A/N:Okay after a long hiatus I am back bringing you new episodes of TFWZ. This episode I introduce a new player in my crazy universe. My friend at work suggested since the humans in my universe can take on Cybertronains why not add a human villian. yes I borrowed the title from IDW and yes the human elelment is sort of like MECH but you what ya'll need to get me some review slag it! :-) Please read and review party peoples! Let's move! Here we go! Get loose! Ya'll know! Reach for the sky up, party like our times up!
Storm Bringer
Prologue: TFWZ: Dusk
Situation Room, White House, Washington D.C., "Very well see you there Mr. President." Optimus agrees and cuts off.
"I can have troops surrounding the area in half an hour Mr. President. This "Admiral" tries anything…" a general proclaims before being cut short.
"Stand down General. This Optimus Prime character is nothing like we ever seen. If he is what I think he is, then we have a chance to make first contact. I do not want to be viewed as a hostile. We have a chance to give this "Admiral" a view of the human race, and I will not have it look as though we are savages." Pres. David muses
"Sir, you seriously believe that the robot looking thing is an extra-terrestrial?" the general exclaims
"Look at the facts; he hacked into our firewalls like they were nonexistent during a meeting within the situation room. That's a close circuit unit, no bug on Earth from any of the other sects have that kind of tech. I know our security is the best, my friend Gomez Rodriguez, who crushed Microsoft and Macintosh built the thing. So yes I do believe we have ourselves an extra-terrestrial," Pres. David states as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Given the facts, I am inclining to believe that now. Rodriguez's tech is superior to almost anything out there, whether known or in secret. I still recommend we lock down the port." The general agrees
"Agreed general, limit media to Internationals if the local media wants in tell them to watch CNBC or CNN." Pres. David states.
"Media sir?" the general inquires.
"If they wanted to be a secret they would have remained so." Pres. David concludes and makes his way to Air Force One. The President is stopped by an agent by the name of Lynch. "Mr. President we need to talk."
"Excuse me, Lynch is it? But I have other matters to attend to. Schedule..." The president was cut off.
"We have five of them in custody." "Agent Lynch" replies adjusting his coat.
"Come again?" The President states as he stops dead in his tracks, "Did you just say…"
"We have five of the extra-terrestrials currently in custody and had them for quite some time."
"Who are you and who do you represent?" The President asks "By the way, what's your real name I know Lynch is a cover."
"My name is of no matter, as for who I represent well you should be familiar with this." "Agent Lynch" answers and shows him his badge with a hawk head on it.
"Blackhawk… I thought you all were disbanded? You and the rest of you perfidious self-absorb mercs. " The President replies with venom to a smirking "Agent Lynch." "Blackhawk was/is no better than the CIA was with your false loyalty to God and country."
"Tuff words from the grandson of our most prestigious agent." "Agent Lynch" smirks tilting his head slightly.
"Least he had ethics and strong morals." The president said irked.
"Yes, that was his only flaw." "Agent Lynch" states and is knocked down by the President's haymaker. "Lynch" retaliates but is countered by the President putting him in an arm bar. Secret Service Agents swarm but the President refuses to let go and dislocates "Agent Lynch's" shoulder then brings his heel to his face breaking his nose. He lets go and dismisses the SS agents.
"That's for grandpa." The President states as he yanks "Agent Lynch" up by his collar. "Now give me your intel or I'll have my boys put you in the deepest darkest shithole I can find and throw away the key." "Agent Lynch" brushes himself off and aligns his broken nose with tear filled eyes. Reluctantly he briefs the President. "Area 51… so it is real as was the Roswell incident. Interesting."
End Prologue.
July 4, 1947: Roswell, New Mexico-
A lone Cybertronain Disc Interceptor (CDI) lights up the sky and crash lands on the Foster Ranch about 30 clicks outside the city limits. The CDI was being tracked since it entered the Earth's Atmosphere by the newly founded agency Blackhawk. The agency's top agents are called in to "contain" the incident. The lead agent is David Adam Gieraltowski under the personae "Agent Lynch." "Alright make sure your uniforms are on point, command wants this done by the numbers." He orders to a chorus of "yes sirs."
