Enter: Wolfbane
A TF Fanfic by: LunarFormer
Author's Note: I am COMPLETELY new at this. I have yet to read all the Trans Formers Fan Fictions out there, and don't know the names that have already been taken. I have been developing these characters for years as, well, parts of my personality, so don't think I'm trying to steel anything from anyone. Wolfbane, Lightwing, Darkbane, Lightstorm/Darkstorm, Howler, Wolfhunter, Optimatt Prime, and all other previously unknown names are totally original in my stories, and any resemblance in name or character are purely coincidental. Hasbro and Takara for obvious reasons, copyright all names taken from the original Trans Formers realitys. So, that being said, I believe it's time we got on with the story, don't you?
{Voice off to the side} "So, can I come out yet?"
No, Wolf, just hang on…[clears throat, cracks knuckles, and sighs] Here goes something…
1.1 Scene: Outside a small rectangular spacecraft. Outer Space.
2 Location: unknown
"Not again…not now! NOT WHEN I'M SO CLOSE!"
The shouts of anguish can be heard from outside the small, one 'bot shuttle, but do no good. The computer guidance system crashes aboard the antique Autobot shuttlecraft, which has sputtered to a halt in an undefined area of space. The pilot had heard the onboard computer announce this one too many times for his liking, and was starting to wonder why he had chosen this clunker to set out on his quest instead of one of the classier, newer models.
"Look, computer!" The pilot snarled, "I don't care HOW old your slaging operating system is! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE WE ARE NOW! So get your motherboard up and running, or I'll blast you a new AIRLOCK!"
Violence cannot help. Without the guidance systems, I cannot operate. So, I suggest you start working on restarting my CPU.
"Sure are cocky for an antique, aren't you?" the pilot quipped, getting quite tired of the craft's uppity primary computer. I always do work better alone… he thought, I should have picked one of the ships with no onboard assistance.
Scene: Inside the craft, slowly panning down the central passageway.
The main corridor of the shuttlecraft wasn't much. On either side, there were computer monitors, which provided readouts in several different alien languages. Some remained locked on a single image, such as one with an image of a yellow and black circle with a pair of opposite facing yellow and black triangles, or one with a strange elongated skull with a pair of turned down horns. One image in particular is constant along the entire hallway: the image of the Autobot insignia. At the end of the hallway, there is the main control deck. Here, there is a long, curved row of control panels facing a single chair, in which we find the rather frustrated pilot. The pilot slightly resembles a large, anthropomorphized wolf, with purple and silver hair, and a line of sharp pointy objects jutting out of the chest. The lupine figure wears a blue, hooded sweat jacket, hood down and open, which has a Maximal insignia emblazoned on it with a red no symbol on top of it. Upon his chest, partially encircled by the pointy adjustments, is the Autobot shield. The figure sits, hunched over in his chair, fingers steepled together in front of his face. His bright orange eyes seem to blaze with fury as he glowers out into the void outside through the main view port. A snarl clearly visible on his silver muzzle, light glinting off his razor sharp teeth.
"You won't escape me THIS time, Dark," he mutters to himself, "because THIS time, I know where you're hiding!"
Well, unless you do something soon, he may very well get away!
"Oh, DO shut up, computer! I'm REALLY getting sick of you!"
Fine then! Switching to manual control.
"Wait a minute here," the pilot, startled, looks up in astonishment. "You mean to tell me that you have a MANUAL CONTROL!? Why did you not tell me about this earlier? We wouldn't be having these problems if you had just done that in the first place!"
2.1.1 I did not tell you because you…
"Don't tell me," the pilot groans, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, "I didn't ask."
2.1.2 You got it, Field Commander Wolfbane!
"FINALLY! Now, you start referring to me by my rightful name and rank! I see you become a lot nicer when you go to manual!"
Well, any other time, questions get to be a bit of a bother, due to the fact that I am constantly working on operating all functions of this ship.
"Remind me to get you an upgrade when we get back to Cybertron. I think you deserve it!"
Thank you, but I don't think any of the more recent upgrades are compatible with my operating system.
"Sorry to hear that. Now then, how do I reactivate the engine…wish I stayed awake during that flight command class."
2.1.3 Engine back online
"Thanks again"
2.1.4 Don't mention it
Wolfbane chuckles a bit. "Ok, I won't. Now here…we…GO!"
Suddenly, the ship starts to move again, slowly gains speed until it disappears from the area.
