Sorry if this is short. Chapter IX Project Kaon, capital of the Decepticons, a tumor of darkness that continues to grow. And deep within Darkmount, in a laboratory, Shockwave is hard at work on a... special project. Shockwave scans through data with staggering efficiency, and once he's done, he realizes he's got it. Shock: Perfect. He presses a button on a console and a hologram of Megatron materializes in front of him. Shock: Lord Megatron. Megatron: What is it Shockwave? Shockwave: I've made a break through that I think would be in your best interest. Megatron: I'll be right down. Soon Megatron walks into the lab along with Straxus. Shock: Straxus, I didn't expect for you to be here. Straxus: Megatron and I are leading the Decepticons together, so this also concerns me, it would be wise for you to remember that Shockwave. Shockwave just gives a cold stare. (Like he always does) Straxus: You had something to show us? Shockwave silently goes over to a computer and pulls up his project. Shock: Do you remember Jhiaxus? Straxus: The great scientist that disappeared many stellar-cycles ago? What does he have anything to do with this? Shock: Jhiaxus was all about the evolution of our race. And before he disappeared into space he was working on a special project. Megatron: What exactly was the plan of this project? Shock: Combination. Shockwave then reveals a schematic that Jhiaxus had made. Shock: Imagine, six individuals, merged into one being, their intelligence, their strength combined. Just imagine the power. Megatron is visibly intrigued. Shock: All I need is six individuals. Straxus turns to Megatron. Straxus: I think I know who would be perfect for this. Megatron: As do I. Megatron looks at the schematic at and a devious smile forms on his face.
Chapter X New Feature Sentinel Prime's office. Status: battered. Pax: UGH! Orion is thrown into the wall with such force, a large dent is left in it. He falls out of the wall and onto the floor. Sentinel: Focus Orion, you lack technique. You're sloppy. Pax: Well I have never fought before. Sentinel: And that's what this is for. Orion groans and pulls himself off the floor. He faces the two holo-combatants and charges them. He throws punches left and right, but the combatants dodge them and one of them delivers a right hook to Orion's face. Pax: (In his head) Wow, this faceplate really works. The other combatant then tackles Orion into the wall. He slams both of his fists on the combatant and kicks him away, only for it to spring back up. Sentinel: You have to be willing Orion. It's not going to be that way on the battlefield. Orion then charges the combatants, only for him to get flipped onto his back, hard. When he lands, his right arm hits the ground and something shifts. Orion watches as his servo turns into an axe, glowing orange with heat. Pax: (In his head) Huh, that's a new feature. Orion stands himself up and faces the combatants, who then materialize staffs out of nowhere. They charge Orion, who then closes his optics, lunges forward, and swings his axe. Pax: YAAAHHH! Orion opens his optics and finds himself upright, with the two combatants just standing there. Only for them to fall down and dissipate, having been chopped in half. Sentinel: Well done, Orion. With time and training you shall be a great fighter. And why does someone of your profession have an Energon Axe integrated into your arm? Orion retracts his axe. Pax: Uh, it's a long story. Then, the door opens and in walks a blue and white bot. He is a head taller then Orion and slightly wider too. He has two large white spires coming out of his shoulders, and a helmet to match. Sentinel: Ultra Magnus, I see you have now recovered. Magnus: What happened in here? It looks like a bouncer bomb went off in here. Sentinel: Just a training exercise, I want you to meet Orion Pax, my apprentice. Magnus: Nice to meet you Orion. Pax: Likewise, I've read about you, your battlefield heroics are legendary. Magnus: What was your profession before you joined? Pax: I was an archivist. Magnus seems perplexed. Pax: I know, it's hard to believe. Sentinel: You can go now Orion. We'll continue tomorrow. Orion leaves as Magnus starts to talk with Sentinel. Magnus: Are you sure about him? Sentinel: Why do you ask? Magnus: He's so young. Sentinel: We all were young, Magnus. Magnus: And when it's time for him to fight, how long do you think he will last? Sentinel: I have faith in him. Sentinel places his hand on Magnus's shoulder. Sentinel: And you should too Magnus.
