Transformers: TransWarp
Episode IX
"The Hunted"
Thousands upon thousands of drones marched down the dark streets and walkways of a new war-torn planet called Cybertron. Its inhabitants either captured, killed, or in hiding under the surface. The invasion was working better than the Tyrannicons had hoped.
"There's only a few resistance groups on the surface sir…" reported Dinox to his master and leader. "…but they are proving to be worthy opponents. They're using some type of new weapons called 'Mobile Units.' Their firepower is much greater than we had anticipated. The invasion in this sector of the planet will be progressing much slower than expected." He said grimly.
On the other side of the communications screen sat Dinox's mighty leader, Plasmacron, analyzing the situation with such cool composure, it was a miracle he didn't turn into an ice statue.
"Do what must be done for now Dinox. I'm going down to be on the surface…I have some personal matters I need to attend to."
Plasmacron lightly punched the switch, its clear green glow fading to a white panel, the viewscreen switching off.
Plasmacron turned around and looked over to his second in command, Centro.
"Prep my guards. We're going hunting…" he said with a sinister sparkle in his optics.
Meanwhile, back on Earth, the four Autobots wearily continued their search for the legendary Autobot ship, the Ark.
Speadbreaker switched on his COM-link and opened a transmission to Fire Convoy…
"Man, I've searched this volcanoe three times over and still no sign of that ship! Are you sure this is the right volcanoe?"
"I'm positive Speedbreaker. Now ready your shovels and start digging. It's probably buried underneath all of this sedimentary rock." He responded, starting to feel slightly frustrated over Speedbreaker's endless whining.
"If you say so boss." He brought the conversation to an end, not wanting to press on farther, getting his commander even more frustrated than he already had been.
Fire Convoy turned around and suddenly began to smash into the side of the volcano, tossing boulders aside as he dug furiously for the lost ship.
"The situation on Cybertron is too grim. I couldn't possibly tell the others. The only way to stop this new menace is to find that key…" He said to himself, digging farther and farther into the monstrous side of the volcano.
Deep in the heart of Mount Saint Hilary lies the Autobots hidden ship. Locked away, deep within the bowels of its storage units rested the key. The key to K-Jax 7.
A legend known only to the Autobot High Commanders, like Fire Convoy and Optimus Prime, the key to K-Jax 7 is rumored to be a catalyst for the ultimate weapon. Able to eliminate a whole planet in mere micro-seconds by sending out billions upon billions of ultra-plasmatic shockwaves, literally pulling the planet apart, molecule by molecule.
It was said that this key lie in the belly of the Autobot ship the Ark, this key could either bring ultimate victory, or ultimate death. Something the Autobots plan on using against their new Tyrannicon foes if the odds of winning decrease. Something Optimus Prime dares not to use until necessary, for it would not only rip apart their homeplanet of Cybertron, but all of the survivors who lie hidden inside the planet.
Back on Cybertron, Nebulos maneuvered his Mobile Unit over to Strider's buried L.A.R.A. Kneeling down, the cockpit to the Mobile Unit slowly hissed open. Nebulos stood up and transformed into his hovercraft alternate mode, slowly gliding down the crater created by the two Proton Bombs and Strider's L.A.R.A. trooper.
"Strider…Please say you still function…" He told himself as he transformed into his robot mode, landing on the cold, charred chest. He got on all fours as he carefully crawled over to the cockpit. Once he got to a flat area on the surface of the L.A.R.A. he stood up, aiming his blaster at all four corners of the cockpit's hatch. He anxiously pressed the trigger four times, hitting each corner with pinpoint precision. He took the blaster and set it aside, his fingers gripping the large cockpit door. His optics were wide with anticipation to see if his commander, and friend, was still alive. He tossed the hatch away like a broken shard of glass, reaching into the cockpit, grabbing ahold of Strider's arm.
"Strider?!? Is that you??" He questioned the motionless body.
It took him a few moments to lift the heavy mechanical body as he brought it up, lying him down on his back, inspecting his body for any fatal wounds.
"Strider, wake up ol' buddy." He tugged on his Commander's shoulder, hoping it would be just enough to wake him from his deep unconscious slumber.
Strider's gears could be heard, struggling to come back to life.
He managed to lift his head, his optics glowing faintly as all he saw was a blurry figure looking down on him, and the same painful gleaming of his attackers fighter, coming down for another pass by.