2.2 Scene: A ruined city on an unknown planet
"WHAT?! HOW IS THAT GOODY GOODY OTHER HALF OF MINE STILL COMING!? I thought the virus I put in that crafts' nav comp would surely stop him!"
The crazed black and gray robot stood agape, screaming to no one in particular at the top of his lungs. On the figure's chest, there is a large, purple Decepticon emblem. His fur is pitch black, while his chest is a metallic gray, save for the emblem. In his hands is a small datapad, which shows the distance between the planetoid and the Autobot shuttlecraft. The figure strokes his chin, deep in thought.
"Well, now how am I supposed to get away from him? He knows I'm here, due to that bumbling idiot, Darkstorm! I knew I should never have hired that fool! So, what to do…what to do…"
A voice chimes in behind him, "I know, Lord Darkbane! I know! Let's GET OUT OF HERE!" A small half bat, half eel flies up beside the brooding Darkbane. On the eel's torso, there is a small Decepticon emblem. "Otherwise, he'll find us for sure!"
Darkbane reaches over and grabs the eel/bat by the throat, an astounding feat, since it's hard to locate the throat of an eel. "WHY would I run from my good side, Flapsnap? I am not a spineless coward, like you!"
Flapsnap, although choking, manages to cough out, "Yes, but at least we would be able to fight him some other time, when we have all our forces, and more supplies! We are running low on Energon, milord!"
Darkbane gives that some thought, then releases Flapsnap. "You have a good point, idiot. I'll let you live despite your impudence this time, my little spy, but next time, you may not be so lucky. Head back to the ship! I'll be there momentarily!"
Quickly, Flapsnap salutes (another astounding feat, since he needs both wings flapping to stay aloft) and flies off in the direction he came.
"First, I think I'll bug my good side for a bit."
2.3 Scene: Back onboard the shuttlecraft
"You know, computer, I think we're making better time with me at the controls than we did with YARG!" Wolfbane stops short in his comment, raises both hands, and grasps his head tightly between them.
{Hello, there, Wolfie Boy! Miss me?} Darkbane's sinister voice drips through Wolfbane's head like maple syrup on a pancake. {You must, since you are chasing after me so persistently. And in an old clunker like that. I thought you had better taste, my dear nemesis}
"FIRST off, I told you, DON'T CALL ME WOLFIE BOY!" Wolfbane shouted, as if Darkbane were in the shuttle with him, even though he knew his dark side was speaking to him telepathically. "Second of all, you KNOW I hate it when you talk through my head! Third, I'm only coming after you to KILL YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
{BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, my dear, dear Wolf. You know I enjoy torturing you. You also know that we cannot kill each other. I know what you are going to do, and you know what I am going to do, and even if we didn't, if I die, you die! So I am not about to let myself be killed, and I know you don't want to die either! So just give it up!}
"Dark, I WILL find a way to kill you! You have made far to many people suffer!"
{Oh, yes. That's right. Did Lightwing ever fully recover from my torture chamber? I would like to know, just for my records.}
"YOU ANIMAL! You KNOW she never was able to recover! She's currently in a STASIS LOCK thanks to you!"
{Oh, right, right, I just found that file. Sorry! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I guess you would be sore at me after doing that to you're girlfriend, wouldn't you? Well, I'm off again. And don't expect to have Darkbane in custody too long. There is no way I'm letting my second in command rot in some MAXIMAL prison base!}
"You actually think I would put someone in a prison run by MAXIMALS?! How weak and stupid do you think I am? Don't answer that. We both know I hate those idiot Maximals! The Autobot code is the only thing that I follow!"
{Sure, whatever. Until our paths cross again, I must say, Auld Viterzein, WOLFIE BOY! FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA}
"DARK! DARK, GET BACK HERE! KRA! NOT AGAIN!" Wolfbane pounds on the control console with both fists, sending various keys flying and smashing one vid screen. He then looks up, furious, and stops the ship. "I lost him again. SLAG!"
Ok, now, I know you are through with your little psychotic episode, so if you wouldn't mind repairing…
"STOW IT, COMPUTER!" Wolfbane barked. "I'm not in the mood. I'll fix it later, when we get back to Cybertron. Then, I have to talk to Lightstorm, before he has to go back undercover as Darkstorm again."
Ok, here, you have your intro to my first TransFormers. Hope you enjoyed it. Now, if you would be so kind as to respond to this, I would be much obliged. And feel free to ask about the possible use of my characters. I'll be sure to write some more to this adventure soon. LunarFormer, over and out!
