Transformers: War for Cybertron: Act 1
Siege
Cybertron. A unique jewel amongst the cosmos. A fully mechanical planet that was able to support life. A race of autonomous robots called the Transformers, for their ability to change their forms into alternate modes. For millennial, Cybertron stood as a place of peace and prosperity in the galaxy.
Until the Great War. A planet divided amongst two factions: the Autobots and the Decepticons. Their war has left Cybertron in a hollow state. Take for instance, the city-state of Iacon. For generations, it was a haven of civilization. Of culture, the arts, and science. Now, it is little more than ruins, with the last remains of the Autobot army defending it daily from Decepticon raids.
Above the city, Seeker tetrajet squadrons dodged Autobot artillery. They returned fire, only have some of their squad mates get hit and go down to the streets below. However, it is down here where our story begins as two robots sneak through the wreckage.
The first was small and yellow. His chest had a small windshield over a mostly yellow torso. His shoulders were black with a tire and a chunk of armor on top of them. His fore arms were yellow, yet covered with scratches. His legs were mostly black except at the feet, which were yellow and also contained windshields. His head was rounded and yellow, with a metallic steel face and blue optics. He also had two small horns on his head. He had no name; only a designation: B-127. B-127 was scanning around for any signs of trouble.
His partner was taller and mostly colored white. His torso was mostly white with lines of red and green decaled on it. His legs and some of his chest were covered in the same dark type of glass used for windshields. His upper arms were white while his lower arms were black. He had two pieces of kibble that stood out like wings. His head was mostly black, with blue optics and a plate that covered up his mouth and nose. On the side of his head were two "ears" that glowed whenever he talked. On his right shoulder, he carried a small launcher. On his chest was an insignia of a solemn red face. The bot had a name. Wheeljack, who was following B-127.
They continued on their trek until the taller robot knocked over some rubble. The yellow bot quickly pulled the other one closer behind cover as one of the jets swooped down and transformed into robot mode. This robot was colored mostly black with two large jet wings being his most prominent feature, besides the two cannons strapped to his upper arms. His wings held a glaring purple insignia. His head was a boxy, black shape with glowing red optics. A yellow cockpit stood center with two turbines on either side of it. Most of the chest was grey while the lower arms, hands, and feet were purple This was one of the Decepticon Seekers, Skywarp.
Skywarp's forearm slid up to reveal a flashlight and waved it over the area. Fortuantly, B-127 and Wheeljack were out of sight for the Seeker. Once his scan was complete, Skywarp transformed to jet mode and took off.
B-127 let out a sigh as he stood up. "You know, the reason I survived this long was not drawing as much attention as I possibly could to myself," He said rudely.
Wheeljack scoffed. "The Autobots aren't paying you for sass; we're paying you to find Energon."
"And I'll do it faster if I didn't have to play caretaker to you."
As B-127 turned and walked away, Wheeljack shook his head and said, "Be smoother if you ditched the attitude, kid."
B-127 and Wheeljack eventually made it to a large structure. B-127 stepped up to one of the walls.
"This is the place," Wheeljack asked.
"Yeah," B-127 confirmed. "Watch my back in case any more Seekers show up."
Wheeljack did that while B-127 was finding the access panel. To kill the time, Wheeljack decided to engage in some light conversation.
"You know, the Autobots could benefit from someone of your particular talents. We could really use more Energon scavengers like you."
"Thanks, but no thanks," B-127 answered. "I want as far away from your war as I possibly can be."
"Kid, the only place you could escape to is off-world, and we know that's not an option."
B-127 scoffed and muttered, "I wonder whose fault is that." After a couple more seconds, B-127 found the panel.
"Got it."
The wall opened up to medium sized storage base. Tubes of glowing pink liquid lined one side of the wall. Crates filled with the exact same substance also were littered among the base.
"Here," B-127 said. "Enough Energon to last a couple of hundred solar cycles."
Wheeljack walked in with B-127 following behind him. They took note of all the Energon until Wheeljack noticed a structure in the back of the building.
"By the Primal Vanguard," He exclaimed. "That's a space bridge!"
