Transformers: TransWarp
Episode VI
1 "Apocalypse"
Written by God Fire Convoy
The Tyrannicon ship, the Prometheus, hummed and whined as its outer cannon ports finished charging, only moments away from destroying both of Cybertron's moons in one blow. Inside, Dinox continued his countdown 'til destruction…"
"7…
6…
5…
4…
3…
2…"
He held his long pointy fingers above the fire button while finishing the countdown, anxious for destruction…
"2…
1…
FIRE!"
Dinox quickly balled his hand up in a fist and slammed it down over the button, the ship took a moment to react as all 7 beam cannon ports flashed, sparkling in the dark sea of stars for only but a moment, before several green laser beams erupted from the ports like a volcano.
All of the beams struck each moonbase simultaneously, they're long green lasers kept a steady bean for at least 10 nanoclicks before they shut off. A moment later smoke and explosions began erupting on the surface of the two moonbases. It looked like a wonderful display of dynamics from the orbiting Tyrannicon warship, but viewers all over Cybertron watched as they saw the two moons be obliterated in front of their own optics. Some fainted and were spark broken, knowing that whatever relations they had with anybody on either of those moons would cease to exist.
On the surface of Moonbase 1, explosions ripped across the landscape like wildfire, terrible screams of pain and death filled the air before suddenly ceasing all at once as the moon was finally destroyed, pieces of the moons floated off into space as chunks fell onto the surface of Cybertron, destroying everything in its path.
Plasmacron and the other Tyrannicons watched the two ex-moons fall off into space and onto Cybertron. He laughed maniacally, as he knew now that at last, he struck fear into the hearts of many as he many years ago.
The scene suddenly fades black as we hear several whirring and clanking noises, a few faint voices as well…
"At long last, the ultimate evil has been born…" one of the scientists said.
"Its hideous!" exclaimed another scientist.
"Its what will turn the tide of this war against the autobots…"
We see from the patient's point of view as his optics slowly begin to open.
"hnn…" He groaned.
"W-where am I?"
"Relax. Nothings going to happen to you."
"Me? Wh-who am I?" The patient asked as he rubbed his head.
"You? You are our future, my friend. You…are Plasmacron." The scientist told him.
"P-plasmacron? Y-your future?" He responded weakly.
"Yes. I-I remember now. I came here for a bodily reconstruction on orders of Quintesson council." He said to himself.
"That's right. And you'll lead us to certain victory." The scientist said as he tapped on a few keys. The platform that Plasmacron laid on moved and stood him up. The scientist pressed another key and the restraints that held Plasmacron up flipped backwards. Plasmacron stumbled to stand up on his feet, shaking his head.
He cleared his mind and stood up straight, towering over the two scientists. His optics flashed as the Quintessons transferred data into his motherboard, gaining a memory, and gaining a future.
His optics flashed red as he stretched his large and sharp bat-like wings spread open at their full length. The two scientists backed away wondering if this massive monster would kill them, he sure looked it to them.
One of the scientists scrambled to open the pair of doors beside them and motioned at Plasmacron.
"Th-th-th-this way out sir.." One of them stuttered.
Plasmacron nodded and strode outside. We suddenly flash to a massive and chaotic battle. Plasmacron flew overhead in his dragon alt. mode, blowing enormous amounts of fire out of his dragonhead, blasting enemies with the beam phasers in his optics. The battle was like a massacre, troops being slaughtered left and right, screams and cries provided the backdrop.
Plasmacron transformed into his robot mode and cowered over a few enemy soldiers, his large dragon wings spread out as he drew his sword. The soldiers turned around and began to scurry. Plasmacron chuckled as he leapt, swinging his massive blade down on top of one of the troops, slicing them in half. He turned around and cut another in half at his waist. He turned his head and raised his free arm, making a claw with his hands, several sharp blades quickly stuck out. He laughed as his hand suddenly shot out, connected to the rest of his arm by a cable, and latched onto the back of the soldiers' head. The blades coming from each of his fingers sliced their way inside as he crushed his head like a tomato. His hand suddenly whipped back, along with the blades in his fingers, as he turned around, slicing another soldiers head clean off of its shoulders. Sparks flew as about 50 soldiers lie dead around him. His deep red optics flashed as he jumped into the air.
The scene quickly faded back to the bridge of the Prometheus as Plasmacron walked up to his communications viewscreen, activating a link with Magnum Convoy and the Council of Elders on Cybertron.
He laughed before starting, "If you're going to plan on making negotiations, I wouldn't hold my breath. I'll rip out each and every one of your processors out by hand, and then my soldiers and I will individually do the same, if not worse, to the inhabitants of your pathetic little planet. Be warned, doomsday has arrived…" He laughed as he cut off transmission.
