Transformers: Retribution

Discussion in 'Transformers Fan Fiction' started by alphie, Aug 6, 2005.

  1. alphie

    alphie Veteran

    Nov 13, 2002
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    This is an idea that I have been really thinking about. An idea that I got after watching Armada and Energon.

    What if there wasn't Prime or any of the original characters in a story, at least not for awhile. What if instead of the Ark landing intact, it broke apart? So, many what ifs. But what I really thought about was a collection of sorts. Instead of energon or minicons, what about Autobots or Decepticons? This is what I'm thinking about right now. Just a few pages, but I would like your opinion on it.

    Basically, I'm using the same characters in the other story that I was working on. In a way, I kinda like this better. *shrugs* But what do I know?

    Autobot Underground Movement base, Cybertron

    The small room was very crowded with the special elite force of the Autobot army, The Omnibots. Once a very small group only consisting of ten members it had grown to twenty-four, with each bot having a special ability completely unique to him or herself. The Omnibots were split into three groups, the best being a team that was simply called: Outcasts. A name that appropriately fit the team since neither bot in the Outcasts seemed to fit in with the Omnibots including their leader.

    Strike, the leader of the group called: Freedom walked up to the front of the room and turned on the holographic projector. On the table where the sub-leaders and their second-in-command sat a map of an unknown planet appeared. Then a holographic pad was given to the two sub-leaders that sat at the table. One in particular quickly shook his head when he saw what was written.

    “There is no way in Primus that I’m going to do this.”

    “There is no choice, Sonicblaze. We need Optimus Prime and his Autobots to help us out.” Strike opened his pad and changed the image of the map to Optimus Prime’s shuttle, dubbed the Ark, by many. “Two teams will be sent to search for Optimus Prime and his team. Those two teams are going to be Outcasts and Terror, lead by Sonicblaze and Mirror Blade.” The map again switched to the unknown planet map after Strike was finished speaking.

    Sonicblaze shook his head. “Mirror Blade will kill the Autobots, not help them.”

    The black robot quickly stood up from his seat at the table. “Say that again!”

    “I said; ‘You’ll kill the Autobots, not help them.”

    “Why you little…” Mirror Blade jumped on the table causing everybody near Sonicblaze to scoot as far away as they could in the crowded room, including Sonicblaze’s second-in-command, Beltline. “If you want to fight, then fight!”

    “Enough!” Strike grabbed Mirror Blade’s arm and tried to drag the thin-framed bot off the table, but had no luck. “Mimic, control your brother!”

    Mimic, unlike his thin-framed brother was rather stocky and easily took down Mirror Blade by just picking him up and throwing him on the ground. Everybody in the room thought the brother’s were going to start duking it out and made room accordingly. But the brother’s just stared at each other till both turned away and headed back to their spots.

    Strike then began to wonder about the decision made by the elders and Ultra Magnus. Why send two teams on a mission when they can’t even stand each other? What was the purpose in that?

    He took a deep, calming breath then took a pen and pointed it to a location on the map. “This is where the probe spotted the first signal. And this,” He moved the pen allowing for a new section of the map to be highlighted. “This is where the second signal is.”

    “Did the shuttle split up?” Asked Blade Runner, a member of Outcasts.

    “It appears that it might have. Which is the reason why we decided to send two teams. It will take quite some time to locate all of the missing Autobots.” Strike lowered his pad and shook his head. “Unfortunately the equipment that we have won’t be able to identify Autobot from Decepticon.” He looked at Sonicblaze. “That is where you will have an advantage.”

    The Outcast commander glanced at a bot standing in the corner with his arms crossed. The bot was nearly all black with only slight dark maroon highlights on his chest, arms and legs. His armor wasn’t glossy, instead it was matte which made reflection off the surface much more difficult. He was built with stealth in mind which meant he had no optics. Instead, he had a thick metal visor that hid what remained of his optics casing. The plus about not having optics is he could since sparks and many other things that he still wouldn’t quite mention. All Sonicblaze knew he was one stealthy reconnaissance plane, which came in handy on numerous occasions.

    The bot nodded his head. “I will do my best.”

    “Very well.” Strike brought up two holographic shuttle images, one labeled Rebirth the other Hope. “Sonicblaze will be in charge of Rebirth and Mirror Blade, Hope.” A few chuckles began to reverberate throughout the crowd which did get a smile from Strike. “I wasn’t the one to pick the names. Anyway, the shuttles are large, they have to be to carry the medical bays and sonar finding equipment. Each team will be aside a medic and a scientist picked from the Autobot ranks. Outcasts, you have Perceptor and Red Alert. Terror, you have Redline and Beaker.”

    Mirror Blade shook his head. “That isn’t fair, Strike. They get the best and we get just rookies. What is up with that?”

    Strike shrugged. “I don’t know Mirror Blade I just give the orders.”

    “Great, just great.” Mirror Blade leaned back in his seat to get a better look of the rookie, Redline who stood three seats away from him. “He looks a bit small.”

    “That’s because he’s a mini-bot.” Strike sighed then looked around him at the Omnibots going on the mission. “This mission is vitally important to the Autobots. If none of the Omnibots contact us within a vorn, then I’m afraid all hope is lost.” He glanced down at his pad then back up at the crowd before him. “The shuttles will leave in 0900. I wish you all the best of luck. Meeting is dismissed.”

    After the meeting Beltline ran up to catch up with his commander Sonicblaze, who apparently seemed to be in a great hurry even though there was plenty of time before the shuttle launch. Sonicblaze didn’t even notice Beltline as he walked at his side. It took the mini-bot to finally slam into a bot much bigger than him for the commander to notice his presence.

    “You okay, Beltline?”

    “Yeah, I’m fine.” Beltline shook his head briefly to get back in focus. “Listen sir, this mission they are talking about, it’s suicide.”

    Sonicblaze nodded his head. “Yes it is. You have a problem with that?”

    “No, of course not sir.” Beltline dodged another Autobot and had to run to keep up with his commander. “But sir, is it possible. If the probes are true that means that Optimus Prime and the other bots are scattered all over that planet.” He sighed then shook his head. “Don’t want to sound too morbid sir, but there will be plenty of body parts to throw us off. What then?”

    “Gather them up and hope to Primus that we find the owner.” Sonicblaze paused in the hallway to look at the youngest second-in-command in the Autobot forces. “Don’t think too hard, Beltline. Just relax and get yourself ready for the launch.”

    Beltline nodded. “Of course, sir.”

    Sonicblaze began to walk down the hall, his mind on other things then the mission. Just a few orns ago he was told about the experiments that was done on most of his team. Experiments that made him shiver just thinking about them. Sure he was tested beyond what he could tolerate, but thinking that Beltline and Echo went through the same slag he did it just seemed to him that the Decepticons are crossing too far over that fine line.

    He glanced at the small bot by his side, amazed that he looked pretty normal. One would never guess that the mini-bot had enough power in him to level Darkmount. It was amazing to see Beltline in action, but it was also spark retching. Every time the bot would use his attack he would go into instant stasis lock. Thus the reason why Beltline only fired his cannons twice since they were brutally attached to his body by Shockwave, several vorns ago.

    “Sonicblaze sir, Perceptor and Red Alert is waiting inside your room. They will like to talk to you.” Said Blade Runner as he stepped up to Sonicblaze’s side.

    “Very well, tell them I will be with them in two breems.” He patted Beltline on the shoulder. “You’re a good bot, Beltline. Don’t second guess yourself.”

    Beltline paused at his commander’s words, kinda shocked that Sonicblaze would say something like that. Sonicblaze hardly ever said encouraging words to the bots under his command, instead he rather show gratitude in simple gestures like an extra five minutes of break time or extra energon after a rough battle. So, getting a verbal praise from his commander was something that Beltline had to except with open arms.

    Blade Runner smiled down at the small bot. “That means something, Beltline.”

    “Yeah, I know. It’s kinda eerie though.”

    “Why you say that?”

    Beltline shrugged. “Well, we’re going on that mission tonight. Just seems like he knows that we might not make it.”

    “Don’t worry yourself. We’ve been on worse.” He nodded his head at Echo who was making his way down the hall by running his hand against the wall. Many bots in the Autobot forces knew not to mess with him when doing this. They knew if they did they would face the wrath of Sonicblaze or another team member from Outcasts. “What do you think of all of this, Echo?”

    “Could be worse.” Echo leaned against the wall and shrugged his massive shoulders. “At least we’ll be away from Shockwave for awhile.”

    “Here, here!” Redline, who was smaller then Beltline came up to them smiling. “It’s an honor to work along side your team, Beltline.”

    “Thank you.” Beltline shook the bot’s hand then patted his shoulder. “You should get yourself ready. It’s going to be a long trip.”

    Redline very excitedly nodded his head. “Right. I get right on that. Thanks.”

    When the young bot left Beltline had to laugh. “Was I like that when I first started?”

    “Luckily, no.” Blade Runner checked the clock on his arm then grinned. “Time to get ready team.”


    Deep in the shadows of Territory 13 a lone figure stood, waiting for someone that would make the trip to that unknown planet more tolerable. The figure needed to know for a fact why he was being sent. It made no sense to him that his team would be picked over Strike’s. What was he really going to do? Why pick him?

    “You came.” Said a scratchy voice behind him. “Don’t turn around. Just listen. Your mission is to intercept and destroy all remaining Autobots. Please, take out your hand.” When the figure did as he was told he felt something cool get placed in his hands. “This is very deadly. So, deadly in fact one once of it can kill all your team. Understand?”

    “Understood.” The figure brought his hand forward so he could see the cylindrical shape and biohazard sign. “What is this?”

    “Something that all Transformers fear. I am going to place three more vials on the ground behind you. Be very careful with this. One drop and you could be dead.”

    “Very well. Thank you for your help.” A cackle made the figure to quickly spin around to see who was really there, but he didn’t see anything. Instead at his boots laid three more vials, just a little bigger then what he carried in his hands. He picked them up, noticing what he didn’t notice before: the badge of Shockwave. “Clever.”

    Several Orns Later

    The planet came into view, a planet so beautiful Sonicblaze had to check to see if he had the coordinates right. When he was sure he nodded his head and stood from his command chair to look around him at his light crew. The only bots that weren’t in stasis were Beltline and Naito, the rest of the crew was below deck in stasis pods. Soon, they will be awakened for a hunt that could take vorns.

    “Sir, Mirror Blade’s ship is closing in fast.” Said a bewildered Naito. “He seems to be arming his rifles.”

    “What!” Sonicblaze quickly ran to the control console and tried to get hold of Mirror Blade. After five failed attempts he slammed his hand on the keyboard. “Slag it!”

    “Warning, warning!” Screeched the on-line computer, Zero-1. “Evasive action, evasive action. Locked, locked!”

    “I know that!” Sonicblaze sat down in his commander chair and pulled the shoulder bars over him till they locked in place. “Beltline, eject the decoys!”

    “Right!” Beltline swiveled in his chair to another console and punched a button. “Decoys are a go!” He then spun all the way around to face Sonicblaze. “Do you really think this is going to work?”

    “Pray to Primus it does!” Sonicblaze cursed under his breath as his ship rocked from a hit. “What the slag does he think he’s doing?”

    “Sir, we have life forms on the planet. I repeat, we have life forms on the planet.”

    “Slag it!” Sonicblaze grabbed hold of the armrests as his ship rocked again. “Set new coordinates, Zero-1. In case of crash landing, find a secure, empty location to land!”

    “Shield, sixty-five percent and decreasing rapidly!” Shouted Naito. “Sir, we need to do something!”

    Sonicblaze grabbed hold of the wheel in front of him, taking full control of the ship. “Naito, Beltline get ready!”

    “Get ready for what, sir!”

    “We’re taking Mirror Blade down with us!” Sonicblaze grunted as he pulled the ship hard to his left. “Hang on!”

