The Wolfbane Chronicles
Part 6: Don't Believe Everything You Hear
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TF fanfiction
Ah, good to see FF.Net back in operation.
(Slagpit) yes, it certainly is old friend. Now, what say we get rid of our creative buildup and hack us out the next installment of this saga?
Sounds like a plan. Oh, happy belated birthday, man.
(Slagpit) Don't remind me. 19 years.oy.seems like such a long time. ...........................................................
The TransMisfits are a non-registered trademark of SLF Enterprises. The Transformers themselves are trademarked by Hasbro and Takara. Star Wars and all related elements are owned by LucasFilm and LucasArts. ...........................................................
Scene: A Darkened Room
"I don't see how I can make this any easier to understand, 'Lord' Darkbane," Optimatt Prime sighed, pacing back and forth in front of Darkbane, who was still tied securely to a chair.
"Well, try making things a bit clearer, fool! What do you mean by 'they saw me as dead, but no one ever actually saw me die!'?" Darkbane sneared at his captor.
"It's quite simple really. I never died. I was presumed dead, because I sent that radio broadcast to the Ark, then I shut the radio off, and all that was found where I once stood was a pile of parts and the Friendship Matrix."
"But those parts were infused with your energon signature!"
"Easy enough to do, since I was leaking energon from extensive damage due to Megatron's opening barrage of attacks."
"But.the matrix."
"Oh yes, that little bobble Prime handed me before I left. Merely a token possession to humor me when I took my post. I discarded it when the time presented itself."
"WHAT?!"
Optimatt Prime sighs. "You really are a simpleton, aren't you? Let me start from the beginning of the events." ....................................
Flashback scene: Optimatt Prime, standing before Megatron, obviously near obliteration, on Cybertron.
"Just answer me this, Megatron.how much of Cybertron had you taken before I got here?"
"Why, all of it, of course! Cybertron is OURS!"
"Thanks. Just wanted Prime and the others to hear that."
"What?!"
"I figured you'd have Soundwave jam all standard Autobot transmissions, so I used my own. An Earthen shortwave transmission. You may fire when ready. Just let it be known that my last words were, 'I died for Cybertron'"
Megatron snickers. "Imperssive. Even in the face of imminent doom, you manage to remain obstinent. I like that in a soldier. I'll offer you a choise, Autobot. Either I can destroy you now, or you can live on, as a Decepticon in my army. I'll even give you your own sector to command."
Optimatt looks up at the gigantic whiteish grey Decepticon commander. "Why would you do such a thing? What's to say I wouldn't turn your troops over to the Autobots?"
"Nothing, besides the fear of your own destruction. And you do fear death. I can hear it in your audios. Come now, be a reasonable 'bot. Join me. You shall have the power you so desire, and Prime shall learn to."
"NO! If I join with you, I want nothing more to do with Primes! I'm sick of being looked down on by Optimus, I don't care about the Prime Council, and I want to be acknowledged as a Prime in name only! I don't care about the rank! I don't care about the order of leadership! I just want to be known as the most powerful TransFormer in the system!"
Megatron laughed. "You are a strange one, Optimatt Prime, but very well. I can even send you to a system where no one will have ever heard of you. It's a new one we discovered not too long ago. Not a single Autobot, but lots of Energon ripe for the taking."
"Fine. I accept. But first." Optimatt opens his chest door, rips out the Matrix of Friendship, and tosses it onto a heap of scrapmetal, some of it blasted off of him after the first shot from Megatron. "There. No more Prime burden. No more toeing down to the Autobot code. I accept your proposition, Megatron."
"Good. I didn't think you'd reject. But cross me once." Megatron picked up the head of a random Autobot drone, tossed it in the air, and shot it into oblivion. "That shall be your fate as well." .......................................
Scene: back in the darkened room
"You actually expect me to believe that load of turbofox dung?" Darkbane sneared at Optimatt Prime.
"No, but it is the truth. I was assigned out here with Dustoff and Shortrange. Dustoff was the result of early Protoform experimentation, and Shortrange had a number of warrants out for his destruction in that system of space. So we three came here. We've been waiting for just the right time to make a comeback into the Great War."
"You're a bit late for that, Bunkie! The Great War is over! MEGATRON IS DEAD!" ....................................
Scene: Brig of the "Enslavement"
"Ugh.what hit me." Wolfbane grunted, slowly rising from the small slab of a bed he had in the brig of the "Enslavement."
"You were shot by an ion disruptor burst. Thanks to you, we've been captured by the Decepticons!" Windsplit replied, half grumbling.
"Yeah. If it weren't for you, we'd have had these 'Cons locked up instead of them locking us up!" Ionburst continued, punching a wall.
"HEY! KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE! I'M TRYIN' TO SLEEP!" called a voice from the next cell over.
"What the." the three displaced Autobots responded.
"Oh, go jump in a fusion reactor, Tracking, you runt." Wolfbane snarled back.
