The Wolfbane Chronicles
Part 7: And The Universe Cried Out In Pain
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TF fanfiction
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Hey hey, sorry about being gone for so long, folks, but we finally made it. Otakon was a blast (several months ago). We had a wonderful time, and Slagpit managed to get some new pins for his trademark hat.
(Slagpit) LF, you're rambling. I really must appologise for dropping the weekly idea. You see, I was hoping that Otakon would help me get out of my writer's block, but it just put me deeper into it. But now I'm back, and you will be seeing several new one shots this week. I'd like to send out my warmest greetings to Albedo, KOD (or whatever they're calling themselves now), Wicked Woman, FantiSci, and BloodyRose. You all are truly unique writers, and I applaud that. With that, I'll turn control of this opening back over to LunarFormer.
Thank you, Logohead.
(Slagpit) I HEARD THAT!
I know. Anyway, Let's recap what's happened so far.
Darkbane has been forced to land The Enslavement on Coruscant for repairs. Shortly afterward, he was abducted from an area droid bar by a batch of unusual Decepticons, lead by a surprisingly NOT DEAD Optimatt Prime. Wolfbane arrived and teamed up with the Autobots Of The New Republic, only to be captured inside the Enslavement, where the crew is busy trying to find where Darkbane has disappeared to. Now, the Wolf Warrior and his new associates are loose in the Enslavement, and noone knows WHAT is going to happen next! OH THE SUSPENCE IS KILLING ME!
"Then why not just get on with it and write the next log entry, you gigantic waste of spare parts?"
You know, Optimatt, I liked you better as an Autobot.
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Transmisfits= mine Trans Formers= Hasbro, Takara, Saban, Whoever. Star Wars= George Lucas, LucasArts, LucasFilm Team Rocket= Kids WB, 4Kids Animation, Nintendo, Gamefreak. I think they have as many people with ownership of Pokemon as they do for TransFormers, if not more. TransCharizard= Denivan Media Services. hope that's ok with you, Uncle. No kiwis were harmed in the making of this fanfic
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Scene: A large open field
James: Does this dress make me look fat? Jessie and Meowth: YES!
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(Slagpit) LF! GET THE FIC RIGHT!
Well, sorry if I wanted to have a little fun.
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Scene: Darkened room.
"Sir, I believe we have an unwanted guest. I'm detecting a new energon signature in the room," Shortrange called out, in a voice that closely resembled that of Soundwave.
"No, no, Shortrange, I believe that would be our fourth wheel returning from his intelligence gathering." Optimatt called back, turning his back to Darkbane.
"HEY! I AIN'T NOBODY'S FOURTH WHEEL!" a squeaky, high pitched voice shouted back, as what appeared to be a weasel scampered into the light. "You guys just happen to pay well. Now, if I could get the same sort of deal with those three other guys." the weasel continued, as he slinked his way over to Optimatt.
"You really do talk to much for your own good, Flinx. Now, tell me what you found out and I MAY let you live, even after suggesting such a traitorous act!" boomed the dark purple robot, his foot poised just above the weasel's head.
Flinx quickly flipped back and transformed into a tall, lanky, brown 'bot with a set of wiskers on either side of his long pointy nose, which seemed to twitch a little bit. "No way! You know how I work. Highest bidder, no questions asked, cash first. So, where's my money?"
"What makes you think you can talk to a Decepticon that way, insolent alegienceless vermin?" Darkbane snarled, although noone seemed to pay him any mind, what with him still being restrained in the chair.
"You try my patience, weasel."
"And I'm this close to seeing what the New Republic would pay to know the whereabouts of a certain Emperial base used to house one of their deadliest secret weapons."
"You wouldn't dare. I'd see to it you would never be safe in this sector of the universe ever again!"
"You wouldn't. You need me too much."
"You exaggerate."
"Do I? You wouldn't even know that this clown," Flinx said, pointing over to Darkbane, "was even going to be coming here if it wasn't for me. Face it, you need me, especially if you ever plan on getting off this rock and back out into the universe at large."
"I tire of this.Dustoff, grab him and make him talk." Optimatt said, snapping his fingers.
"WHAT? DUSTOFF? WHY YOU DIRTY.ACK!" Flinx said, before going limp. Dustoff materialized right behind him, a strange device held in his hands, which seemed to be biting into the back of Flinx's neck.
"Bad news, sir. An Autobot craft has been sighted at Hangar 5 alpha 7."
"You must be misreading his thoughts. No new Autobot has been out to this part of space in over a millennia."
"No new Decepticons had been here in just as long, and look where I am now!" Darkbane snarled insolently.
"Perhaps you have a visitor, Darkbane. I'll send out Shortrange to investigate."
"If it's who I think it is, I think it would be better if you sent me back to my ship."
