Thanx for the review, goldenkingcobra ^_~ your review finally got
through to me ^___^ and Pivot, man you sure it that stuff on the nail. I
hope the end of this chapter will have you laughing ^___^
whew, this story has taken an interesting curve, hasn't it? What have I gotten myself into? 0.o oh well, I just go with it. Now, on with the chapter...
Chapter 26
Attitude
"Hey, Emrial, you out here?" Hot Shot kicked the dust outside of the base. "What'd I do to tick you off?" He stared at the red soil.
"Hot Shot, come back inside. She's obviously not out here." Red Alert appeared at the entrance of the cave.
"I know, but where'd she go?" The desperate Autobot slid down to sit beside a large boulder.
"I don't know, but Emrial's capable of fending for herself. I'm sure she'll be alright." Red Alert placed a comforting hand on his fellow warrior's shoulder. "Now come on. We've got a lot of work to do." Red straightened himself up.
Hot Shot pounded his fists into the ground. "That girl just ticks me off. What'd she mean by 'you must defeat Unicron' and 'you're so pathetic. You're planet is doomed'?"
Red shook his head, his solitary red optic scanning the horizon. "I don't know."
"Hm?" Something caught the med-bot's attention. A white piece of fabric flapped in the breeze underneath his foot. Red lifted his foot and picked the cloth up. It bore the Autobot symbol, and it had shoeprints marked all over it.
Red sighed, showing the trampled Autobot insignia to his friend. Hot Shot took it carefully, examining it closely, inch by inch. He handed it back to Red Alert.
"What does it mean?" Confusion clouded Hot Shot's optics.
Red sighed again, choosing his words carefully. "It means that we have rebellious teenager who has flew the coop and gone off on her own and doesn't want anything more to do with us."
"But why? What have we done? If anything she should be grateful to us!" Hot Shot grinded his teeth as he stood up.
"Oh, yeah! Fine! Let it be this way! But don't come crawling back to us when things go wrong and you need rescuing!" Hot Shot threatened, his voice booming across the wilderness.
"She probably can't hear you. At the speeds she's capable of flying she's probably half ways across the world by now." Red informed his fuming comrade.
"C'mon, forget her. We have more important tasks at hand." Red beckoned the yellow bot back into the base.
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Hot Shot stormed back into the base.
"Bwee?" Chopper ran up to the larger transformer.
"She's gone!" Hot Shot gestured wildly as he continued his rampage through the base.
Chopper stood, a hand clasped over her chest plating, staring in horror in the wake of the bot.
"No!" Chopper quivered, fear rising within her. "It's not supposed to be this way! What have you done!" Chopper ran outside.
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Chopper had searched tirelessly around the base, but had not found Emrial. The weary mini con slumped down beside the un-functional Trice. Energon tears snaked their way out from behind her optic visor. One dripped off her facial plating unto Trice's still form.
Chopper hung her head in shame. "We've failed." She grasped her friend's hand. "All hope is lost. Cybertron is...." She shook uncontrollably. "Doomed." She sobbed, laying her head down on the still mini con's form.
After a few minutes she straightened up. "Oh, if only I could bring you online. But you and I both know that only time will allow her full potential to be unlocked, therefore you must remain in this coma." Chopper looked down, admiring her dear friend's face.
"Emrial, so much responsibility lies upon your shoulders, and you don't even know it." Chopper traced Trice's mini con insignia with her finger. A slight smile came to her lips, underneath her mask. "You'll be back. You can run, and think you're escaping your problems, but you cannot escape destiny."
Chopper laughed. "Yes, you cannot escape, your fate is already decided. You are the one, and you will be back."
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Through much fidgeting, Emrial finally succeed in ripped out the communicator that we embedded in her glove. She thrust it to the ground in distaste.
"Try and find me now, Autobots." She spat at the ground as she tromped off into some jungle foliage in the deep recess of the rainforest. "I don't need you."
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Hot Shot grunted as he fell back hard against a tree. "We're surrounded!" Hot Shot called out to his comrades.
