A brewing Rebellion
Hotrod crouched down behind a blind of discarded junk, holding his blaster ready. 'Come on…' He thought impatiently 'Kup's gonna kill me!' The young Autobot watched as the sentinel trudged past him in it's heavy gait.
Once sure the sentinel had past and was a safe distance away Hotrod transformed into his alternate mode, that of a sleek sports car, and tore away from his hiding place heading for the wastelands, home base. The data disk he carried had the codes to Shockwave's tower and all of the schematics. It would be invaluable to the up coming rebellion by the citizens of Cybertron. If Hotrod had be caught or, more likely, destroyed by the Sentinel then everything would be for nothing. All the friends lost would have been vain casualties.
It wasn't until he spied a greenish glint on the horizon that he dared cut back on his throttle. It was Springer, and that meant he'd made it finally and safely back home. "Springer!" He called over his com "Are you a sight for sore eyes!"
"Cut the chatter Hotrod! Did you get it?"
"Right here…" Hotrod transformed and held the disk up toward Springer. His friends chiding tone cut him however.
"Hotspot taking that sentinel for a ride?" Spring asked coldly as he took the data disk. "You know you might have lead Shockwave right to us…"
"Er…" Hotrod looked at the ground. "No… Hotspot is…"
"I see…" Springer said "I suppose we should inform Kup. I hope this little disk was worth the price." Springer shook his head. "Hotspot, Gearbox, Boomer… And I've lost count of how many others." He looked at the disk intently. "We've been busy while you were away. Decepticons found the base."
"Is Arcee…!?" Hotrod started but Springer held up a hand.
"She's fine. Everyone is. Well, except the Decepticons that found the base." The Autobot grinned. "They wont be telling anyone anything."
Hotrod knew very well what his friend meant, no one was allowed to find the base and get away. With a grim nod Hotrod transformed back and sped for home as Springer Transformed into a helicopter like vehicle and followed right behind. "Springer? I think we're about to end this war once and for all."
"I hope so buddy… I really hope so."
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Shockwave watched the two Autobot rebels on his monitor. "Impressive is it not Soundwave? These fool believe that I would allow them to steal the data for my tower without a reason? They are as illogical as you are cold." Shockwave turned is single glowing orb on his stoic and silent aide. He ran his hand over his blaster arm in thought. "They will give the data to Kup, their defacto leader, and analyze it for a weakness in my security, that much is perfectly logical. The most certain use of the disk is it not?"
Soundwave nodded.
"Then finding the erroneous data I had implanted in the disk they will walk right into my trap. That is the most logical event as well. As will their deployment of Superion and the true assault on our false weakness, by these two, Kup and several of their best while the rest of their group tries to incite a riot in the streets of Iocon. All so perfectly logical that it was easy to predict and counter them… Call back Buzzoff, Soundwave. We have no farther use of them." Shockwave said turning his chair back towards a flashing monitor.
"Yes, Shockwave." Soundwave said in his strange reverberating monotone. "Buzzoff return to base. Operation tracking complete. It is done Shockwave."
"Good good. Leave me now Soundwave and go recharge yourself. You will need it." His superior said waving him off.
Soundwave nodded "Yes, Shockwave." he said but his Ruby red visor flashed dangerously at Shockwave's back as he departed, Shockwave was walking a dangerous line and did not even know it yet.
Shockwave turned and watched the door slide shut behind Soundwave. "You think you have me outsmarted do you Soundwave? Well your usefulness is fast coming to a close my old friend. Then you too will be yet another sacrifice."
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Starscream couldn't help but laugh. Since Megatron's disposal he had out played everyone, Ultra Magnus, Soundwave and Shockwave and even the Autobot rebels. Everything was going according to his plans. His and his alone. The Combaticons had been refurbished and repaired and upgraded since their bout with Menasor and Abominus. Bruticus had become Ruination. Soon he thought I will have all of Cybertron in my hands. Well might Megatron what do you think of that?
Shockwave might be the most gifted strategist Cybertron had ever produced and yet he had his flaws. He thought only in the patterns of logic. Illogical motivations of assumptions baffled him and would ruin even his most well laid plans. Starscream was going to take advantage of that.
"Well now…" He said turning to look at the much smaller figure beside him. "It seems all is as I wish it to be. Soon I will reactivate the Combaticons and let Ruination loose upon Iocon, Even Shockwave's sentinels will be helpless."
"You overestimate your chances and are greatly deluded as to your skill Cybertronian." Replied the small figure with an air of superiority. "You will fail. We did not build the sentinels so weak as to let your pathetic gestalt defeat them."
"You'd best watch your mouths Quintisson." Starscream warned. "Or I'll feed you to those Sharkicons you love so much." the Decepticon laughed as the Quintisson's superior air melted into one of fear. "I thought as much. You're all talk little Quintisson." he mocked "No wonder your people couldn't hold Cybertron." The little Quintisson growled as his five faces spun in anger at Starscream's jests and turned to leave. "Very well, Cybertronian, we will see how your great plans play out."
"They will play out perfectly. I have thought of everything." The large transformer replied haughtily.
"We'll see." The Quintisson said as he looked at a small video com in his tentacles. "We… Shall… See…" A grin played at his active face.
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In the void of space the Quintisson's greatest ally was hurtling toward a barren spot in the wastelands of Cybertron. Sixshot was bringing what was soon to become the most powerful weapon in the war. The Assulticons were mere breems from being unleashed upon the face of Cybertron and Iocon.
