Transformers: TransWarp
Episode VII
1 "The Prototype"
Written by God Fire Convoy
A few sliding doors hissed open as Optimus Prime slowly walks into the deep conference room filled with the 'AutoMax' council members and several top- notch officials of both the CNF [Cybertronian Naval Force] and the DCN [Decepticon Covert Navy]. A large viewscreen slowly lowered in front of the small crowd as it switched on, showing a live picture of the Tyrannicon Warship that hovered above their heads, several small pods shooting from the ships sides carrying battle drones to the surface of Cybertron.
Commander Strider stepped up on a platform, standing behind a podium as the audience watched the pods swarm out of the warship like wasps from their nests.
"Good afternoon everyone. I am Commander Strider. I'm in charge of the 151st Mobile Attack Division. As you more than likely know, our planet is under siege by a new and mysterious enemy. We've struggled to even try to run scans on their vessel but so far we've only come up empty handed. With the Nepax Alliance in place and the reconstruction of both Navy's, our forces are severely limited. We have but a few ships and a couple squadrons of fighters prepped and ready for battle. But from what we've seen, they wouldn't hold out very long. Now, researchers from both the CNF and the DCN have been working steadily on plans for a way to retaliate. They are called L.A.R.A.'s. Which stands for Land, Air, Recon, & Assault troopers…" He said as he flipped a small switch hidden on the podium. The viewscreen flickered as it showed several blueprints of the new L.A.R.A. troopers.
"So far we only have two weapons slated as defaults. A beam rifle and a beam sword, which makes the L.A.R.A.'s ready for both close combat and long range battles. Eventually it will be more heavily equipped with cannons and other means of defense…" He pressed the switch as the schematics switched over to a 3D rendering of what it will look like.
"As you can see, it has Optimus Prime down in the lower left. That is not a resized image. It is all to scale…"
The crowd of viewers began to chatter amongst themselves as they find out that these aren't just new battle drones, but mobile defense units at least 15 times the size of their leader, Optimus Prime.
"You all may have thought that it was just a new, more heavily armed battle drone did you not? Well the truth is, is that its what we like to call Mobile Defense Units or MD's. MD's are quite simple. Using the newest technology in Virtual Reality known to transformers. What we do is utilize this technology. How it works is quite simple, there is a small sphere held inside the MD's 'gut' area where the pilot will stand. When the system is initiated the MD will do precisely what the pilot does inside the cockpit. The system starts up and displays the surroundings as if you were the MD itself. Your actions are your MD's actions. Of course I could explain further into this new VR system but we do have a planetary crisis on our hands. My point is that we have a test model equipped for battle. Its jetpack is almost complete but the main structure itself is done. So what I'm asking is that we have a test run. With the council's permission I'd like to send this test model, when the jetpack is ready of course, out into the field where the enemy battle drones are. Though if you take on this mission you must be prepared to sacrifice your life. So, any takers?" Strider questioned as more photos and images of the L.A.R.A. were displayed behind him.
The room was silent for a moment before someone finally stood. He saluted to his senior officer, Strider, before announcing his name and rank…
"Weapons specialist Nebulos, sir. I'd like to volunteer for this mission." He said, looking ever so calmly despite the current situation on Cybertron, and the task which lie ahead of himself.
"Nebulos, meet in the conference room for your mission briefing. I just got word that the jetpack has been fully completed and are clamping it to the main structure. You'll be going out immediately." Strider said as he looked the young soldier in the optics, scanning him, wondering why such a young 'bot like himself was so calm. Even Council member Rodimus was shaky about what was going on.
"Perhaps this young one doesn't really understand whats going on…" Strider thought as he excused himself from the podium, Magnum Convoy and Optimus Prime taking his place as they began discussing the situation with everyone, planning evacuation routes and other precautions as we slowly switch to the hangar bay of the Prometheus…
Centro stood in the command module as several more waves of troops were sent down the Cybertron. Centro turned as Plasmacron appeared on a small viewscreen…
"My lord, so far we've deployed 326 small waves of battle drones to the planet surface. How many more should I send? Don't you think you're going a little overboard?" He asked his master.
"I'm only sending down all that is necessary for this invasion…" Plasmacron replied.
"Is all of THIS necessary?"
