The Wolfbane Chronicles
Part 3: This Side Of Oblivion
A LunarFormer/TransFormers fanfic
(Slagpit) In order to keep LF from plugging his possible miniseries, I have taken it upon myself to write the remainder of the openings and closings of this Fanfic set.
"I still say they'd rather hear about my adventures traveling between RPGs…"
(Slagpit) Shut up, LF, or I'll put you in cold storage. Remember what happened to Hot Shot and Overkill?
"They were on the Super Team, before you disbanded it, weren't they?"
(Slagpit) Yes.
"Oh…OH! HEY, YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME! I'VE DONE TOO MUCH FOR YOU FOR YOU TO DO THAT TO ME!"
(Slagpit) Keep it up, and I might even do an Oak Leafdale and Mine Deepshaft story first.
"Dungeons & Dragons?! You gotta be kiddin' me! I don't think we can write one of those successfully yet!"
"Hi, LF, what's up?"
"Yeah, what are you doing?"
"OAK? MINE? What are you doin' here?"
"Bossman Slagpit called us here…or at least he called me. I don't know why he called Mr. Battlefrenzy here."
"Oh, can it, you greedy disgrace for an elf!"
"Make me, short stuff!"
(Slagpit) OAK! MINE! STOP FIGHTING! I called you here to keep LF from plugging himself. With you here, he knows that I am NOT making an idle threat about maybe writing a story for you guys instead of for him!
"Oh…is that all? How much you gonna pay me to stick around?"
(Slagpit) I promise I won't let Mine cleave your head off as he's getting ready to do right now…
"What? WHOA! MINE, YOU RAT!"
"Never turn your back on an angry Dwarf, lad."
"Ok, Ok Slagpit, I'll be good…no more plugging myself."
"Yeah, and I'll stick around for free…even though I'd rather be making some money for this."
(Slagpit) Good. That's settled. Now then. TransFormers and all related names do not belong to me, LF, Oak, or anyone other than Hasbro, Takara, Marvel Comics and anyone who happens to have a marketing deal with them. I own LF, Oak Leafdale, Mine Deepshaft, Wolfbane, Lifewing, Optimatt Prime, and anyone else that's been seen so far in the Wolfbane Chronicles but not in the TransFormers Omniverse. Enjoy the show!
Scene: Lifewing's room, Cybertron.
"Don't you DARE do that again!" Lifewing whacked Wolf repeatedly with a pillow as she scolded him for his practical joke. "You KNOW that it was imitating your voice that let Darkbane and his cronies capture me!"
"Ok, ok, I said I deserved that! I'm sorry! I just couldn't resist! You know how much I love a good joke!" Wolfbane tried to hold back laughter as he worked on calming down his rather peeved girlfriend. "Besides, what are the chances that Dark has come back for you again, hmm? Only you, the medical crew, and I know you are activate again. Darkbane probably is still patting himself on the back from ~ahem~ 'retrieving' Darkstorm. I'm sure, if he knew anything about you being active again, I'd have had another one of our psychic conversations, which I hate almost as much as I hate him."
"Good point, hon." Lifewing said, putting down the pillow. Wolfbane then wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her tightly, as she slowly calmed back down. She returned the hug, and then looked him strait in the eyes. "So, are you going to finish the story," she laughed, "or just hold me in your arms for the rest of the night?"
"I dunno…that latter choice sounds awful tempting…"
"WRONG!" Lifewing kicked the pillow into her hand with her extra dexterous foot, and thwacked Wolf's tail with said pillow. "You said you'd finish it."
"Ok, ok, I'll finish the story. Just be careful where you swing that thing! This tail sword of mine, had you accidently activated it, would have set off a fire with that pillow! Now then…mind if I skip ahead, to the days after Optimatt left the Super Team?"
"Fine by me. The team years always were the dullest part of the story anyway."
"Thanks. I thought so, too. So, after leaving the Team…"
Scene: Autobot Space Bridge, Earth.