The Decepticons were beginning to get the upper hand. They had a new transformer, a mercenary by the name of Scavenger. But they could have handled Scavenger. But now, a sly trickster, a purple motorcycle named Sideways, had betrayed the Autobots and given the Decepticons the Starsaber.
Bark was blasted away from either side of the tree and Hot Shot pressed himself tight against the large tree.
"Give it up, Autobot." Sideway's chuckle haunted Hot Shot from within the deep fog of the rainforest.
"I'm going to get you, you traitor!" Hot Shot roared.
"Feh, your threats mean nothing to me." The purple bot taunted.
"Show yourself, you creep!" Hot Shot hollered into the fog.
"Would you keep the racket down?!?!?!"
Hot Shot got a swirly eyed look on his face as he was struck in the back of the head with a large metal hammer.
The attacker paused suddenly, giggling. "Hot Shot, you fool. What are you doing out here?"
Hot Shot whipped his head around. "Emrial?" His optics grew huge at the sight of his former friend hovering behind him.
"You won't let a person get a moment of piece, will ya?" Emrial frowned upon her friend.
Suddenly laser blasts ricocheted off of the tree again and Hot Shot groaned. "Emrial, whatever this is about, now is NOT the time!" He pressed himself against the tree.
"Fine, I can take a hint. See if I care if you get blown to bits." She shrugged and began flying away.
"Rrrr..." She had just tipped Hot Shot's temper over the limit.
"Listen, missy! You need to get that attitude of yours straightened out." He pointed at her, his hand shaking as his body boiled with rage. "I've just about had it with you!!!! Who do you think you are? You're either for us or against us, and right now you're not being to friendly. What's to stop me from shooting you out of the sky?" He yelled at her.
"Hm." Emrial smiled playfully as she sat mischievously on a tree branch. "Because I know you won't."
"Oh yeah?" Hot Shot raised his gun, taking aim at the young mech.
"Argh!" Hot Shot screamed in pain as a large tree fell upon him.
Sideways blew smoke from his gun. "Never turn your back on me, Auto-scum."
"Hey, bub!" Emrial shouted to the transformer. "Don't you know it's not nice to interrupt people when they're talking?"
Sideways chuckled as he fitted Emrial into the scope of his gun. "Then I'm not that good at etiquette, am I?" He released the trigger of the gun on his arm.
The branch and Emrial fell to the ground, crashing through the deep foliage.
"Ooh," Emrial pulled herself up by some vines. She pushed her sleeves up, cracking her fists together. "You are so going to pay for that, purple dude."
Suddenly visions flashed before her eyes.
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*flashback to chapter 18 when Emrial was dreaming*
She watched as a motorcycle transformer talked to Optimus Prime. She took one look at the situation and realized that he was the enemy.
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"The enemy..." Emrial's eyes widened as she realized who the purple 'dude' was.
Emrial summoned a simple handgun to her hand. She looked down the sight, fixing it on Sideways.
"You're going down, Unicron." Her eyes narrowed as she pulled the trigger.
"What?" Sideways was momentarily stunned as the blast hit him. "What did you call me?"
Emrial strode boldly forward. "That's right, you heard me. I know your foolish games and your overall plan."
"But...but how?" Sideways scuttled backwards. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Let's just say..." Emrial thought a moment before smiling widely. "Time will reveal all." She aimed another blast at the traitor.
"Oh no you don't!"
Emrial was forced to duck under enemy fire.
Demolisher stared blankly into the forest, searching for his prey.
"What were you doing, Demolisher?" Starscream's voice interrupted the Decepticon's search.
"Uh, nothing. I just saw that weird girl again." Demolisher searched the seeker's face.
Starscream smiled. "Proceed. Blast that annoying pest to oblivion."
"You don't tell me what to do." Demolisher grumbled as he continued pushing through the forest.
"Speak for yourself, mister 'I will be the next Decepti-bum leader.'" Emrial made a face as she hovered up past the trees.
