Hey, The Mazerunner here. ok i was thinking of a story, something new in transformers something hadn't quite been adress officially and discussed here frequently; who would succeed Rodimus Prime as Leader of the Autobot. so i com up with this. Enjoy!


Iaconian Daily Report
“In a sweeping vote, Autotrooper Commander Override has been voted by the people of the Autobot Commonwealth... to succeed Rodimus Prime as the Prime of the Autobots… Her challenger, Star Saber, said he ‘would like to simply serve under his new prime, no against’…The High Council has set 36th of the month Oktotron has the date for Override’s Ascension … there are already critics out there stating that ‘a rebel wouldn’t fit the title of prime all too well’…

Override was nervous, to say the least. No, in fact that was more of an understatement. Override was worried. Prime! She, in Cybertron’s usual manner of rushing in a new Prime in under a month, had been chosen to be Prime. And to succeed Rodimus Prime, of all bots! The hero of the Earth Wars, the bot who personally knocked the doors of New Darkmount and vanquished Lord Galvatron. Yes, that had been Fifty Vorns ago, but still the legend still hung around her. Bots across the commonwealth would be judging her based on Rodimus Prime’s reign. It didn’t help that HIS predecessor were Magnus Prime, and before that OPTIMUS FRAGGING PRIME! She just practically succeeded the three greatest primes in history, not an easy feat to be sure. This was just great. Yes, Override was worried.

Override paced up and down the metroplex that had been set up for her by the High Council. Head Councilor Springer sure knew how to spoil a girl. The Apartment had six rooms, a spacious gathering room, and a well-stocked Kitchen with best Energon dinners and drinks. The Viewscreen had been turned to Around Cybertron with Andromeda and Rook, the number one news program in the Commonwealth. It had been giving full coverage on the election, occasionally flipping to reports with ground journalist Punch who was just outside the metroplex she had been staying in, Maccadaam’s Venture. Since the news broke, Override was completely taken by surprise. She hadn’t expected to win the election.

In fact she thought Star Saber would take the Matrix. After all, he was one of the Seven Heroes of the Earth Wars, known more often for his daring rescue during the Battle of New York City. All she was a Commander in Autotrooper, a former rebel for disobeying orders and not abandoning her home when she was told to. She was no hero.

Just then a knock came from the door. Override stopped pacing and mentally telling herself to be collected, to be calm. Preparing herself, she straightened out. “Come in!” she yelled.

The doors slid open, and her advisor and friend, Hot Shot, entered, a data pad in hand. “Congratulations Override, or should I say Prime! What do you think your new name will be? Overimus Prime?”

Override gave a nervous smile. She had received numerous congrats and well done over the Datanet and on Yatter “Or something like that. You just come from the Citadel?”

Hot Shot nodded. “Yep. High Councilor Springer wants to see you right away.”

Override nodded. Presumably to choose the next High Council. “Then let’s get going.” She said, exiting the apartment and down the lift.

Outside was a madhouse. Hundreds of reporters buzzing around, hoping to catch a statement from the new Prime, only held back by a dozen Elite Guards. The moment Override and Hot Shot stepped out of the metroplex, the scene exploded with activity, Questions bombarding Override like orbital barrage attack. Nowhere to hide from it, nowhere to run. Just had to keep pushing.

“Override! How does it feel to become Prime?!”

“Will you continue Rodimus Prime’s policies?!”

“Have you spoken to Star Saber yet?! Will you two stay rivals?!”

“The Quintenssons have become increasingly aggressive? How do you plan to
deal with them?!”

“What is on your agenda for your Reign?!”

“There have been many questions whether or not you are fit to be Prime!
What do you say?!”

That last question got to her. One thing she did not like was second guessing. From anyone. She believed once you made a decision you should live with it. Everyone hushed to hear her answer. “The Autobots as a species have chosen for me to be Prime. I will do my best to continue statues that started from Optimus Prime during the Great Civil War and my reign will continue into the stars for prosperity and freedom for all.”

After she finished her statement, the reporters exploded again, barraging her with more questions. But Override didn’t have time for them. She simply made her way to the street. The news caravan spelled out onto it, causing traffic to change hold up. Several of the Elite Guards pushed them back onto the plazaway, allowing traffic to flow like a river again.

A large orange and black Elite Guard stepped out into Override’s path. “Da name’s Backfire. Me and my bots are here to escort ya to da Citadel, if ya don’t mind.” the bot saluted, his Animatros accent making Override smirk.
“All right, let’s go.” Override transformed into sleek racing model, Hot Shot into his much broader Street form, and Backfire and his Elite Guard to their heavy defensive modes. Override revved her wheels and screeched onto the street, moving in with the flow of the other bots. The Elite Guard formed a protective perimeter around Override and Hot Shot.

“Guess you are going to get use all this security. You don’t want to wind up like Magnus Prime.” Hot Shot quipped.
“Yeah.” She replied solemnly, remembering the Prime’s death at the hands of Galvatron.

It took forty Breems to drive all the way over to the Citadel, the main political center of the Commonwealth. It was comprised seven magnificent buildings that formed the central of the Autobots power. Past the security checkpoint, the first thing on her left was the High Council Pavilions, the main seat of power for the High Council. Lucky for her she didn’t have to drive all the way to the opposite side of the Citadel.

Going through security was not a problem, Override being the next prime and all. Over half of the Elite Guards left her and returned to the Decagon on the other side of the street. Backfire and three others stayed with her.

Inside the High Council Pavilions main hallway, busybots rushed to and fro. Each probably doing something important for one of the nine High Councilors. Also groups of tourist and School Protoforms gazed around at Holo-Pictures and memorials, taking shots with their Imagecorders.

On the far end of the hallway, by the doors leading to the High Council Chambers, stood Head High Councilor Springer, talking to High Councilors Arcee and Grimlock. Seeing the three of them, Override quickened her step to greet them.

“Greetings Override. Congratulations for your recent promotion.” The older, by MANY Vorns, green and yellow bot commented. High Councilors Arcee and Grimlock also congratulated her. Override felt a bit in awe. Before her were three HEROES who she often looked up to as a Child. Each fought in the Great Civil War, close advisors to Optimus Prime. Springer, who led the famous Wreckers squadron, securing key positions for the Autobots, Grimlock, Former commander of the Primal Vanguard, the most feared warriors in the universe, and finally Arcee, soldier, role model, and life bond partner to Rodimus Prime, seemed like they had lived through the legends and made it to old age. Each of them shown signs of old age, creaking limbs, glazed optics and loose parts.

“Thank You. All of you.” She replied “and Arcee? I am sorry about Rodimus.’

The old fembot smiled lightly. “it was long and happy union while it lasted.”

Springer motioned to a side entrance “Follow me, Override. We have important matters to discuss.” He held a hand up to Hot Shot “You will have to stay here, sorry. You too Backfire.” The Elite Guard nodded respectfully.

“It’s okay, Mahm, We’ll stay right here.” Backfire added. Hot Shot agreed.

Override followed the three older bots up a lift to a fifth floor conference room. Inside, the rest of the High Councils had gathered, as long as unexpected surprise. Bumblebee had decided to join them. Override had thought the Rodimus’s Sub Commander would just slip into a well-deserved retirement. Guess this day had a few more surprise.

“Thank for joining us, Override" Bumblebee started “I Hope your reign was more peaceful than Rodimus. But you are Tough. Velocitron proved that. And I know you can handle yourself. Time to prove it.” Override felt a bit more nervous than before.

Springer stood up and called the meeting to order. “Now we are here to discuss the Positions of the Next High Council and Sub Commander” and for the next three megacycles, that’s all they discussed. At the end only four choices were definite. Override had selected Brakedown, the current Governor of Velocitron and a close ally, to become the next Head High Councilor. Clocker, another Velocitronian, was selected to replace Firebolt as Councilor of Affairs. Next was Blueshift, to represent the Ministry of Science. As for Sub Commander, Override knew exactly who she wanted. Hot Shot. The blue Bot had grown in his time under the command over Override and now was perfect for the job.

The meeting ended, all the bots too tired to even keep going longer. After a quick dismissal, they all had left their separate ways. Override headed downstairs to find Backfire and the others still waiting for her. Hot Shot, though, had apparently gone home. That seemed like a good idea to. Catch some recharge while she still could.

Backfire agreed. “Alrighty Prahm. We’ll get ya back to da metroplex safely”

It was night time outside. The air was crisp was the cold season moved in. the bright lights of Iacon made it impossible to see the stars. Not like Velocitron. Override used to go to Mount Stargaze as a protoform and stare at the stars all night long. She missed her home.

Override and Elite Guards transformed and hit the road, making good time across the speedway. Barely anyone was out this time of night on a business night.

But strangely enough the Sherma Bridge was quite. That was unusual since the bridge was bypass around Iacon and down to Kolkular and was always crowded. But not tonight. There wasn’t a spark in sight.

Override didn’t think anything of it till the whole bridge rocked mightily. An explosion had ripped through the right half of the bridge, just meters away from Override.

“ROCKET!!” one of the Guards yelled. Sure enough, a pulse rocket screeched its way to them. Backfire transformed and fired valiantly at the rocket, denoting it in midair.

“GO BACK! GO BACK!” Backfire ordered. All bots hit reverse and sped to end of the bridge. But a second rocket cut them off, stranding them in the open.

“Up high!” an Elite Guard, Gaslight, pointed to the origin of the rocket fire coming from platform on a support beam high above them. Then gunfire erupted on the bridge. The Elite Guards transformed and riddled the sky with laser pulse blasts. Their attackers opened fire as well, with similar weapons.

Elite Guardsmen Rocker took a full barrage to the chest, throwing him back over the bridge. Override felt exposed with no gun. She rushed over to Backfire. “Backfire. I need a weapon!” she screamed.

Backfire first thought was tell his new prime to seek cover, but remembered that beside him was Insane Warrior of Velocitron. He reached into a compartment in shoulder and pulled out a backup pistol. “Here” he said focusing back on the platform. Override knelt down and returned fire.

“Gaslight!” Override yelled, squeezing off three shots. “Is backup coming?!”

“I would assume so!” he replied ducking under fire.

Override was worried. “Assume so?!”

“They cut our transmission. Guess someone reported the explosions in.”

Great. Just elected Prime and Override was already under attack. Literally.
The only progress they were making was suppressing fire. The platform had been reformatted to shield them from battle energy fire. “We need a weakness!” Override yelled “We can’t pierce that shield!”

“Wait!” Skrail, the other Elite Guard, replied. “You think that they want expect us to drop missiles from above, do you?”

Backfire grinned. “Elite Guard! Transform and light ‘er up!”

All three remaining bots transformed into the all-terrain quick response battle forms. Override fired more shots off to give them time. When they were done, missiles sprang out of their tops and aimed upward.

“FIRE!” they let all their Class Meta support rockets fly. 24 missiles screeched skyward, shooting past the platform, then straight down. The explosion was intense, not only the platform was vaporized but half the support was gone, various debris raining down. Override stood up in the debris shower and laughed. She felt like she was back at Velocitron, back on the top of Mount Stargaze, back at Speedia, just after a battle, fighting for her life her planet her friends. It was funny that she was elected Prime, and her first day on the job, she came under fire. Override hadn’t even received her title! This would be an interesting reign indeed.

“PRAHM!” Override hadn’t heard the eject blast of the Fire Blast. All she noticed was Backfire putting his body in between her and the blast. Gaslight and Skrail opened fire, instantly making contact with the shooter, killing him. But it was too late.

Backfire took the full weight of the blast to his lower sections. He flew back, knocking into Override. “Backfire!” she yelled. He was still functioning, barely. His optics flickered on and off. Gaslight rushed over and tried to help stabilize Backfire.

Kliks later, Emergency drop ships arrived. They took Backfire away and checked up on Override and last two Elite Guards.

Override was worried. Only two months ago, Rodimus Prime was gunned on the Sherma Bridge. No one was arrested. And whoever they were came back to kill Override.

