The Wolfbane Chronicles
Part 4: Strange Findings.
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TF fanfiction
Welcome back to the flagship of SLF Enterprises, THE WOLFBANE CHRONICLES!
(the sounds of the TransMisfits cheering in the background, most notably Wolfbane, can be heard)
Yes, that's right, as per Slagpit's request, I'll be getting things back on track with this series while he's off working on finding the Pokemon crew and setting up a secondary base of operations for them. Let's face it, TransFormers and Pokemon should not be on the same production team.
"Vree."
Yes, Bonsiadouble, I know eevees are still aloud in the studio. That's not my concern. Besides, I like eevees, and you in particular.
"Eeee vree."
Yes, you are a good pet. Now hush. Let's see…Z is due to return Dark in 3…2…1…
"WHAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!"
Welcome back, Dark. Ready for your close up?
(Darkbane, after being dropped through the skylight, stands up and dusts himeslef off.)
"I'm always ready, LF. So, am I on time?"
Just made it. Now then, on to the disclaimer.
TransFormers belongs to companies not affiliated with SLF Enterprises. SLF Enterprises is wholly owned by Slagpit and LunarFormer, and is the sole owner of the TransMisfits Universe. Any use of the TransMisfits without asking myself shall be noted and observed for accuracy to the characters, and commented upon. The Misfits and SLF Enterprises reserve the right to appear in any reviews pen name designate LunarFormer may appear.
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When last we left the story:
"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."
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Scene: A bar somewhere on Coruscant
The bar was one of those found only in the darkest, most unsavory parts of the New Republic's base world. It was of the kind that no man had ever seen and lived to tell the tale. This…was the Droid Bar. Droids and mechs of all kinds met here to recharge on hard, unstable energon. From mouse droids to untamed Zoids, bots of all kinds were permitted. At one table, there was a conversation between a Battle Droid from Star Wars Episode 1 and a Cylon from Battlestar Galactica.
"You… think… you… have… it… rough… aiming? I… have… one… stinkin'… eye… that… is… constantly… sweeping… back… and…fourth," remarked the Cylon.
"At least you have that much. I just have these pits that look like eyes. They aren't even filled with cameras, they are just there for looks. I have to run by sonar," replied the Battle Droid.
"Quit your whining, you sorry excuses of mechs! My leader has but one optic and has the best aim in the universe!" shouted a voice that came over in their direction.
"What… was… that?" the Cylon said, lifting his blaster and pointing it…
…into a familiar purple insignia on the chestplate of a large black and grey form.
"Are your audio receptors on the blink as well, Cylon?" Darkbane quipped as he lifted the drone from it's chair.
"He ment nothing by it, Lord Darkbane. We are all aware of the powers of the Decepticon Empire," the Battle Droid pleaded for his drinking buddy.
Darkbane tossed the Cylon across the room, then looked at the odd looking Droid. "How do you know about the Decepticons? Or my name? We have not come to this part of the universe in many Vorns*!"
Just as he was about to lift the scrawny reject from the Trade Federation, he heard a small voice behind him. "Bede bede bede Don't move a muscle, you. We don't allow troublemakers in here."
"Shut up, Twiki. I think someone at the bar needs a refill."
"Bede bede bede I'm serious, Decepticon. We all know how you 'Cons are. Especially the one that shows up here regularly."
"What ARE you talking about?" Darkbane turned to face the diminutive humanoid bot with a speech impediment. "There are no Decepticons in this sector!"
"Yes, there are, Darkbane," replied a voice from behind the Sub-Commander of the Decepticon battle fleet. "Did you truly think ALL Decepticon exiles went to the same place?"
Darkbane spun back around, knocking Twiki into the table. The table and the battle droid were knocked over from the impact. Much to Darkbane's surprise, there was no one behind him. "WHO SAID THAT? SHOW YOURSELF!" Darkbane shouted, drawing even more attention to himself. Suddenly, he was glad he left Wingwrath to defend the ship. If he had to face someone who had cloaking capabilities, he was glad she wasn't here to watch him be humiliated.
"You won't find me until I want you to find me. Now, be a good 'Con, and leave the bar."
"WHO ARE YOU TO GIVE ME ORDERS?!" Darkbane was getting sick of this voice.
