TRANSFORMERS : DEATH'S HEAD.
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Disclaimer :
Death's Head - I do not own Transformers or Death's Head. Mattel, Hasbro, Marvel U.S. and Marvel U.K. have that honour. I don't own Galactus or (Reed) Richards (Fantastic Four) or the 'Gallifreyan' (reference to Doctor Who.). They are owned by their respective creators. I only own Raiden and Seraphim (who aren't in this chapter, WAHHHH!!!!!)
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Elsewhere on Cybertron :
In an abandoned building near what was once Cybertron's main spaceport (After Unicron, it was never rebuilt.), Death's Head sighed and looked at his chronometer. The client was late.
Time. Never enough of it, yes? That accursed Gallifreyen! If I EVER encounter him again, I'll... Death's Head slammed his fist into the wall If it wasn't for that accursed Richards, I probably would've been stuck at that size, FOREVER!! Still, I have to give the human credit, yes? He DID create the deivce which allowed me to shift back to my original form, while still alllowing me to shift back to that ignoble size.
Death's Head looked out over the wasteland and grimaced. Ever since this war had started, so long ago, Cybertron had changed dramatically. Whilst he wasn't as old as Vector Sigma and Emirate Xaaron, Death's Head had run into the mech who became Optimus Prime, Orion Pax. Death's Head did NOT like Orion. Orion was too.... pure. Death's Head had often snuck up behind Orion, and levelled the barrel of his blaster and could've of destroyed Orion numerous times. Death's Head frowned. He never had found out where he had been created. His current body, was only the recent in a list of bodies which spanned the millennia, and Death's Head found himself thinking, what if HE had been created as a Transformer? Which side would he be on? Autobot? Decepticon? Death's Head sighed again. No point in thinking of the past. Time to think of his next assignment and pay.
Movement behind him, caught the attention of his sensors. Death's Head, hands before him, had removed his right hand and placed the blaster attachment in it's place. He was about to turn, when a voice he thought he would never hear again spoke from the darkness.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous bounty hunter, Death's Head. Heh, it pleases me, that you have decided to accept my gracious assignment."
Death's Head faced the speaker, noting the black armour with purple tinge. The Decepticon emblem emblazoned on the mech's chest. He glared at him.
"It's freelance peacekeeping agent, yes? Get it right, or I'll kill you again Shanix."
"It's LORD Shanix to you scum." Shanix hissed as he walked over and stood in front of Death's Head.
"I should've taken your head last time, but I thought I'd leave it for Shockwave to have fun with."
"Yes, well, Shockwave was an idiot. You did me a favour destroying him. Saved me the trouble."
Death's Head frowned.
"As fun as it has been, reliving old home week, let's get down to business, yes?"
"Straight to the point, I admire that in my business associates." Shanix sat on an outcrop of metal and faced him.
"My, 'job' as you so phrase it, is simple. Megatron achieved it once before, now I want it. Bring me the head of the Prime."
"They're two Primes now. Oh, that's right, I forgot, you spent most of the past million years in a vat full of green slimey liquid, yes? Pleasant experience, eh?"
Shanix frowned behind his face mask.
"Have a care mech. I am not to be trifled with."
"Do the rest of the Decepticon's know about your 'release'? Or is this a personal thing?"
"Both. With the heads of the, Primes, I can wrest control of the Decepticons away from that interloper."
"Bludgeon that bad of a leader? Better than Ratbat at least."
Shanix grimaced "Any of them are better than Galvatron. If only Megatron was here, now HE knew how to lead the Decepticons, as much as I hate to admit it."
"Megatron disappeared before the Unicron debacle, yes?"
"Apparently so. Still," Shanix looked at Death's Head "Destroy the Primes, bring me their heads, and I'll make you very rich."
"How? You don't even have any allies here on Cybertron. What can you pay me with?"
Shanix's optics sparkled.
"Information. Valuable information concerning a certain entity known as a 'Doctor'."
