KatDrama: Well, I'm bleeping hot and sweaty and disgusting from stacking the bleeping wood after coming back from 3 bleeping hours of drivers ed (it has got to be the most boring 30 hours of my life!) my mom has finally given me permission to take a break, and after staying up late for the past week watching the entire Macross Saga of Robotech I feel like writing something. (I believe that entire sentence sums up why I am so late in updating.) Thanks for your reviews and I look forward to those to come!
Chapter 38
Fight for Cyberton
"Citizens of Cybertron! Decepticons and Autobots alike! This is your leader speaking!" Megatron smirked evilly as his picture was broadcasted over ever monitor on the Transformer's planet. "All Autobots lay down your weapons! Behold! Your captured leader!" The giant horned heard shook with laughter, as his prized prisoners were lead from the ship for all to see. "Do you surrender?" He chuckled in anticipation.
Emrial tightened the grip on her large mech gun and pressed herself against the side of the ship as she watched the sadistic tyrant. Wait for the right moment...wait...wait...She had to mentally hold herself back until it was time to spring forth.
"Well, Prime, it appears that your troops are not responding to my inquiry. Perhaps they need some motivation?" Megatron eagerly formed the Starsaber in his hand. "Kneel!"
"What?" Optimus grunted as he struggled against his bonds.
"You heard me! Kneel and receive your just punishment!" Megatron's face took on a nasty scowl. Optimus had no choice but to do as the Decepticon demanded. Megatron hefted his sword and held it in the air as if he was ready to swing it down across the Autobot's neck. "Good. Good. I've been waiting to do this for a long time. All Autobots on the whole of Cybertron! Surrender now or witness the decapitation of your beloved leader!"
Gasps of shock rose throughout the hidden Autobot ranks, and one by one they dropped their weapons to the ground and lowered their heads in shame. Megatron smiled widely and raised his sword higher, ready to commit the demonic task anyways.
"Optimus! NOOOO!" Hot Shot wailed and tried to lunge forward to save his leader.
"Hot Shot!" Jet Fire bounded to stop the reckless warrior.
PING!
"Not today Mega-freak!" The Starsaber hurtled through the air and landed point down in the ground yards away from Megatron. The leader of the Decepticons grasped his smoldering hand in agony.
"Wha- who dares defy me?!" He shouted into black space. Suddenly, in the dark by the ship a pair of blood red optics settled on him. Megatron gasped and stepped back wards in fear. "Who---who are you?! Men, attack whatever it is!" He ordered.
"No." As the Decepticons rushed the dark figure they were blown away by a green energy shield. As the smoke cleared Emrial stepped forward. "No fighting! No more! Now, more than any time is the time for unity! Out there in space there is a foe that has more destructive powers than you could ever imagine! We need all of our combined forces to defeat Unicron!" She boldly stepped forward, her gun still held in hand.
"I recognize the voice...but surely that can't be...Emrial?!" Hot Shot's face lit up.
No! How did she know about Unicron?! The cone headed Thrust backed away from the scene.
"GRrr. That little pest?! I thought we had killed you!" Megatron readied his hip cannon for combat.
"You should have learned by now, I'm not that easy to get rid of." The strange femme smiled and with a wave of her hand she unlocked all of her comrade's bonds.
"No! You won't ruin this for me!" He fired a high beam of energy from his cannon, to which Emrial nimbly dodged it in the air. She hovered above the ground, flapping her wings lazily.
"With your lousy fighting skills I'm amazed that you have come this far." Emrial yawned.
"Why you insolent fool!" Megatron ran for the Starsaber.
"Nuh-uh-uh!" In a flash the femme was blocking his path. "Allow me!" She bowed ceremoniously and produced a sword in her left hand; identical to the one she had now drawn before her. "Let this be a fair fight, in you can fathom that concept. No energy beams or weapons of that sort. No guns and such. Just plain old fashioned swords, fists, and ingenuity." She tapped her head.
"And what is the point of this fighting?" Megatron took the sword hesitantly.
"One-on-one. Winner takes all. I win and all of Cybertron and all its inhabitants are under Autobot control. You win, and it belongs to the Decepticons." She explained the prizes.
"Why are you fighting for the cowards? Could not one of their own stand and fight? You are not one of them." Megatron mocked as a circle of Transformer spectators was formed around them.
Emrial took a sword-fighting stance, planting her feet firmly. She increased the grip on her sword (if that was possible). "I fight for my friends, and the only family I have ever known!" She lunged forward, the heat of battle flaming inside her.
