1 Transformers: TransWarp
Episode I
"Recovery"
By God Fire Convoy
It was a cool night on the mechanical world of Cybertron. The streets were bustling and busy as usual, street merchants trying to pawn off energon and parts at the usual shops. But amidst the bustling of a thriving race, a very important meeting was being held in the world's capital of Iacon. 11 robots sit at a rounded table, much like the Knights of King Arthur, awaiting the Councils leader, Optimus Prime, to begin the session.
"My fellow Cybertronians, we are gathered here tonight to make history. In light of our history of grueling battles between the Decepticons and Predacons, lasting millions of years at a time, I call you here to end that bleak history, and proceed with the future."
The honorable council members, Rodimus Prime, Grimlock, Kup, Optimus Primal, Cheetor, Liger Maximo, Thundercracker, and Octane, all sit around the table, their attention towards Optimus Prime, along with the Cybertronian Naval Force Admiral, Magnum Convoy and the Decepticon Covert Navy Admiral, Xero.
"Tonight, the Autobot and Maximal Council members agree to make peace with our long time enemies, the Decepticons."
Optimus Prime held up a small datapad.
"With each of your signatures, we will make this dream a reality. And create a better Cybertron, and a better universe as well."
Optimus sat down and picked up a pen, signing his name before passing it around the table. Each of the council members, including Magnum Convoy sign it. But when it reaches Xero's hands he pauses. For a moment it seemed as if time was at a standstill, everyone's attention directed at the cool, dark Decepticon. After a moment's slight hesitation, Xero completed the circle and passed it back to Optimus Prime.
Optimus pressed a button on his right arm console and container opened. He slid the datapad inside, copying it, and storing it for later references.
Optimus Prime's optics glow happily as he stands once again and looks at the others.
"And now my friends, we have made history. With your signatures you have confirmed the beginnings of a new era."
A holographic image displayed in the center of the table, with some Cybertronian text reading "The Nepax Alliance."
All the members around the table stood and began to clap in rejoice. Optimus nodded his head as everybody then took their seat.
"Our first assignment in our new alliance has now completed. Peace has been achieved and now we must continue with our plans of universal exploration. Since the Beast Wars began with Megatron II stealing the golden disks, we sent out the exploration vessel "Axalon" to pursue. Since then our Science Department has halted its "Operation: Exploration." We plan to continue that. Admiral Magnum Convoy informs me that our newest vessel, the "Axalon II" is fully operational and is ready for launch. All that is needed is a crew. Since the Nepax Alliance has been forged we now welcome any members of the Decepticon Covert Navy to join the Cybertronain Naval Force in this event. Captain Rattrap is our first choice to lead the mission and has volunteered himself and his crew. All that is needed is the council's approval. Any objections?"
Rodimus Prime peered around the room. His optics stopped at each 'bot as he waited for any kind of response.
Kup's optics flashed for a moment before he stood up to his feet, his hands rested on the table, supporting the large robots weight.
"I fully agree. Capt. Rattrap is perfect for this exploration assignment."
Soon after, the other members of the council stood, nodding their head in favor of the decision.
"Good, then it's decided. I'll inform Rattrap immediately."
Rodimus reached over, pressing the COM button on his chest, opening a link to the spacedock. The COM beeped as Silverbolt stood on the other line.
"Silverbolt here, what's the scoop Rodimus?" Asked the sleek Aerialbot leader.
"The council has agreed to let Rattrap take command of the Axalon. Prep it for launch and begin "Operation: Exploration" immediately."
"Yes sir."
The COM quickly switched off as Rodimus took his seat, nodding to Optimus.
Prime nodded in response as he stood up, addressing his audience one last time.
"Are there any other problems that we need to address here in the council?"
The room fell as silent as the empty reaches of a black hole. Optimus Prime waited a moment or two before stating…
"Very well. You all are dismissed"
Everybody nodded to each other as they stood up and made for the exits. Optimus took a step towards the door before slightly tugging on Magnum Convoy's arm.
"Magnum, I want you to keep your optics on Xero. Even though this alliance has been confirmed you still can never tell with Decepticons. Don't act hostile, just make sure he doesn't cause any trouble."
Magnum Convoy nodded in acknowledgement.
"I'll do just that sir."
Optimus nodded and let him go, walking out beside him, conversing in the halls with him on the way.
The door swiftly closes behind them as the scene switched over to the Iacon Race Track, where Blurr was practicing for the big race next week.
