Title: Transformers: The Catalyst
Language: English
Rating: Mature. Non-slash, just violence.
Summary: The Mayans predicted that come December 21st, 2012 was the end of the world. Little did they know that it actually was. The Decepticons are back, and this time brings new faces (G1) and old faces (movieverse) come back as well in the ultimate clash between good and evil, life and death, and Autobot and Decepticon.
Warnings: Rated for severe violence (depends on perspective) and mentions of gore.
You do not have to have read the first story 'Cameron' to know what is going on. Sure, you can if you want. :) But you don't need to. If you are going to read it, don't read this bold, but if you aren't:
She is a techno organic from absorbing the AllSpark, Sam's sister, and she partook in the battle of Chicago as a Decepticon. She was on the run but eventually captured by NEST and announced that she was a neutral.
Note that this isn't the best chapter that I have ever written. In truth, I'm not so proud of it, but I had to get the introductions out of the way. Next chapter involves a heavy battle as I plan to go into action as soon as possible in this story.
Hope you enjoy. And as always, review, please. :)
Chapter One: In My Dreams
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns,
the rattle of musketry,
the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
~Ernest Hemingway
The sound of metal streaking on metal made Cameron open her eyes as something hit her foot. She looked down to see it was a large metal plate with curved edges to keep the food from sliding off. Ever since that last interview that ended with her saying that she was a neutral, they had stuffed her into another room with two reinforced doors and slid her three plates a day through a little rectangular opening.
Like a caged dog, she mused. They're just scared of me. She was even chained to the farthest wall for great measure.
She looked down at the plate containing food that was supposed to be her lunch. A sloppily made cheese sandwich with a bruised apple and a bottle of water that looked like the guard took a sip or two out of. The guards in this place-wherever this place was, exactly-were never kind to poor old Cameron. When they took her out for her bathroom break once a day, they all scowled at her and talked shit about her like she wasn't even standing right next to them. Looks like they get paid minimum wage or something.
Cameron ate the sandwich shamelessly in a few bites and ate the half of the apple that was not brown. She down the water bottle in a few seconds and put it back on the tray, shoving it across the room to the door, watching as a hand reached in and grabbed it.
Thinking back, Cameron realized that she had been kept in this situation for about four days. The only people that she ever saw were those pissy guards. She hadn't seen Lennox since she made herself visible to the world at that Burger King, and not even her own brother had come to see her. Had he been looking through that glass at her wreck? Does he even know that she's here?
Well, of course, he had to. Since the Autobots and Decepticons had been known to the world since the Chicago battle, Sam became a part of NEST. That much she's been told, since she wouldn't shut up asking. And if he's part of NEST now, he'd have to have some authority to go see her, right? If this is jail, doesn't family have the right to go see her?
Cameron sighed as the door to her room started to click open. Whoever was on the other side of that door had to go through a minute full of locks to actually open both doors and walk into the room and stand in front of Cameron. The regular bathroom break guy? But he wasn't due for another few hours. Cameron was about to say something along the line of smart ass when he kneeled down and unlocked her arm chains and another figure stepped into the room.
Lennox.
His eyes were a bit bloodshot, probably from stress. His hair was shorter and a piece stool out like a cowlick. He licked his dark red lips as he stepped into the room, his large boots on his military uniform making more noise than shoes should. As soon as he saw Cameron, his eyes narrowed and that pissed off look came to his eyes.
"So this," he began, almost breathless, "is what you called 'contained?'"
The bathroom break guy let the first chain fall loudly to the floor and Cameron hissed in good measure. Without turning to Lennox, he started on the second chain and grunted.
"This, is chained," continued Lennox. "This, is bound. This isn't jail two hundred years ago. If we capture an…adversary, NEST doesn't treat them like they're about to be executed."
The second chain fell to the ground and Cameron rubbed her wrists. "Lennox, baby!" she shouted cheerfully. "Finally got off your high horse to come and see me?"
