Fanfliction (Fan-Flic-tion)= this is a type of fanfictin where the author has taken characters from a show, such as Adventure Time, and put them in the plot of any movie of the author's choice, such as Tangled, Total Rekal, and Transformers. The author may also choose to insert their own OC's into the plot as well. (As I have done)
Oh, and if your going to read this, I would recommend that you read the prologue to my other story, and you don't have to read all ten chapters. It'll just make a lot more sense if you read the part where it introduces Michal and Eli. But after that, I only have one thing to say. Enjoy.
"Before time began, there was the cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them, with life. That was how our race was born. For a time we lived in harmony, but like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war. A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death. The cube was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world, and just when all hope seemed lost. Message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called, Earth."
"But we were already too late."
Transformers
Chapter 1 A New Battle and Ancient History
The shadows of two black V-22 Osprey's danced across the dunes of the Middle Eastern Dessert. Both Osprey's carried ten people, two pilots and ten Marines. Every one of their faces covered with the dirt of battle. Among the ranks is a Captain Michal Bates. He sat next to a Hispanic man. "Oh God, five months of this. I can't wait to get a little taste of home. A plate of mama's alligators etouffee." "You've been talkin' about barbecued 'gators and crickets for the last two weeks. I'm never going to your house, Fig. I promise." Said the black man with one bud of his iPod stuffed into his left ear. "But Bobby, Bobby, 'gators are known to have the most succulent meat." "I understand." Fig started to speak Spanish, and Bobby mouthed the words he was saying, just to try and annoy him. "English, please. English." Michal blurted out. "I mean, how many times have we… We don't speak Spanish. I told you that." "Why you got to ruin it for me, man? That's my heritage." Fig then said more Spanish, causing Michal to roll his eyes. "Go with the Spanish. Whatever."
A man with spiked, dirty blonde hair, a dirtier face and glasses decided to change the subject. "Hey, you guys remember weekends? Huh? The Sox at Fenway. Cold hotdog and a flat beer." "Perfect day." Fig said as he knew exactly what the blonde was talking about and then he turned to the Captain. "What about you, Captain? You got a perfect day?" "Nah, I just can't wait to hold my baby girl for the first time." The rest of the Marines in the Osprey began to joke at him, but Michal simply said. "Shut up."
The two Osprey continued their flight, until they reached the destination. A military air base just a few miles south of Qatar. Even though everyone there was at war, the troops found ways to keep themselves entertained in the blistering heat. Such as lounging in a small yet crowded pool of water, or just shooting hoops.
As the Marines were let off of the hybrid aircrafts, they went amongst themselves to do personal things. Michal was sitting on a cot and writing something on a notepad. A young middle eastern boy in a yamaka, holding a camel pack came running up the him. "Bates!" He yelled, exited to see his friend. "Hey, what are you doing?" The boy answered by offering the camel pack to him. "Thank you. Are you gonna help me with the gear?"
Unbeknownst to everyone at the air base, a black MH-53 helicopter was moving in the direction of the base. Until it was picked up by radar. "Colonel Sharp…" the person working the radar system said to his superior. "…we have an inbound unidentified infiltrator, ten miles out." A bald man in a digital camouflage uniform checked to see if the man was right, and he was. So Colonel Sharp hailed the chopper. "Unidentified aircraft, you are in restricted US military airspace. Squawk ident' and proceed east out of the area." The chopper did not respond, only the static of the radio signal filled the Colonel's ears. He decided that this meant that the chopper was an unfriendly. "Raptors one and two, snap to heading two-five-zero to intercept. Bogie is in the weeds ten miles out, not squaking." And at the Colonel's word, two F-16 jets were up in the air in less than a minute. They proceeded with caution as they approached the bogie. "Unidentified aircraft…" The Colonel said over the radio. "… We will escort you to U.S. SOCCENT airbase. If you do not reply, we will use deadly force."
As the closer of the two pilots reached the helicopter, he radioed back the bogie's identification numbers. "Copy the bogie. Tail 4500 X-ray." The numbers of the chopper were put onto the military computer and what came out was nothing short of a ghost story. The man who printed out the paper handed it to the Colonel while saying. "Sir, says here 4500 X was shot down three months ago, Afghanistan." "There's got to be a mistake. Check again, then recheck." The Colonel said with doubt clear in his voice. "I did, sir. A friend of mine was on that chopper."