Mirage sat in the pit along with Strider and Nebulos, two high ranked CNF officers.
Mirage chuckled…
"hehehe, boy that Blurr. He sure wants to win that race."
"Yeah" Strider replied.
"Well at least he's burnin' something other than his mouth." Nebulos said jokingly.
The three of them laughed as Blurr pulled in and quickly transformed into his robot mode, turning to face them.
"Whatareyouguystalkingabout? Areyoutalkingaboutme? Comeoniwannaknow, iwanna know!"
Mirage smiled.
"We were just thinking about how I'm going to win the big race next week."
"whatdoyoumeanyou? I'mtheonewho'sgonnawinthebigrace,dontyaknow?"
Strider and Nebulos laughed as the scene slowly faded to Optimus Prime as he walked down the long halls of Iacon to his quarters.
He tapped a few buttons on a nearby control pad, the door opened as swift as a hawk in flight over the evening sky. Optimus walked inside, the door quickly shutting behind him. He walked in over to his Stasis Regeneration Chamber [SRC] and sat down on it.
He leaned over resting his elbows on his knees as he held his head up in his cold blue hands.
"I certainly hope we did the right thing tonight…"
The scene faded to a dark sea of stars. A moment later a gigantic warship uncloaked as we venture on into the bridge where a dark figure sat in the control chair, yelling out commands to the crew.
"Come on you piece of scrap! Get that cloak fixed! How are we supposed to invade Cybertron if they can see us!?!"
Suddenly a pair of Airlock doors opened and a tall, dark, and sharp figure walked out onto the bridge.
"Centro, what do you think you're doing commanding my ship in such a manner?" the dark figure asked.
"um…" The 'bot quickly stood to his feet, nearly falling over the steps as he turned to look at his master.
"..nothing sir. I wasn't doing anything."
The dark figure walked towards his command seat as he pushed Centro aside like a ragdoll, sending him crashing into the wall, several control panels breaking his fall.
He stared out into the viewscreen as it zoomed in on the unsuspecting planet of Cybertron.
"Soon…very soon…Cybertron shall be mine…"
The camera panned to show the dark shadow, his optics began to glare a bright red as he chuckled at the thought…
1.1 To Be Continued…
Episode I
"Recovery"
By God Fire Convoy
It was a cool night on the mechanical world of Cybertron. The streets were bustling and busy as usual, street merchants trying to pawn off energon and parts at the usual shops. But amidst the bustling of a thriving race, a very important meeting was being held in the world's capital of Iacon. 11 robots sit at a rounded table, much like the Knights of King Arthur, awaiting the Councils leader, Optimus Prime, to begin the session.
"My fellow Cybertronians, we are gathered here tonight to make history. In light of our history of grueling battles between the Decepticons and Predacons, lasting millions of years at a time, I call you here to end that bleak history, and proceed with the future."
The honorable council members, Rodimus Prime, Grimlock, Kup, Optimus Primal, Cheetor, Liger Maximo, Thundercracker, and Octane, all sit around the table, their attention towards Optimus Prime, along with the Cybertronian Naval Force Admiral, Magnum Convoy and the Decepticon Covert Navy Admiral, Xero.
"Tonight, the Autobot and Maximal Council members agree to make peace with our long time enemies, the Decepticons."
Optimus Prime held up a small datapad.
"With each of your signatures, we will make this dream a reality. And create a better Cybertron, and a better universe as well."
Optimus sat down and picked up a pen, signing his name before passing it around the table. Each of the council members, including Magnum Convoy sign it. But when it reaches Xero's hands he pauses. For a moment it seemed as if time was at a standstill, everyone's attention directed at the cool, dark Decepticon. After a moment's slight hesitation, Xero completed the circle and passed it back to Optimus Prime.
Optimus pressed a button on his right arm console and container opened. He slid the datapad inside, copying it, and storing it for later references.
Optimus Prime's optics glow happily as he stands once again and looks at the others.
"And now my friends, we have made history. With your signatures you have confirmed the beginnings of a new era."
A holographic image displayed in the center of the table, with some Cybertronian text reading "The Nepax Alliance."
All the members around the table stood and began to clap in rejoice. Optimus nodded his head as everybody then took their seat.
