A/N: Hey, sorry for rarely updating Darkstar. It's just 8th grade sucks in homework level. I have gotten a good story going here and so I'll post this up. Enjoy!
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The screaming never stopped.
His orders were clear, this is what had to be done to win on the eastern front, to win in the all important city whose name was of the disgusting communist head of government.
If this experiment worked, this would lead to the ushering of a new era in super-soldiers that would fight for them. More loyal than the best of troops, stronger than the largest soldier, more powerful than the Tiger tank, and infinitely more intelligent than Albert Einstein. That is, if they could find anymore frames. But even with one of them they could destroy the entire Red Army in 2 weeks.
'Albert...that old friend.' The man thought. 'If he's helping in the Americans project, then I will rival him with this. No city-destroying super-bomb could be better than what I am creating."
And yet the incessant screaming still made him feel a little...guilty? Sure he'd done experiments before but never like this.
The man kept screaming and screaming as his body slowly went dark, the life transferring into something greater.
"Private, make sure you record all of this." the man said as he walked towards the viewing window.
But that's where the shock came in.
The original American GI was twisting and turning from the stress of the transfer and blood was all over everything.
"Commandant, the levels are off the charts! He seems incompatible with the new form. Should we continue?"
The man looked over towards the private.
"Continue with this experiment." He ordered as his mind drifted. "We must complete it bec-"
The loudest scream shot out from this broken figure and transferring to the new figure, ripping and shattering the bullet proof glass of the observation room, sending everyone behind it, including the man, back flying...flying, falling, falling, falling...
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"AHHHHHHHHHHRGH!"
"Doctor, Doctor, are you alright?" A woman called out in concern.
An old man was sitting up in his chair panting heavily in a daze that left him staring at a grain of sand on the beach.
"Ves, shi am vine." Man replied with his German accent cutting into every syllable.
"Well, you certainly don't look good." Said a middle-aged woman bending down by the pool chair. "Here, have some coffee, do you want anything else?"
The old man snapped out of it and looked her in the eyes.
"No, vi am vine, thvank you Lydia. You are vhe best caretaker."
The woman shot a smile but turned and left without a word. The man sat there, thinking over what he'd done that day. This was the anniversary of the ending of the Stalingrad project. That cataclysmic project. He regretted it now, though he knew that the expeirementi appreciated it. Who wouldn't want to be one of them.
Thwop, thwop, thwop, thwop
Out in the distance, past the perfectly made beach and tropical vegetation surrounding it, 5 choppers were seen flying in the sky, coming closer with every second. The old man got up and stared out at these figures, waiting for his long-awaited doom.
Thwop, thwop, thwop, thwop, thwop,thwop, thwop
The door of his mansion behind him slammed open and Lydia jumped out of the house and ran down the beach towards him frantically, looking behind her.
"Doctor, Doctor! There are helicopters approaching from the south, behind the house!"
She turned around to look for the approaching choppers over the house, but she was still waiting for a reply.
The old man simply pointed out over the sea to were the birds were.
"They're coming vrom ofer thvere as vell." The man explained as he turned and walked towards the house. She turned around and stared at the new and larger set of choppers coming in.
"What is going on Doctor?" She screamed in alarm after him. The doctor stopped halfway to the house and spun around, staring off into the sky.
"The Americans have come for my past sins. Now go into the house and you should be safe, Lydia."
She nodded hesitantly, still completely confused and unsure but trusting, and ran off towards the house. The doctor just stood his ground and stared straight at the choppers, waiting for the them to get there.
"They have come for my past sins..."
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"Time to target, 1 minute."
The Marines looked towards the shore, no nervousness or fear in their eyes.
"I still know it would've been better to go over the woods, cause we would have gotten the drop on them. The calculations are better. We would have the initiative and have millions more options of attack, escape, cover concealment. All of which are now invalid."
The Lieutenant looked at the empty control seats.
"I know Vortex, but we already checked it out via satellite and there are no weapons."
"That doesn't matter. The amount of arms flow, weapons l, military personnel and other supplies could easily have gotten there. He could have concealed them, which he didn't because I ran a scan a nano-second ago and nothing has appeared. But we should still get the drop on them." The helicopter growled, careful not to throw around his occupants inside of his chassis.
"Yes, that's why we can peel around to the north and then come from the trees if we need too."
"We would have been compromised by then. Forces could have been deployed before that. There are human guerilla outposts along that. It wouldn't long for them to enter effectively in from locatio-."
"But are these battle-plans *humans* will understand?"
"No. They have far too many processes and cross data communication and transfer for a human mind to even understand 1/87546373 of it. And so it is irrelevant."
"Exactly."
The chopper internally grumbled on about inferior humans and stupid, weak, slow, gross, disgusting flesh bags. It took up a total of 0.0000000001% of his processers capability. Yet somewhere with it all you could tell he still regarded them as life.
The LT turned to his men as the chopper stayed the perfect course.
"Let's make this op quick. Alpha group is going to snatch the target and Charlie and is are going to provide security and stop any QRFs from getting here from the highway or from locations-" He pointed to the highlighted areas of the map Vortex was projecting. "- that Vortex pointed out. First chopper, set up in the woods to the south, my chopper, set up in driveway area, third chopper, set in the woods to the north. Hurah?"
"Hurah!"
The LT turned around waiting to see if any action would come.
"Time to put this bastard where he belongs."
"Hurah!"
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"Send out the 5th squadron. I want to find out who that mech is."
"Yes Lord Megatron, they are already sent off."
"Very good, Vehicon….Soundwave, decloak his spark signature."
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The Marines swooped in over the house, shooting up sand and dirt and bending the trees and plants as they landed at their designated LZs.
Marines stormed out and set up perimeters to the north, south, and west, setting up in structures, hills, gullies, all with a 360 view of everything. The choppers stayed where they were, waiting for their next order.
But surprisingly, the target was standing on the beach, just waiting to be picked up.
The Marines that landed on the beach moved towards him, weapons raised.
"Velcome to my vhome, Americans."
The Marines crouched, pointing their weapons even more intensely at him.
"Is there anything you need?" Said Sarge Bede, stepping forward.
"No."
"Then get in the chopper."
The Marines grabbed him and ran across the beach, pushing the man into the chopper by the house. The choppers blades fired up and within an instant, all of the other Marines got into their choppers and lifted off, heading away from the Argentinean shoreline.
3 Minutes later...
"Lieutenant, nine bogies are approaching from the from the north and they are Cybertronian. They are heavily armed and following a quadratic traj-." Vortex continued on internally in his helm, though he was already done taking, analyzing, processing, hacking, optimizing, option making, and relaying the information before he spoke one word in English.
The LT pondered this for a second, figuring out the best plan of action, but Vortex already had it all figured out.
"Everyone, turn around and get into defensive positions on the shore. Alpha team, south side, Charlie team, north side, Bravo team, we're the QRF."
"Correct call, though you should go farther inland for more cover and strategic geographic positions." Vortex added.
The Lt nodded in acceptance and Vortex relayed the information.
The choppers pilots in all but one chopper turned their craft towards the shore. The other turned himself towards the shore, deep in thought.
'Could these be the 'cons?'
It seemed so, considering they were flying.
He didn't have long to figure it out.
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A/N: Hopefully you enjoyed this. This is sort of a mysterious novel, and so there'll be a lot of secretive pasts. I hope to post up more soon. R&R!