A TF Fanfic by: LunarFormer
Author's Note: I am COMPLETELY new at this. I have yet to read all the Trans Formers Fan Fictions out there, and don't know the names that have already been taken. I have been developing these characters for years as, well, parts of my personality, so don't think I'm trying to steel anything from anyone. Wolfbane, Lightwing, Darkbane, Lightstorm/Darkstorm, Howler, Wolfhunter, Optimatt Prime, and all other previously unknown names are totally original in my stories, and any resemblance in name or character are purely coincidental. Hasbro and Takara for obvious reasons, copyright all names taken from the original Trans Formers realitys. So, that being said, I believe it's time we got on with the story, don't you?
{Voice off to the side} "So, can I come out yet?"
No, Wolf, just hang on…[clears throat, cracks knuckles, and sighs] Here goes something…
1.1 Scene: Outside a small rectangular spacecraft. Outer Space.
2 Location: unknown
"Not again…not now! NOT WHEN I'M SO CLOSE!"
The shouts of anguish can be heard from outside the small, one 'bot shuttle, but do no good. The computer guidance system crashes aboard the antique Autobot shuttlecraft, which has sputtered to a halt in an undefined area of space. The pilot had heard the onboard computer announce this one too many times for his liking, and was starting to wonder why he had chosen this clunker to set out on his quest instead of one of the classier, newer models.
"Look, computer!" The pilot snarled, "I don't care HOW old your slaging operating system is! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE WE ARE NOW! So get your motherboard up and running, or I'll blast you a new AIRLOCK!"
Violence cannot help. Without the guidance systems, I cannot operate. So, I suggest you start working on restarting my CPU.
"Sure are cocky for an antique, aren't you?" the pilot quipped, getting quite tired of the craft's uppity primary computer. I always do work better alone… he thought, I should have picked one of the ships with no onboard assistance.
Scene: Inside the craft, slowly panning down the central passageway.
The main corridor of the shuttlecraft wasn't much. On either side, there were computer monitors, which provided readouts in several different alien languages. Some remained locked on a single image, such as one with an image of a yellow and black circle with a pair of opposite facing yellow and black triangles, or one with a strange elongated skull with a pair of turned down horns. One image in particular is constant along the entire hallway: the image of the Autobot insignia. At the end of the hallway, there is the main control deck. Here, there is a long, curved row of control panels facing a single chair, in which we find the rather frustrated pilot. The pilot slightly resembles a large, anthropomorphized wolf, with purple and silver hair, and a line of sharp pointy objects jutting out of the chest. The lupine figure wears a blue, hooded sweat jacket, hood down and open, which has a Maximal insignia emblazoned on it with a red no symbol on top of it. Upon his chest, partially encircled by the pointy adjustments, is the Autobot shield. The figure sits, hunched over in his chair, fingers steepled together in front of his face. His bright orange eyes seem to blaze with fury as he glowers out into the void outside through the main view port. A snarl clearly visible on his silver muzzle, light glinting off his razor sharp teeth.
"You won't escape me THIS time, Dark," he mutters to himself, "because THIS time, I know where you're hiding!"
Well, unless you do something soon, he may very well get away!
"Oh, DO shut up, computer! I'm REALLY getting sick of you!"
Fine then! Switching to manual control.
"Wait a minute here," the pilot, startled, looks up in astonishment. "You mean to tell me that you have a MANUAL CONTROL!? Why did you not tell me about this earlier? We wouldn't be having these problems if you had just done that in the first place!"
2.1.1 I did not tell you because you…
"Don't tell me," the pilot groans, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, "I didn't ask."
2.1.2 You got it, Field Commander Wolfbane!
"FINALLY! Now, you start referring to me by my rightful name and rank! I see you become a lot nicer when you go to manual!"
Well, any other time, questions get to be a bit of a bother, due to the fact that I am constantly working on operating all functions of this ship.
"Remind me to get you an upgrade when we get back to Cybertron. I think you deserve it!"
Thank you, but I don't think any of the more recent upgrades are compatible with my operating system.
"Sorry to hear that. Now then, how do I reactivate the engine…wish I stayed awake during that flight command class."
2.1.3 Engine back online
"Thanks again"
2.1.4 Don't mention it
Wolfbane chuckles a bit. "Ok, I won't. Now here…we…GO!"
Suddenly, the ship starts to move again, slowly gains speed until it disappears from the area.
