The Wolfbane Chronicles
Part 5: Dead Men Do Tell Tales!
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TF fanfiction
Welcome, welcome, fellow followers of the Wolf Warrior. Welcome back to SLF Enterprises and the Wolfbane Chronicles. Yes, welcome indeed.
(Slagpit) LF!!!!
Ok, ok, sorry. I didn't mean to babble. Ok, this is going to get a bit loopier before it gets any more clear, so let's see what we can't clear up right now, shall we?
1: Darkbane is now in the clutches of a rouge band of Decepticons on Coruscant.
2: The head of these Decepticons is Optimatt Prime, an Autobot who was destroyed by Megatron, from whose remains Wolfbane and Darkbane were built.
3: What has Slagpit been smoking?
(Slagpit) I HEARD THAT!
4: Darkbane left Wingwrath, a female Decepticon on his crew who he has developed an affection toward, as the only security force on the Enslavement, his ship.
5: Tracking, and conceivably Vidwave, are also on the Enslavement right now, with Tracking locked in the brig.
Now, on with the disclaimer…
(Slagpit) and remind me to have Sparksmasher give you a complete physical after the fic is done.
Aw, man…
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SLF Enterprises does not own Transformers, Twiki from Buck Rodgers, the Cylons from Battlestar Galactica, or Star Wars, or any other bots we pull in from other TV or movie series. Look up who owns what somewhere on the web. We only own the TransMisfits, those TransFormers characters that show up exclusively in the Wolfbane Chronicles, or one of it's spinoff series.
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Scene: a darkened room
"So, now you know that I am Optimatt Prime, your originator, and former Autobot. Any questions?" asked the large dark purple bot, looming over Darkbane like an oddly colored cloud.
"HOW?! HOW IS IT POSSIBLE? YOU'RE DEAD!" Darkbane shrieked, half out of his mind trying to figure out the answer to that question himself.
"It's really quite simple, really," replied Optimatt Prime. "You see…"
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Scene: A landing dock elsewhere on Coruscant
Three robots are gathered in one one of Coruscants many hangar bays. They seem to be looking out through the access door to the bay.
"I don't see the shuttle, Windsplit," shouted the smallest of the three, shaped like an upside down A.
"That's odd. This is the docking bay he said he would be arriving at. You sure you got the right information, Ionburst?" replied the second tallest, who had two sets of thin wings on sides emerging from the middle of his back.
"I'm pretty, sure, Windsplit. Hangar 5 alpha 7," replied the tallest, who had a pair of extra long arms, half of which had no wireing or shielding.
"Guys, if you would move off the landing pad, I'd like to land BEFORE I run out of fuel!" called a voice from above them. All three looked up, saw the descending boxy golden spacecraft, and scattered just before the craft shattered the glass ceiling of the docking bay. "Oh, this is one of those front loaders. Huh. We did away with those back on Cybertron."
"ARE YOU CRAZY?! YOU NEARLY KILLED US!" shouted Windsplit, as he ran up to the docking ramp, which had begun to lower.
"No, I'm not crazy. I'm just not used to backward planets like this one. So, you must be Windsplit, head of the Autobots of the New Republic." Replied the new arrival, his blue jacket closed and hood up.
"Yes, and you must be Wolfbane, Autobot field commander. Long time since anyone's been sent out this way."
"I wasn't SENT by anyone. I came of my own free will."
"Oh."
Wolfbane sniffed the air, the hood of his jacket falling back, revealing his lupine ears. "Yup, he's here, all right. Follow me, gentlemen. We've got Decepticons to capture."
"Wait a minute…you…you're a…"
"Oh, that's right, you would have been sent here before Protoform technology. Yes, I am a psudo-organic Transformer. Now, follow me."
"How do we know you're an actual Autobot? You could have stolen this shuttle!" Ionburst accused, lifting Wolfbane with one arm.
"You want proof? FINE!" Wolfbane opened his jacket, revealing the Autobot insignia emblazend on his chest. "That proof enough?"
"um, yeah, I guess."
"So put me down and help me apprehend these Decepticons!"
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Scene: later, at the droid bar
Wolfbane entered, followed by the three other Autobots.
"Bede bede bede Oh, great, more of them."