"Why you!" Starscream lunged for the flying girl. She swooped back down into the relative safety of the trees. "Come out and fight me you coward." He threatened.
Emrial swung her sword hard into the unsuspecting transformer's shin plating.
"OOOW!" Starscream began to do a little hopping dance, grasping the gash on his leg.
"What are you doing?" Megatron couldn't believe the state of his troops. First victory dances, then expressive art courses, what would be next? Megatron slapped his forehead, for he already knew.
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*flashback to a few days before, at Decepticon headquaters*
Cyclonus smiled. "Megatron, why didn't you let us finish them off. Me and Demolisher were perfectly capable of handling that mission!"
"Uh-hum." Demolisher cleared his throat. "Uh, Demolisher and I."
Cyclonus whipped around. "What's with all this grammatically correct stuff? Since when have you cared about proper English?"
"Since I've been taking online college course over the internet in that subject." Demolisher smiled.
"What?" Megatron turned his head and looked at his minion with a sideway look. "Why in the universe did you do that?"
"Well..." Demolisher shuffled his feet. "I figured that we'd be here for a long time, so thought I might as well do something useful and better my education. Truth be told, I've always wanted to write a war novel about the Cybertronian wars."
"Ugh..." Megatron slapped his face. "Why me?"
Demolisher scratched his head. "The only problem is that they think I'm a 'Daniel Thor' that lives at a secret military base, especially since all of my homework has been about battles and space."
"I think you should stop wasting your time and concentrate on getting the mini cons!" Megatron slammed his fist into his throne's arm.
"Uh, yes sir." Demolisher recoiled.
Megatron sighed.
*end flashback*
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Megatron groaned. "Ah yes. We have the mini con, let's go!"
"Before you get anymore crazy earth ideas, what will be next? Rap singing and break dancing?" Megatron shuddered at that thought as he warped back to base.
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so.....what'd you think? Plz review, im running out of ideas and need suggestions. And, I'd like your opinion on if you think I should write a fan fic that explores Demolisher's enrollment in college and some of the papers he's had to write. Plz vote, because if the majority want it then I'll write it. If no one wants it, then so be it.
whew, this story has taken an interesting curve, hasn't it? What have I gotten myself into? 0.o oh well, I just go with it. Now, on with the chapter...
Chapter 26
Attitude
"Hey, Emrial, you out here?" Hot Shot kicked the dust outside of the base. "What'd I do to tick you off?" He stared at the red soil.
"Hot Shot, come back inside. She's obviously not out here." Red Alert appeared at the entrance of the cave.
"I know, but where'd she go?" The desperate Autobot slid down to sit beside a large boulder.
"I don't know, but Emrial's capable of fending for herself. I'm sure she'll be alright." Red Alert placed a comforting hand on his fellow warrior's shoulder. "Now come on. We've got a lot of work to do." Red straightened himself up.
Hot Shot pounded his fists into the ground. "That girl just ticks me off. What'd she mean by 'you must defeat Unicron' and 'you're so pathetic. You're planet is doomed'?"
Red shook his head, his solitary red optic scanning the horizon. "I don't know."
"Hm?" Something caught the med-bot's attention. A white piece of fabric flapped in the breeze underneath his foot. Red lifted his foot and picked the cloth up. It bore the Autobot symbol, and it had shoeprints marked all over it.
Red sighed, showing the trampled Autobot insignia to his friend. Hot Shot took it carefully, examining it closely, inch by inch. He handed it back to Red Alert.
"What does it mean?" Confusion clouded Hot Shot's optics.
Red sighed again, choosing his words carefully. "It means that we have rebellious teenager who has flew the coop and gone off on her own and doesn't want anything more to do with us."
"But why? What have we done? If anything she should be grateful to us!" Hot Shot grinded his teeth as he stood up.
"Oh, yeah! Fine! Let it be this way! But don't come crawling back to us when things go wrong and you need rescuing!" Hot Shot threatened, his voice booming across the wilderness.
"She probably can't hear you. At the speeds she's capable of flying she's probably half ways across the world by now." Red informed his fuming comrade.