    One Thousand Years Later

    A soldier, with his sleeves rolled up and a cigarette in his mouth walked the perimeter of the archeological sight, wondering why he was really here. It wasn’t like the dig was happening on third-world soil where looters were something to worry about. This dig is in the middle of nowhere right on the border of California and Arizona. What could be out here to worry about?

    He studied the horizon, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. There will be nothing out of the ordinary this far out from civilization. He took a deep breath then turned to take a glance at the massive dig that was taking place by a private company. A company with enough money to tear him away from the Army to stand guard. And over what? A pile of junk?

    “I have something!” A man a few years younger then the soldier waved for another man of the same age to come to him. “It’s not a comet!”

    This caused the soldier to quickly spin around to see what was really being uncovered by the team. There, something glistened as the sun hit it. But it was just suppose to be an archeological dig. This was turning more into a scientific dig. Now, it made sense as to why he was here. More then likely this dig was sponsored by the very government that gave him his weekly checks.

    “Bring in the back hoe!” The man with the glasses shook his head in disbelief. “Can’t believe we’ve found it, Buddy!”

    Buddy smiled back. “The myths say it was a comet, but this doesn’t look like no debris from a falling rock.” He lightly brushed some loose dirt to show the shiny metallic service underneath. “I just remembered something. Come with me, Charlie!”

    As the two men ran off, the soldier glanced around him to see that the only people around were the two person crew operating the back hoe. He was very curious to see what was inside the deep hole on the side of the mountain, but would he risk a discharge for it. Well, if he got a discharge then he will never be allowed to fight in Vietnam.

    “What the hell. The worse that can happen is I get yelled at.” The soldier slung his rifle on his shoulder then made his way down the slope towards the dig. As he got closer he could see how large this object really was. It was at least three stories tall. “Damn.”

    “You think so too, mister?” Said the back hoe operator. “I don’t know what it is, but I really don’t want to know. I’m just paid to dig.”

    The soldier placed his hand on the shiny service, surprised to feel a cold metallic surface. “Whatever it is, it’s not made by nature.” He cleaned off some dirt to find, amazingly enough a rivet line. “Holy shit!”

    “What are you doing here!” Yelled Buddy. “You should be guarding the area!”

    The soldier raised his hands. “Sorry, I was just really curious.”

    “Well, get away before you contaminate the sight.”

    “Right.” The soldier quickly took a step back, his curiosity now higher then ever. Whatever was inside that mountain had to be something big, so big that they had to hide it from even him. Hmmm….Wonder what it could be.
  2. Altercron

    Altercron Well-Known Member

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    sounds cool, reminds me that I didnt get anything done with my stuff today though...War of Ages isn't gonna write itself now is it?
  3. alphie

    alphie Veteran

    Nov 13, 2002
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    Chapter 2

    “Emergency stasis complete.”

    Beltline’s optics flashed open at the sudden rush of energon throughout his entire system. At first he didn’t know what had happened to him. All he knew was that he awoke after a very long stasis. But why? What had happened to him that would take his inner-computer so long to repair? And where was everybody else?

    He tried to get up, but found it impossible to do. “What the slag?” He tried once again, this time a loud metallic wrenching sound came from his chest, followed by a wave of pain. He didn’t want to look, but he had to. And when he did he dropped his head. “Great, just great.”

    A large piece of metal, possibly a brace for the hull somehow found it’s way straight through his chest. Lucky for him the piece just missed his spark cavity. But it still wasn’t comfortable.

    Very slowly he attempted to pull the piece out, realizing very quickly that his arms weren’t long enough. “Well, this sucks oil.”

    He flashed his lights on hoping to catch a glimpse of his teammates and when he did he was slightly disappointed. Naito, who usually sat next to him was now on his back, his boots sticking straight up into the air. He didn’t appear to be injured which was a good thing. He then turned his head towards Sonicblaze to see the commander slouched over, his left arm completely ripped off at the shoulder.

    “Sir, can you hear me? Beltline shifted in his seat, trying very hard to ignore the pain in his chest. “Zero-1, turn on now!” When the computer didn’t respond Beltline slammed his fist onto the armrest. “Slag it! Turn on now!”

    Zero-1’s lights suddenly came on and as they did Beltline got to see the full extent of the damage done to the decent size shuttle. “In Primus’ name what had happened to us?”


    The sudden shift in the dirt caused Charlie Cooper to quickly run away from the mountain for fear of a mudslide. He didn’t know what was happening, but whatever it was, the whole mountain side seemed to be caving inward. That was very odd. If anything it should be causing an avalanche. Then that would mean there is an empty space behind the rock. And a large one at that.

    “Everybody stand back!” Charlie scrambled up a large pile of dirt then watched as the whole side of the mountain caved in on itself. When it was finished he slid down to check out the damage. “Buddy, what do you think had happened?”

    Buddy shrugged. “I have no idea.” He waved for the back hoe to come back in, to start cleaning up the pile of dirt that was in their way. “I hope the cave in didn’t damage anything important.”

    “Well, if it did then we go home early.” With a wave of his hand the back hoe stopped, allowing him to step into the small pit that it had made. “I see something.”

    “What is it?”

    “I don’t know.” He picked up the small fragment and brushed the dirt off. “It’s metal.” He lifted it closer to his face to see the fine grooves of crafted, steel? But that can’t be possible. Can it?

    “Let me see it.” Buddy took it away from Charlie and shook his head. “Amazing.”

    Charlie gave a nod of his head. “Yes, it is. I have never seen anything like it before.” He smiled broadly. “Let’s start digging again.”


    In another shuttle many miles away another Autobot awoke, this one with one thing on his mind: his mission. He slowly got up from his command chair, his mechanical body still trying to rid itself of any injuries sustained in the crash. His energon began to boil just thinking about what had happened to him and his crew. That stupid Sonicblaze, he will definitely pay for what he did.

    He tightened his fist as he looked around at the wreckage that was once his team’s shuttle. Nearly everything inside the command room was bent, broken, or shattered. Wonder if the on-line computer still functioned? Well, only one way to find out.

    “Zero-3, release probe.” Mirror Blade stepped to the main console and slammed his hand hard onto one of the many panels. “Slag it!” He glanced around to see his crew in emergency stasis lock. “I guess it’s up to me to find Sonicblaze.”


    His soldier instincts told him that something was seriously wrong, really wrong. With small, slight movements as not to scare the civilians he got his M-16 rifle ready to fire. Even though everything appeared normal, the air told otherwise. But what was going to happen? All he could think about was another cave in. Except the problem was he felt that a dark, evil presence was drawing closer and closer to them.

    “Hold the back hoe, I believe we’ve got something here!” Shouted Buddy as he pulled his boonie hat tighter to his head. “Yep, we definitely have something. Check this out!”

    The soldier leaned forward just enough to see a large flat service within the rock of the mountain. The service almost appeared to be made out a solid piece of metal. But how can that be? Didn’t the guys say this site was over a thousand years old? Then what did this mean? Surely the Native Americans couldn’t have done something like this. It would have taken them several months, if not years to build a structure this large.

    Charlie ran down the deep slope with a smile on his face. “This is amazing! What do you think it is?”

    “I see why it caved in now, Charlie.” Buddy pointed to a large hole halfway filled in by dirt. “There’s a structure here, no doubt about it.” He held up a large flash light. “Do you want to check it out?”

    Charlie nodded his head. “Definitely. Let’s go.”

    The soldier watched as the men disappeared into the cave wondering what they will find once inside. Unfortunately he will never know since he was here only for security and nothing else.

    “Well, I guess it’s about time for our break, Leroy.” Said the back hoe operator.

    Leroy gave a nod of his head. “Sure thing.” He looked up at the soldier. “How about it son, take a fifteen?”

    The soldier shook his head. “I’ve got to stand guard.”

    “Son, you’re going to wear yourself thin. Now get on over here and rest up.”

    The soldier did need a smoke and a fifteen minute break couldn’t hurt. After all they were in the middle of a desert, what could possibly happen?

    He took the cigarette pack out of his left front pocket with a smile. “I guess you’re right.” He sat down on a boulder as he took a long drag off the cigarette. He then tilted his head up towards the sky as he exhaled the smoke. “I doubt anything will happen anyway.”


    Once he stepped inside the cave’s entrance Charlie soon realized that this wasn’t any normal cave. All around them were what appeared to be wires hanging from the ceiling and debris that didn’t appear to be a thousand years old. What was around them seemed to be almost futuristic. He shone his light onto the ground to see something that got him to look quickly at Buddy.

    “Do you see this?” He picked up a very small fragment of metal. “What is this?”

    Buddy knelt next to Charlie, perplexed. “What the hell is this place?”

    Charlie swept his flash light around to see that the room they were in was very large, at thirty feet by thirty feet. But what blew him away was the height. There was at least fifty feet of space before the ceiling, and why would that be? Why have that large of an opening?

    “This is very strange. Very strange indeed.” Charlie slowly stood to get a good look at his surroundings. “What does this mean?”

    Buddy shook his head. “No clue” He swept his light around the room twice before he stopped it at a large black hole in front of them. “Wonder what is that way?”

    “Only one way to find out Come on.”


    The cargo bay door wouldn’t open for Mirror Blade so he had to think of another way to get out of the shuttle. He went to every room looking for a weakness in the hull and when he didn’t find any he took out his energon sword. With it by his side he walked back to the cargo door where he slammed the blade straight through the wall. As he did so he soon realized that there was something rather thick on the other side and his blade wouldn’t move. But what could it be?

    “Slag it!” He pulled his blade out and then tried again. “Come on!”

    After the first failed attempt he took the time to cut a hole into the metal haul and once he was halfway through he grabbed an edge with his hands to pry it open. The jagged metal dug deep into his palms, but he ignored the pain. By the time he pulled the large piece of metal aside, energon was dripping freely from the deep, jagged cuts in his hands.

    His shoulders dropped when he saw a large, solid object in his path. He rested his right hand on the cool service, very curious as to what it was. It was like no material he has ever seen on Cybertron. What was it? And why couldn’t his sword go through it?

    “Fascinating.” He ran his hand along the service till he found a large crack in the object. “Oh, what is this?” He could feel a slight breeze on his hand. “Very interesting.”

    He quickly looked around for a thin piece of metal and when he found what he was looking for he jammed it into the crack and began to lean to the side. He could hear the object cracking as it began to move slowly. It took him a few times of prying to get a space big enough for him to squeeze through.

    Once he was out into the open he had to squint his optics at the sudden brightness. Where the slag was he? He began to scan around, but quickly noticed that the area around him was as barren as Cybertron. But unlike Cybertron this place had life. His sensors told him that. The only problem is he couldn’t see any.

    “Computer, scan for any sign of the Outcasts.” The computer inside his head took over his optic system and began to scan for any Cybertronian life signature. At last a beep and coordinates told him exactly where to go. “Excellent.”


    After his smoke break the soldier began to patrol once again, this time keeping on the alert. He felt that something was going to happen. His soldier’s instincts told his gut that he should leave this place, that it was no longer safe. Problem is, his mind couldn’t see anything wrong. In his peripheral vision all he could see were mesas and tumbleweeds. Nothing to be too worried about. Then why did he feel this way?

    He took out another cigarette, hoping it will calm his nervous stomach. As he took a deep, long drag he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned that way to see an object quickly approaching them. He squinted to see what appeared to be a car, a sports car racing towards them. How odd was that?

    He raised his machine gun as the car got closer and closer. “Who goes there!”

    The car didn’t stop, instead it seemed to have picked up speed. Now the soldier was really beginning to worry. What was going on here? How could this sports car handle the rough, desert terrain? Better yet, why was it coming here?

    “Stop the car!” The soldier aimed his rifle at the on coming car. “Stop, now!”

    The back hoe operator ran up to him, shock on his old face. “What’s going on, lad?”

    The soldier ignored the older man. “Please, stop the car now!” He took one step forward and as he did the car jumped into the air. “What the hell?” While in mid-air the car contorted itself till it took on a humanoid shape. “Oh, shit!”

    The car, who now appeared to be a very large robot glared down at them. “What are you?” His voice rumbled across them like a thunder clap. “Answer me!”