Death's Head faced Shanix, his own optics gleaming.
"Show me some proof you have such information. Last time I heard that, I was almost destroyed when my ship collided with Galactus's ship."
"Galactus, pah! Unicron would've loved to meet that fleshling."
"How do you know of Unicron?"
"I may've just been a head when Unicron attacked, but I was hooked into the mainframe." Shanix taps the side of his head "The entire knowledge of Cybertron, know runs through my CPU. And before you think of destroying me, know that this body is just a construct. I'm speaking to you via remote uplink."
Death's Head lowered his blaster, by a fraction.
"Who else do you want slagged?"
"Fortress Maximus and Metroplex. For them, I can have some Decepticons, still loyal to me, assist you."
"Costly. Expensive, very expensive. But do-able. But, as well as the information, I will want more, yes?"
Shanix nodded.
"Example?"
"I'll let you know." Death's Head turned and walked out of the building.
Shanix watched him go, a smile spread under his facemask as he touched the communicator on his wrist.
"He's taken it."
A slight drawn was heard before the reply came.
"Excellent. Now, I shall assemble my troops and leave Charr. Shanix, serve me well, and Cybertron will be yours."
"Thank you."
"How are you to address me, SLAVE!?!?"
"Yes, ......my Master. I.... exist to serve you..... Mighty Galvatron."
Maniacal laughter spewed forth from the communicator.
"Yes!! I am the Master, YOU are the slave. Remember your place, and I won't put you back where I found you. Make the preparations. I want the space bridge powered and ready in one cycle!"
The communicator went dead, and Shanix hissed.
"Soon, my Master, I will be in charge, and you'll be dead."
Shanix turned and left the building. He had a lot to discuss with Bludgeon, Ratbat and Shockwave. Their plan was proceeding accordingly.
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Death's Head - Well, this one was inspired by reading one of my old Transformers U.K. comics, with a character by the name of Lord Shanix. Although, only his HEAD was in it, he was still a good character and I thought why not add him. R&R please.
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Disclaimer :
Death's Head - I do not own Transformers or Death's Head. Mattel, Hasbro, Marvel U.S. and Marvel U.K. have that honour. I don't own Galactus or (Reed) Richards (Fantastic Four) or the 'Gallifreyan' (reference to Doctor Who.). They are owned by their respective creators. I only own Raiden and Seraphim (who aren't in this chapter, WAHHHH!!!!!)
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Elsewhere on Cybertron :
In an abandoned building near what was once Cybertron's main spaceport (After Unicron, it was never rebuilt.), Death's Head sighed and looked at his chronometer. The client was late.
Time. Never enough of it, yes? That accursed Gallifreyen! If I EVER encounter him again, I'll... Death's Head slammed his fist into the wall If it wasn't for that accursed Richards, I probably would've been stuck at that size, FOREVER!! Still, I have to give the human credit, yes? He DID create the deivce which allowed me to shift back to my original form, while still alllowing me to shift back to that ignoble size.
Death's Head looked out over the wasteland and grimaced. Ever since this war had started, so long ago, Cybertron had changed dramatically. Whilst he wasn't as old as Vector Sigma and Emirate Xaaron, Death's Head had run into the mech who became Optimus Prime, Orion Pax. Death's Head did NOT like Orion. Orion was too.... pure. Death's Head had often snuck up behind Orion, and levelled the barrel of his blaster and could've of destroyed Orion numerous times. Death's Head frowned. He never had found out where he had been created. His current body, was only the recent in a list of bodies which spanned the millennia, and Death's Head found himself thinking, what if HE had been created as a Transformer? Which side would he be on? Autobot? Decepticon? Death's Head sighed again. No point in thinking of the past. Time to think of his next assignment and pay.
Movement behind him, caught the attention of his sensors. Death's Head, hands before him, had removed his right hand and placed the blaster attachment in it's place. He was about to turn, when a voice he thought he would never hear again spoke from the darkness.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous bounty hunter, Death's Head. Heh, it pleases me, that you have decided to accept my gracious assignment."