"Relax, Twiki, is it? I'm no Decepticon. I'll try not to make too much trouble. Have you seen this bot around here?" Wolfbane held out a small green orb containing a hologram of Darkbane, slowly spinning.
"Bede bede bede yeah, I know the scum. He was in here earlier, roughin' up some of my customers. In fact, there's one of his pals in the back there trying to gain support for their cause."
"Oh, really." Wolfbane looked over where the small android, who was the establishments bartender, had indicated. There was a thin, greenish bot in one corner, shouting the praises of working for the Decepticon army, particularly under 'Lord Darkbane.' Wolfbane walked over to him. "Hello, FlapSnap."
"WOLFBANE! Wha-what are you doing here?"
"I'll ask the questions around here, FlapSnap. Now…where is Dark?"
"I haven't a clue, Autobutt! Lord Darkbane gave us all official shore leave."
"Oh, really. Then perhaps you can take me to someone who might know. Where is Sparksmasher?"
"RIGHT BEHIND YOU, AUTOBREATH!" replied a high pitched scream as the Velocirapter-modeed Sparksmasher leapt onto Wolfbane's back, cutting into it with his foot talons. Wolfbane cried out in savage pain, throwing the Decepticon medic/torturer over his back and into FlapSnap, knocking both of them out.
"DANG! And since this is where his scent seems to end, I can't track Darkbane any further. Windsplit, any clue as to where they docked?"
"Um…not…really. You want to take care of that wound? You're loosing a lot of mechfluid."
"I'll be fine. It's just a scratch. Bring the two of them. I may be able to get information from them yet. Sorry about the mess, Twiki."
"Bede bede bede maybe I should institute a No Cybertronians rule."
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Scene: the darkened room
"And so now you know how I still live."
"But that doesn't explain how Wolfbane or I can exist!"
"It doesn't? No, I suppose not. How is it that you do exist, anyway? I mean, honestly, even I don't know anymore…so, does that mean you don't exist?"
"Obviously not, since I'm right here."
"Oh, right…"
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Scene: inside the Enslavement
"Well, that was easy enough to infiltrate," Wolfbane said, as the four Autobots followed their Decepticon prisoners into the ship at gunpoint.
"Yeah, much easier than the base of the local Decepticons," replied the small upsidedown A shaped robot.
"What did you expect? This IS just a battle cruiser," Wolfbane said offhandedly, and was quickly lifted off his feet by the largest of the three local Autobots.
"YOU GOT SOMETHING AGAINST BATTLE CRUISERS?"
"No, Ionburst."
"Didn't think so," Ionburst smoldered, placing Wolfbane back on the ground.
"So…who's manning security detail around here, FlapSnap?"
"I won't tell, Wolf!"
"Oh, no, then maybe you'll tell my blaster."
"Um, on second thought…although Lord Darkbane ordered me to tell no one of her existence…"
"Her? There's a FEMALE Decepticon on the crew now?"
"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! One that you should know quite well, Wolfbane. In appearance only, but still you should recognize her," Sparksmasher cackled with glee.
"What is he talking about, Wolf?"
"I don't know, Windsplit, but I intend to find out."
"Hold it right there, Autobots!" shouted a feminine voice from behind the quartet.
"L-L-L…Lightwing?" Wolfbane stammered, stunned to see a bot with the same body as his girlfriend before her spark found a new protoform, thus becoming Lifewing.
"Name's Wingwrath, Wolfie boy, and don't you forget it! Now drop your weapons, or I order the ships autoguns to open fire!"
"No one calls me WOLFIE BOY!" Wolfbane snarled as he launched himself at Wingwrath, transforming to wolf mode as he did so. Wingwrath fired off her blaster, knocking him into the other Autobots, causing them to drop their guns and collapse into a heap.
"Ah, Lord Darkbane will be pleased. We have captured 4 Autobot prisoners for him!"
"Shut up, you idiot. He'll be madder than heck because YOU TWO got caught, allowing them to get on board! I wasn't about to scrap you just I could scrap them as well, which is why I didn't open fire when you came aboard. Now take them to the brig. I'm trying to raise Lord Darkbane, but he won't respond to his communicator, and I can't find him on any of the scanners."
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Ok, so…enjoy that? Hope so. Sorry, my ending and opening statements are a bit dry this time. I'll try to make up for it next week. See you then.
