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 own Raiden, Seraphim, Alpha Destroyer and Citadel Supreme. Raiden transforms into a fighter, similar in design to the valkyries/veritechs from Macross/Robotech. Seraphim transforms into a F-4 Phantom. I'm not gonna ruin the surprise of what Citadel Supreme and Alpha Destroyer transform into, just yet. Heh, heh, heh, BWA HA HA HA HA!!!

**Death's Head starts laughing and cackling evilly, annoying his family, friends and characters in his stories.**

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In Neptune's low orbit :

Onboard an old wrecked space station, 4 exhausted and weary Autobots had made their way to what had once been the station OPs centre. Wreck-Gar and Dogfight headed off, in the general direction of the station's med bay, to look for anything that could be used to help the dying Goldbug. Seraphim, was trying to get the station's sensors online, and hissed as sparks erupted from a nearby console. Goldbug, lying on a bench nearby, looked at her.

"Still..... trying to...... find the...... communications..... array?"

Seraphim looked at her oldest friend.

"Don't worry Goldie, I'll find it and then we'll have a transport here getting us back home. You'll be good as new in no time."

"Heh... I'm still..... good to.... go Sera...."

Seraphim turned away from him and returned her gaze to the wrecked console before her. She punched some buttons which brought up the radar screen. She examined the screen, her optics wide.

"I don't believe them." Seraphim grabbed her communicator and thumbed a control "Dogfight! Wreck-Gar! Get back to Ops now! We've got company!"

Dogfight's response was prompt.

"Company? You mean Scourge and his cronies?"

"Got it right first time. Get back here!"

"On our way. We have some patch up kits for Goldbug. ETA 5 minutes. Dogfight out."

Seraphim glanced over her shoulder at Goldbug.

"Don't worry Goldie, Dogfight's got some kits to fix you up, good as new."

Goldbug managed to stand on shaky legs, the hole in his chassis weeping lubricant. He nodded weakly at Seraphim.

"No worries...... there Sera...... What's the..... screen say.....?"

Seraphim faced him.

"Goldbug! You should be lying down...."

"No time.... Decepticons will.... be here.... too soon...."

Seraphim nodded and looked at another console.

"Well, we'll have some props ready for them. I've just found weapons control, so I should be able to prepare a appropriate welcome for them."

Goldbug smirked, painfully.

"That's my... Sera...." He raised his blaster weakly and checked it's power. Full charge.

Dogfight and Wreck-Gar entered OPs and hurried over to them.

"We found an armoury during our journey," Dogfight said as Wreck-Gar treated Goldbug "Suffice to say, if we can lure the Deceps, along the path leading to the armoury, blow the armoury, blow the Deceps."

"What about us?" Seraphim asked.

Dogfight smiled.

"Got a transport ready. It'll take us to the surface, but apparently there's a base down there with interstellar transport. Take one of them, then head back to Earth."

Before Seraphim could reply, the station rocked as the Decepticons attacked.

"Damn them! Dogfight! Help me with the weapons control! Wreck-Gar seal the room! Goldbug...."

Goldbug had disappeared. Seraphim looked at Dogfight. He shook his head.

"Let him go Seraphim. We all must face our destiny. Let's just try and take out as many Deceps as we can."

Seraphim nodded and faced the console. She prayed Goldbug would be alright.

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Outside the station :

Scourge aimed Fracas and fired at the nearest laser turret, destroying it instantly. With the station's defences destroyed, they could approach. He faced Cyclonus and his fellow Targetmasters.

"Now, Search and Destroy!"

Misfire chuckled and raised Aimless.

"Ready Aimless?"

"Ready and willing Misfire! Time to fry some Autobots!"

Slugslinger looked at Caliburst.

"We want some too, right?"

"You bet Slugslinger! I'm gonna blow an Autobot into microscopic pieces!!"

Both Slugslinger and Misfire flew towards the station, Astrotrain in close pursuit. Triggerhappy looked at Cyclonus and Scourge.

"We may want to keep a couple of them alive. For information purposes and maybe to torment the Autobots."

Cyclonus nodded.

"Triggerhappy's right. We will need information Scourge."

Scourge smiled evilly.

"But of course. And torture can be so.....informative as well."

Cyclonus laughed.

"You're an evil mechanoid Scourge. Let's get this over with."

Cyclonus and Scourge flew after the other Decepticons. Triggerhappy sighed and looked at Blowpipe.

"I have a bad feeling about this Blowpipe."

"Yeah. What do we need with hostages? We still have that Autobot shuttle and Pretender onboard the ship. This looks bad."

Triggerhappy flew after the others.

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In one of the station's corridors :

Goldbug had ducked behind some fallen rubble as Misfire and Slugslinger fired their partners at him. Cyclonus, Scourge and Triggerhappy joined in.

Goldbug grumbled.

"Damned Targetmasters! Why don't.... you go.... and blow.... yourselves.... out the airlock!!"

Scourge snarled.

"Come out Throttlebot! Don't make this any harder on yourself!"

"Really Scourge? Your concern... for my wellbeing.... is rather.... disturbing!"

Goldbug turned and fired numerous rapid blasts at them. Slugslinger was hit in the arm and Misfire in the throat.

Cyclonus aimed Nightstick at Goldbug and fired. The blasts slammed into Goldbugs shoulder, sending him flying into the wall. Goldbug retaliated by firing his blaster at a pipe just behind the Decepticons. The pipe ruptured under the blaster fire, spilling it's contents onto the Decepticons. Triggerhappy fired two shots from Blowpipe. Both shots slammed into Goldbug's chest wound, frying his internal circuitry. Goldbug staggered under the shots, his face grimacing in pain. He tried, valiantly to raise his blaster, only to have Scourge fire Fracas, destroying Goldbug's arm. Cyclonus, Astrotrain and Scourge kept firing their weapons, each shot hitting the heroic Autobot, until Goldbug slumped against the wall. Lubricant leaking from his many wounds, he raised his head and stared at the Decepticons with contempt.

"Wha.....t..... are .....you.... wai..... ting....for? Fin....ish.... me....."

Cyclonus smiled and raised Nightstick.

"You fought like a true warrior Autobot. You truly deserve an honourable death." He faced Astrotrain "Take his head."

Astrotrain walked towards Goldbug.

"Farewell Autobot."

With one swipe of his sword, Goldbug's head was sliced off and landed at Triggerhappy's feet. He bent down and picked it up.

"This... is getting dangerous."

Scourge laughed.

"That it is Triggerhappy. Now, it's time to finish the others."

The Decepticons walked down the corridor, Goldbug's head on Triggerhappy's waist.

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Death's Head – Well, the fall of one of the greats. I truly do admire and respect Goldbug, but I have plans, yes? Death's Head will be back in the next chapter, with reinforcements, some more death's, an escape and Raiden's insanity grows. R&R please.