The CDI opens up and five Bots exit but are met by tesla coil weapons. The shock causes emergency stasis lock protocols. They all fall due to their systems unfamiliar with the planet's energies. Blackhawk works quickly to tag and bag their objective, within the hour the scene is altered to look like a weather balloon crash.
July 8, 1947-
Roswell Army Air Field (RAAF) Public Information Officer Walter Hunt in Roswell, New Mexico, issued a press release stating that personnel from the field's 509th Bomb Group had recovered a crashed "flying disk" from a ranch near Roswell, sparking intense media interest. The following day, the press reported that Commanding General of the 8th Airforce (Roger M. Ramey) stated that, in fact, a radar-tracking balloon had been recovered by the RAAF personnel, not a "flying disk." A subsequent press conference was called, featuring debris said to be from the crashed object, which seemed to confirm the weather balloon description.
The incident was quickly forgotten and almost completely ignored, even by UFO researchers, for group Major Jesse Marcel aka Blackhawk "Agent Sam" who was involved with the original recovery of the debris in 1947. "Agent Sam" expressed his belief that the military had covered up the recovery of an alien spacecraft. His story spread through UFO circles and was being featured in some UFO documentaries at the time.
February 1980-
The National Enquirer ran its own interview with "Agent Sam", garnering national and worldwide attention for the Roswell Incident.
Additional witnesses added significant new details, including claims of a huge military operation dedicated to recovering alien craft and the aliens themselves, at as many as 11 crash sites, and alleged witness intimidation.
Spring 1989-
Former mortician Glenn Davis put forth a detailed personal account, wherein he claimed that "alien autopsies" were carried out at the Roswell Base the public simply brushed him off, no one really knew how close to the truth he really was.
Present Day-
Blackhawk Secret Complex 51 (Area 51), Nevada, alarms blare as several generators breakdown simultaneously and systematically. "We got security breaches on floors B1 to B16" "Agent Sam" reported as several holo-screens popped up from the dais he was standing on.
"What of Project T.E.D?" "Agent Harold" called out as he entered the room.
"Unknown" "Agent Ikarus" responded as he looked at a monitor on a wall tapping on some keys on its holo-keyboard
"Get down their now and secure Project T.E.D on B16" "Agent Tony" shouted from the control room looking down at the agents on the main floor. "Explosions on floors B16…B15… Crap its coming for us. What the hell is going on gentlemen?"
Just then a final explosion is resounds and five transformers burst in scanning the vehicles in the room. The tallest one, Motormaster scans an M-289 NL with fusion cannons. The other four, Wildrider, Deadend, Breakdown, and Dragstrip scan vehicles surrounding the M-289 NL, a Fennek recon vehicle, Alvis Saladin, Ferret Mark 4 Slave, and a LMP-F1 concept.
"Argh these alt modes are atrocious" the bot who scanned the Fennek recon complained.
"Quiet Wildrider," the tallest bot barked, "They'll do for now."
"I don't think their half bad at least what I scanned fit me" the bot that scanned the LMP-F1 concept chimed as he returned to bot mode and twirled.
"That's because you scanned that racer vehicle Dragstrip" The bot that scanned the Ferret MK4 Slave.
"Don't hate, Breakdown, because I am the prettiest." Dragstrip raised a hand and looked at the tallest bot. "Motormaster, we need to contact Galvatron and recover our ship. " Motormaster concurred and looked at the bot who scanned the Alvis Saladin.
"Deadend return to bot mode that's an order." Motormaster commands as he moves towards Deadend ignoring the shots from Blackhawk agents.
"No I refuse. I don't want to see what this alt mode did to me." Deadend growls.
"Well then make yourself useful and blast us out of this hole." Motormaster commands as Deadend acknowledges and rotates his turrent and blasts a wall clean open.
"Impossible! Fusion!" Deadend exclaims as the others stand in shock. They check their weapons, they're all fusion powered. They exit leaving nothing but devastation in their wake.