"Well, well, if it isn't Optimatt Prime! Haven't seen you around in a dog's age!" The large city-bot said, looking down on the purple armored van. "What brings you here? I wouldn't peg you for a trip to Cybertron. I mean, what business would the Super Team have on the TransFormer's homeworld?"
"Can it, Metroplex." Optimatt Prime was not one to mince words with most other Autobots, having mainly worked with humans and humanoids for his entire operating life. The only Autobots he totally trusted were Wheeljack, who helped build him, and LunarFormer, since the Super Team had constructed him. And, if there was any Autobot he did not want to see, it was Metroplex, who's design was basically the same as LunarFormer, but on a larger scale. "I'm not with the Super Team anymore. Didn't you get the memo? I'm now assigned to Cybertron as a Field Commander by Prime."
"Touchy about that, are we?"
"Prime obviously did this as a way to keep me off planet so there wouldn't be any confusion due to my presence. I mean, he can't allow two Primes on- planet at one time, can he?"
"Hey, I'm not saying anything, but I don't think you should hold that against Optimus. Besides, I think there might be a big fight on Cybertron soon. I haven't seen hide nor hair of the Decepticons lately…"
"So what? I'll probably be stuck behind some desk filling out paper work, while Optimus gets all the glory. So I'm not keeper of THE Matrix. So what? I can lead a fight!"
"Is that so?" a deep voice rumbled behind Optimatt. And, of course, Optimatt recognized it automatically.
"Um…Metro…Prime's right behind me, isn't he?"
"mmmm-hmmmm."
"And you didn't shut me up WHY?"
"Why do you think I told you that you shouldn't hold anything against Optimus?"
"Aw slag…" Optimatt turned and looked up at Prime's face. "Hey there, Prime! Um…whatcha doin' here? I mean, you aren't going to Cybertron yourself, are you?"
"No, I'm not. I'm here to give you a going away present." Prime walked over to where his trailer had popped into subspace. He reached in, grabbed a smallish orb with a connected ring, and pulled it out. He then walked back over to Optimatt. "Optimatt Prime, as you know, in order for any Autobot to truly hold the title of Prime, they must be a Matrix carrier. Now, although I am not about to relinquish the power of the Matrix at this time, especially not to one such as yourself, I will give you this…" He held out the orb, which looked like a small duplicate of the Autobot Leadership/Creation Matrix (it's called both, in the cartoon and the comics.) "…the Autobot Matrix of Friendship, a symbol of the friendship between humans and Autobots."
Optimatt knelt down as this gift was presented to him, slowly reaching out to grab it. Somewhere, deep inside Metroplex, Stan Bush's "The Touch" started playing. Both Primes looked over at the city-bot, confused.
"Oops. Sorry. We couldn't help ourselves. Blaster, get out here and stop playing that song."
Blaster climbed out onto Metroplex's shoulder. "Aw, man, I was just getting' started crankin' out the tunes! I mean, that was so fitting!"
Prime and Optimatt looked at each other and shook their heads. Optimatt took hold of the Friendship Matrix, and clutched it to his chest.
"Arise, Optimatt Prime. You now are truly deserving of your title." Optimus said, looking down at the smaller Prime, who was busy looking for the panel that opened on him to hold such a device.
"What? Oh, yeah, arise…heh heh…I guess I should stand up, shouldn't I?" Optimatt stood up, found the catch, and loaded the mini-Matrix into himself.
Optimus just looked at the small 'bot. "So, you were saying something about probably being stuck doing paperwork while I got all the glory, should the Decepticons attack? Well, then, how about this. Should the Decepticons attack, I'll let you lead the counter attack. That way, you can't say you were stuck behind some desk filling out paperwork."
"Oh…heh heh…you heard that, didn't you? Well…Ok. I think I can handle that. I mean, Megatron can't be that tough, right?"
"Oh, you think so, do you?"
"Of course not! I mean, how many times have you taken him down?"
"None. We've been too evenly matched."
"Oh."
