Disclaimer: All the characters contained in this work of fiction are the intellectual copyrights and trademarks of their respective owners. These include Cartoon Network, Hasbro, Warner Bros., Marvel Comics entertainment Group, DC Comics, Devil's Due Press, IDW Publishing, and anyone else I've forgotten. Also, a few concepts came from friends, which I am borrowing for my work here, for a matter of simplicity in regards to continuity.
Author's Note: This fanfic uses some continuity from a fellow writer's works, that friend being jbwriter. You'll get which continuity I'm using when the characters show up. Otherwise it wouldn't be a surprise. Whether or not it's canon to what he writes is up to him, really. But it's all in fun that I write this, and for the people's possible enjoyment.
The city of Townsville.
A peaceful, quiet, happy place; the kind of place that a person could spend all day relaxing after a long day of work at the office, or after an informative day of school. Peaceful and happy, until a time of crisis arrives, a time at which the city's protectors, the Powerpuff Girls, arrive on the scene to make things right.
Let us direct our attention to a bustling nuclear power plant on the outskirts of town. As far as nuclear plants go, it was completely up to code and fully functioning, and perfectly safe. A pleasant place to work, if one must say so. At least, it was until now.
BOOM!
A loud explosion rocked the facilities, and all the workers began scrambling for safety as a number of fighter jets began opening fire on the buildings, and trying to open a path to the nuclear power rods. These jets didn't use machine guns, but instead some kind of advanced energy beam, despite looking like standard U.S fighting jets. The lead jet was blue, white, and red, and occasionally veered off the path set for them to terrorize some innocent scientists and workers, a high pitched cackle erupting from the communications system, a clear, sharp, almost screechy laugh, firing off a few missiles and causing buildings to collapse on themselves, before going back to the task at hand.
An alarm went off, and, back at the Mayor's office, the call was made, and the girls set out to save the day, or so they thought.
First, before getting back to the action, however, one thing must be said – the girls were teenagers now, sixteen years old each, and still living at home with their father, and living a happy, normal life. Or as normal as it got for three girls with superhuman abilities far beyond the norm, and living life as an adventure, despite all the problems that occasionally brought about.
From the house they lived in, with the noticeable three holes in the top floor's outer wall, three streaks of light, one blue, one pink, and one green, zipped out and began zooming towards the nuclear plant. When they arrived on the scene, they came to a full stop, and took in the scene.
Each girl had altered her look over the years, with Buttercup wearing a green tank top with a black stripe above her bared midriff, darker green pants, dark boots, fighting gloves, and the occasional bandage on her upper and lower arms, Bubbles wearing a blue t-shirt with a black stripe and white pants and blue shoes, and Blossom wearing a red and pink t-shirt with a red star on the pink front and bank, red pants, and pink and white sneakers. Each girl wore a small chain with the initials PP on a different part of their outfit, as a charm, and still bore their signature hair styles.
Buttercup was the first to speak, staring just a bit at the mess, and at what had caused it, as a number of the jets were still circling about, an amplified laughter being played from the most recurring, a largely blue with some white jet. "Jeeze…look at this place…those old heaps did all this…?" She shrugged, then rushed forward, trailing green light behind her.
"Buttercup, no! We have to work out a plan!" Blossom yelled, pink eyes opening wide as she moved to the side, and dodged a missile that just barely hit her, pushing it aside with one bare hand and a grunt. "These guys mean business, and we need to be coordinated!"
"Plan, schman! I'm gonna take these guys out right now!" A bright green light erupted from her green eyes, melting metal off the side wing of the blue jet. Surprisingly, there was a scream of pain as the jet swerved, and crashed through one damaged watch tower, and pulled up, wobbling a bit as it flew, and began opening fire on Buttercup, knocking her back with surprising force. "Woah! I felt that!"
"You little meat-puppet! How dare you burn me?!" the voice that came from the jet was sounding hysterical, or something close to it, and began circling about as the others opened fire on the three teens, who ended up splitting up and heading towards the jets, knocking each one out of the air and onto the ground in a heap of bent and twisted metal, while the girls themselves were left with numerous scrapes, scratches, and a few open cuts and burns. Bubbles had a hurt, slightly afraid look in her eyes, as she rubbed one of her scratches gently, and pulled her hand bank, speaking in a slightly squeaky, cutesy voice.
"That wasn't very nice of them…" she almost, but not quite, whined, before tilting her head to the side, and blinking with her wide blue eyes at her sisters, and let out a soft scream as she pointed out another jet, this one the leader, heading straight for them, firing off rapid-fire bolts of energy, which caused the ground to splinter and crumble, before exploding upwards in a shower of dirt and burning asphalt. "Oh, no!"
Blossom gritted her teeth, frowning as she rubbed her arms a little and flexed an arm – despite not having fully defined muscles as some superheroes would have, they still packed impressive upper and lower body strength, which was proven as the redhead flew down to the ground, and picked up one of the fallen jets, and heaved it at the lone remaining flier, grunting slightly with the effort. What she didn't expect was for the leader jet to continue to open fire, the bolts tearing holes into the other, thrown jet, which suffered from a small explosion, and was thrown into the ground, tearing a large furrow and making quite the crater. Then came an annoying, high pitched laugh from the red, white, and blue jet.
