Wolfbane Chronicles
Part 1: Sinister Revelations
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TransFormers fanfiction
Well, fellow Followers of the Wolf, and you too, Albedo, welcome back. You've all been wondering when I was going to come back to this point, and here we are. Be prepared, though, since this storyline might get a tad heavy on the Decepticon side.
"FINALLY! We're getting the respect we deserve, boys!"
"BOYS?! I resent that remark!"
"Fine, fine, 'we're finally getting the respect we deserve, lady and gentlemen!'"
Quiet, Dark, or I'll ask Z to turn you into something cutesy and put you in the Barney universe.
"NO! NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!"
Oh? How about turning you into a cute angora rabbit with a fixation on Wolfbane?
"Now you're just asking for pain, you lousy robotic city!"
Say…what?
"NOTHING! Nothing…never mind me. I'll just go wait for the corner for you to finish the intro."
Good. Now, when we left the 'Cons, they had just finished bothering Wolfbane and Lifewing, and Sparksmasher had "created" a new Decepticon from the old body of Lightwing and a spare Decepticon spark. Now then, let's see what happens from here on out…
TransFormers are not an original creation. It is owned by Takara, Hasbro, Sunbow, and Marvel Productions. The Trans Misfits (characters only appearing in the Slagpit/LunarFormer productions) are mine, but Darkbane is co-owned by Zaheera, the mighty immortal gold dragon from TRHQ. Oh, and Albe, I warn you, Z loves to torture Decepticons. She particularly loves to drive Darkbane nuts, but has played with Megs on a few occasions, just as a warning.
Scene: The Decepticon Battleship "Enslavement"
"We're nearing the Decepticon fleet, sir," Tracking said, turning slightly from his navigation station to look at his commander.
"Milord, I'm picking up a transmission from the fleet," Darkstorm announced, a tone of worry entering his voice. "Prime security. For you."
{Oh no…} Darkbane thought to himself. {HE's calling…I was afraid of this.} "Feed it through to the office. You have control until I return."
"Understood and done, Lord Darkbane."
Darkbane stood from his command chair and strode to his office. Once inside, he quickly scrambled to hide several ornamental robes he had scattered around the room, and proceded to activate a holo projector on his desk.
"Interrogative: Why do you return? Have you destroyed the one known as Wolfbane?" asked the holo image that hovered over the desk, stareing directly at Darkbane. The visage is slightly blurry, but one can make out a somewhat familiar six sided black shape surrounding one single blinking yellow eye.
"No, master, I fear not. But I need more supplies. I have returned to refuel and restock my ship, and perhaps gain a few more troops…"
"Conclusion: You have failed. You were told not to return here until you had finished your assignment."
"Master, please understand! I've tried to eliminate him! I have! I have no greater goal than to see that good side of me die a long, painful, lingering death! But my men and I have found a way to make Wolfbane into a Decepticon…"
"Hypothesis: You intend to do this instead of follow orders."
"Master, it's in the best interests of the fleet."
"Ultimatum: Go now. Return again without finishing your quest, and your life is thereby forfit."
"As you command…master Shockwave."
The holoprojection faded from view as Darkbane finished his statement. Darkbane stood in his office for a minute, wondering what to do next. Then, there was a knock at the door. "Enter, if you must," Darkbane called back to the door.
"I hate to intrude like this, sir, but I fear that there is a defensive force wall between us and the fleet. If we don't turn around, we will smack into it and be vaporized." A lithe black and brown form entered the room, sauntering up to Darkbane as he continued to stare at the spot where Shockwave's holographic image had just been. The 'bot looked almost like Lightwing had, only with a different paint job. Her feline tail twitched slightly as she walked over to Darkbane. She then opened one of her wings and wrapped it around him. "Is something the matter, sir?"
"What? Oh, no, Wingwrath. Nothing is wrong. Go tell Darkstorm to turn the ship around. We are heading back to Cybertron…or, more precisely, the 3rd moon of our home planet." Darkbane freed himself from the new Decepticon's wing, and walked over to his chair. "I need to think. Please leave immediately."