I think some of you might enjoy this one. Chapter XI Volunteers Kaon, while it maybe the Decepticon capital, it's still being shaped into it's proper form. Outside Darkmount, a group of six cons are hard at work... building a statue. (A skeleton of a statue to be more specific) Scrapper: No, no, no, no, NO! Scrapper: Who here misread the blueprints?! Hook: Don't look at me. Long Haul: Wasn't me. Bonecrusher: Nope. Mixmaster: I wasn't part of this. All of the Constructicons look over at their last remaining member, Scavenger. Scrapper: Why I'm I not surprised. Scavenger: What's wrong about it? Scrapper marches over to Scavenger and grabs him by the back of his neck. Scrapper: Take a good look, Megatron's head is in the wrong direction, his right arm is is five degrees too high, his fusion cannon is crooked, his feet are aren't aligned, shall I go on. Scavenger: No sir, I think you've told me enough. Scrapper releases his grip on Scavenger's neck. Scrapper: Thanks to Scavenger here, it looks like we have start over. All: WHAT! Hook: Do you realize how long it takes for me to build this? Haul: And how much I have to carry? Mix: I'm not complaining, I'm just mixing. Scrapper: I don't care, chop, chop, lets get building. Scavenger: Guess I'll join them. Scrapper grabs him. Scrapper: No Scavenger, you are going to read the blueprints again, and this time, DO. NOT. MESS. UP. Or Megatron will throttle us if we don't get this right. Haul: Razzafrazzen... Hook: Ugh. Bone: Nice going Scavenger. Scrapper goes over to Mixmaster, who's mixing some sort of molten mixture in a smelting pot. Scrapper: How goes the coating? Mix: Almost there. Mixmaster then spurts some sludge like substance from the nozzles on his head into the glowing orange mixture. He then proceeds to stick his finger into it, and then proceeds to taste it. Mix: Not sweet enough. He proceeds to grab a box and drops a bunch nuts, bolts, and screws into the pot, and after a brief pause throws the box in. Scrapper: Glad to know your doing something right. As the Constructicons tear down the statue, Megatron, Straxus, and Shockwave enter the premises. Shock: These are the six you suggested? Straxus: Yes. Shock: They don't exactly look like the types I'd consider. Megatron: They may not look like much, but they have there place among us, and it's time we put them to better use. Shock: If you insist. The three approach the group, and the sight of them causes them to spring up. Scrapper: Uh, Lord Megatron, Straxus... Straxus: LORD Straxus. Scrapper: Sorry sir, my error, uh what brings you down here? Megatron: Scrapper, your contributions to the cause have been greatly appreciated. Scrapper: Thank you, sir. Megatron: But how would you like to have a bigger part in the Decepticon army? Scrapper: Bigger, sir? Megatron: Yes, Shockwave here has been looking for volunteers for a project, and we've decided that you six are perfect for this project. Scrapper: Give me a nano-click would you, we'd like to think it over. Scrapper turns around. Scrapper: (quietly) Group huddle. The six then get in a tight circle and put there heads together. (All speaking quietly) Scavenger: I think we should accept there offer. Haul: You don't get a say in this. Scavenger: I'm a part of this group just as much as you are. Scrapper: Shut up, both of you. None of that matters now. Bone: This could be our big chance. Hook: Or our certain doom! Mix: You worry too much. Scavenger: This is our chance to be seen has something other builders. Haul: The screw up has a point, I'm in. Mix: Me too. Bone: Me three. Hook: Ugh, fine, me four. Scrapper: It's settled then. The six then separate and Scrapper approaches the three cons. Scrapper: We discussed it, and we would honored. Shock: Excellent. As the three turn to leave, Megatron turns around. Megatron: And Scrapper, be sure that you finish that statue. It seems to be taking you longer then I expected. Scrapper: 'gulp' Yes, sir.