"B…be…behind…" Strider struggled to put words together.
"Behind…behind you." He said, managing to raise his arm to point at the incoming Tyrannicon fighter ship.
Inside of the dark black and green shuttle, its sinister pilot scanned the two mobile units. He cried out in joy as he discovered the kneeling L.A.R.A. to have that mark, the mark of death.
"I have you now..." He hissed as he tapped a few buttons, two pairs of crosshairs lining up over Nebulos' Mobile Unit, giving a few beeping sounds as it confirmed a lock.
"I'll destroy your mode of transportation first, then gut you with with energo-scythe…" His optics flashed with glee as he pressed the small red trigger. Two more proton bombs flickered and glowed in the starry sky like two giant shooting stars on a collision course.
Lowraith pulled up to a high enough altitude as the two bombs hit. The perimeter went from the dark night sky to a white abyss, Nebulos' L.A.R.A. completely disintegrated in the blast.
A moment or two later, the light cleared, returning this section of the planet to its regular dark composure. Lowraith chuckled as he landed his fighter craft not too far behind Nebulos and Strider's position. The cockpit to his fighter hissed as the airlocks were blown, carefully sliding off to the side.
He stood up and watched the two for a moment before, like a lightning bolt, shooting up into the sky.
Strider raised his arm, his optics wide with fright as he watched his enemy rocket up into the sky; his shadow lurking over them, eclipsing Cybertrons nearly burnt out sun. The massive caped figure spread its devilish wings as a green bolt of energy suddenly flashed in the sky, the beam to Lowraiths energo-scythe ignited as gravity did its part to frighten the two Autobots even more. A nano-click later, Lowraith landed a few paces behind them, his large bat-like wings extended to their full span, shining darkness upon his targets. The only thing the two saw was a pair of darkened wings resting upon a shadow, with two gleaming red eyes carefully observing their every breath.
"I always elimate my targets…" the dark figure hissed as he outstretched his empty hand, the blunt fingertips soon turned into sharp needle like blades. He brought his hand high above his head as he cleanly swiped Nebulos across his back. 5 marks were dug into his back, the clean cuts soon began to bubble and turn red. He released an acid. An acid specifically made to slowly and painfully melt its target to nothing but a pool of floating gears.
"Systems repaired." Reported Strider's onboard computer as his optics glowed their strong golden hue.
"I'm afraid our appointments with death will have to be delayed Mr. Reaper..." Strider boldly told the shadowy figure of the Tyrannicon Hunter, Lowraith.
Strider quickly stood to his feet and leapt at Lowraith like a raging lion, drawing his magno-sword from his back, striking down at their attacker.
Lowraith chuckled as he calmly raised his energo-scythe. The two blades collided as sparks flew. Lowraith's chuckle slowly faded to a low growling sound, the beam of his scythe not strong enough to penetrate his opponent's sword.
Lowraith jerked his weapon back towards him, as he took a giant step backwards away from Strider. The beam suddenly disappeared into the darkness as he took half a step forwards, slashing Strider across the chest.
He fell backwards, the double dosage of acid quickly began to do its job as his chest began to bubble, the armor skin slowly peeling off his body. Loud screams of pain suddenly filled the air, like nails being slowly scraped against an earthen chalkboard.
Lowraith laughed as he turned around, the 5 bladed fingers returning to their blunt form as he suddenly disappeared, transforming into his surroundings.
The Knightfall quickly dropped out of transwarp space as it elegantly glided through space, their planet of Cybertron growing as they moved closer.
"Where's Moonbase 1?" Xero asked himself. "Where's Moonbase 2 for that matter?!"
Grimus took a step forward, observing the screen as a burnt portion of Cybertron slowly spun into view.
"The invasion… It has started… We can only hope there are some survivors on that planet we once called home." Grimus said aloud solemnly.
Xero walked up to a control panel as he activated the shipwide COM-link. He spoke into the receiver, "Everyone, this is Admiral Xero. Cybertron is under the attack of an unknown invasion force. Both moonbases are presumed to have been eliminated along with a portion of the planet itself. Scans detect a great amount of battle drones scavenging the planet for survivors. We seem to be the planets only hope of survival, so activate the shields and report to your battlestations. It seems death has finally caught up with us…"
To Be Continued…
Episode IX
"The Hunted"
Thousands upon thousands of drones marched down the dark streets and walkways of a new war-torn planet called Cybertron. Its inhabitants either captured, killed, or in hiding under the surface. The invasion was working better than the Tyrannicons had hoped.