"The drones will sweep the planet in less than a day, eliminating everything and everyone on the poor planet. Everyone but the council and senior officers. I'll leave the pleasure to you and myself." He chuckled as the screen switched off.
"This is genocide…" Centro muttered to himself, shaking his head as he turned back to typing on the control panels.
Inside one of the small pods, Dinox and a couple other sentient officers discussed their battle tactics…
"Plasmacron wants a complete takeover of this pathetic planet. The only way is to strike at once. We've got enough troops to cover this planet twice over. The attack will begin tonight. Now go and prep your drones, I can smell battle brewing in the air…" Said Dinox.
A few more pods softly landed within the vicinity of the small factory serving the Tyrannicons as their temporary base. A few dozen drones spilling out of the pods and into neat and orderly lines of rows…
Meanwhile, back on Cybertron, Strider prepped Nebulos for his first test run…
"There's a small legion of scout drones on patrol not that far from here, I want you to use this L.A.R.A. to take them out. Both your weapons are online and fully charged. Take 'em out Friend." Strider said as he closed the cockpit.
Nebulos stood inside a dark, spherical chamber for a moment. Suddenly, the giant MD's head moved upwards a little, its massive green optics flashing like giant foglights as all the external cameras switched on. Inside the cockpit, Nebulos stood inside a room now lit up, seeing everything the MD is.
Strider switched on the Auto-COM as contacted Nebulos…
"Now its quite simple, you're on a floor that's much like the humans treadmill invention. You can walk, run, jump and anything else without moving an inch. Go ahead and take a step forwards." Strider added…
Nebulos shrugged and took a step forwards, the MD reacted in seconds as it lifted its massive leg moved and did precisely what Nebulos did.
"So you see, Nebulos. Nowadays, it won't be the machine's fault if someone fails because the MD is doing everything you are. Just keep that in mind. Now hurry up and go!" Strider said as the gigantic hangar doors opened. Nebulos hesitated for a second before taking a few steps forward. He didn't move forward inside but the giant MD had…
"This is amazing! Now, lets go have some fun!" Nebulos chuckled excitedly as he continued to walk. The MD's head turned to look over at the small legion.
"Piece of oil cake! I'll take these guys out in no time!" Gloated Nebulos as he began running. He brought his hand behind him and pulled out a small rifle. The MD did the same but with its own beam rifle. He turned and aimed his beam rifle, achieving a quick lock as he pulled the trigger… The rifle bounced in his hands as a few yellow beams hurdled through the air towards the drones. Fair sized mushroom like explosions clouded the air as some of the drones were destroyed. He rested the rifle on his back as he pulled from his shoulder, his beam sword. He pressed a small button as the edge flickered just before a very long beam of pure energy shot out, sizzling and crackling in its own green light. He kneeled down and drove the beam sword into the small pack of drones, the blade immediately melting their bodies, having no time to fight back. A few more explosions erupted as the MD stood up to its feet, its optics flashing as it confirmed the destruction of the drones…
"This is Nebulos to Strider. I've destroyed the small legion of drones requesting permission to return to the hangar." Nebulos said in the COM link.
"This is Strider here. Destruction of enemy confirmed. You may return to the hangar for a debriefing." Strider responded before cutting off the COM.
Nebulos nodded as he turned around and began to make his way back to the Autobot Hangar. Debris and dust swirling in the air as the gigantic robot took its steps closer to the hangar bay. The surroundings grew silent as the L.A.R.A. MD walked, a moment later the sky began to rumble. A sound like thunder grew as a sparkle in the sky grew bigger.
It was a Tyrannicon fighter unit. Two ports located on its front end flashed like a shooting star as they began to glow the same eerie green that the warship, Prometheus, had before it eliminated both moons.
Inside the cockpit, a fanatical Tyrannicon warrior piloted the fighter closer to Nebulos and his L.A.R.A.
They called him Lowraith. He was known on his homeplanet as the 'Bringer of Death.' He was a ruthless Tyrannicon mercenary. So far he's killed enough victims to fill Moonbase 1. Even the Tyrannicon High Command feared him. All but Plasmacron. He and Plasmacron held some kind special relationship, like brothers would.