The Space Bridge. A miraculous technology that could bend the fabric of space to transport a person or equipment to one point or another, as long as another space bridge was present to connect to. They were used to connect planets spanning light-years apart. It looked like a large cybernetic tuning fork, with faded orange paint.
Wheeljack approached console and started inspecting it. "You remember the space bridges, kid?"
"Yeah. I remember going to see the races on Velocitron," B-127 reminisced. Then, his tone turned cold. "Until your war made them shut down for good."
"Don't blame everything that went wrong on us," Wheeljack retorted. "Besides, I think this one can be brought back online." Wheeljack looked over the readings and became more excited. "Oh man, think of the possibilities we can do with this space bridge. We can contact the colonies and get reinforcements. Then we'll have enough troops and resources to end this war."
B-127 shrugged dismissively and started to move towards the entrance. "You can plan your little science project back at your base. I say we grab the Energon and get back to your base to discuss my payment. I don't want to be circuits deep in Decepticon territory any longer than I have to be."
However, Wheeljack was ignoring the little yellow fellow as he continued to test the console. Finally, Wheeljack figured out how to turn the space bridge on. It groaned to life, shaking the ground slightly as a blue glow emanated from the circle.
B-127 ran back to Wheeljack. "Are you insane," He yelled. "You've just alerted every Decepticon in this sector! We need to grab the Energon and go, now!"
Wheeljack shook B-127 off of him. "Calm down! I've got this under control." Wheeljack then typed out commands to put the bridge on stand-by mode. "I've got to tell Optimus."
"Too bad you won't get the chance," A new voice said. Suddenly, a whole squadron of Seekers transformed and landed in robot mode. Each troop raised a cannon and pointed it at the duo. Each Seeker troop had the same body-type as Skywarp, who was present with them. The differences were in color. For example, a mostly blue Seeker was present named Thundercracker and a red, white, and blue Seeker named Starscream smirked at the duo.
Then, a larger jet transformed and landed. He was larger than any bot present. He was mostly while in color, with red and black armor pieces covering his chest and forearms. His legs ended in thruster beneath his feet. His helmet was white, with only a blue visor standing out from the grey faceplate. He wore a Decepticon badge proudly on his chest plate. This was Jetfire, Air Commander of not only the Seekers, but the Decepticons at large.
B-127 immediate put his hands up to show he was unarmed. "Don't shoot! I plead neutrality."
"Don't worry, there will be no violence as long as this goes smoothly," Jetfire said. "I should thank you two for discovering what's possibly the last functioning space bridge on Cyberton."
"Tough luck, because this Space Bridge is Autobot property," Wheeljack said.
"Are you trying to get us killed," B-127 whispered.
"Is that so," Starscream spoke up. "Because all I see are two soon-to-be-dead Autobots."
"Hey, I'm not with him! I am not an Autobot!"
"Thanks for sticking with me, kid," Wheeljack said sarcastically.
"We'll have to make sure," Jetfire said. "Thundercracker, scan them," He ordered.
Thundercracker stepped up and shined a bright blue beam. He first targeted B-127. After a couple of seconds, the results came in.
"The yellow guy's telling the truth," Thundercracker confirmed. "He's neutral."
He then turned his attention to Wheeljack and scanned him.
"This one, he's definitely an Autobot. Their Chief Engineer."
"Seems we caught a celebrity amongst the Autobot retrorats, eh," Starscream said which caused most of Seekers to laugh, excluding Jetfire.
"Feels like I'm being told I taste good by Scraplets," Wheeljack muttered.
"Listen, we can make a deal," B-127 said. "You can let me go, and I don't get injured."
"On the contrary, I think we should scrap both of you right now," Starscream said, aiming his Null Ray.
Jetfire held up an arm to block Starscream. "We should give them a chance to surrender first."
Starscream turned to Jetfire indignant. However, his expression quickly changed into something more friendly.
"Jetfire, my old friend," Starscream began. "We already know that fool of an Autobot won't change his ways. We will be rewarded by taking the initiative and eliminating them right now."
"We have our orders from Megatron himself. Unless you want to explain why you disobeyed his orders in the first place," Jetfire said through an expressionless mask.