"Someone with a gun to your worthless back, Darkbane. Now move." Darkbane felt a jab in his back right at the base of his spine. He walked out of the bar, and turned down the alley right next to it.
"All right, this is far enough! SHOW YOURSELF!"
"If you insist." Suddenly, three mechanoids appeared in front of the overly proud Decepticon. One was shrouded in a black cloak. Another one was clearly a Decepticon Seeker, but instead of having large triangular wings, his arms were comprised of two six sided solar panels, and had a round body. The third, which had been projecting the cloaking shield, slowly lowered it's dusty moth wings.
"Greatings, Lord Darkbane. We are the Decepticons of Coruscant," said the cloaked one.
"Is that so? And how do I know you are Decepticons? I see noone of the mark here…"
"You desire proof? Very well. Shortrange, reveal your allegience!" ordered the one keeping himself hidden within the darkness of his cloth robes.
"By your command." And with that, the Seeker transformed into a TIE fighter, with Decepticon emblems on his solar wing panels.
"All right…so he's a fellow Decepticon. What of the other two of you?"
"Why should we have to prove ourselves to you, Darkbane? You should be doing the proving to us!" replied the moth-bot.
"Calm yourself, Dustoff," replied the unknown one, placing his hand on his subbordinate's shoulder. "He'll learn soon enough just how dangerous asking questions can be."
"Dangerous? You want dangerous? I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS TO WAYWARD DECEPTICONS THAT REFUSE TO IDENTIFY THEMSELVES! ESPECIALLY TO LORD DARKBANE!" No sooner had Darkbane shouted and began to leap at the unidentified one than a shot from Shortrange hit him in the back, knocking the sparkless warrior unconscious.
"Quickly. Get him inside. I don't want his screams to attract any unwanted attention from the New Republic security force," ordered the one in the cloak. Shortrange transformed back, and aided Dustoff in dragging Darkbane farther down the alley.
Scene: A darkened room.
Darkbane opened his optics, looking around. "Where am I?" he asked, seeing nothing but darkness in all directions.
"In the base." Replied a voice that he had heard not too long ago.
"What do you want?"
"A way off this rock," replied the voice of the still unidentified one
"Whose side are you on?"
"That…would be telling. What I want is to get away from this system and rejoin the offensive against the Autobots!"
"You won't get it unless you tell me who you are and why you brought me here!"
"BY HOOK OR BY CROOK WE WILL!"
"Who are you?"
"Your new number 2."
"Who is number 1?"
"You, if you will let us join with you, me, if you do not."
"And what makes you think you are fit to lead in my stead?"
"Death can change many a thing. Including one's outlook on life."
"What are you talking about?"
Then, a light turned on just in front of Darkbane, illuminating a spot where stood the cloaked figure. "I am one that none presume to exist anymore. That people want to forget. But I still function."
"Who are you?"
"One you should know all too well, Darkbane."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
The figure laughed. "It is time to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, continents and kings."
"Gibberish? You answer my questions with GIBBERISH!? HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME SO!"
"NO! How dare you mock me! You are a mockery of that which comprises you, as is the Autobot you must share a spark with!"
"What? What do you know of Wolfbane and myself?"
"Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul. Yo ho heave ho. There are men whose hearts are as black as coal. Yo ho heave ho."
"WILL YOU JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION? WHO ARE YOU?!"
"ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO KNOW?! The answer could be more than your fragile intellect can handle, Dark."
"I am not scared by your riddles, strange one. REVEAL YOURSELF AND LET ME KNOW WHO I WILL SCRAP WHEN I GET FREE!"
"Very well." And the figure drew back his hood.
"No. NO! IT CANNOT BE! BUT YOU ARE DEAD! I SHOULD KNOW! YOU ARE…"
"Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails. DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES!"
"YOU ARE ME!" Darkbane screamed, fully realizing that he was looking strait into the face of…
"Optimatt Prime, at your service, 'Lord' Darkbane," replied the purple robot that faced Darkbane, his acid laser rifle drawn across his chest.
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What is this? Optimatt Prime, claiming to be a Decepticon? Darkbane confronting that which he and Wolfbane were made from? Find out what's going on in Part 5: Dead Men DO Tell Tales!
