Death of a Titan

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  1. Nemesis Scar

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    It is an age of darkness in the galaxy. For untold millennia, a war has been waged across the stars. Entire systems have been consumed in this conflict, their worlds burning in its wake. On one side, stand the noble Autobots. For well over a thousand years, their leader, Optimus Prime, has been entombed within the Temple of Knowledge on their homeworld of Cybertron. He is of the living dead, and writhes with a power long forgotten. His word is law, and his vigilance eternal.

    For him alone, countless millions live and die. Factory-worlds churn out weapons and armor for his legions. Great fleets cross the stellar distance, guided through the dark void by the shining light of his Creation Matrix. Armies of a thousand species fight in his glorious name. Greatest among his warriors are the Elite Guard, fanatical super-warriors of unmatched prowess.

    Opposing them are the Decepticons. They aim to subjugate, conquer, and destroy, driven by a blood feud with the Autobots whose origins are long forgotten. Led by the ruthless and brilliant Megatronus of Kaon, their war of conquest is relentless, and their march without end. To the Decepticons, the stars are their birthright, and theirs alone. All who stand in their way are to be destroyed.

    Their war has lasted for millenia, and there is no end in sight...


    The earth of Lucifer churned and heaved beneath the treads, lift fans, and anti-gravitic plates of the Fourth Computerized Division. Tanks in the thousands crawled on the ground like ants, or in the cases of the more advanced models, soared over it like so many mayflies. Each Autobot bristled with guns like porcupine spines, in a staggering variety of calibers. Some bore siege powerguns, meant to batter down the walls of their target with sheer firepower. Others, a thermal ray cannon. Others still mounted a rack of missiles with plasma warheads. All, however, were armed to the teeth.

    Before the Fourth lay their target, a Trypticon-class mobile fortress. Lumbering across the rocky plains, its massive form was redolent of the saurian predators of old Earth. Thick cybertanium plating covered its mighty, bulging-at-the-seams shape. Possessed of an animalistic second-born intellect, the humongous, hulking thing was designed and intended for one purpose and one purpose only: to sterilize planets of life, so that its masters could colonize them. The thing had an arsenal of such might that it could beat back armies on its own. Its destruction would be a hammer blow to the ‘Con war effort.

    “Thar she blows!” Harpoon, the Fourth’s commanding officer, buzzed over vox. “Quickly, boys! Before she can fire off a shot, let’s give ‘er hell!” Steaming towards the terrific thing before them, he levelled his powergun at it and barked a quick order to his men. “1st Regiment, engage! Fire for effect!” As soon as the order was transmitted, the guns of the 1st roared to life. Firing in unison, they unleashed an apocalyptic barrage from the barrels of their guns. Sped forth by tremendous electromagnetic forces, the tungsten projectiles of the powerguns flew towards the Trypticon, piercing its cybertanium skin and wreaking havoc on its internals.

    The barrage hit true, and it didn’t take long for the titan to notice. They had hurt it, and in its hurt, it was enraged. Turning with a sweep of its tail, it opened its cavernous maw to reveal a long, pyramidal crystal within. With an audial-splitting roar, the Trypticon breathed death upon its foe, sending forth a laser from its mouth. The 1st was devastated in seconds. In the laser’s wake were scattered, burning Autobots, their carcasses split in two.

    Harpoon, luckily, was one of the survivors of this initial response. “We’re not done yet!” He gritted his teeth as he spoke. “Not by a long shot!” His hover-tank alt-mode was quick enough to convey him out of the beam’s path, but his men had not been so lucky. “2nd and 3rd, form Cantabrian circles! Any survivors from 1st, continue firing!”

    The regiments did as they were told, forming up single-file in a circular formation and spinning around. As each tank came to face the Trypticon, they unleashed their deadly payloads - the plasma missiles for the 2nd, the thermal rays for the 3rd. Deadly splashes of plasma burnt away the thing’s armor, and the thermal rays cut through it like a hot knife through butter. This, combined with the fire from the survivors of the 1st, seemed to compound the damage done in the initial barrage. Little by little, the beast slowed, the bites of so many gnats taking their toll. It was dying, and it knew this.

    But it would not go down without a fight. Stomping towards the insects before it, it let out a final roar of defiance. Charging towards the twin Cantabrian circles, it let loose its full arsenal upon the foe. Its mouth laser cut a deadly swathe through the enemy host. Missile silos in its spiny back slid open, releasing their deadly contents into the air before it. Chest turrets swung into position, their autocannons blazing. But even this was not enough.

    So many bites, and in so many directions. It could rage all it wished. What happened next was inevitable. The Trypticon lurched forward and fell to the ground, kicking up a massive cloud of dust and crushing all those unfortunate to be underneath.

    “It’s dead!” Harpoon cried in victory. Indeed it was.

    Well over 5,000 mechs were gone.
     
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    Now this is an interesting take - I'm getting a bit WH40K vibe, especially with your interpretation of Optimus as the Emperor of Mankind. I'm not sure if I like him being the autocrat that he's implied to be here, but it's definitely different compared to the usual take. Of course, if you're drawing on WH40K, then he may not have much of a say anymore.

    Little notes I liked:
    1. Your weapons descriptions - they were brief, but they were more than what you usually see.
    2. Old Earth implies that the Great War already hit Earth and hit it hard. I'm definitely curious to learn more.
    3. The idea of the various titans as being classes of titan is a neat idea (one that I've thought of for gestalts, coincidentally). They're absolute monsters; 5000 bots to kill one Titan, and their commander considers it a victory. Kind of makes me wonder how bad the other options they had that a bloodbath like that was the best one.

    I'm looking forward to the next installment.
     
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    Thanks! It was indeed supposed to be "grimdark Transformers". The little opening segment is inspired by the "Dark Millennium" spiel at the beginning of every 40k book.

    Earth still exists. It's just that humanity, under the rule of the Autobot-aligned Human Confederacy, has long ago left it behind. On colony worlds across the galaxy, Earth is but a distant memory. Humanity has changed radically over the years, too. For example, the gene-hanced soldiers of the Ecumenical Church's Order of St. Lazarus the Transfigured are one of many allies the Autobots can count upon.
     
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    Huh. I was thinking that humanity had gotten wiped out.

    You've clearly put a lot of thought into your setting's background lore.