Starscream's face turned to a snarl. "Who cares what Megatron thinks?! It is by actions, not rules that win wars. Besides, he's still in Kolkular Palace."
"Perhaps if you were perceptive as you were ambitious, you would have known better than to utter that comment in my presence."
All parties turned to face a lone figure standing near the doorway. He was large, not as big as Jetfire, but standing heads over the Seekers. Most of his body was gunmetal grey, with some darker colors on his legs. His legs held tank treads on the back. His chest was flat, with a Decepticon insignia in the center of it. His arms were spiky near the edges of his shoulders with smaller spikes along his forearms. On his right arm, he wielded a large black scope, his dreaded Fusion Cannon. His head was grey with soot and his helmet had marks and scars from previous battles. His optics burned a ruby red, and all who knew him feared his name. Megatron.
Megatron approached the group, insighting a serious of "Lord Megatron" from his troops. He stopped in front of Jetfire and Starscream.
"I designed those 'rules' in order to prove we were better than our enemies, Starscream," Megatron glared at the Seeker. "Everything I do is for a reason. And I cannot have my soldiers questioning my orders, can we?"
Starscream looked like he wanted to be angry, but he feared retaliation. "Yes, Lord Megatron," He answered strained.
"Good. And remember your place, Starscream. It would prevent you from any further harm."
Megatron then turned to Jetfire, who gave his report. "Sir, we noticed an energy surge and followed it to this space bridge."
"Yes, I felt it as well," Megatron answered. He then approached B-127 and Wheeljack. "So, these are the two Autobots who activated it."
"I'm not an Autobot," B-127 said shakily. "I'm just a scavenger. I find Energon for whoever needs it."
Megatron turned to Wheeljack, who said, "Yeah, I'm an Autobot. Pretty simple to figure it out, huh?"
"I commend you on your skills, Autobot," Megatron said. "Now, step aside as we claim this for the Decepticons."
"Sorry, Bucket-head," Wheeljack moved to defend the space bridge with his body. "This belongs to the Autobots and the rightful people of Cybertron."
Megatron chuckled. "I would admire your bravery if it wasn't foolish. Look around, Autobot. My forces outnumber yours, and your ally looks like he is ready to turn tail at any moment." Megatron glanced at a panicked B-127.
"This doesn't have to end in fuel-shed. Surrender, and we will leave you unharmed. Join us, and you will be satisfied."
"No," Wheeljack answered. "If I die, I die for the Autobot cause. You'll have to take this over my sparking, melted chassis."
Megatron frowned over his loss in diplomacy. "Then so be it. Decepticons! Take aim!"
At his command, the Seekers aimed at both Wheeljack and B-127. Most had neutral expressions, some like Skywarp smirked, others like Starscream scowled. The odd bot out was Jetfire, who was reluctant to take aim at B-127.
"Wait, wait, wait," B-127 tried to quickly plead.
Before Megaron could give the command to fire, a truck honk echoed in the night. Most turned their heads to see where the noise came from. It wasn't until a red and blue alien truck ramped through a hole in the wall did everyone find the target. The newcomer barreled through Seekers, knocking them over and almost hitting Megatron if he did not jump out of the way. The truck transformed into robot mode and used his momentum to uppercut one last Seeker, leaving three Decpeticons down.
The new robot wore the same insignia as Wheeljack, but on his shoulders. He was tall, almost the same height as Megatron. His torso and arms were red, with blue fists and a grey grill on his abdomen. Two separate windshields formed to make a pectoral shape. His legs were blue with tires forming the back. Alien smokestacks jutted from his back. His helmet was blue, with antennae on the right and left side. His face was steel gray, with two blue optics and a mouth plate covering up the rest of his face. This was the leader of the Autobots.
Megatron knew his nemesis. "Optimus Prime," he said.
"Megatron," Optimus responded.
"Prime!" Wheeljack exclaimed.
"How did he get here," B-127 questioned out loud.
Everyone stood silent until Megatron approached the Prime.
"Optimus, it's been so long," Megatron greeted. "When was the last time we met? Near the Hydrax Plateau?"