The fighter swooped down and flew a few feet above the surface as a 'beep' echoed in the cockpit. He attained a lock.
The fighter suddenly swooped high up into the atmosphere, leveling off there. He brought the nose down as the fighter pierced through the air like a Broken Arrow. The two ports on the front end glistened before two green beams shot out. The beams hurdled though the air, sizzling as they struck the back of the MD.
Nebulos was jerked forward, nearly falling on his face as he turned around to see the small fighter. He re-activated communications with the base…
"Nebulos to base. Do you copy? I am under fighter assault. I'm preparing to retaliate. I might need a little bit of hel.." He was cut off as two more beams struck the mobile units shoulder. He stumbled on his feet as he reached behind him, aiming the beam rifle at the small fighter. He pressed the trigger; several small yellow beams flew through the sky like lightning at the fighter.
Lowraith chuckled as he maneuvered the fighter around all the blasts rather calmly.
He told himself, "This kid is no match for me, even in his mobile unit…"
The fighter swooped down and flew a few yards over the surface. The front laser ports flashed again as another two beams were shot out at the unit's ankles. Sparks and smoke flew off of the heavy armor as the fighter flew around the mobile unit.
Inside, Nebulos struggled to even keep his eye on the fighter as he shot off a few more rounds. All of them missing.
"Blast! He's just way too fast." He muttered.
The fighter turned around and flew towards the units head, two more beams fizzing out of the ports as they made contact.
A small explosion erupted inside the L.A.R.A.'s cockpit as small shards of metal shot out, one of them piercing Nebulos' arm.
"I won't be able to last much longer…" Nebulos told himself regretfully.
The fighter made another pass before slowing down, the tires screeched as they touched the ground. The fighter landed. The cockpit hissed as it slowly slid back. Lowraith stood up, his deep yellow optics flashing as he looked up at the giant mobile unit.
"We'll meet again young one. I'll let you go, for now. But be warned…" He brought a small weapon up and aimed for the units chest. He pulled the trigger. Nothing looked to have been shot out. He lowered his weapon as his optics flashed. A portion of the units chest turning blood red, looking as if it was slashed by a crazed lion.
"…you have my mark…"
To be continued…
Episode VII
1 "The Prototype"
Written by God Fire Convoy
A few sliding doors hissed open as Optimus Prime slowly walks into the deep conference room filled with the 'AutoMax' council members and several top- notch officials of both the CNF [Cybertronian Naval Force] and the DCN [Decepticon Covert Navy]. A large viewscreen slowly lowered in front of the small crowd as it switched on, showing a live picture of the Tyrannicon Warship that hovered above their heads, several small pods shooting from the ships sides carrying battle drones to the surface of Cybertron.
Commander Strider stepped up on a platform, standing behind a podium as the audience watched the pods swarm out of the warship like wasps from their nests.
"Good afternoon everyone. I am Commander Strider. I'm in charge of the 151st Mobile Attack Division. As you more than likely know, our planet is under siege by a new and mysterious enemy. We've struggled to even try to run scans on their vessel but so far we've only come up empty handed. With the Nepax Alliance in place and the reconstruction of both Navy's, our forces are severely limited. We have but a few ships and a couple squadrons of fighters prepped and ready for battle. But from what we've seen, they wouldn't hold out very long. Now, researchers from both the CNF and the DCN have been working steadily on plans for a way to retaliate. They are called L.A.R.A.'s. Which stands for Land, Air, Recon, & Assault troopers…" He said as he flipped a small switch hidden on the podium. The viewscreen flickered as it showed several blueprints of the new L.A.R.A. troopers.
"So far we only have two weapons slated as defaults. A beam rifle and a beam sword, which makes the L.A.R.A.'s ready for both close combat and long range battles. Eventually it will be more heavily equipped with cannons and other means of defense…" He pressed the switch as the schematics switched over to a 3D rendering of what it will look like.
"As you can see, it has Optimus Prime down in the lower left. That is not a resized image. It is all to scale…"
The crowd of viewers began to chatter amongst themselves as they find out that these aren't just new battle drones, but mobile defense units at least 15 times the size of their leader, Optimus Prime.