    The old man next to the soldier buckled to his knees as he grabbed his chest. “My heart!”

    “Shit!” The soldier aimed his rifle right above the robot’s glowing red eyes. “What do you want!”

    “I want what is in there.” The robot pointed at the sight where the other older man was hiding, behind the back hoe. “Now step aside.”


    An alert sounded inside his head, causing the young bot to quickly look around. A Deception was near by, really near by. The problem is he was the only one capable of fighting back. Which wasn’t good at all. He was after all still impaled onto the chair he was sitting in.

    “Slag it!” He grimaced and began to lift himself up. “Oh slag, this really hurts!”

    After what seemed to take several minutes he finally got himself up with a wrenching, metallic sound. Energon flowed freely from his open wound till his internal healing systems kicked on. He stood there for awhile till he made sure the energon stopped.

    He took out his rifle then glanced around him once more, hoping that his teammates some how miraculously woke up from their stasis lock. He shouldn’t have been disappointed when he saw them still sitting, injured in their seats, but he was. He wanted help, unfortunately help won’t be there for him.

    Slowly he began to inch towards the cargo bay, his rifle out in front of him. He walked down the long, dark corridor, the only light coming from the headlights on his chest. The light played havoc with the shadows and his optics began to imagine beings that weren’t there. He had to focus or else he would be caught completely by surprise. And he definitely didn’t want that to happen, especially being the only Autobot walking.

    He reached the cargo bay expecting another dark room and was surprised to see a thin sliver of light right next to the large door. Odd, that area was suppose to be the hull. They must have crashed very hard to rip a hole in the thick armor. But it also meant that they were now defenseless to any Decepticon attack.

    He took a deep breath and headed to the light, hoping a Decepticon wasn’t going to greet him. With his rifle pointed at the hole he peered through and was greeted with a large hand reaching out to grab him.

    “Slag it!” Beltline took a quick step back and began to fire. “What the hell is wrong with you, Mirror Blade!”

    “I have orders!” Hissed the leader of Terror. “Come here, you filthy Autobot!”

    “You’re insane!” Beltline stumbled backwards, towards the stasis pods. “What made you betray us, Mirror Blade?”

    “That is not your concern.” Mirror Blade began to pull at the metal, trying to get the hole big enough for him to get through. “You will not awake Prime!”


    Beltline quickly spun around to see a frail being sitting against the wall with his arms shielding his face. Fear quickly rose in Beltline. What the hell was this? And what is it doing in the cargo bay? He turned back to Mirror Blade to see the leader had almost gotten through. He quickly turned back to the frail creature to see he wasn’t alone. Another creature sat not too far from him, his arms tight to his chest, his face showing complete shock. He didn’t know what these creatures were, but he did see the resemblance that they had with Cybertronians.

    “What the slag are you doing here?”

    The one creature with his arms to his chest shook his head. “We just wanted to see what was in here. If we did anything wrong, I’m sorry.”

    “Slag it!” Beltline spun around when he heard something crash to the floor behind him. “Mirror Blade, there are innocent creatures here! Leave now!”

    “Then I will kill them like the others.”

    “Others?” Beltline turned to see the one shielding his face drop his arms in despair. “Why Mirror Blade, they did nothing to you.”

    “On the contrary. One of those creatures began firing at me.” He sneered at Beltline. “This should be an easy kill.”

    “That is where you are wrong.”

    Beltline spun around to see his commander, Sonicblaze standing in the doorway, his good, right hand clutching his badly damaged arm socket. The taller Autobot towered over Beltline, his optics staring at the dark figure of Mirror Blade. Then his optics glanced down at the creatures, his face showing his distaste.

    “Beltline, take them to safety. Then check on the others that might be outside.”

    “Right.” Beltline turned to the creatures to see them slowly standing up. “Let’s go.”


    The pain is what awoke him from a very deep sleep, pain so deep it felt his whole body was on fire. He tried to move, but that just caused the pain to increase. He opened his eyes to see dirt and blood. Was it his blood?

    “Help.” His voice was very weak, but he could see his breath hitting the dirt which was a good sign for him. It showed he was still alive. “Somebody help.”

    He slowly rolled onto his back which didn’t help with his breathing at all. In fact it seemed to have made it worse as his lungs began to gasp for air. His eye sight began to turn real blurry, causing the coming sunset and sky to blend into one image. He knew he was dying, knew that any second each breath he took could possibly be his last.

    He took a deep breath and began to violently cough. He didn’t know what had happened to him and as he tried to remember his mind wanted to slip into unconscious. And he couldn’t allow himself to fall asleep, knowing if he did then he might never wake up.

    After what seemed like hours he finally decided to give up, knowing he was just delaying the inevitable. He closed his eyes and began to relax his body as best as the pain allowed. He could feel his mind slowly slipping away and just as he was about to allow his eyes to roll back into his head he heard something to his right. Footsteps so heavy he could feel the ground vibrating underneath him.

    “Whose there?” He turned his head to see a large figure walking over to him. “Hello?”

    “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you.” The figure knelt and gently scooped him up. “Everything will be okay.”
  4. KnightSaberAmi

    KnightSaberAmi Nyan Nyan

    Dec 25, 2004
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    Hakudoushi Well-Known Member

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    yes! Update please!
  6. alphie

    alphie Veteran

    Nov 13, 2002
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    Chapter 3

    After the darker bot left Charlie pushed his glasses back up on the ridge of his nose and shook his head at what was happening. They just wanted to see what was inside the mountain, they never suspected this. These were aliens, but unlike the ones on the sci-fi movies they weren’t just one shape. They appeared to be as different as any human is to any other human. What made them really unique was their metallic skin and their glowing eyes. That alone made them appear very intimidating.

    “What are you doing here?” Asked the bot with no left arm. “It’s not safe for you.”

    Buddy got a quizzical look on his face. “You speak English?”

    “What is English?” The bot shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. You need to get to a safe spot.”

    Charlie gave a quick nod. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

    They slowly headed to where the smaller robot had pointed to earlier and Charlie was surprised to see that they were heading to a very wide hallway.
    Gradually they both began to walk down the corridor, careful not to trip on any

    The sight before them was quickly turning into something rather spectacular. So incredible in fact, if the government got wind of this it will most likely be ripped apart for experimentation then blown up to hide the secrets that lay within this structure. They knew for now that whatever this is, will have to be kept secret. No matter what lay within they couldn’t tell anybody. Especially their family and friends.

    “What do you think, Charlie?”

    Charlie shook his head. “It’s unbelievable. I wonder if there is any more of them.” His voice faded as they reached a large, brightly lit room. “Oh, shit.”

    The room appeared as though a hurricane had blown through it. What was really surprising was the robot laying on the ground, his feet sticking straight up into the air. The robot was a little smaller then the one that was missing the arm and the only difference between them was his much thinner, black frame. Wonder why he didn’t wake up like the others?

    Curious Charlie slowly took a step toward the large robot, expecting for it to jump straight at him. And when it didn’t move he knelt down to see a large hole in the robot’s shoulder that appeared, by the singed edges, to have been caused by a burning object. It looked rather painful, if the robots did feel pain that is.

    “I wonder what happened to him.” Buddy began to study the injury with a smile. “This is amazing though. I have never seen anything like this before.”

    “Get away from him.” Charlie spun around to see the bot with no arm standing in the large doorway. “When everything clears, you two will have to leave.”

    Buddy nodded. “Understood.”

    “Sonicblaze, we have a problem!” The smaller bot ran in cradling a man in army fatigues in his arms. “He’s badly hurt.”

    “We have no way of dealing with this, Beltline.”

    “What! Can’t you see he’s badly injured!” Charlie ran up to the robot that was called Beltline and ordered for him to lay the man gently on the floor. “What had happened to him?”

    Beltline shrugged. “Don’t know, I just found him this way.” The robot’s glowing eyes actually appeared sympathetic. “What can we do to help him?”

    “We need a doctor…”

    Sonicblaze quickly shook his head at Charlie’s suggestion. “No, I can’t allow that.”

    “But if he doesn’t get a doctor soon, he’ll die!” Said Buddy as he shook his head. “How can you allow that to happen?”

    “Maybe Red Alert can help this creature out. Or even Perceptor.” Suggested the small robot.

    “No, we have far more important things to take care of.” Sonicblaze took one last look at the distorted body of the human and went to the main control panel. “We have a mission. Or did you forget that, Beltline?”

    “I didn’t forget.” Beltline shook his head. “Can’t you see though, if we help him then maybe the humans can help us in return.”

    Sonicblaze huffed. “What can they do? As you can see they don’t do to well in combat.”

    “Then maybe we can make suits for them.”

    All them turned around to see a very wobbly, red and white robot with a rocket launcher perched on his right shoulder. He appeared to be uninjured, though he was jumpy. Very jumpy as one sound from behind nearly made him soar to the ceiling in fear. This got a chuckle from Beltline and Sonicblaze.

    “It isn’t funny! You never know what could happen to you!” The robot stepped into the command room to take a look at the injured human. “What happened to him?”

    “He’s injured and needs help!” Charlie shook his head. “Can you do anything for him!”

    “I have never worked on anything like this before. I don’t know if I can do it.”

    “Then he’s just going to die!” Charlie screamed.

    “I’m sorry, but we have far bigger things to worry about.” Sonicblaze turned to the dazed robot. “Red Alert, revive Naito. Once he’s functioning, tell him to find Prime and the other Autobots.”

    “Right.” Red Alert pointed to Sonicblaze’s shoulder. “What about your injury?”

    Sonicblaze shrugged. “I’m fine for now. Just take care of the others.”


    Mirror Blade stormed into his shuttle, surprised to see that Zero-3 had turned on the power. He went immediately to the stasis pods to see that every bot on his team escaped unscathed. Quickly he went and began to punch a button on every pod to awaken his team. It will only take a few nanoseconds for his team to awaken from their stasis sleep mode and then he will debrief them on their real mission. While the computers did their job he went back into the control room to check on the crew there.

    There was only two bots in the room, Redline and Firestorm, both laying in stasis lock in their seats. Firestorm is a must for the team, but what did Redline bring that was so useful to him? All he knew about the young Autobot was the fact he was a medic in training. He didn’t know what Redline was capable of doing in battle and if he had any special abilities. He had to have something unique or else he wouldn’t have had qualified for the Omnibots. Unfortunately, Mirror Blade didn’t trust him. He won’t till he saw him in battle.

    “Where are we, sir?” Asked a voice from behind.

    “A planet called Earth.” Mirror Blade turned around to see Trigger, the team’s sniper. “How are the bots?”

    Trigger shrugged. “Nothing new to report. Do you want me to look at the crew in the command center?”

    “Wake up Firestorm, as for that Redline, let him lay there for awhile.”

    Trigger shook his head. “He wouldn’t have made the team, sir if he was weak.”

    “Why do you think that, Trigger?” Mirror Blade began to walk back to the command room. “He just got out of the Academy! How could he possibly have had any experience with fighting!”

    “I was just saying, sir!” Trigger stepped over some debris to get to Firestorm. “And besides, he’s our medic. And obviously,” He glanced down at the mangled body of the main flier in the group. “We need one.”

    “You once trained to become a medic. Am I right, Trigger?”

    “Once. I’m a sniper, Mirror Blade. I take lives, not save them.”

    Mirror Blade shook his head then waved his arm at the younger Autobot. “Very well, but he’s going to be your responsibility.”


    Darkness. That is all that he could see, but he did sense somebody next to him. The beat of their spark reverberating in a nice, slow rhythm. The spark was that of Blade Runner, a very old and very wise Autobot. Knowing he was alive did bring hope that everybody else on the team was alive as well. Now the question was, was anybody injured?

    “Hello?” He slowly lifted his head to see if anybody noticed the movement. “Blade Runner, are you okay?”

    “Yeah, how about you Echo?”

    Echo nodded his head. “Doing all right, considering I have no idea where we crash landed at.” He gradually got up, noticing quickly that his body was very low on energon. “Do you know where we are at?”