Hotrod crouched down behind a blind of discarded junk, holding his blaster ready. 'Come on…' He thought impatiently 'Kup's gonna kill me!' The young Autobot watched as the sentinel trudged past him in it's heavy gait.
Once sure the sentinel had past and was a safe distance away Hotrod transformed into his alternate mode, that of a sleek sports car, and tore away from his hiding place heading for the wastelands, home base. The data disk he carried had the codes to Shockwave's tower and all of the schematics. It would be invaluable to the up coming rebellion by the citizens of Cybertron. If Hotrod had be caught or, more likely, destroyed by the Sentinel then everything would be for nothing. All the friends lost would have been vain casualties.
It wasn't until he spied a greenish glint on the horizon that he dared cut back on his throttle. It was Springer, and that meant he'd made it finally and safely back home. "Springer!" He called over his com "Are you a sight for sore eyes!"
"Cut the chatter Hotrod! Did you get it?"
"Right here…" Hotrod transformed and held the disk up toward Springer. His friends chiding tone cut him however.
"Hotspot taking that sentinel for a ride?" Spring asked coldly as he took the data disk. "You know you might have lead Shockwave right to us…"
"Er…" Hotrod looked at the ground. "No… Hotspot is…"
"I see…" Springer said "I suppose we should inform Kup. I hope this little disk was worth the price." Springer shook his head. "Hotspot, Gearbox, Boomer… And I've lost count of how many others." He looked at the disk intently. "We've been busy while you were away. Decepticons found the base."
"Is Arcee…!?" Hotrod started but Springer held up a hand.
"She's fine. Everyone is. Well, except the Decepticons that found the base." The Autobot grinned. "They wont be telling anyone anything."
Hotrod knew very well what his friend meant, no one was allowed to find the base and get away. With a grim nod Hotrod transformed back and sped for home as Springer Transformed into a helicopter like vehicle and followed right behind. "Springer? I think we're about to end this war once and for all."
"I hope so buddy… I really hope so."
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Shockwave watched the two Autobot rebels on his monitor. "Impressive is it not Soundwave? These fool believe that I would allow them to steal the data for my tower without a reason? They are as illogical as you are cold." Shockwave turned is single glowing orb on his stoic and silent aide. He ran his hand over his blaster arm in thought. "They will give the data to Kup, their defacto leader, and analyze it for a weakness in my security, that much is perfectly logical. The most certain use of the disk is it not?"
Soundwave nodded.
"Then finding the erroneous data I had implanted in the disk they will walk right into my trap. That is the most logical event as well. As will their deployment of Superion and the true assault on our false weakness, by these two, Kup and several of their best while the rest of their group tries to incite a riot in the streets of Iocon. All so perfectly logical that it was easy to predict and counter them… Call back Buzzoff, Soundwave. We have no farther use of them." Shockwave said turning his chair back towards a flashing monitor.
"Yes, Shockwave." Soundwave said in his strange reverberating monotone. "Buzzoff return to base. Operation tracking complete. It is done Shockwave."
"Good good. Leave me now Soundwave and go recharge yourself. You will need it." His superior said waving him off.
Soundwave nodded "Yes, Shockwave." he said but his Ruby red visor flashed dangerously at Shockwave's back as he departed, Shockwave was walking a dangerous line and did not even know it yet.
Shockwave turned and watched the door slide shut behind Soundwave. "You think you have me outsmarted do you Soundwave? Well your usefulness is fast coming to a close my old friend. Then you too will be yet another sacrifice."
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Starscream couldn't help but laugh. Since Megatron's disposal he had out played everyone, Ultra Magnus, Soundwave and Shockwave and even the Autobot rebels. Everything was going according to his plans. His and his alone. The Combaticons had been refurbished and repaired and upgraded since their bout with Menasor and Abominus. Bruticus had become Ruination. Soon he thought I will have all of Cybertron in my hands. Well might Megatron what do you think of that?
Shockwave might be the most gifted strategist Cybertron had ever produced and yet he had his flaws. He thought only in the patterns of logic. Illogical motivations of assumptions baffled him and would ruin even his most well laid plans. Starscream was going to take advantage of that.
"Well now…" He said turning to look at the much smaller figure beside him. "It seems all is as I wish it to be. Soon I will reactivate the Combaticons and let Ruination loose upon Iocon, Even Shockwave's sentinels will be helpless."
"You overestimate your chances and are greatly deluded as to your skill Cybertronian." Replied the small figure with an air of superiority. "You will fail. We did not build the sentinels so weak as to let your pathetic gestalt defeat them."
"You'd best watch your mouths Quintisson." Starscream warned. "Or I'll feed you to those Sharkicons you love so much." the Decepticon laughed as the Quintisson's superior air melted into one of fear. "I thought as much. You're all talk little Quintisson." he mocked "No wonder your people couldn't hold Cybertron." The little Quintisson growled as his five faces spun in anger at Starscream's jests and turned to leave. "Very well, Cybertronian, we will see how your great plans play out."
"They will play out perfectly. I have thought of everything." The large transformer replied haughtily.
"We'll see." The Quintisson said as he looked at a small video com in his tentacles. "We… Shall… See…" A grin played at his active face.
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In the void of space the Quintisson's greatest ally was hurtling toward a barren spot in the wastelands of Cybertron. Sixshot was bringing what was soon to become the most powerful weapon in the war. The Assulticons were mere breems from being unleashed upon the face of Cybertron and Iocon.