"You all may have thought that it was just a new, more heavily armed battle drone did you not? Well the truth is, is that its what we like to call Mobile Defense Units or MD's. MD's are quite simple. Using the newest technology in Virtual Reality known to transformers. What we do is utilize this technology. How it works is quite simple, there is a small sphere held inside the MD's 'gut' area where the pilot will stand. When the system is initiated the MD will do precisely what the pilot does inside the cockpit. The system starts up and displays the surroundings as if you were the MD itself. Your actions are your MD's actions. Of course I could explain further into this new VR system but we do have a planetary crisis on our hands. My point is that we have a test model equipped for battle. Its jetpack is almost complete but the main structure itself is done. So what I'm asking is that we have a test run. With the council's permission I'd like to send this test model, when the jetpack is ready of course, out into the field where the enemy battle drones are. Though if you take on this mission you must be prepared to sacrifice your life. So, any takers?" Strider questioned as more photos and images of the L.A.R.A. were displayed behind him.
The room was silent for a moment before someone finally stood. He saluted to his senior officer, Strider, before announcing his name and rank…
"Weapons specialist Nebulos, sir. I'd like to volunteer for this mission." He said, looking ever so calmly despite the current situation on Cybertron, and the task which lie ahead of himself.
"Nebulos, meet in the conference room for your mission briefing. I just got word that the jetpack has been fully completed and are clamping it to the main structure. You'll be going out immediately." Strider said as he looked the young soldier in the optics, scanning him, wondering why such a young 'bot like himself was so calm. Even Council member Rodimus was shaky about what was going on.
"Perhaps this young one doesn't really understand whats going on…" Strider thought as he excused himself from the podium, Magnum Convoy and Optimus Prime taking his place as they began discussing the situation with everyone, planning evacuation routes and other precautions as we slowly switch to the hangar bay of the Prometheus…
Centro stood in the command module as several more waves of troops were sent down the Cybertron. Centro turned as Plasmacron appeared on a small viewscreen…
"My lord, so far we've deployed 326 small waves of battle drones to the planet surface. How many more should I send? Don't you think you're going a little overboard?" He asked his master.
"I'm only sending down all that is necessary for this invasion…" Plasmacron replied.
"Is all of THIS necessary?"
"The drones will sweep the planet in less than a day, eliminating everything and everyone on the poor planet. Everyone but the council and senior officers. I'll leave the pleasure to you and myself." He chuckled as the screen switched off.
"This is genocide…" Centro muttered to himself, shaking his head as he turned back to typing on the control panels.
Inside one of the small pods, Dinox and a couple other sentient officers discussed their battle tactics…
"Plasmacron wants a complete takeover of this pathetic planet. The only way is to strike at once. We've got enough troops to cover this planet twice over. The attack will begin tonight. Now go and prep your drones, I can smell battle brewing in the air…" Said Dinox.
A few more pods softly landed within the vicinity of the small factory serving the Tyrannicons as their temporary base. A few dozen drones spilling out of the pods and into neat and orderly lines of rows…
Meanwhile, back on Cybertron, Strider prepped Nebulos for his first test run…
"There's a small legion of scout drones on patrol not that far from here, I want you to use this L.A.R.A. to take them out. Both your weapons are online and fully charged. Take 'em out Friend." Strider said as he closed the cockpit.
Nebulos stood inside a dark, spherical chamber for a moment. Suddenly, the giant MD's head moved upwards a little, its massive green optics flashing like giant foglights as all the external cameras switched on. Inside the cockpit, Nebulos stood inside a room now lit up, seeing everything the MD is.
Strider switched on the Auto-COM as contacted Nebulos…
"Now its quite simple, you're on a floor that's much like the humans treadmill invention. You can walk, run, jump and anything else without moving an inch. Go ahead and take a step forwards." Strider added…
Nebulos shrugged and took a step forwards, the MD reacted in seconds as it lifted its massive leg moved and did precisely what Nebulos did.
"So you see, Nebulos. Nowadays, it won't be the machine's fault if someone fails because the MD is doing everything you are. Just keep that in mind. Now hurry up and go!" Strider said as the gigantic hangar doors opened. Nebulos hesitated for a second before taking a few steps forward. He didn't move forward inside but the giant MD had…
"This is amazing! Now, lets go have some fun!" Nebulos chuckled excitedly as he continued to walk. The MD's head turned to look over at the small legion.