The Colonel's curiosity took over and he decided not to have the bogie shot out of the sky. The two jets rocketed past the helicopter to direct it. "Unidentified aircraft, we will escort you to U.S. SOCCENT airbase." As the bogie came closer to the airbase, the Colonel made his way to the flight command tower. "Radar, where's the inbound?" colonel Sharp said as he walked into the room. He adjusted his head so he wasn't blinded by the almost set sun. One person answered his question almost immediately. "Bogie's five miles out sir."
Captain Bates was called into a tent, he had a phone call from the opposite side of the planet. "My wife on?" he asked as he entered the tent. The man leaving the tent answered as he left. "Yes. Captain." Michal looked down at a computer with a webcam mounted on top. He pressed several buttons and the image of his beautiful wife with long blonde hair, holding their little baby girl appeared on the screen. "Ah, my ladies!" He said with every ounce of joy in his body. Michal's wife lifted the baby up more so he could see her. "Oh, my goodness. Look at her. She's getting so big. Look at those cheeks, I just want to squeeze 'em. Lindsey, we made a good looking kid. I know people say that all the time. But, wow, we made one good-looking kid. Nice work." "Well she has your laugh." Lindsey said, cradling the baby in her arms. "She laughed?" "Her first one, yeah." Michal was at a loss of words. "You lau… You sure she didn't just fart?" even the little baby looked at her dad weird. "No, she's a lady." The baby began to cry in front of the stranger on the screen. "She doesn't know you yet, but she will."
The Colonel looked through binoculars at the helicopter as it landed. "4500 X. something's not right." Before one leg of the helicopter touched the ground, hummers mounted with machine guns surrounded the aircraft. "Bogie on deck." Screamed over the P.A. system. As the bogie touched the ground, the screens that held the radar turned to snow. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Radar's jammed" said the same person who called out the bogie. It only took him a second to figure it out. "It's coming from the chopper." The second he picked up the phone to alert his command, everything in the room went dark. And not just in that room, the entire air base was going dark. The screen that Lindsey was on went fuzzy on both ends. "Michal?" "Lindsey?" Michal knew what was happening to the connection, so he made is point before the screen went black. "Hey, Lindsey, if you can hear me, I love you and I'll be home soon." Michal hung his head because of the stress that weighed him down. But in a few short minutes, that stress will triple.
More and more soldiers surrounded the chopper, some in hummers, others on foot. The higher ranked soldiers barked orders on positions and weapon status. After aiming every gun at the helicopter, the clinking of metal died down. The eerie beat of the chopper's blades grew louder as the soldiers stood battle ready. Inside the helicopter was a single man, he looked out at all the big guns. Before his face turned into a buffering internet video."MH-53 pilot, power down now. Have your crew step out or we will kill you." Colonel Sharp said over the radio. The engine cut off and the blades began to slow down. The blades made a dead stop, making several soldiers jump. The blades then turned and folded backwards like a folding hand fan. "Hold your fire." Yelled one of the higher ranking officers. Then the sound of millions of metal pieces, shifting and transforming the helicopter into a fifty foot tall mechanical monster. When this began, the soldiers were astonished. They held their ground, even if it might be wet with blood in the next minute. There's a lot of rules the soldiers use to help them stay alive, and one of those rules is that if you don't know what something is, shoot the hell out of it. And that's exactly what they did. The people on their feet squeezed the triggers on their M-16's and the people in the hummers let loose the 50 caliber bullet from the machine guns. Yet the bullets had little to no effect on the thing. As the helicopter finished it's transformation, it began firing back with it's own bullets and rockets. "My God!" Colonel Sharp said, not taking his eyes off of the situation.
The helicopter charged up a bright light from the end of it's weapon, and it let out a burst of blue light that went very far in all directions. When it hit the command tower, it made everyone fall to the floor along with thousand bits of glass. The burst faded, but the shock wave continued onward, hitting the rest of the base. Causing everything electrical to short out and die. The helicopter, now finished with the airstrip moved onto demolishing everything it saw. Some soldiers ran toward the chaos with their weapons aimed high. Others recognized the severity of the attack and ran, but only for survival. Though few were granted that as the helicopter sent out more bursts of blue light, this time in general directions. They leveled everything in their path. The only thing the giant didn't destroy was the building where the satellites were connected to. It ripped of the roof as if it were paper. One metallic hand reached down to grab the central computer and as it picked it up, several thick wires attached themselves to the hand.