 

the Next Chapter

Chapter 2: Words and Guns

Two Months ago (Recording)

Rodimus Prime decided it was a good idea to leave his office early. Normally he would just go to his a floor above his office in the Pion Spire, but tonight he had other plans. He and Arcee had other plans as a matter of fact. A nice quiet evening in a fine restaurant sipping some of the best energon Kalis had to offer, with no distractions from political life. They had thought about heading to Maccadaam’s New Oil House, but settled on visiting an old find decided on Swerve’s.

Rodimus called Arcee from the road, telling her he was going to be a bit early. She was delighted but her soft tone didn’t give it away. Rodimus and his two Guards cut across a ghostly Sherma Bridge. One of the Guards had commented on the strange lonely eeriness. Rodimus made an attempted funny remark.

They were halfway across when the only cross traffic they had, a single black and red bot in a sleek triangular three wheeled car mode with a trailer, suddenly transformed in the middle of the road and reached back into his trailer, pulling out a heavy X-24 Scrapmaker.

Sighting the super weapon, both Elite Guards transformed and drew their weapons, but it was not fast enough. The terrorist bot opened fire mowing them down in a matter of kliks. Rodimus had attempted to flee but was caught off. Then the gunbot let loose, Laser bolts searing through Rodimus Prime’s chassis. It all happened in 4 Breems and 56 kliks. So fast, so ruthless, and so vague.

“Turn it off” Override told Lieutenant Chief Investigator Sparkride of Iaconian Police Force She, Sparkride, Chief of Justice Horsepower and Hot Shot were watching the recording of Rodimus Prime’s death inside Investigator Sparkride’s office in the Hall of Justice. It was the first time she had seen it the raw footage.

Since her ordeal on Sherma Bridge two days ago, Override’s security had been tightened. Six Elite Guards accompanied her now, as long as a support squad on standby in case they stopped transmitting. The Media had field day, covering many different angles of the attack. Unfortunately, fear spread across Cybertron like a tidal wave. She heard about riots on Chaar and Mastor. There was civil unrest like an Omega Bomb out there and if she did not address it soon; it will blow up in her face like it did with Zeta Prime.

Horsepower pointed to the Gunbot on the holorecordings. “This bot right here is the same bot we have at autopsy. He has no name, no address, can’t even pin a single place he ever was. Whoever he was, he was a ghost.” Horsepower sighed. The bot remind Override of former Chief of Justice Prowl. They shared the same body format, skinny quad wheeled, judicial alt form, twin wings forming out their back. The only difference was that Prowl was black and white and Horsepower was mainly green.

“Could he be a Decepticon?” she asked the question making feel a bit nervous again. Everybot was probably scared of a third Decepticon uprising.

There had been numerous attempts that Rodimus Prime quickly quelled. The real worry was the fact that there hadn’t been an attempt to retake the Decepticon’s former glory in so long that I t left a question, what if they were just gaining strength?

Horsepower thankfully shook his head, a frown on his face. “Unfortunately no.”

Hot Shot raised and Eye shield. “How is that unfortunate?” but his question went ignored.

Horsepower pulled up pictures of the dead bot along with other case notes on his Viewscreen. “If he was a Decepticon, we would have affiliation, motive, and reason. But no. the only sign of affiliation is this insignia.” He pressed a button on his computer; a strange green insignia filled the viewscreen.

Override thought she was seeing things. The symbol was a cross of both the Autobot and Decpeticon insignias. She had seen many different insignias, but most of them were either a spinoff of an original insignia or an original itself. Very few times had there been crossovers.

The top portion was obviously Autobot based, right down to the mouth. The lower half and head crest had Decepticon influence, two rugged sabers on each side that crossed at the base, giving it a warrior like feel.

Horsepower continued his briefing. “Now, we ran this symbol through every known database and came up with a single hit. This symbol was used by a pirate armada known as the Star Seekers. It is believed inner fighting killed off a lot of them near the end of the Great Civil War. The reminder that survived were arrested by Autobot and Decepticon alike. However the ‘Cons executed their pirates.” Horsepower paused “however we questioned the last remaining Star Seeker in custody. He said that he had no idea that any of the pirates were left after the fighting and arrest.”

“So we are back at square one?” Override asked, a little concerned.

Sparkride shook his head “not entirely. He had a burn comm on him. None of the numbers could be traced but he did receive a call around 7th cycle this morning. We traced to a warehouse in Quadrant Epsilon. We have bots heading over as we speak.” Sparkride stood up and gathered his datapads “we will let you know if there is anything else.”

Override nodded and motioned for her and Hot Shot to leave, followed by eight Elite guards. Outside the Hall of Justice, Override felt a sense of uneasiness, a sense that someone was watching her. But she knew there wasn’t. The Sky Guard drones would have notice someone following her. Just another added security precaution.

Override and her entourage drove straight to the Pion Tower, inside the Citadel. Since the attack, the High Council thought best for her to be in one of the safest place possible. And no place was safer than the Pion Tower. Ok, possibly either Trypticon Prison or the Decagon was safer, but still.

Override’s office and private quarters were on the very top floors. The giant Pion Tower had served as the home of the Primes long even before the Great Civil War. it had no lower floors just a lift shaft that went straight up to the Primal Quarters. At the top, Pion Tower mushroomed out, forming a saucer shape.

On the first top floor, near the lift doors, a small goldish tan transformer named Modeform paced up and down the light gold floors in the lobby, waiting for Override relentlessly. As Relations Advisor to Override, it was his job to make sure she didn’t wait too long to release a statement. If she did, it would make her seem like she was weak, not fit for the title Prime. Modeform knew differently though. Override was just a bit slow when it came to press and the public. He remembered from being her comm officer on Velocitron. Primus! What a Pit of a stint that was.

The long awaited ding of the lift approaching made Modeform jump. Seeing his Prime and Sub Commander walked through, he rushed to greet them.

“Override! I need not to remind you that you do need to issue a statement.” He ejected before anyone could say anything, straight down to business.

“Ok. When?”

Modeform hadn’t expected that answer. He had thirteen and half argument on the tip of his vocorder that died hearing the words. “Umm, how about 16th cycle, two days from now?” he stammered.

Override shrugged. “That sounds fine. I will start preparing a speech.” She said, exiting into her office, leaving her companions stunned.

“Who is she? And what the frag happened to the real Override?” Hot Shot questioned; his face in question glare mode.

“I can still hear you, you know!” Override yelled back, scaring the spark out of the two. Override emerged from her office, a datapad in hand. She propped herself against the door way

“I haven’t changed, but what I saw today, whoever is killed Rodimus Prime, almost killed me, it made me think about how I am portraying this. I have faith in Cybertron and in us as Autobots, but Cybertron needs to have faith in me. I need to show them that I am strong and ready to lead; that I can lead them through this. In a week; I will be renamed as a Prime. They need to see me for the first time as strong.” Override finished, typing a few things down on her data pad.

Modeform grinned, slightly. “Now those were the kind of words that got us through Velocitron. Say things like that; imagine you’re talking to us back at Delta or in the Quandary caves. I guarantee you will say things the right words” he said, starting to become a bit bouncy with energy. He always gets hyped up when he gets excited, even about the small things. “I’m calling Overcast right now. See ya tomorrow!” the smaller bot bounced over to the lift, eagerly messing with his Comm.

Override rolled her optics and retreated back to her office. Hot Shot followed her in. Override took a seat on one of the two coaches facing her desk. The Prime’s Office was a good sized. Not excessively large or too cramped for style. It had three walls, which on tip ended in the door. The opposite side was one single energy barrier paned window. Two shelving cases flanked the black expensive desk in the middle of the room. The shelving cases were filled with datapads and significant objects that Hot Shot couldn’t place.

Hot Shot walked over to the window, gazing out on the vast city below. He could see the Imperial Amphitheatre in the distance, spotlights circling all around it, probably some concert playing. Trion on square was alive with bots running to and from. They reminded Hot Shot of baby Antriods, being so small from his view. In far distance, transports dominated the sky, going to and fro form the Central Spaceport. The Iaconian Aerial Academy, Stellar Galleries, and the Chamber of Ancients reminded Hot Shot of how far they had come.

He turned around, taking a seat on the adjacent coach to Override. After a few kliks, Hot Shot broke the awkward silence between them. “So. You and Modeform served on Velocitron together, huh.”

Override glanced up from her prep and smirked. “Yep he was my comms officer.”

Hot Shot relaxed some. “Explains why you wanted him as Relations Advisor.”

“Is that all Hot Shot?”

Hot Shot glanced around the room, perhaps looking something to talk about. Apparently he found none. “No I think I should get home now.”

After Hot Shot left, Override tried to concentrate on her upcoming speech but memories on how she and Hot Shot first meet Fort Maxus ten Vorns ago. It was recently after her victory on Velocitron. She had almost been reprimanded and kicked out of the Autotroopers for disobeying the evac orders. But instead, she was given the rank of Major and transferred to take command of Fort Maxus on Elba. Hot Shot was still fresh out of Autobot Military Academy and one of her Lieutenants. But he had shown promise; the lower ranked bots liked him more than other officers. When the spot of captain and second in command was available, Override gave it to him, knowing he could some good. Together, they had done a lot of great things and stayed together ever since. It seemed like an obvious choice for him to be her Sub Commander.

Over the Vorns, she had questioned whether if they would take it to the next step, become life bond partners. For some reason she hadn’t found one yet. Probably due to her busy schedule. Or maybe she was waiting for something, like Hot Shot.

After a few thoughts of the future, Override shrugged it off. It was late at night. Time to stop writing and get some recharge.

Putting away her datapad, Override had one last thought of what the future might hold and powered down for the night.


Two Days passed without incident. And unfortunately no new news from Horsepower or Sparkride either. There was still no lead on whoever attacked her or killed Rodimus. No group had stepped out of the shadows to take responsibility or make demands. All they had was… nothing.

Trion Square, usually a teeming with bots going form one place to the next, had changed in cycles for Override’s speech. The Square had transformed into a news circus. Reporters from all over Cybertron and other planets had gathered around the podium to hear Override’s thoughts on the issue at hand and what was being done about it.

Outlining the perimeter, Elite Guards and undercover agents watched closely for any signs of danger. Gauntlet, her new chief of security, had obviously left nothing to chance. She hoped.

Override waited inside a hotel lobby the Elite Guards had converted into her setup theatre. The hotel was more than happy to comply, more business for them.

Override was a bit nervous for her first real speech, but not too much cause Modeform was right there to reassure her.

“Now, think that half of those reporters out there are just Gearwar and Halochief and Neoshock or maybe even Batter just needing answers. Address them in the way you addressed us and you will do just fine.” Modeform tried to comfort.

“I think a got this.” Override replied. Just then the bulk orange and black Overcast entered the building halfway, motioning to Override that it was time.

Override suppressed the queasiness in her digestor and headed outside. Hot Shot was near the door and wished her good luck. She was going to need it.

When she stepped into view, the hundreds of reporters quickly positioned themselves for a better angle of the Prime. Override stepped out to the podium as the crowd calmed down for her. Modeform and Overcast were by
her side. She had no idea where Hot Shot was.

Gazing over the crowd full once more, Override started “Fellow Cybertronians, Fellow Autobots, four days ago I was attacked. I don’t by who or why. But I do their only demand was for me to die. Just as the killed Rodimus Prime, they tried to kill me. I was lucky to have survived. Rodimus was not. Although we grieve for him, most ask the question, why. Why kill one of the greatest leaders of Cybertron? Why try to eliminate his successor? Why are you doing this? Why? These questions have yet to be answered, but I believe that we are strong.”

The rifle’s view finder settled on Override. Her spark was in the crosshairs. But not yet till she finished the speech. When they were all riled up. Then do it. Take away their hope in a single blast.