Took me awhile, but I finally got it. And a over 1000 views! I did not except to get this far. Thanks to all my readers. Chapter XII A Walk Orion sleeps on his recharge slab, he is completely still. All of a sudden, he starts to stir. He's back in the park and he sees his brother Dion, back turned and several meters away. Pax: Dion! He starts to run towards him, in a panicked state. Dion doesn't seem to notice him. Pax: Dion! He's only half way there when Dion turns around and doesn't seem worried, he smiles and waves at him. Pax: Dion! When he's only a quarter of the way there a explosion goes off, engulfing Dion in fire. Pax: NO! And at that very moment, a explosion goes off near Orion as well. Pax: GAH! Orion immediately snaps awake and looks around his quarters, it was just a dream. Orion sits up in bed and puts his head in his hands. He then gets up and steps out of his quarters. He thinks to himself and decides to go for a walk. He walks through the hallways of the massive complex and walks past the science facility. Only to be snapped out of his trance by a loud bang. ?: Heads up! At that moment, a missile flys out the doorway but Orion manages to duck and the missile slams into the wall. A white, red, and green bot comes running out and pulls the missile out of the wall. Wheeljack: At least it didn't explode. Pax: Good thing I ducked. Wheeljack: Yeah, woulda went right through ya. Wheeljack takes the missile into his workshop and Orion follows him in. Jack: Oh, where are my manners, I'm Wheeljack. Some people call me Jackie. Wheeljack holds his hand out. Pax: Orion Pax. Pax shakes Wheeljack's hand. Jack: Pax? Oh yeah, your Prime's new protege. Pax: How did you know? Jack: Word can travel fast in this place. Wheeljack then proceeds to throw the missile into a trash bin on the other side of the room. He grabs a wrench and proceed to start working on the source of the missile, a large automated sentry turret. Orion surveys Wheeljack's workshop, all he sees is junk. Pax: So your a Mechanic? Jack: Mechanic, Engineer, Inventor, Scientist, depends who you ask. A beeping sound then comes from the top of a shelf and Wheeljack to get it. He climbs up on the shelf and just as he reaches for the sound... the shelf gives way. Wheeljack then falls to the ground and covered in a pile of junk. He's sits up and shakes off any residue. Jack: I really need to fix that. Wheeljack gets up and holds the source of the beeping, a communicator. Jack: Hey Brainstorm, what is it? Brainstorm: Did it work? Jack: No, still has a few kinks. Brainstorm: Well keep at it. Everyone will feel safer with automated defenses around the base. Jack: You mean Red Alert will. Brainstorm: Yeah, yeah. Jack: Oh, hold on Stormy. Brainstorm: Don't call me Stormy. Wheeljack holds up the communicator to Orion, which then proceeds to scan him. Jack: See what you can up with. Brainstorm: Sure thing. Wheeljack hangs up. Pax: Who was that? And why did you scan me. Jack: That was Brainstorm, our weapons specialist. Some of us call him a mad scientist. But with the things he builds, can't really complain. Jack: As for your other question, with someone as special as you, we can't just send you into battle with a plain old rifle. No, you my friend require something special. Wheeljack reaches back and grabs two handles on his shoulders and pulls out two swords. Jack: He made made me these. Pax: I appreciate it. I better get going. Orion turns and leaves. Jack: See you around. Shortly after Orion leaves, the missile in the trash explodes. Leaving a massive hole in the wall. Jack: Note to self, get Hoist to fix workshop... again. Orion continues to walk, once again entering a trance like state. And once again he is snapped out of it when he passes by a training area, only this one is for the more experienced. In it he sees Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, a large red bot. They are all fighting holo-combatants. The twins fight in perfect tandem, punching and kicking with surprising speed. The larger bot is slower but no lesser a fighter. He pounds the combatants with surprising force, taking some of their heads clean off. One charges him and he just grabs him, lifts him up in the air and rips him in half. The last one tries to sneak behind him, but he sees him coming and when he whirls around, his arm is a built in mini gun! The combatant is nothing but pieces in seconds. Sunstreaker: Not too shabby, Ironhide. Sideswipe: Not too shabby? He shredded, literally. Sunstreaker: Wasn't as fast as me. Sideswipe: Please, I'm faster then you, I'm the former racer. Sunstreaker: But I had more kills then you. Sideswipe: No you didn't. Sunstreaker: Yes I did. Sideswipe: Ok then, I'll ask Teletran. Hey Teletran, who got the most kills. Teletran: The most number of kills belongs to... Ironhide. Sunstreaker: What?! Sideswipe: See. Sunstreaker: I still think I beat you. Ironhide: You know what annoys me more then anything in the world. Sideswipe: No, what? Ironhide: You two! Sideswipe turns his head and sees Orion standing there