The Wolfbane Chronicles
Part 3: Dark Disillusion
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TF fanfiction
Ok, I'm back…man, writer's block is such a pain…especially when you are trying to write a dramatic, battle filled story line and you can't stop writing romances for some reason.
"Not that we're complaining, LF."
"Nope, not us."
Yes, I know that, Wolf and Life, but, as Albedo mentioned…the Decepticons prefer to keep their emotions hidden, unlike Autobots, such as ourselves. Anyway, I think I've come up with a way to restore things to the path I wanted them to take…as convoluted as they may seem.
"GOOD!"
Shut up, Dark, or I'll have Z make you watch Rainbow Bright for a month.
"I'll be good."
Good man. Now then…I must apologize if I seem a tad…edgy right now, but you would be, too, if it was Spring Break and you couldn't go anywhere, and are landlocked in the same town you were born and raised…the same blasted college town, where nothing interesting ever happens…in a state that almost no one has ever heard of…I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! {tries to relax} I'm ok, I'm ok…I just really need a vacation, but don't have the time or resources. And my only links to the web are closing very early all this week, so I can't even spend time with my usual gang of unusual people. Anyway, instead of venting…let's get on with this story, shall we?
TransFormers belongs to Hasbro/Takara/Sunbow/Marvel Productions, not me. The Trans Misfits belong to Slagpit/LunarFormer Productions.
{the Trans Misfits gather around LF and Slagpit}
"You sure you're ok, man?"
Yes, I'm sure, Wolfbane. Just get on with the show.
"Ok. Dark, that's your cue!"
Scene: corridor to the bridge of the "Enslavement"
{Great…now what? I should have said what I went there to say and gotten it out. Of my system…now, I have no idea what to think…she seems devastated by something…and I have no idea what that is…} Darkbane mused as he tread down the hallway, looking at the floor. Then he raised his head sharply, a stern look on his face. {Nor should I care! She is my subordinate, nothing more! I can't believe I almost fell for that drivel Sparksmasher was spouting! Just because Wolfbane was in love with Lightwing, I would fall in love with this entity…the very notion is laughable! I am a Decepticon! I'm above such emotions as love! I can't let this…distraction interfere with my plans.}
As he reached the door to the control bridge, he was aware of someone behind him. He turned to see who it was, and saw the familiar outline of a winged cat flying toward him. He quickened his pace, and swiftly entered the bridge. He could here Wingwrath transforming outside, land, then slowly walk away down the corridor. {Good. As it should be. She is not needed on the bridge. Now then, to see why we are off course on our way to Cybertron...}
He walked over to the control console, and hit a few keys, trying to figure out what went wrong. "Ok, who decided to try to use this galaxy as a shortcut?"
"That would be Tracking, sire." FlapSnap replied, pointing at the diminutive videocassette 'bot.
"Hey, according to these starcharts, we would have gotten to Cybertron three times faster!" Tracking rebutted, holding up an old star map.
"You fool. These went out of date long long ago! Now we're damaged in a galaxy far away from our own! Darkstorm! Take him to Sparksmasher. Let Smasher know I want him to get…the works."
"Yes, my liege. I live to serve."
"NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT! VID, GET ME OUT OF THIS!"
The large TV 'Con just shrugged weakly, and followed the two other 'Cons out of the room.
"Well, this is not just some petty damage…we need some real repairs here, if we are to make it to Cybertron…FlapSnap, set a course for Coruscant. And notify everyone besides Tracking that they have shoreleave to wreak whatever havok they can while the ship is repaired."
"Yes, sire. Anything else?"
"No, FlapSnap. Now do it before I send you to Smasher as well!"
"Course laid in. I'll go notify everyone in person."
"You do that. But let me notify Wingwrath."
"Any particular reason, milord?"
"NO! Now go!" Darkbane hollered, readying his claw shooters at FlapSnap. The fuzor left, and Darkbane closed his eyes, pointing his head generally in the direction of the main viewscreen. {am I making the right choice here?}
What is going on? Why am I finishing this so soon? Why is this not going as I planned? Why am I fiddling around with the Star Wars Universe? Who knows…
Next time, Part 4: Admonition or Lies?