"C'mon, forget her. We have more important tasks at hand." Red beckoned the yellow bot back into the base.
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Hot Shot stormed back into the base.
"Bwee?" Chopper ran up to the larger transformer.
"She's gone!" Hot Shot gestured wildly as he continued his rampage through the base.
Chopper stood, a hand clasped over her chest plating, staring in horror in the wake of the bot.
"No!" Chopper quivered, fear rising within her. "It's not supposed to be this way! What have you done!" Chopper ran outside.
__
Chopper had searched tirelessly around the base, but had not found Emrial. The weary mini con slumped down beside the un-functional Trice. Energon tears snaked their way out from behind her optic visor. One dripped off her facial plating unto Trice's still form.
Chopper hung her head in shame. "We've failed." She grasped her friend's hand. "All hope is lost. Cybertron is...." She shook uncontrollably. "Doomed." She sobbed, laying her head down on the still mini con's form.
After a few minutes she straightened up. "Oh, if only I could bring you online. But you and I both know that only time will allow her full potential to be unlocked, therefore you must remain in this coma." Chopper looked down, admiring her dear friend's face.
"Emrial, so much responsibility lies upon your shoulders, and you don't even know it." Chopper traced Trice's mini con insignia with her finger. A slight smile came to her lips, underneath her mask. "You'll be back. You can run, and think you're escaping your problems, but you cannot escape destiny."
Chopper laughed. "Yes, you cannot escape, your fate is already decided. You are the one, and you will be back."
__
Through much fidgeting, Emrial finally succeed in ripped out the communicator that we embedded in her glove. She thrust it to the ground in distaste.
"Try and find me now, Autobots." She spat at the ground as she tromped off into some jungle foliage in the deep recess of the rainforest. "I don't need you."
__
Hot Shot grunted as he fell back hard against a tree. "We're surrounded!" Hot Shot called out to his comrades.
The Decepticons were beginning to get the upper hand. They had a new transformer, a mercenary by the name of Scavenger. But they could have handled Scavenger. But now, a sly trickster, a purple motorcycle named Sideways, had betrayed the Autobots and given the Decepticons the Starsaber.
Bark was blasted away from either side of the tree and Hot Shot pressed himself tight against the large tree.
"Give it up, Autobot." Sideway's chuckle haunted Hot Shot from within the deep fog of the rainforest.
"I'm going to get you, you traitor!" Hot Shot roared.
"Feh, your threats mean nothing to me." The purple bot taunted.
"Show yourself, you creep!" Hot Shot hollered into the fog.
"Would you keep the racket down?!?!?!"
Hot Shot got a swirly eyed look on his face as he was struck in the back of the head with a large metal hammer.
The attacker paused suddenly, giggling. "Hot Shot, you fool. What are you doing out here?"
Hot Shot whipped his head around. "Emrial?" His optics grew huge at the sight of his former friend hovering behind him.
"You won't let a person get a moment of piece, will ya?" Emrial frowned upon her friend.
Suddenly laser blasts ricocheted off of the tree again and Hot Shot groaned. "Emrial, whatever this is about, now is NOT the time!" He pressed himself against the tree.
"Fine, I can take a hint. See if I care if you get blown to bits." She shrugged and began flying away.
"Rrrr..." She had just tipped Hot Shot's temper over the limit.
"Listen, missy! You need to get that attitude of yours straightened out." He pointed at her, his hand shaking as his body boiled with rage. "I've just about had it with you!!!! Who do you think you are? You're either for us or against us, and right now you're not being to friendly. What's to stop me from shooting you out of the sky?" He yelled at her.
"Hm." Emrial smiled playfully as she sat mischievously on a tree branch. "Because I know you won't."
"Oh yeah?" Hot Shot raised his gun, taking aim at the young mech.
"Argh!" Hot Shot screamed in pain as a large tree fell upon him.
Sideways blew smoke from his gun. "Never turn your back on me, Auto-scum."
