Transformers Code Red Chapter 1- A New Generation
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TRANSFORMERS PRIME UNIVERSE
It has been 150 years since life was restored on Cybertron, and the autobot and decepticon war still hasn't ended. After Optimus Prime sacrificed himself, he was resurrected by Primus. Several new autobots and decepticons had been creating since that day. A few of those autobots were Flare Prime, the son of Optimus Prime, and Beetron, the son of Bumblebee. One of the decepticons that was created was Megatronus, the son of Megatron. But I'm not here to talk about that in this chapter. I'm here to talk about another robot. A robot who can't remember anything that crashes down on Earth. So please, read on!
BACK ON EARTH
A family quietly sat down for Thanksgiving dinner. Suddenly, a huge explosion went off outside. "The hell was that?" asked one of the men.
Another man turned to his wife and said "Honey, get my rifle."
An elderly man stood up and said "I'm coming too!"
"Uh... Grandpa, you don't have a weapon..."
"MY CANE IS MY WEAPON!"
"Do you even have experience in fighting?"
"Of course! I was in the military!"
"Oh really? How long ago?"
"Seventy-two years ago!"
"Uh... How old are you again?"
"Ninety-five!"
"Well, no offense Gramps, but that was a long time ago. I don't think you should be fight-" he was interrupted when the geezer grabbed his arm and threw him into a wall.
"IS THAT ENOUGH FOR YOU, SONNY!?"
"Ugh... Alright, you can come along. What's the worst that could happen?"
FIVE MINUTES LATER
"Alright, the explosion went off somewhere around here..."
"Is that it over there sonny boy?"
"Huh?" He looked at where the old man was pointing and gasped. What he saw was something that supposedly left the Earth years ago: a Cybertronian. This one seemed to have been deactivated.
The two men hid behind a rock. "I believe it's one of dem thingamajigs," said the elderly man.
"Transformer Grandpa, not thingamajig, transformer. And I think I recognize that one. That's one of the evil ones, Shockwave. It looks almost exactly like him."
"But I thought Stingray was purple, not blue..."
"Shockwave, not Stingray, SHOCKWAVE! I don't care why he's back, or why he's not active, I'm taking that son of a gun (no pun intended) out before he can hurt anyone." The man took out his rifle and pointed it at the 'Cybertronian'.
"Gimme that!" said the old man as he snatched the rifle from his grandson's hands. "I'll show you how we did it back in the war!" He pointed it at the transformer's head.
"Oh really? Well, do you have any old war stories you can tell me about you using a gun?"
"Yup! Have I ever told you about the time I didn't miss that one enemy soldier?"
"...God help us all." The old man took the shot and hit the robot in the head. However, when it hit the robot, it didn't seem to do any damage at all. In, fact the bullet seemed to bounce off of it's head and hit his grandson in the foot. The younger man screamed in pain.
"What? How did I miss?" yelled the grandfather, completely unaware that he just shot his grandson's foot. "How did I screw this up?"
"ARE YOU BLIND AND DEAF!? THERES A BULLET IN MY FOOT!"
"Oh quit your complaining, you sissy."
"...I WAS SHOT IN THE FREAKING FOOT! I HAVE THE RIGHT TO COMPLAIN NOW!"
"Hmph. You think thats bad? Then let me show you something!" He pulled up his right pant leg, revealing that he didn't have a foot, just a peg-leg. "DO YOU SEE THAT, SONNY!? I GOT THAT IN THE WAR!"
"Holy crap! Did you get shot in the leg so many times that it fell off!?"
"No, I got shot once in the foot and had to get it amputated! Thats how bad our healthcare was! Let me show you dumb whippersnapper how we did this in my day." He walked up to the transformer... And started hitting it on the head with his cane. "Yeah that's right, you little bitch! Put up your dukes! I'll tear you apart piece by piece!" Suddenly, the 'Cybertronian's' robotic eye turned on. "IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!" yelled the old man as if he was Dr. Frankenstein. He got out of the way when the robot got up.
"Where am I? Who am I?" Then, all he could see was some kind of flashback.
FLASHBACK
It was in his perspective. There was some kind of alien creature about his size, talking to him. "You need to go to planet Cybertron, Epsilon!" it said. "If you ever want to win this war you have to go there! On that planet you'll find many more heroic robots like you! Go there and gather an army! Look out behind you!"
He was then shot in the back by another robot. Then, his vision went dark.
END OF FLASHBACK
The robot snapped back to reality. 'Epsilon,' he thought. 'That must be my name. But, exactly what is Cybertron?' He turned to the younger man. "Hey, what planet is this?"
"Well, uh, I, uh, why do you want to..." the young man stuttered.
"You're on Earth!" yelled the old man.
"Grandpa, why the hell would you tell him that!?"
"Because you wouldn't, sissy!"
"What the hell is wrong with you!?"
'Earth, huh?' thought Epsilon. 'So this isn't that Cybertron place after all. Oh well. Time for teleportation!' Suddenly, he disappeared.
"Did... did you just see that!?" He looked over to his grandfather, who had his right hand on his heart, a smile on his face, and was singing 'Amazing Grace'. The man sighed. "Grandpa we're going home."
"What? Why?"
"Well, two reasons. One, I have a bullet in my foot and two, I think you have lost your sanity."
"No I haven't! I'm totally fine!" The geezer turned to his left. "Right Bob?"
"...Grandpa?"
"Yeah?"
"You're talking to a scarecrow."
"...You're not a scared toe, right Bob?"
"I hate my life."
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