Before they leave Motormaster and Wildrider each toss a quasar grenade behind them. As they rendezvous with the others Area 51 explodes in great fiery mushroom cloud. From above a light flares and falls to Earth. "BOOM!" From the impact crater Soundwave rises his full length. He looks at all of them, "I come to collect." He says through his synthesize voiced.
"The scrap you are. We…" Motormaster growls.
"I sprung you, I own you." Soundwave cuts Motormaster off.
"And Galvatron has mercy." Wildrider shouts and fires on Soundwave sending him spinning to the ground.
"You have our thanks." Dragstrip picks him up and throws him to Motormaster. Soundwave launches his droids from his chest.
"Eject. Operation: defensive measures." Soundwave commands and what seems like an endless supply of droids eject from his chest. They attach to the Stunticons and unleash wave after wave of firepower. The Stunticons shake off the droids as Soundwave attempts to hack their central processors. A defensive surge back feeds locking Soundwave out. The five bots slug various parts of Soundwave's being causing him to take a knee. Soundwave buckles down and then bursts outward as a plasma wave knocks the five bots away.
"Boss enough fooling around we need to get to our ship."
"Indeed, Dragstrip prepare for orbital bounce." Motormaster orders.
"You got it!" Dragstrip acknowledges and attempts to lock on to their ship. "Boss, umm."
"What?" Motormaster says with a raised optics.
"I cannot lock on to our ship." Dragstrip says with a slight stutter.
"Explain." Motormaster command and then scans for the ship. He detects it but in a million pieces. "OUR CDI! Its been destroyed!" Motormaster shouts and sets a different set of coordinates. He passes on his choice to the others in his team and orbital bounces followed by the others. Soundwave looks around, he can't trace them and warps back to Nemesis Cove.
Just outside Roswell, New Mexico, The Stunticons orbital bounce to where it all began. The five Stunticons download information on the planet now known as Earth to them. To their surprise they find out that the civil war has spilled out on this planet. That Megatron and the current Prime, Optimus are on this planet as well.
"Galvatron would reward us if we brought him his spark chamber." Deadend mused.
"No." Motormaster says solemnly with crossed arms.
"What?" Dragstrip protested moving in front of Motormaster.
"No, we are not to touch him due to the bond." Motormaster declares pointing at Dragstrip with two fingers.
"But." Dragstrip is cutoff with back hand.
"No." Motormaster commands as his optics flash. Wildrider coughs as the Stunticon Leader turns his attention to his second in command. "Yes?"
"So, who do we side with? For the question is : Which enemy of my enemy will be our friend?" Wildrider states inquisitively.
"Who says we will pick a side? This planet is rich in resources for the true Overlord of The Decepticons, Galvatron, can use." Motormaster answers profoundly.
"First order of business?" Wildrider asks as his optics flash.
"I have learned of four other Blackhawk Bases. Priority one is to obliterate all traces of them for what they did to us and our CDI." Motormaster states as his optics lock with each member of his crew.
"What of Galvatron?" Deadend inquires as Motormaster locks optics with him.
"We been gone this long, so he can wait a little longer till we take care of priority one." Motormaster explains, "Priority two we need to find/build a base of operations."
"Negative." Deadend states as Motormaster's optics burn enraged.
"What did you just say?" The Stunticon Leader his with venom in his voice.
"Priority two is to change these grotesque alt modes for something with more finesse and better suited for us. I detest these blunt instruments." Deadend fires back in boldness.
"Damn you all and your vanity to the pit, but very well be quick about it!" Motormaster gives in, with frustrated understanding.
"Boss I think I found a base prebuilt by, get this, Trius Prime!" Wildrider exclaims as he downloads satellite images.
"When and where?" Motormaster orders.
"Recently about 3 meta cycles ago, As for Trius well the vanguard got him. The location is at this planet's north pole." Wildrider reports to pleased Motormaster.
"10-04 enough chat. Lets go." Motormaster ordered and transformed and head for the nearest highway followed by the other four.