Completely ignoring her smartass, he muttered, "Trust me, it has not been a high horse lately."
Groaning, she stood up shakily as the bathroom break guy left the room not looking happy. "Oh please, you think you've had it bad? I get one bathroom break a day."
"Cameron, shut up." Lennoz sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. "You're so young, and yet you're such a smartass."
"Why are you here so suddenly, Lennox?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, Cameron, I've only just been informed that you're being treated like shit, and I made it my duty to have you moved. And trust me, that's no walk in the park."
"Mearing on your ass?" When Lennox looked up at her, she shrugged. "She's an asshole, it's no secret."
Shaking his head, Lennox gestured her to follow out of the room, to which she complied. Her bare feet hit the floor soundlessly as she followed after Lennox's clunky footsteps. When she was emitted in the room, she was given a chemical bath and a plain white t-shirt and long pants with no shoes. Hippy wasn't her style, but she didn't exactly complain, since her borrowed clothes from Tiara were all torn up. She also had a small chip lodged into the back of her neck to keep her from transforming. As if the reinforced doors and wall chains weren't enough, they had to chip her. Something made Cameron believe that they were all acting on anger or revenge only, and not logic.
Jogging a little to keep up with the taller Colonel, Cameron asked, "So, where are we headed?"
"Med bay," Lennox tossed over his shoulder.
"With Ratchet?"
"Uh-huh."
Cameron stopped in her tracks. "Oh, shit. Is he gonna probe me?"
Lennox flinched and turned around. "Is this another smartass remark, or are you really just that stupid?"
"Well, ya know, he's an alien," she shrugged. "Also, they did a ton of shit to me already here, so you have to keep an open mind in my place."
Lennox resumed his walking. "Yes, we all know that you weren't exactly treated fairly here, you don't need to keep voicing it. And he's just going to check you over for any injuries."
Cameron nodded and resumed her jogging until they hit the med bay. A loud clanking was heard, followed by a shriek of pain. Cameron, for her part, flinched in shock, but Lennox just shook his head. Loud footsteps came nearer and nearer until the doors to the Med bay flung open and out came Sideswipe clutching his head, wheeling away, not even glancing at the humans by his feet.
Confused, Cameron looked at Lennox for an explanation, and he muttered, "Ratchet likes his wrenches. Now," he gesticulated inside, "in you go."
Sighing and rolling her eyes, Cameron took a few steps in but then changed her mind. Turning back to Lennox, she asked, "Lennox…why?"
"Like I said, he's just going to give you a check up-"
"No, Lennox."
A few seconds pause before Lennox sighed and answered, "Because I busted my balls and got you clearance to roam around base wherever you like, as long as you don't leave. You're new room is in section C-7. Don't start any bullshit with anyone, because my soldiers aren't too fond with your history, alright?" Cameron nodded and Lennox turned to leave, but Cameron had to say one thing:
"Lennox?"
Lennox stopped but didn't look back. "Yes?"
"…thanks. For everything, alright?" Lennox turned back and gave her an award winning smile, and Cameron had to turn around and walk into the Med bay before he saw her tears.
About a million years into the war, when Megatron was at a breaking point in the war and there was a lot of infighting between his troops, he snapped. He acted upon quick thinking and dispatched a team of some of his best soldiers out in the cosmos to await further instructions and to track down any possible Autobot escapees. This team called themselves the Armada.
Being a team of only seekers, they traveled the galaxies and landed on planets with life only to torment and murder them. They rode on a giant mechanical beast named Astrotrain, a triple changer. The leader of this pack was currently glaring out the window of Astrotrain, formulating a plan within his processor. One that he was eager to share with his troops.
"Thundercracker," beckoned a voice behind him in their tongue. He turned to face it.
"Was is it, Skywarp?" he asked, rather annoyed at the lower intelligence at his feet.
"When are we going to launch the attack?"