watching. Sideswipe: Hey Sunstreaker, look who it is. Sunstreaker: Yeah, it's our first recruit of the day, Orion Pax. Pax: I remember you two, when walked up to the desk, you were both fighting. Sunstreaker: Hey, we're twins. It's a thing. Ironhide: So this Sentinel's new protege. Your bigger then I expected. Pax: I get that a lot. Ironhide: So what brings you down here? Pax: Oh just needed a walk. And that case I better get going. Ironhide squints his optics as Orion leaves and decides to follow him. Ironhide: Hey, kid. The twins may not see it, but I do. Now tell me what's troubling you? Orion clenches his fist and opens up. Pax: I've been having nightmares, from the day my brother died. I can't recharge so I walk, in order to clear my head. Ironhide then puts his arm around Orion. Ironhide: Come on kid. Pax: Where are we going? Ironhide: There's a bar on the base, I'm going to buy you a drink. Pax: I don't drink. Ironhide: There's a first time for everything kid.
Next one. Chapter XIII Combination Within Darkmount, six individuals are becoming a single powerful weapon. In Shockwave's lab, he modifies the six Constructicons. Scrapper: So uh, what exactly are you doing to us, doc? Shock: I am modifying your bodies so that you will be able to combine into a single being. Hook: Wait, did you say combine? Shock: Yes. Long: Were going to be put together?! Shock: Yes. Scavenger: But I like myself the way I am! Shock: Don't worry, you'll still be... you. Bone: Then why the hesitation? Shock: Cause there is possibility that your minds might not survive the process. A look of worry enters the Constructicons. Hook: So you're saying, that not only are we being permanently put together, but there's a possibility that we could also loose our minds??? Shock: You think I said permanently? No, you'll be able to separate. Scrapper: Well there's that at least. Scavenger: And your not worried about the part where we might lose our minds?! Shock: Tell me Constructicons, what is it that brought you together. Scrapper: Simple, we wanted to help build a new era for Cybertron. Shock: And that's it, right there. Scrapper: What? Shock: Your drive, it what you all share, and that's what will make this a success. Hook: It better. Meanwhile, the Insecticons Barrage and Chop Shop, watch from above. Barrage: Better them then us. CS: Yeah, we've been worked on enough. Hardshell then comes walking up, unnoticed by the others. Chop Shop then looks to his left and is startled. CS: Gah! Don't sneak up on me like that! I could've shot yah. Hard: Sure you would've. CS: What are you doing down here any way? Hard: I'm watching master Shockwave work, like I always do. Barrage: Like you always do? Hard: Of course, Shockwave is a artist and I am humbled to be in his presence. CS: Yeah you keep saying that. Chop Shop turns to Barrage and does the crazy sign which Barrage snickers to, only for Hardshell to notice. He grabs Chop Shop by the neck and slams him against the wall. Hard: By insulting me, you insult our master. We all owe our lives to Shockwave and if you ever insult that again... Hardshell's horn points towards Chop Shop's head. Hard: ...and I shall lobotomize you, leaving nothing but a husk of what you once were. Hardshell releases Chop Shop and resumes his watch. Barrage: Maybe it's best we go. CS: (shaken) Agreed. Cycles pass, and Shockwave's work is complete. Out in a large open area, Shockwave and the Constructicons stand, while a crowd of Decepticons have gathered at the edges, with Megatron and Straxus at the center. Shockwave turns and addresses the six. Shock: Remember, focus on your drive. And with that, you shall be one. Scrapper: You heard him guys, let's do this. Megatron silences the crowd. Megatron: We are gathered here today, to see our next step towards a new era! Shockwave, if you will. Shockwave nods and in turn nods at the Constructicons, who then step forward. Shock: Constructicons, combine! Scrapper and Mixmaster then transform and there alt modes then the backs of their alt modes then stand up. Long Haul leaps into the air, transforms, his alt mode bends in half, with his back end splitting in half, and attaches to Scrapper and Mixmaster, forming a waist. Hook jumps up, transforms, bends in half sideways, and attaches to Long Haul. Scavenger and Bonecrusher jump, transform, their alt modes treads fold out and attach to both sides of Hook and out pop a pair of hands. (Throughout the whole process the Constructicons appear to grow in size.) And finally a head pops out of Hook, with a glowing red visor. And on it's chest, a Decepticon insignia shines. Shock: Behold, DEVASTATOR! The crowd of Decepticons up roars. While Megatron stands there, a malevolent smile on his face. Shockwave points at a nearby building. Shock: Devastator! Destroy! Devastator obeys and raises his fist into the air. And brings it down with such force, the building crumbles in seconds. Straxus: I believe a test run is in order, Megatron. Megatron: Agreed. Devastator stands looking out into the crowd as the they applaud his immense power.