"SWISH! CLANK! CLASH!" It was all Megatron could do to defend himself as countless attacks were swept down upon him. He saw the lust of battle in his opponent's optics as she rapidly struck at him again and again. And he was greatly afraid not only for his life, but what his men would do to him if he lost.
Emrial twirled nimbly about, swinging her black battle blade with such ferocity, that she never knew she was capable of until then. She saw the fear in Megatron's face and smiled. She had always wanted to beat the crap out of the bot.
Emrial jumped agilely into the air, doing a sweeping back flip and coming with her sword down unto the Decepticon. Suddenly he whipped around and held his blade flat against his hands to fend off her attack. She bounced back, taking a few steps from the recoil of the attack.
She's tiring! This is it! This is where I get her! Megatron gave a battle cry and ran headlong and the femme. He swung his sword only to cut the thin air where her head had been seconds before. Huh? Where'd she go? He looked about franticly. Suddenly he chanced a terrifying glance at what was weighing down his sword. Two heavily booted feet somehow perched upon the thin blade. Megaton's optics followed the feet up to their owner.
Emrial smirked and slung her sword over her shoulder. Without losing her balance she gingerly lifted one foot and swung it out, leaving a nice tread on Megatron's face.
"Ouch! Why you!" Megatron shook his sword violently. Emrial softly floated to the ground. Megatron started chopping madly in all directions with the lethal blade. Emrial stood back a few feet and leaned upon her sword with its tip poked into the ground. She smiled and laughed slightly at the amusing sight.
Megatron blinked when he realized that none of his attacks were even aimed in the right direction of his prey. He turned around and cursed at seeing the laughing femme.
"Had enough, oh-so-Mega-one?" She mocked.
"No." Megatron glared and pressed a hand over one his thousands of wounds that seeped precious Energon. He grated his teeth when he realized that this whole time he had not even made a single scratch or dent on her.
"Hmm. Well, I'd say so. I believe round one belongs to me!" Emrial smiled happily and pushed Megatron over with one finger.
"Round?" Megatron was instantly up. He would not be defeated!
"Yes, round, silly! Don't you remember? I said there'd be swords, fists, and ingenuity. And you have lost the first round because I was able to knock you over unto the ground!" She smiled.
"I didn't know that! Unfair! We have to start over!" He whined like a little kid.
"Nope!" Emrial turned her back on him, walked a few feet, and sunk her sword into the ground. Turning back to him she cracked her knuckles. "Are you ready for round two?"
"Only too delighted." Megatron smiled and wiped away the little trail of Energon that trickled out of his mouth. She's much smaller than me! I can take her! He was ecstatically happy as he too stuck his sword into the ground.
"Now, the first person to keep the other on the ground for more than ten seconds is the winner!" Emrial set the boundaries. "No weapons!" She reminded the Decepticon.
"Of course not." Megatron smirked as he hid a small knife in his armor so it'd be close at hand.
A small wind stirred the dust as the two fighters took stances before lunging at each other. Emrial dodged as quickly as she could, but more of Megatron's punches were hitting her than hers were hitting him.
"C'mon Emrial! You can do it! We're counting on you!" Jet Fire yelled above the crowd of spectators.
The said femme grunted as she locked fists with her opponent. Great, now it's down to strength. Suddenly Jet Fire's call of encouragement reached her sound receptors.
"They're counting on you Emrial! For Cybertron's sake, you can't let them down!" Chopper's voice vibrated through her.
"We're with you. With us there is no battle you can loose!"
Trice and Chopper, and Tank! That's right! They're all with me! I can't win this fight alone! C'mon guys, let's do this, together! Emrial's optics burned with determination. Pistons and gears complained with smoke and a shower of sparks as they were pushed beyond their capacity. Together, Emrial and the strength of her mini cons managed to push the Decepticon. "Yah! Body slam!" Emrial screamed as she jumped into the air and plowed her elbow into her landing zone's stomach.
"Owowowowowowo!" Megatron wailed upon impact.
"You are defeated." Emrial stood, catching her breath as the seconds were counted off. "I win. Best two out of three. Accept your defeat." She coldly turned away.
"No, never!" The Decepticon's Energon boiled as he pushed himself up on one elbow. Quickly he ran, withdrawing the concealed weapon from its compartment.
"Emrial! Look out!" Hot Shot yelled when he saw the charge.
Emrial turned just in time to have the knife plunged deep into her neck. She writhed with pain as she felt the life force draining out of her. Her armor started to disappear, and suddenly everything went black as she crumpled to her side on the ground.
--
Somewhere on one of Cybertron's many moons the ground began to crumble away as a sleeping giant was being prepared to be awakened.