"Enough with the pleasantries, Megatron," Optimus said. "You know why I am here."
"Your space bridge, I presume. Unfortunately, Prime, you are outnumbered. All you have is one Autobot and a scavenger. Give up."
"I could say the same thing to you." Then Prime made a subtle motion with his right hand. A loud PING! rang out and a bullet nearly tore through one of the Seekers.
"Sniper!" Starscream cried out.
"That was a warning shot," Optimus continued. "Surrender and leave peacefully. Or face termination."
Megatron scowled as his eyes subtly combed over the arena, looking for anywhere a sniper's nest would be.
"Unfortunately, Optimus, you know that I can't do that," Megatron growled. "Decepticons, attack!"
And with that, the Seekers started blasting the Autobots. Everyone scattered to avoid laser fire. Optimus deployed his ion blaster and started to take out Decepticons one by one. Wheeljack deployed his weapon and made wild shots from cover. B-127 quickly ducked for cover, pulling out his pistol just in case any Con tried to take him. While all of this was happening, the Autobot sniper was taking out Seekers one by one.
"Seekers! Transform and find that sniper," Jetfire commanded.
"Follow me," Starscream shrieked as he and several other Seekers shifted to jet mode and flew up.
Optimus saw this and radioed his sniper. "Elita, there are Seekers coming for you!"
"Understood," a female voice responded. "What do you want me to do?"
Optimus looked at the battlefield and took in the statistics. He knew he was outmanned and outgunned. He only had Wheeljack and the scavenger as allies, and he bluffed about multiple snipers with Elita being the only one. Optimus knew that Megatron would very well destroy this space bridge if he let the fight drag on enough long. So, thinking quickly, he came up with a plan.
"Wheeljack! You and the scavenger come with me to retreat," Optimus called out.
"What," B-127 questioned. "I am not going anywhere with you people!"
"Would you rather be left with the Decepticons instead," Wheeljack asked.
B-127 knew if he would stay, he probably wouldn't last long neutral or online. Besides, the Autobots still had to pay him.
"Fine! I'll go!" B-127 answered.
Optimus nodded while a shot from Megatron's Fusion Cannon nearly hit the space bridge. "Autobots," Prime commanded. "Transform and roll out!"
Optimus, Wheeljack, and B-127 all changed into their alternate modes and drove through a large hole in the wall, dodging laser fire in the process.
"Jetfire! Take your Seekers and bring me the heads of those Autobots," Megatron commanded.
Jetfire nodded. "Seekers, with me!" And he and the rest of the Seekers all transformed and rocketed off towards the Autobots.
Speaking of them, the two Autobots plus one scavenger were driving across a derelict bridge. While Optimus had his truck mode, Wheeljack was a boxy car-type vehicle while B-127 looked like a yellow flat UFO with wheels.
"Elita," Optimus radioed. "What's your status?"
"Oh, I'm great," Elita responded. "I'm trying to pick off Seekers on the move and they keep very close to hitting me. How about you?"
"Cool your sarcasm chips, Elita," Optimus said. "On my mark, detonate the charges on the bridge we are on."
"Optimus, we got Seekers on our bumpers," Wheeljack shouted as Seeker jets descended and opened fire. Optimus waited until they were almost at ground level. Unfortuantly, this lead to B-127 taking a hit and almost crashing
"Elita! Now!" Optimus radioed.
"What? But you're still on the bridge."
"Do it!"
Behind them, the Autobots heard the sounds of explosions going off. The balls of flames took out Seekers as they tumbled to the ground below. The Autobots pulled full throttle to get into one of the Iacon tunnels before the bridge was ultimately destroyed. After several moments of driving, Optimus and the rest stopped before transforming back to robot mode.
"That," B-127 panted. "Was insane, crazy, and almost suicidal. I am never doing something like that again."
"Apologies for putting you at risk like that," Optimus said. "It was the only way we could shake off the Decepticons with our limited resources."
"Yeah," B-127 stood up. "Well, next time, think of something that doesn't send us to the Allspark earlier."
"Prime," Wheeljack said. "You won't believe this. There was a functional space bridge back there."
Optimus's optics widen. "Are you certain?"