As they made their way out of New Mexico entering Texas headed towards Midland, Wildrider is passed by a deep purple Lamborghini Ankonian. "Oh that will do." Wildrider muses and scans it reformatting himself into its exact clone. Deadend growls for he wanted to scan it but wasn't quick enough. They enter the city and Breakdown spots a Chrysler Crossfire, deep cherry almost wine color.
"I love your curves and your color more" Breakdown says as he scans it and takes its form. They enter the downtown area and Deadend separates from the group and goes through a wall of an auto show. The spectators scatter and Deadend spots what he came in for.
"Oh yes you will do nicely!" Deadend chimes and scans a Chrysler ME four-twelve. His body reforms and he transforms to bot mode admiring himself on the jumbo screen. "Oh yes indeed." Ignoring the humans he exits the auto show to the whirl of charged weapons belonging to Torrence, Broadside and Battlespear. "Oh scrap."
"You said it, now if you'd be as 'so kind and surrender." Battlespear smirks to the approving grunts of Broadside and Torrence. Deadend spots his compatriots behind them, he rolls "VESSURE!" automatic assault rifles beam from subspace into Deadend's hands. He fires and strafes as blast after fusion powered blast pours out of his weapons.
"Slag how did he get fusion tech?" Broadside calls out Torrence simply flashes his optics from his deathmask takes aim and fires his Widow Maker. Direct hit to Deadend's right arm followed by another to his left, disarming him.
"Argh!" Battlespear growls as Motormaster and the other Stunticons fire upon him. "Enemies at our 6. Ragh! Their fusion powered." Torrence, Broadside and Battlespear stand back-to-back-to-back and return fire as the Stunticons circle them.
"Stunticons merge to form Menasor!" Motormaster calls out and leaps into the air in a new alt form he spotted from passing an UNAS Base. The others follow suit Wildrider and Dragstrip form the arms and Deadend and Breakdown form the legs and feet.
"Great another combiner." Broadside grumbles.
" Yeah we can never catch a break." Battlespear adds as he combines with his trailer becoming a head shorter than Broadside. Torrence shakes his helm grunting.
"Fan and surround." Torrence orders dodging blasts coming from the huge fusion battle rifle. Broadside takes the left and Battlespear the right, the two heavy hitters tackle Menasor and slam their fists into the jaw and side of the combiner. It merely dazes the combiner and it retaliates by jumping in the air and hits both attackers with a split kick. The move is both shocking and effective as both Autobots fall as the combiner back flips and soccer kicks Torrence into a building. Torrence hits and falls face down, "Ouch." The vice commander groans and pushes up to his feet the deathmask retracts and he coughs up mech fluid and wipes it from his mouth. The Widow Maker charges as Torrence sets it to the fusion setting, the tube connecting from the back of the hilt and to his back glows and changes from blue to a burn yellow-orange.
"Full Power." Torrence commands as he takes aim and fires. Menasor moves suddenly and the shot burns into his shoulder and drips white hot dross. Torrence takes a knee the shot fired was powered by his own energon. "Missed!" he curses as his body recalibrates adjusting to the lost energon.
Menasor clenches his teeth and grasps his shoulder the wound burns his hand. Taking advantage of the combiner's momentary lack of full concentration, Battlespear and Broadside charge. Battlespear draws his spear and stabs it upward through the side of Menasor and rips outward. Broadside draws a weapon and thrusts into the wound and fires! The blast causes a chain reaction within the combiner causing separation.
Motormaster grips his right side and right upper thigh the injury prevents him from combining again with his other troops. The others surge from the feedback from the injury. Their optics fritz and spark for a few cycles then recover. Motormaster draws his fusion sawed off shotgun takes aim, fires unloading onto Broadside's back. The giant transformer falls to his knees as Motormaster fires again removing an arm…Stasis lock. Battlespear launches his spear into Motormaster's chest, the Stunticon Leader falls back on his knees the spear sticking out to the sky.