"Runt, huh? Well, I bet you that no one besides a runt would be able to get out of here."
"What the heck are you talking about, Tracking?"
Then, there was the sound of someone standing up, walking across the floor, and the sound of metal scraping against metal. Suddenly, Tracking stood before the four captured Autobots. "I am talking about getting out of my cell. I'm the only one on this ship capable of getting through the bars."
"Remind me to tell Darkbane that when I see him next." Wolfbane growled.
"Actually, I really doubt you are the only one who can do that," Windsplit said, looking at the smaller triangular Autobot in their midst.
"Hey, look, guys, I don't wanna be the source for some escape plan. I.I don't think it'll work."
"Oh, come on, Starjump, it can't be that hard." Ionburst said, putting his hand on the smaller bot's shoulder.
"Nope, won't work. these bars are set to knock out anything with an Autobot power signature." Wolfbane sighed.
"And how do you know that?" Windsplit asked.
"Do you really think that in all my years hunting my countepart, I've never spent time in his brig?"
"Ah."
"Yes. I've been captured by him before. Not that he held me for long.but without him around to gloat at me, I don't know how I'm going to get out of here this time."
"You've never dealt with the Autobots of the New Republic. Ionburst, do your stuff!"
"Right, Windsplit," Ionburst said, and proceded to thrust his fingers into the walls of the cell around the door, and ripped the wall down like one of those Japanese paper walls. Tracking went running for the nearest exit.
"GUYS! THE PRISONERS ARE ESCAPING!" tracking screamed as the Autobots emerged from what had been their cell.
"Oh, shut up," Starjump replied, then shot him from behind. "Be glad it's only on stun."
"Ok, gentlemen, I underestimated you. Now, shall we proceed to get the information we came here for?" Wolfbane grinned as he spoke, which made him seem even more menacing than normal. ....................................
Scene: Bridge of the "Enslavement" "Wingwrath, I think we have bigger problems than Lord Darkbane disappearing from our scans," FlapSnap called over from one of the bridge computers.
"What do you mean, fool?" Wingwrath snapped back. "The safety of Lord Darkbane is essential to our mission! HE IS OUR COMMANDER!"
"I have to agree with the idiot, Wingwrath. THE AUTOBOTS HAVE ESCAPED THE DETENTION AREA!" Sparksmasher called from another monitor. ....................................
So, what's next? We'll just have to wait and see! Same TransFormer time, Same TransMisfit place.
Part 6: Don't Believe Everything You Hear
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TF fanfiction
Ah, good to see FF.Net back in operation.
(Slagpit) yes, it certainly is old friend. Now, what say we get rid of our creative buildup and hack us out the next installment of this saga?
Sounds like a plan. Oh, happy belated birthday, man.
(Slagpit) Don't remind me. 19 years.oy.seems like such a long time. ...........................................................
The TransMisfits are a non-registered trademark of SLF Enterprises. The Transformers themselves are trademarked by Hasbro and Takara. Star Wars and all related elements are owned by LucasFilm and LucasArts. ...........................................................
Scene: A Darkened Room
"I don't see how I can make this any easier to understand, 'Lord' Darkbane," Optimatt Prime sighed, pacing back and forth in front of Darkbane, who was still tied securely to a chair.
"Well, try making things a bit clearer, fool! What do you mean by 'they saw me as dead, but no one ever actually saw me die!'?" Darkbane sneared at his captor.
"It's quite simple really. I never died. I was presumed dead, because I sent that radio broadcast to the Ark, then I shut the radio off, and all that was found where I once stood was a pile of parts and the Friendship Matrix."
"But those parts were infused with your energon signature!"
"Easy enough to do, since I was leaking energon from extensive damage due to Megatron's opening barrage of attacks."
"But.the matrix."
"Oh yes, that little bobble Prime handed me before I left. Merely a token possession to humor me when I took my post. I discarded it when the time presented itself."
"WHAT?!"
Optimatt Prime sighs. "You really are a simpleton, aren't you? Let me start from the beginning of the events." ....................................
Flashback scene: Optimatt Prime, standing before Megatron, obviously near obliteration, on Cybertron.
"Just answer me this, Megatron.how much of Cybertron had you taken before I got here?"
"Why, all of it, of course! Cybertron is OURS!"
"Thanks. Just wanted Prime and the others to hear that."
"What?!"
"I figured you'd have Soundwave jam all standard Autobot transmissions, so I used my own. An Earthen shortwave transmission. You may fire when ready. Just let it be known that my last words were, 'I died for Cybertron'"
Megatron snickers. "Imperssive. Even in the face of imminent doom, you manage to remain obstinent. I like that in a soldier. I'll offer you a choise, Autobot. Either I can destroy you now, or you can live on, as a Decepticon in my army. I'll even give you your own sector to command."