"Well, I do believe that's your ride…" Prime said, pointing over at the Space Bridge, which started to flash. "I wouldn't want to miss that, if I were you. There are a number of Autobots expecting the arrival of a new Commander there. Give my regaurds to Elita 1, if you see her."
"What? Oh, yeah, whatever. Gotta motor, Prime! See you later!" With that, Optimatt Prime, Field Commander, on assignment to Cybertron, ran at full speed for the gateway to the space bridge, leapt over it, and into the portal just as it opened. Blaster, just for fun, started playing Spectere General's "Nothin's Gonna Stand In Our Way" as the new Prime ran. Optimus heard this, and chuckled.
"Good choice, Blaster."
"Thanks! Any other groovy tunes I can lay on ya?"
"Not now."
"Ok."
Scene: Cybertron, MANY cycles before W.T. (Wolfbane Time.)
"Hello? Anyone? Heeeeeelllllooooooo?" Optimatt shouted out. He had expected at least SOMEONE to welcome him to Cybertron. Even if it was a geek, like Hot Rod. Insteads, he was greeted by nothing. No one had even opened the door to the space bridge yet. "Guys, you can open the doors, now. I'm here!" Nothing. "FINE! I'll just wrench them open WITH MY BARE HANDS!" He waited, seeing if there was a response to that. Nothing still. "Aw…blink this!" He pulled out what looked like the laser cannon he had mounted on top of himself in vehicle mode. "Time to use the old Acid Laser!" He pointed it at the door, and fired. A bright orange beam fired out. Seconds later, after the beam had finished making an arched shape along the door frame, the acid that accompanied the beam began eating the door's seams. Soon, the door fell forward…
…Showing a wrecked welcoming party. Several Autobots were scattered, inactive, around the area, and a banner, which had read "Welcome, Optimatt Prime!" was now in tatters and waving in the breeze.
"What in the name of Primus…" Optimatt said, surveying the scene. He was soon answered by a blast in the back.
"I thought I had killed all the Autobots here!" a low pitched, screechy voice said. "I can't believe I missed one so silly looking!"
"Well, mighty Megatron, maybe you're eyes are finally giving out!" a much higher pitched screechy voice responded.
"Megatron. Somehow I'm not surprised. I don't suppose you'd care to…wait until I turn around to fire again?"
Megatron laughed. "So, you must be the new Prime they were welcoming… you must be if you survived that blast!"
Optimatt took a deep breath, and turned around. He faced…Megatron's waist. He looked up, and saw the Decepticon commander, leering down at him. Just behind Megatron, StarScream stood, his usual smug smile plastered on his face. "So, you must be the all mighty Megatron. Hmmmm. Somehow, I always thought you'd be taller."
"Insolent fool. I should kill you right now! Actually, I don't think I'd want to waste another shot on one such as you. I think I should let StarScream do that."
"StarScream? Don't make me laugh! I could take on a fleet of StarScreams with my eyes closed. Those seekers of his are even more laughable!"
"Filthy Autobot! I'll…I'll!…"
"You'll do NOTHING, StarScream! If this Autobot thinks he's a Prime, I'll let him test that theory. I'll take you on myself, then, Autobot!"
"The name's Optimatt Prime, and it's the last thing you'll learn, Megs!" The headstrong Autobot field commander hollered at Megatron, then whipped out his acid laser. He shot it strait at Megatron's Decepticon emblem. There seemed to be no effect.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! That didn't even hurt, fool!"
"Not until…now, it wouldn't."
"What the…What is this?" Megatron lifted his hand to his chest plate, which had started to melt right where the blast had hit.
"A highly concentrated time release Acid packet, containing some of the most corrosive acids known to man! And THIS!" He put his gun away, and pulled in his hand. From its socket, a green mace made of energy sprang forth. "This is my energon mace!" He lept into the air, smacking Megatron in the side, knocking a few chips out of the hole developing on Megatron's chest.