“I believe that we can overcome this, not only as a people but as species and a united faction.
There have been questions of that is this another Decepticon uprising. That the Decepticons have come back. If that is the case, and any Decepticons are out there, if you did this, we will show you the same hospitality that Optimus Prime did. That Magnus Prime did. And finally Rodimus Prime did. You were defeated on here on Cybertron. You were defeated on Earth and you will be defeated again.”

Override half expected cheering but the reporters stayed silent. She guessed that cheering was happening elsewhere.

“And even if the attacks are not under the Decepticon insignia, they will be treated as such. They will be meet with weapons primed and ready. They will be meet with lethal force. We will engage the enemy and we will not fail. And I say this, whoever you are, there is nowhere to hide, there isn’t any world, any barren moon, and no crevice for you to hide. We will find you.”

The Sniper put his crosshairs back on Override. It sounded like her little speech was winding down.

“Fellow Cybertronians, Fellow Autobots, if you doubt me as prime, then you doubt yourself as Autobots. Velocitron taught me a lot of things but one thing it taught me more than most was to never second guess yourself. It only leads to disaster. If you don’t second guess me, I will never second guess you. “

The media exploded, firing a bazillion questions at her short speech, but override was not interested in them.

The sniper grinned and readjusted his shot when he felt the tapping on his shoulder. He turned around to see a bot towering over him. Not a bot he wanted to see. “You” he gasped.

“Yes. Me.”

Override ducked the moment she heard the laser shot whiz by her head and the explosion in the background. Ten Elite Guards jumped on her; shielding her with their bodies. Reporters screamed and scrambled to flee, almost running over each other.

Override thought this couldn’t be happening. She just gave such a motivating speech and then was shot at. A near miss.

Someone really wanted her dead.

 

Wow, this story is awesome! I like the idea of Override being chosen for a Prime, and a political thriller works very well for this kind of story. You've got potential, I'll say that.

 

thanks. i appreciate that.

Chapter 3: Revelation

“Yesterday, the second attempt was made on Override’s life was made. After giving a speech on her first attack, the Prime narrowly missed a sniper attack. The sniper was believed to be positioned in a sectioned off room of the Stellar Galleries overlooking Trion Square when he or she was killed in a random explosion. Police believe that- CLICK!”

Override turned off the viewscreen. She was holed up in her office ever since the attack. It wasn’t her idea. Gauntlet thought it was better for her to stay in Pion Tower. In fact he wanted to stick her in a bunker two hundred meters under Pion Tower. The idea appalled Override. She was an action soldier, not a political softie. She needed to be out, trying to find a wild pony! Who did this, not locked up like a Predacon. She hated being confined. One time, the ‘Cons actually captured her and put her in a tight cage for weeks. Override went NUTS! She banged constantly on the walls, screaming her head off relentlessly. Finely, a con let her out just so she would stop screaming. Override killed him and three others escaping. Which was what she was going to do to Gauntlet if Hot Shot couldn’t convince him to let her out. There was even talk of postponing her renaming.

Elite Guards had put three guards inside her office and living quarters. Metroniod, Powerhouse and Skrail. Metroniod and Powerhouse seemed nice and enough, but were pretty strict about their job like Gauntlet. Gauntlet had to be one of the most boring, monotone bot she had ever met. There was more charm in a maintenance report than him. Fortunately they weren’t quite like him.

Skrail was nice enough to crack a few jokes to keep her from going too crazy. She remembered him from Sherma Bridge. She would rather have Skrail as Security head than Gauntlet.

Override banged her head on her desk lightly. This is what happens when boredom sets in. you start abusing yourself just to stay occupied.

The Alert sound from her computer made her jump with excitement. It was a c-mail from Sparkride. Unfortunately it was short and had nothing Override could put herself into, like a mystery clue or something. All it had said was that they found charred remains of a Nucleon Sniper Rifle, the explosion was caused by unidentifiable pyrotechnics, and they had partial, screwed up footage that they were fixing.

Great. Why do these people never leave a trace?! Couldn’t there be a sign that says ‘bad guys here’? Questions racked Override’s processor for next cycle or two when Skrail came in saying she had a visitor in the lobby.
Override got up and followed the pale green Elite Guard to find Modeform waiting in his usual impatience. “Modeform! Do I have to make another speech?”

Modeform cocked his head “Um no”

Override rolled her optics “scrap!” she motioned for Modeform to follow her into the office.

“Um did you want you?” Modeform asked, taking a sit on one of the couches.
“If it would get me out of this place, yes.” The Prime said from behind the desk.

“Well, your elite guards say no. but you had quite an impact with your first speech.”

Override was surprised. Ok maybe not to surprise since it was the goal of her speech to rally Cybertron. “Really?”

Modeform got up and showed her a clip on his datapad. It looked hundreds of Cybertronians were protesting in front of the Hall of Justice. “Apparently all of Cybertron and her colonies are calling for the heads of your assailants.”

“Really?” Override was completely surprised. She had suspected her criticizers would side with the terrorist. Kind of. Or maybe not.

“Really Chief Justice Horsepower is really feeling the pressure to wrap this one up and let you out of this prison.”

Override smiled, a plan forming in her head. “Speaking of getting out of here…”
Modeform smiled too. “I thought you never ask.”


Elite Guard Backfire was bored. Sitting in a hospital room for the past five days was not his idea of fun. He did want to leave and get back guarding his prime and what not. But repairs were still needed on his back. His alt mode shell was fixable enough but his conversion cog had been hit too. The docs said he would heal and be right back right there but not for another two days. And after that he would have to have four days of therapy before he could be active duty.

So the only thing to do was watch TV. Ratchet Memorial Hospital had 7800 channels and only five of them were interesting. On Animatros, Backfire would just go play outside with his little brother and friends instead of watch TV.

Backfire had chosen to watch a program on the Great Civil War on the Outer Colonies when a new fembot came into his room. The bot was dark white with grey inter matching. A battle grade visor and mask covered her face. Backfire scooted up on his slab, I like manicorns they turn me on so hard fearing the worst, being a still a bit too stiff to fight a bot younger than him.

“Who are ya?’ he asked gruffly, trying to sound more imitating than he actually was. The accent helped a lot. A lot of Animatrons joined the Primal Vanguard, the most feared and brutal military company across the Commonwealth

The fembot just laughed. “It’s okay, it’s me.” The bot reached up and removed her mask.

“Override?” Override laughed harder. Modeform had snuck her a scheme change and a battle mask so she could sneak out of Pion Tower as Modeform’s assistant. The Elite Guards believed she had gone to recharge. It was 25th cycle at night. Most bots would be recharging.

“It good for ya to be visiting me, Prahm.” Backfire relaxed. “I almost not recognized ya in dat disguise and whatnot.”

Override deactivated her Color Changer and took a seat next to her former bodyguard. “Itching’ to get out of this place?”

“Yea, but not so quite with you getting’ shot all the time.”

Override sighed “you’ve been watching the news.”

“Kinda hard notta. Have Horsepowah and dem find anything out yet?”

“No, still nothing. There has been no one taking responsibility for it. These bots don’t even have a name to go bye.”

“Well, that rules out Deceptahcons. Any suspects?”

“Just one guy we have in autopsy.”

“Well that leaves da question of why?”

Override cocked her head slightly to the left, confusion forming in her processor. “Why?”

“Yea. Why. Horsepowah and da bots at Justice find it mush simplah just to go over da how. I find it more effective to look for da why.” Override listened more intently. “Like why eliminate Rodimus Prime, and then eliminate you. What do they get out of it? If you were dead, who would succeed ya?”

Override thought hard for a minute. What was to gain in her and Rodimus Prime’s death? “I don’t know. The High Council would choose to new candidates, I guess. “

Backfire smiled proudly. “Exactly! Dat what I was thinkin’. So stuck here to ah bed all day, I did some diggin’” Backfire reached over to the stand next to him and pulled out a huge stack of files.

“Where did you get all these?” Override asked in amazement. Guess there was a processor behind that slow accent. Backfire just smiled.

“I keep in touch with ah few friends in da Justice Halls. They gave me this.” He took out a file and handed it to Override. It was the top three candidates the High Council would chose form to be represented as prospects for the next Prime. Her name was one it, as along with Star Saber and some bot named Zarak. She heard the latter name before. Apparently he was some big hot shot on Elba and former Decepticon Home worlds for getting the public to see that they weren’t Decepticons no more. “Wait. I don’t understand, what does this has to do with me?”

“If ya did die, not sayin’ ya will, but if ya did, da High Council would choose ya bot Zarak and some other less important bot in da next election.” Backfire pointed out.

“And with half the Commonwealth with him automatically, he would win the coming election. What’s your point?” Override finished for him.

“Well, that’s why I did all this diggin’” Backfire hinted to all the files. “Now Zarak was relatively clean bot but something was off. When I looked into his background, I knew wha. Now, unlike our human allies, we Cybertronians live so long we pay no attention to the father of our fathers. Zarak is the son of Thundertron, some pirate lord…”

“Wait!” Override cut him off. “Pirates?” she asked, a strange feeling of dread worming around in her torso.

“Yeah, da Star Seekers.” Override felt her processor drain as a true sense of dread came over her. “Why?”

“The bot that killed Rodimus Prime, that is in Autopsy of the Halls of Justice, nearly killed me and put you here, was wearing the brand of the Star Seekers.” Override gulped.

Backfire just smiled with amazement and Pride in his optics. “Well you gonna love dis. Thundertron secretly supplied da Decpetahcons during the Earth Was and not only dat, he was da only son of Commander Starscream”
It was not every day that one learned of someone with direct heritage to one the Top Ten Biggest and Baddest Decpeticons. And it was even less thrilling when you learned that they had something to gain in your death.

“I got to take this to Horsepower” Override exclaimed; grabbing the files.
“Well, good luck to ya. See me again sometime, ya hear?” Backfire waved goodbye.


“I can’t believe this.” Horsepower ran over the files again just to make sure he wasn’t missing something. “And Backfire connected these dots?”

Override shrugged “He’s smarter than you would think.”

Horsepower sat back down in his office chair “I remember when Zarak was campaigning for the Decpeticon homeworlds to become accepted in in the optics of autobots again. I just can’t believe this.”

“Now it could all be coincidental. But this is definitely one of the best leads we could ever have.” Sparkride said from the corner of the room. They were all in Horsepower’s office in the Hall of Justice along with Modeform, and Gauntlet.

To say Gauntlet was angry when he found out Override snuck out like a young protoform was a severe understatement. He was about to exploded with rage when she told him but he tried to keep his cool.

“Gauntlet, think you can send some you’re Elite Guards to bring him in?” Horsepower asked.

Gauntlet smiled. “It would be my genuine pleasure. I will go personally right
now.”

After Gauntlet left, Horsepower line comm rang. “Yes?”

“Hey, this is Crankstart from Evidence Forensics; we were able to rework the video footage from the explosion.” A cranky voice crackled in.

“Good send it up” Horsepower replied.

“Already did. Check your C-mail.” Crankstart killed the call as Horsepower pulled up the video on the big screen.

A tall lanky Green and red bot entered a bare room, obvious under construction. Lying down on bare grey floor, the bot’s right arm transformed into a Nucleon Sniper Rifle. He appeared to be alternating from taking aim and looking around the room. Probably the most distracted sniper ever. A few breems later, a second bot walked in.

The newcomer tapped the shoulder of the sniper, making him jump back startled, firing off a wild shot.

The bot rolled over to see who the newcomer was. His optics widened in fear. “You” he said

The second bot smiled “Yes. Me” and then the sudden explosion wiped out everything, seemingly emitting from the second bot.

Override couldn’t believe her optics. This day was full of surprises, heck; this entire week took by surprise but this blow the rest out of the water. The second bot, the one she had trusted for so many vorns, the one who stuck by her side, the one she thought she knew, walked into a room with a sniper, denoted an explosion, and walked away. That bot was…that bot was Hot Shot, her soon to be Sub Commander.