"Our first assignment in our new alliance has now completed. Peace has been achieved and now we must continue with our plans of universal exploration. Since the Beast Wars began with Megatron II stealing the golden disks, we sent out the exploration vessel "Axalon" to pursue. Since then our Science Department has halted its "Operation: Exploration." We plan to continue that. Admiral Magnum Convoy informs me that our newest vessel, the "Axalon II" is fully operational and is ready for launch. All that is needed is a crew. Since the Nepax Alliance has been forged we now welcome any members of the Decepticon Covert Navy to join the Cybertronain Naval Force in this event. Captain Rattrap is our first choice to lead the mission and has volunteered himself and his crew. All that is needed is the council's approval. Any objections?"
Rodimus Prime peered around the room. His optics stopped at each 'bot as he waited for any kind of response.
Kup's optics flashed for a moment before he stood up to his feet, his hands rested on the table, supporting the large robots weight.
"I fully agree. Capt. Rattrap is perfect for this exploration assignment."
Soon after, the other members of the council stood, nodding their head in favor of the decision.
"Good, then it's decided. I'll inform Rattrap immediately."
Rodimus reached over, pressing the COM button on his chest, opening a link to the spacedock. The COM beeped as Silverbolt stood on the other line.
"Silverbolt here, what's the scoop Rodimus?" Asked the sleek Aerialbot leader.
"The council has agreed to let Rattrap take command of the Axalon. Prep it for launch and begin "Operation: Exploration" immediately."
"Yes sir."
The COM quickly switched off as Rodimus took his seat, nodding to Optimus.
Prime nodded in response as he stood up, addressing his audience one last time.
"Are there any other problems that we need to address here in the council?"
The room fell as silent as the empty reaches of a black hole. Optimus Prime waited a moment or two before stating…
"Very well. You all are dismissed"
Everybody nodded to each other as they stood up and made for the exits. Optimus took a step towards the door before slightly tugging on Magnum Convoy's arm.
"Magnum, I want you to keep your optics on Xero. Even though this alliance has been confirmed you still can never tell with Decepticons. Don't act hostile, just make sure he doesn't cause any trouble."
Magnum Convoy nodded in acknowledgement.
"I'll do just that sir."
Optimus nodded and let him go, walking out beside him, conversing in the halls with him on the way.
The door swiftly closes behind them as the scene switched over to the Iacon Race Track, where Blurr was practicing for the big race next week.
Mirage sat in the pit along with Strider and Nebulos, two high ranked CNF officers.
Mirage chuckled…
"hehehe, boy that Blurr. He sure wants to win that race."
"Yeah" Strider replied.
"Well at least he's burnin' something other than his mouth." Nebulos said jokingly.
The three of them laughed as Blurr pulled in and quickly transformed into his robot mode, turning to face them.
"Whatareyouguystalkingabout? Areyoutalkingaboutme? Comeoniwannaknow, iwanna know!"
Mirage smiled.
"We were just thinking about how I'm going to win the big race next week."
"whatdoyoumeanyou? I'mtheonewho'sgonnawinthebigrace,dontyaknow?"
Strider and Nebulos laughed as the scene slowly faded to Optimus Prime as he walked down the long halls of Iacon to his quarters.
He tapped a few buttons on a nearby control pad, the door opened as swift as a hawk in flight over the evening sky. Optimus walked inside, the door quickly shutting behind him. He walked in over to his Stasis Regeneration Chamber [SRC] and sat down on it.
He leaned over resting his elbows on his knees as he held his head up in his cold blue hands.
"I certainly hope we did the right thing tonight…"
The scene faded to a dark sea of stars. A moment later a gigantic warship uncloaked as we venture on into the bridge where a dark figure sat in the control chair, yelling out commands to the crew.
"Come on you piece of scrap! Get that cloak fixed! How are we supposed to invade Cybertron if they can see us!?!"
Suddenly a pair of Airlock doors opened and a tall, dark, and sharp figure walked out onto the bridge.
"Centro, what do you think you're doing commanding my ship in such a manner?" the dark figure asked.
"um…" The 'bot quickly stood to his feet, nearly falling over the steps as he turned to look at his master.
"..nothing sir. I wasn't doing anything."
The dark figure walked towards his command seat as he pushed Centro aside like a ragdoll, sending him crashing into the wall, several control panels breaking his fall.
He stared out into the viewscreen as it zoomed in on the unsuspecting planet of Cybertron.
"Soon…very soon…Cybertron shall be mine…"
The camera panned to show the dark shadow, his optics began to glare a bright red as he chuckled at the thought…
1.1 To Be Continued…