"There's only a few resistance groups on the surface sir…" reported Dinox to his master and leader. "…but they are proving to be worthy opponents. They're using some type of new weapons called 'Mobile Units.' Their firepower is much greater than we had anticipated. The invasion in this sector of the planet will be progressing much slower than expected." He said grimly.
On the other side of the communications screen sat Dinox's mighty leader, Plasmacron, analyzing the situation with such cool composure, it was a miracle he didn't turn into an ice statue.
"Do what must be done for now Dinox. I'm going down to be on the surface…I have some personal matters I need to attend to."
Plasmacron lightly punched the switch, its clear green glow fading to a white panel, the viewscreen switching off.
Plasmacron turned around and looked over to his second in command, Centro.
"Prep my guards. We're going hunting…" he said with a sinister sparkle in his optics.
Meanwhile, back on Earth, the four Autobots wearily continued their search for the legendary Autobot ship, the Ark.
Speadbreaker switched on his COM-link and opened a transmission to Fire Convoy…
"Man, I've searched this volcanoe three times over and still no sign of that ship! Are you sure this is the right volcanoe?"
"I'm positive Speedbreaker. Now ready your shovels and start digging. It's probably buried underneath all of this sedimentary rock." He responded, starting to feel slightly frustrated over Speedbreaker's endless whining.
"If you say so boss." He brought the conversation to an end, not wanting to press on farther, getting his commander even more frustrated than he already had been.
Fire Convoy turned around and suddenly began to smash into the side of the volcano, tossing boulders aside as he dug furiously for the lost ship.
"The situation on Cybertron is too grim. I couldn't possibly tell the others. The only way to stop this new menace is to find that key…" He said to himself, digging farther and farther into the monstrous side of the volcano.
Deep in the heart of Mount Saint Hilary lies the Autobots hidden ship. Locked away, deep within the bowels of its storage units rested the key. The key to K-Jax 7.
A legend known only to the Autobot High Commanders, like Fire Convoy and Optimus Prime, the key to K-Jax 7 is rumored to be a catalyst for the ultimate weapon. Able to eliminate a whole planet in mere micro-seconds by sending out billions upon billions of ultra-plasmatic shockwaves, literally pulling the planet apart, molecule by molecule.
It was said that this key lie in the belly of the Autobot ship the Ark, this key could either bring ultimate victory, or ultimate death. Something the Autobots plan on using against their new Tyrannicon foes if the odds of winning decrease. Something Optimus Prime dares not to use until necessary, for it would not only rip apart their homeplanet of Cybertron, but all of the survivors who lie hidden inside the planet.
Back on Cybertron, Nebulos maneuvered his Mobile Unit over to Strider's buried L.A.R.A. Kneeling down, the cockpit to the Mobile Unit slowly hissed open. Nebulos stood up and transformed into his hovercraft alternate mode, slowly gliding down the crater created by the two Proton Bombs and Strider's L.A.R.A. trooper.
"Strider…Please say you still function…" He told himself as he transformed into his robot mode, landing on the cold, charred chest. He got on all fours as he carefully crawled over to the cockpit. Once he got to a flat area on the surface of the L.A.R.A. he stood up, aiming his blaster at all four corners of the cockpit's hatch. He anxiously pressed the trigger four times, hitting each corner with pinpoint precision. He took the blaster and set it aside, his fingers gripping the large cockpit door. His optics were wide with anticipation to see if his commander, and friend, was still alive. He tossed the hatch away like a broken shard of glass, reaching into the cockpit, grabbing ahold of Strider's arm.
"Strider?!? Is that you??" He questioned the motionless body.
It took him a few moments to lift the heavy mechanical body as he brought it up, lying him down on his back, inspecting his body for any fatal wounds.
"Strider, wake up ol' buddy." He tugged on his Commander's shoulder, hoping it would be just enough to wake him from his deep unconscious slumber.
Strider's gears could be heard, struggling to come back to life.
He managed to lift his head, his optics glowing faintly as all he saw was a blurry figure looking down on him, and the same painful gleaming of his attackers fighter, coming down for another pass by.