Horsepower immediately got on the comm, “Datamine! I need immediate location on Hot Shot of Tonway from Mastor.” the information had appeared on his viewscreen “Sir, it appears he is heading down the Border Regions.”

“That’s where Zarak is staying for the Primal Rallies!” Horsepower yelled. “Override your coming with me! I need someone who can talk to him reasonably.”

“Reasonably?” Override questioned, slightly confused.

“Your friend just walked over of a grade A type explosion without a scratch. If we do have to engage him, I am not sure we could do anything to him.” It made sense. She had no idea that he could take a full on explosion. In fact was that even physically possible. She saw him yesterday and he seemed same as ever. “Alright” Override agreed.

Speeding down the Iacon Highways backed up by seven copbots, Sparkride, Modeform and Override. While Horsepower desperately tried to reach Gauntlet and his men. “FRAGGIT!”

“What?” Override worried, making a sharp turn as they entered the Border Regions of Iacon.

“Gauntlet is answering!” the chief of Justice answered, increasing speed. The rest followed suite. Other transformed bots on the road, swerved out of way
for the law.

In the near distance, a series of small explosions erupted. “WHAT THE PIT!” Override exclaimed.

“Iacon Command! This is Chief Justice Horsepower! I need you scramble an Autotrooper standby emergency response time NOW!”

As they drew closer, they could hear gunfire. It was extreme at first but slow died the closer they got till there was none at all. “Hope that’s our bots winning.”

When they had reached a block away from the metroplex, all the bots transformed and transreadied their Assault Rifles. Even Modeform and Override had been outfitted with them. Silently, Horsepower motioned for them to split up flanking the north and east sides. Override, Modeform and three copbots took the east flank. Nearing the scene, horror waited for them, civilians fled in the opposite direction.

The chassis parts of Elite Guardsmech lay strewn in the street in front of the hotel. Seven rough looking bots stood in the middle of the carnage, laughing as a large bulky, foul looking darkish green bot had Gauntlet in his clutches.
“Foolish Autobot. You will dieeee here.” He taunted. Gauntlet looked like he had received the worst interrogation beating from Decepticons like Vortex and Beastbox.

“I... d-don’t…know-w... what you areee...” Gauntlet voiced, the fight slowly draining from him. “Bu...t you will fail…..” Gauntlet slumped over, obviously went to meet Primus. The towering bot snarled and throw the Elite Guardsmech like a piece trash across the street. “Idiot” he mused.

Just as they turned to disappear, Horsepower showed himself. “FREEZE!” he yelled his rifle aimed dead on.

Gauntlet’s killer growled “you’re going to need more than that popgun to defeat us.”

The rest of the bots emerged from the shadows on the night. The bot laughed. “Are you really that pathetic?” then he turned his gaze to Override. “Override! I am going to enjoy finishing what Delude and Guttersnipe couldn’t.” he rubbed his hands in maniac glee. “None where could even defeat me, let alone all of us.”

“How ‘bout me, Rot Gut?” Override had forgot about when the explsoions started, but Hot Shot raced in out of nowhere in alt form. He drove straight up to Gauntlet’s killer (Rot Gut?) and transformed right front of him, staring him straight in the face. This Rot Gut stood a head taller. “This will be even funner, Traitor.”

Then Hot Shot did the unimaginable. He suddenly bursted into flames, standing there like living bonfire. Override could scarcely believe that this was Hot Shot.

“Bring It.”

 

sorry this took so long to write. my senior year started monday and we have homework crazy (but cool) teachers.


Chapter 4 Stories to Tell

“Bring It.”

Rot Gut roared, a putrid smell emitting form him. A vile greenish brown liquid started to seep out from random parts of his body. Override realized the liquid was acid when it dripped on the ground and melted what it was on. Rot Gut reared back and hurled a ball of acid straight at Hot Shot. Hot Shot raised his hand, a beam of fire shooting straight out, burning up the acid ball. What sort of modifications did these bots have?

“ARRGGGH! MUTANTS! ATTACK!” then hell broke loose.

A high powered laser beam shoot straight out of the optics of a red medium bot, slicing straight through a copbot and almost gorging Override if she hadn’t have rolled to cover. She crouched down just as a second beam eliminated any cover above her.

The battle exploded in a mass of strange power and weapons. One bot with four hooked tendrils protruding out of his back stabbed a copbot through the spark while another tried to shoot him down. Horsepower and Sparkride were pinned down by a scrawny bot with fire spraying out of his mouth. The ground shook violently as the biggest bot pounded it with his fist.

“COMMAND! WE NEED AOUTTROOPER BACKUP IMMEDIATELY!” Horsepower yelled into his comm, switching off shots with Sparkride. “Back up is on its way, two breems.”

“WE GOT TWO BREEMS TO HOLD THEM OFF!” he yelled to the others.

“WE’LL BE DEAD IN ONE!” Modeform responded, dealing with horrifying abomination with blades from foot to head.

“WELL, TRY!” Override tried to encourage them. Her problems with the laser-optic-bots were not getting better. It’s hard to shoot at a bot that never gave you time to shoot at it.

Hot Shot’s and Rot Gut’s battle was the most violent. Their fight spilled out into a several stores that they burned/melted through. Hot Shot managed to get a good burn up Rot Gut’s shoulder but Rot Gut had put several acid burns on his right leg, slowing his movement.

“You should have never betrayed us.” Rot Gut growled.

Hot Shot shook his head “it was you who betrayed us!” and fired another massive fireball. Rot Gut rolled out the window just as it exploded.

“You are all alone here!” Rot Gut spat another acid ball, missing Hot Shot by an inch.

Hot Shot Grinned “Who said I was alone?” then the dawn of realization shone in Rot Gut‘s optics when the pieces of the dead bots around began to rumble.
Everyone stopped fighting to take notice of what was happening. The dead parts shook more and more till one flew all one its own; to attach it’s itself to another. Then another and another, fusing together, creating something new. Everybot started to back up as the monster became bigger and bigger. “RRRRROOOOAAAARRRR!” The monster yelled.

“Kill it!” Rot Gut ordered, flinging acid into it. The monster charged at Rot Gut but the laser shooter shot a powerful beam, creating a huge hole in its center. The beast fell down, shattering on impact. It wasn’t dead yet. The pieces reformed into the undead versions of the original Elite Guards.

The zombies attacked without delay, rushing at the Mutants. Override and the rest stood back as the two forces fought, Hot Shot and the undead vs. the Mutants. The forces were set on devouring each other.

The battle was quick. The undead didn’t stand a chance against the Mutants. Hot Shot, however, was able to put a hole into a small lanky green bot.

Override didn’t know how to react. She thought she had seen everything. But this. This was something else. She wanted to help Hot Shot but she didn’t know if he was worth helping. He did save her from a sniper and was willing take on these Mutants. But she simply didn’t understand.

Everyone was so focused on the battle that when the bot dropped in from nowhere, it shocked them. The new bot was also bulky and large, like the rest of them. His deathly grey paint scream gave the impression of a bad omen. One optic was covered by visor patch, the other was exposed like a decaying chassis.

“Slayride.” Rot Gut hissed. “I should have known.”

The greyish dead looking bot laughed bruntly “well, Rot Gut, You should have seen this coming.”

a flash of black and red passed right by Rot Gut and the tendril bot, knocking them flat on their back. The flash stopped a few meters away. Of course. A bot that could run at supertransformer speeds. What’s next? The bot was tall and thin, mainly black with red highlights, obvious raceform.

Slayride grinned. “Rot Gut, Meathook, have you meet Highspeed? Or how about Safeguard?” He pointed to high in the sky. Two strange looking jets came screeching in. the blue white jet shot forward, transforming in midair, into… a pair of legs? A giant pair of legs and part of a torso touched down a meter away. It walked forward, all by itself as the second orange jet transformed right above it, combining with the legs to complete the chassis with an upper chest, broad arms and a head. The giant bot stood several heads over the others.

Rot Gut snarled all the same. “They will fall like the rest.”

The giant laughed. “But we are not like the rest.” It sounded like two booming voices sounded in unison.

“No. you are exactly like the rest.” The rest? Were there other strange forming bots as well?

Override tensed as the two groups stared each other down when she heard the sound of two Starhammer class dropships hover above them. The side doors slid open, about a dozen or so bots jumped out. She smiled. Primal Vanguards. That’s what took them so long. Most of the galaxy called the Primal Vanguard the Demons of War. It was true too. The first Vanguard the hit the ground drew his axe and rushed straight into melee combat with a battle cry.

The Mutants backed up, afraid. Sure they were powerful, but Primal Vanguards were ruthless and seemed to never die. Rot Gut hit the wall behind him. “Warpfield! Get us out of here!” a regular looking bot with a pulse balster in hand stepped up. He dropped his gun and spread his arms, head lifted to meet the sky. Then they were all gone. It was like they were never in there. Override thought she had seen them after they vanished but her optics her lying to her.

“What was that?” Horsepower asked after the initial awkward awe wore off, pointing his rifle straight at Hot Shot. Everybot but Override and Modeform did the same. The Vanguards tensed, eager for a fight. The one called Slayride stepped up. “THAT was Rot Gut and his crew.”

“and You” Horsepower voice dripped with venom.

Hot Shot answered this time. “we are Mutants.”



There was so much Override thought she knew. As Prime, she thought she was let in on every trade secret with that came with the office. She was wrong. So was every else. The Mutants shattered everything.

Hot Shot, Slayride, Highspeed and the monstrous Safeguard were taken into custody. Override Gazed over Hot Shot as he, Horsepower and Sparkride sat in INTERROGATION DELTA. Three Wrecker teams, the closest thing the Autotroopers had to match the Primal Vanguard, covered the entrances.
Override listened well when Hot Shot started his story.

“My father was a Star Seeker named Cannonball. I was born shortly before the Decepticons arrested him and others. The other Mutant’s parents I mean. When I look at it were all the sons of Star Seekers. In Fact we all grew up in same orphan house.”

“Every Mutant?”

“Yep. Every single Mutant came out the Orphan house Commander Ironhide sent us to when he and his company rescued from a Decepticon Prison on Omnitron. I remember our caretaker telling us when Ironhide and Kup brought us to her; she thought she wouldn’t be able to take care of us, that we would be too much of a hassle. She was kind of right.’

“why is that?”

“because we are mutants”

“mutants? Then?”

“Ever since I was young, you see you were probably already told that the tech heads didn’t find any mods. And they were right. Being able to create fire or raise the dead isn’t a modification, it’s a Spark deep gift. I was able to do this when since I was a protoform. “

“I don’t understand.”

“Of Course not. You are not one of us. Why would you understand? You see when I first caught my hand on fire, I panicked. I thought I was on fire. But then Ark, our care taker, calmed me down and told me the truth. In fact she told all of us the truth.”

“The truth?”

“The truth was the fact we were not normal. We were... different. After a few vorns Ironhide dropped us off, we were slow. Slow to age that is. In fact we took twice as long to age. Then, we started doing weird things.”

“Like catch your own self on fire.”

“Yeah, we all did something different. I controlled fire, Rot Gut was acid, Slayride could raise the dead and Highspeed moved at supersonic speeds. We thought it was cool, gave ourselves names to match the power. We practiced it for HOURS on end, trying to master them. We, I thought that this was the best thing to every happen to us. I thought the fun would never end.”

“What happened?”

“We grew up. Slowly. But still. We grew up. We were no longer protoforms out having fun. We were transformers, looking for a purpose. We had all this power, what now? Safeguard has never been the sharpest tool but I remember when he made us promise, under oath of fragging death, to never use your powers for evil. Rot Gut took that one the most seriously.”

“So what happened to him?”

“Ark.”

“Your care taker?”

“she was killed in a mugging when we were protoforms. Funny. Two Autobot Commanders trusted a Decepticon, even though she was a care taker, but Decepticon none the less, with twenty small hatchlings.”

“Wait you were a Decepticon?”

