CHAPTER 13 VENGEANCE
Servernaya, Soviet Russia…
Colonel Maselinnkov looked up at an enormous robot that put away an Energy cannon and turned around revealing its true nature: evil. Its blood red eyes penetrated deep into the soul of Sergei, and he was ready to make a run for it to try to escape. But how could he, it already knew of him being there and would probably kill if he any quick movement. He stood at the mercy of the robot that glared at him. It looked like it had parts of a Soviet Mi-26 Halo helicopter. Maselinnkov was now at the mercy of the humongous robot that towered over (he was more than certain) the Winter Palace. It fired a sudden energy blast of its cannon, and Sergei was thrown against the ground, unconscious…
Decepticon Campaign, US Naval Base, San Francisco, California, USA…
The USS Midway exploded into a sphere-like explosion that rose 100ft in the air as Grindor's energy cannon destroyed it in a single blast. Victory was close at hand and the Decepticons could feel it when the Autobots came out of nowhere and started to attack the evil robots. Megatron smirked as suddenly a figure shaped like light fell from the sky and once the light subsided, the Decepticons and the Autobots had vanished…
Holly's House, Somewhere in the USA…
Cooler had quieted down a few hours ago and was sitting on Katrina's (aka Holly's auntie) favourite couch. He had turned on the TV and saw words that spelled out 'REVENGE IS COMING' and then a weird symbol that looked like a mask, an evil mask, shattered out of the words that broke to pieces. What was that about? He wondered to himself as he changed the channel and saw the lame ballerina show that Stinky was overly obsessed with. He changed the channel again. News. Boring! Then he found a show that he thought was quite interesting. Then it became lame and he turned off the TV and walked back upstairs.
He saw an interesting book that was owned by Katrina. Opening it to the first page, the book was all about aviation. Getting interested, he found a comfortable spot in Holly's room and started reading the information book. He was extremely fascinated and was smiling from 'ear to ear' as he turned page after page. It was the Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning II CTOL fighter jet that really got his attention. He found about the type of controls that were being used for it, the weapon systems, its stats and soon he found out that Canada has purchased the aircraft.
"What are you reading about Cooler?" Howler asked as he came over.
"I'm reading about an aircraft built by Lockheed Martin that has been designated F-35 Lightning II CTOL and it's a fighter get. It has V/STOL capabilities and it's been built so its signature is not detected by radar systems. It has vector thrust in the version that the country north of the USA, Canada, had installed in themselves for their own aircraft. It would carry its missiles such as the HARM or the standard Sidewinder or bombs internally and its top speed would be about Mach 1.5 or so, but the Canadian version stated that Canada would upgrade the fighters into nearly unstoppable fighters that would serve as the interceptor roll in AIRCOM." Cooler said with a giant smile on his face, "Wouldn't that be an interesting job, serving as a pilot in the USAF?"
"Say what?"
"Um, never mind…"
"Are you coming to hang out with us at the Puppy Pound?"
"Sure, lead the way,"
As they left the room, Cooler took the book with him and nearly tripped on the stairs on the way down. He quickly regained his balance and soon he rejoined the others at the Puppy Pound. It certainly did not look like a pound from his perspective and looked homier than that terrible orphanage. There was a dog house that had his name on it and he ventured inside. It was a very neat and tidy house even with a bed with blankets on them. He threw his baby blanket over it and put his book on a shelf that had also built in. Cooler sat on the bed as Nosemarie came in.
"Do you like the house?" she asked and she sat down beside him.
"It's really nice and tidy, and it's perfect." Cooler answered as he got up and before he got out the hole, he smacked his forehead on the doorframe, knocking himself to the ground, "OW!"
"Are you alright?" Nosemarie came over and helped him sit up; he looked a little dazed from the hit, "Why were you trying to get out?"
"…wanted my backpack…" he managed to say before he drifted off into unconsciousness.
"Hey Nosemarie, it was really interesting, but I found a backpack under Katrina's porch with Cooler's name on it." Howler said as he handed her the bag then noticed Cooler lying on the ground, "What happened?"
"He smacked his head on the doorframe," she explained as Cooler stirred.
"What happened?" he asked as he glanced around the dog house.
"You hit your head. Here's your backpack; Howler found it lying underneath the porch and brought it here."
