned.
'I think you scared him off'
Slipstream let out another laugh 'He’ll probably get over it soon enough.'
Thundercracker stared at her 'You can't actually devour other Cybertronians sparks by mental command can you?'
Slipstream winked at him 'I'm not telling, that is for you to figure out for
Thundercracker chuckled to himself lightly 'Great'
He began to limp to the medbay.
‘Yo Thundercracker?’ Slipstream called ‘Why are you limping, you were hit in the face!’
‘I don’t know!’
Jetfire's team location, nearby the planets civilization.
The sky had turned dark, it had become nightfall during the Autobots trek through the jungle. Jazz, Cliffjumper and Wheeljack had to resort to walking on foot due to the thickness of the trees while Jetfire, Silverbolt and Grotusque flew above them.
'Just a few more minutes till we're there guys' said Grotusque as he flew in his bat dragon mode.
'Excellent' exclaimed Jetfire 'but what do we do about shelter? Is there somewhere we can rest in this village or will we be stuck powering down outside?'
Before Grotusque could answer it began to rain.
'Damn, everyone stop what you are doing, we should find some shelter before we end up rusting'
The Autobots complied and Silverbolt and Jetfire flew down with Grotusque to the other Autobots.
'There' said Grotusque pointing at a large tree with wide leave
'A tree' stated Cliffjumper
'What about it?'
'That is where we will be staying the night'
'You are kidding right?' said Wheeljack 'You expect us to power down in dirt and mud and… dirt?'
Grotusque smirked 'Aww I'm sorry, does the little Autobot need a blanket to go with that free shelter?'
Wheeljack growled at him, he realized it sounded a lot more stupid than it should have sounded threatening.
'Both of you can it' said Jetfire 'Grotusque is right, we need somewhere to rest and I don't want to rust out here in the rain'
Cliffjumper shook, Rust? Oh Primus. He was still haunted by his incident earlier that day.
'Yeah let's just get under the tree shall we?' he said nervously
The group huddled under the large tree and Grotusque transformed to robot mode.
'I will take the first watch, get a good rest, you will need it.'
'Uh thanks' replied Jetfire.
An hour later, Jazz and Cliffjumper had powered down, Jazz sat leaning his back on the tree as he slept, his partner Cliffjumper leaned beside him, resting his head on Jazz's shoulder as he snored with his mouth wide open. Wheeljack kept getting up and moving to a different spot under the tree, he just couldn't find a comfortable position to power down. Jetfire couldn't sleep either; He leaned on the other side of the tree, arms behind his head. He watched Silverbolt who stood at the edge of the trees sheltering leaves. Jetfire figured now would be the best time to ask; he got on his feet and walked over to Silverbolt.
'Hey Bolt, are you okay?'
The Aerialbot stared at the rain; the sound of the drops vibrated against the ground and dripped down in streams from each leaf. Silverbolt appeared mesmerized by it, Jetfire wasn't surprised, such a huge change from Cybertron, compared to black oil and orange rust, the green and brown of the trees and the soothing sound of the jungle was truly a more peaceful world. Silverbolt turned to his flying companion.
'I'm fine Jetfire.’
'You don't seem fine.'
'Why do you say that?'
'You have been quiet lately; most Autobots on board have seen you moping around in the halls sometimes and the daydreaming…' Jetfire shook his head.
'There is nothing wrong with daydreaming but it is just so unlike you. What is with you Silverbolt?
Silverbolt looked back Jetfire, his optics filled with sadness.
'What is with me?'
Jetfire nodded 'Yes, why are you acting this way?'
'I guess that's because…' he paused
'Because I am still living, Jetfire'
Ark Medbay: 2:30 am
Ratchet knew Sideswipe's assassin would return, it was only a matter of time. He was hidden, hidden somewhere they would least suspect in the ER.
Perceptor had recommended having Pointblank or Sureshot do the deed but Ratchet insisted, he wanted to see the assasin for himself. He had waited for hours, he knew that the shadowy figure would return to finish the job, And surely enough, it did, the figure was hard to see from Ratchet’s position while the lights were off, but there was no mistake, that was the same shadow that tried to break the glass of Sideswipes stasis pod. The figure tried hacking away at the glass with a club. Ratchet watched silently as the figure shattered the glass, turning off all life support in the machine.
Just as planned, Ratchet burst from the stasis pod and strangled the shadowy figure’s slender neck. Earlier he had Fixit move Sideswipes body to another stasis pod in the ward and covered it with spare parts, Ratchet had been hidden inside Sideswipes original stasis pod for ours waiting for the right moment, and that moment was now.
'Fixit, the lights NOW!'
Fixit heard the signal and turned on all power in the med bay. The bright burst of light revealed who the assassin was.
Ratchet fell back in shock.
'What? No you… Why would you do this? But I thought… WHY?'
|03-17-2013, 02:29 AM||#8|
Join Date: Feb 2011
Location: Toronto, Canada
Ten bucks that the assassin is First Aid ! : )
|03-17-2013, 03:08 PM||#9|
The dun has been foubled!