"Pathetic worm. Is that the best you can do?" Megatron leveled his cannon at Optimatt Prime, firing several times. The smallish Prime was knocked backward, into and through one of the former banner posts. "Fall! FALL!" he yelled, acting as though the command would work on someone not in his own army.
"N-NEVER!" Optimatt bellowed weakly, pulling himself up. "I am Optimatt Prime. I am assigned to Field Commander of Cybertron. I WILL defeat you!"
"You are not Optimus, simpleton. There can only be one true Prime! And you think you, just by calling yourself a Prime, can defeat me? You aren't even a match for me! I am too powerful!"
"One…shall stand…one…shall fall…Megatron…"
"Oh, please…Can't you see? I've already won! Give it up!"
"If I were you, o mighty Megatron, I'd just put him out of his misery right now."
"Good point, StarScream. Any last words, Autobot?"
Finally, Optimatt Prime realized that he was not nearly as great a warrior as he thought. This would be his last fight. He looked at Megatron, looked at the surrounding area, and, without saying a word, activated a radio link to the Ark on Earth.
"Just answer me this, Megatron…how much of Cybertron had you taken before I got here?"
"Why, all of it, of course! Cybertron is OURS!"
"Thanks. Just wanted Prime and the others to hear that."
"What?!"
"I figured you'd have Soundwave jam all standard Autobot transmissions, so I used my own. An Earthen shortwave transmission. You may fire when ready. Just let it be known that my last words were, 'I died for Cybertron'"
Megatron laughed. "Very well then. At least you know how to die with some dignity and honor. Farewell, Prime pretender!" And, with that, Megatron transformed, and allowed StarScream to fire off the last shot, blasting Optimatt Prime into nothingness. Where the would be field commander once stood, was now a pile of rubble, topped with a small duplicate of the Matrix.
(Slagpit) And thus we have the end of Optimatt Prime. Yup, end of chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Be back next time, when we find out just what OMP's connection to Wolfbane is, in Part 4: The Wolf Shall Rise Again. Till then, this is Slagpit, saying Transform and roll out!
Part 3: This Side Of Oblivion
A LunarFormer/TransFormers fanfic
(Slagpit) In order to keep LF from plugging his possible miniseries, I have taken it upon myself to write the remainder of the openings and closings of this Fanfic set.
"I still say they'd rather hear about my adventures traveling between RPGs…"
(Slagpit) Shut up, LF, or I'll put you in cold storage. Remember what happened to Hot Shot and Overkill?
"They were on the Super Team, before you disbanded it, weren't they?"
(Slagpit) Yes.
"Oh…OH! HEY, YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME! I'VE DONE TOO MUCH FOR YOU FOR YOU TO DO THAT TO ME!"
(Slagpit) Keep it up, and I might even do an Oak Leafdale and Mine Deepshaft story first.
"Dungeons & Dragons?! You gotta be kiddin' me! I don't think we can write one of those successfully yet!"
"Hi, LF, what's up?"
"Yeah, what are you doing?"
"OAK? MINE? What are you doin' here?"
"Bossman Slagpit called us here…or at least he called me. I don't know why he called Mr. Battlefrenzy here."
"Oh, can it, you greedy disgrace for an elf!"
"Make me, short stuff!"
(Slagpit) OAK! MINE! STOP FIGHTING! I called you here to keep LF from plugging himself. With you here, he knows that I am NOT making an idle threat about maybe writing a story for you guys instead of for him!
"Oh…is that all? How much you gonna pay me to stick around?"
(Slagpit) I promise I won't let Mine cleave your head off as he's getting ready to do right now…
"What? WHOA! MINE, YOU RAT!"
"Never turn your back on an angry Dwarf, lad."
"Ok, Ok Slagpit, I'll be good…no more plugging myself."
"Yeah, and I'll stick around for free…even though I'd rather be making some money for this."