Finally a fanfic that gives Brainstorm some love! And there are no humans or Bay-styled bots! (No offense to the artists, but those designs look, meh)
Took longer then I thought, but it's worth it. Chapter XIV Test Run On the edge of the Sea of Rust, the largest rust desert on the planet, lies an Autobot outpost. One of many across the planet. It's objective, to watch for enemy activity. But for some regions, this can be quite.... quiet. ?: BORING!!! ?: Gah! Warpath, are you going to keep doing that? Warpath: I can't help it Cliffjumper, some times I just need to... yell! Cliffjumper: Every few cycles? Warpath: You make it seem weird. Cliff: It is weird! A green bot with a missle on his shoulder comes walking over, this is Hound, Autobot Tracker and Scout and the outposts leader. Hound: Will you two shut up! Cliff: It's not my fault he yells at random. And what are we doing out here anyway? I rather be fighting cons. Warpath: Same here. Hound: We're out here to watch FOR cons. Cliff: Still not the same. Hound: Cosmos watches for cons for a living, we're only here for a Deca cycle. Warpath: I still don't like it! Hound turns and walks away. Hound: Figures, two of the most impatient Autobots in the army and I'm stuck with em. Hound head inside the building at the center of the outpost, and in one of the rooms is a large white and red bot going over scientific data. Hound: Hey, Jetfire. Jetfire: Oh, hello, Hound. Those two loudmouths annoying you again? Hound: I swear the stress those two are giving me is killing me. Jetfire: Oh you'll be fine. Hound: Hey can I ask you a question? Jetfire: Go ahead. Hound: Why does a scientist of your caliber choose to on an outpost near the Sea of Rust? Jetfire thinks for a second and then answers. Jetfire: It's quiet out here, I enjoy the isolation. Besides, nothing happens out here anyway. Hound: Tell that to those two out there. Jetfire chuckles as out in the land surrounding the outpost... A drop ship lands just out of range of the outposts vision, it's occupants, deadly. Out of the drop ship steps Starscream, the Constructicons, ten Vehicons, and a con with what appears to be a lens on his chest, a red stripe on his right arm, and a blue on his left. Starscream: Reflector, get in position. Reflector nods and and goes up to a hill nearby and transforms into what resembles a giant futuristic camera. And he focuses his lens.... on the outpost. Bone: Why did we have to bring this stiffs along, Commander Starscream? A Vehicon looks at Bonecrusher with a deadly glare. Star: Your not the only one that needs breaking in. Long: And why did you request to lead this? Star: Cause I have something personal to take care of, now get in position. Scrapper: You heard him, let's go. Star: Vehicons, stay here and wait for Constructicons to clear a path. Vehicon: Yes sir. Starscream and the Vehicons hold position as the Constructicons walk towards the outpost. Bot: Sir! Hound: What is it? Bot: Six contacts approaching on foot. Hound, Warpath, and Cliffjumper all look out from the top of the outposts wall's and see the Constructicons walking towards them. Hound: Weapons and Turrets at the ready! A spotlight then shines on Constructicons, who come to a stop, the whole outpost has there guns trained on them. Hound: Surrender or we will fire on you! Hook: Now? Scrapper: Now. Scrapper: Constructicons combine! In seconds the Constructicons begin their monstrous merging. Hound: Primus, Open fire! Everyone unloads on the combiner, but it's too late. The process is complete. Devastator: PREPARE FOR EXTERMINATION! The weapons fire doesn't even phase Devastator as he steps forward and crushes a turret with massive fist, ripping it off it's mount and throwing it into the outpost, where it explodes. Hound, Warpath, and Cliffjumper manage to jump off the wall as Devastator plows through it, sending several Autobots flying. Cliff: What in the name of Primus is that thing? War: I don't know, but what I do know is it's getting a face full of shell. Warpath goes running out at Devastator and transforms into his tank form, aims... War: Boom. ...and fires. The shot hits Devastator clean in the face, who then proceeds to stumble, but all that he has is a scorch mark on his face and an angry glare... pointed at Warpath. War: Uh oh. Hound: Warpath, get out of there! Warpath tries to run away, but Devastator grabs him in giant fist and lifts him up. Devastator: I'LL CRUSH YOU FOR THAT! But before he can, he gets hit the face again. This time, from Cliffjumper with a giant cannon. This causes Devastator to loose his grip and drop Warpath. As the Autobots continue to fire on Devastator, they forget what's coming behind them. Bot: Agh! Bot 2: What the?! Agh! Another Autobot turns around and sees the source of the deaths, Vehicons. He tries to shoot, but is immediately set upon by one of them. He punches it square in the face, but the Vehicon isn't even phased. In a flurry of punches, the bot is dead. In seconds, Vehicons rush into the outpost, killing mercilessly left and right with fists and blasters. And all the while, Starscream walks through the carnage. His target... the building in the center of the outpost, which he ordered Devastator not to touch. Inside is Jetfire, trying to save what he can of his work and staying inside just to be save. Star: Hello, Jetfire. Jetfire: Huh? Jetfire turns around... and is shot in the stomach. Jetfire: ( in pain ) Urgh... Starscream? Star: Hello, old friend. Or should I say former friend. Jetfire: I knew we had our different views, but this? Star: Times change. And the old ways will no longer work. I am now part of what will be Cybertron's new Golden Age. And you stay stuck in the old ways. Jetfire: Why don't you just do what you came here to do. Star: You think I'm here to kill you? No, I'm going let you live, just so you can see how right I was. Star: See you around Jetfire, if I ever do. As Starscream leaves, Hound comes running in. Hound: Jetfire! Cliffjumper get in here! Cliffjumper comes running in, big cannon in hand. Hound: Help me get him up. We have to get to a dropship. Cliff: Yeah, if they aren't all smashed already. They carry Jetfire out, where the remaining soldiers are trying to fight both Devastator and the Vehicons. Over the far end of the outpost, are several drop ships. Hound calls over a soldier. Hound: We need to get him out of here, cover us. Bot: Don't worry sir, we're right behind you. All the remaining Autobots continue to fire, but there numbers are dropping fast. Hound and Cliffjumper make their way over to one of the drop ships, only to find a Vehicon blocking their way. Hound: I'll take care of this. Cliffjumper is left to hold Jetfire, which he strains to do. Hound and the Vehicon face each other, and fight. Punch after punch is thrown, matching each other move for move. But the Vehicons durability proves to be the deciding factor as he manages to flip Hound onto his back. But as he points his blaster at Hound's head... his whole chest explodes. And there stands Warpath, his chest cannon's barrel smoking. Hound: Thanks for the save. War: I should thank our attackers, they made my whole day. Hound gives Warpath a look. War: What? Hound: Just help me with Jetfire. The three then get the wounded Jetfire into the ship and Hound gets into the cock pit. Cliff: Uh, Hound. That giant has just spotted us. Devastator stomps over and sends his leg through the row of drop ships, but Hound just manages to get it airborne in time, but the ship still receives a scratch to one of its engines. With the ships destroyed, Devastator obliterates the rest of the outpost. And all the while, Reflector sits atop the hill. He notices the lone drop ship escaping, and he turns his lens towards it. His lens then converts into a cannon, and fires a beam at the drop ship. Which sends it crashing down into the Sea of Rust...