Part 4: Strange Findings.
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TF fanfiction
Welcome back to the flagship of SLF Enterprises, THE WOLFBANE CHRONICLES!
(the sounds of the TransMisfits cheering in the background, most notably Wolfbane, can be heard)
Yes, that's right, as per Slagpit's request, I'll be getting things back on track with this series while he's off working on finding the Pokemon crew and setting up a secondary base of operations for them. Let's face it, TransFormers and Pokemon should not be on the same production team.
"Vree."
Yes, Bonsiadouble, I know eevees are still aloud in the studio. That's not my concern. Besides, I like eevees, and you in particular.
"Eeee vree."
Yes, you are a good pet. Now hush. Let's see…Z is due to return Dark in 3…2…1…
"WHAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!"
Welcome back, Dark. Ready for your close up?
(Darkbane, after being dropped through the skylight, stands up and dusts himeslef off.)
"I'm always ready, LF. So, am I on time?"
Just made it. Now then, on to the disclaimer.
TransFormers belongs to companies not affiliated with SLF Enterprises. SLF Enterprises is wholly owned by Slagpit and LunarFormer, and is the sole owner of the TransMisfits Universe. Any use of the TransMisfits without asking myself shall be noted and observed for accuracy to the characters, and commented upon. The Misfits and SLF Enterprises reserve the right to appear in any reviews pen name designate LunarFormer may appear.
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When last we left the story:
"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."
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Scene: A bar somewhere on Coruscant
The bar was one of those found only in the darkest, most unsavory parts of the New Republic's base world. It was of the kind that no man had ever seen and lived to tell the tale. This…was the Droid Bar. Droids and mechs of all kinds met here to recharge on hard, unstable energon. From mouse droids to untamed Zoids, bots of all kinds were permitted. At one table, there was a conversation between a Battle Droid from Star Wars Episode 1 and a Cylon from Battlestar Galactica.
"You… think… you… have… it… rough… aiming? I… have… one… stinkin'… eye… that… is… constantly… sweeping… back… and…fourth," remarked the Cylon.
"At least you have that much. I just have these pits that look like eyes. They aren't even filled with cameras, they are just there for looks. I have to run by sonar," replied the Battle Droid.
"Quit your whining, you sorry excuses of mechs! My leader has but one optic and has the best aim in the universe!" shouted a voice that came over in their direction.
"What… was… that?" the Cylon said, lifting his blaster and pointing it…
…into a familiar purple insignia on the chestplate of a large black and grey form.
"Are your audio receptors on the blink as well, Cylon?" Darkbane quipped as he lifted the drone from it's chair.
"He ment nothing by it, Lord Darkbane. We are all aware of the powers of the Decepticon Empire," the Battle Droid pleaded for his drinking buddy.
Darkbane tossed the Cylon across the room, then looked at the odd looking Droid. "How do you know about the Decepticons? Or my name? We have not come to this part of the universe in many Vorns*!"
Just as he was about to lift the scrawny reject from the Trade Federation, he heard a small voice behind him. "Bede bede bede Don't move a muscle, you. We don't allow troublemakers in here."
"Shut up, Twiki. I think someone at the bar needs a refill."
"Bede bede bede I'm serious, Decepticon. We all know how you 'Cons are. Especially the one that shows up here regularly."
"What ARE you talking about?" Darkbane turned to face the diminutive humanoid bot with a speech impediment. "There are no Decepticons in this sector!"
"Yes, there are, Darkbane," replied a voice from behind the Sub-Commander of the Decepticon battle fleet. "Did you truly think ALL Decepticon exiles went to the same place?"
Darkbane spun back around, knocking Twiki into the table. The table and the battle droid were knocked over from the impact. Much to Darkbane's surprise, there was no one behind him. "WHO SAID THAT? SHOW YOURSELF!" Darkbane shouted, drawing even more attention to himself. Suddenly, he was glad he left Wingwrath to defend the ship. If he had to face someone who had cloaking capabilities, he was glad she wasn't here to watch him be humiliated.
"You won't find me until I want you to find me. Now, be a good 'Con, and leave the bar."
"WHO ARE YOU TO GIVE ME ORDERS?!" Darkbane was getting sick of this voice.