As sound filled the air as papers flew like birds. The sound was like someone had taken the screaming of a banshee and digitalized it. Anyone who had a brain or a life to live evacuated out of the building. Colonel Sharp ran past the frightened people and gazed in awe at what he was seeing. Then something on a computer screen caught his eye. He leaned in to investigate and saw images of army weapons, vehicles and documents flashing in front of him. If you could stare at it long enough, you might be hypnotized or have a stroke. "It's going after the files! Cut the hard lines!" Colonel Sharp screamed over the noise. The last man who was almost at the door herd his commanding officer and turned right around for the hard line switch, only to find that the metal box that secured it wouldn't open. "I need a key! It's locked!" The Colonel had to improvise. So he found the nearest key, a fireman's axe that was mounted to the wall. He told the man to move so he could cut the hard line himself with two strikes. The images on the computer stopped flashing and the helicopter then let the computer fall to the ground. Since half of why the machine was there was to destroy everything and gather information, and because one of the options was eliminated, it went back to destroying everything.
Michal ran through the gap between a line of parked tanks, behind him was the rest of his squad and the young boy Michal had befriended. Elsewhere were other people running for their lives, while they dodged the flaming wreckage of army vehicles that were falling from the skies. Four people stopped in their tracks so they wouldn't be hit with the wheel of a tank. Only to be crushed by the rest of it. To describe the whole situation in just two measly words, cluster fuck.
Michal told the boy to hide under a tank as he as the several members of his squad who had survived, crouched and pointed their weapons at the approaching behemoth. Bobby was trailing several second behind everyone else and as he was running, he nearly missed the helicopter's foot as it slammed on the sandy ground. He threw himself to the ground so the second foot wouldn't crush him like a bug. Bobby backed away as he looked at it through his binoculars and took a photo by accident. The flash made the robot look down at him with evil red eyes and it pulled a canon out of it's chest and pointed it down at Bobby. "What the…!" he screamed as he got up and ran toward his comrades. To keep the robot from killing Bobby, Fig fired a high heat saber round. At the things chest plate. It flinched and lost sight of Bobby and accidently hit someone else. Michal grabbed Bobby and they moved out.
The machine pulled the helicopter blades aside and a robotic scorpion, about the size of a hummer flew out of it's back and dived into the ground as if it was water and disappeared without a trace. The robot continued it's rampage and made sure that it had destroyed everything it possibly could. It sent out several more bursts of light
The bell to Oliver and O'Brian Orendo High rang though it's halls. Everyone ran to their classes and sat in the seats where they usually sit in. The teacher of a history class, who sat behind his desk spoke over the whispers of the students. "Okay, Mr. Witwicky, you're up." Finn Witwicky walked up to the front of the classroom and dumped most of contents of his book bag on a table. "Sorry I got a lot of stuff." Finn was seventeen years old, he had blonde hair that was trimmed short enough not to take care of it, but long enough where he could style it. He was a little skinny, when compared to the quarterback that sat in the middle of the room, Ash Virick, a bulky guy with good looks. He sat next to his girlfriend, Marceline Abadeer. She was the class hottie, with a very thin and curvy figure, perfect pale skin, long black hair that reached down to the middle of her back. Ash leaned in to whisper into Marceline's ear. "Watch."
"Okay, for my family…" Finn was interrupted when Ash fired a hornet at him. It hit Finn in the temple with a light 'thwack'. This got as small laugh came from the class. The teacher however didn't find it amusing. He stood up and looked out at his class. "Who did… Who did that? People! Responsibility." He sat down, leaving Finn slightly embarrassed. "Okay. So for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great, great grandfather, who was a famous man. Uh Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous adventurer. In fact, he was the first to explore the Arctic Circle. Which is a big deal." Finn lectured as he held up a map of the arctic circle. "in 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf."
The picture of a colonial ship, trapped in a gigantic block of ice came into mind. Many of the 41 sailors were around the ship, trying to free it with pick axes. Three men on the top of the boat barked orders. "Move faster, men! Move! Chop! Heave! The ice is freezing faster than it's melting! Chop faster! Heave, men! Heave!" They followed their orders a best they could, but it's hard with frost bitten hands and feet. An old man who stood next to then men the snow glued itself to his beard, making him look even older than he was. Captain Witwicky shouted words of encouragement. "No sacrifice, no victory! We'll get to the 'Ice Kingdom', lads!"
When I introduced Marceline, I was very confused. Whether those three sentences were a compliment to Marceline, or Megan Fox? That will probably be one question that I might take all the way to my grave. Help me out here.
On a side note, this is probably the best idea I've ever had and probably the best I'll ever will have.