"You're bargining posture is highly dubious. But you have a point. Dustoff, reawaken Flinx. You, Darkbane, and our little spy here shall go to Darkbane's craft. undercover. Do NOT let Darkbane out of your sight."
"Yes, sir."
"And Dustoff."
"Yes, sir?"
"Do NOT fail me."
Dustoff gulped. "Ye-ye-yes sir."
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Scene: back on Cybertron, the Cybertronian Singles Bar
Kup: So, lad, why the long face?
Oak Leafdale: What do you mean? I don't even know why I'm here!
TransCharizard: Denial. Give him a triple energon highball, he'll be fine.
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(Slagpit)What was that?
Um.dunno.
(Slagpit) Stick on topic, LF, or you're on sanitation duty for a week.
aw.
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Scene: "Enslavement"
"All right, so we have four Autobots running loose through the ship, no idea where Lord Darkbane is, and. and." Wingwrath was starting to panic. She wasn't ready for anything like this. "FLAPSNAP! You and Sparksmasher go back there and recapture those Autobots. Vidwave, keep scanning for Lord Darkbane!"
"You won't need to seek out anyone, 'Con!" a low growling voice snarls from the doorway.
"Yeah, cause we're already right here! Surrender or face the consequences!"
Wingwrath and the rest of the crew on the bridge turned around and saw Wolfbane and the other three Autobots in the entry hatch.
"Face it, whoever you are, You've lost. Now, tell us what we want to know." Ionburst said, leveling his ion cannon at Wingwrath.
"I can't, Autobreath! We have no idea where Lord Darkbane is. Even if we did, we'd never tell you."
"I was almost hoping you'd say that. LET'S TAKE THEM DOWN, AUTOBOTS!" Windsplit shouted, as he started to run into the room. Wolfbane reached out, and grabbed him by the back of his armor.
"No. I'm not going to attack them until I find out just what they know about what's happened to Darkbane. and if I don't issue the command to attack here, we don't attack. GOT THAT?!"
"Whatever you say, Wolfbane."
"So, how about we work together on this one, 'Cons? I want Darkbane, you want your leader back. It's that simple."
"YOU JUST WANT TO PUT HIM OFFLINE! I'LL NEVER LET YOU HARM HIM, WOLFIE BOY!"
"No. one. calls. me. WOLFIE. BOY! IONBURST! OPEN FIRE!" ________________________________________________________________________
Yeah, yeah, weak ending. We've had too many interruptions here today, so it's the best I can come up with. See you later.
Part 7: And The Universe Cried Out In Pain
A Slagpit/LunarFormer Production
A TF fanfiction
_________________________________________________________________________
Hey hey, sorry about being gone for so long, folks, but we finally made it. Otakon was a blast (several months ago). We had a wonderful time, and Slagpit managed to get some new pins for his trademark hat.
(Slagpit) LF, you're rambling. I really must appologise for dropping the weekly idea. You see, I was hoping that Otakon would help me get out of my writer's block, but it just put me deeper into it. But now I'm back, and you will be seeing several new one shots this week. I'd like to send out my warmest greetings to Albedo, KOD (or whatever they're calling themselves now), Wicked Woman, FantiSci, and BloodyRose. You all are truly unique writers, and I applaud that. With that, I'll turn control of this opening back over to LunarFormer.
Thank you, Logohead.
(Slagpit) I HEARD THAT!
I know. Anyway, Let's recap what's happened so far.
Darkbane has been forced to land The Enslavement on Coruscant for repairs. Shortly afterward, he was abducted from an area droid bar by a batch of unusual Decepticons, lead by a surprisingly NOT DEAD Optimatt Prime. Wolfbane arrived and teamed up with the Autobots Of The New Republic, only to be captured inside the Enslavement, where the crew is busy trying to find where Darkbane has disappeared to. Now, the Wolf Warrior and his new associates are loose in the Enslavement, and noone knows WHAT is going to happen next! OH THE SUSPENCE IS KILLING ME!
"Then why not just get on with it and write the next log entry, you gigantic waste of spare parts?"
You know, Optimatt, I liked you better as an Autobot.
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Transmisfits= mine Trans Formers= Hasbro, Takara, Saban, Whoever. Star Wars= George Lucas, LucasArts, LucasFilm Team Rocket= Kids WB, 4Kids Animation, Nintendo, Gamefreak. I think they have as many people with ownership of Pokemon as they do for TransFormers, if not more. TransCharizard= Denivan Media Services. hope that's ok with you, Uncle. No kiwis were harmed in the making of this fanfic
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Scene: A large open field
James: Does this dress make me look fat? Jessie and Meowth: YES!
________________________________________________________________________
(Slagpit) LF! GET THE FIC RIGHT!
Well, sorry if I wanted to have a little fun.
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Scene: Darkened room.
"Sir, I believe we have an unwanted guest. I'm detecting a new energon signature in the room," Shortrange called out, in a voice that closely resembled that of Soundwave.
