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 only own Raiden and Seraphim. Raiden transforms into a fighter similar to the fighters in Macross/Robotech. Seraphim can transform into a F4 Phantom jet.
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On Earth, within Metroplex :
Seraphim sighed as she walked along the corridor. She had been reassigned, as had Goldbug, from sentry duty, to system patrol. Meaning, the two of them, as well as three other Autobots, had to patrol Earth's system, and keep an optic out for any Decepticon activity.
Seraphim could only guess why she had been reassigned. The rumour running all over Metroplex must be true. Optimus and Rodimus, as well as Fortress Maximus and Metroplex itself, had been targeted for assassination. Therefore, an increase in patrols was expected. She stopped in front of the door leading to one of the many labs. Knowing Goldbug was going to be with her on this mission made her feel contented. She knew him well, and was grateful for his friendship. She pressed the button on the door, and as it slid open she looked in the room, with widening optics.
The room was a complete mess, filled with junk. As she entered, grease and other lubricants erupted from a pipe, covering her with it's sticky residue. She wiped some of the muck from her eyes and glared at the room's lone occupant.
"Have no fear, seven day warranty on new wax and finish. But, I know you want more!!"
"Wreak-Gar...."
The Junkion smiled broadly as he walked over to her.
"Come one, come all. Come on down, you're the next contestant on the price is right!"
"No Wreak-Gar, the price is NOT right. Now, I'm going to have to go and have a sonic bath to get rid of this gunk."
Wreak-Gar smile broaden even greater.
"Sonic Bath's 'R' Us. You don't like, we give you one free. Satisfaction, guaranteed."
Seraphim glared at him, then smiled.
"Or your money back?"
"But of course."
Seraphim shook her head and looked at him.
"When did you get back from Junk? I thought you would be there helping with the construction, or perhaps DEconstruction would be more appropriate."
Wreak-Gar handed her a rag.
"Another's Mech's trash, is our treasure. Swap meets held constantly."
Seraphim accepted it, and tried to wipe the sticky gunk off her.
"True. Did you hear the news?"
Wreak-Gar nodded.
"Tribal council has declared you are the weakest link. Goodbye."
"Heh, something like that. As far as I know, Goldbug is going to be the only Autobot on this patrol I know. **sigh** I wish I didn't have to go."
Wreak-Gar looked at her, a fatherly look on his face.
"Goldbug is a good boy, he'll treat you well."
Seraphim looked up at him.
"Treat me well? Please explain."
The cheeky grin appeared on Wreak-Gar's face again.
"Have no fear! Wreak-Gar, leader of all, wisest of many shall accompany thee, on thy perilous mission." He paused, the grin even broader "All this and more, on News at eleven."
Seraphim was about to reply, when Goldbug called her on her communicator.
"Sera, can you find Wreak-Gar and come down to landing pad 18. I'm here with the other two members of our team."
"I'm with Wreak-Gar now. See you soon. Seraphim, out." She looked at him "Shall we?"
Wreak-Gar nodded as he walked with her to the door, then stopped. He looked at her stained paintjob.
"With a complexion such as yours, I would recommend a nice foundation." He lifted a hose, and pointed it at her.
Seraphim looked at him, backing away slowly.
"Don't you da..ACKK!!"
Seraphim was blasted by the high pressure water which came spurting out from the hose.
"When taking a shower, I always use Head & Shoulders shampoo." Wreak-Gar chortled.
"WREAK-GAR!!!!" Seraphim roared.
The hose dropped from his hands, and he stared at the very annoyed and angry Seraphim. He gulped.
"Whoopsie, wrong bathroom. Exit, stage left."
As the door opened, Wreak-Gar lept out, transforming into his motorcycle form, roaring down the corridor. Seraphim staggered to the door, and glared at Sideswipe, Kup and Hound.
"WHERE?"
Kup pointed down the corridor.
"He went that way lass."
Seraphim nodded, then transformed into her jet form, blasting down the corridor. Sideswipe looked at Hound and Kup.
"I'll bet you a hundred creds, she doesn't get him."
Hound chuckled.
"Two hundred says she gets him, AND strings him out to dry."
Kup grinned.
"Lads, three hundred says your both wrong. I say, Optimus will stop her."
"Specifics, eh Kup? Ok, I'm game." Sideswipe transformed "I'm gonna go and watch the show. You losers coming, or do I have to chase you down to get my winnings?"
Sideswipe took off down the corridor, leaving Kup and Hound standing there. They looked at each other, then transformed and followed Sideswipe.
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Death's Head - I had to add Wreak-Gar. I had to. I like the Junkion, heh, heh, heh. I'm having a little trouble with dialogue for him though, so if you have any suggestions, let me know. 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 only own Raiden and Seraphim. Raiden transforms into a fighter similar to the fighters in Macross/Robotech. Seraphim can transform into a F4 Phantom jet.