(Slagpit) Good. That's settled. Now then. TransFormers and all related names do not belong to me, LF, Oak, or anyone other than Hasbro, Takara, Marvel Comics and anyone who happens to have a marketing deal with them. I own LF, Oak Leafdale, Mine Deepshaft, Wolfbane, Lifewing, Optimatt Prime, and anyone else that's been seen so far in the Wolfbane Chronicles but not in the TransFormers Omniverse. Enjoy the show!
Scene: Lifewing's room, Cybertron.
"Don't you DARE do that again!" Lifewing whacked Wolf repeatedly with a pillow as she scolded him for his practical joke. "You KNOW that it was imitating your voice that let Darkbane and his cronies capture me!"
"Ok, ok, I said I deserved that! I'm sorry! I just couldn't resist! You know how much I love a good joke!" Wolfbane tried to hold back laughter as he worked on calming down his rather peeved girlfriend. "Besides, what are the chances that Dark has come back for you again, hmm? Only you, the medical crew, and I know you are activate again. Darkbane probably is still patting himself on the back from ~ahem~ 'retrieving' Darkstorm. I'm sure, if he knew anything about you being active again, I'd have had another one of our psychic conversations, which I hate almost as much as I hate him."
"Good point, hon." Lifewing said, putting down the pillow. Wolfbane then wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her tightly, as she slowly calmed back down. She returned the hug, and then looked him strait in the eyes. "So, are you going to finish the story," she laughed, "or just hold me in your arms for the rest of the night?"
"I dunno…that latter choice sounds awful tempting…"
"WRONG!" Lifewing kicked the pillow into her hand with her extra dexterous foot, and thwacked Wolf's tail with said pillow. "You said you'd finish it."
"Ok, ok, I'll finish the story. Just be careful where you swing that thing! This tail sword of mine, had you accidently activated it, would have set off a fire with that pillow! Now then…mind if I skip ahead, to the days after Optimatt left the Super Team?"
"Fine by me. The team years always were the dullest part of the story anyway."
"Thanks. I thought so, too. So, after leaving the Team…"
Scene: Autobot Space Bridge, Earth.
"Well, well, if it isn't Optimatt Prime! Haven't seen you around in a dog's age!" The large city-bot said, looking down on the purple armored van. "What brings you here? I wouldn't peg you for a trip to Cybertron. I mean, what business would the Super Team have on the TransFormer's homeworld?"
"Can it, Metroplex." Optimatt Prime was not one to mince words with most other Autobots, having mainly worked with humans and humanoids for his entire operating life. The only Autobots he totally trusted were Wheeljack, who helped build him, and LunarFormer, since the Super Team had constructed him. And, if there was any Autobot he did not want to see, it was Metroplex, who's design was basically the same as LunarFormer, but on a larger scale. "I'm not with the Super Team anymore. Didn't you get the memo? I'm now assigned to Cybertron as a Field Commander by Prime."
"Touchy about that, are we?"
"Prime obviously did this as a way to keep me off planet so there wouldn't be any confusion due to my presence. I mean, he can't allow two Primes on- planet at one time, can he?"
"Hey, I'm not saying anything, but I don't think you should hold that against Optimus. Besides, I think there might be a big fight on Cybertron soon. I haven't seen hide nor hair of the Decepticons lately…"
"So what? I'll probably be stuck behind some desk filling out paper work, while Optimus gets all the glory. So I'm not keeper of THE Matrix. So what? I can lead a fight!"
"Is that so?" a deep voice rumbled behind Optimatt. And, of course, Optimatt recognized it automatically.
"Um…Metro…Prime's right behind me, isn't he?"
"mmmm-hmmmm."
"And you didn't shut me up WHY?"
"Why do you think I told you that you shouldn't hold anything against Optimus?"
"Aw slag…" Optimatt turned and looked up at Prime's face. "Hey there, Prime! Um…whatcha doin' here? I mean, you aren't going to Cybertron yourself, are you?"