The others fire at Battlespear and he falls from fusion power and lack of rest. Torrence is the last one standing and recalibrated the vice commander takes out Breakdown and Dragstrip depleting his Widow Maker permanently. "Scrap my baby is out." Torrence growls "ERUSSEV!" the Widow Maker returns to subspace. Torrence flashes his deathmask's optics he launches his directional small prop at the reminder Stunticons. They dodge and the prop returns to the vice commander.
"Prepare for orbital bounce. Deadend get the others," Wildrider commands as he fires on Torrence. It's a direct hit, the vice commander falls barely holding on to consciousness while Deadend gathers his fallen comrades and they warp out.
"Torrence to base." The vice commander begins as warning alarms and statuses flash in his heads-up-display or HUD.
"Go ahead vice commander." Maj. Springer responds through the commlink.
"Unit down request evac." He replies as sparks and static plague his HUD.
"10-04 what happened out there?" Maj. Springer acknowledges and inquires further.
"New…cons…combiner…." Torrence states and blacks out stasis lock as base asks him to repeat his status.
Autobot Temporary HQ on board the Longbow, Dallas, TX an ultra-cycle later… Rodimus and Torrence stand outside his office which is now commandeered by Optimus Prime. A bell sounds and the doors open, Optimus tells Rodimus to wait outside. Rodimus nods and Torrence enters. "First off, are you alright?" The Prime starts. His vice commander nods. "Good, you were smart about taking Battlespear and Broadside with you. No casualties, however there were several injuries to the humans." Torrence starts to object but Optimus raises a hand. "It was to be expected vice commander, the only fault I see was that you didn't call for extra back up when you realized these new Decepticons acquired fusion tech, that was foolish on your part." Torrence grunts acknowledging his mistake. "Torrence I know your team was powerful but this could have turned out worse. This aside tell me about these new arrivals." Optimus leans back on his chair. Torrence nods and reports his findings. "So are these cons familiar to you?"
"Barely, last I encountered them they sided with Galvatron. I assume they still hold loyalty to him." Torrence replied solemnly.
"Anything else?" Optimus inquires.
"Yes, that same encounter I remember Galvatron sending them on an exploration mission. I have a hunch…" Torrence is stops as he sees optics may share his thoughts.
"I believe I share your hunch. I'll investigate it further thank you. You're dismissed vice commander." Optimus muses, Torrence nods and exits. "Teletran 2: Full privacy mode and open an encrypted commlink to President Gieraltowski.
North Pole, abandoned Trius Prime Base, Deadend finally arrives with Dragstrip and Breakdown. "Greetings Deadend, so glad you could join us." An icy cold voice calls from behind him. Deadend draws his weapon and quickly does an about-face and launches backwards. He fires a barrage of fusion power shots. Megatron takes a hit and dodges the rest and returns fire. The shot hits its mark and Deadend gets launched in a corkscrew. The Stunticon lands and grabs his chest his chest armor melts on to his hand.
"Scrap that stings!" Deadend curses and sees Wildrider in energon bonds. His optics flash as he's sees Soundwave coming for him. "WE told you before." Deadend begins and Wildrider breaks his bonds as his lock pick kit retracts back into his hand.
"Thanks for the assist but that's it!" Wildrider smirks and fires on Megatron and Soundwave. For the next ultra-cycle they battle its con against con, "Our loyalties do not lie with you, we serve the true overlord, Galvatron!"
The name strikes Megatron like a scraplet being withheld its food source. Megatron tells Soundwave to stand down. "You failed to mention Galvatron general." The overlord hisses grabbing Soundwave by the throat.
"Name was deemed not necessary to mention." Soundwave chirps out in Cybertronain shorthand.
"Your logic is flawed, back to base." Megatron throws Soundwave to the ground in release.
"Troops are found in treason by own admittance." Soundwave reasons
"Negative, they serve him and the cause not me, I cannot touch them nor can our forces." Megatron growls remembering the bond he was forced into by its namesake.
"Statements do not compute." Soundwave replies rubbing his neck.
"Compute this: you continue to attack them you will be deal with by me personally. Stand down." Megatron reprimands Soundwave then looks at Wildrider. "Interfere with any of my operations or my forces you will be treated as traitors against The Decepticon Cause. The bond will not save you then nor from my hand. Is this understood?" Megatron decrees as it finally computes to Soundwave.