"B…be…behind…" Strider struggled to put words together.
"Behind…behind you." He said, managing to raise his arm to point at the incoming Tyrannicon fighter ship.
Inside of the dark black and green shuttle, its sinister pilot scanned the two mobile units. He cried out in joy as he discovered the kneeling L.A.R.A. to have that mark, the mark of death.
"I have you now..." He hissed as he tapped a few buttons, two pairs of crosshairs lining up over Nebulos' Mobile Unit, giving a few beeping sounds as it confirmed a lock.
"I'll destroy your mode of transportation first, then gut you with with energo-scythe…" His optics flashed with glee as he pressed the small red trigger. Two more proton bombs flickered and glowed in the starry sky like two giant shooting stars on a collision course.
Lowraith pulled up to a high enough altitude as the two bombs hit. The perimeter went from the dark night sky to a white abyss, Nebulos' L.A.R.A. completely disintegrated in the blast.
A moment or two later, the light cleared, returning this section of the planet to its regular dark composure. Lowraith chuckled as he landed his fighter craft not too far behind Nebulos and Strider's position. The cockpit to his fighter hissed as the airlocks were blown, carefully sliding off to the side.
He stood up and watched the two for a moment before, like a lightning bolt, shooting up into the sky.
Strider raised his arm, his optics wide with fright as he watched his enemy rocket up into the sky; his shadow lurking over them, eclipsing Cybertrons nearly burnt out sun. The massive caped figure spread its devilish wings as a green bolt of energy suddenly flashed in the sky, the beam to Lowraiths energo-scythe ignited as gravity did its part to frighten the two Autobots even more. A nano-click later, Lowraith landed a few paces behind them, his large bat-like wings extended to their full span, shining darkness upon his targets. The only thing the two saw was a pair of darkened wings resting upon a shadow, with two gleaming red eyes carefully observing their every breath.
"I always elimate my targets…" the dark figure hissed as he outstretched his empty hand, the blunt fingertips soon turned into sharp needle like blades. He brought his hand high above his head as he cleanly swiped Nebulos across his back. 5 marks were dug into his back, the clean cuts soon began to bubble and turn red. He released an acid. An acid specifically made to slowly and painfully melt its target to nothing but a pool of floating gears.
"Systems repaired." Reported Strider's onboard computer as his optics glowed their strong golden hue.
"I'm afraid our appointments with death will have to be delayed Mr. Reaper..." Strider boldly told the shadowy figure of the Tyrannicon Hunter, Lowraith.
Strider quickly stood to his feet and leapt at Lowraith like a raging lion, drawing his magno-sword from his back, striking down at their attacker.
Lowraith chuckled as he calmly raised his energo-scythe. The two blades collided as sparks flew. Lowraith's chuckle slowly faded to a low growling sound, the beam of his scythe not strong enough to penetrate his opponent's sword.
Lowraith jerked his weapon back towards him, as he took a giant step backwards away from Strider. The beam suddenly disappeared into the darkness as he took half a step forwards, slashing Strider across the chest.
He fell backwards, the double dosage of acid quickly began to do its job as his chest began to bubble, the armor skin slowly peeling off his body. Loud screams of pain suddenly filled the air, like nails being slowly scraped against an earthen chalkboard.
Lowraith laughed as he turned around, the 5 bladed fingers returning to their blunt form as he suddenly disappeared, transforming into his surroundings.
The Knightfall quickly dropped out of transwarp space as it elegantly glided through space, their planet of Cybertron growing as they moved closer.
"Where's Moonbase 1?" Xero asked himself. "Where's Moonbase 2 for that matter?!"
Grimus took a step forward, observing the screen as a burnt portion of Cybertron slowly spun into view.
"The invasion… It has started… We can only hope there are some survivors on that planet we once called home." Grimus said aloud solemnly.
Xero walked up to a control panel as he activated the shipwide COM-link. He spoke into the receiver, "Everyone, this is Admiral Xero. Cybertron is under the attack of an unknown invasion force. Both moonbases are presumed to have been eliminated along with a portion of the planet itself. Scans detect a great amount of battle drones scavenging the planet for survivors. We seem to be the planets only hope of survival, so activate the shields and report to your battlestations. It seems death has finally caught up with us…"
To Be Continued…