"Did you really think tossing one of my fellows at me would stop me?! We're ready to turn on each other in a second if it meant taking out some idiotic do-gooder, Cybertronian or not!" The voice that came from the jet was also somewhat high-pitched, screechy in an slightly annoying fashion, and also pompous and it sounded like its owner was very full of itself. The three girls narrowed their eyes, then zoomed towards the fighter jet, which surprisingly began to move at speeds beyond anything any man-made craft should be able to go at, as well as flying up completely vertical, and even doing complex arial maneuvers that would cause most aircraft to cut out and crash. It also continued to fire at them, occasionally grazing one of them or sending them cartwheeling through the air.
"Oh, that's it! I am sick of this!" Buttercup growled before tossing an energy ball at the jet at the same time as it fired, causing an explosion that sent all four fliers spinning backwards. At the same time, they could hear a faint whirring/clicking sound as the jet began laughing again, smoke blocking their view of it. When the air cleared, however, the girls were in for a shock, for floating before them was a massive humanoid robot, whose fists could easily squeeze the light out of each girl, with a large black head with glowing red eyes. It laughed, and cracked its knuckles, or an imitation of the act, its blasters mounted on its arms, wings along its back as wings, still floating in the air with ease. "What…the…" Buttercup was confused, and at a lack of what to say, as while they had seen their share of transforming robots, this one gave off a completely different vibe than those other ones…for while those were just robots, this one acted like it was alive, truly alive.
"Well now…looks like you three humans are a bit more of a problem than the rest of your ilk…" as the red, white, and blue robot spoke, wearing a sneer on its face, there was another large explosion, this from the plant proper, as something was tearing its way inside. Something…big. "Sounds like our 'fearless leader' has found what he's after. Too bad you bugs won't live long enough to find out just what that is!" With that, the robot reached out, swatting Buttercup aside and grabbing Bubbles, starting to crush her in his hand, cackling as he did and holding that hand over his head. "You see? No matter how 'advanced' you are, you're still meat and bone! You can't stand against my metal!" He was aware he had just said something of a pun, but he wasn't much of a humorist at the moment, or at all, being more of the backstabbing, complaining, ladder climbing and violent type. Blossom flew forward, and grabbed one of his fingers and, grunting, began pulling back on it as she braced herself against his hand, and attempted to free her sister that way.
"You…talk…too…much!" she grunted as she pulled back hard, a loud snap and crack sound echoing through the air. The robot screamed loudly, in pain, and released the terrified blonde, holding his hand.
"You vermin! I'll squash you like the pest you are!" The robot reached out with his other hand, before he fell back, one of his comrades' nose cones being rammed into his cockpit chest and knocking him back, as Buttercup forced him to fly backwards and through a building or two, before punching him repeatedly in the face, denting his left cheek a bit.
"Shut up! Your voice is so annoying!" She growled, still punching him until she was sure he was out of it, then flew away from him to check on the others. "You okay, Bubbles?"
The blonde in question had watering eyes, and was sniffling as Blossom held her hands, a scared look on her face. "I-I am now…he really hurt me…I didn't think anything could squeeze that hard…"
"It's okay, Bubbles, it's okay…Buttercup knocked him out real good…" the redhead tried to cheer her sister up, smiling and giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder, and a light hug, which did cheer her up after a few moments. The black haired girl rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I hate to interrupt, but we still have a job to do…that jerk said his boss was back there!"
Bubbles nodded, tilting her head to the side and smiling. "Buttercup's right…we have to find out who his boss was, and kick his butt!" Her tougher sister smiled, and nodded, giving her a thumbs up.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!"
The three headed off in the direction of the last explosion, determined looks on their faces as they neared a breached containment chamber. They only had a few seconds to react when there was a loud 'Bwomp!' sound, and a large bolt of pink energy struck them, sending them flying back through the air, as well as burning them a bit. They all cried out, and looked through the thick smoke, narrowing their eyes as they tried to use their X-ray vision to see through the mess.
The ground trembled and walls fell as another massive robot stepped out of the wreckage. This one was mostly white, with a bit of black and red, and a purple symbol on its chest, similar to the markings on the jets. It had glowing red eyes with black brows, and a bucket-like helmet, and a harsh, frowning face. He spoke, in a raspy, tough voice, and held in one hand a large – for a person – power rod container, and pointed his right arm at them, a large black canon that looked like a gun barrel attached to his forearm.
"What manner of humans are you? Most humans don't fly about, or cause my Decepticons this much trouble…" he sounded genuinely curious, before making a snorting sound, and raising his cannon up a bit more. "Well, it doesn't matter…you're all inferior to us, even if you did take out my lesser men." The cannon began to hum, before firing again, and again, and again, blasting the girls repeatedly, and having priority over their own energy attacks, simply canceling them out and blasting them back. Finally the three girls fell from the sky, and crashed into three even craters, the large white robot heading out into the area of the facility where all his fellow Decepticons lay trashed. With a snarl, he kicked the white and red and blue jet, and growled. "Get up, Starscream! You've embarrassed yourself for the last time in front of me! Keep this up and you'll be on the scrapheap along with Prime!"
The transforming robot cowered a bit, and nodded. "Y-yes, mighty Megatron…whatever you say…it won't happen again…"
"It better not…"
The Decepticon leader stood there, holding his prize, and grinning evilly, red eyes flashing brightly for a few moments, before looking back at his men. "Come, fools! The next part of my plan must be put into action before more of these bizarre pests come to bother us. They cost us seconds off our time…seconds that the Autobots could've used to find us!"
With that, he began walking, then floated up into the air, and flew off into the distance, his battered, wrecked soliders following after him, Starscream taking up the rear and growling as he rubbed his cheek.
"Oh, cherish your time as our leader while you have the chance, Megatron…for soon I will take over, and YOU will join Optimus Prime in the wreckheap, while I rule Cybertron!"
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