"Yes, absolutely."
"Well, good luck with that," B-127 interrupted. "That place is probably going to be swarmed full of Decepticons by now."
As B-127 turned to leave, a female voice said, "And who exactly is this?"
This female Autobot was a pinkish-lavender color and stood a couple feet shorter than Optimus. Her body was less blocky than the rest of the group. Wheels act as elbows for her arms. Her helmet had three spikes jutting out in a crown-like formation around her head. She had the same blue optics as Optimus, yet her expression was less than pleasant. A backpack formed out of parts of her alternate mode was present with the other two wheels sticking out. This was Elita-1.
"He's an Energon scavenger I hired to find that storage house back there," Wheeljack turned his head to B-127.
"Uh, hey," B-127 greeted himself.
"You did well in discovering the Energon cache," Optimus said. "As well as the location of a space bridge. May I ask for your name?"
"Oh, I don't have a name. Just a designation: B-127."
He saw Optimus and Elita-1's optics widen. He knew this routine so many times now it became routine. The pity for the bot with no name. During the last age before the war, more and more Cybertronians were forged without a name; just a designation and a command to do the job your alt-mode was supposed to do.
B-127 spoke, "Well, that Energon is probably already being taken away by the Decepticons. I'll be going now since I didn't get you that Energon."
"No," Optimus commanded with gentleness that B-127 did not expect. "The explosives meant that the Decepticons would be returning to their base. And since the Energon was far away from the blast, we can send in scouts to retrieve the Energon. We will pay you the correct amount for finding the Energon."
"Oh," B-127 did not expect such fairness. "Well, alright. Where do you want to discuss?"
"At the Autbot command center."
B-127 lived as a neutral for long enough to know that when the leader of an army recommends a base to make a deal, it's usually to get you to enlist.
"Uh, no thanks. Why not make it here and you can send the shanix to-"
Before B-127 can finish, the wound from the shot earlier acted up and caused him to grab his side in pain.
"You should get some medical attention first," Elita recommended.
"Come on, kid," Wheeljack persuaded. "It's better than finding some doc on the street to scam you."
B-127 sighed in reluctance. "Fine. But this will be temporary."
Optimus nodded. "Then follow us. The tunnels lead back to Autobot City."
And so, the four started their trek through the tunnels. They mainly travelled in vechicle mode, though they had to go robot mode to maneuver through debris. During the trip, Elita-1 activated a transmission to a private frequency between her and Prime.
"Optimus, you want to tell me what was that back at the bridge," Elita questioned.
"I don't know what you mean," Optimus played dumb.
"That maneuver at the bridge. With the explosives. Optimus, you could have waited a couple more astro-cycles till you three were clear of the blast radius. But you didn't."
"It was risk worth taking. I had to eliminate those Decepticons before they realized a trap was in place."
"But not while endangering your own troops and a neutral," Elita pleaded. "Optimus, you have to think this war through. You can't keep getting yourself in these situations."
"I am a Prime," Optimus said solemnly. "I have a legacy and status to uphold."
"Yeah, just remember what that legacy is."
Eventually, the group made it out of the tunnels and into a clearing. It didn't look like much: just a whole lot of rubble.
"We are here." Optimus said.
"Um, this is your base?" B-127 asked.
"Just walk forward," Wheeljack advised.
As they approached the clearing, B-127 saw as Optimus and Elita seemed to shimmer against the air until they disappear. Wheeljack approached the dividing line.
"Holograms. Pretty nifty, right?" He said.
"Yeah, I guess," B-127 responded.
Wheeljack walked through the dividing line. B-127 put an arm out to test it. The air shimmered as B-127 touched the rim of the wall. He then walked through it and saw Autobot City. It had seen better days. The orange paint was dull, with several sections of the building destroyed or look like it was falling apart.
B-127 followed the Autobots into the base. The inside was more glamorous than outside. Monitors glowed with data appearing and disappearing at rapid-fire pace. The paint was more bright and colorful. However, there was a feeling of hopelessness as well. Autobot soldiers lined the walls, too injured or lack the fuel to move. Bright, young optics were dim as they were awaiting either repairs, stasis lock, or deactivation. B-127 couldn't believe that this was the state of one of the most powerful factions on Cybertron.