“No. the Great Civil War ended soon after that and Ark thought best for us to join the Autobots. I asked her why one time. She said it was because the Autobots become what Decepticons Wanted to be. But that didn’t matter. A Pure Autobot Decepticon Hate group shot her dead and stole everything. It was Rot Gut who found her. After the killers were caught, Rot Gut and many of the other turned bad.”

“How bad?”

“Well, let’s just say he sided with the Decepticons after that. To him, the all the Autobots were was hypocritical stuck ups. And many of my brothers sided with him. In fact, if it weren’t for Safeguard knock a few sense worth into him, he would have joined Lord Galvatron. Safeguard seemed to want all of us to be reasonable and think it out. But all Rot Gut saw was hate against him and the rest of us and he couldn’t stand that. There were always rumors that our orphan house was a breeding ground for Decepticons and that really sink into the town.”

“What sent him over edge?”

“One day, me, Rot Gut, Safeguard’s brother Mass Shift, was heading home from work at the docks when some superstitious deadbeats jumped us. One of them had a shotblaster. It killed Mass Shift instantly. Mass Shift was the only bot Rot Gut listened to. When he fell, so did Rot Gut and part of me too. We killed everyone. But after that, Rot Gut lost it. Then Zarak happened.

“Zarak?”

“Zarak wasn’t one of us Mutants. He was just the son of Thundertron. He was older than us and Ark confided with him a lot. I didn’t trust Zarak that much. When Rot Gut lost it, Zarak riled him up more. Apparently he wanted restart the Decpeticon Empire and he thought our powers were the key to achieving that.”

“What Happened?”

“I don’t know. I wanted no part of it. I signed up in the army, did well
Academy, made Lieutenant, and you know rest. When I saw the recording of Rodimus Prime’s murder, I instantly knew that was Delude. He hung close to Rot Gut. That’s when I called Slayride. Said he been tracking Rot Gut to Cybertron a few months back. Said that they were about to change the face of Commonwealth. At Override’s speech, I spotted Guttersnipe and followed him up to the Stellar Galleries. Slayride gave me a call earlier today and found out where Zarak was staying. That’s when I meet up with all and, well, you know the rest.”

“Where is Zarak now?”

“Knowing Warpfield and his ability, on another planet.”

Horsepower sighed. “I don’t know what to say here, let alone what to do with you and your friends.”

Hot Shot nodded. “I understand that, but remember, I am loyal to Override and the Autobot Cause. We all are.”

“what about Rot Gut?”
‘
Except for him. and his crew.”

Horsepower and Sparkride stood up. “be careful what you say from now on.” And they left.

Override meet the two on the other side of the room. “What do you think?” She asked eagerly, wanting to know what would to her most beloved friend.

“we need to know what we are dealing with. I believe him, but we need to understand what these mutants are.” Horsepower suggested. “Unfortunately I don’t think any scientist can configure this well enough.”

“well there is one bot.” Override hinted.

Sparkride caught on. “Oh No! Not him! He is locked up for a reason!”

“But no bot knows the Cybertronian body like him.” Override contested.

“But-“ Sparkride stuttered.

“We need him, Sparkride. This isn’t up for discussion.” Override said sternly. “I will go talk to him myself. Horsepower, we eed to give him workspace but as many security protocols as possible and impossible. Take all the precautions. Have friendly scientist in there triple checking everything.”

“Yes ma’am. Good Luck” Horsepower responded.

Override nodded. “I am going to need it.”


The Prisoner was delighted to see when he had a visitor. Under constant surveillance and solitary confinement, visitors were impossible. He had no idea who this was. A femme, white with red trims, surrounded by Elite Guards, more for her than him it seemed. When she was closer, the prisoner looked down her form his clear glass cell a few meter above the ground. His body was stripped everything but the basics then strapped down. To a chair all day and night. Energon was sent to him via a special tube, and even that was analyzed to its atoms before being sent to him. He was the most dangerous and smartest bot in galaxy. And he got a visitor. “What can I do for you?”

“I am Override… Prime”

The Prisoner laughed “so you are the new Prime. What is the honor of this occasion?”

“We need your help on certain problem that requires your expertise. Think you can handle it.” The Prime asked firmly, but he could tell that fear edge her voice.

“what is it?” a blue bot that was not part of the elite Guards stepped forward and turned himself into a living torch. “Me” he stated.

Override stepped in front of the fire bot. “again, think you can handle it, Shockwave?”

Shockwave’s single optic shimmered with joy. His voice declared ambition “it would be my pleasure.”

 

ok reread chapter 3 and found some one had a horrible fear of bananas and said so in my story. probably another dorm student. anyway took that out.

 

Wow, this is getting really good. Please publish this as a novel- I'd buy it.

 

Shockwave looking happy ? Did his mind unhinge itself at one point ?

 

thanks. i would like too but Hasbro would probably not like that, messing with thier whole timelines.

he lost his mind being holed up and stuff

ok sorry this took so long. Senior year is HARD! and i don't have much time any more.
P.S. i left a hint to the prime in my verse after Override. and he is a real prime. see if you can find it.


Chapter 5 Betrayal

Didn’t Shockwave used to be cold, calculating and scary?” Elite Guardsmech Turbofire asked his buddy Hotrider. The pair were two of thirteen assigned to watch Shockwave from the inside of the facility he had been given inside a closed Section of Kimia Orbital Research Station. He had been in statis for the entire ride.

But what prompted the question was that Shockwave was humming cheerfully. He moved from table to table with a fluid joy. He seemed… happy. Hotrider noticed it too. “Yea, I read a quote of his that said ‘emotions were the turning point of weakness.’ What happened?”

“I was wrong” Shockwave’s response took the pair by surprise completely.

The purple Decepticon turned to face them, his single eye making them nervous. “In that cell, without a single appendage to move around with, strapped and stripped down, logic became my foe. Logic dictated that I just lie down and die. But certain upgrades didn’t allow me to die. So I had to turn to only friend at that point. Emotions.” His voice was still as cold as ever but an edge of defiance seemed to put it off balance. Shockwave returned to his work, switching some chart for another.

Shockwave looked around the facility once again, analyzing everything. It was fun. Five rooms, one of which was his quarters, 13 elite Guards, five top Cybertronic scientist, all wanting to learn from one the smartest bots in history and a plan.

Oh, he did have a plan alright. He wasn’t returning to that cell. His plan was set in motion long before his capture. On Omnitron. All Shockwave had to do was wait. Pretend and wait. Yeah, he could do that.

He looked down at his claw arm. His left arm went on perfectly, but Grimlock so screwed his right in Kaon that he couldn’t get more than two fingers to work. So for now he was stuck with a claw. Grimlock would be the first bot he would visit.

Just had to wait.


“How long will Shockwave keep experimenting on me?” Hot Shot asked from Kimia to Override in the Pion Tower. He was stationed there so Shockwave and a few trusted scientists could determine exactly what was done to him along with Slayride, Highspeed and Safeguard.

“Till Shockwave can determine how to counter act the mutation.” Override said coldly. But her face wore concern, a certain dread in her spark. She tried to keep her face straight, but Hot Shot saw right through the attempt.

“Override, if Rot Gut comes back…there was only six of us; he has twenty or so mutants. Not even the Primal Vanguard could stop him from achieving his goal.”

Override was worried about that last statement. “What is his goal?” she asked, her voice betraying concern.

“Tear down the Autobots. He doesn’t care how it’s done, who does it, or what’s left; he just wants the Autobot symbol erased. In a sense all of his mutants do. And that is what Zarak was playing at. I think he already had Decepticon followers or is one. So when they show up, the Decepticons will be close behind.” Hot Shot’s warning was into account eerily. Override didn’t like this at all.

“My Ascension is tomorrow.” She state bluntly, hoping to change the subject. Hot Shot smiled with pride.

“I am sure you will be fine. Just go with it. I wish could see it.” Override couldn’t but smile as well, wishing Hot Shot could be with her tomorrow.

“call me to tell me your new name.”

“Goodbye Hot Shot.”

“Goodbye Override.” Override killed the channel. She sat back on her couch, thinking about tomorrow. Would Rot Gut Try to get rid of her again? How exactly would he enact his revenge? The thoughts were making her more and more nervous. She cramped herself into a ball as the cycles creaked on.

“Not doing so well, are ya?” a suprising and well welcomed voice came from the door. Override jumped from the couch enthusiastically. “BACKFIRE!” her former Elite Guards leader stood in the doorway, healed, upgraded, and with a smile on his face. Override rushed up to hug the Guardsmech. Backfire laughed and hugged her back for a few seconds.

“Glad to see you back.” She stated happily, letting go of the orange bot.

“Glad to be back. Got reinstated on as ya head bodyguard.” Backfire straightened up and saluted his prime. Override returned the salute with a huge grin. “Good to have you back, Backfire. You were right. Zarak was behind this. And he has some powerful friends.”

“More like family. I read da file. And listen to da update. And da lecture.” Backfire pulled out a thin file from a back compartment and handed to Override. It was a short psych evaluation of Shockwave for the future. Override grew more worried as she continued reading. “I don’t like this” she stated, handing back the file.

“I know, Prahm. But Shockwave is very complicated. I am afraid it is a matter of time.” Override nodded and pulled out her comm. She dialed up the Kimia Orbital Research Facility .

“this is Kimia Security, Grater speaking.” A light voice crackled in.

“Grater this is Override..Prime” prime was still a bit funny to say when it wasn’t part of your official title yet. “Clearance code Alpha 0-9-0 Kappa 1-4-3 Sigma 7-5-3 Theta Reach. I need a sit rep on Shockwave.”

“well why don’t you ask your Relations Advisor? He has monitoring Shockwave all day.” She had forgotten about that. “Sure put him on.”

There was a slight shuffle before the sound of her old friend on the line. “Eh, Prime. um, yeah, ol One Eye is just fine here, even whistling. Got the best guys on this. Why? What’s up?”

Override looked back down at the psych eval.

WARNING!
It is possible that Decepticon Shockwave may plan or already has an escape plan in motion. Advise that he is not moved from Trypticon Prison. Shockwave is classified as a level Sigma Class Personality. (Sigma Class= extremely dangerous and ambitious, cares little for the fate of others and will use any force to achieve its goals.)
Please use extreme caution.

“it’s.. probably… just keep Shockwave under closer guard.”

“Will do” Modeform said as Override hung up. Modeform turned to Grater in control room of Kimia. “What’s Shocks doing now?”

The grey, blue accented Elite Guard peered closer at the security feed. “measuring something, taking samples, science stuff.”

Modeform felt an uneasiness in his digestor. “just keep a closer optic, eh.” He said patting Grater on the back and leaving for Closed Research. He felt like something didn’t add up. Why was Shockwave just so willing to help? Why not ask for something in return?” What was his game or had he finally lost it and just simply enjoying the outside world?

“Shockwave!” Modeform called from the security observation railing when he entered the lab. The massive one eyed bot was a bit startled when he saw Modeform. Curious.

“Excuse me if I appear undertaken.” Shockwave admitted; handing off a datapad to a cybertronic Scientist named Deluge. “You just look like a cross of two Autobots that I personally hated during the Great Civil War.”

“Bumblebee and Optimus Prime. I get that a lot.” Modeform twitched his hand nervously. “How is your research coming?” he switched topics.

Shockwave’s solitary optic brightened. “Deluge, Skydive and I have managed to isolate the mutative strand in all four subjects CNA.” Shockwave went over to a console and flipped some data to the big screen right of the room. Pictures of normal CNA and the mutant CNA appeared side by side. The regular CNA, appearing as twin ladders twisted together, was in vast contrast to the mutant one that it was too much to describe. “Now, while the mutant strand functions perfectly with the normal strand, it was artificially emplaced.”

Modeform cocked his head. “By who?”

Shockwave faced the Relations advisor. His optic dimmed some and he straightened himself. His claw arm shifted. The claws pulled back and reversed direction, a pulsing barrel taking its place. “By me.”