Optimatt looks up at the gigantic whiteish grey Decepticon commander. "Why would you do such a thing? What's to say I wouldn't turn your troops over to the Autobots?"
"Nothing, besides the fear of your own destruction. And you do fear death. I can hear it in your audios. Come now, be a reasonable 'bot. Join me. You shall have the power you so desire, and Prime shall learn to."
"NO! If I join with you, I want nothing more to do with Primes! I'm sick of being looked down on by Optimus, I don't care about the Prime Council, and I want to be acknowledged as a Prime in name only! I don't care about the rank! I don't care about the order of leadership! I just want to be known as the most powerful TransFormer in the system!"
Megatron laughed. "You are a strange one, Optimatt Prime, but very well. I can even send you to a system where no one will have ever heard of you. It's a new one we discovered not too long ago. Not a single Autobot, but lots of Energon ripe for the taking."
"Fine. I accept. But first." Optimatt opens his chest door, rips out the Matrix of Friendship, and tosses it onto a heap of scrapmetal, some of it blasted off of him after the first shot from Megatron. "There. No more Prime burden. No more toeing down to the Autobot code. I accept your proposition, Megatron."
"Good. I didn't think you'd reject. But cross me once." Megatron picked up the head of a random Autobot drone, tossed it in the air, and shot it into oblivion. "That shall be your fate as well." .......................................
Scene: back in the darkened room
"You actually expect me to believe that load of turbofox dung?" Darkbane sneared at Optimatt Prime.
"No, but it is the truth. I was assigned out here with Dustoff and Shortrange. Dustoff was the result of early Protoform experimentation, and Shortrange had a number of warrants out for his destruction in that system of space. So we three came here. We've been waiting for just the right time to make a comeback into the Great War."
"You're a bit late for that, Bunkie! The Great War is over! MEGATRON IS DEAD!" ....................................
Scene: Brig of the "Enslavement"
"Ugh.what hit me." Wolfbane grunted, slowly rising from the small slab of a bed he had in the brig of the "Enslavement."
"You were shot by an ion disruptor burst. Thanks to you, we've been captured by the Decepticons!" Windsplit replied, half grumbling.
"Yeah. If it weren't for you, we'd have had these 'Cons locked up instead of them locking us up!" Ionburst continued, punching a wall.
"HEY! KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE! I'M TRYIN' TO SLEEP!" called a voice from the next cell over.
"What the." the three displaced Autobots responded.
"Oh, go jump in a fusion reactor, Tracking, you runt." Wolfbane snarled back.
"Runt, huh? Well, I bet you that no one besides a runt would be able to get out of here."
"What the heck are you talking about, Tracking?"
Then, there was the sound of someone standing up, walking across the floor, and the sound of metal scraping against metal. Suddenly, Tracking stood before the four captured Autobots. "I am talking about getting out of my cell. I'm the only one on this ship capable of getting through the bars."
"Remind me to tell Darkbane that when I see him next." Wolfbane growled.
"Actually, I really doubt you are the only one who can do that," Windsplit said, looking at the smaller triangular Autobot in their midst.
"Hey, look, guys, I don't wanna be the source for some escape plan. I.I don't think it'll work."
"Oh, come on, Starjump, it can't be that hard." Ionburst said, putting his hand on the smaller bot's shoulder.
"Nope, won't work. these bars are set to knock out anything with an Autobot power signature." Wolfbane sighed.
"And how do you know that?" Windsplit asked.
"Do you really think that in all my years hunting my countepart, I've never spent time in his brig?"
"Ah."
"Yes. I've been captured by him before. Not that he held me for long.but without him around to gloat at me, I don't know how I'm going to get out of here this time."
"You've never dealt with the Autobots of the New Republic. Ionburst, do your stuff!"
"Right, Windsplit," Ionburst said, and proceded to thrust his fingers into the walls of the cell around the door, and ripped the wall down like one of those Japanese paper walls. Tracking went running for the nearest exit.
"GUYS! THE PRISONERS ARE ESCAPING!" tracking screamed as the Autobots emerged from what had been their cell.
"Oh, shut up," Starjump replied, then shot him from behind. "Be glad it's only on stun."
"Ok, gentlemen, I underestimated you. Now, shall we proceed to get the information we came here for?" Wolfbane grinned as he spoke, which made him seem even more menacing than normal. ....................................
Scene: Bridge of the "Enslavement" "Wingwrath, I think we have bigger problems than Lord Darkbane disappearing from our scans," FlapSnap called over from one of the bridge computers.
"What do you mean, fool?" Wingwrath snapped back. "The safety of Lord Darkbane is essential to our mission! HE IS OUR COMMANDER!"
"I have to agree with the idiot, Wingwrath. THE AUTOBOTS HAVE ESCAPED THE DETENTION AREA!" Sparksmasher called from another monitor. ....................................
So, what's next? We'll just have to wait and see! Same TransFormer time, Same TransMisfit place.