Join Date: Sep 2012
Location: Making erasers, because many things need to be erased.
Collection Count: 2. Lol
I'm with ARC, I'm betting it's First Aid.
|03-17-2013, 05:09 PM||#10|
Join Date: Mar 2013
Location: Mississauga Ontario
News Credits: 3
Chapter 7: Trying to Kill them
Cybertron: Shockwave's hidden laboratory…
Hardshell was unsure of Shockwaves decision, then again as long as he wasn't slagged in the process it didn't concern him. What bothered him however was that these test subjects still hadn't seen the light of day. Kickback looked rather excited, it appeared that to him releasing these experiments would be interesting. For Hardshell however, releasing these experiments would be suicide. The two Insecticons stood at either side of two large tanks,
Shockwave had told them that the only way to open both tanks would be to pull a lever simultaneously; Shockwave always loved the whole simultaneous lever pull, thought Hardshell.
'Are you ready Kickback?' he asked
'Why of course!' he said with a grin
The two pulled the levers, at first nothing happened. Then after a few seconds, steam began to poor out of the tanks. As if the dead were walking through a graveyard, two large Insecticons had stepped out of the tanks and into the steamy room, both were about Megatron's height one was brown and red with a bulky body and pincers sticking out of his back, the other was thinner, with a green body and a large orange head, wings sprouted from his back.
Hardshell whistled as he stared at his larger Insecticon compatriots. He turned on his communicator and radioed Shockwave.
'Not bad boss, not bad at all'
'We have no time for admiration Hardshell 'radioed an impatient Shockwave'I need you to escort them to my position and help us out of this rubble'
'Will do' He turned to the two test subjects and wringed his hands, their gazes were emotionless. Their personalities had probably not set in thought Hardshell.
These Insecticons weren't the same as he or Kickback, and they were far more different from the lesser Insecticons. After the apparent success from Shockwaves self-test to fuse insecticon with Cybertronian, He had begun to create his own Insecticons the same way as he had done to Grimlock and the Dinobots. Hardshell naturally felt uneasy, seeing what Shockwave had done to his race, of course his inner scientist felt a wave of pleasure whenever he were to exercise a test.
'Chop Shop, Venom.' He said addressing the brown and green Insecticons respectively.
'Let us go serve your creator, and show the remaining Autobots of this planet, what it means to fight against the Insecticon hive!'
Expecting a cheer, Hardshell felt embarrassed when all the Insecticons responded with were nods. He shrugged and transformed to his armoured beetle mode. The Deluxe Insecticons did the same, Chop Shop turning into a stag beetle himself, while Venom transformed into a cicada like creature.
'Hardshell' contacted Shockwave 'before you go, I need you to wait for Kickback; he needs to pick something up for me'
'And what might that be my lord?'
Before he got a response, Shockwave had already contacted Kickback
'I need you to pick up some energon and my blast cannon, or the Sling Shock as Sharpshot used to call it'
Back underneath the crater created by Bruticus, Shockwave's index finger rubbed the side of her antenna; He looked over at Starscream who was poking at Bruticus' eye socket and lowered his voice.
'I need it, as there is an armed nuisance here that must be terminated.'
'I gotcha Shockwave, will do 'Kickback closed the connection.
Starscream wandered over to Shockwave.
'What were you just saying to those buffoons?'
'Just to give us some extra armaments for our assault on the Dinobots'
Starscream grinned 'Excellent Shockwave, those savages won't know what hit them'
The Seeker walked back towards Bruticus' body, unknown to the fact that Shockwave was planning to terminate him, and that by the time the Insecticons arrive, he would have every means of doing so.
The Ark's prison block
Powerglide waved back at Scattershot and Streetwise as he and Beachcomber went up the lift.
'Don't let them give you any trouble boys!'
'Don't worry' assured Scattershot 'They'll behave themselves'
He looked over at Barricades cell
'Blow it out of your exhaust port' replied the small black robot
Scattershot ignored him and turned to Streetwise.
'Hey kid, I thought it was Afterburners shift'
The red and white scout stood with his arms crossed and wore an annoyed expression
'Hotspot pulled some strings with Perceptor; put me on guard duty as some kind of punishment for talking down one of the Astros'
He crossed his arms and stared at one of the cells.
'If you tell me, I am sick of all these smaller groups and teams, the Aerialbots, Protectobots, Astro squad, Rescue Patrol, It is no different from the caste system we had before the war'
Streetwise kicked Ramjets cell.
'Hey watch it Autobrain!'
He ignored the Seeker and continued
'I hate how Hotspot keeps treating me like some kid, I might as well leave the Protectobots y'know? First Aid is probably thinking that leaving the group was the best thing that ever happened to him, being Ratchet’s right hand medic and all. '
Scattershot shrugged and stared at the young Protectobot.