We go inside the CNF's control center where Magnum and the others stared in awe as they watched the people of their planet scurry in a hopeless panic.
Optimus stepped forward and faced the others.
"Autobots, Maximals, allies, and friends. It seems that we have somewhat of a crisis on our shoulders…" He told them.
"This very well could be the end if we don't do something to stop this character from doing any more damage. So far he's destroyed both moons and the debris tore apart a sixth of this planets surface. He must be stopped at all costs." Optimus said sadly.
Rodimus Prime stepped forward. "We may be going for peace but we still know how to fight. We may have a chance..."
"Even so lad, he's got a warship equipped with powerful beam cannons and primus knows what." Said Kup in response. "We couldn't even try to match their firepower much less their manpower."
Magnum Convoy stepped forward. "I say we devise some kind of battle plan. The CNF has several ships and fighters ready for battle. I'm sure they can put up some sort of fight against that warship."
Optimus nodded. "Do what you think is necessary. You have my approval."
The bunch of them nodded and conferred in agreement as we switch over to a calm sea of stars where the cloaked 'Knightfall' cruiser soared, completely unaware of what's happening back home.
The people on the bridge calmly worked their stations as they cruised through space. Grimus walked through the doors and walked up beside Xero.
"Sir, I have just received a distress call…" He told Xero.
"So?" Xero responded, observing his crew.
"So, it was from Cybertron…" Grimus responded looking over at him.
"Cybertron? What kind of distress call?" Xero turned his head, feeling concerned now.
"One that should never be sent out. An invasion force is orbiting the planet. So far they've destroyed both moons in one blast! Remnants of the moon drifted off into space as some even fell on the planet. I fear this is very serious." Grimus told Xero.
Xero stood silent as he tried to make sense of what Grimus had just told him. "Cybertrons been…been invaded?"
"Yes. I suggest that we turn around and give any assistance we can. It is our homeplanet after all." Grimus said with a solemn look.
"Very well. Helmsman! We have a change of course. Bring us in to transwarp and take us to Cybertron. No questions." Xero commanded.
"Yes sir!" The helmsman responded as he tapped on a few keys, changing the ships course back to Cybertron.
Xero brought up an old archived image of Cybertron and displayed it on the main viewscreen as he and Grimus looked over it sadly, wondering if it'll still be there by the time they get back…
To be continued…
Episode VI
1 "Apocalypse"
Written by God Fire Convoy
The Tyrannicon ship, the Prometheus, hummed and whined as its outer cannon ports finished charging, only moments away from destroying both of Cybertron's moons in one blow. Inside, Dinox continued his countdown 'til destruction…"
"7…
6…
5…
4…
3…
2…"
He held his long pointy fingers above the fire button while finishing the countdown, anxious for destruction…
"2…
1…
FIRE!"
Dinox quickly balled his hand up in a fist and slammed it down over the button, the ship took a moment to react as all 7 beam cannon ports flashed, sparkling in the dark sea of stars for only but a moment, before several green laser beams erupted from the ports like a volcano.
All of the beams struck each moonbase simultaneously, they're long green lasers kept a steady bean for at least 10 nanoclicks before they shut off. A moment later smoke and explosions began erupting on the surface of the two moonbases. It looked like a wonderful display of dynamics from the orbiting Tyrannicon warship, but viewers all over Cybertron watched as they saw the two moons be obliterated in front of their own optics. Some fainted and were spark broken, knowing that whatever relations they had with anybody on either of those moons would cease to exist.
On the surface of Moonbase 1, explosions ripped across the landscape like wildfire, terrible screams of pain and death filled the air before suddenly ceasing all at once as the moon was finally destroyed, pieces of the moons floated off into space as chunks fell onto the surface of Cybertron, destroying everything in its path.
Plasmacron and the other Tyrannicons watched the two ex-moons fall off into space and onto Cybertron. He laughed maniacally, as he knew now that at last, he struck fear into the hearts of many as he many years ago.
The scene suddenly fades black as we hear several whirring and clanking noises, a few faint voices as well…
"At long last, the ultimate evil has been born…" one of the scientists said.
"Its hideous!" exclaimed another scientist.
"Its what will turn the tide of this war against the autobots…"
We see from the patient's point of view as his optics slowly begin to open.
"hnn…" He groaned.
"W-where am I?"
"Relax. Nothings going to happen to you."
"Me? Wh-who am I?" The patient asked as he rubbed his head.
"You? You are our future, my friend. You…are Plasmacron." The scientist told him.
"P-plasmacron? Y-your future?" He responded weakly.
"Yes. I-I remember now. I came here for a bodily reconstruction on orders of Quintesson council." He said to himself.