"Yes, sir." Wingwrath replied, almost scathingly, and marched out of the room. Darkbane watched as she left, and couldn't help but wonder what it was that had attracted Wolfbane to Lightwing in the first place. He had been dealing with this new, "improved" version of Wolfbane's true love for over a week now, and he still could hardly stand having her around. Perhaps it was because she was a fuzor. Perhaps it was because she had been an Autobot. Perhaps it had something to do with the uneasiness he felt in her presence. Maybe it was just knowing that she had had a connection to Wolfbane. He tried to make himself think about something else, like what he was going to do now, since Shockwave, the new High Commander of the Decepticons, had basically just kicked him and his crew out of the Decepticon fleet. Unfortunately, Dark found it hard to concentrate on such matters, as his mind wandered back to his thoughts about Wingwrath.
{Why can't I get her out of my head?} Darkbane asked himself, not expecting an answer.
{Get who out of your head, Dark?} A low, growling voice echoed through the bear-bot's mind.
{What the…WOLF?!}
{That's right, Dark! I decided to open the link this time. Glad I did. Now, who can't you get out of your head?}
{Well, right now, apparently you!}
{Ha! Good one. Hey, you wouldn't, by any chance, know what happened to a certain body last week, would you?}
Darkbane grinned, knowing just what Wolfbane ment, but was glad he knew how to block his memory circuits from his better half. {Sorry, wolfie boy, not a clue what you are talking about. Now, if you don't mind, I have an awful headache, and I'm going to end this.}
{Fine…but I've got my eye on you, you scum.}
{I wouldn't have it any other way, my nemesis.}
Ok, that's it. That's the end of the first chapter of the newest Wolfbane Chronicle. Hope you had fun. (raises personal Energon Forcefield) And, in case Albedo gets any ideas, this field will keep me safe and sound from any attack. See you all next time in Part 2: Can The Heartless Love?
Part 1: Sinister Revelations
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TransFormers fanfiction
Well, fellow Followers of the Wolf, and you too, Albedo, welcome back. You've all been wondering when I was going to come back to this point, and here we are. Be prepared, though, since this storyline might get a tad heavy on the Decepticon side.
"FINALLY! We're getting the respect we deserve, boys!"
"BOYS?! I resent that remark!"
"Fine, fine, 'we're finally getting the respect we deserve, lady and gentlemen!'"
Quiet, Dark, or I'll ask Z to turn you into something cutesy and put you in the Barney universe.
"NO! NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!"
Oh? How about turning you into a cute angora rabbit with a fixation on Wolfbane?
"Now you're just asking for pain, you lousy robotic city!"
Say…what?
"NOTHING! Nothing…never mind me. I'll just go wait for the corner for you to finish the intro."
Good. Now, when we left the 'Cons, they had just finished bothering Wolfbane and Lifewing, and Sparksmasher had "created" a new Decepticon from the old body of Lightwing and a spare Decepticon spark. Now then, let's see what happens from here on out…
TransFormers are not an original creation. It is owned by Takara, Hasbro, Sunbow, and Marvel Productions. The Trans Misfits (characters only appearing in the Slagpit/LunarFormer productions) are mine, but Darkbane is co-owned by Zaheera, the mighty immortal gold dragon from TRHQ. Oh, and Albe, I warn you, Z loves to torture Decepticons. She particularly loves to drive Darkbane nuts, but has played with Megs on a few occasions, just as a warning.
Scene: The Decepticon Battleship "Enslavement"
"We're nearing the Decepticon fleet, sir," Tracking said, turning slightly from his navigation station to look at his commander.
"Milord, I'm picking up a transmission from the fleet," Darkstorm announced, a tone of worry entering his voice. "Prime security. For you."
{Oh no…} Darkbane thought to himself. {HE's calling…I was afraid of this.} "Feed it through to the office. You have control until I return."