"Piece of oil cake! I'll take these guys out in no time!" Gloated Nebulos as he began running. He brought his hand behind him and pulled out a small rifle. The MD did the same but with its own beam rifle. He turned and aimed his beam rifle, achieving a quick lock as he pulled the trigger… The rifle bounced in his hands as a few yellow beams hurdled through the air towards the drones. Fair sized mushroom like explosions clouded the air as some of the drones were destroyed. He rested the rifle on his back as he pulled from his shoulder, his beam sword. He pressed a small button as the edge flickered just before a very long beam of pure energy shot out, sizzling and crackling in its own green light. He kneeled down and drove the beam sword into the small pack of drones, the blade immediately melting their bodies, having no time to fight back. A few more explosions erupted as the MD stood up to its feet, its optics flashing as it confirmed the destruction of the drones…
"This is Nebulos to Strider. I've destroyed the small legion of drones requesting permission to return to the hangar." Nebulos said in the COM link.
"This is Strider here. Destruction of enemy confirmed. You may return to the hangar for a debriefing." Strider responded before cutting off the COM.
Nebulos nodded as he turned around and began to make his way back to the Autobot Hangar. Debris and dust swirling in the air as the gigantic robot took its steps closer to the hangar bay. The surroundings grew silent as the L.A.R.A. MD walked, a moment later the sky began to rumble. A sound like thunder grew as a sparkle in the sky grew bigger.
It was a Tyrannicon fighter unit. Two ports located on its front end flashed like a shooting star as they began to glow the same eerie green that the warship, Prometheus, had before it eliminated both moons.
Inside the cockpit, a fanatical Tyrannicon warrior piloted the fighter closer to Nebulos and his L.A.R.A.
They called him Lowraith. He was known on his homeplanet as the 'Bringer of Death.' He was a ruthless Tyrannicon mercenary. So far he's killed enough victims to fill Moonbase 1. Even the Tyrannicon High Command feared him. All but Plasmacron. He and Plasmacron held some kind special relationship, like brothers would.
The fighter swooped down and flew a few feet above the surface as a 'beep' echoed in the cockpit. He attained a lock.
The fighter suddenly swooped high up into the atmosphere, leveling off there. He brought the nose down as the fighter pierced through the air like a Broken Arrow. The two ports on the front end glistened before two green beams shot out. The beams hurdled though the air, sizzling as they struck the back of the MD.
Nebulos was jerked forward, nearly falling on his face as he turned around to see the small fighter. He re-activated communications with the base…
"Nebulos to base. Do you copy? I am under fighter assault. I'm preparing to retaliate. I might need a little bit of hel.." He was cut off as two more beams struck the mobile units shoulder. He stumbled on his feet as he reached behind him, aiming the beam rifle at the small fighter. He pressed the trigger; several small yellow beams flew through the sky like lightning at the fighter.
Lowraith chuckled as he maneuvered the fighter around all the blasts rather calmly.
He told himself, "This kid is no match for me, even in his mobile unit…"
The fighter swooped down and flew a few yards over the surface. The front laser ports flashed again as another two beams were shot out at the unit's ankles. Sparks and smoke flew off of the heavy armor as the fighter flew around the mobile unit.
Inside, Nebulos struggled to even keep his eye on the fighter as he shot off a few more rounds. All of them missing.
"Blast! He's just way too fast." He muttered.
The fighter turned around and flew towards the units head, two more beams fizzing out of the ports as they made contact.
A small explosion erupted inside the L.A.R.A.'s cockpit as small shards of metal shot out, one of them piercing Nebulos' arm.
"I won't be able to last much longer…" Nebulos told himself regretfully.
The fighter made another pass before slowing down, the tires screeched as they touched the ground. The fighter landed. The cockpit hissed as it slowly slid back. Lowraith stood up, his deep yellow optics flashing as he looked up at the giant mobile unit.
"We'll meet again young one. I'll let you go, for now. But be warned…" He brought a small weapon up and aimed for the units chest. He pulled the trigger. Nothing looked to have been shot out. He lowered his weapon as his optics flashed. A portion of the units chest turning blood red, looking as if it was slashed by a crazed lion.
"…you have my mark…"
To be continued…