Streetwise glared at him
'Er I mean Streetwise, if you want to leave the group, just ask your boss, Hotspot is the understandin’ type after all. But even then, do you have any idea what leaving the group would accomplish? Being a part of a group only gives you opportunities to work together with your partners, there is a chance ya may just get yerself killed if you end up going solo'
Scattershot chuckled 'You wouldn't believe how many times my Technobots had to haul me outta trouble.'
Streetwise shrugged, just as he opened his mouth he heard a faint screeching sound, similar to the screeching of metal on metal in the ducts, however this sounded more synthesized.
Scattershot heard it too, his head darting to the source of the screeching which came from the hole in the side of the ship that was blown open by Air Raids missiles, it was still barely blocked off, Huffer had been working on constructing a cover for the hole made of steel planks and was now covering his audio receptors to block out the sound of the screeching. As the two bots raised their weapons, the screeching grew louder. Decepticons trying to catch a stasis nap covered their audio receptors in pain while Scattershot walked over to the hole and peered through. Suddenly several large bats flew through the hole, Scattershot fell on his back in shock, almost landing on Huffer in the process, as Streetwise started blasting the bats. Most of his shots had missed as the majority of the bats either flew out of the Ark or had stuck themselves to the ceiling.
Streetwise jogged over to Scattershot
'You okay man?' he said helping him up
'Yeah I'm a'right'
'Gee I'm fine too thanks for asking' said Huffer bitterly as he brushed himself off.
'Shut up Huffer' replied Streetwise.
Scattershot looked over at one of the cells, it was empty.
'What in tarnation?'
'Huffer, tell me there wasn't anyone in that cell before the bats came in'
Huffer looked over at the cell in question
'Wasn't that one of the Casseticon's cells? I thought Soundwave took all his tapes.'
Scattershot shook his head 'Naw he left one behind.'
Streetwise shot him a confused glance 'Well a tape can't just sprout legs and be off can it?'
The Technobot sighed 'Ah I'm probably just a little jumpy from the bats, reckon I'm just imagining things.'
Outside the Ark, Ratbat was free, he flew through the night with glee, Finally after all these years of being trapped within that boars chest, he finally had a real body, a mangy one he admitted, but it still had flight. He was able to escape the Ark as the bats flew in, scanning one from his cassette mode was an easy process, thankfully he retained his small size allowing him to squeeze through the bars with ease and join the flock of bats. Now he just needed to figure out what to do next, rejoin the Decepticons perhaps, or maybe the Autobots would let him stay. He decided not to think about it, for now he would embrace his freedom.
Up in the Arks medbay…
'Why are you doing this? You told me to save him… I…I don't understand'
'I told you to do your best to save him, not to leave him like this!'
Ratchet couldn't wrap his mind around it, Arcee loved her fellow Autobots, she was the last Autobot Ratchet would ever expect to hurt one of her own.
'I did try my best to save him, I just couldn't manage to do it, believe me Arcee if there was anything else I could do to save him I swear, I would do it, but the way he is now-'
Arcee cocked her gun at him with a cold expression on her face.
'Enough Ratchet, you left Sideswipe alive, you told me that anything you tried could have killed him, so why isn't he already dead, why not just put him out of his misery while he is left like this?'
Fixit had radioed Ratchet from outside the ER
'Ratchet, we have a problem out here, can you-'
Ratchet ignored him and turned off his communicator
'Damn it Arcee what do you expect me to do, splatter his brain module with a hammer? You can tell me to do my best to save him, to take all risks to save his life, but if you tell me to kill him in cold blood, then by Primus, I will not stand for it!'
Arcee’s hand trembled on the trigger, she looked as if she were going to cry
'Please Ratchet, why leave him in this state, why won't you let him join the Allspark with the rest of the Autobots that have died in the war?'
First Aid had entered the room and pointed an assault rifle at Arcee.
'That's because he doesn't believe in the Allspark' he looked over at Ratchet 'isn't that true Ratchet?'
Ratchet nodded his head. Arcee turned from Ratchet, to First Aid and back again, her lower lip trembling
'How can you even think that Ratchet, everyone who had died in this war, Zeta Prime, Sunstreaker, even Bumblebee, what do you expect happened to them all after they died?'
For a split second, Ratchet could have sworn he had heard the sound of a gunshot.
'When you die, you die…' Ratchets voice sounded grim 'there is nothing more to it'
Arcee shook her head,
'Enough, Ratchet, if death is what you say it is, then what difference would it make if you were to end his life now?'
Ratchet brought his hand up to his face and thought to himself, Is Arcee right? Sideswipe was barely alive as he already was; would pulling the plug be the right thing to do? It would save Energon to turn off the life support, and it wouldn't make a difference for Sideswipe considering the condition he is in now.
'Don't listen to her Ratchet' snapped First Aid 'If you kill him now, how would you be able to live with yourself knowing that you were the one that ended Sideswipes life? What would Bumblebee want?' He shook his head 'No, what would Optimus want?'