"Understood and done, Lord Darkbane."
Darkbane stood from his command chair and strode to his office. Once inside, he quickly scrambled to hide several ornamental robes he had scattered around the room, and proceded to activate a holo projector on his desk.
"Interrogative: Why do you return? Have you destroyed the one known as Wolfbane?" asked the holo image that hovered over the desk, stareing directly at Darkbane. The visage is slightly blurry, but one can make out a somewhat familiar six sided black shape surrounding one single blinking yellow eye.
"No, master, I fear not. But I need more supplies. I have returned to refuel and restock my ship, and perhaps gain a few more troops…"
"Conclusion: You have failed. You were told not to return here until you had finished your assignment."
"Master, please understand! I've tried to eliminate him! I have! I have no greater goal than to see that good side of me die a long, painful, lingering death! But my men and I have found a way to make Wolfbane into a Decepticon…"
"Hypothesis: You intend to do this instead of follow orders."
"Master, it's in the best interests of the fleet."
"Ultimatum: Go now. Return again without finishing your quest, and your life is thereby forfit."
"As you command…master Shockwave."
The holoprojection faded from view as Darkbane finished his statement. Darkbane stood in his office for a minute, wondering what to do next. Then, there was a knock at the door. "Enter, if you must," Darkbane called back to the door.
"I hate to intrude like this, sir, but I fear that there is a defensive force wall between us and the fleet. If we don't turn around, we will smack into it and be vaporized." A lithe black and brown form entered the room, sauntering up to Darkbane as he continued to stare at the spot where Shockwave's holographic image had just been. The 'bot looked almost like Lightwing had, only with a different paint job. Her feline tail twitched slightly as she walked over to Darkbane. She then opened one of her wings and wrapped it around him. "Is something the matter, sir?"
"What? Oh, no, Wingwrath. Nothing is wrong. Go tell Darkstorm to turn the ship around. We are heading back to Cybertron…or, more precisely, the 3rd moon of our home planet." Darkbane freed himself from the new Decepticon's wing, and walked over to his chair. "I need to think. Please leave immediately."
"Yes, sir." Wingwrath replied, almost scathingly, and marched out of the room. Darkbane watched as she left, and couldn't help but wonder what it was that had attracted Wolfbane to Lightwing in the first place. He had been dealing with this new, "improved" version of Wolfbane's true love for over a week now, and he still could hardly stand having her around. Perhaps it was because she was a fuzor. Perhaps it was because she had been an Autobot. Perhaps it had something to do with the uneasiness he felt in her presence. Maybe it was just knowing that she had had a connection to Wolfbane. He tried to make himself think about something else, like what he was going to do now, since Shockwave, the new High Commander of the Decepticons, had basically just kicked him and his crew out of the Decepticon fleet. Unfortunately, Dark found it hard to concentrate on such matters, as his mind wandered back to his thoughts about Wingwrath.
{Why can't I get her out of my head?} Darkbane asked himself, not expecting an answer.
{Get who out of your head, Dark?} A low, growling voice echoed through the bear-bot's mind.
{What the…WOLF?!}
{That's right, Dark! I decided to open the link this time. Glad I did. Now, who can't you get out of your head?}
{Well, right now, apparently you!}
{Ha! Good one. Hey, you wouldn't, by any chance, know what happened to a certain body last week, would you?}
Darkbane grinned, knowing just what Wolfbane ment, but was glad he knew how to block his memory circuits from his better half. {Sorry, wolfie boy, not a clue what you are talking about. Now, if you don't mind, I have an awful headache, and I'm going to end this.}
{Fine…but I've got my eye on you, you scum.}
{I wouldn't have it any other way, my nemesis.}
Ok, that's it. That's the end of the first chapter of the newest Wolfbane Chronicle. Hope you had fun. (raises personal Energon Forcefield) And, in case Albedo gets any ideas, this field will keep me safe and sound from any attack. See you all next time in Part 2: Can The Heartless Love?