Shockwave fired a devastating blast into the chassis of the nearest Elite Guard. The bot fell back, a gaping hole in his torso. He crashed to the ground in flames. Shockwave fired off four more rounds before the Elite Guard could react properly. Modeform dodged into the hallway he just came from. Pressing against the doorway, he grabbed an X-24 Scrap Maker lying nearby. The heavy super weapon was a bit big for Modeform but he would manage.
Swinging back into the room, Modeform took aim but was stopped in horror. The scientist, so called trusted scientist, were brandishing familiar Decepticon arms. All the Elite Guards were dead. Modeform watched as the last one slipped from this world as the scientist Hydradread pulled out his vibroblade. When Hydradread saw Modeform, a demonic smile spread across his face. Rage barreled through Modeform and he let loose.

The first rounds tore Hydradread to pieces, his body clumping on the ground. The others took cover behind the test tables. The one called Fractyl did not make it in time, several rounds obliterating his head.

“ROOOAAAAWWWRR!” Modeform raged in blind fury. So blind that he became so focused on Skydive that he didn’t noticed Shockwave line up a shot straight at him. The blast tore the heavy weapon from his arms, also making him fly back. The quick second he was in the air, Modeform pulled his Battle Pistol and rang out a shot, forcing Shockwave back into cover. “You know Shocks! They expected for you to do this!”

“It would be worth it!” the scientist yelled back “Megatron was right! We are the rulers of this universe! The Decepticons will rule this universe! And the Autobots will be nothing but dirt under our treads!”

“Don’t think so.” Modeform muttered as he reached for a grenade on one of the dead Guardmechs. Flipping the blast switch, Modeform chucked the grenade down to the lab. 4 kliks later a bang and a cry of pain echoed throughout the room. A layer of smoke separated Modeform from Shockwave. Seeing his chance, Modeform rushed out of the room.

In the halls, the weapons fire alarm blared nonstop. “Command! Status!”
Modeform requested forcibly while making his way to Control.

“Multiple weapons fire on levels Alpha and Epsilon as well as Closed Research! Unknown hostiles taking defensive positions. Sir, they dug in. can’t over run them.”

“FRAG!” Modeform thought angrily for a moment. “Tell security to hold tight, keep them down there till we can find a way to flush them out.”

“Will do Sir!”

Modeform thought back to Velocitron. How similar and unknown this felt to him. He faced Decepticons before but not like this. They needed back up. Some Primal Vanguard to go all ballistic on these cons. Maybe Hacksaw himself, the newly appointed commander of the Primal Vanguard after Swoop, could do the honors. Maybe Sensei Drift could send some Cyber-Ninjas up, give them a stealthy edge. No, the Circle of Light’s new direction was not to meddle with internal issues but keep aliens from taking advantage of Cybertronians. That wouldn’t work.

Entering Control, a larger number of bots than normal frantically went from station to station in order to get a grasp on the problem. Modeform spotted Chief Scientist Rad, Security Head Pointblank and Executive Officer of Kimia Afterburner huddled around a cam feed station.

“Afterburner!” Modeform called out. The older bot looked relieved upon sighting the relations advisor.

“Thank Primus you’re here! These demons are jamming our outside communications. Can you think of a way around it?” Afterburner exclaimed, a bit of fear in his eyes.

“Possibly. Where are the comm arrays?” He asked, snapped back into full soldier mode, chomping at the bit to get him some Cons.

Afterburner pointed to the Cam Feed Station. Half of the feeds were black and said no input. The others showed Autotroopers massing, forming key defensive positions Modeform himself had used.

“they are held on level Epsilon but the Cons have taken them.” Afterburner drew in with dread. “I guess they have been planning this for a long long time.”

“you have no idea” Modeform half whispered. The small bot turned to face Rad and Pointblank. “Ok, here’s what I’ll need...” he never got to list the items before a monitor interrupted him. “SIR! We have an unknown shuttle on approach!”

Afterburner and Modeform followed the monitor to his station, a strange triangular shuttle bearing hard and fast at the facility. Modeform never seen a class like that before but noticed something on the wings of shuttle. “Enhance the wings, right there.” Enhanced, the twin Decepticon Insignias glared at them with every bit of malice intended.

“we can’t stop ‘em” Pointblank stated fearfully “they took out our defense weapons mainframe on level Alpha.” Dread swirled in Modeform’s digestor as twin cannons slid forward. After a few kliks, both cannons fired, followed by several cluster missiles.

The station didn’t even flinch when the buster shells softened the outer walls. The cluster missiles were close behind, carrying foldspace warheads in their main payload. The missiles let loose their smaller rockets, targeting different key positions of Kimia, the comm antennae, several turret silos and the solar arrays.

The main rockets hit their primary target straight and true. The foldspace warheads hit the Closed Research portion, ripping right through the military defense grade Destronuinum walls and obliterating Room 113. The Decepticon shuttle stopped its approached and opened its hangar doors. A pulsing tractor beam locked on to several targets floating amongst the debris.

Modeform and the rest of the staff in Kimia’s control room watched as the shuttle locked on to the Decepticons and pulled them in. they feared that it would stay and destroy the facility but the approach of a Deep Space Inceptor class warship named the Vanguard scared them off. The shuttle retreated into sublight to some far distant point of the galaxy.
This would be hard to explain to Override.


Aboard the Shuttle, Shockwave waved the attending medics to him and his crew from Kimia. He knew already that a course was laid in for Omnitron, where his whole plan had started. On his right was Magma, a medium red bot that had been overseeing the Decepticons while Shockwave was in Trypticon Prison. He was a very competent bot for the job. “Magma! I am glad you got the signal!”

“We were lucky it came through at all, after so long we feared the worst. Then we saw the attacks on the news.” Magma replied, walking with Shockwave to the bridge where Terrorsaur and Waspinator piloted the spacecraft.

“Speaking of which, how are my mutant creations?” the one eyed scientist asked.

“Awaiting your orders and eager to meet you.” His loyal replied.

“Meet me?” Shockwave asked with a bit of confusion.

“Oh, yes. Too bad. They served their purpose. Kill them” Shockwave ordered coldly.

Magma staggered in shock a slight bit. “Kill them? But sir, they are completely loyal to the Decepticon cause. And they are valuable assets. There is no reason to kill them. It isn’t logical.” He reasoned.

Shockwave turned his single gaze menacingly towards his subordinate. The stare struck fear into Magma’s spark but ignited a spark of defiance. “and their hold powers none of us can contain. That is logical. So I order you to kill them all. And rid the ones that sided with the Autobots. They should be in Iacon now. They left in a shuttle shortly before the outbreak.” Shockwave turned and head to the hangar bay but paused slightly. “Oh, and call up the fleet. Tell them to meet us above Omnitron.”

Magma was still stunned. This wasn’t how he expected it to go. So much spilled Energon. And where would it end? All he could do was think. “Give General Order Ultra. And get Agent Zarak on the comm.” He ordered of Waspinator.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.


Uttinax. The Nebulan Republic

Uttinax once faced Decepticon oppression and the memory of their tyranny was still impressed in the Uttin people. But the above horror was nothing compared to the sight of three Decepticon warships and a transport rise from the depths of the Uuggarr River. The Sleek twisted dark looking ships did not stop to wipe out the nearby villages or seek their revenge on the Republic. They only speed off into space.


Quintassa.

The Quintesson were thoroughly confused when several Decepticon Class warships launched from several hidden positions. The advanced race tracked their trajectory along with several other ships amongst their empire to a planet for into the Autobot Commonwealth known as Omnitron. Why, they did not know but they knew something epic was about to happen.


Earth.

The world watched in awe as the massive Decepticon Command Ship Nemesis rose from the blackened depths of the Atlantic Ocean and jumped into sublight. Military and government officials scrambled to find out how such a ship laid hidden in their very ocean for years and not being detected. Btu one thing was for sure. The Decepticons were not destroyed like they all had been told.


“Can you do it?” Magma asked over the comm, struggling to not let Shockwave hear him. The Decepticon Lord was too busy maintaining traffic amongst their remaining fleet to notice him.

“Yeah, I can. But if something happens? What happens if I fail?” Agent Zarak asked; his voice in alarm.

“Then don’t. Things are about to change.” Magma paused for dramatic effect only. He was a theatric like that. “This isn’t what we were promised.” He finished eerily.

Magma hung up and watched. Just watched. He already had his plan. He was a quick thinker. And with him, he would take the Decepticons somewhere not Galvatron or even the mighty Lord Megatron had been able to provide. Shockwave may be brilliant, but he was a fool.

Magma smiled secretly. He was no Starscream but this made him think of the former Seeker. But he would provide for the Decepticon what their lords couldn’t.

A home.

 

sorry this took so long. school keeps getteing in my way!

Chapter 6 Memories and Future

Override took a while to calm herself down.


It was the day of her Ascension, the day she would be renamed as a Prime. It seemed like forever for this day to get here, with this new Decepticon threat looming over her head. Numerous Decepticon warships launched for different places amongst the galaxy, most from different galactic empires. Panic and aggression seemed to be the common theme amongst the intergalactic community. Override and her High Council managed to calm them down, but arms buildup was happening. The humans, Quintessons, Nebulan Republic, and the Vistal Empire all remembered the trail of destruction and slavery the Decepticons left their wake. The last thing anyone wanted was another Decepticon rise.

Shockwave breaking out of Kimia Orbital Research Facility wasn’t much help either. He was there for only three days and he nearly blows up the station. He must have been on a tight schedule.

Override pushed that all away. The High Council wanted to postpone the Ascension, but Override wouldn’t let them. It was a sign of weakness, she said. Not only to the Decepticons but to the Autobot People as well. They needed a fully named Prime.

The door to her staging room swung open as Modeform and Hot Shot came in. she had cleared Hot Shot from Kimia and back to active Sub Commander. The public didn’t know his true nature and she would like to keep it that way.

“Are you ready?” Modeform asked, his voice was slightly delighted.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” Override confirmed, swallowing her fear.

The tiny Velocitronian nodded “I’ll go check to see if everything is in place.” He said, leaving Hot Shot and Override alone.

“Well then” Hot Shot started. “Glad to back and serving you again.”

Override smiled. “It’s good to have you back.”

“Think Shockwave would make a move here?”

“He’ll probably be busy with the armada I sent Omnitron.”

“MAY EVERY ONE READY FOR THE ASCENSION TO BEGIN.” A voice softly blared from the intercom.

“Showtime” Hot Shot smirked. Override punched him hard in the torso and l
eft the room to face the cameras and watching optics of the Autobot Commonwealth. The whole thing was being staged in the Grand Imperium, the main showroom of the Citadel. Grand golden arched walls surrounded her. High azure crystals displaying the images of former primes made her feel a bit in awe. But she had to be cool.

Walking down the main corridor, Override relaxed herself as she prepared to enter into the Imperium Main Room. Film crews and Media reporters lined the halls along with heavily armed Elite Guards. Standing at the massive doors were her precession assistants. Just important senators that walked down the aisle to the high Podium with her.

Once at the door, Override gave the signal she was ready and the doors swung wide open. Quelling her sudden uneasiness, she stepped through.
Captain Override entered the bunker she and her top officers were meeting.

A Decepticon conquer fleet battled with the defense fleet above Velocitron at this current moment. Master Grunt Modeform informed her of the fleet’s progress and commands orders. Both were not good.

Seated around a long table were her Lieutenants, Blurr, Hightail, Armco, Clocker, and Syncol. Also with them was new appointed Governor of Velocitron Brakedown. They all stood to salute when they saw her.

“Override! Where is General Backtrack?” Brakedown asked with concern.

Override bowed her head in remorse “he’s dead. I am acting General now.”
Brakedown also bowed his head in remorse for a few seconds. “What is commands orders?” Clocker asked.

Override leaned against the orders. “We are to abandon Velocitron.” A shocked murmur spread through the room. “But I am not going to.” She said with harsh defiance.