Ratchet was left at a crossroad, was Sideswipes life worth it? Could it be that considering the state he was in already, Sideswipe might as well have been already dead? True to what First Aid said, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself, and if Optimus was here, he would never forgive Ratchet for forcing Sideswipe to fall into deaths cold embrace. But what was death? Ratchet had admitted to being an Atheist, something Optimus would always argue with him about. He didn't believe in Primus, or the thirteen, or even the Allspark, the only thing that left that small belief, that small part of his conscious that said "what if" - was the Matrix of Leadership. He remembered when Optimus returned to the surface. Ratchet had returned to base after Omega had shut down his systems, When Optimus had returned from the core of Cybertron and told the story of how the core "spoke" to him, Ratchet had thought it to be a joke. That was, until Optimus had shown him the Matrix. He, Perceptor, and even Jetfire had inspected the darned thing dozens of times yet they couldn't figure out what material it was, not a single element matched. That was one mystery; the other was what the Matrix did to Primes body.
The months that followed the Autobot leader’s return from the core, Optimus would spend nights screaming in pain. Each morning, his body would look somewhat different. The Large wheels he held on his shoulders had seemingly shrunk and tucked themselves into his lower back; his smooth and streamlined truck mode had morphed into a bigger and bulkier fist of an alt mode. What was also strange was the fact that Optimus would never notice the changes to his body, Ratchet would ask about his wider head whereas Prime would respond with, "It wasn't always like that?" But what may have been the strangest detail about what the matrix did to Prime's body that was apparent to any Cybertronian was that Prime’s body matched the description of their god Primus right down to the last detail.
The fact had baffled scientific minds for the past few years Optimus had been in possession of the relic, for Ratchet at least it would still take a lot more to make him believe in Primus.
Despite all this, he felt like Arcee was right, and he knew why.
'Arcee, you are using Sparkmeal Psychology on me'
First-Aid looked at Ratchet with a confused glance
'The Primal instinct most male Cybertronians have towards females that causes them to do whatever the female wishes'
Arcee Frowned. 'Ratchet, that is sick. Why would I give you the urge to… to give me your spark'
First aid tilted his head 'Wait what?'
'I will tell you later First Aid' Ratchet assured
Arcee’s terrified look had changed to a stern frown. 'I am not using Sparkmeal Psychology Ratchet. I am telling you what the right thing is. You can do the right thing Ratchet, just let him go.'
He looked at his options for one last time, would ending Sideswipe’s life really allow him to join with the Allspark? He couldn't decide he needed a third opinion. He raised his hand to his head.
'Fixit, I need you to come in here.'
He waited. No answer
He raised his hands above his head in surrender and slowly walked past Arcee and First Aid, Arcee kept her weapon raised at him just as First Aid pointed his weapon at her. He opened the entrance to the ER and turned his head from one side of the med bay to the other; Fixit was nowhere to be seen. He felt a cold hand wrap around his ankle and looked down.
To his shock, Fixit was lying face down on the ground as smoke breathed out of a large hole in his back.
Fixit's attacker stepped into Ratchets view.
Air Raid pointed a Riot cannon at Ratchet.
'Which one tried to kill Sideswipe' he said motioning to Arcee and First Aid
Air Raid pistol whipped Ratchet, knocking him aside and walked into the ER.
The two Autobots stared at him with confusion.
'Air Raid?' Arcee asked in confusion 'What are you-'
Air Raid aimed the Riot Cannon at Arcee and opened fire; each blast took off chunks of her armor causing sparks and energon to fly from her wounds. Her eyes flickered before dimming as she fell to the energon stained floor with a clang, her shocked expression had remained on her face as she fell into stasis lock.
Air Raid Stop!' First Aid screamed as he leapt onto the Aerialbot's back.
The larger Aerialbot warrior threw the medic against the wall and aimed his riot cannon at the motionless Arcee's head.
'This is what you deserve for trying to kill my friend, traitor'
Just as he readied his cannon and prepared to fire, the whole Ark began to shake, tossing the Autobots across the room.
'What the hell's…'
Air raid looked down and realized that he was standing on the ceiling; the Ark had somehow been turned upside down.
Jetfires team: Now
Grotusque had told Jetfire to let him settle things; they had reached the fence that surrounded the village. It was large, made up of massive wooden spikes that made it impossible to look into the civilization it hid. The entrance to the village was guarded by two robots; one was mainly yellow with purple legs and a purple backpack. The other was bulkier with a purple body, yellow legs, a yellow jaw shaped chest plate as well as a long purple backpack that rose over his head. Grotusque appeared to be arguing with the two, Jetfire wasn't certain if this was a bad thing, or if arguments were just a part of this planets culture, most likely a bad thing. This was the last thing on Jetfires mind however as the conversation he had with Silverbolt last night had kept him thinking.
Jetfire stared at him; he found it harder to read Silverbolt than back during their flight training days. Back then Silverbolt was a coward, someone who was afraid of doing something that was the equivalent to walking for them. But now Silverbolt was different, far different.
'What did you say?' asked Jetfire
'I said that it's because I am still living'
Jetfire lifted his hand to his head; he blinked as he tried to comprehend what his friend was talking about.
'You… want to die?'