Part 3: Dark Disillusion
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TF fanfiction
Ok, I'm back…man, writer's block is such a pain…especially when you are trying to write a dramatic, battle filled story line and you can't stop writing romances for some reason.
"Not that we're complaining, LF."
"Nope, not us."
Yes, I know that, Wolf and Life, but, as Albedo mentioned…the Decepticons prefer to keep their emotions hidden, unlike Autobots, such as ourselves. Anyway, I think I've come up with a way to restore things to the path I wanted them to take…as convoluted as they may seem.
"GOOD!"
Shut up, Dark, or I'll have Z make you watch Rainbow Bright for a month.
"I'll be good."
Good man. Now then…I must apologize if I seem a tad…edgy right now, but you would be, too, if it was Spring Break and you couldn't go anywhere, and are landlocked in the same town you were born and raised…the same blasted college town, where nothing interesting ever happens…in a state that almost no one has ever heard of…I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! {tries to relax} I'm ok, I'm ok…I just really need a vacation, but don't have the time or resources. And my only links to the web are closing very early all this week, so I can't even spend time with my usual gang of unusual people. Anyway, instead of venting…let's get on with this story, shall we?
TransFormers belongs to Hasbro/Takara/Sunbow/Marvel Productions, not me. The Trans Misfits belong to Slagpit/LunarFormer Productions.
{the Trans Misfits gather around LF and Slagpit}
"You sure you're ok, man?"
Yes, I'm sure, Wolfbane. Just get on with the show.
"Ok. Dark, that's your cue!"
Scene: corridor to the bridge of the "Enslavement"
{Great…now what? I should have said what I went there to say and gotten it out. Of my system…now, I have no idea what to think…she seems devastated by something…and I have no idea what that is…} Darkbane mused as he tread down the hallway, looking at the floor. Then he raised his head sharply, a stern look on his face. {Nor should I care! She is my subordinate, nothing more! I can't believe I almost fell for that drivel Sparksmasher was spouting! Just because Wolfbane was in love with Lightwing, I would fall in love with this entity…the very notion is laughable! I am a Decepticon! I'm above such emotions as love! I can't let this…distraction interfere with my plans.}
As he reached the door to the control bridge, he was aware of someone behind him. He turned to see who it was, and saw the familiar outline of a winged cat flying toward him. He quickened his pace, and swiftly entered the bridge. He could here Wingwrath transforming outside, land, then slowly walk away down the corridor. {Good. As it should be. She is not needed on the bridge. Now then, to see why we are off course on our way to Cybertron...}
He walked over to the control console, and hit a few keys, trying to figure out what went wrong. "Ok, who decided to try to use this galaxy as a shortcut?"
"That would be Tracking, sire." FlapSnap replied, pointing at the diminutive videocassette 'bot.
"Hey, according to these starcharts, we would have gotten to Cybertron three times faster!" Tracking rebutted, holding up an old star map.
"You fool. These went out of date long long ago! Now we're damaged in a galaxy far away from our own! Darkstorm! Take him to Sparksmasher. Let Smasher know I want him to get…the works."
"Yes, my liege. I live to serve."
"NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT! VID, GET ME OUT OF THIS!"
The large TV 'Con just shrugged weakly, and followed the two other 'Cons out of the room.
"Well, this is not just some petty damage…we need some real repairs here, if we are to make it to Cybertron…FlapSnap, set a course for Coruscant. And notify everyone besides Tracking that they have shoreleave to wreak whatever havok they can while the ship is repaired."
"Yes, sire. Anything else?"
"No, FlapSnap. Now do it before I send you to Smasher as well!"
"Course laid in. I'll go notify everyone in person."
"You do that. But let me notify Wingwrath."
"Any particular reason, milord?"
"NO! Now go!" Darkbane hollered, readying his claw shooters at FlapSnap. The fuzor left, and Darkbane closed his eyes, pointing his head generally in the direction of the main viewscreen. {am I making the right choice here?}
What is going on? Why am I finishing this so soon? Why is this not going as I planned? Why am I fiddling around with the Star Wars Universe? Who knows…
Next time, Part 4: Admonition or Lies?