It got worse when Optimus lead B-127 into the medical ward. Every slab was filled with an Autobot awaiting repairs. Some had missing limbs, some had quickly patched up wounds that were surrounded with dry Energon, and some were just lying there either dead or in stasis. There were too few doctors on hand. Most of the workforce were drones giving minimum care.
Optimus stopped at one of the few medics available. "Red Alert, I would like you to help repair this bot's wounds." He guided his hand to B-127, still clutching his side.
Red Alert sighed, "I'll see what I can do."
Red Alert was mainly colored white and red, with a more blocky body structure than Elita-1. Her chest seemed to be formed from her car hood. Tires connected to doors formed her shoulders. Her legs were white with tires in them and her feet were red. Her waist had two long parts simulating a lab coat's tails made of her car top. Her head was red with two little nubs sticking out. Her optics were blue, yet glowed red underneath to show the strain of constant repairing. What was unique was her left hand, or lack thereof. Instead, she wielded a red laser appendage.
"So, you're the one Optimus wants me to fix up," Red Alert said. "Alright, just tell me where you're injured."
B-127 pointed to his side and said, "Here. But you don't have to if you got more important matters at hand."
"Nonsense. Prime gave me an order and I follow it to the best of my abilities," Red Alert bend down and looked at the wound. "You're lucky too. It's just a graze. I can seal it in a few astro-cycles."
While Red Alert began to seal the wound, she started some small talk. "So, where did ya get this?"
"Decepticons," B-127 answered. "Ambushed me and Wheeljack. Optimus showed up in time to rescue us and evacuate to the tunnels."
Red Alert gave a slight nod. "So, I see you don't wear a badge. Mind telling me what's your profession."
"I'm an Energon scavenger. You guys hired me to find a stash of Energon, and I did. I would have brought it back, but Decepticons showed up."
"You still getting paid? I wouldn't think of any use for old-world money now."
"Yeah, your leader's pretty generous about deals. And besides, I can always get a drink at Maccadam's."
"I remember that," Red Alert's expression turned sorrowful. "Still, most Autobots or Decepticons aren't allowed in there anymore. Too much tension."
After a moment, Red Alert moved back. "Alright, you're all patched up."
"Thank you." B-127 said.
"B-127," Optimus spoke up. "Follow me."
B-127 was lead to the command center of Autobot City. It was rather impressive, with more abled soldiers working on terminals and such. Optimus stopped in the center with Elita-1, along with Wheeljack and several Autobots B-127 didn't know. One looked like he turned into a red and black truck. Another had the markings of a police officer with the writing on his doors. Another looked like he turned into a green off-road vehicle.
"B-127," Optimus began. "You have performed a great service for the Autobots today. The discovery of not only more Energon, but a functioning space bridge will help shift the war to our favor. As discussed, here is you reward."
Optimus pulled out several gold bars. These were shanix, the currency of pre-war Cybertron. It also works for several off-world economies. B-127 received the shanix and stored it in a compartment.
"Your contribution cannot be overstated," Optimus continued. "For now, we have a greater chance of ending this war. The road to peace is long and arduous, but-"
"Okay, let me stop you there," B-127 interrupted. "My answer is no."
"I do not understand," Optimus questioned.
"You were trying to recruit me."
"Am I that obvious?" That remark got some weak chuckles from the rest of the Autobots.
"Listen, I'm glad that you bots got help," B-127 continued. "But I am not willing to wear a badge and die for a cause I don't believe in."
"So, freedom is not a righteous cause," Wheeljack questioned.
"Not when those who fight for it wear that symbol." B-127 pointed at the Autobot insignia.
The mood soured immediately.
"I know the history of the Autobot insignia," Optimus Prime said. "However, we are fighting for a righteous cause. Where all Cybertronians can live in freedom."
"Sure, whatever," B-127 said. "That's a nice little thing to believe. However, I don't see an Autobot victory anytime soon. You're not exactly fighting with a full tank."
