I apologise for the lack of updates in the past month but it's really
difficult to upload from a hospital bed. Anyway, this is only a small
update just to let you know that the fic hasn't ended. A bigger update next
time, I promise.
Chapter Twenty-Six:
He transformed, albeit slowly and stood. The inside of his head rattled and his optics shook but he seemed okay in every other respect. How many times had he been in this situation before? How many beatings could his bodies sustain? If his processor stopped skipping for a second, he would probably conclude that he was in some way immortal. They had destroyed his body before, they had replaced his spark, they had made him someone else but he kept coming back. He was always having the last laugh. He raised his hands to his head and steadied himself. Wait, that wasn't right. He looked to his hands.
And only saw one. In fact, he could only see one arm. Where the hell was the other one? Waspinator twisted and turned and within a moment, he could see it. It lay a few feet away in a pile of debris that he could only guess came from him also. He reached behind his head for the wings that should be there but could only feel shards of metal. Guess Waspinator won't be flying any time soon, he thought. He sighed as in the distance he could see the others approach.
* * *
Unicron looked down to the dwindled fields below as he stomped through them. The technorganic plant life had all but died here, their crumbling remnants scattered throughout the place. Was this due to his reformation? Had he somehow sapped the strength of Primus and this home of his? Unicron smiled. Although he wasn't quite the planet destroyer that he once was, this body would serve him well in his destruction of Cybertron. And what defence did Primus offer against his brutality? A few jets that he had swatted away like flies and a troop of miniature Maximals that posed no threat; merely an annoyance. And what would he show in return?
Unequalled devastation.
* * *
"Is everybody alright?" Suteneko Prime asked as his group approached the three jets. He watched as Waspinator reattached his arm; he saw tendrils snake out and grasp the severed limb. The Maximal nodded to him, looking worse for wear but functional. Silverbolt turned to Prime, "What do we do now? We can't possibly have a hope of destroying that thing?"
"We have to give the virus time. In the meantime, we keep him away from Cybertropolis." Prime heard Rattrap laugh to his side. "We can't do this alone." Suteneko Prime smiled and raised his wrist to his mouth.
"Nightscream, come in." There was a second of static, then:
"Nightscream here. Everything's set at this end." The group looked to him and Cloudburst stepped forward.
"What the hell do you have planned?"
* * *
Unicron looked over the city as he approached; a smile crept across his technorganic face exposing his fanged teeth. He towered over the majority of the buildings that made up suburban Cybertropolis; and those that he didn't; he demolished with easy strokes of his technorganic arms.
But this brought him no joy.
There was emptiness to this, a futility that he experienced with each building he decimated. Sure, it had been fun to start with but this place was deserted; and that did, in part, remove the primeval rapture he found. Where had everybody gone? Had someone called a city-wide evacuation?
* * *
"Is he slagging crazy?!?"
Nightscream swung away from his console and jabbed his finger towards the transformer known as Frenzy, an ancient Decepticon turned Neutral. "I want that attitude stowed and those bots online." He moved past the small transformer and towards a larger view screen ahead of him. Images of the Dark Lord swam across it. Frenzy stood aside the Maximal.
"Do you know how long it took for us to rein those two in? A full stellar cycle." Frenzy shook his head, "And you want us to let them loose in the middle of the city?" Nightscream moved again to another view screen; images of CR chambers flooded this one.
"We don't have much of a choice at the moment. Until that virus hits, we need to keep him occupied. I think this will cause a big enough distraction."
He turned to a final view screen that's image had split into two. Each depicting a different giant from transformer history. Nightscream studied them before turning back to Frenzy.
"I want Metroplex and Trypticon back online as soon as possible."
NEXT: CLASH OF THE TITANS
Chapter Twenty-Six:
He transformed, albeit slowly and stood. The inside of his head rattled and his optics shook but he seemed okay in every other respect. How many times had he been in this situation before? How many beatings could his bodies sustain? If his processor stopped skipping for a second, he would probably conclude that he was in some way immortal. They had destroyed his body before, they had replaced his spark, they had made him someone else but he kept coming back. He was always having the last laugh. He raised his hands to his head and steadied himself. Wait, that wasn't right. He looked to his hands.
And only saw one. In fact, he could only see one arm. Where the hell was the other one? Waspinator twisted and turned and within a moment, he could see it. It lay a few feet away in a pile of debris that he could only guess came from him also. He reached behind his head for the wings that should be there but could only feel shards of metal. Guess Waspinator won't be flying any time soon, he thought. He sighed as in the distance he could see the others approach.
* * *
Unicron looked down to the dwindled fields below as he stomped through them. The technorganic plant life had all but died here, their crumbling remnants scattered throughout the place. Was this due to his reformation? Had he somehow sapped the strength of Primus and this home of his? Unicron smiled. Although he wasn't quite the planet destroyer that he once was, this body would serve him well in his destruction of Cybertron. And what defence did Primus offer against his brutality? A few jets that he had swatted away like flies and a troop of miniature Maximals that posed no threat; merely an annoyance. And what would he show in return?
Unequalled devastation.
* * *
"Is everybody alright?" Suteneko Prime asked as his group approached the three jets. He watched as Waspinator reattached his arm; he saw tendrils snake out and grasp the severed limb. The Maximal nodded to him, looking worse for wear but functional. Silverbolt turned to Prime, "What do we do now? We can't possibly have a hope of destroying that thing?"
"We have to give the virus time. In the meantime, we keep him away from Cybertropolis." Prime heard Rattrap laugh to his side. "We can't do this alone." Suteneko Prime smiled and raised his wrist to his mouth.
"Nightscream, come in." There was a second of static, then:
"Nightscream here. Everything's set at this end." The group looked to him and Cloudburst stepped forward.
"What the hell do you have planned?"
* * *
Unicron looked over the city as he approached; a smile crept across his technorganic face exposing his fanged teeth. He towered over the majority of the buildings that made up suburban Cybertropolis; and those that he didn't; he demolished with easy strokes of his technorganic arms.
But this brought him no joy.
There was emptiness to this, a futility that he experienced with each building he decimated. Sure, it had been fun to start with but this place was deserted; and that did, in part, remove the primeval rapture he found. Where had everybody gone? Had someone called a city-wide evacuation?
* * *
"Is he slagging crazy?!?"
Nightscream swung away from his console and jabbed his finger towards the transformer known as Frenzy, an ancient Decepticon turned Neutral. "I want that attitude stowed and those bots online." He moved past the small transformer and towards a larger view screen ahead of him. Images of the Dark Lord swam across it. Frenzy stood aside the Maximal.
"Do you know how long it took for us to rein those two in? A full stellar cycle." Frenzy shook his head, "And you want us to let them loose in the middle of the city?" Nightscream moved again to another view screen; images of CR chambers flooded this one.
"We don't have much of a choice at the moment. Until that virus hits, we need to keep him occupied. I think this will cause a big enough distraction."
He turned to a final view screen that's image had split into two. Each depicting a different giant from transformer history. Nightscream studied them before turning back to Frenzy.
"I want Metroplex and Trypticon back online as soon as possible."
NEXT: CLASH OF THE TITANS