2.2 Scene: A ruined city on an unknown planet
"WHAT?! HOW IS THAT GOODY GOODY OTHER HALF OF MINE STILL COMING!? I thought the virus I put in that crafts' nav comp would surely stop him!"
The crazed black and gray robot stood agape, screaming to no one in particular at the top of his lungs. On the figure's chest, there is a large, purple Decepticon emblem. His fur is pitch black, while his chest is a metallic gray, save for the emblem. In his hands is a small datapad, which shows the distance between the planetoid and the Autobot shuttlecraft. The figure strokes his chin, deep in thought.
"Well, now how am I supposed to get away from him? He knows I'm here, due to that bumbling idiot, Darkstorm! I knew I should never have hired that fool! So, what to do…what to do…"
A voice chimes in behind him, "I know, Lord Darkbane! I know! Let's GET OUT OF HERE!" A small half bat, half eel flies up beside the brooding Darkbane. On the eel's torso, there is a small Decepticon emblem. "Otherwise, he'll find us for sure!"
Darkbane reaches over and grabs the eel/bat by the throat, an astounding feat, since it's hard to locate the throat of an eel. "WHY would I run from my good side, Flapsnap? I am not a spineless coward, like you!"
Flapsnap, although choking, manages to cough out, "Yes, but at least we would be able to fight him some other time, when we have all our forces, and more supplies! We are running low on Energon, milord!"
Darkbane gives that some thought, then releases Flapsnap. "You have a good point, idiot. I'll let you live despite your impudence this time, my little spy, but next time, you may not be so lucky. Head back to the ship! I'll be there momentarily!"
Quickly, Flapsnap salutes (another astounding feat, since he needs both wings flapping to stay aloft) and flies off in the direction he came.
"First, I think I'll bug my good side for a bit."
2.3 Scene: Back onboard the shuttlecraft
"You know, computer, I think we're making better time with me at the controls than we did with YARG!" Wolfbane stops short in his comment, raises both hands, and grasps his head tightly between them.
{Hello, there, Wolfie Boy! Miss me?} Darkbane's sinister voice drips through Wolfbane's head like maple syrup on a pancake. {You must, since you are chasing after me so persistently. And in an old clunker like that. I thought you had better taste, my dear nemesis}
"FIRST off, I told you, DON'T CALL ME WOLFIE BOY!" Wolfbane shouted, as if Darkbane were in the shuttle with him, even though he knew his dark side was speaking to him telepathically. "Second of all, you KNOW I hate it when you talk through my head! Third, I'm only coming after you to KILL YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
{BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, my dear, dear Wolf. You know I enjoy torturing you. You also know that we cannot kill each other. I know what you are going to do, and you know what I am going to do, and even if we didn't, if I die, you die! So I am not about to let myself be killed, and I know you don't want to die either! So just give it up!}
"Dark, I WILL find a way to kill you! You have made far to many people suffer!"
{Oh, yes. That's right. Did Lightwing ever fully recover from my torture chamber? I would like to know, just for my records.}
"YOU ANIMAL! You KNOW she never was able to recover! She's currently in a STASIS LOCK thanks to you!"
{Oh, right, right, I just found that file. Sorry! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I guess you would be sore at me after doing that to you're girlfriend, wouldn't you? Well, I'm off again. And don't expect to have Darkbane in custody too long. There is no way I'm letting my second in command rot in some MAXIMAL prison base!}
"You actually think I would put someone in a prison run by MAXIMALS?! How weak and stupid do you think I am? Don't answer that. We both know I hate those idiot Maximals! The Autobot code is the only thing that I follow!"
{Sure, whatever. Until our paths cross again, I must say, Auld Viterzein, WOLFIE BOY! FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA}
"DARK! DARK, GET BACK HERE! KRA! NOT AGAIN!" Wolfbane pounds on the control console with both fists, sending various keys flying and smashing one vid screen. He then looks up, furious, and stops the ship. "I lost him again. SLAG!"
Ok, now, I know you are through with your little psychotic episode, so if you wouldn't mind repairing…
"STOW IT, COMPUTER!" Wolfbane barked. "I'm not in the mood. I'll fix it later, when we get back to Cybertron. Then, I have to talk to Lightstorm, before he has to go back undercover as Darkstorm again."
Ok, here, you have your intro to my first TransFormers. Hope you enjoyed it. Now, if you would be so kind as to respond to this, I would be much obliged. And feel free to ask about the possible use of my characters. I'll be sure to write some more to this adventure soon. LunarFormer, over and out!