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KatDrama: Wha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Nasty cliffhanger, ain't it? What will happen? Will Emrial live? Will Cyberton be saved? Well, review and tune in next time to find out!!!!
Chapter 38
Fight for Cyberton
"Citizens of Cybertron! Decepticons and Autobots alike! This is your leader speaking!" Megatron smirked evilly as his picture was broadcasted over ever monitor on the Transformer's planet. "All Autobots lay down your weapons! Behold! Your captured leader!" The giant horned heard shook with laughter, as his prized prisoners were lead from the ship for all to see. "Do you surrender?" He chuckled in anticipation.
Emrial tightened the grip on her large mech gun and pressed herself against the side of the ship as she watched the sadistic tyrant. Wait for the right moment...wait...wait...She had to mentally hold herself back until it was time to spring forth.
"Well, Prime, it appears that your troops are not responding to my inquiry. Perhaps they need some motivation?" Megatron eagerly formed the Starsaber in his hand. "Kneel!"
"What?" Optimus grunted as he struggled against his bonds.
"You heard me! Kneel and receive your just punishment!" Megatron's face took on a nasty scowl. Optimus had no choice but to do as the Decepticon demanded. Megatron hefted his sword and held it in the air as if he was ready to swing it down across the Autobot's neck. "Good. Good. I've been waiting to do this for a long time. All Autobots on the whole of Cybertron! Surrender now or witness the decapitation of your beloved leader!"
Gasps of shock rose throughout the hidden Autobot ranks, and one by one they dropped their weapons to the ground and lowered their heads in shame. Megatron smiled widely and raised his sword higher, ready to commit the demonic task anyways.
"Optimus! NOOOO!" Hot Shot wailed and tried to lunge forward to save his leader.
"Hot Shot!" Jet Fire bounded to stop the reckless warrior.
PING!
"Not today Mega-freak!" The Starsaber hurtled through the air and landed point down in the ground yards away from Megatron. The leader of the Decepticons grasped his smoldering hand in agony.
"Wha- who dares defy me?!" He shouted into black space. Suddenly, in the dark by the ship a pair of blood red optics settled on him. Megatron gasped and stepped back wards in fear. "Who---who are you?! Men, attack whatever it is!" He ordered.
"No." As the Decepticons rushed the dark figure they were blown away by a green energy shield. As the smoke cleared Emrial stepped forward. "No fighting! No more! Now, more than any time is the time for unity! Out there in space there is a foe that has more destructive powers than you could ever imagine! We need all of our combined forces to defeat Unicron!" She boldly stepped forward, her gun still held in hand.
"I recognize the voice...but surely that can't be...Emrial?!" Hot Shot's face lit up.
No! How did she know about Unicron?! The cone headed Thrust backed away from the scene.
"GRrr. That little pest?! I thought we had killed you!" Megatron readied his hip cannon for combat.
"You should have learned by now, I'm not that easy to get rid of." The strange femme smiled and with a wave of her hand she unlocked all of her comrade's bonds.
"No! You won't ruin this for me!" He fired a high beam of energy from his cannon, to which Emrial nimbly dodged it in the air. She hovered above the ground, flapping her wings lazily.
"With your lousy fighting skills I'm amazed that you have come this far." Emrial yawned.
"Why you insolent fool!" Megatron ran for the Starsaber.
"Nuh-uh-uh!" In a flash the femme was blocking his path. "Allow me!" She bowed ceremoniously and produced a sword in her left hand; identical to the one she had now drawn before her. "Let this be a fair fight, in you can fathom that concept. No energy beams or weapons of that sort. No guns and such. Just plain old fashioned swords, fists, and ingenuity." She tapped her head.
"And what is the point of this fighting?" Megatron took the sword hesitantly.
"One-on-one. Winner takes all. I win and all of Cybertron and all its inhabitants are under Autobot control. You win, and it belongs to the Decepticons." She explained the prizes.
"Why are you fighting for the cowards? Could not one of their own stand and fight? You are not one of them." Megatron mocked as a circle of Transformer spectators was formed around them.
Emrial took a sword-fighting stance, planting her feet firmly. She increased the grip on her sword (if that was possible). "I fight for my friends, and the only family I have ever known!" She lunged forward, the heat of battle flaming inside her.
"SWISH! CLANK! CLASH!" It was all Megatron could do to defend himself as countless attacks were swept down upon him. He saw the lust of battle in his opponent's optics as she rapidly struck at him again and again. And he was greatly afraid not only for his life, but what his men would do to him if he lost.