Silverbolt looked back at the rain drops
'See the way you say it, it's as if I am crazy, or some sort of Emotional wreck'
'But I'm not, and I don’t want to die'
Silverbolt craned his head back to Jetfire
'Because we ran away Jetfire, We ran away and left everything behind us!'
'Jetfire!' shouted Grotusque
He waved him over impatiently. Jetfire noticed and sprinted over to the Monsterbot, The two guards were bigger up close. The purple one had an incredibly large and an incredibly disturbing smile while the other looked uninterested by Jetfire.
'Is anything wrong?' he asked
Grotusque looked at him faking a smile in the process
'Oh no nothing, these guys just wanted to confirm that you weren't a part of a faction of any kind, correct?'
Grotusque was nodding at him frantically. Jetfire understood and nodded back.
'Correct, me and my friend's here…' He said pointing at the others from afar
'...crash landed here and uh, are looking to tour the village'
The yellow one squinted at them; his red optics ran across the Autobots and spotted their symbols.
'What are those?' he asked skeptically
Jetfire was about to answer before Grotusque interrupted him.
'They are… ex-Autobots; they haven't bothered to remove their symbols because they er lack the necessary equipment to do so'
The yellow bot shrugged
'Good enough for me'
He nodded at the other guard; the guard nodded back and pulled a nearby lever. The large wooden door that made up the entrance began to separate revealing the village inside. It was much smaller than Jetfire would have expected, the village was really more of an RV lot for crashed ships, better than making a house out of wood Jetfire mused. There were several robots and animals walking about the village, he figured the creatures were Cybertronian as well but he wasn't ready to speak to one in beast mode quite yet, just in case they turned out to be a pet. The other four Autobots rushed up to see for themselves.
'Amazing' exclaimed Wheeljack 'A whole civilization of Cybertronians with these beast modes.'
Cliffjumper whispered to Wheeljack 'Yeah? Not much more than a shanty town made out of vegetables if you asked me'
Grotusque raised his arms into the air,
'Yes! See I told you guys I could get you in, now then—'
He paused for a moment and raised his index finger to the side of his head.
'Yeah what do you want Repugnus?'
He held out a finger to tell the Autobots to wait.
'Alright, yeah I- got it'
Grotusque transformed to dragon-bat mode and flew above them
'Sorry guys, Repugnus wants me back, we're leaving for another area soon.'
Jazz cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted up at the flying Monsterbot
'Hey now, you don't have to go and leave us all on our own'
'We didn't have to leave Cybertron on its own Jetfire, if Optimus hadn't rid the core with Dark energon, then we wouldn't be out here on this stupid planet'
'What? You wanted Cybertron to be corrupted with Dark energon? Are you out of out of your mind? If the Decepticons still had control of the planets core, then we would all be scrap by now'
'That isn't the point Jetfire, Optimus had us run away from everything we strived to protect, I… We aren't supposed to be here, we should be fighting to our last breath back on Cybertron, not scurrying around on this dirty planet!'
'Silverbolt, I know you are upset but what Optimus did was necessary, Cybertron won't be left like that forever, and what's the point of dying if it accomplishes nothing?'
'Jetfire haven't you ever heard the phrase… 'Better to fight and die than live with the knowledge that you ran?'
Jetfire was about to speak but stopped himself upon realizing what Silverbolt said
'… you quoted that from Fisitron'
'Yeah, so what?'
'You do know that Fisitron left Cybertron a long time ago, that quote is also one of his Fisitronisms so it should be taken with a grain of salt. Even he knew that it would be wisest to leave the planet, that's because it was necessary; you have no reason to say it wasn't.'
Jetfire paused and turned around; Jazz and Cliffjumper were still in stasis naps. Wheeljack appeared to be too, however Jetfire couldn't shake the feeling he was only pretending.
'That reminds me, why didn't you just stay behind yourself Silverbolt?'
Wheeljack spoke to the guard
'Eh look mister…'
Wheeljack chuckled to himself 'Okay mister Snarler, our guide has just run off so would either of you care to help us get around here?'
Jazz looked over at the smiling purple one
'Yeah and particularly not smiles over here', he said thumbing towards the silent bot.
'His name is Carnivac, and yeah, I know someone who can help you guys'
Snarler smiled upon realizing who would be perfect to guide them.
Within the village
Two 'bots were in an argument, one was mainly grey with a yellow chest and a red face, the other looked very similar with yellow in places where the other was grey and vice versa. Unlike the other this one however had a green face rather than red.
'Look Chainclaw, I have had it up to here with you' said the red faced one raising his hand 'I am serving under our king whether you like it or not.'
'I am seriously worried about you Catilla, all these "missions" you have been put on, it is starting to freak me out what they are having you do.'
'We both know that you are only worried about yourself, I like my job Chainclaw, and it isn't your business how I go about it.'
'Catilla!' called Snarler
'Ah now it sounds like I have a job to do'
Catilla transformed into a mechanical saber tooth tiger like creature and sprinted off.
