Discussion in 'Transformers Fan Fiction' started by Falcadore, Nov 9, 2005.
Don't let the sword narrow your thoughts...
At first I thought you had pulled "Harder than heck to find comiccon exclusive NEMESIS PRIME" out of the woodworking. Then there was that last line and now I'm not so sure who the hell it is. GJ
Oh it's Nemesis Prime alright.
But wait... there wasn't a Nemesis Prime in G1...
Chapter 15 - Nemesis Prime
A message was received, a beckon, a call for help, protect the Prime!
System activation began. Hibernation systems deactivated. Power flooded through hydraulic systems. Pumps sped up to redline before slowing to idle. Energon flow, once at a trickle, rapidly built up speed as pumps spooled up. A spark once dormant, grew bright. Two dark blue eyes flared and settled, bright as a summers day.
The soldier returned to life once more.
Once, the soldier was an officer with no equal. Racing through the ranks despite relative age, his abilities for tactics, delegation and field command were without equal. In time he became the leading general of his army.
When his leader fell, he was ready to take supreme command, but he was passed over in favour of an archivist. He accepted the decision and became a mentor for the young leader, a set of powerful shoulders to help carry the burden. They became friends as well as colleagues, and trusted each other implicity.
Until the dark times. His great friend left on an desperate expedition of hope, leaving the soldier in command as the dark times approached. A command which then shrank year by year, his people driven further and further underground, crimped by enemy forces and by starvation, each day one step closer to extinction.
Each year there were fewer and fewer and the enemy grew stronger and the pain of the loss never receeded. No-one ever lost faith in his ability to command, and if anything, that made the growing list of failures even more painful. The soldier had no confidant to confide in. He had to be strong by himself. But it was not enough.
Even after his friend returned, shifting the tide along with it, providing inspiration where the soldier could not. It was a brief resurgence. In a time of desperation the great commander died, his sacrifice saving the battle that the soldier could not.
On his deathbed, his best friend, his commander had entrusted in him that which he had valued most. The Matrix of Leadership, the symbol, and the actuality of the stewardship of his people, to lead them through the dark times and be ready for hour of greatest need.
But Galvatron had taken the Matrix from him and destroyed him in the process. Some miracle of the junk planet had saved him, but the baton of leadership has passed, and while he had paused, thinking on his own personal fortune, another had picked up the torch.
In the years to come he had remained in the inner circle, but he was plagued by something no commander could ever afford to have.
Then came the time of the resurrection, and eager to restore his confidence, he followed his old friend back to Earth, to correct another of his failures, to find those who had been left behind all those years ago. Another failed responsibility. He had been piloting when disaster had struck. Leaving the aristocrat behind to fly the ship he had raced to the engine room to fix what had gone wrong.
The saboteur was still there, using his piledrivers to keep him at bay his work was completed and the engine was dead, unable to be repaired quickly. Those deadly piledrivers shattered his cranial armour, exposing delicate braincase, but the saboteur was defeated. Too late. All within the shuttle were doomed, dooomed to either a fiery death in re-entry or to a shattering impact far below on the surface.
Then there was nothing. Until revival.
His Prime was there, not in presence, but in word and thought. All could be set right. All he had to do was protect. Protect the Prime while he did what was neccessary to be done. This was important. Supremely important. He would be the nemesis of those trying to prevent. He was given a new frame, every bit as powerful as the Prime himself. He was rechristened as a Prime, a recognition of the valiant efforts for all those centuries and a chance for redemption.
You, he said, will be Nemesis Prime.
Grasping the heavy blaster at his side a huge heavy black leg stepped forward with a crash, leaving the hibernation chamber. There were voices nearby, potential threats to the security of the Prime. The time had come, and has enemies would feel his magnified grasp. Weight was transferred and the left leg, a huge metallic tower in black stepped forward. The distant voices stopped.
Well might they be wary, for I shall be their nemesis. For Optimus, I will defend you. I will not fail you again.
i love how you gave ultra magnus a charecter and explained the existance and past of nemesis prime
it was obvious but not, i didn't connect sunstreaker's shuttle dream with ultra magnus' shuttle as i didn't think it returned. interesting how far from being prime's nemisis he is ultimately his protector
WOW!!! Thats one hell of a twist!!! Keep up the excellent work!
Zomg, Falc, you just took my glass house of reality, and hit it with a big hammer.
I just finished reading all 15 chapters at my girlfriends recomendation and I must say Im really enjoying the story. Can't wait for the next chapter. I do like the twist of turning Magnus into Nemesis Prime.
Thank you for the kind words. I really appreciate the encouragement. The next chapter is well on the way, and I'll tease a bit with two words.
By the way - did either of you try the prequel to this tale, Alternators: Isolation?
I did not realize there was a prequel. I assume that it explains a lot of gory details of how the different alts got killed off (i.e. Hound, Ravage, Decepticharge, etc)?
Falcadore, keep on writing and keep up to date
Swim, swim more than meets the eye
Glub, glub robots in desguis
Yes it does. Also goes into how the personalities changed for the familiar figures. The hatred Sideswipe feels for Dead End. Why the Autobots feared Decepticharge. What happened to change Silverstreak. The source of Grimlocks anger. How Jazz got his 'groove back' and what doing that did to Tracks...
If anyone hasn't read the prequel I'd really recommend it. Unless you have an addictive personality or something important to do cos it sucks you in. Good stuff
Just read Alternators: Infiltration/prequel.
HOLY CRAP!!!! While I know nothing of the Alternators line (or much past G1 & BW/BM) other than they were a toy line...
It felt like you were channeling G1 & comics.
I liked the way you explained Prowl - and I agree about him going out like he did.(frankly, I disliked how ANY of them were offed... but there's some nice fanfics that adress that too, hehe). As well as addressed the whole grey=dead.
I look forward to catching up on Destiny.
when's the next update?
it's been a heck of a while
in the words of that black guy in every single movie trailer
isn't that guy that jedi snakes on poor octane actor dude. and also:
can i have some more sir?
Nah it's Tyrese, he was in 2 Fast 2 Furious if I recall correctly.
And yes, more of the story would be lovely, the Nemesis Prime twist was certainly interesting
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