The Wolfbane Chronicles
Part 4: Expected Ambush
A TransFormers Fanfic by: LunarFormer
Ok, folks, you know the drill. 99% of the names featured in this story are all mine. Hasbro and Takara get their dues, since they originated the TF series, along with Marvel comics, Sunbow, yadda yadda yadda... I would like to take this opportunity to dedicate this particular entry into the chronicles to my mother, may she rest in peace, since it was 3 years ago on February 15 that she passed on. She was one of the people who really helped me get into the TransFormers universe, and thereby a major inspiration for this storyline. Thank you, Mom. I miss you.
"Aw, how touching. NOW GET ON WITH IT!"
"Shut up, Dark! Can't you see that he's really broken up about this?"
"Do I look like I care? I'm a DECEPTICON! We don't DO compassion and caring, Wolfie Boy!"
"That's it! Right here, right now! You're going DOWN!"
Guys, save it for the story! And now...EXPECTED AMBUSH!
"Jerk"
"Idiot"
GUYS!
"Sorry."
"Sorry."
Scene: An abandoned sector of Cybertron
"Nothing."
Wolfbane stands up on a ledge, overlooking the vacant lot. He scans the horizon, looking for something. A smaller figure shows up right behind him, hands chained together.
"Anything yet, Big Wolf?"
"How many times must I tell you, Lightstorm," Wolfbane snarls, " JUST CALL ME WOLF!" Wolfbane quickly whirls around, but stops when he sees his young charge cowering. "Sorry, Stormer. It's just...you wouldn't understand. But I only go by Wolf. If you must call me anything else, at least refer to me as Commander. Got that?"
Lightstorm slowly stands back up. "Right, Commander!"
"Atta boy." Wolfbane pats Lightstorm on the head, then returns to scanning the horizon. "Where are Darkbane and his team? Shouldn't they be trying to ambush us by now? We've circled Cybertron more times than I can remember, and still not a sign of them."
Lightstorm shrugs. "I don't know, Wolf. I guess phase 2 won't be working this time."
Wolfbane closes his eyes and lowers his head, as if praying. "Nope. I'm not even sensing him anywhere around here. Let's move on."
"Oh, come on! Do we have to, Wolf Ma...I mean, Wolf?"
"Nice save. And yes. We can't stop until we get ambushed and you...or should I say Darkstorm, gets captured."
Scene: the exact opposite side of Cybertron
"Nothing"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NOTHING, FLAPSNAP?!" Darkbane was getting impatient. If they didn't find Wolfbane soon, then their window of opportunity would be closed. He had to find his better half before it was too late. "YOU said that their spark signatures positioned them right here! So," Darkbane reaches over and grabs FlapSnap by the top aperture of his armor, "either your scanners were wrong and they were no where near here..."
"Or?" FlapSnap asked cautiously, knowing what happened last time.
"Or you were WRONG AND THEY HAVE GOTTEN AWAY!"
FlapSnap cowered at his commander's shout. "It wasn't my fault, milord Darkbane!"
"Oh no? Then whose was it?"
FlapSnap feebly points over to a drone hovering just a few inches away.
"You want me to believe that, don't you, FlapSnap? TOO BAD!" With that, Darkbane lifts FlapSnap up over his head, and slams him into a nearby wall repeatedly. Each time, FlapSnap transforms from one mode to another, sometimes an amusing combination of the two. Finally, Darkbane releases him, and he slumps to the ground. As he slumps down, he starts singing the theme to TransFormers: RiD in a rather dazed tone. "Never mind. I'll take care of it myself!" Suddenly, Darkbane vanishes.
Scene: not far from where we left Wolfbane and Lightstorm
"Stop." Wolfbane outstretches an arm, stopping Lightstorm. "He's close. I don't know how he did it, but he's here. You'd best shift into Darkstorm mode."
"Right, Commander." Lightstorm winces, and slowly, his facial and physical features distort. His eyes sink in deeper, mouthplate becomes more pointed, Autobot logos distort to resemble Decepticon shields, and his body bulks up to about twice its mass. "WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING HERE, AUTOBOT! I DEMAND YOU RELEASE ME AT ONCE!"
("Flawless act as usual, Stormer. You'll be a legend in Autobot history yet,") Wolfbane thought, as he listened to his spy's derisive shouts. All of a sudden, down from above, a large black and gray form came crashing down in front of the two `bots.
"Wolf, Wolf, Wolf..." the figure sighed, shaking his head, "the LEAST you could have done was to ATTEMPT to hide from me! Such gall you must have, to go parading about with one of my men in tow."
"Hello, Dark. I expected to see you much sooner. What's the matter, loosing your touch?"
"Tsk tsk, Wolfie boy, you know me better than that! I could track you from halfway across the universe! In fact, I have done just that! But enough about that. Return Darkstorm without incident, and I may be able to help your precious Lightwing."
"Yeah, help her to the grave! Forget it, Dark, I know you all to well to fall for that! I believe it's time for my FLAME TAIL SWORD!" At that, Wolfbane draws the blade he attached to his side, hits a switch, and the blade erupts into flames as he sweeps it up to point at Darkbane's neck.
"Wolf, can the dramatics. I know you won't hurt me right now. We are in Maximal territory. If they find out about this, you would be thrown off of Cybertron. Or worse." Darkbane knocks the blade aside, not even noticing the flames. "You can't win here, Wolf. Maybe some other time. But for now, I will be taking my second in command back now. Good day, my good side!" With a slight nod, Darkbane grabs hold of Darkstorm's shoulder and teleports away.
"Hope I made that convincing enough, Stormer. Good luck and Primus-speed."
Ok, so it's another short log entry, but it's a quality short log entry! Hope you had fun.