"No, I'm not. I'm here to give you a going away present." Prime walked over to where his trailer had popped into subspace. He reached in, grabbed a smallish orb with a connected ring, and pulled it out. He then walked back over to Optimatt. "Optimatt Prime, as you know, in order for any Autobot to truly hold the title of Prime, they must be a Matrix carrier. Now, although I am not about to relinquish the power of the Matrix at this time, especially not to one such as yourself, I will give you this…" He held out the orb, which looked like a small duplicate of the Autobot Leadership/Creation Matrix (it's called both, in the cartoon and the comics.) "…the Autobot Matrix of Friendship, a symbol of the friendship between humans and Autobots."
Optimatt knelt down as this gift was presented to him, slowly reaching out to grab it. Somewhere, deep inside Metroplex, Stan Bush's "The Touch" started playing. Both Primes looked over at the city-bot, confused.
"Oops. Sorry. We couldn't help ourselves. Blaster, get out here and stop playing that song."
Blaster climbed out onto Metroplex's shoulder. "Aw, man, I was just getting' started crankin' out the tunes! I mean, that was so fitting!"
Prime and Optimatt looked at each other and shook their heads. Optimatt took hold of the Friendship Matrix, and clutched it to his chest.
"Arise, Optimatt Prime. You now are truly deserving of your title." Optimus said, looking down at the smaller Prime, who was busy looking for the panel that opened on him to hold such a device.
"What? Oh, yeah, arise…heh heh…I guess I should stand up, shouldn't I?" Optimatt stood up, found the catch, and loaded the mini-Matrix into himself.
Optimus just looked at the small 'bot. "So, you were saying something about probably being stuck doing paperwork while I got all the glory, should the Decepticons attack? Well, then, how about this. Should the Decepticons attack, I'll let you lead the counter attack. That way, you can't say you were stuck behind some desk filling out paperwork."
"Oh…heh heh…you heard that, didn't you? Well…Ok. I think I can handle that. I mean, Megatron can't be that tough, right?"
"Oh, you think so, do you?"
"Of course not! I mean, how many times have you taken him down?"
"None. We've been too evenly matched."
"Oh."
"Well, I do believe that's your ride…" Prime said, pointing over at the Space Bridge, which started to flash. "I wouldn't want to miss that, if I were you. There are a number of Autobots expecting the arrival of a new Commander there. Give my regaurds to Elita 1, if you see her."
"What? Oh, yeah, whatever. Gotta motor, Prime! See you later!" With that, Optimatt Prime, Field Commander, on assignment to Cybertron, ran at full speed for the gateway to the space bridge, leapt over it, and into the portal just as it opened. Blaster, just for fun, started playing Spectere General's "Nothin's Gonna Stand In Our Way" as the new Prime ran. Optimus heard this, and chuckled.
"Good choice, Blaster."
"Thanks! Any other groovy tunes I can lay on ya?"
"Not now."
"Ok."
Scene: Cybertron, MANY cycles before W.T. (Wolfbane Time.)
"Hello? Anyone? Heeeeeelllllooooooo?" Optimatt shouted out. He had expected at least SOMEONE to welcome him to Cybertron. Even if it was a geek, like Hot Rod. Insteads, he was greeted by nothing. No one had even opened the door to the space bridge yet. "Guys, you can open the doors, now. I'm here!" Nothing. "FINE! I'll just wrench them open WITH MY BARE HANDS!" He waited, seeing if there was a response to that. Nothing still. "Aw…blink this!" He pulled out what looked like the laser cannon he had mounted on top of himself in vehicle mode. "Time to use the old Acid Laser!" He pointed it at the door, and fired. A bright orange beam fired out. Seconds later, after the beam had finished making an arched shape along the door frame, the acid that accompanied the beam began eating the door's seams. Soon, the door fell forward…
…Showing a wrecked welcoming party. Several Autobots were scattered, inactive, around the area, and a banner, which had read "Welcome, Optimatt Prime!" was now in tatters and waving in the breeze.
"What in the name of Primus…" Optimatt said, surveying the scene. He was soon answered by a blast in the back.