Thundercracker heaved a long sigh, even though he didn't breathe air. In the dark ship, only a few small solar lights shown through Astrotrain's one large window. The light bounced off of Thundercracker's dark blue armor, the edges a little too sharp. Skywarp's dark purple armor shown as well, although his was shinier, as in his free time he tended to buff himself. But, through everything, both their bright red eyes shown through even the darkest darkness.
"I was just thinking about that," replied Thundercracker, turning fully to face his troops. "And I believe we've been without action for too long."
"I don't know about you," replied a being in the back of the ship, shining his rather large blade. Both sets of optics turned to face the beige, bulky seeker as he continued speaking in an amused yet bored tone. "But I'm lusting for some spilled energon."
The ship was filled with murmured agreements as only red eyes shown through the rest of the darkness.
"Gentlemen, settle," cooed Tundercracker, and in an instant they all obeyed. "You will all get your share of spilled energon."
"I wanna hear 'em scream," said Scourge.
"And you will, too," replied Thundercracker. "Our attack shall be swift and quick-"
"What's the plan!" shouted Cyclonus, not the patient mech.
Thundercracker glared at him but in the same cooing voice answered, "We attack the insect city on Earth, 40.714 north, 74 west."
"We just kill the insects?"
"When we slaughter them, it will bring the attention of the insect loving Autobots. Since we do not know the location of their base on Earth, it remains our only option."
"I can't believe we've been downgraded to this…" muttered a voice.
And to that, Thundercracker smiled, his razor sharp teeth still tinted slight green from the blood of the last organic planet they raided. "Trust me," he whispered, most likely to himself, "there will be plenty of fun and bloodshed to come…"
The Armada was too busy gloating about their full proof plan to realize a ship about fifty miles behind them, following them. This ship was petite and the red worn out from the vacuums of space. And inside sat the crew waiting to strike.
"We just kill the insects?" boomed a voice none other than Scourge, static-y from the radio.
"When we slaughter them, it will bring the attention of the insect loving Autobots." Thundercracker. "Since we do not know the location of their base on Earth, it remains our only option."
"I can't believe we've been downgraded to this…"
"Trust me, there will be plenty of fun and bloodshed to come."
Happy shouts raided through the ship and a metallic hand reached over and clicked a switch, shutting it off. The hand belonged to the old Autobot veteran Kup, and his green helm turned to face the front deck. "Sir?" he asked, his voice slightly raspy. "Your orders?"
The being stepped forward, as black as the night and as white and snow. "We let them land on Earth."
"But sir-" started a voice, but silenced as soon as Prowl's hand raised.
"And once they land, soldier Bluestreak," spoke Prowl, turning his helm to face the mentioned, "we shall take them out."
"But that will lead to the deaths of the humans!"
"Only if we aren't quick enough to distract them. And I am looking at you, Blurr."
At his name, the thin blue mech saluted. "Iabsoluetelyunderstandwhatyou'rehintingat,sir."
"I knew you would. Now, Kup, set a course for Earth." Kup nodded and began pushing buttons.
The Cosmos was a rather small ship, and usually quite. But now, the sound of clicking mechanisms and the shifting gears of mechs echoed throughout the ship, the team excited of their own plan. Although some wouldn't admit it, they'd been absent of spilled energon, as well.
The Cosmos, now having all mechs at work to steer their non-sentient ship towards a planet millions of miles away, they didn't notice an even smaller ship trailing them as well. This one wasn't sentient and didn't have a name, only one passenger.
But this one passenger was deadlier than the next guy. And she only had one thing on her mind, as she trailed the Autobot ship.
Revenge.
Hope you enjoyed it. :) Just a quickie, like I said, this chapter doesn't make much sense so far. It will make sense in the next chapter. Oh, and it's 2012 in this story, so the battle of Chicago happened in early 2012. The next chapter involves battle. And I've changed some of the G1 characters only a LITTLE bit. The rest is pure canon.
Review, please! Good and bad criticism is always welcome! :D