Chainclaw thought to himself.
I am just worried that you may come to regret it in the future.
Catilla arrived at the entrance (or exit depending on your matter of perspective) and transformed back to robot mode. The visitor's badges had caught his eye.
'Catilla, I need you to show these guys around the village.'
Catilla looked back at the badges and back to him.
Snarler let out a laugh 'don’t worry, these guys aren't Autobots anymore' he turned to his guests, eh guys?'
'Of course not' responded Jetfire almost immediately.
He glared at the others to play along.
'Er right' said Jazz 'Yeah them Autobots are a nasty group of a— savages'
Snarler turned back to Catilla, 'See? They are permitted to come in'
Catilla crossed his arms
'You do know what the Pred Council is having me do right? Having me guide these.. Oh I see how it is, this is a joke right?'
Snarler smiled, 'Yup, and it's a practical one, so you better get a move on'
Catilla shrugged and waved at the Autobots to follow, he then transformed and began to run into the village.
The Autobots glanced at each other skeptically regarding Catilla's alt mode before transforming and driving alongside the sabre tooth.
Jetfire stared at the ships below him, they were all much smaller than the Ark, yet at the same time they held familiar designs, These ships were those that had left Cybertron during the great Exodus, these were Autobot ships, so why weren't other Autobots allowed to stay?
'Look Jetfire, you never classified yourself as an Aerialbot, but you should at least know that the Aerialbots are close, we had a sense of honor so to speak. At least I thought we did.'
He sat down and leant on the tree, he tried to look up at the stars through the tree branches; however it had been too cloudy that night. Silverbolt continued
'When Optimus announced that we would leave on a mass exodus, I wrote a speech for my troops. As I finished writing it I walked down the hall and heard a few them talking… they said that they were really going to leave Cybertron. The more I overheard, the more my spark sunk. Not a single one of them was willing to stay and fight, It was as if none of them had any reason to stay, as if they had no honor at all'
Jetfire sat down beside Silverbolt, he stared at him intently. To Jetfire; As Silverbolt paused, it was as if the whole universe had stopped talking. Even the raindrops sounded lighter compared to Silverbolt's voice.
'I could hear them all Jetfire, some were already packing their things. It was as if I had lost all hope for my Aerialbots… only one wanted to stay and fight…'
Jetfire knew who it was from the tone of Silverbolts voice.
Silverbolt nodded solemnly 'Yeah, Air Raid was starting a commotion with the others, threatened them with a gun too. I felt proud that at least one of my brothers weren't complete cowards, but that all changed when Optimus came in… the minute I saw his face… I knew Air Raid would change'
'And he did?'
'Of course he did. He was consulted by Optimus Freaking Prime, he can get almost any Autobot to do anything just by talking to him and calling them "Old Friend"'
'So you didn't say anything?'
'How could I? I led an armada Jetfire, and each and every one of them wanted to leave. How do you expect me to talk back to Optimus Prime in front of them? How would they have seen me if I said I wanted to stay?'
He placed his head in his hands.
'It isn't like I can do anything about it now…' I led them all to their deaths…
Jetfire put a hand on his shoulder 'Look mate, they sacrificed themselves to save the Ark along with many of the other Autobots, besides we still have Air Raid as well as—'
Silverbolt slapped Jetfires hand away
'No Jetfire, what I am trying to say is they died following my orders that I was purposely trying to kill them with!'
'And here is our workshop' said Catilla
The place looked primitive to Wheeljack, but a workshop is a workshop he thought.
The room was full of equipment; most of it looked like junk to the average bot. However Wheeljack knew the difference between junk and scientific marvel. Inside the workshop was a lone Bot, He had a grey torso and a blue visor with a grey faceplate and helmet which featured light blue horns sticking out of either side, quite similar to Cliffjumper really. His legs were light blue and he had a red and blue backpack. He was tinkering around on some sort of work station.
'Pincher, why don't you tell these guys what you are working on'
He didn't answer…
The grey bot continued to work without listening.
Catilla turned back to the Autobots
'Yeah this guy is kind of a weirdo, we should probably just move on yeah?'
Wheeljack let out a high pitched scream. The others held their audio receptors and stared at him in shock.
'What?!' screamed Jazz
Wheeljack ignored him and ran over beside Pincher pointing at the bot’s project
'Is that a 20 megavolt stun rifle with inner laser torch compatibility?!' he asked with excitement.
Pincher turned to him, Wheeljack found it difficult to tell if the grey bot was surprised or not because of the faceplate and visor.
Catilla rolled his optics 'Pincher, you know "his majesty" only allows bladed weapons, so throw that thing away with the others and get to work on the stuff we are going to use'
Pincher reached across the table for a pair of katana like blades. They glowed an ominous emerald green as he touched them. Wheeljack grabbed Pinchers wrist 'Ah ignore him and answer the question, is that what I said it was?'
'Yes. it is. I am surprised you recognize it.'
'How can I not recognize it, do you have any idea who I am? I am Wheel- wait for it- JACK, only the top Mechanical Engineer on Cybertron thank you very much.' He said taking a bow.