Emrial twirled nimbly about, swinging her black battle blade with such ferocity, that she never knew she was capable of until then. She saw the fear in Megatron's face and smiled. She had always wanted to beat the crap out of the bot.
Emrial jumped agilely into the air, doing a sweeping back flip and coming with her sword down unto the Decepticon. Suddenly he whipped around and held his blade flat against his hands to fend off her attack. She bounced back, taking a few steps from the recoil of the attack.
She's tiring! This is it! This is where I get her! Megatron gave a battle cry and ran headlong and the femme. He swung his sword only to cut the thin air where her head had been seconds before. Huh? Where'd she go? He looked about franticly. Suddenly he chanced a terrifying glance at what was weighing down his sword. Two heavily booted feet somehow perched upon the thin blade. Megaton's optics followed the feet up to their owner.
Emrial smirked and slung her sword over her shoulder. Without losing her balance she gingerly lifted one foot and swung it out, leaving a nice tread on Megatron's face.
"Ouch! Why you!" Megatron shook his sword violently. Emrial softly floated to the ground. Megatron started chopping madly in all directions with the lethal blade. Emrial stood back a few feet and leaned upon her sword with its tip poked into the ground. She smiled and laughed slightly at the amusing sight.
Megatron blinked when he realized that none of his attacks were even aimed in the right direction of his prey. He turned around and cursed at seeing the laughing femme.
"Had enough, oh-so-Mega-one?" She mocked.
"No." Megatron glared and pressed a hand over one his thousands of wounds that seeped precious Energon. He grated his teeth when he realized that this whole time he had not even made a single scratch or dent on her.
"Hmm. Well, I'd say so. I believe round one belongs to me!" Emrial smiled happily and pushed Megatron over with one finger.
"Round?" Megatron was instantly up. He would not be defeated!
"Yes, round, silly! Don't you remember? I said there'd be swords, fists, and ingenuity. And you have lost the first round because I was able to knock you over unto the ground!" She smiled.
"I didn't know that! Unfair! We have to start over!" He whined like a little kid.
"Nope!" Emrial turned her back on him, walked a few feet, and sunk her sword into the ground. Turning back to him she cracked her knuckles. "Are you ready for round two?"
"Only too delighted." Megatron smiled and wiped away the little trail of Energon that trickled out of his mouth. She's much smaller than me! I can take her! He was ecstatically happy as he too stuck his sword into the ground.
"Now, the first person to keep the other on the ground for more than ten seconds is the winner!" Emrial set the boundaries. "No weapons!" She reminded the Decepticon.
"Of course not." Megatron smirked as he hid a small knife in his armor so it'd be close at hand.
A small wind stirred the dust as the two fighters took stances before lunging at each other. Emrial dodged as quickly as she could, but more of Megatron's punches were hitting her than hers were hitting him.
"C'mon Emrial! You can do it! We're counting on you!" Jet Fire yelled above the crowd of spectators.
The said femme grunted as she locked fists with her opponent. Great, now it's down to strength. Suddenly Jet Fire's call of encouragement reached her sound receptors.
"They're counting on you Emrial! For Cybertron's sake, you can't let them down!" Chopper's voice vibrated through her.
"We're with you. With us there is no battle you can loose!"
Trice and Chopper, and Tank! That's right! They're all with me! I can't win this fight alone! C'mon guys, let's do this, together! Emrial's optics burned with determination. Pistons and gears complained with smoke and a shower of sparks as they were pushed beyond their capacity. Together, Emrial and the strength of her mini cons managed to push the Decepticon. "Yah! Body slam!" Emrial screamed as she jumped into the air and plowed her elbow into her landing zone's stomach.
"Owowowowowowo!" Megatron wailed upon impact.
"You are defeated." Emrial stood, catching her breath as the seconds were counted off. "I win. Best two out of three. Accept your defeat." She coldly turned away.
"No, never!" The Decepticon's Energon boiled as he pushed himself up on one elbow. Quickly he ran, withdrawing the concealed weapon from its compartment.
"Emrial! Look out!" Hot Shot yelled when he saw the charge.
Emrial turned just in time to have the knife plunged deep into her neck. She writhed with pain as she felt the life force draining out of her. Her armor started to disappear, and suddenly everything went black as she crumpled to her side on the ground.
--
Somewhere on one of Cybertron's many moons the ground began to crumble away as a sleeping giant was being prepared to be awakened.
--
KatDrama: Wha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Nasty cliffhanger, ain't it? What will happen? Will Emrial live? Will Cyberton be saved? Well, review and tune in next time to find out!!!!