"Someone with a gun to your worthless back, Darkbane. Now move." Darkbane felt a jab in his back right at the base of his spine. He walked out of the bar, and turned down the alley right next to it.
"All right, this is far enough! SHOW YOURSELF!"
"If you insist." Suddenly, three mechanoids appeared in front of the overly proud Decepticon. One was shrouded in a black cloak. Another one was clearly a Decepticon Seeker, but instead of having large triangular wings, his arms were comprised of two six sided solar panels, and had a round body. The third, which had been projecting the cloaking shield, slowly lowered it's dusty moth wings.
"Greatings, Lord Darkbane. We are the Decepticons of Coruscant," said the cloaked one.
"Is that so? And how do I know you are Decepticons? I see noone of the mark here…"
"You desire proof? Very well. Shortrange, reveal your allegience!" ordered the one keeping himself hidden within the darkness of his cloth robes.
"By your command." And with that, the Seeker transformed into a TIE fighter, with Decepticon emblems on his solar wing panels.
"All right…so he's a fellow Decepticon. What of the other two of you?"
"Why should we have to prove ourselves to you, Darkbane? You should be doing the proving to us!" replied the moth-bot.
"Calm yourself, Dustoff," replied the unknown one, placing his hand on his subbordinate's shoulder. "He'll learn soon enough just how dangerous asking questions can be."
"Dangerous? You want dangerous? I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS TO WAYWARD DECEPTICONS THAT REFUSE TO IDENTIFY THEMSELVES! ESPECIALLY TO LORD DARKBANE!" No sooner had Darkbane shouted and began to leap at the unidentified one than a shot from Shortrange hit him in the back, knocking the sparkless warrior unconscious.
"Quickly. Get him inside. I don't want his screams to attract any unwanted attention from the New Republic security force," ordered the one in the cloak. Shortrange transformed back, and aided Dustoff in dragging Darkbane farther down the alley.
Scene: A darkened room.
Darkbane opened his optics, looking around. "Where am I?" he asked, seeing nothing but darkness in all directions.
"In the base." Replied a voice that he had heard not too long ago.
"What do you want?"
"A way off this rock," replied the voice of the still unidentified one
"Whose side are you on?"
"That…would be telling. What I want is to get away from this system and rejoin the offensive against the Autobots!"
"You won't get it unless you tell me who you are and why you brought me here!"
"BY HOOK OR BY CROOK WE WILL!"
"Who are you?"
"Your new number 2."
"Who is number 1?"
"You, if you will let us join with you, me, if you do not."
"And what makes you think you are fit to lead in my stead?"
"Death can change many a thing. Including one's outlook on life."
"What are you talking about?"
Then, a light turned on just in front of Darkbane, illuminating a spot where stood the cloaked figure. "I am one that none presume to exist anymore. That people want to forget. But I still function."
"Who are you?"
"One you should know all too well, Darkbane."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
The figure laughed. "It is time to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, continents and kings."
"Gibberish? You answer my questions with GIBBERISH!? HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME SO!"
"NO! How dare you mock me! You are a mockery of that which comprises you, as is the Autobot you must share a spark with!"
"What? What do you know of Wolfbane and myself?"
"Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul. Yo ho heave ho. There are men whose hearts are as black as coal. Yo ho heave ho."
"WILL YOU JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION? WHO ARE YOU?!"
"ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO KNOW?! The answer could be more than your fragile intellect can handle, Dark."
"I am not scared by your riddles, strange one. REVEAL YOURSELF AND LET ME KNOW WHO I WILL SCRAP WHEN I GET FREE!"
"Very well." And the figure drew back his hood.
"No. NO! IT CANNOT BE! BUT YOU ARE DEAD! I SHOULD KNOW! YOU ARE…"
"Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails. DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES!"
"YOU ARE ME!" Darkbane screamed, fully realizing that he was looking strait into the face of…
"Optimatt Prime, at your service, 'Lord' Darkbane," replied the purple robot that faced Darkbane, his acid laser rifle drawn across his chest.
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What is this? Optimatt Prime, claiming to be a Decepticon? Darkbane confronting that which he and Wolfbane were made from? Find out what's going on in Part 5: Dead Men DO Tell Tales!