“Sir?” Armco asked, a raise of hope in his optics.

“I will not abandon this world, my home to tyrants. I cannot ask each of you do the same.” Override spoke.

“you do not have to, sir” Blurr said boldly. “I was raised here too. The Cons
will have to earn this world. And it will be bloody hell for them.” A similar
murmur spread across the table.

Override watched in pride as Armco, Syncol, Hightail and Clocker made the same decision. Velocitron still had a chance.

Override walked calmly down the aisle. Reporters and high government officials lined the walkway. In front of her was the thirteen High Councilors. As she neared the stairs to the Grand Podium, she felt a strange peace pass through her. Like Primus himself was soothing her spark.

When she got to the stairs, she climbed just before the last step and kneeled, head bowed. Head Councilor Brakedown stood before her, the Great Matrix of Leadership in hand. He smiled and held it high above his head for the crowd to see.

“Do you, Override from Speedia of Velocitron, accept the fact you will become the next in the linage of Primes, Starting with Nexus Prime of the Great Thirteen?” the old Velocitron recanted the Ascension speech.

“I Do.” She replied with all the sternness she could muster from her spark.

“I Do.” Override replied with all the sternness she could muster. Governor Brakedown stared her straight in the face. She was sure of her answer to go ahead and strike at the Decepticons as an insurgency not a unified army front. The Autobot fleet had already been broken and Decepticons were soon to land.

Brakedown shook his head paced back and forth. “Do you know what this mean? My People, OUR people will be subject to the enslavery that the Decepticons bring with them.”

Override nodded. “I know but they have already burned our forts and military starports to the ground. There is no strategic base to fall back on. Our only hope is to make it hell for them and force them to leave.”

Brakedown stopped in his tracks and gave Override a look of respect “Then Primus help us all.”

Head Councilor Brakedown continued “Do You, Override except that, with your title and office, that you will up hold the weak, fight for the poor and serve the defenseless?”

“I Do”

“Do take the responsibilities of freedom and life in hand and spark, to light the path for all species and people?”

BOOM! BABOOOM!

Twin explosion echoed through the streets of Delta, the capital of Velocitron, as the gate of the Decepticon holding station was ripped from its hinges. Override’s insurgents moved in quickly, taking care of any Decepticon in their path.

It had been two weeks since the Decepticons taken control of the planet. The Autobot army hid under ground till a week ago when Override gave the order to switch to guerrilla warfare. A hundred of small insurgent strike teams hit major Decepticon strongholds throughout Velocitron. So far the strategy was working. Lord High Governor Ransack was said; he devoted all forces to wiping the rebels.

A medium yellow and green bot called Halochief went straight for the cell control console with the teal Neoshock. The rest of her ten bot team moved along the halls of the prison, eliminating Cons as they went.

“Controls ours. Cells opening.” Halochief radioed in. Override smiled as countless Autobots prisoners poured from their cells, a new sense of energy in their walk. Her own soldiers brought in bags of weapons for them to take the fight.

“Speedsters! Speedsters!” they chanted the name of Override’s personal group of rebels.

So far, the Speedsters had crippled a makeshift starport, eliminated many supply convoys, and had Lord High Governor Ransack personally vow he would oversee the hunt for her band.

So far it was working. Soon they could strike key positions and once and for topple the Decepticon occupancy.

“Do you hold true to the doctrines of the virtues of our heroes and promise to keep them as long as you live?”

“I do”

“Batter! Right flank!” Override called out to the heavy warfare specialist. Batter sighted Override’s warning and opened fire with his X-18 Scrapmaker, shredding a scrap load of ‘cons that were attempting to rush them.

Override counted down the mountain path of Mount Stargaze. The Decepticons had set up a huge anti- off world invasion battery on the plateau of Velocitron’s tallest mountain. It, Along with three others set up on Mount Skydown and the Fangbare Mountain Range, were preventing any non Decepticon ships from entering the stellar system.

Currently this kind of weapons platform would be impenetrable but with loss of forces, thanks to Override and her militia teams, the Cons didn’t have the botpower to defend it well enough.

So Override’s Speedsters along with Officer Excellion’s Road Troopers and a civilian Militia called the Turbowolves were in the middle of a fierce siege on Mount Stargaze. The Road Troopers were punching a huge hole on the fortress’s main gate while Override’s bots and the Turbowolves kept them from over manning the gate with side fire.

“Modeform!” She yelled out for the smaller comm officer. Modeform was currently busy with a sniper trying to peck his head off. Override had half a view on him but a good lobbing angle. Unclipping one of her grenades, she chucked it at the sniper. A short klik later the familiar boom of the grenade went off and the sniper fell quiet. “Modeform!” She called again as she crossed the gap to reach him “How the status of the rest of us?”

The tan bot reloaded before answering. “Excellion said they eliminated the right sides defenses! They broke the main gate. We’re secure on outer defense just got to clear the compound!”

Override smiled. It was working. Soon their planet would be free.

“Do you accept that you will make mistakes and choose to learn from them rather than dwell in the past?”

“I Do”

“FRAG!” Override slammed her wrist on the table of her new op center. It was an ancient bunker from the Quintesson Invasion hidden deep in the Quandary Caves. The only reason she had moved to it was because she was pushed out of her old one.

Two days ago, her team was posed to take down the Decepticon headquarters in Delta and push the cons out once and for all. But it failed miserably. The Cons saw them coming, how they didn’t know, but the Cons ambushed them before they could even mount an attack.

Then it got worse. They lost so many bots just trying to bail out. Neoshock, Blackcreed, Racewar, all gone. Benchmark and Battlescore never even knew what had happened. They thought they had made it back safely to their base hidden deep underground Delta. But the Cons were waiting for them.
She even saw that Land General Crumplezone had personally showed up to oversee the raid. Good thing they bailed out of there before the cons even saw them.

Override seethed with rage. This isn’t what she had expected. How could have this have happened? She planned for everything! What went wrong?!

After a klik or two, Override calmed down enough to be cool but a fire was still burning inside. Outside, she heard her bots talking about leaving, that this might not be worth it. She started out with around 500 bots and now she was down to 120. There are losses in every war, she knew that. But her bots, her soldiers, needed to now that.

She stepped out of the command room and saw all of the remaining Speedsters standing below, looking up to their commander for answers. “Listen.” She snarled. “Listen!”

“You could have chosen out, nut you didn’t. You chose to fight. And fight you will. You know me enough that I loathe second guessing. NEVER question yourself. It only leads to defeat. What happened at Delta wasn’t defeat, it was a loss. A loss that is painful, and may seem to be unbearable at times, but we must bear it, with the thoughts of our fallen brothers and sisters in mind! I will bear it along with my gun, and you better do the same because you chose to! That is our promise to Primus and to the dead we lost in this fight. WE WILL BEAR IT! No go out there, and Kick some Con tailpipe!”

With a chorus of jarhead cheers, the Speedsters fanned out, grabbing their guns, ammo and equipment and returned ready for their next mission. Override smiled. The Speedsters weren’t the only group fighting this war. It would take them all to win it.

“Finally do you Override of Speedia from Velocitron, accept the Matrix of Leadership as your guide to the galaxies and your voice of Primus, the creator god himself.”

“I do”

It was over. The Decepticon blockade that hung over had been smashed. Their headquarters was now laying before Override in smoldering ruins. It was the day she had been waiting for her entire life. Lord High Governor Ransack was in custody; General Crumplezone had been dropped by Modeform himself.
Above her Autobot dropships and Carriers cruised down, to meet the cheering people below. Aerialbots streaked through the skies, searching for any remaining Cons. But Override knew there wasn’t any. The Speedsters, Turbowolves, Road Warriors, Strike Force Delta, and many other militias had personally seen to that.

Right in front of her, six bots approached her. Autotroopers. One of them was a High General. As they approached, she could tell they were after her. Override stepped down from the smoldering ruins of the Cons HQ.

“Captian Override?” the High General asked. He was green, with yellow accents. Override noticed Wrecker honors on him as well, especially the one that meant Wrecker Commander. Must have moved up.

“Who wants to know?” she asked.

“High General Springer.” Now that was a name she heard, even if she didn’t recognize the face. “Now I have orders to arrest you and ship you to Garrus Nine for disobeying orders but Magnus Prime had other plans. You’re a hero, Override, whether you like it you not. Staying here, fighting the cons with no back up. That was the best decision anyone could make.” The Older bot handed her a datapad. The words Transfer Request jumped out at her. “The Prime wants you on Fort Maxus, watching the Quintessons.”

Override was stunned. She didn’t know what to say. Springer saw her
confusion and grinned. “Who knows? You may meet new people…”

Brakedown finished the speech and hand over the Matrix to Override. Override gripped and the Matrix and pulled it to her chest. As it infused with her, she felt all voices of her predecessors echo through her Processor, guiding her path. When the infusion was complete, Override stood onto the podium. She turned around and was welcomed by the applause of every Autobot in the chambers and probably around the Commonwealth.

Brakedown stood beside her and took her arm and raised it like she won a professional fight. He spoke in a loud voice.

“People of this Great Autobot Commonwealth, I present to you your new Prime, VETA PRIME!”

The applause only grew louder. Veta Prime smiled in childish pride. She was now officially prime. A sense of Pride and warmth flooded her. But then the unexpected happen.

With a great boom, the doors of the chambers blew wide open, bots panicked in chaos. Veta Prime squinted through the smoke that clouded and saw the one thing she didn’t want to come true

Lord Shockwave, blaster arm pulsing, walked through the door.

 

no worries, I'm sure we all understand.


Nice chapter, especially Override's inner thoughts during the ceremony.

 

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Chapter 7 Final Days


Veta Prime leaped down of the stage as Shockwave sent a powerful energy bolt over her head. Her right arm transformed into a Neutron Assault Rifle and gave off a few kliks of suppressing fire. The big Cyclops took shelter behind a column. Several more Cons poured into the room.

An Energy Shield popped up straight in front of Hot Shot as he threw a high intense fireball. The following explosion sent him out of the chambers, with no way back in.

Backfire opened fire immediately. Two cons fell to the ground with holes lining their back. A third pulled back and gave his blaster a few shots at Backfire. Backfire ducked in between the pews across the aisle. Skrail slid into cover next to him.

Veta Prime worked a slow fire and cover routine till she could get to the same cover range as Backfire. “Backfire! Where is everyone else?!?”

Backfire looked up at her. His right shoulder was all torn up from several blaster wounds. Blue Energon pooled on the floor. Backfire had those last moments look in his optics. Veta shook her head in denial. “No no no. Backfire, you can’t die on me!” his shoulder continued to leak vital Energon. The shoulders meant a slow death if you were hit in the major flowvein.

His optics softened tenderly, like that of old wise man. “Prahm, If my turn to go, it my turn to go. I will not argue with Prahmus.”

Veta shook her head again and pressed down on the wound trying to hold the Energon back. “Primus can wait a few more Vorns.”

The Animatronian gripped Veta’s hands firmly and removed them. Veta could only stare in disbelief. “Backfire” she whispered in anguish.

The Elite Guard smiled and stood up, his left arm in gun mode. “A few more Cons before I go.” He said. Backfire turned around and opened fire.

Several Decepticons returned the favor, their aim slightly better than the damaged Backfire. They hit him square in the chest and the legs. But their shots didn’t matter. Backfire struck them down first. Ignoring his pain, Backfire charged. Flipping out his sword, Backfire spun around in full revolution and sliced right through a Con’s chest. Using the dead con as cover, he gunned down another one that was too busy with Skrial to notice him.

Taking his blade out of the con, Backfire charged straight for Shockwave, slicing a smaller Con down in his way. Shockwave fired several unsuccessful shots passed Backfire before he reached him. The angry Autobot jumped up and slashed down at Shockwave. The Lord sprang back and engaged his own long sword and returned blows.