"Oh right," he said as opened his backpack and emptied it. There were all kinds of stuff in it from stolen wallets to coins and pictures to writing supplies.
"What an interesting collection of things you got here," Howler remarked as he rummaged through the stuff, "What's this?" he picked up a picture and immediately it was snatched from his paws.
"A photograph, what does it look like?" Cooler asked sarcastically, as he hid the photo underneath his baby blanket, "It's none of your concern."
"And you have this for what?" Nosemarie asked picking up a sign, "'COLD, SICK POOR PUP; PLEASE TAKE IN AND DON'T SEND 2 AN ORPHANAGE'. Did you write this?"
"Yes for hope of trying to get a family again. I lucked out."
"Well you have us…"
"It's not the same. I want a mother and a father again like I had four years ago," he sat down on the bed and started to cry, "Before I was left at that dreadful orphanage."
"Oh don't cry, we all miss our families, right Howler?" The other dog nodded in agreement with Nosemarie.
"Except you have no idea what its like to be in an orphanage with Miss Hitler and her Nazis," Cooler said, "I bet you've never been hit in your lives."
The two were silent.
"I thought so," Cooler had tears in his eyes (again), "Never been spanked, never been tied to a chair and gagged, never been yelled at, never been dunked under water, never had to be in both extremities of water, never had a chair thrown at you, and never been hated. It was reversed discrimination!"
"Reversed what?" they both asked.
"Discrimination; the treating of one indifferently through prejudice."
"Oh…"
"I just wished that none of that happened and I was still with my family!" he sobbed as he showed the two the picture that he had hidden under his baby blanket. It depicted what his mother and father looked like and they saw Cooler, when he was just a baby, in his mother's secure and safe arms.
"My goodness, you were so adorable!" Nosemarie said, "Sadly, I don't even have a picture of what I used to look like when I was a baby."
"Well I still think I look like that now, except for the fact that I'm bigger now. That'd be pretty weird if I still was that same size." He laughed.
"I love the little booties you have in the picture and your small little paws and that cute little smile…" she went all googly-eyed over the picture, "And you still have the same adorable dimples on your cheeks that you have in the picture! Ten to one you could be mistaken for the cute little you in this picture."
"Wow, you're really obsessed with baby pictures."
"So?"
"Don't you have one?"
"No."
"Oh," I said remorsefully then I decided to change the subject, "Hey, let's go find something to do instead of being in here!"
Decepticon Campaign, USA, Into 7 Years In the Past…
"Idiots!" Megatron bellowed, "Who warped us to the past?!?"
No Decepticon warrior replied, as Megatron yelled, cursed, and swore, "Well, what are you waiting for, destroy the Autobots!"
Jetfire immediately shot at one of the Autobots that suddenly disappeared to the evil robot's disappointment.
"I hate Autobots! I hate warping! I hate the past! I hate Optimus Prime…" the Constructicon also known as Bonecrusher grumbled.
"No! They got warped out of here!" Bludgeon yelled.
"No scrap!" Starscream said, "Now what do we do Megatron?"
Megatron grinned evilly as he laughed, "The Autobots have actually made this into our advantage to altering the future!"
"Huh?"
"We can ruin the future by ruining the past! Decepticons, attack!"
Jetfire knew what his leader expected of him right away and he charged up the engines over his shoulders and fired a plasma blast at a building. Then it clicked in with all the Decepticons as they went destroying every city. Jetfire wanted to do his own attacks on a city alone, so he transformed to his SR-71 Blackbird mode and flew off. He flew over a quiet town and immediately transformed and started to lay waste to the city. Smashing down buildings and crushing cars under his huge robotic feet, he continued to create havoc and chaos to the city.
"This is too easy. Soon all these Fleshlings and Fur-balls will be dead and the Decepticons will rule this planet when we go back to the newly altered future!" he said firing a missile at a passenger aircraft flying above him.
He peered through a window and saw the words REVENGE IS COMING then the words smashed into his Decepticon logo on a TV, "How the Pit do these Fleshlings know about us?" Jetfire smashed the building down in anger and saw the streets. Carving onto another building he etched the Decepticon logo and then wrote: "YOU WERE WRONG, REVENGE IS NOT COMING… IT'S HERE!"
Pleased with his artwork, the Decepticon continued rampaging the city, and then destroyed the power generator after charging himself up.