"Crystal." Wildrider replies as Megatron and Soundwave warp out. The Stunticon second in command assists Deadend taking his compatriots into the abandoned base. The duo drag their fallen comrades to the medical bay. As they enter and activate the power, Devastator and Piranhacon surround them.
"Case you didn't get the memo. Megatron…" Wildrider growls to the chuckling combiners.
"We do not serve him, nor any one." Devastator laughs evilly as Piranhacon echoes his laughter.
"Yeah, not after Trius fell." Piranhacon states as he stops laughing and his optics flash.
White House, Oval Office, President Gieraltowski rubs his temples behind his desk. He just got off the phone with Blackhawk Command the conversation replays echoing in his head.
"Project T.E.D escaped and BSC 51 has been compromised and devastated." "Agent Sam" says as he coughs up blood to a wide eye president.
"Tell me the sat feed that I am seeing is not." The president pauses and replays the feed over and over.
"It is Mr. President I'm sorry." "Agent Sam" replies. The last thing the president heard was the sound of a glock 9mm firing and snapping back to the present.
"Why didn't I tell him? How do I explain that we were in possession of five Decepticons?" His thoughts plague him as he looks at the monitor. On the other end of the incoming transmission is Optimus Prime. "By now he knows or at the very least suspects and rightly so." He hits the answer button and Optimus face pops up with a stoic gaze.
"David." Optimus begins and the president already knows what is coming.
"Optimus." David replies maintaining a cool façade outwardly while cursing himself internally.
"Care to explain or are you going to do this the hard way?" Optimus inquires; the question however sounds more like a statement.
"You had yet to gain my trust." David begins for there was no use in denying or dragging on with misdirecting banter.
"Understandable, but what kept you from telling me after I gained it?" Optimus says once again his words sounding more statement than inquiry.
"There was so much to…" David was cut off by an infuriated Optimus.
"So you willingly continued to commit this atrocity. Decepticon or not, they were Cybertronians." Optimus' optics flashed as he struggled to maintain his anger, though the president was in the wrong he still was his friend and ally.
"To us they were…" David trails off for he knew there was no use in justifying himself the Admiral was in the right.
"Robots? They are sentient beings! Life forms! David what the hell were you thinking?" Optimus asks with a raised voice. David simply looks downcast and Optimus repeats his question with steel and a lowered voice. David looks at Optimus and shakes his head.
"Optimus I don't know how to answer your question. I know my actions in this matter were in the wrong. I can only humbly ask for your forgiveness not only as the leader of my nation but more than anything as your friend. Optimus please believe me." David states humbly.
"Tell me about Blackhawk." Optimus states.
"All will be uploaded to your personal database." David replies.
"Then yes. David is there anything else you need to tell me? Any more surprises?" Optimus further inquiries not wanting to be caught off guard again.
"Optimus to my knowledge no, if anything else from here pops up I know nothing of it I swear." The president replies truthfully and Optimus knew it not only from the scans of his friend he had been taking during their conversation but he felt it in his spark. Before Optimus punches out President David is true to his word and uploads all his data on Blackhawk.
Back at Trius' base, Wildrider and Deadend are pinned against a wall with their comrades-in-arms down they're only at 2/5s power.
"Give us one good reason why not to scrap you right now," Piranhacon growls. Deadend doesn't answer he simply draws his weapon and fires the shot is absorbed into his over shield. Wildrider takes notice and adjusts his shotgun from regular ammo to warp ammo and fires. The blast rips part of Piranhacon's face. Devastator is taken back in shock; Deadend takes advantage of this and tosses an EMP shock mine at him. The mine attaches to the combiner magnetically and goes off separating them and sending them into stasis lock.