    “I heard that we are on a planet called Earth. Other then that, I don’t know.”

    “Interesting.” Echo stepped out of the pod, his legs a bit wobbly. “How is the rest of the team?”

    “From what I gather there are a few injuries, but nothing too serious.” He could feel as Blade Runner took hold of his arm. “Here, let me help you to the infirmary.”

    With Blade Runner’s guidance Echo made his way to the infirmary where he noticed something very different. Something else was in the room something that had slow, irregular beating. And with each beat he vaguely could see a shape. What was this strange object and why was it so small?

    “Ah, Echo. Come over here and sit down.” Perceptor stepped up to his left side and directed him across the room. “I see you aren’t damaged.”

    “What is that on the table over there?” Echo couldn’t help but stare at the very strange creature. “Its spark, it’s not like ours.”

    “No, Echo it isn’t. The creature is called a human, they inhabit this planet.” Blade Runner patted Echo’s shoulder. “This one is very badly injured. Two more were killed and two are alive, and are right now in the control room with Naito, Sonicblaze and Red Alert.”

    “Interesting.” Echo stepped up to the creature and placed his hand gently on it. He felt a sticky, warm liquid on his hand which smelled metallic. “What is wrong with him?”

    “Mirror Blade tried to slice him up.” Blade Runner’s voice showed his anger. “There’s really nothing we can do for him. Sonicblaze won’t get a human medic for him. So, unfortunately he’s going to die a slow, painful death.”

    “That’s not fair. Is there anything we can do for the human?”

    “Red Alert has never worked on such a fragile creature before.” He could hear the older Autobot sigh. “Perceptor would like to try, but Sonicblaze won’t allow him to.”

    “Why not? Is it because of the mission?”

    “Yep, we actually have a hit on a spark several miles from here. We are going to send a team to check it out. And well, you’re going to be on that team Echo.”

    Echo nodded his head. “I understand. What are we going to do about energon?”

    “Sonicblaze is talking to the humans right now.” He could hear Blade Runner turn then take a few steps away from Echo. “Well, let Perceptor take care of you. You need to be in good condition for the mission.”

    “Very well.” Echo reached out for the frail creature again, the beat coming from it getting weaker and weaker. “I hope we get help for it soon. It appears to be fading quickly.”

    “Don’t worry, we will.” Blade Runner patted Echo’s broad shoulder. “Now take care of yourself.”


    It was strange to be in the room with the robots, it almost appeared as though Charlie and Buddy were in a land of giants. The room was built for the robots which meant the chairs and tables were very large. In order to even sit down or use any of the consoles Buddy or Charlie will have to get a ladder. And then there was the sheer size of the shuttle. It was massive. So massive in fact that Buddy had asked one of the bots to write down a map just in case either one of them got lost while walking around.

    Right now Charlie was studying the map to see where the infirmary was so he could see how the soldier was doing. He hated not able to do anything, especially when a man was in serious trouble. What made it worse was he could do something about it. He had a friend that was in medical school right now and was actually an intern in an emergency room. If only he could call him up and get him to come here then maybe, just maybe the soldier could make it.

    “It seems that they don’t care, Charlie.” Buddy lit a cigarette then glanced at the entrance to the command center. He took a long, deep drag then blew the smoke out of the corner of his mouth. “So, what does that mean to us?”

    Charlie’s shoulders slumped at the sudden realization of what Buddy had just said. What did that mean for them? Did these robots plan to kill them once they had the information they needed? Or were they now prisoners to these robots? Destined to a life of hard work and possibly fighting for the robots. What if they did have to fight? What will they be armed with?

    “Shit.” Charlie shook his head. “What will that mean for us?”

    Very heavy footsteps approached the command center and at first Charlie had thought it was Blade Runner, the older robot of the group, if that was actually possible. Instead a very large, black robot came walking into the command center, his hand gently grazing the door as he stepped in.

    The robot was massive with wings that hung on his back like a moth. His body shape showed he had immense power and yet could be very agile. He had several dents and scrapes in his armor, especially near the knees and shins. As though he ran into items on a regular, day to day basis. So, why didn’t he have eyes like the others? Why did he have the metal plate?

    “That’s one big fucking robot.” Buddy took a step back as the robot took a step forward. “Why is he so big?”

    The robot’s head quickly turned towards them. “You must be the humans that Blade Runner told me about.” He stuck out his hand as though he wanted to shake. “My name is Echo.”

    Charlie slowly reached out and shook the massive hand. “Nice to meet you. My name is Charlie and this here is Buddy.” He pulled his hand away in disgust. Blood, and lot‘s of it was caked on the robot‘s palm. “I take it you saw the sergeant.”

    “That’s the injured human, correct?”

    “Yeah, how is he?” Charlie wiped his palm on the side of his pants, disgusted at this robot for not knowing what he had on his hand. “Can you show us the infirmary so we can see him?”

    Echo nodded. “Sure thing. Follow me.”

    As they entered into the large corridor Charlie noticed something he didn’t notice before, a railing. A smooth pipe ran straight down the long hall, curving around corners, and stopping at doors. He only noticed it because Echo was using it to maneuver his way around the massive ship. So, they catered to his special need. How interesting.

    “Why can’t you see?” Charlie watched as Echo ran his fingers on a panel by each door. “Were you, uh, built blind?”

    Echo’s shoulders seemed to have sunk. “I was built like any other Decepticon, but for some reason only known to Primus I had an Autobot spark. Megatron and Shockwave didn’t like that, so they made me suffer.” His left hand went to his face and lightly rubbed the metallic visor. “They decided to make me the best sniper a Cybertronian can be.”

    Buddy flicked his cigarette to the ground. “Sorry to hear that, man.” He blew smoke out of his mouth and shook his head. “So, you can’t see?”

    “No, but I have a sonar system that helps a bit.” Echo rubbed his hand on a plaque and stopped. “This is it. I wish I could help the human, but I can’t.”

    “Thanks.” Charlie glanced at Buddy then stepped into the room to see only three robots walking around the room, all them ignoring a small, prone figure on a large, metallic table. “Buddy, they act as though he isn’t even there?”

    Charlie quickly ran to the table, to see blood dripping over the edge. He tried very hard to see the soldier, but it was no use. The table was too tall.

    “Can anybody help him!” Shouted Charlie. “Anybody!”

    “Enough!” Sonicblaze stepped pass Charlie to take a look at the sergeant. “We can’t do anything for him.”

    “But we can.” Charlie pleaded. “I have a friend that’s a doctor, he can fix him up.”

    Sonicblaze shook his head. “I can’t trust him.”

    “Why can’t you? This man, is going to die!”

    A red and white robot nodded his head. “Sonicblaze, having a human medic aboard will come in handy. Especially if we are to have the humans help us.”

    “We can’t trust the humans, Red Alert.”

    “You can trust my friend, Sonicblaze!”

    Sonicblaze shrugged his shoulders. “Fine, fine. But if he even does anything stupid, he will suffer the consequences.”

    Two Days Later

    The mission had been put on hold as the Outcasts began to rebuild, starting with the command room. To Sonicblaze’s amazement the humans also helped out, though they couldn’t do much they were able to clean up. And just within a couple of days the Rebirth shuttle was looking rather good. He even began to place his men in two bot groups to help patrol the perimeter around the shuttle. Life, though never normal for him was beginning to take on some form of discipline, not seen even on their days back at Cybertron. It was actually kind of nice.

    “Sir, nothing new to report.”

    Beltline stepped into the command room, his new armor glistening in the shuttles dim lighting. Everybody on board had gotten new alt-modes to better match the vehicles that were found on Earth. The alt-mode for Beltline: a 1966 Ford Mustang. Which suited the mini-bot just fine. Though the missile launchers on Beltline’s shoulders did not fit comfortably inside their new casings, which did seem to cause a bit of discomfort for the little Autobot, especially when he transformed.

    “Good. How is the human?”

    “Thanks to the human doctor the soldier is doing rather well.” Beltline studied the screen in front of him that showed a flashing light near what appeared to be a mountainous region. “Is that what I think it is?”

    “It’s somebody all right.” Sonicblaze crossed his arms. “But who, we can’t tell until we get there.”

    “Should we order Echo to do a fly over?”

    Sonicblaze gave a nod. “Yes, do.”


    It seemed as though time had stopped at the Hope shuttle where repairs were made then double checked then tripled checked. Mirror Blade had decided it was time to find out where the first Autobot was from Optimus Prime’s team. And as Firestorm and Camshaft began to scan the area for the sparks of missing Autobots, Mirror Blade went to the cargo bay. There, he went to a special holding area that he made sure was specifically built for his unique delivery.

    He carefully lifted one of the canisters to take a look at it’s beauty. This will lead the Deceptibots to glory if he could just contaminate one Autobot and one Decepticon. Problem is, it will also contaminate his team as well. Wonder what he could do to prevent that?

    “What is that, Mirror Blade?” Trigger stepped into the storage room, his optics narrow with suspicion. “Is that what I think it is?”

    Mirror Blade slowly placed the canister back in it’s holder. “Yes, it is. The problem is now, how to transport it without effecting us?” He turned to the sniper with a smile on his face. “Is there any way you can place the virus inside a projectile?”

    Trigger shrugged. “I suppose, but it will be very tricky.” He looked around then leaned in closer to Mirror Blade. “Who authorized this?”

    “Shockwave. He doesn’t want the Autobots or Decepticons to return to Cybertron.”

    “And why is that? What does he have planned?”

    Mirror Blade shrugged. “I don’t know, but I like it.” He pointed to the canister. “So, can you do something or not?”

    “I will have to ask Beaker to help me out.”

    “Then do so and get back to me when you have a plan.”


    Just a few miles behind Echo, Beltline raced on a highway, trying his best to stay at the speed limit. According to Charlie, who sat in the driver’s seat the humans had rules for their vehicles. One being a certain speed limit on all pedestrian roadways. He had never had a speed limit before and it took some getting use to.

    “He’s turning left.” Beltline quickly scanned for any way off the road and when he didn’t find any he slowed down. “This isn’t good.”

    “Just look for an off road. There has to be some around here for service vehicles.”

    “Right. Echo, we’ll meet you there. Stay hovering, don’t land till I tell you too.”

    “Copy that.”

    Charlie shifted in the seat then stretched. “How much longer do you think?”

    “About another hour or two, your time.”

    “Who do you think it might be, Beltline?”

    “I’m hoping for another Autobot, but you never know till Echo does a fly by.”

    Charlie nodded. “And what if it is a Decepticon?”

    “Then we kill it.”


    Back in the Hope Shuttle Mirror Blade paced the command room, trying desperately to come up with some idea on how to transfer the virus. It was very risky since just one particle on his metallic frame could lead into a massive epidemic. And he didn’t want that at all.

    He cracked his knuckles and stared at the small screen perched on his massive desk inside his office. “There has to be a way, Beaker!”

    The young Autobot shook his head. “I can’t find one, sir.” He began typing again, this time slamming on the keys as he did so. “You do know it’s highly contagious to any Cybertronian, right?”

    “Yes, I know that!” Mirror Blade slammed his hand on the desk. “I swear on Primus if you don’t do this, I will kill you myself!”

    “Mirror Blade!” Trigger pushed away from the wall and shook his head. “Beaker, don’t listen to him. Just keep working and let us know.” He glanced at Mirror Blade. “Let’s go.”

    “Fine.” Mirror Blade pointed at Beaker. “When I get back you better have something!”

    The two Deceptibots walked into the control where Firestorm and Camshaft were seated, looking at a large screen which displayed a map with a few blinking dots. The dots indicated Cybertronian beings, but which kind, they didn’t know. They won’t know till they actually went to one of those dots.

    “We have company approaching one of the beacons!” Camshaft rolled over to another console and began typing away. “Signals are unknown, which could mean only one thing.”

    Mirror Blade tightened his hand into a fist. “Sonicblaze.”