"No, no, Shortrange, I believe that would be our fourth wheel returning from his intelligence gathering." Optimatt called back, turning his back to Darkbane.
"HEY! I AIN'T NOBODY'S FOURTH WHEEL!" a squeaky, high pitched voice shouted back, as what appeared to be a weasel scampered into the light. "You guys just happen to pay well. Now, if I could get the same sort of deal with those three other guys." the weasel continued, as he slinked his way over to Optimatt.
"You really do talk to much for your own good, Flinx. Now, tell me what you found out and I MAY let you live, even after suggesting such a traitorous act!" boomed the dark purple robot, his foot poised just above the weasel's head.
Flinx quickly flipped back and transformed into a tall, lanky, brown 'bot with a set of wiskers on either side of his long pointy nose, which seemed to twitch a little bit. "No way! You know how I work. Highest bidder, no questions asked, cash first. So, where's my money?"
"What makes you think you can talk to a Decepticon that way, insolent alegienceless vermin?" Darkbane snarled, although noone seemed to pay him any mind, what with him still being restrained in the chair.
"You try my patience, weasel."
"And I'm this close to seeing what the New Republic would pay to know the whereabouts of a certain Emperial base used to house one of their deadliest secret weapons."
"You wouldn't dare. I'd see to it you would never be safe in this sector of the universe ever again!"
"You wouldn't. You need me too much."
"You exaggerate."
"Do I? You wouldn't even know that this clown," Flinx said, pointing over to Darkbane, "was even going to be coming here if it wasn't for me. Face it, you need me, especially if you ever plan on getting off this rock and back out into the universe at large."
"I tire of this.Dustoff, grab him and make him talk." Optimatt said, snapping his fingers.
"WHAT? DUSTOFF? WHY YOU DIRTY.ACK!" Flinx said, before going limp. Dustoff materialized right behind him, a strange device held in his hands, which seemed to be biting into the back of Flinx's neck.
"Bad news, sir. An Autobot craft has been sighted at Hangar 5 alpha 7."
"You must be misreading his thoughts. No new Autobot has been out to this part of space in over a millennia."
"No new Decepticons had been here in just as long, and look where I am now!" Darkbane snarled insolently.
"Perhaps you have a visitor, Darkbane. I'll send out Shortrange to investigate."
"If it's who I think it is, I think it would be better if you sent me back to my ship."
"You're bargining posture is highly dubious. But you have a point. Dustoff, reawaken Flinx. You, Darkbane, and our little spy here shall go to Darkbane's craft. undercover. Do NOT let Darkbane out of your sight."
"Yes, sir."
"And Dustoff."
"Yes, sir?"
"Do NOT fail me."
Dustoff gulped. "Ye-ye-yes sir."
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Scene: back on Cybertron, the Cybertronian Singles Bar
Kup: So, lad, why the long face?
Oak Leafdale: What do you mean? I don't even know why I'm here!
TransCharizard: Denial. Give him a triple energon highball, he'll be fine.
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(Slagpit)What was that?
Um.dunno.
(Slagpit) Stick on topic, LF, or you're on sanitation duty for a week.
aw.
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Scene: "Enslavement"
"All right, so we have four Autobots running loose through the ship, no idea where Lord Darkbane is, and. and." Wingwrath was starting to panic. She wasn't ready for anything like this. "FLAPSNAP! You and Sparksmasher go back there and recapture those Autobots. Vidwave, keep scanning for Lord Darkbane!"
"You won't need to seek out anyone, 'Con!" a low growling voice snarls from the doorway.
"Yeah, cause we're already right here! Surrender or face the consequences!"
Wingwrath and the rest of the crew on the bridge turned around and saw Wolfbane and the other three Autobots in the entry hatch.
"Face it, whoever you are, You've lost. Now, tell us what we want to know." Ionburst said, leveling his ion cannon at Wingwrath.
"I can't, Autobreath! We have no idea where Lord Darkbane is. Even if we did, we'd never tell you."
"I was almost hoping you'd say that. LET'S TAKE THEM DOWN, AUTOBOTS!" Windsplit shouted, as he started to run into the room. Wolfbane reached out, and grabbed him by the back of his armor.
"No. I'm not going to attack them until I find out just what they know about what's happened to Darkbane. and if I don't issue the command to attack here, we don't attack. GOT THAT?!"
"Whatever you say, Wolfbane."
"So, how about we work together on this one, 'Cons? I want Darkbane, you want your leader back. It's that simple."
"YOU JUST WANT TO PUT HIM OFFLINE! I'LL NEVER LET YOU HARM HIM, WOLFIE BOY!"
"No. one. calls. me. WOLFIE. BOY! IONBURST! OPEN FIRE!" ________________________________________________________________________
Yeah, yeah, weak ending. We've had too many interruptions here today, so it's the best I can come up with. See you later.