Piranhacon recovers but separates due to his targeting systems malfunctioning in combine form. As he separates Wildrider and Deadend charge and fire on them in mid transformation, they stasis lock three Seacons and engage the last two Kraken and Snaptrap. Strafing in opposite directions they take out Kraken. Crossing in an "X" formation they charge Snaptrap and strike with haymakers into the Seacon Leader's face. The impact flips Snaptrap face down. Before he can recover they come down with elbows dead into the center of his lower back. "SNAP!" Snaptrap's spinal linkage shatters as the upper part of his torso comes up as Deadend recovers in a spin to his feet and soccer kicks the Seacon Leader's head. "CRUNCH" "RIP!" "ZZZZRRT!" Snaptrap's head effectively snaps off and dangles from cables on his back… Stasis lock critical.
Releasing and taking in air through their cooling vent the two Stunticons scan the area back to back making sure the room was secure. Satisfied with their scans they take their fallen comrades into the medical bay and begin repairs. Several mega-cycles later Wildrider who also serves as the team medic, does all he can for them and places them into the CR bath.
"What of the combiners we disabled?" Deadend inquires as he assists Wildrider with clean up.
"They could serve us well huh Deadend?" Wildrider responds and discovers a replicator and orders a stiff energon drink.
"Indeed shall I reprogram them or should we give them a chance to join us?" Deadend muses at the thought of reprograming. He too orders up a stiff energon drink and takes a seat.
"After the beating we served them, I am sure they will make the right decision." Wildrider concludes and takes the seat in front of Deadend. The two Stunticons muse about the battle they fought with the combiners. If they could of formed Menasor neither one of the gestalts would have stand a chance.
Nemesis Cove, Antarctica, Megatron's Office, The Decepticon Overlord sits down behind his desk with V.J. in his hand. "Log start." He commands and his office goes into full privacy mode. "Galvatron, that's a name I never wanted to hear again in my life cycle or any life cycle for that matter. Of all names, Galvatron that name still tastes like bad energon on my lips. These storm bringers, these Stunticons; they have brought bad omens to my front door step. " Megatron pauses and sets V.J. on his desk and picks up a glass of stiff energon. He leans back in his chair and nurses it. "What even more irritating is the fact that I cannot touch them! Due to your namesakes slagging bond. "
He points his index digit from the glass he is holding at V.J. The penguin chirps and looks at his master, Megatron swears he saw the thing smile. "Galvatron, the day I took away your chance…." Megatron pauses his memory "Downpour… that white VTOL Air Hammer transformer… he's the Autobots' Vice Commander, he may have changed his color but… what's his name…Torrence!" Megatron pauses and slams his drink on the desk spilling it. V.J. moves towards but Megatron stops him before hand and puts him in his aquarium. "I may be able to use this to my advantage."
"Fat chance." A deep voice echoes in the office. "The Autobots are already aware of his past." Megatron instantly knows who it is.
"Show yourself Sixshot!" Megatron growls and shouts.
"I would but I am not really here my lord. Soundwave isn't the only expert in communication espionage. However do go on with your log my liege." Sixshot muses chuckling to himself.
"I recommend you cut your antics or." Megatron threatens with steel in his voice.
"Or what? Make good on that and you will see that Galvatron is not the only one you will have to worry about. You will see civil war within your own ranks. Humm, I have heard of this Galvatron, maybe I should seek him out and bring him here." Sixshot muses to himself aloud.
"Do that or start a mutiny and your son will die the most heinous of deaths and before your own very optics. I know Rodimus is your son Cervantes." Megatron states with venom in his voice.
"My name is Sixshot, Cervantes is dead as will you be if you touch my boy." Sixshot threatens.
"Then remember your place warlord. Cyber spike 3." Megatron commands and surge back feeds and hits Sixshot knocking him out cold in his quarters. Megatron hears a thud smiling to himself "Continue log." He types in a few commands and seals all communication ports no matter how small off. "Seems I must tighten up my private access ports. Torrence I wonder if he still bares grudge after all this time? Mostly likely so, the weak always hold on to such things. As for the Stunticons, I could use a combiner on my team; I sought out the ones that blasted Trius Prime brought to no avail…for now. A storm has indeed arrived but it is I who will steer it. End Log." Megatron concludes and calls Bombshell to his office.
END.