Pincher tilted his head 'Wheeljack?'
'Yup, one and only'
'Never heard of you'
Wheeljack slammed the work table with the palm of his hand.
'You heard me Wheeljack.'
Wheeljack had finally spoken up after eavesdropping on the conversation, he was a tone of shock and betrayal in his voice.
'You sent your men into battle knowing they would die?!'
'Wheeljack, calm down, let Silverbolt Speak'
'Shut it Jetfire; don't tell me you are on this guy's side' snapped Wheeljack
'Just let him try and explain himself first, then we can judge his actions'
'No' said Silverbolt 'Judge me all you want, I am as disgusted with myself as you are now. During Megatrons attack on the Ark launch, before Metroplex was awakened, I led the Aerialbots out to battle, knowing that they would be escaping on the Ark rather than dying in battle sooner or later. I sent them on full on assaults; they thought they were doing the right thing, in reality they were flying straight to their deaths. It wasn't until I myself was shot down did the slaughter stop.'
He rubbed his forehead
'And then there was the Ark attack, only ten of our fliers are still alive now, only ten!'
Wheeljack shook his head 'You sick piece of slag'
'I— I just wanted them to die honourably, I realized that I was wrong and… I tried to kill myself Wheeljack!, I couldn't take it, I just…'
Wheeljack let out a sigh and lied back down 'Look kid, I didn't hear anything tonight alright? Sending your troops on a full on assault is a crappy strategy given the odds, but it was a strategy, it worked, the Decepticons were repelled.’ He faced the other way ‘I won't tell anyone what you did, and I doubt Jetfire will either, g'night'
Jetfire nodded. 'Your secret is safe Silverbolt'
Silverbolt dug his face into his crossed arms 'It doesn't make me feel any better'
Jetfire put his hand on Silverbolt's shoulder again, this time with a gentler touch.
'Look Silverbolt, things will be made right, you aren't the only one that wanted to die fighting'
Silverbolt stared at him 'Really?'
Jetfire smiled softly 'Of course, two of them are in a stasis nap right over there' he said pointing at Jazz and Cliffjumper.
Silverbolt let out a soft laugh
'You see Silverbolt, everything's fine, we will return to Cybertron one day, and your er.. honour will return.'
Silverbolt stared at the ground; a small grin came over his face.
'Hey Jetfire, thanks for… this. It really means a lot to me y'know? Just letting it all out.'
'It's my pleasure Silverbolt; I am willing to help anytime'
'You know Jetfire? You're an even better smooth talker than Optimus.'
'Heh… but I didn't…'
'In fact, you’ve become a pretty damn good leader for us as of late'
Jetfire cringed, Oh no he thought, not this again, he decided to change the subject.
'Hey did you really say Optimus Freaking Prime earlier?'
'Heh yeah I guess I did'
Jetfire broke into laughter, Silverbolt soon followed. Before they knew it, the rain had stopped and the sun had been rising, their laughter echoed throughout the forest. Jetfire didn't care who could hear them, they both needed this.
The Autobots followed their guide from out of the workshop awkwardly; Catilla was the first to speak.
'You sure your friend will be alright staying back there?' asked Catilla
'Oh yeah' assured Cliffjumper 'It would probably be best to leave Wheeljack and let him rant.'
'Poor guy.' said Jazz 'having to hear Wheeljack rant about, himself. it's bound to be hell.'
'Catilla' said Jetfire 'its Catilla right? Look we really just need meet with whoevers in charge here, so if you could please just-'
Catilla turned around and frowned at him.
'Our king is usually too busy around this time; you will probably have to make an appointment if you want to see them'
King… thought Jazz, what kind of bot called themselves a king
Jazz's trail of thought was broken as a scream came from around the corner of one of the ships.
They raced over to see a trio of larger bots kicking around a scrawny yellow and white robot in the distance. His friends, a stout red and grey elderly looking bot, and a black and gold femme watched in shock.
'Whassamatta Brimstone?' mocked a green and black long shouldered bot with a red Mohawk shaped helmet. "You're a body guard aint ya? Why don't you try guarding your body?' The bot kicked him in the chest another time.
Brimstone attempted to transform as the three bots on top of him began to punch and grab at him. !he blue faced, orange bot with green limbs and an odd mustache shaped panel above his mouth got his hand caught in Brimstone's body as two panels clamped together.
'Little punk; you trying to chop off my fragging hand or something?' The mustachioed bot cursed as he punched the transforming bot in the face just as the head tucked itself in. The bot pulled his other hand out of Brimstones tight paneling and moved each joint seeing if all worked properly.
'Your hand alright Stranglehold?' asked the red Mohawked bot
He rolled his hand into a fist into and grinned, 'Relax I've been through worse, now then…' Stranglehold looked down at the partially transformed robot/pterodactyl and smiled. 'Why don't we do something about all that squirming?'
As he reached down towards the beaten bot, Brimstone's femme friend ran up and began wailing on Stranglehold.
