Transformers: Break Down. Summary: Megatron has been assumed dead for over 500 years. Starscream is the commander of the Decepticons, yet a few rebellious Decepticons feel that an old leader needs to rise. A series I'm trying to design, so bear with me!
Okay, so I've been thinking recently on Transformers (as if I already don't do that… psch.) And it all started with this: I wonder what would happen if Starscream actually got to be commander. : 3… Call me insane, but I loved the idea of little Screamer being the big honcho.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, nor do I own its copyrighted characters, and in this story, they are Optimus Prime, Megatron, Starscream, Jetfire, and Demolishor. But since I didn't want to reuse names (since this is supposed to be my own little series) I created an original cast of transformers. But the above listed Transformers (along with Cybertron and all its cities) are copyright of whatever uses them. I don't know that well… Who gives a care on that anyway… chased by police for that last comment
I do own the following original characters: Bluestrike, Vault, Gravezone, and many more to come.
Okay, on to it now!
Transformers: Break Down
Part 1: Rising
The sky erupted in a shower of sparks, the form of a large spacecraft, came crashing down to the dusty surface of the planet. Roars, or more of cheers, erupted at the satisfying clash of metal to ground, the craft burst with the impact, breaking and exploding, debris was flying like miniature meteors over the dark sky.
Just approaching the wreck was the robotic form of a flyer, red, blue, white, and black. What would be a nosecone was split in half, each piece mounted of the shoulder, connected to two white jet wings, encrusted upon them the Decepticon insignia. Blood-red optics shone brightly in malevolence. The face held a smug smile at the sight of the ruin, flames licking up to the sky in the very chaos of the scene, gunfire going off at random (and close together) intervals, engines screaming through the air.
"Lord Starscream!" a mech voice yelled over the mental radio connection.
Starscream recognized the voice, and so replied, "Report, Gravezone." The commander looked around, the place was clear of Autobots, which meant they were now retreating, or else too scared to get near.
"We have them on the run. Should my squad take out the stragglers?" the mech replied, a rather giddy tone drawing up.
"No. Let them flee." Starscream retorted, looking over the battlefield, "Save your energy, and gather up what we won. We'll return to Iacon within the day." Starscream shut off the radio bluntly, getting across the point there would be no chance for argument.
Iacon was indeed under current Decepticon rule. Though not what any on-looking Autobot would expect. It was actually lively, thriving, and the center of the D-con empire.
Laughter boomed boastfully in the hall, table upon table set up across the large room, energon cubes stacked in mounds upon whatever flat-surface there was. Mechs charmed Fems with no effect. The warriors, most of which of high rank, enjoyed a great bounty, and with good reason. Their last victory gave them control of the energy supplies upon Speed Planet; the Autobots had been outnumbered, and their forces easily took down their fleeing ship.
It seemed nothing even remotely threatening had happened within the past year. It was great news. It meant one thing:
The Decepticons were winning.
Slowly but surely, the Autobots were retreating from Cybertron, dying, being killed off and captured.
Well, amongst the entire ruckus, there were a few calm spirits in the room of celebrating transformers. In the very end of the room, upon a non-surprising steel throne, hand to his chin, played over the seat, the very one, Starscream. He watched the surrounding, a curt smile on his features. Just beside him, in a pulled up chair, a black and grey flyer, Attached to his black, cylinder arms were his grey-cast wings, a deep grey face embedded into a black, snug helmet. Two stern, as stern as the commander's beside him, optics watched the scene with as much power. Both rested easy, more or less, just plainly glad at the victory.
Wouldn't it have been great if ALL of the Decepticons were celebrating?
A dank area of land stretched over the scene. The only objects left were the fallen debris and the many corpses of rotting transformers.
"I don't like the odds, Bluestrike." A femme's voice sighed.
"You know as well as I do that a spark can last a thousand years if the body isn't horribly damaged with energon still in it. It's stasis lock, REMEMBER?" a male voice hissed back.
Two Transformers pulled themselves drudgingly to the top of a large scrap pile in the battleground. One was small and thinly proportioned, while the other tall and well-built. The smaller was of a blue shell with white and black details, while the larger with arms built of rotary tracks, like that of a human-built tank. The shell of this one was purple, yellow, and deep green.
Both scampered down again, careful in the dark of night on Cybertron, upon an abandoned field.
"Vault! Move your aft!" the male voice jeered again, "I'm getting very, very light energon readings."
"Well, I did have that cube before we left, Bluestrike, I eat when I'm-"
"Not that!"
Both slowed, they caught the glow of the moon, the smaller one pointed over to the northern end of the field, "Vault. There it is."
"You sure, Blue?" She whispered.
Bluestrike, the blue one (as his name explained) nodded curtly, almost skipping to the point, Vault, the tank-like femme, followed clumsily. She was not suited for such terrain! And the little Decepticon she pursued knew it. She would much prefer to transform and get moving, but than she had the risk of causing more noise, not to mention her tracks were large, and ran the chance of running over something that they needed.
Bluestrike slowed to a crawl, his wrist compartment open, a soft glow resonating from it, bleeping softly, but the tempo of it was slowly increasing.
"We're close." Bluestrike said, a grin stretched from audio to audio.
To Be continued...
Oy, sorry it's so short so far.
I just started, and it's late, and I'm too anxious to not post it. Don't worry, will include Autobots later... But I'm suddenly obsessed with Decepticons...
And I'm also trying to avoid using old names and making up new characters. Any affiliation to any existing characters of TF that bear resemblance in name and additude to my OCs is completely accidental, forI know only of a couple series, and the characters from those series...
I love reveiws. Please do so. My computer likes reveiws, too... Feed the computer... TT