"Hey, bub!" Emrial shouted to the transformer. "Don't you know it's not nice to interrupt people when they're talking?"
Sideways chuckled as he fitted Emrial into the scope of his gun. "Then I'm not that good at etiquette, am I?" He released the trigger of the gun on his arm.
The branch and Emrial fell to the ground, crashing through the deep foliage.
"Ooh," Emrial pulled herself up by some vines. She pushed her sleeves up, cracking her fists together. "You are so going to pay for that, purple dude."
Suddenly visions flashed before her eyes.
__
*flashback to chapter 18 when Emrial was dreaming*
She watched as a motorcycle transformer talked to Optimus Prime. She took one look at the situation and realized that he was the enemy.
__
"The enemy..." Emrial's eyes widened as she realized who the purple 'dude' was.
Emrial summoned a simple handgun to her hand. She looked down the sight, fixing it on Sideways.
"You're going down, Unicron." Her eyes narrowed as she pulled the trigger.
"What?" Sideways was momentarily stunned as the blast hit him. "What did you call me?"
Emrial strode boldly forward. "That's right, you heard me. I know your foolish games and your overall plan."
"But...but how?" Sideways scuttled backwards. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Let's just say..." Emrial thought a moment before smiling widely. "Time will reveal all." She aimed another blast at the traitor.
"Oh no you don't!"
Emrial was forced to duck under enemy fire.
Demolisher stared blankly into the forest, searching for his prey.
"What were you doing, Demolisher?" Starscream's voice interrupted the Decepticon's search.
"Uh, nothing. I just saw that weird girl again." Demolisher searched the seeker's face.
Starscream smiled. "Proceed. Blast that annoying pest to oblivion."
"You don't tell me what to do." Demolisher grumbled as he continued pushing through the forest.
"Speak for yourself, mister 'I will be the next Decepti-bum leader.'" Emrial made a face as she hovered up past the trees.
"Why you!" Starscream lunged for the flying girl. She swooped back down into the relative safety of the trees. "Come out and fight me you coward." He threatened.
Emrial swung her sword hard into the unsuspecting transformer's shin plating.
"OOOW!" Starscream began to do a little hopping dance, grasping the gash on his leg.
"What are you doing?" Megatron couldn't believe the state of his troops. First victory dances, then expressive art courses, what would be next? Megatron slapped his forehead, for he already knew.
__
*flashback to a few days before, at Decepticon headquaters*
Cyclonus smiled. "Megatron, why didn't you let us finish them off. Me and Demolisher were perfectly capable of handling that mission!"
"Uh-hum." Demolisher cleared his throat. "Uh, Demolisher and I."
Cyclonus whipped around. "What's with all this grammatically correct stuff? Since when have you cared about proper English?"
"Since I've been taking online college course over the internet in that subject." Demolisher smiled.
"What?" Megatron turned his head and looked at his minion with a sideway look. "Why in the universe did you do that?"
"Well..." Demolisher shuffled his feet. "I figured that we'd be here for a long time, so thought I might as well do something useful and better my education. Truth be told, I've always wanted to write a war novel about the Cybertronian wars."
"Ugh..." Megatron slapped his face. "Why me?"
Demolisher scratched his head. "The only problem is that they think I'm a 'Daniel Thor' that lives at a secret military base, especially since all of my homework has been about battles and space."
"I think you should stop wasting your time and concentrate on getting the mini cons!" Megatron slammed his fist into his throne's arm.
"Uh, yes sir." Demolisher recoiled.
Megatron sighed.
*end flashback*
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Megatron groaned. "Ah yes. We have the mini con, let's go!"
"Before you get anymore crazy earth ideas, what will be next? Rap singing and break dancing?" Megatron shuddered at that thought as he warped back to base.
__
so.....what'd you think? Plz review, im running out of ideas and need suggestions. And, I'd like your opinion on if you think I should write a fan fic that explores Demolisher's enrollment in college and some of the papers he's had to write. Plz vote, because if the majority want it then I'll write it. If no one wants it, then so be it.