Death's Head faced the speaker, noting the black armour with purple tinge. The Decepticon emblem emblazoned on the mech's chest. He glared at him.
"It's freelance peacekeeping agent, yes? Get it right, or I'll kill you again Shanix."
"It's LORD Shanix to you scum." Shanix hissed as he walked over and stood in front of Death's Head.
"I should've taken your head last time, but I thought I'd leave it for Shockwave to have fun with."
"Yes, well, Shockwave was an idiot. You did me a favour destroying him. Saved me the trouble."
Death's Head frowned.
"As fun as it has been, reliving old home week, let's get down to business, yes?"
"Straight to the point, I admire that in my business associates." Shanix sat on an outcrop of metal and faced him.
"My, 'job' as you so phrase it, is simple. Megatron achieved it once before, now I want it. Bring me the head of the Prime."
"They're two Primes now. Oh, that's right, I forgot, you spent most of the past million years in a vat full of green slimey liquid, yes? Pleasant experience, eh?"
Shanix frowned behind his face mask.
"Have a care mech. I am not to be trifled with."
"Do the rest of the Decepticon's know about your 'release'? Or is this a personal thing?"
"Both. With the heads of the, Primes, I can wrest control of the Decepticons away from that interloper."
"Bludgeon that bad of a leader? Better than Ratbat at least."
Shanix grimaced "Any of them are better than Galvatron. If only Megatron was here, now HE knew how to lead the Decepticons, as much as I hate to admit it."
"Megatron disappeared before the Unicron debacle, yes?"
"Apparently so. Still," Shanix looked at Death's Head "Destroy the Primes, bring me their heads, and I'll make you very rich."
"How? You don't even have any allies here on Cybertron. What can you pay me with?"
Shanix's optics sparkled.
"Information. Valuable information concerning a certain entity known as a 'Doctor'."
Death's Head faced Shanix, his own optics gleaming.
"Show me some proof you have such information. Last time I heard that, I was almost destroyed when my ship collided with Galactus's ship."
"Galactus, pah! Unicron would've loved to meet that fleshling."
"How do you know of Unicron?"
"I may've just been a head when Unicron attacked, but I was hooked into the mainframe." Shanix taps the side of his head "The entire knowledge of Cybertron, know runs through my CPU. And before you think of destroying me, know that this body is just a construct. I'm speaking to you via remote uplink."
Death's Head lowered his blaster, by a fraction.
"Who else do you want slagged?"
"Fortress Maximus and Metroplex. For them, I can have some Decepticons, still loyal to me, assist you."
"Costly. Expensive, very expensive. But do-able. But, as well as the information, I will want more, yes?"
Shanix nodded.
"Example?"
"I'll let you know." Death's Head turned and walked out of the building.
Shanix watched him go, a smile spread under his facemask as he touched the communicator on his wrist.
"He's taken it."
A slight drawn was heard before the reply came.
"Excellent. Now, I shall assemble my troops and leave Charr. Shanix, serve me well, and Cybertron will be yours."
"Thank you."
"How are you to address me, SLAVE!?!?"
"Yes, ......my Master. I.... exist to serve you..... Mighty Galvatron."
Maniacal laughter spewed forth from the communicator.
"Yes!! I am the Master, YOU are the slave. Remember your place, and I won't put you back where I found you. Make the preparations. I want the space bridge powered and ready in one cycle!"
The communicator went dead, and Shanix hissed.
"Soon, my Master, I will be in charge, and you'll be dead."
Shanix turned and left the building. He had a lot to discuss with Bludgeon, Ratbat and Shockwave. Their plan was proceeding accordingly.
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Death's Head - Well, this one was inspired by reading one of my old Transformers U.K. comics, with a character by the name of Lord Shanix. Although, only his HEAD was in it, he was still a good character and I thought why not add him. R&R please.