    “Coming upon the signal.” Reported Beltline as he skidded to a stop right in front of Echo. “I repeat, we are coming upon the signal. It appears to be a Decepticon.”

    “Very well.” Came Sonicblaze over the secure comm-link. “Make sure and if it is, kill him.”

    “Copy that.” Beltline allowed Charlie out then transformed. “Let’s do this, Echo.”


    “Firestorm, take flight now! Kill those bots on sight!” Mirror Blade turned to Redline. “Follow him!”

    Redline hastily saluted. “Yes, sir! What is your instructions once there?”

    Mirror Blade knew his secret weapon wasn’t quite ready yet, which was unlucky for him. And now he will have to quickly think of something to do. He knew Redline wouldn’t be capable of killing another Autobot, so what could this robot do? Maybe a kidnapping. He smiled at the thought and decided it was the best option he had.

    “Kidnap the bot.” Redline appeared a bit confused, but just nodded his head. “Now, go!”


    They were ten feet down when Beltline’s shovel hit something metallic. A few more light hits with his shovel satisfied him enough to get down on one knee and began to dig with his hands.

    “It’s a Decepticon all right!” Beltline leaned back up and shook his head. “One of the many minions that serve Megatron.”

    Charlie peered into the large hole to see a dark blue and red robot whose body was badly distorted. He could see that he had fallen at a great height for his body seemed to be a lot thinner then it should be. It also appeared that he had tiny little cracks all over his body. How this robot was still alive was a complete mystery to the human.

    “He’s spark is fading.” Echo took out a large, thin rifle out from his back and shook his head. “We should end his suffering.”

    Beltline nodded as he slowly stood. “Very well.”

    He took a few steps back and motioned for Charlie to do the same. They both watched as Echo said a quick little prayer, held the rifle a few feet above the Decepticon and fired. They heard nothing, but the echo of the shot as it bounced against the mesas.

    “The job is done.” Echo placed the rifle back in his back. “What are we going to do with the body?”

    “Use it for scraps.” Beltline again knelt down and dug through the dirt till he got a firm grip on the bot’s arms. “Man, he’s heavy. Echo, grab his legs.”

    Echo nodded. “Sure thing. Charlie, hit the robot with the shovel or a stick.”

    “Uhm, okay.” Charlie found a stick then very carefully climbed down the hole. He glanced up at the blind robot. “Okay, here goes.”


    In the last few days Terry Williams sat next to Sergeant James E. Miller, making sure that he recovered properly. The cuts he suffered from the robot were deep, cutting straight through the ribs and slicing the lungs. What made it even worse, was the burn. The burn is infected which caused a high fever and shakes to rake the body already suffering from pain. This caused the man to moan and writhe uncontrollably.

    He flipped through the magazine in his lap then glanced at his watch. It was time to clean the bandages and medicate the poor guy. It was a miracle he had even made it this long.

    “Well, Sergeant Miller this will be painful, but it’s for your own good.”

    He kneeled down next to the injured man and slowly began to pry the bandages off. As he did so, the man nearly slapped him. Frustrated he glanced around for any help, but saw he was alone.

    “Great, just great.” He took some water and began to wet the bandage. “Hang on, this will take longer if you fight it.”

    Heavy footsteps came into the room then stopped at the table. “Do you need help?”

    Terry turned to see Red Alert, standing over him with his arms crossed and his glowing eyes locked on the injured man. “Yes, can you gently hold him down.”

    Red Alert gave a nod then laid his large, black hand gently on the man’s upper-body. “What do you need to do to him?”

    “I need to clean his wounds.” Terry handed the robot the water bottle. “While I pull this, gently squeeze the bottle and make sure the water cleans the wound.”

    “Right.” Red Alert took the bottle between two fingers and held it above the deep wound. “Can you teach me how to take care of a human?”

    “Guess I could.” Terry saw the infection was not spreading, which was very good news. “Okay, now since we have the bandage off, let’s start cleaning it.”

    “So, will he get better?”

    “Hopefully.” He shook his head. “This guy shouldn’t be alive.”

    Red Alert smiled. “That’s good.” The robot took a glance around the room then shrugged. “I never have thought that I will be helping out creatures like yourself and this man here.”

    “Red Alert.”

    The robot nearly jumped over the table at Naito’s voice. “What the slag, sir!”

    Naito chuckled. “Your always great for amusement, Red Alert.” The black, thinner framed robot stepped into the room. “How’s the human?”

    “Doing good.” Terry began to pour peroxide into the wound which caused the man to scream. “Hang on, almost there.”

    "Is this necessary?"

    "Yes, it is. This is lesson one, Red Alert so pay attention." Terry glanced up at the robot. "Unfortunately the human body will suffer before it gets better."
  7. KnightSaberAmi

    KnightSaberAmi Nyan Nyan

    Dec 25, 2004
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    Worth the wait Alphie! Keep it up!
  8. SydneyY

    SydneyY @syd_tfw Veteran TFW2005 Supporter

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    I have just read the first chapter. (Can't read on due to poor eyesight)

    I really enjoyed it, Sentences are crisp and giving the story a good pace, I think.:) 
    My only suggestion is to put more descriptions in when you introduce new characters in the story, I think it will make it easier for readers to visualize the scenes.

    But I shall read on. :) 
  9. Hakudoushi

    Hakudoushi Well-Known Member

    Aug 24, 2004
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    OOOOOOOOH! Great Chapter! Best yet IMHO.


    It's always the really good stories that take months to update. Just look at Kick back and Jetplauge's stories! They nhaven't updated in months. You don't want to dissapoint your fan do you alphie?


    I'll give you a quarter...... :cool: 
  10. Motor_Master

    Motor_Master Lets the balls touch

    Jul 30, 2002
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    New Hampshire
    Awesome story Alphie. Just finished reading the whole thing. The one thing Im having a hard time getting my hands around is the composition of the crew on Mirror Blade's ship. So far we know that there's Mirror blade, firestorm, beaker and redline.

    Chapter 1:
    During the mission breifing I would have liked to seen a brief paragraph that went around the room and introduced all the characters at once and what sub teams they belonged to (and subsequently what shuttle they would be on).

    I would have liked to see some more description as to the two archeologiest and how they discovered there current dig site.

    You forgot to mention Echo by name when you described him standing in the corner of the meeting room.

    Chapter 2:

    Some more info on how they got Charlie's friend to come back and help the Sargent, would have been nice.

    What's Echo's alt mode? We know Beltline chose a 1966 Ford Mustang, what did everyone else choose. What about Mirror blade and his crew?

    I like the dynamic you've started between Red Alert and Terry Williams.

    That's all I can think of at the moment. Keep up the good work :thumb 
  11. soundwaveCA

    soundwaveCA Veteran

    Jul 4, 2002
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    Hey alphie you would't happen to have your story in some sort of MS Word or text formate would you? Would love to read it just not off the boards like this as it hurts the eyes reading it off the boards. PM me if you do would love to maybe print it off and read it if I have a spare moment :) 
  12. alphie

    alphie Veteran

    Nov 13, 2002
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    What another update so soon? Yep, but it will probably be the last for quite awhile.

    Chapter 4

    Charlie stared in amazement at the two robots in front of him as they quickly took apart the dead Decepticon. The parts they didn’t need they threw back into the pit and the ones they did were collected in a large pile next to Beltline. They were just about done with the barbaric job when Echo quickly stood up and looked to the southeast. Though he had no optics, one can easily tell he was upset about something by the grimace on his face.

    “What is it?” Charlie followed Echo’s gaze to see nothing, but mesas. “What do you hear?”

    “A jet, and it’s coming in fast.” Echo tilted his head then tilted it the other way. “I don’t believe it’s from this planet.” He nodded. “Definitely, not from this planet.”

    Beltline nodded. “Okay, let’s take what we have.” He transformed and revved his engine. “Echo, throw what’s important inside the trunk and take off. Charlie, help him out!”

    “How should I know what is important!”

    “If it glows, has wires and a left arm hit it!”

    “Right, right.”


    The beacon just vanished, which could only mean one thing: the bot is dead. Mirror Blade slammed his fist into the console causing Camshaft to jump nearly out of his chair. The smaller robot cursed then wheeled his chair away from his angry leader. He wasn’t in the mood to get hit today, especially when he wasn’t at fault.

    “Firestorm, report to me now!” Mirror Blade leaned forward to get a closer look at the holographic screen. “FIRESTORM!”

    “Let me answer, Mirror Blade!” Firestorm barked out. “I’m closing in on the location as we speak and I see two Autobots packing it up. It appears they are leaving us with nothing, sir.”

    “Get them!” Mirror Blade pulled away with a scowl. “Damn, Autobots!”

    This got Camshaft to snap his head towards his leader. “Do you have a problem with us, sir?”

    Mirror Blade glanced quickly at Camshaft. “What? Do you have a problem with, me?”

    “No, sir. I don’t.”

    Camshaft slid his chair to another console, not in the mood to face the wrath of Mirror Blade. He didn’t know what was going on, but he didn’t want to question it. He knew if he did, he would most likely suffer because of it. The best thing to do, was to keep his mouth shut. That way he was safe, at least for awhile.

    “Firestorm, report to me in thirty minutes!”


    “Looks like we got company!” Charlie jumped straight into the hole as an explosion rocked the ground not too far from where he was standing. Dirt cascaded down around him as yet another explosion hit the ground, this time right on top of him. “SHIT!”

    “Charlie!” Beltline yelled from above. “Charlie, stay down! Don’t move!”

    “What the hell is going on!” Charlie flinched as another explosion rocked the ground. “Why aren’t you guys shooting!”

    “He’s an Autobot!” Beltline peered into the hole at Charlie, his blue optics glowing in the cloud of dirt that surrounded him. “We can’t shoot at a fellow Autobot!”

    “But you were ready to go after Mirror Blade! What’s the difference!”

    Beltline ducked an on-coming shot then shook his head. “He still carries the Autobot logo, unlike Mirror Blade that carries the Deceptibot logo, like me!”

    “Are you fucking kidding me! He’s shooting at us!”

    “The human is right, you should fight back!” Hollered a voice from above.

    Beltline shook his head. “What is wrong with you! You’re an Autobot!”

    “I only obey, Mirror Blade!”

    Beltline got a very confused look on his face. “He’s not a leader.” He glanced above him then whistled a high pitch whistle. “Echo, go after him!”

    “Copy that! Take care of Charlie and get him out of here!”


    “What in Primus’ name is going on!” Sonicblaze slammed his palms on the console then leaned forward to take a look at the screen. “Firestorm! You are an Autobot! When did you decide to take sides?”

    “When Mirror Blade opened my optics!” There was a loud cackle then, “Say farewell to your fellow Deceptibot!”

    “Beltline, shoot him down! I repeat, shoot him down!”


    “What the hell is going on!” A small Autobot shouted from the cargo bay. “Why are we firing upon the Outcasts!”

    “How should I know!” Hollered another robot, this one a Deceptibot. “Let’s go check it out!”

    “Lets not! Mirror Blade might have lost a few screws!” The smaller bot shook his head adamantly. “No way! I am not going out there!”

    “Wake up, Windcharger! Mirror Blade is right about everything!”

    Windcharger gave Frazzle a quizzical stare. “What are you talking about?”

    “He told us in our sleep. He said that Optimus Prime was a fool and that Megatron just wanted us as slaves!”

    “He told you this!” Windcharger shook his head. “Unbelievable.”


    High above the battle, laying prone on his chest against the mesa’s soft dirt Echo slid his face plate up then very slowly he took out his sniper rifle. The sniper rifle was custom made for him, easily foldable to store inside his back and once positioned in front of him, a small wire attached itself to his wrist, allowing him to see a grid. This grid was just it, a grid. But once his systems spotted a spark of any kind it will locate it on the grid, helping him to pinpoint his victim.

    He inched a little forward then placed the gun to his metallic visor, more out of instinct then anything else. He could see nothing, but the spark of Firestorm and Frontline.