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On Earth, within Metroplex :
Seraphim sighed as she walked along the corridor. She had been reassigned, as had Goldbug, from sentry duty, to system patrol. Meaning, the two of them, as well as three other Autobots, had to patrol Earth's system, and keep an optic out for any Decepticon activity.
Seraphim could only guess why she had been reassigned. The rumour running all over Metroplex must be true. Optimus and Rodimus, as well as Fortress Maximus and Metroplex itself, had been targeted for assassination. Therefore, an increase in patrols was expected. She stopped in front of the door leading to one of the many labs. Knowing Goldbug was going to be with her on this mission made her feel contented. She knew him well, and was grateful for his friendship. She pressed the button on the door, and as it slid open she looked in the room, with widening optics.
The room was a complete mess, filled with junk. As she entered, grease and other lubricants erupted from a pipe, covering her with it's sticky residue. She wiped some of the muck from her eyes and glared at the room's lone occupant.
"Have no fear, seven day warranty on new wax and finish. But, I know you want more!!"
"Wreak-Gar...."
The Junkion smiled broadly as he walked over to her.
"Come one, come all. Come on down, you're the next contestant on the price is right!"
"No Wreak-Gar, the price is NOT right. Now, I'm going to have to go and have a sonic bath to get rid of this gunk."
Wreak-Gar smile broaden even greater.
"Sonic Bath's 'R' Us. You don't like, we give you one free. Satisfaction, guaranteed."
Seraphim glared at him, then smiled.
"Or your money back?"
"But of course."
Seraphim shook her head and looked at him.
"When did you get back from Junk? I thought you would be there helping with the construction, or perhaps DEconstruction would be more appropriate."
Wreak-Gar handed her a rag.
"Another's Mech's trash, is our treasure. Swap meets held constantly."
Seraphim accepted it, and tried to wipe the sticky gunk off her.
"True. Did you hear the news?"
Wreak-Gar nodded.
"Tribal council has declared you are the weakest link. Goodbye."
"Heh, something like that. As far as I know, Goldbug is going to be the only Autobot on this patrol I know. **sigh** I wish I didn't have to go."
Wreak-Gar looked at her, a fatherly look on his face.
"Goldbug is a good boy, he'll treat you well."
Seraphim looked up at him.
"Treat me well? Please explain."
The cheeky grin appeared on Wreak-Gar's face again.
"Have no fear! Wreak-Gar, leader of all, wisest of many shall accompany thee, on thy perilous mission." He paused, the grin even broader "All this and more, on News at eleven."
Seraphim was about to reply, when Goldbug called her on her communicator.
"Sera, can you find Wreak-Gar and come down to landing pad 18. I'm here with the other two members of our team."
"I'm with Wreak-Gar now. See you soon. Seraphim, out." She looked at him "Shall we?"
Wreak-Gar nodded as he walked with her to the door, then stopped. He looked at her stained paintjob.
"With a complexion such as yours, I would recommend a nice foundation." He lifted a hose, and pointed it at her.
Seraphim looked at him, backing away slowly.
"Don't you da..ACKK!!"
Seraphim was blasted by the high pressure water which came spurting out from the hose.
"When taking a shower, I always use Head & Shoulders shampoo." Wreak-Gar chortled.
"WREAK-GAR!!!!" Seraphim roared.
The hose dropped from his hands, and he stared at the very annoyed and angry Seraphim. He gulped.
"Whoopsie, wrong bathroom. Exit, stage left."
As the door opened, Wreak-Gar lept out, transforming into his motorcycle form, roaring down the corridor. Seraphim staggered to the door, and glared at Sideswipe, Kup and Hound.
"WHERE?"
Kup pointed down the corridor.
"He went that way lass."
Seraphim nodded, then transformed into her jet form, blasting down the corridor. Sideswipe looked at Hound and Kup.
"I'll bet you a hundred creds, she doesn't get him."
Hound chuckled.
"Two hundred says she gets him, AND strings him out to dry."
Kup grinned.
"Lads, three hundred says your both wrong. I say, Optimus will stop her."
"Specifics, eh Kup? Ok, I'm game." Sideswipe transformed "I'm gonna go and watch the show. You losers coming, or do I have to chase you down to get my winnings?"
Sideswipe took off down the corridor, leaving Kup and Hound standing there. They looked at each other, then transformed and followed Sideswipe.
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Death's Head - I had to add Wreak-Gar. I had to. I like the Junkion, heh, heh, heh. I'm having a little trouble with dialogue for him though, so if you have any suggestions, let me know. R&R please.