"I thought I had killed all the Autobots here!" a low pitched, screechy voice said. "I can't believe I missed one so silly looking!"
"Well, mighty Megatron, maybe you're eyes are finally giving out!" a much higher pitched screechy voice responded.
"Megatron. Somehow I'm not surprised. I don't suppose you'd care to…wait until I turn around to fire again?"
Megatron laughed. "So, you must be the new Prime they were welcoming… you must be if you survived that blast!"
Optimatt took a deep breath, and turned around. He faced…Megatron's waist. He looked up, and saw the Decepticon commander, leering down at him. Just behind Megatron, StarScream stood, his usual smug smile plastered on his face. "So, you must be the all mighty Megatron. Hmmmm. Somehow, I always thought you'd be taller."
"Insolent fool. I should kill you right now! Actually, I don't think I'd want to waste another shot on one such as you. I think I should let StarScream do that."
"StarScream? Don't make me laugh! I could take on a fleet of StarScreams with my eyes closed. Those seekers of his are even more laughable!"
"Filthy Autobot! I'll…I'll!…"
"You'll do NOTHING, StarScream! If this Autobot thinks he's a Prime, I'll let him test that theory. I'll take you on myself, then, Autobot!"
"The name's Optimatt Prime, and it's the last thing you'll learn, Megs!" The headstrong Autobot field commander hollered at Megatron, then whipped out his acid laser. He shot it strait at Megatron's Decepticon emblem. There seemed to be no effect.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! That didn't even hurt, fool!"
"Not until…now, it wouldn't."
"What the…What is this?" Megatron lifted his hand to his chest plate, which had started to melt right where the blast had hit.
"A highly concentrated time release Acid packet, containing some of the most corrosive acids known to man! And THIS!" He put his gun away, and pulled in his hand. From its socket, a green mace made of energy sprang forth. "This is my energon mace!" He lept into the air, smacking Megatron in the side, knocking a few chips out of the hole developing on Megatron's chest.
"Pathetic worm. Is that the best you can do?" Megatron leveled his cannon at Optimatt Prime, firing several times. The smallish Prime was knocked backward, into and through one of the former banner posts. "Fall! FALL!" he yelled, acting as though the command would work on someone not in his own army.
"N-NEVER!" Optimatt bellowed weakly, pulling himself up. "I am Optimatt Prime. I am assigned to Field Commander of Cybertron. I WILL defeat you!"
"You are not Optimus, simpleton. There can only be one true Prime! And you think you, just by calling yourself a Prime, can defeat me? You aren't even a match for me! I am too powerful!"
"One…shall stand…one…shall fall…Megatron…"
"Oh, please…Can't you see? I've already won! Give it up!"
"If I were you, o mighty Megatron, I'd just put him out of his misery right now."
"Good point, StarScream. Any last words, Autobot?"
Finally, Optimatt Prime realized that he was not nearly as great a warrior as he thought. This would be his last fight. He looked at Megatron, looked at the surrounding area, and, without saying a word, activated a radio link to the Ark on Earth.
"Just answer me this, Megatron…how much of Cybertron had you taken before I got here?"
"Why, all of it, of course! Cybertron is OURS!"
"Thanks. Just wanted Prime and the others to hear that."
"What?!"
"I figured you'd have Soundwave jam all standard Autobot transmissions, so I used my own. An Earthen shortwave transmission. You may fire when ready. Just let it be known that my last words were, 'I died for Cybertron'"
Megatron laughed. "Very well then. At least you know how to die with some dignity and honor. Farewell, Prime pretender!" And, with that, Megatron transformed, and allowed StarScream to fire off the last shot, blasting Optimatt Prime into nothingness. Where the would be field commander once stood, was now a pile of rubble, topped with a small duplicate of the Matrix.
(Slagpit) And thus we have the end of Optimatt Prime. Yup, end of chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Be back next time, when we find out just what OMP's connection to Wolfbane is, in Part 4: The Wolf Shall Rise Again. Till then, this is Slagpit, saying Transform and roll out!