Backfire swung hard for Shockwave’s side. The Decepticon Lord blocked it with his cannon and jabbed is longsword through Backfire’s Digestor. The Animatron staggered slightly but regained his composure and charged for the one eyed scientist.

“How” Shockwave asked with both defiance and bewilderment. “Why won’t you die?!” Backfire tackled Shockwave head on. Backfire saddled on top of him and started to pummel Shocks eye. “Because Shockers” Backfire gritted between swings. “Some ideas don’t die. Da Autobot cause being one of them.”

Shockwave had enough. Grabbing his longsword still in Backfire’s Digestor, Shocks twisted the blade, making the Elite Guard roar in pain. Shockwave rested the barrel of his gun arm on Backfire’s neck. “Ideas may not die, but the bots that embodied them can.” He growled and fired.

Veta Prime watched in horror as the heavy shot incinerated Backfire’s head and most of his upper body. The rest collapsed to its knees and slumped to the ground. Veta was frozen at the sight of her friend heroically sacfriced himself for her. A rage starting pulsing through her.

Shockwave threw the body of the dead Bot off of him. What was left of Backfire meet the floor with a clang “And” he finished “then that idea dies because there is no one left to carry them”.

Jumping over her cover, Veta made a beeline for the Decepticon Lord but a small rolling object stopped her dead in her tracks. Grenade. Shockwave noticed he had one brushing his foot as well. There was no time to get cover. The timer lights hit zero. Veta braced for the embrace of fiery death.

That never came. Only a strange pulse expanding through her body. She opened one of her tightly shut optics to see the grenade was only a capture bubble and she was caught inside. Lord Shockwave was also in a capture bubble of his one; Veta could vaguely see him through both of the yellow energy walls.

It was funny seeing her latest enemy so close but untouchable. It frustrated her beyond all relief.

“Now this is ironic.” The one eyed Con laughed nervously.

“How so?” Veta really didn’t feel like starting up a conversation with him.

“that after so much time thinking of freedom that I knew would eventually come that I wind up stuck in a Capture bubble.” He clarified.

But Veta Prime was stuck on a different thought. “What do you mean eventually?”

Shockwave looked straight at Veta; his cold demonic solitary gaze seemed to pierce through her “It was I who created the Mutants in the first place.” Veta nodded, Modeform had told her before about it but old Shockers continued. “I knew the Great Civil War was coming to a close. I was hiding on Omnitron at the time. After the battle of Kaon and the Decepticons forcing to flee Cybertron, I could see the writing on the wall. It was clear. I tried to warn Lord Megatron long term measure must be taken, but he simply laughed and said the Decepticon might will take Kaon again. But I knew better. That was logical.”

Shockwave started to pace in his bubble. The remaining Elite Guard gathered around it weapons up and ready. “I started to gather those willing to undergo cryostatis and began to work on my backup plan. I needed something to where no matter where you put me, what you did, I had to be restored and taken out.”

“The mutants.” Veta answered.

“The Mutants. It was brilliant. They were slow to age and as sons of pirates, they were bound to use their powers criminally. Therefore, you would need someone who knew the Cybertronian body in and out and better than anybot who ever lived. I didn’t except the Planet Hopping Campaign to go so quickly. General Ironhide was targeting Omnitron before I knew it. So I set Agent Zarak of Cobalt, you know, the spy network lead by Soundwave, to work on steering those mutants to hate the Autobots. It worked more brilliantly than I imagined. Of course I didn’t see that Captain Scourge would take Megatron’s two sons, Galvatron and Cyclonus, and restart the cause on that Planet Earth. It nearly exposed my plans. Nearly”

Veta narrowed her optics “But some didn’t quite go for it”

“Yes that was unexpected as well. But from my current view point it doesn’t matter now does it.” The bubble walls started to flicker as they lost their strength. Shockwave raised his cannon arm at The Prime and charged it, ready to blow Veta away. “I might die here, but at least I will take you with and Magma will raze Cybertron to the ground from orbit. Did you really think I would set the fleet to rendezvous without several hidden Anti Fleet Batteries to deal with an Autobot Armada? Your fleet is floating in ruins and mine is here. This is where the Prime and the Spirit of the Autobots die.”

“I propose an alternative” the new voice startled the surrounding Elite Guard. Veta looked around for the source of the voice behind her but never found it. “Of Course.” The startled voice of Shockwave made Veta Prime find the intruders right in front of her.

Rot Gut and a mutant from the earlier, Warpfield maybe, stood behind a bright red Con with black joints and face. The stranger had swept shockwave off his feet and put a sword through his cannon arm. He took out a small device and set it on the ground.

The capture bubbles flickered faster and faster till they finally shutdown. Veta Prime and every Elite Guard in the room fired instantly at the Cons in the other Bubble but their shots bounced off. The device was a force field generator. They still couldn’t get to them.

The red Bot leaned over Shockwave. The one eyed Con had seem to just give up and stared straight up at the sky, his optic glazed over. “You know my Lord,” he said. “When you first convinced me to go into cryostatis, you told me when I woke up that you would bring the Decepticon Ideal back to its glory. I believe you meant that at that time but know you are NOTHING of what you used to be. The Vorns spent in that prison has only made you think of revenge and paranoia. You would have killed us all if it meant killing someone who isn’t even remotely related to the people who put you in Trypticon. So now I have to step in and bring us back. But I am going to do something that Megatron or Galvatron or even you would have done for us. I am going to bring us peace.” The bot stood up. “Rot Gut wants to have a few words with you.”

Rot Gut towered over the downed Lord. “Zarak had me believe that when you came back that we would be heroes, not dead.” Acid started to drip from his hands and arm. “Now you will die.” Rot Gut punched down hard on
Shockwaves chest. His hand went straight through his Spark. Acid from his hand spread across Shockwave’s body, eating away like scraplets on a fresh corpse. Rot Gut removed his hand a sneered. “You got in over your head, Freak.”

The red bot winced as this took place. Recollecting himself, he turned and faced Veta Prime, who was watching intently. “Veta Prime” he declared with great pride “I am Lord Magma…tron. Magmatron. I am sorry that this has all occurred. You will never hear the blaster of a Decepticon again. I hope we can work together in the future of our two factions.”

Magmatron turned and nodded to Warpfield. And in a blink, the Con, the Mutants and Generator were gone. All that remained was the smelted chassis of the former Decepticon.

Veta Prime knelt over the ruined chassis of her friend, Backfire. She placed a hand on his chest and sealed her optics, head bowed. “I am sorry, new friend. Rest with the Allspark now.”

Outside Hot Shot and the Autotrooper couldn’t get inside to the chambers. A several energy shields blocked their path. They waited for cycles. More Autotroopers and Elite Guards showed up, followed by a media mad house. It seemed everyone across the commonwealth was covering the attack on the Ascension.

Then the shield failed. Seeing their moment, the soldiers rushed in, guns readied. But inside there was no danger. The cons were dead. Many Elite guards were dead. Several politicians were dead. Many more were wounded.

But Hot Shot only focused on Veta. She was looked scuffed up but unharmed. He rushed over and gave a ground sweeping hug. “Thank Primus”

Veta returned the favor and squeezed tightly “He’s gone. Backfire’s gone.”

“It will be all right, Prime. It will be all right” Hot Shot comforted.

“Prime!” an Autotrooper interrupted the pair. “Um, sir, a Decepticon just jumped into our orbit. It’s the Nemesis.”

Hot Shot’s optics widened. “That ship could burn an entire planet” he turned to Veta. “Nothing we have can bring that ship down now. Zarak had said that it went through several upgrades to turn it into a planet killer”

Veta looked unworried “I don’t think it will attack”

“Why do you think that?” the soldier asked.

“I think it’s finished”


Abroad the Nemesis, Lord Magmatron reclined in the command chair. On the mainscreen was Cybertron. It was painful for Magmatron to see knowing he would never be able to return. The home world of all Transformers would no longer be the home of the Decepticons. He knew it was right in his spark.

Waspinator swiveled to him in his chair. “My lord, zeveral Inzeptor clazz warshipz and Zupremez are making orbit towardsz usz.” The green Seeker pilot said in his heavy Antillan accent.

The Decepticon lord wasn’t worried about them. They wouldn’t attack the Nemesis. The command ship would blow them to pieces. And plus they had V Class Filtrek force shields. Nothing could penetrate its density.

“Bolar, begin transmission.” Magmatron ordered.

Across Cybertron and the Commonwealth, on every Mainscreen, a close up of Lord Magmatron filled the image. Everybot stopped as the stranger to them stared straight at them. Nervousness swept through them as the Decepticon Insignia spun proudly in the bottom right corner.

“Autobots!” he began “my name is Lord Magmatron of the Decepticon Empire. Do not fret; unlike the Lords of the past, I am not here to restart our ancient war. I am here to issue this statement that we, the Decepticons, want peace with the Autobots. We are here to declare that we have found a system outside of your borders and this galaxy in which we can thrive. The many battles we have fought state that we can no longer stand united. We will always be to separate factions. But that does not mean we again start our war. This may be the last of you hear of any Decepticons, but in the future if you do, know that the hatred between us is no longer necessary.

“To those who want to join the great Decepticon Empire, the Darksyder and Harbinger will be docked on Omnitron for the next two quartercycles. If you wish to join our ranks, please leave for those ships and join us in the stars.

“For those who lost loved ones in these recent attacks, I am truly sorry. I did my best to stop Shockwave but always know that all we want now is peace.

“We are the great Decepticon Empire. We will bow down to the Primes no longer but we will work with them. All I can say now is, Goodbye Cybertron, our Home.”

The transmission cut as sudden as it had appeared. Everybot that saw it was stunned. There had never been attempted peace between the Autobots and Decepticons before. And everyone was equally surprised that it was the Decepticons offering it.

This was the Vorn for significant change.


When the transmission cut out, there was a heavy silence aboard the Nemesis. “Sir” one crewmen, Tarantulas, prodded. “Sir, what now?”

Magmatron raised his head in solace. “We head home” was his only reply.

The Nemesis fired its eight Vanguard Engines and turned to away from Cybertron. And in the blink of an optic, they were gone.

The Decepticons were gone.


Veta Prime sat back in her office. It had been two Quarter Cycles since Shockwave’s attack at the Ascension. The Harbinger and Darksyder were taking off today along with the Buzzerbot. So many bots showed up that they had to call in another transport. Veta didn’t how to respond that so many wanted to defect. Many of them came from the outer planets where life was a bit too tough for them and others were criminals wanting to start over on a new world.

It seemed that the Cons were willing for peace. Of course several conspiracy theorist stated that this was just an attempt to regather and attack all over again. But Veta didn’t believe them. She wanted this to last.

Hot Shot walked in just then. Veta jumped up to embrace him. Just two days ago he asked her to be his life bond partner and resigned from the office of Sub Commander.

“Just here to see how you are.” He said as she let go.

“I’m fine” Veta assured. “Now the Decepticons are finally leaving, we should be at peace for a while.”

“Yeah peace. That will be nice.”

Veta smiled brightly at the thought of cycle with no war, battle or insurrection that threatened their existence. She prayed to Primus that would continue till the day They all were One.


Modus Prime set down the Biography of Veta Prime. He had just read the chapter over her election and Shockwave’s attack. That all was seventy Vorns ago.

Modus Prime remembered it all though clearly. He was there. From Velocitron to the attack, he served as Veta’s Comm Officer, Relations Advisor to Sub Commander. Now he had succeeded her. That had been the biggest pain of them all.

Modus gazed over the Decepticon war fleet in front of his Armada on one Viewscreen. On the mainscreen was Lord Immortitron. He too was the new leader of his faction. Modus stared right at him. Immortitron nodded.

Both armadas turned to starboard and faced the enormous Vok fleet before them. Lord Magmatron was right that two factions would never serve under one Insignia but they would unite under a common threat.

The Vok would not enslave them today. At the same time, both Prime and Lord ordered “Fire”

THE END

 

ok sorry had to make a quick edit. trying to figure out who hate bananas?