"That's right. And you'll lead us to certain victory." The scientist said as he tapped on a few keys. The platform that Plasmacron laid on moved and stood him up. The scientist pressed another key and the restraints that held Plasmacron up flipped backwards. Plasmacron stumbled to stand up on his feet, shaking his head.
He cleared his mind and stood up straight, towering over the two scientists. His optics flashed as the Quintessons transferred data into his motherboard, gaining a memory, and gaining a future.
His optics flashed red as he stretched his large and sharp bat-like wings spread open at their full length. The two scientists backed away wondering if this massive monster would kill them, he sure looked it to them.
One of the scientists scrambled to open the pair of doors beside them and motioned at Plasmacron.
"Th-th-th-this way out sir.." One of them stuttered.
Plasmacron nodded and strode outside. We suddenly flash to a massive and chaotic battle. Plasmacron flew overhead in his dragon alt. mode, blowing enormous amounts of fire out of his dragonhead, blasting enemies with the beam phasers in his optics. The battle was like a massacre, troops being slaughtered left and right, screams and cries provided the backdrop.
Plasmacron transformed into his robot mode and cowered over a few enemy soldiers, his large dragon wings spread out as he drew his sword. The soldiers turned around and began to scurry. Plasmacron chuckled as he leapt, swinging his massive blade down on top of one of the troops, slicing them in half. He turned around and cut another in half at his waist. He turned his head and raised his free arm, making a claw with his hands, several sharp blades quickly stuck out. He laughed as his hand suddenly shot out, connected to the rest of his arm by a cable, and latched onto the back of the soldiers' head. The blades coming from each of his fingers sliced their way inside as he crushed his head like a tomato. His hand suddenly whipped back, along with the blades in his fingers, as he turned around, slicing another soldiers head clean off of its shoulders. Sparks flew as about 50 soldiers lie dead around him. His deep red optics flashed as he jumped into the air.
The scene quickly faded back to the bridge of the Prometheus as Plasmacron walked up to his communications viewscreen, activating a link with Magnum Convoy and the Council of Elders on Cybertron.
He laughed before starting, "If you're going to plan on making negotiations, I wouldn't hold my breath. I'll rip out each and every one of your processors out by hand, and then my soldiers and I will individually do the same, if not worse, to the inhabitants of your pathetic little planet. Be warned, doomsday has arrived…" He laughed as he cut off transmission.
We go inside the CNF's control center where Magnum and the others stared in awe as they watched the people of their planet scurry in a hopeless panic.
Optimus stepped forward and faced the others.
"Autobots, Maximals, allies, and friends. It seems that we have somewhat of a crisis on our shoulders…" He told them.
"This very well could be the end if we don't do something to stop this character from doing any more damage. So far he's destroyed both moons and the debris tore apart a sixth of this planets surface. He must be stopped at all costs." Optimus said sadly.
Rodimus Prime stepped forward. "We may be going for peace but we still know how to fight. We may have a chance..."
"Even so lad, he's got a warship equipped with powerful beam cannons and primus knows what." Said Kup in response. "We couldn't even try to match their firepower much less their manpower."
Magnum Convoy stepped forward. "I say we devise some kind of battle plan. The CNF has several ships and fighters ready for battle. I'm sure they can put up some sort of fight against that warship."
Optimus nodded. "Do what you think is necessary. You have my approval."
The bunch of them nodded and conferred in agreement as we switch over to a calm sea of stars where the cloaked 'Knightfall' cruiser soared, completely unaware of what's happening back home.
The people on the bridge calmly worked their stations as they cruised through space. Grimus walked through the doors and walked up beside Xero.
"Sir, I have just received a distress call…" He told Xero.
"So?" Xero responded, observing his crew.
"So, it was from Cybertron…" Grimus responded looking over at him.
"Cybertron? What kind of distress call?" Xero turned his head, feeling concerned now.
"One that should never be sent out. An invasion force is orbiting the planet. So far they've destroyed both moons in one blast! Remnants of the moon drifted off into space as some even fell on the planet. I fear this is very serious." Grimus told Xero.
Xero stood silent as he tried to make sense of what Grimus had just told him. "Cybertrons been…been invaded?"
"Yes. I suggest that we turn around and give any assistance we can. It is our homeplanet after all." Grimus said with a solemn look.
"Very well. Helmsman! We have a change of course. Bring us in to transwarp and take us to Cybertron. No questions." Xero commanded.
"Yes sir!" The helmsman responded as he tapped on a few keys, changing the ships course back to Cybertron.
Xero brought up an old archived image of Cybertron and displayed it on the main viewscreen as he and Grimus looked over it sadly, wondering if it'll still be there by the time they get back…
To be continued…