Next time, Part 5: A Life's Last Resort
Part 4: Expected Ambush
A TransFormers Fanfic by: LunarFormer
Ok, folks, you know the drill. 99% of the names featured in this story are all mine. Hasbro and Takara get their dues, since they originated the TF series, along with Marvel comics, Sunbow, yadda yadda yadda... I would like to take this opportunity to dedicate this particular entry into the chronicles to my mother, may she rest in peace, since it was 3 years ago on February 15 that she passed on. She was one of the people who really helped me get into the TransFormers universe, and thereby a major inspiration for this storyline. Thank you, Mom. I miss you.
"Aw, how touching. NOW GET ON WITH IT!"
"Shut up, Dark! Can't you see that he's really broken up about this?"
"Do I look like I care? I'm a DECEPTICON! We don't DO compassion and caring, Wolfie Boy!"
"That's it! Right here, right now! You're going DOWN!"
Guys, save it for the story! And now...EXPECTED AMBUSH!
"Jerk"
"Idiot"
GUYS!
"Sorry."
"Sorry."
Scene: An abandoned sector of Cybertron
"Nothing."
Wolfbane stands up on a ledge, overlooking the vacant lot. He scans the horizon, looking for something. A smaller figure shows up right behind him, hands chained together.
"Anything yet, Big Wolf?"
"How many times must I tell you, Lightstorm," Wolfbane snarls, " JUST CALL ME WOLF!" Wolfbane quickly whirls around, but stops when he sees his young charge cowering. "Sorry, Stormer. It's just...you wouldn't understand. But I only go by Wolf. If you must call me anything else, at least refer to me as Commander. Got that?"
Lightstorm slowly stands back up. "Right, Commander!"
"Atta boy." Wolfbane pats Lightstorm on the head, then returns to scanning the horizon. "Where are Darkbane and his team? Shouldn't they be trying to ambush us by now? We've circled Cybertron more times than I can remember, and still not a sign of them."
Lightstorm shrugs. "I don't know, Wolf. I guess phase 2 won't be working this time."
Wolfbane closes his eyes and lowers his head, as if praying. "Nope. I'm not even sensing him anywhere around here. Let's move on."
"Oh, come on! Do we have to, Wolf Ma...I mean, Wolf?"
"Nice save. And yes. We can't stop until we get ambushed and you...or should I say Darkstorm, gets captured."
Scene: the exact opposite side of Cybertron
"Nothing"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NOTHING, FLAPSNAP?!" Darkbane was getting impatient. If they didn't find Wolfbane soon, then their window of opportunity would be closed. He had to find his better half before it was too late. "YOU said that their spark signatures positioned them right here! So," Darkbane reaches over and grabs FlapSnap by the top aperture of his armor, "either your scanners were wrong and they were no where near here..."
"Or?" FlapSnap asked cautiously, knowing what happened last time.
"Or you were WRONG AND THEY HAVE GOTTEN AWAY!"
FlapSnap cowered at his commander's shout. "It wasn't my fault, milord Darkbane!"
"Oh no? Then whose was it?"
FlapSnap feebly points over to a drone hovering just a few inches away.
"You want me to believe that, don't you, FlapSnap? TOO BAD!" With that, Darkbane lifts FlapSnap up over his head, and slams him into a nearby wall repeatedly. Each time, FlapSnap transforms from one mode to another, sometimes an amusing combination of the two. Finally, Darkbane releases him, and he slumps to the ground. As he slumps down, he starts singing the theme to TransFormers: RiD in a rather dazed tone. "Never mind. I'll take care of it myself!" Suddenly, Darkbane vanishes.
Scene: not far from where we left Wolfbane and Lightstorm
"Stop." Wolfbane outstretches an arm, stopping Lightstorm. "He's close. I don't know how he did it, but he's here. You'd best shift into Darkstorm mode."
"Right, Commander." Lightstorm winces, and slowly, his facial and physical features distort. His eyes sink in deeper, mouthplate becomes more pointed, Autobot logos distort to resemble Decepticon shields, and his body bulks up to about twice its mass. "WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING HERE, AUTOBOT! I DEMAND YOU RELEASE ME AT ONCE!"
("Flawless act as usual, Stormer. You'll be a legend in Autobot history yet,") Wolfbane thought, as he listened to his spy's derisive shouts. All of a sudden, down from above, a large black and gray form came crashing down in front of the two `bots.
"Wolf, Wolf, Wolf..." the figure sighed, shaking his head, "the LEAST you could have done was to ATTEMPT to hide from me! Such gall you must have, to go parading about with one of my men in tow."
"Hello, Dark. I expected to see you much sooner. What's the matter, loosing your touch?"
"Tsk tsk, Wolfie boy, you know me better than that! I could track you from halfway across the universe! In fact, I have done just that! But enough about that. Return Darkstorm without incident, and I may be able to help your precious Lightwing."
"Yeah, help her to the grave! Forget it, Dark, I know you all to well to fall for that! I believe it's time for my FLAME TAIL SWORD!" At that, Wolfbane draws the blade he attached to his side, hits a switch, and the blade erupts into flames as he sweeps it up to point at Darkbane's neck.
"Wolf, can the dramatics. I know you won't hurt me right now. We are in Maximal territory. If they find out about this, you would be thrown off of Cybertron. Or worse." Darkbane knocks the blade aside, not even noticing the flames. "You can't win here, Wolf. Maybe some other time. But for now, I will be taking my second in command back now. Good day, my good side!" With a slight nod, Darkbane grabs hold of Darkstorm's shoulder and teleports away.
"Hope I made that convincing enough, Stormer. Good luck and Primus-speed."
Ok, so it's another short log entry, but it's a quality short log entry! Hope you had fun.
Next time, Part 5: A Life's Last Resort