    “Dear Primus, I don‘t kill for murderous intentions. I don‘t kill for fun. I kill to save the ones that need saving.” He honed in on Frontline’s spark, gently placed his trigger finger on the switch, then allowed for his systems to shut down everything, but his mainframe computer. This allowed his body to be completely still when firing. “Primus, forgive me for what I’m about to do.”


    The shot echoed all around them causing Charlie to jump and for Beltline to look at the direction of the noise. He knew that sound, it was Echo. But how did he get to high ground so quickly, especially without anybody seeing him? How was that possible?

    “Charlie, get in!” Beltline threw his passenger door open. “Hurry, there’s still Firestorm to worry about!”

    “Don’t worry, I got Firestorm!” Echo hollered over the secure comm-link, “Just go!”

    “Right!” Beltline revved his engine. “Let’s go Charlie!”

    Charlie nodded then jumped in, hoping that Echo can hold his own against Firestorm. If Echo could see then he would already be at an advantage, but since he couldn’t how would he be able to fight? Especially during a dog fight in the air?

    Beltline spun his back tires then fishtailed away from where the Decepticon laid. Behind them he could see a large, black jet racing across the sky, a jet he has never seen before. This jet was matte black, with just a touch of dark maroon highlights. It’s shape was so that the light just bounced right off of him. Such an amazing feet of engineering to make a plane disappear.

    “How does he see when he’s flying?” Charlie asked.

    Charlie got his answer when he caught a glance of Echo’s cockpit as he made a sharp turn to the left. His cockpit was black, nothing more nothing less. Didn’t even look like he had glass, which meant he was not made to carry a passenger.

    “His sonar kind of helps him.” Beltline grunted as he revved his engine. “There’s too much weight in the trunk, it’s not helping me any.”

    “But we need the parts!” Charlie shook his head. “Please, just try.”

    Beltline sighed heavily. “I’m sure going to!”

    Charlie crossed his arms. “Good.” He turned his head to the right and got a surprise that made him jump clear to the driver’s side. “Holy shit! What is that!”

    Standing just a few feet from Beltline stood a menacing figure, shadowed by the setting sun. His frame appeared to be very bulky as he stood there holding a very large, thin rifle. He stood still, his head scanning around like that of a hawk’s. As his head turned toward them Charlie saw nothing that resembled a face. Just a solid, black piece of metal where the face should be. For the first time since Charlie has known him, he now considered Echo a Decepticon.


    Nausea hit him so hard he had to vomit and as he moved his chest screamed out in pain. That just made him even more sick to his stomach and before he knew he had thrown up. He laid gently back down onto his back, as he did so, a large hand gently rested onto his chest. The hand actually comforted him and he began to relax.

    “Just stay still.” Came a voice from above. “If you move, it might damage you more.”

    “Water.” He grimaced at the bitter tasted in his mouth. “Need water.”

    “Right, right.” The hand slowly lifted from his chest then he could feel something cool against his lips. “Just take small sips.”

    The water was crisp and cool as it ran into his mouth and down his throat. He nearly choked on the liquid, and as he began to cough another hand gently rolled him to his side.

    “This should help. Right, Terry?”

    “Yes, right.” Said another voice. “Just be really gentle with him Red.”

    “I will.” The deeper voice sighed then gently laid him back down on his back. “It looks like he is healing rather nicely.”

    Who was talking? It seemed there were two people next to him. Very slowly he tried to crack his eyes open, to see who was taking care of him, and only managed to get them open a slit. Though blurry, he could easily make out a tall, skinny man next to him, and just behind him….

    “No, no!” He tried to move, but the pain was too much and he had to stop. “That’s one of them!” His voice was very weak and scratchy. “Get it away, please!”

    “Red, you should leave the room.” Said the man. “I’ll let you know when it’s okay to come back.”


    “Damn it!” Mirror Blade slammed his hand against the console. “What the slag happened to Frontline, Firestorm?”

    “It was a sniper!” Shouted Firestorm. “And now he’s after me!”

    “Firestorm, he’s blind!” Mirror Blade scowled. “Surely you can defeat him!”

    “I can’t see him! He’s not on any of my radars!” He could here Firestorm curse as a loud shrill of metal being torn came over the comm-link. “Slag it, he just shot out one of my engines!”

    “He’s blind!” Mirror Blade punched the console so hard he could hear his knuckles cracking as they hit the hard surface of the computer. “Surely, you can do something right!”

    “I’m trying!” Firestorm screamed. “This bot is not going to stop till my spark is extinguished!”


    Sonicblaze leaned over Beltline’s shoulder to see the radar close-up. According to the holographic images Echo was closing in on Firestorm rather fast, almost a little too fast. He sighed heavily then shook his head, knowing the decision he was about to make wasn’t what he really wanted, but for Echo’s sake, had to do it.

    “Echo, back off.” Sonicblaze straightened up and shook his head. “Just escort Beltline and Charlie back to base.”

    “Yes, sir.”

    “Beltline, get back to base as fast as you can!” After Beltline said his okay, Sonicblaze shook his head. “I dear hope the humans didn’t catch wind of what just happened over there.”


    The infirmary for once was dead quiet, which was actually quite nice. Terry glanced down at the prone form of Sergeant Miller, amazed the man pulled through. No one will ever notice that something was terribly wrong with him, unless he had his shirt off. And in that case people will see the jagged twelve inch scar, surrounded by burned tissue going to one side of his chest to another. At least he survived.

    He checked Miller’s temperature yet again and saw the fever had gone down, though it was still low it was much better than it had been before. And with the break in the fever the patient finally started to awaken. At this moment his eyes stared forward, at the high ceiling of the infirmary.

    “Are you feeling any pain?” Terry knew the answer was stupid, but as a doctor it was almost required for him to say it.

    Miller slowly turned his head to get a glance at Terry, his eyes dull and emotionless. “Not bad. My chest though…” He began to breathe deeply. “My chest, on fire.”

    “You were badly cut.” Terry sighed heavily. “The cut was deep, and you were also burned.”

    “How bad?”

    “Bad enough.” Terry glanced behind him to see that the door to the infirmary was tightly closed. He then turned back to Miller to see the man had closed his eyes. “They won’t hurt you.”

    “Then what tried to kill me?” Miller opened his eyes then let his eyes drift towards the door. “From what I saw…” He swallowed hard. “They like to kill.”

    Terry shook his head. “The robot that attacked you, well he does like to kill. But these robots, they help out.” He chuckled. “First time I saw them, I didn’t know what to do. Some of them are very intimidating and could really send a bad message. Then there some like Red Alert that was just here, that is just curious.” He gently patted Miller’s shoulder. “Trust me, they are friendly.”
    This seemed to calm Miller down and he visibly relaxed. “How did you get here?”

    “Through a man named Charlie. We used to be friends in high school and went our different ways once we both graduated. He went to collage to get a degree in archeology and I went to began my medical career.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, I was called to Vietnam.” He shook his head. “Anyway, he drove to my house, told me about you and the robots and had me promise that I won’t tell a single soul about what is going on here.” He had to laugh. “I don’t think anybody would have believed me anyway.”

    Miller gradually lifted his right hand then very gently traced the cut on his chest, a look of realization hitting his brown eyes. “I should have died out there with the rest of them.” He glanced up at Terry. “What did you do to the bodies?”

    “With some help from a robot called, Beltline we buried them. The graves aren’t marked, be too suspicious if they were.”

    “The government will wonder what happened to me.” Miller whizzed out. He was now breathing rather heavily which wasn’t a good sign. “I need to report in.”

    “Just rest.” Terry opened his medical bag and took out some morphine. “This will help.”

    This seemed to calm Miller down and he visibly relaxed. “How did you get here?”

    “Through a man named Charlie. We used to be friends in high school and went our different ways once we both graduated. He went to collage to get a degree in archeology and I went to began my medical career.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, I was called to Vietnam.” He shook his head. “Anyway, he drove to my house, told me about you and the robots and had me promise that I won’t tell a single soul about what is going on here.” He had to laugh. “I don’t think anybody would have believed me anyway.”

    Miller gradually lifted his right hand then very gently traced the cut on his chest, a look of realization hitting his brown eyes. “I should have died out there with the rest of them.” He glanced up at Terry. “What did you do to the bodies?”

    “With some help from a robot called, Beltline we buried them. The graves aren’t marked, be too suspicious if they were.”

    “The government will wonder what happened to me.” Miller whizzed out. He was now breathing rather heavily which wasn’t a good sign. “I need to report in.”

    “Just rest.” Terry opened his medical bag and took out some morphine. “This will help.”


    The night had been peaceful for the campers, three all together, old high school buddies catching up with a trip out to the desert of New Mexico. They were having a great time telling stories and drinking beers over the small fire. Then came the chilly night only found this far from civilization. That was when the sounds began to reverberate all around them. Sounds, not natural of the desert.

    “What the hell is going on?” A man built like a linebacker stood up with a beer in his hand and a cigarette in another. “Sounds like jets.”

    “But the nearest Air Force base is about fifty miles from here.” Another man, this one short with mousy hair threw his beer can into the fire. “Trust me, my father is in the Air Force. I heard planes all the time growing up and those didn’t sound like any planes I’ve heard of before.”

    “Then what do you think it was?” Asked the third man with a slightly slender build stared up at the sky. “Look, I see something.”

    The others followed his gaze and saw something glowing in the distance. It almost appeared as though there was a fire in the sky.

    “Well, what is that?” Asked the linebacker.

    The one with mousy hair shook his head. “Whatever it is, it’s in serious trouble.” He turned to the slender man. “Sparkplug, what do you make of it?”

    Sparkplug shrugged. “If it hasn’t crashed, then we shouldn’t worry about it.”


    Things settle down rather quickly which got Charlie worried. Why the sudden change in pace? What was going on that he didn’t know about? And where was Echo?

    He turned his attention to the road, his eyes staring at the light created by Beltline’s headlights. “Why didn’t Echo kill the other Decepticon?” The image of Echo standing in the setting sun flashed in front of him which caused him to shiver. “And what is with the face shield?”

    Beltline sighed. “He didn’t kill Firestorm because he didn’t see no reason to. Basically he was just playing around with the Decepticon, trying to get him to turn back. And the face shield is to make him completely invisible. You see, the part of his face that he still has, the nose and mouth as you call it, has sorta a glossy look to them, which reflects light. The face guard helps him become virtually invisible to any enemy.”

    “It’s creepy.” Charlie shivered once again. “What’s his story anyway?”

    “No one really knows. When I met him I was a fresh recruit.” Beltline paused for awhile before he continued. “All I really know was that he was experimented on by Shockwave. What really happened in the vorns he was missing, nobody knows except for him. And he doesn’t like to talk much about his past.”

    “He did tell Buddy and I that he was made to suffer.” Charlie hesitated before he said what he really wanted to say. “He said he was built as a Decepticon…”

    Beltline didn’t say anything for quite awhile, which got Charlie very worried. Did he just cross a line that shouldn’t have been crossed? In the meanwhile he stared out the driver’s side window, hoping to catch a glimpse of Echo, but he didn’t see anything. Amazing.

    “We were all made to suffer at one time.”

    Charlie slightly jumped at the sudden break in the silence. “What do you mean?”

    “Just something that had happened to most of the Outcast team several vorns ago.” His voice was very soft, almost a whisper. “I don’t think any of us can forget what happened.”

    This really got Charlie thinking, but could he really ask what had happened. It seemed to be a very painful, personal story. Then again, Beltline did bring it up.

    He brought his attention back to the front, his eyes staring into the beams of the headlights. “What happened?” His voice was shaky with nerves. “I mean…if you don’t want to…”

    Beltline sounded as though he took a very deep breath before he spoke. “Decepticons by the name of Shockwave and Megatron, experimented on several Autobots. The ones that they were satisfied with got branded with the badge.”

    Charlie glanced at the steering wheel then back at the windshield. “Is it the red badge?”

    “No, it’s a blend of both Decepticon and Autobot badges. We are branded for life as a reminder of what had happened to us many vorns ago.” His voice was just a whisper. “That’s the reason I look the way I look.”

