Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm

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Part 6.5 Hunter's End

Chapter 53

"Are you all right, Rodimus?" Galaxy Convoy asked.

"I'm fine, just keep driving," Rodimus replied. They were all heading out to meet Override, now that First Gunner had declared him fit to go out. Nitro Convoy was in front, leading the way, Galaxy Convoy and Rodimus Convoy were in the middle; Rodimus was carrying Lori and Galaxy Convoy was carrying Emission, and Exiguiser brought up the rear.

"This place is so dull," Emission remarked dryly.

"The cities are underground during the day to make way for the racers," Exiguiser replied.

"Racers like you and me?" asked a voice.

Exiguiser nearly crashed as they all came to a stop while Override, who had snuck up behind them, laughed and transformed.

"I thought you were supposed to be guarding the rear, Exiguiser," Emission commented, climbing out of Galaxy Convoy so he could transform. "If that had been an enemy, you would be dead right now."

"Knowing him, he wouldn't be dead," Override teased. "He'd be completely humiliated."

"I'm completely humiliated right now," Exiguiser muttered, also transforming. The others transformed as well, all chuckling as Exiguiser's face turned redder with embarrassment.

Rodimus stepped forward, "So where are we going."

Override shrugged, "Nowhere."

"What?" This came from everybody.

"I received information earlier that my client lied," Override explained. "No one lies to me about who they are or who my target is."

"Got that right," Nitro Convoy said quietly. "The last Transformer who did that ended up in the hospital and never recovered."

"They died?" Lori gasped.

"No," Exiguiser said. "Just crippled for life."

"Correct," Override nodded. "So I sent out a message to tell my client to never show his face again. Rodimus Convoy, your racing style, and the fact that you consider the lives of others greater than your own, tells me that my client had the wrong Transformer, even if he didn't lie. You are free to go."

"Or would be, if it wasn't for the fact that we don't want him to go," laughed a familiar voice.

Override's optics widened in shock and surprise as she whirled around to see the black figure leaning against the guardrail, "Gasket! You're still alive?"

The smallest Destron grinned, "Surprised to see me, lover-girl?"

"Lover-girl?" Exiguiser exclaimed. Everyone except Override and Gasket turned to look at Nitro Convoy.

"They had a relationship," the Sector Leader said. "I didn't know they got that serious."

"We didn't!" Override spat still glaring at Gasket. "I dumped the dummy first." Her optics narrowed, "I told you I'd kill you if I ever saw you again, Gasket."

"Funny," Gasket laughed. "You saw me a few days ago and you didn't kill me."

Override blanched, "That was you?"

"New paint job," Gasket said, patting his armor. "Surprising how easy it is to hide your identity, isn't it."

Yelling a few well chosen obscenities, Override charged, only to be knocked sideways by a burst of electrical energy.

"Can't have you do that," Chromia laughed, stepping out of a warp gate. In her hand was a black, pulsing sphere. "Too bad your plan tripped at the end, Gasket. It was such a good one to." She turned to him and growled, "We'll skip the torture this time."

Gasket's only response was a gulp, and a sigh of relief.

Override pulled out her blaster and pointed it at Chromia, "Fly away, witch! Run back to hell where you belong."

Chromia smiled, "Not yet. I have a gift for our newest ally."

"I'm no ally of yours," Override growled.

"You will be," Chromia whispered, and threw the sphere.

Nitro Convoy didn't know what it was, but he knew it was bad. He could tell. Years of trying to protect his twin sister kicked in as he dashed forward and yelled, "Override! Move!" He threw out his arm and shoved her out of the way, catching the sphere that was so close to hitting her. He braced himself, expecting it to explode like a bomb.

It didn't explode. It seemed to melt instead.

Everyone watched in horror as black energy wrapped around Nitro Convoy. For a moment, it seemed that he would just brush it off. Then he started to scream in pain. "Get it off me! Get it off!" But just as someone was about to run forward, the energy seemed to jump off of its own will. Slowly, it began to solidify.

Galaxy Convoy suddenly had a flash of desa vu.

Flashback

He crossed his blades to block Flame Convoy's attack as swords and ax met again. Of in the distance, he could see Master Megatron watching as Ligerjack struggled with something black. He blocked two more attacks, and then heard a voice that chilled him.

"Go, Dark Ligerjack!" Master Megatron yelled.

Letting his guard down, he turned and looked to see his comrade and friend suddenly besieged by a black lion Transformer. The black mist that Ligerjack had been struggling with earlier was gone.

"Where are you looking?" Flame Convoy yelled at him, turning his attention back to the fight at hand. A few more attacks were exchanged, and then he heard something else.

"Eyesore, disappear!" Ligerjack roared.

This time Flame Convoy turned to look as well as the two lions clashed.

And then he knew.

Ligerjack.

Dark Ligerjack.

End Flashback

It was almost done now.

It's not what I expected, but this could work to our advantage.

Yes, Master Galvatron, Chromia thought, knowing he would hear it. "Meet our newest warrior, Galaxy Convoy." The dark energy finished solidifying, creating a fit, agile racer identical to Nitro Convoy, covered in black and purple armor, and with gleaming violet optics.

"Allow me to introduce, Black Nitro Convoy."