"An' that's why we need bots like you, kid," the red truck, Ironhide, said. "And that space bridge you and Wheeljack found."
"Well, good luck with that. But my answer's still no."
Optimus sighed. "And is there nothing to persuade you?"
"Not likely. I'll be going. If you want my services, you know where to find me."
B-127 began to walk to the exist, but was blocked by two Autobots.
"The problem is," the police-car Autobot, Prowl, said, "That you are too much of a risk. You know where our base is. If you get in the Decepticon's grasps, then this whole war is lost."
"That's enough, Prowl," Optimus said. "Autobots, let him go."
"No, Optimus, Prowl's right." Elita interrupted. "He's too much of a risk. It would be better to just to silence him now."
Eltia nodded, ordering the guards to raise their rifles at B-127.
"We. Are not. The Decepticons," Optimus said with contained rage. He sighed, "Let him go."
The guards hesitated for a moment, then moved to let B-127 leave. B-127 left as quickly as he could.
Optimus Prime sighed. He cannot be losing command over his troops. Not now, not near the end of the war.
Elita looked remorseful as she turned to Optimus. "Optimus, look, I want to say-"
"Not right now, Elita," Optimus responded. "I have to discuss matters with Ultra Magnus."
Meanwhile, B-127 was traveling to the exist when another Autobot stopped in front of him. The Autobot was armed. This one looked like he transformed into a mobile battle station. The Autobot had a white body and arms with blue legs. The bot's helmet was blue with a blue visor and grey face plate.
"So," the new comer said. "You're the Energon scavenger who Prime tried to recruit."
"News travels fast, doesn't it," B-127 responded. "And yes, I don't particular feel like joining the Autobot crusade."
"You may feel like that, but there's so much more you don't know. What we strive for is peace and freedom for all Cybertronians. Megatron and his Decepticons only want power for themselves."
"Listen…I'm sorry, what's your name," B-127 asked.
"It's Cog."
"Okay, Cog. When was your creation date."
Cog paused to think about that. "Fifth Cycle, 1021."
"Okay, I see," B-127 said. "You're a war-born. That means you never knew about the Senate and the Functionalists. About how bots like treated like scum just because of their alt-mode. Where more and more Cybertonians were born with designations rather than names. Where that symbol," B-127 pointed at the Autobot symbol, "Meant that I had to watch my step or I would be my rear bumper handed to me by some irritated guard. You think the Decepticons wanted to revolt for fun? They had a very good reason. I don't agree with what they become now, but I know better than to side with the those who wear the face of my oppressors."
Cog looked stunned, especially for someone with no individual optics or mouth. However, he steeled himself, retorting, "The Autobots of today aren't like that. I'm sorry to hear that, but I know that Optimus truly stands for what he says. When we win, everyone on Cybertron will be free. You'll see."
B-127 jostled Cog away and said, "You better believe that. Because if that Prime gets into power, and he does the exact same scrap as all the others, I hope you won't be there to get your spark ripped out."
Cog just stood there as B-127 transformed and drove away. Cog sighed and said, "Prime's different. I know it. And I hope you will see it too."
Ta-da! First chapter done. If this isn't obvious, this is my personal retelling of Netflix's War For Cybertron Trilogy, first starting with Siege and making our way for the other two sublines. As you can tell, things are different from the show and here, and I would like to know what are your thoughts about them.
For my opinion of the show, it's good. Not the worst. Trust me, there are worst pieces of Transformer media you can consume. However, it isn't all that great. From toy to show, the models are great. However, the faces kind of lack expression. And for some reason, Megatron always looks like he's got duck lips due to his model. The voice acting isn't that great; it tries to be too serious and it doesn't always stick the landing. The 6-episode limit really crunches the story and doesn't let certain characters breathe. Overall, if you're a casual fan with a Netflix account, I'd say go watch it. But if you're a longtime fan, then you can just play Fall of Cybertron for the same story, but better.
Anyway, I just want to say, don't expect frequent updates for this. These take a fair bit of time for me to make. If you like my style, and if you're looking for something similar and/or something with a lighter tone, then I recommend checking out my other stories though my page.
Anyway, that's all I got. See ya next time!