    Charlie had never really thought about Beltline’s appearance before and never really cared. And thinking about it now he did remember what was really different from this bot to another. Beltline has tubes and wires leading from the missile launchers on his shoulders to his chest, arm and legs. He just thought it was the way he was created, but thinking about it now it did seem a bit odd.

    “What are the tubes and wires for?”

    “The main tubes on my chest leads directly to my main power core. That is how I get the energy to fire them.”

    “Won’t that kill you?”

    Beltline let out a nervous chuckle. “Yes, it can definitely kill me, that is why I have to be very careful when I fire them. Then of course there are the wires, which are connected to certain energon cells in my body to help get more power, if needed.”

    Charlie sat in the driver’s seat in stunned silence, not really knowing what to say to Beltline. What could he say or ask? From what Beltline just told him, he was crudely experimented on by someone or something. Who would do something like that?

    “You were experimented on, by who?”

    “Decepticons by the name of Shockwave and Megatron, right after Optimus Prime and his team of Autobots left for this planet.” Beltline was quite for a few minutes before he spoke again. “There are just a few of us that got experimented on in the Outcast group. Sonicblaze, Echo, Mimic, Naito and of course me. Sonicblaze does not carry the logo. I believe that is his reminder.”

    “That’s intense.” Charlie leaned back into the driver’s seat and shook his head. “Why would somebody do that?”

    “We were test objects. Nothing more, nothing less.” Beltline sighed heavily. “Just remember, the Decepticons don’t care if you live or die.”


    “Sonicblaze, we got another hit!” Shouted Trace, the lone female bot of the group and the second sniper. “It appears to be several miles away from here!”

    Sonicblaze quickly spun around to look at the blue and white robot. “Exactly where is it at!”

    “It’s up north.” She turned to Buddy. “What do you call that territory?”

    Buddy climbed onto the chair and stared at a grid like map of the world. “That’s Antarctica. It’s covered in ice and it’s pretty treacherous.”

    “Good. Mimic, transform into jet mode, Blade Runner you go with him. I’ll send Echo there as soon as Beltline makes it back with Charlie.” Sonicblaze looked down at the human. “Buddy, it’s your choice if you want to go or not.”

    Buddy nodded. “I’ll go, but I need to get some winter gear.”

    Sonicblaze grumbled, but slowly nodded his head knowing without Buddy with him Blade Runner may not be able to get very far. In this world, cars don’t drive themselves.

    “Very well. Blade Runner, take care of Buddy.” He glanced back at the map. “It appears you may have to warp there.”

    Blade Runner nodded. “No, problem. We’ll have to stop somewhere so Buddy can get prepared.” He turned his head as another human walked into the control room. “Doc, how’s the injured human doing?”

    “Rather well, but we have a problem.” Terry looked up at the intimidating figure that’s Sonicblaze then gulped. “Our military may get involved if we don’t do something soon.”

    “What do we need to do to get the military off our backs?”

    “He needs to report in.”

    Sonicblaze shook his head. “We can’t do that.”

    “We need to do something or your going to have several military personal crawling all over this landscape searching for him.”

    “What can we possibly do?” Asked Trace.

    Buddy shrugged. “We do have two spare bodies buried out there. Maybe we can do something to fake his death.”

    Terry actually smiled. “Not a bad idea.”

    Sonicblaze gave a nod to the human doctor. “Do want you need to do. Naito, help them”

    Naito quickly shook his head. “There is no way I’m helping out a human, Sonicblaze.”

    “It’s an order Naito!” Sonicblaze crossed his one arm, his hand gripping his side. “Now go, and help the doctor. We can not afford to have any more humans finding out about us!”


    Mirror Blade tried to flex his right hand, but found it extremely hard to do. Apparently he must have broken something in his rage. He sighed heavily then turned to Redline.

    “Redline, I need repairs. And you better do a good job.”

    Redline slowly nodded. “Yes sir, follow me.”

    Just then Camshaft spun around in his chair, pointing to a grid like map. “Found another one, sir!”

    Mirror Blade nodded. “Very well. We will leave early tomorrow.”

    Three Days Later

    Buddy has never been so cold in his entire life. It seemed his blood was frozen inside his veins. Even sitting inside Blade Runner didn’t help him from shivering uncontrollably. He pulled his coat tight to his body, hoping to get some warmth and when it failed he let out a moan.

    “Why can’t we just dig the big guy out of the ice?” His voice was shaky from the cold. “I mean, Echo said it was an unknown spark. Whatever that means.”

    “It’s very important, Buddy. Echo has always known what a spark was and now we come upon a spark that has no allegiance. It’s very odd. Thus the reason we have to wait for Beltline.”

    “And while we are waiting Mirror Blade might be coming our way.”

    “Buddy has a point. I detect his spark about twenty miles away and closing in fast. It appears he must have used a jet mode.” Echo appeared in front of them, hovering just a few feet above the ground. “And Beltline is closing in fast. He must have driven the entire time to get here.”

    Echo transformed, his weight as he landed made an indention in the snow, but there was barely no sound at all. Buddy was amazed by this. With his weight it should have rocked Blade Runner, instead the only thing that happened was a slight dusting of snow on the windshield. How could that be possible?

    He watched as the big, black robot took out a thin rifle out of his back, quickly piece it together and aimed it to the west. Then with one quick motion of his right hand he slid a piece of metal over his mouth. As quick as that Echo now became something that scared Buddy. Just the look of having no face was eerie enough, but it was the shape that made him shiver. It was angled as such that Echo almost appeared to be something out of hell itself.

    “Wait! If we fire then we stand the chance of hitting whoever is locked in the ice!” Blade Runner shouted.

    Echo lowered his rifle with a nod. “Understood.” His head suddenly snapped to the sky. “Incoming fire!”

    Blade Runner gunned his engines and sped off, hoping to get enough distance away from whatever the missile had targeted and himself. Buddy glanced in the rearview mirror and could see the missile as it hit the side of a massive iceberg. The whole ground shook, which caused Blade Runner to swerve out of control.

    Buddy held tightly onto the steering wheel, his eyes tightly closed. “Stop the spinning!”

    “I’m trying!” Buddy could hear Blade Runner’s wheel’s spinning in the snow. His alt mode, a mid-sixties pick-up truck was built for this type of thing, but he didn’t have snow tires. “Hang on, hear comes Beltline!”

    In the blurred motion of the spinning Buddy could see a small, red car quickly making its way towards them. With one quick and fluid motion the car transformed and skidded to a stop just feet away from the spinning Autobot. He reached out his hand, grabbed Blade Runner’s tailgate then reached for the side. As he did, Blade Runner’s spin began to slow till he came to a gentle stop. Buddy however felt like he was going to hurl and opened the door quickly.

    “Are you okay, Buddy?” Asked Beltline as he took out his rifle. Buddy grabbed his stomach and heaved. “That doesn’t look good.”

    “We got bigger things to worry about, Beltline.” Blade Runner transformed and shook his head. “The Cybertronian that was in the ice just got hit with a missile.”

    Beltline glanced that way. “I see.” He followed Echo’s gaze and can see several Omnibots coming their way. “Looks like Mirror Blade decided to get a team together for this one.”

    Buddy wiped his mouth then turned his attention to the giant iceberg, now with a large crater in it. Through the crater he could make out a massive, white figure. He quickly glanced at Beltline then back at the figure to get the height down and his jaw dropped. This robot had to be at least three stories high.

    “Holy shit. That's a big fucking robot.”
  13. Hakudoushi

    Hakudoushi Well-Known Member

    Aug 24, 2004
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    “Holy shit. Thanks a big fucking robot.”

    BEST. LINE. EVER!!!!!!!! :rock 
  14. alphie

    alphie Veteran

    Nov 13, 2002
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    Thanks. I just realized that I spelled 'thanks' instead of 'that's'. :lol 
  15. Chaos Muffin

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    Jeezus Alphie, you have mad potential that just oozes out of your writing.

    Brainstorms, yah right, more like brain Katrinas lol
  16. alphie

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    Thanks to the people on the shoutbox that helped me work this chapter out. You guys know who you are. You :rock  .

    Chapter 5

    The room was rather quite which was fine by Miller who wanted some alone time in the last few days. He didn’t want any of those robots walking into the room. He hated the robots and though that doctor guy kept telling him they met no harm, he couldn’t believe him. How could he? One nearly killed him about a week ago and he will carry the scar for the rest of his life, a reminder of that horrific day.

    He glanced down at his chest then turned his head away. “Why did this happen to me?” His fist tightened. “Why am I still alive?”

    Two other men died that day, so why was he the only one to survive? Was this the robot’s mad intentions, a way for him to be tormented? If it was, it was definitely working. There is no way he will forget how they died. It hunted him in his dreams and while awake the images flashed before him, like some horrible game of flash cards.

    “They didn’t deserve to die like that, no human does.” He shook his head. “No way, I will like these robots. How can I?”

    “Because they saved your life.”

    Miller lifted his head to see the doctor walking in with a canteen and a c-ration. “I’m not hungry.”

    “You should eat.” Terry walked up to Miller who was now laying on a military issued cot, bought at a local thrift store. “At least drink some water.”

    “Fine.” Miller grabbed the canteen with his left hand then tried to lift it up. “Shit.” He quickly dropped it from the stabbing pain in his side. “This is getting rather annoying.”

    “You suffered a terrible injury. It will take some time to heal. At least your alive.”

    Miller wanted to throw the canteen, wanted to stomp away in anger, but all he really could do was turn his head. “Leave now.”

    Terry slowly nodded. “I will have to come back to check on your wound in another hour.” He placed the c-ration next to Miller’s right leg. “Please, eat.”

    After the doctor left Miller tried to take a drink of water and realized that his right arm wouldn’t lift not much higher then up to his shoulder. Thinking it was because of the injury he tried again and this time he got spasms up and down his arm. How weird. Wonder what could be wrong?

    He could hear heavy footsteps approaching the room which made a moan escape his lips. One of those robots were coming to the infirmary to see him. And no matter what he does he can’t stop them. They will always come in, it was after all their medical bay.

    The robot slowly turned into the infirmary, his large frame nearly filling the doorframe. He instantly noticed the expression on the robot’s face was sincere and not anything hostile. Though he was very intimidating this robot did nothing as he walked in. In fact the robot didn't mutter a sound as he sat down on a large stool, right across from Miller with his arms crossed.

    They both sat in silence for several minutes till the robot finally took a deep breath. Miller who had laid back down on his back, turned his head to see the robot had uncrossed his arms and his palms now rested on his knees. He took another deep breath then scooted the stool much closer to Miller.

    “I know you hate us and I understand, but listen to me.” The robot glanced around then turned his attention back to Miller. “Computer, close door.” When the door was closed he sighed very heavily. “I don’t want you hanging onto that guilt. Trust me, it won’t get you anywhere.”

    “How would you know, your just a robot.”

    The robot actually laughed. “Trust me I know.” He rubbed his face then leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “I have experienced death like you have never seen before.” His glowing eyes actually seemed to sadden. “Let’s just say this, when you are fighting a war that has lasted millions of your Earth years you see things that no other living being should.”

    For the first time Miller saw the human-like expressions on the robot’s face. Not only that he also saw how similar the robots were to humans. It was a little eerie. Here, sitting in front of him was a living, breathing machine that acted just like any other person on Earth.

    Miller glanced away from the robot ashamed, but still angry. “He cut them in half.” His fists clinched tightly. “How am I suppose to feel about it?”

    “Use it.” He could hear the robot get up. “Use that anger. It’s what’s going to help you survive.”


    “Who the hell is that?” Asked Buddy as he turned to Beltline. “He’s fucking huge!”

    “I don’t know, I have never seen him before.” Beltline shrugged at Blade Runner. “Have you?”

    Blade Runner nodded his head. “Yes, but I can’t believe it.” He took a step back then turned to Echo. “Echo, you knew who that was in that ice, didn’t you?”

    Echo shrugged. “Maybe I did.”