Part 5: Dead Men Do Tell Tales!
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TF fanfiction
Welcome, welcome, fellow followers of the Wolf Warrior. Welcome back to SLF Enterprises and the Wolfbane Chronicles. Yes, welcome indeed.
(Slagpit) LF!!!!
Ok, ok, sorry. I didn't mean to babble. Ok, this is going to get a bit loopier before it gets any more clear, so let's see what we can't clear up right now, shall we?
1: Darkbane is now in the clutches of a rouge band of Decepticons on Coruscant.
2: The head of these Decepticons is Optimatt Prime, an Autobot who was destroyed by Megatron, from whose remains Wolfbane and Darkbane were built.
3: What has Slagpit been smoking?
(Slagpit) I HEARD THAT!
4: Darkbane left Wingwrath, a female Decepticon on his crew who he has developed an affection toward, as the only security force on the Enslavement, his ship.
5: Tracking, and conceivably Vidwave, are also on the Enslavement right now, with Tracking locked in the brig.
Now, on with the disclaimer…
(Slagpit) and remind me to have Sparksmasher give you a complete physical after the fic is done.
Aw, man…
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
SLF Enterprises does not own Transformers, Twiki from Buck Rodgers, the Cylons from Battlestar Galactica, or Star Wars, or any other bots we pull in from other TV or movie series. Look up who owns what somewhere on the web. We only own the TransMisfits, those TransFormers characters that show up exclusively in the Wolfbane Chronicles, or one of it's spinoff series.
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Scene: a darkened room
"So, now you know that I am Optimatt Prime, your originator, and former Autobot. Any questions?" asked the large dark purple bot, looming over Darkbane like an oddly colored cloud.
"HOW?! HOW IS IT POSSIBLE? YOU'RE DEAD!" Darkbane shrieked, half out of his mind trying to figure out the answer to that question himself.
"It's really quite simple, really," replied Optimatt Prime. "You see…"
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Scene: A landing dock elsewhere on Coruscant
Three robots are gathered in one one of Coruscants many hangar bays. They seem to be looking out through the access door to the bay.
"I don't see the shuttle, Windsplit," shouted the smallest of the three, shaped like an upside down A.
"That's odd. This is the docking bay he said he would be arriving at. You sure you got the right information, Ionburst?" replied the second tallest, who had two sets of thin wings on sides emerging from the middle of his back.
"I'm pretty, sure, Windsplit. Hangar 5 alpha 7," replied the tallest, who had a pair of extra long arms, half of which had no wireing or shielding.
"Guys, if you would move off the landing pad, I'd like to land BEFORE I run out of fuel!" called a voice from above them. All three looked up, saw the descending boxy golden spacecraft, and scattered just before the craft shattered the glass ceiling of the docking bay. "Oh, this is one of those front loaders. Huh. We did away with those back on Cybertron."
"ARE YOU CRAZY?! YOU NEARLY KILLED US!" shouted Windsplit, as he ran up to the docking ramp, which had begun to lower.
"No, I'm not crazy. I'm just not used to backward planets like this one. So, you must be Windsplit, head of the Autobots of the New Republic." Replied the new arrival, his blue jacket closed and hood up.
"Yes, and you must be Wolfbane, Autobot field commander. Long time since anyone's been sent out this way."
"I wasn't SENT by anyone. I came of my own free will."
"Oh."
Wolfbane sniffed the air, the hood of his jacket falling back, revealing his lupine ears. "Yup, he's here, all right. Follow me, gentlemen. We've got Decepticons to capture."
"Wait a minute…you…you're a…"
"Oh, that's right, you would have been sent here before Protoform technology. Yes, I am a psudo-organic Transformer. Now, follow me."
"How do we know you're an actual Autobot? You could have stolen this shuttle!" Ionburst accused, lifting Wolfbane with one arm.
"You want proof? FINE!" Wolfbane opened his jacket, revealing the Autobot insignia emblazend on his chest. "That proof enough?"
"um, yeah, I guess."
"So put me down and help me apprehend these Decepticons!"
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Scene: later, at the droid bar
Wolfbane entered, followed by the three other Autobots.
"Bede bede bede Oh, great, more of them."