'Air Razor No!' cried the elderly bot
Air Razor ignored him and continued to attack the larger bot. 'You, Leave him alone!' she screamed as she threw another punch.
Stranglehold stared down at her and grabbed her by the waist
'Haha well now that's cute, why don't you ditch this old man and come with us after this is done eh?' He held her closer; Air Razor could feel the bots breath on her neck and pushed him away in disgust.
Brimstone fully in Pterodactyl mode flapped his wings to lift himself off the ground.
'Octopunch.' said the Mohawked bot 'His punishment isn't done yet'
The third of the trio transformed into an orange and red crab mode. A tentacle slithered out of his claw and shot towards Brimstone, catching the pterodactyl and slamming him back into the ground.
'You think you're better than us because you can fly eh? Let's see what happens when we clip those wings o' yours' said the Mohawked bot.
Brimstone shuddered; the village didn't have "replacement wings" or spare parts. Losing his wings would mean the end of his ability to fly, no longer would he be able to fly above the green canopies to escape the harsh reality that was on this planet. What would his friend Air Razor think when he would no longer be able to soar with her? He just couldn't live without it.
The Mohawked bot leaned in and cupped his hand around his ear.
'I'm sorry, what was that?'
'One more time please?'
'I SAID DON'T TAKE THEM, PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY WINGS!' he screamed
'Oh I am sorry, but it really is your fault that it had to come to this.'
'NO, PLEASE I WILL DO ANYTHING!'
'Octopunch lets clip them'
Octopunch wrapped his claws around Brimstone's wings and clamped them down. As metal and tissue squeezed together, a sickening crunch echoed around throughout the area.'
'You hear that?' whispered Stranglehold to Air Razor 'That's the sound of your friends wings snapping off' Air Razor shut her eyes tight, but she could still hear the screams of her partner reverberating through her skull.
The four Autobots and their guide stood and watched. Jetfire turned to Catilla
'We have to do something Catilla; don't you know those Frag Offs?'
Catilla stood motionless. 'This is simply how the laws of this planet work, survival of the fittest, my friends, survival of the fittest'
'I am not going to sit here and watch those Rust Buckets do… that to that bot' he yelled as he sped ahead.
Silverbolt transformed as well
'…pieces of tin'
his thrusters lit up as he thrusted forward beside Cliffjumper
Jetfire panicked 'Silverbolt, Cliffjumper wait!'
Jazz had transformed as well, not in his usual breakdancing style however. He had just transformed rather plainly.
'Please Jazz don't tell me yo-'
However Jazz had already boosted ahead with the others
Catilla turned to Jetfire.
'You have to do something about your men, once word is heard about this interference, their freedom, or more likely their lives, will be lost.'
'What? Is there anything we can do?'
'Well in the end it will all be determined on whether you are found guilty by the king himself.'
'And this king is?'
Catilla paused and squinted at Jazz, Cliffjumper and Silverbolt. They were nearing Brimstone and the trio when he noticed the crowd begin to spread. A tall figure stepped towards the scene; Octopunch had transformed and backed off. Stranglehold disappeared into the crowd leaving Air Razor behind.
'Where are you two going?!' screamed the Mohawk bot.
'Fine I'll do it myself' the bot transformed into an orange and green lizard and began biting down on Brimstones wing, it was far more effective than Octopunch's claws, however to Brimstone, it didn't make a difference. He could no longer feel his wing after it had snapped off. An oily tear ran down the side of his beak upon seeing his wing laid out in front of him.
'Now it's time for wing two.' as the lizard said this, a shadow came over him, he looked up in horror to see his king standing before him. Frozen in fear all he could whimper was..
The large golden bot stood majestically. He pointed at the lizard and the Pterodactyl on top of each other and addressed three other bots that had followed him out.
'Cindersaur, Flamefeather, Sparkstalker. Obliterate'
The three bots transformed into a red reptilian looking monster, a Bipedal Bird looking creature and a red Bipedal insectoid creature. The three opened their mouths and shot a flurry of Pink and black flames. The flames engulfed the one winged Brimstone and the Lizard entirely; their screams were heard throughout the small village as civilian's covered their eyes in disgust. Jazz and Cliffjumper swerved to a halt as Silverbolt transformed to robot mode, sliding on the ground as he landed on his feet. All three terrified from what they witnessed.
Air Razor covered her mouth to hold in a scream. Brimstone’s body was a mere pile of ash, nothing remained of the Pterodactyl. The Lizard's corpse was smouldering black, his head had broken off from the singed body and laid on the dirt floor, the Lizards mouth was wide open, as if still in mid scream.
Jetfire wondered to himself; was the rest of the universe really as dirty as Cybertron was? Was there no other planet that has a golden age, where a civilization could live in harmony? His question was apparently answered this day when a bot was incinerated. This world is not where they need to be, this is not the place Optimus Prime had envisioned them to be. There was no freedom here, only a rule, one simple and tyrannical rule. Survival of the fittest.
'...you idiot, you've killed us all!