    Buddy glanced at both robots then back at the white one which was incased in ice. “Okay, what’s going on here? Who is that robot?”

    “He’s name is Jetfire, he was once a Cybertronian scientist way before the war started.” Blade Runner glanced once again at Echo. “He’s suppose to be the scientist that help create Echo.”

    Echo slowly nodded his head as he slid the mouth guard up. “He was the bot that came up with the design that was used to create me.” He turned to them, the plate masking his face giving him a look of evil. “He managed to get the basics down, but then he went missing.”

    “And how long ago was this?” Buddy asked as he quickly turned away from Echo.

    “Several million of your years.” Blade Runner took a handle out of his thigh then pushed a button, releasing a rather large energy blade. “Let’s get us some Deceptibots.”


    The shuttle was eerily quiet as Windcharger made his way to the dorms. The dorms were actually just a room that housed two sleeping units and a chair. Nothing else. But he had to get away, to think about the team that he was now questioning. At first he wanted to be with Mirror Blade, thinking that being with him, he would be on the frontlines. As of late, however his duties consisted of cleaning the shuttle and making sure the computers in the repair bay ran correctly.

    He slumbered into the dorm that he shared with Camshaft and sat down on the chair. He didn’t know what to do. Sonicblaze never showed any interest in him, in fact when Sonicblaze was recruiting he sent a memo to him specifically saying that he was too young and inexperienced.

    “I wish he could just watch me in action. Then maybe, just maybe he will change his mind.”

    He glanced down at his hands, knowing he held a great ability. An ability to stop missiles and reverse their path, an ability that may never see the light of day.

    “Why don’t they trust me?” With just a thought the magnetic fields in both his hands ignited, making his hands glow a bright blue. “Why do they think I can’t handle myself?”

    With one fluid motion of his hands he slowly began to lift his sleeping unit. He felt no weight at all till the bed was about five feet off the ground. And even then it was just minor, he could lift twice his weight with no problem.

    The door to the dorm opened allowing for Camshaft to step in. “What are you doing in here?”

    “Thinking.” Windcharger placed the bed back down and folded his hands. “I don’t believe I belong here, Camshaft.”

    Camshaft shrugged and sat down on his sleeping unit. “What can you do though?”

    Windcharger took a look at the silver bot lying in front of him, seeing the various cuts in his armor plating and in some places where armor was missing suggesting multiple experimental surgeries. Shivers ran down Windcharger’s spine, it was an abomination to see a bot in this condition regardless of its affiliation. Camshaft was created as an Omnibot, his body built to take a lot of punishment and in a way to be easily experimented with. All he ever knew in his short life was to follow orders, never think, or show any kind of individuality.

    “I don’t know.” Windcharger shook his head. “But what I do know is this, I can’t stay here any much longer while Mirror Blade is in charge.”

    “If you leave, then you will be marked as a traitor. Do you really want that?” Camshaft shook his head. “You do remember Mach Alert, don’t you?”

    “How can I forget him?”

    Mach Alert was an Autobot that was stationed with Mirror Blade several vorns ago. The horror stories that followed after he left the team made the energon chill in any bot. According to one story Mach Alert was tortured so badly he went completely crazy. Another story told about him disappearing into the depths of Cybertron to lead his own radical group of bots. Either way, Mach Alert was never the same again after a short ‘meeting’ with Mirror Blade.

    Camshaft shook his head. “If you leave, then leave. But I don’t want any part in it.”


    Mirror Blade transformed and crossed his arms at the mere sight of the gigantic, white robot imbedded in the iceberg. He had never seen a Cybertronian this large before and it just may come in handy for him and his team. Mirror Blade chuckled at just thinking of what this bot could do to move things along in his cause.

    He turned to Firestorm. “You know what to do.”

    Firestorm nodded his head. “Right.” He turned to Redline. “Let’s go!”

    As the two bots raced off, Mirror Blade smirked. “The big bot’s gonna be on our team.”

    Trigger crossed his arms as he floated next to his commander. “I believe that this endeavor will be a waste of time Mirror Blade.”

    Mirror Blade spun towards him. “Are you questioning my orders!”

    “No, sir I am not. It’s just that our resources are very limited right now. Having a bot that large will eat up most of our energon reserves alone.” Trigger sighed heavily. “Given time I believe that Sonicblaze will come to the same conclusion. In fact I highly recommend that you talk to him.”

    “Never!” Mirror Blade waved his fist at Trigger. “You sightless fool! We need that bot!”

    “Don’t get greedy here, Mirror Blade!” Trigger waved at the Outcast team who was just standing around doing nothing. “They don’t even know what is going on!”

    Mirror Blade glanced down to see Echo and Blade Runner doing nothing. “Exactly how much of our resources will this bot eat up?”

    “My calculations say eighty-five percent.”

    “Slag it!” He quickly flipped up the comm-link on his wrist. “Firestorm, Redline. Retreat!”

    “What?!” Shouted Firestorm. “Have you lost it, Mirror Blade?”

    “I’m your commander, Firestorm! Don’t ever speak like that to me again unless you want to be scrap! Let me say it again, retreat!”


    “Is this really worth fighting for?” Shouted Buddy as he was pushed to the side by Blade Runner.

    “I’m not sure.” Blade Runner rested the blade of his sword on his shoulder. “But this is, this could be a mistake for us.”

    Echo shook his head. “He has no alliance, I see no point in fighting over him.”

    “The freaky bot does have a point, Blade Runner.” Buddy glanced up at the large, red and brown robot. “So, what are we doing?”

    Blade Runner held up his hand. “Hang on.” He flipped up the comm-link on his wrist. “Yeah, what is it, Sonicblaze?”

    Sonicblaze appeared on the small screen, with his arms crossed. His face told Blade Runner that he wasn’t in a good mood.

    “I just had a nice chat with Mirror Blade. According to him, that robot will suck up most of our resources.” Sonicblaze shook his head. “I don’t want to do this, but make sure that robot is secure and safe. Blade Runner, make sure his systems are shut down and disable all energon readings so nobody can find him.” Blade Runner got a quizzical look on his face, but he knew not to question his commander. “After you do this, return to base.”

    “Well, you heard the commander let’s get this finished.” He closed the comm-link and shrugged. “Come on Buddy, let’s get this done.”

    Buddy stuffed his hands into his coat pocket. “So, you all going to kill him?”

    “Nah, but close.” Blade Runner pushed a button on his sword’s handle which made the glowing, red blade to disappear. “I’ll show you what we do.”

    Two Days Later

    Life at the Rebirth Base quickly returned to normal, except for one thing: the induction of yet another human to the ranks. And unlike the others, he was not excepting the new life style very easily. In fact he still despised the robots even after the talk with Sonicblaze. For him they will always be the disgusting creatures that killed for the fun of it. Sure he saw the human-like qualities to them; the way they talk, the way the walk and even the way they joked, but to him that was all just a rouge. An act they put on to make the humans around them more comfortable.

    He clinched his good fist. “Nothing, can make me like these robots.” He glanced down at his useless right arm. “My career is over and for what?”

    Very slowly he stood up, the pain in his side causing him to grimace. Terry, the resident human doctor told him it would take quite some time to heal from an injury like this. What made the injury that more difficult to heal was the burn on the edges of the cut. In fact the burn had gotten infected just a few days ago, which caused him to get a very high fever. Which he is still fighting over to this day.

    “Why am I made to suffer like this?” He very gradually walked over to a couch, built out of scraps of metal and a thin, old mattress. It wasn’t at all comfortable, then again nothing really was in this place. Unfortunately in order to sit down, he had to use his left hand to brace himself, which made him practically fall onto the hard surface of the sofa. “We need to invest in some real furniture.”

    Very heavy footsteps came into the room which met only one thing, one of those robots had decided to check on him.

    "Great, it's probably that Red Alert."

    To his surprise it wasn’t the white robot that called himself, Red Alert, instead it was one of the smaller bots which he believe was named Beltline. This one in particular had large tubes coming out of the middle of his chest, along with several smaller ones that led to his arms and legs which led to the larger cannons perched on each shoulder. The weapons however appeared to be much too big and too awkward for the little bot. Why would such a thing be built?

    “What do you want?” Miller asked as he glanced up at the eight foot robot.

    Beltline shrugged. “Wanted to see how you were doing?”


    “Why not?” Beltline walked up to him then sat down on the floor right across from Miller. “I can’t check up on you from time to time?”

    “No other robot has yet, except for that Red Alert.” Miller looked Beltline right into his glowing, blue eyes. “What are you really doing here?”

    Beltline took what sounded like a deep breath. “Okay, this is what’s up. You are yet another human added to our ranks no matter if you like it or not.” The small robot shrugged the massive cannons on his shoulder. “I was just wondering what will make you more comfortable here?”

    Miller couldn’t believe the robot was asking that question. The nerve of him to do so. What did he think this base was, the Hyatt?

    He rolled his eyes at the robot then took a glance at his bandaged chest. “If this didn’t happen to me, life would be wonderful. I would be on the road to becoming a career soldier. Might have even done a tour in Vietnam.”

    “You can become a career soldier. Just not in a human army, but in the war we are in now we need as many soldiers as was we can get.” He noted the incredulous look on Miller’s face and shook his head. “If you don’t except this lifestyle you will surely die.”

    The bot got a stern look in his face which surprised Miller. From what he has seen of this particular robot he has always been upbeat and appeared to have not a single bad thought. And now he appeared like the killing machine he thought these creatures were.

    “Just leave me alone.”

    “No, I’m not going to leave you alone.” Beltline brought his hand up to stop Miller from talking. “Let me tell you a story.”

    Miller shook his head. “Very well, you tell me your bed time story.”

    Beltline nodded. “It all started several vorns ago.

    I wasn’t built like this, in fact I was built like any other Cybertronian. Then after Optimus Prime left, he was our leader for the longest time and the Decepticons decided to kidnap several Autobots and experiment on them, I was one of them. This,” He waved to the large cannons. “Is what they did to me. I was awake and felt everything.” His voice cracked. “To this day it still hurts when I transform and when I use them, I have a ninety-seven percent chance that I will die by doing so.” He shook his head. “Don’t let what Mirror Blade did to you eat you up. Trust me, if you do, you will never be the same again.”

    Miller studied the crude cannons on Beltline's shoulders and realization hit him. “The badge, you and only a few others carry it. Were you branded by the ones that did this to you?”

    “You catch on rather quick. You will make a great soldier some day.” Beltline slowly nodded. “Yes, it’s branded on me.” He gently rubbed the strange purple face on his right shoulder. “Unfortunately it can not be removed.”

    “Damn, I’m sorry.” Miller took a look at his wound then back at Beltline. “Can I have some time alone?”

    “Sure, very well.” Beltline stood up then smiled. “Don’t worry, things will get better for you. They always do.”

    A pair of heavy footsteps ran into the infirmary. “Beltline, we have company!”

    Miller turned to see Naito. “What’s going on?” He asked.

    The thin robot glanced his way, a look of his shock on his face. “You talk?” He shook his head as though to clear it. “Anyway, Windcharger is here.”

    Beltline snapped his head to Naito. “What?!”

    “Yeah, he apparently wants to join our team. Hurry, Sonicblaze wants him to fight Mimic!”
  17. KnightSaberAmi

    KnightSaberAmi Nyan Nyan

    Dec 25, 2004
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    Another Wonderful chapter!!! Keep it up!
  18. Hakudoushi

    Hakudoushi Well-Known Member

    Aug 24, 2004
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    That totally rocked!!

    Update soon!

    Are you gonna update the other story? The one w/ kicker? I like that one too.
  19. alphie

    alphie Veteran

    Nov 13, 2002
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    This story is actually a remake of the one that you mentioned. Didn't like the way it was going, so I decided to go ahead and rewrite it. Will it include Kicker? Not sure yet. Still trying to get things worked out.
  20. Hakudoushi

    Hakudoushi Well-Known Member

    Aug 24, 2004
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    Ok. That's cool. I just like Kicker so I was hoping you'd continue the other one.