"Relax, Twiki, is it? I'm no Decepticon. I'll try not to make too much trouble. Have you seen this bot around here?" Wolfbane held out a small green orb containing a hologram of Darkbane, slowly spinning.
"Bede bede bede yeah, I know the scum. He was in here earlier, roughin' up some of my customers. In fact, there's one of his pals in the back there trying to gain support for their cause."
"Oh, really." Wolfbane looked over where the small android, who was the establishments bartender, had indicated. There was a thin, greenish bot in one corner, shouting the praises of working for the Decepticon army, particularly under 'Lord Darkbane.' Wolfbane walked over to him. "Hello, FlapSnap."
"WOLFBANE! Wha-what are you doing here?"
"I'll ask the questions around here, FlapSnap. Now…where is Dark?"
"I haven't a clue, Autobutt! Lord Darkbane gave us all official shore leave."
"Oh, really. Then perhaps you can take me to someone who might know. Where is Sparksmasher?"
"RIGHT BEHIND YOU, AUTOBREATH!" replied a high pitched scream as the Velocirapter-modeed Sparksmasher leapt onto Wolfbane's back, cutting into it with his foot talons. Wolfbane cried out in savage pain, throwing the Decepticon medic/torturer over his back and into FlapSnap, knocking both of them out.
"DANG! And since this is where his scent seems to end, I can't track Darkbane any further. Windsplit, any clue as to where they docked?"
"Um…not…really. You want to take care of that wound? You're loosing a lot of mechfluid."
"I'll be fine. It's just a scratch. Bring the two of them. I may be able to get information from them yet. Sorry about the mess, Twiki."
"Bede bede bede maybe I should institute a No Cybertronians rule."
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Scene: the darkened room
"And so now you know how I still live."
"But that doesn't explain how Wolfbane or I can exist!"
"It doesn't? No, I suppose not. How is it that you do exist, anyway? I mean, honestly, even I don't know anymore…so, does that mean you don't exist?"
"Obviously not, since I'm right here."
"Oh, right…"
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Scene: inside the Enslavement
"Well, that was easy enough to infiltrate," Wolfbane said, as the four Autobots followed their Decepticon prisoners into the ship at gunpoint.
"Yeah, much easier than the base of the local Decepticons," replied the small upsidedown A shaped robot.
"What did you expect? This IS just a battle cruiser," Wolfbane said offhandedly, and was quickly lifted off his feet by the largest of the three local Autobots.
"YOU GOT SOMETHING AGAINST BATTLE CRUISERS?"
"No, Ionburst."
"Didn't think so," Ionburst smoldered, placing Wolfbane back on the ground.
"So…who's manning security detail around here, FlapSnap?"
"I won't tell, Wolf!"
"Oh, no, then maybe you'll tell my blaster."
"Um, on second thought…although Lord Darkbane ordered me to tell no one of her existence…"
"Her? There's a FEMALE Decepticon on the crew now?"
"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! One that you should know quite well, Wolfbane. In appearance only, but still you should recognize her," Sparksmasher cackled with glee.
"What is he talking about, Wolf?"
"I don't know, Windsplit, but I intend to find out."
"Hold it right there, Autobots!" shouted a feminine voice from behind the quartet.
"L-L-L…Lightwing?" Wolfbane stammered, stunned to see a bot with the same body as his girlfriend before her spark found a new protoform, thus becoming Lifewing.
"Name's Wingwrath, Wolfie boy, and don't you forget it! Now drop your weapons, or I order the ships autoguns to open fire!"
"No one calls me WOLFIE BOY!" Wolfbane snarled as he launched himself at Wingwrath, transforming to wolf mode as he did so. Wingwrath fired off her blaster, knocking him into the other Autobots, causing them to drop their guns and collapse into a heap.
"Ah, Lord Darkbane will be pleased. We have captured 4 Autobot prisoners for him!"
"Shut up, you idiot. He'll be madder than heck because YOU TWO got caught, allowing them to get on board! I wasn't about to scrap you just I could scrap them as well, which is why I didn't open fire when you came aboard. Now take them to the brig. I'm trying to raise Lord Darkbane, but he won't respond to his communicator, and I can't find him on any of the scanners."
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Ok, so…enjoy that? Hope so. Sorry, my ending and opening statements are a bit dry this time. I'll try to make up for it next week. See you then.