TRANSFORMERS BOOK FOUR

REQUIEM FOR THE EARTH

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Death's Head - I STILL don't own Transformers. Takara, Hasbro, Marvel U.S. and Marvel U.K. own them. Drat, drat and double drat!

This story is the fourth in a series of stories I have written. I strongly suggest and urge any who read this story, to also read the first three, as elements in this story, have been established in the first three.

The only characters I own, are my original creations, listed as follows – Autobots – Outlaw, Seraphim, Gnash and Splashdown (The last two appear for the first time in this chapter.). Decepticons – Acousia, Vette, Roadkill, Tempest, Darkshayde, Hydrina, Carnage, Blaze, Thraka and Tremble. (For more information on these characters (Except Gnash and Splashdown), check out my Original Character Bios, also located on this site.)

The Decepticon Darkheart, is a creation of one of my reviewers, Tariq. Therefore Darkheart is HIS creation, not mine. Darkheart is appearing in this story, with Tariq's permission.

If you would like to use any of my characters in your stories, please send me an email, asking for permission to use them first.

Thank you.

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CHAPTER FOUR :

In deep space, the Decepticon bounty hunter, Doubledealer, sighed to himself. His ship was in low orbit of a small asteroid, and as he leaned closer to the screen, his optics narrowed. All of the sensors went dead after his ship had jumped insystem. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the viewscreen. He noticed that just before his systems died, they detected a massive disturbance across all the electromagnetic fields.

He made adjustments to his passive sensors and managed to locate a low yield spectrum graphic signature, which lead deeper into the asteroid itself. He manoeuvred his craft closer to the asteroid, his sensors on full scan, when an immensely powerful tractor field locked onto the ship and pulled it even closer to the asteroid surface.

The mercenary glanced quickly over his controls, when his sensors flared dramatically. Before he could make any adjustments to his controls, the energy of the tractor field tore the ship apart, and the Decepticon mercenary found himself being pulled towards one of the craters. He transformed into his falcon mode, but to no effect. The field's effect forced him back into his robot mode, and a powerful electrical discharge, surged through his systems. A pulse surged through the field, inflicting more damage to his internal systems. He screamed as the field pulled him closer to the surface of the asteroid.

The Decepticon smashed into the surface hard, pieces of his armour flying off into space. More energy trendils tore through the surface, tearing into the Powermaster's body. He screamed again, and his thoughts went to his two Powermaster comrades, both destroyed thanks to the destruction of his ship. The trendils dragged Doubledealer into the surface.

With systems badly damaged, and over half of them shut down, the mercenary had only enough power to lift his head and glanced around at his surroundings. The same tractor beams that tore his ship apart and destroyed his two partners were now holding him in a vast cavern, within the asteroid. Four energy trendils snaked forth from the darkness, each one grasping one of his limbs and tearing them from his body. Two more trendils snaked forth, one piercing him through his chest, the other wrapped itself around his neck, and tore his head from his body.

Another trendil appeared directly beneath the head, the end of the trendil biting into the remains of Doubledealer's neck, maintaining the system's he had which were still functioning. His optics traced over the cavern, as static erupted forth from his mouth. Before he could try again, two huge, glowing red eyes. A dark voice spoke.

"Welcome Doubledealer… I have been waiting…"

More static echoed forth, then a pulse surged through the trendil, eliminating the static. This time he spoke in his voice.

"Who… are… you..?"

The eyes seemed to smile.

"Who I am, is of no importance to you Cybertronian. Know that I have the ability to grant you whatever you desire… for a price."

The businessbot, or rather the greed, left in Doubledealer smiled.

"Whatever… I… desire…? I… desire… a… lot…"

The eyes narrowed as the pulse through the trendil intensified, causing Doubledealer to scream. The eyes sparkled.

"I trust I have your complete co-operation Doubledealer? Or would you perhaps, enjoy the cold embrace and loneliness of the void?"

Doubledealer gasped, pain in his optics as he stared at the two red eyes.

"No… more…! Please! I… I… am yours… to command…"

The voice chuckled.

"I'm glad we could come to an agreement, at least on this small matter. I want you to return to Cybertron, the city of Kaon. You will then search and find the tomb of the transformer known only as 'Fallen'. You will then search for the tombs of Sentinel Prime and the leader of the original thirteen transformers, Prima. Once you have found the bodies of the latter, remove their spark from their secondary spark core, and infuse the two into 'Fallen'. Then await for my next instructions."

Doubledealer's optics narrowed, as he spoke the phrase once spoken by another Decepticon, so long ago.

"What's… in… it… for… me…?"

The darkness seemed to smile evilly.

"Even in your current situation, you desire to negotiate a better deal for yourself. Admirable… if somewhat naïve, especially considering your form at this time." The eyes narrowed "What would you have me… 'offer'… you?"

Doubledealer tried to speak, but his voice encoder failed. Power dropping to near permanent shut down levels, he managed to focus all of his energy into one short, yet loud scream.

"GIVE… ME… LIFE!"

The glowing eyes vanished, then reappeared with a fiery red glow.

"Life is yours… for the simple price of eternal servitude. Consider yourself… MINE!"

More trendils of energy appeared, blazingly red in colour, swarmed forth from the darkness around the eyes. The trendils tore through Doubledealer's head, destroying it completely. All that remained of the former mercenary, was his spark, glowing with a fiant red tinge. The trendils coalesced around the spark, glowing brightly, with every pulse. Out of the shapeless mass of glowing energy, a new formed appeared.

On either side of it's head was a clawed horn, with elongated shoulders. By the right side of it's lower torso, a twin barrel cannon could be discerned from the glow. The red energy flowed through it's circuitry, infusing it with horrible power. It's optics were narrowed, as it clenched both it's fists.

"I live… again!"

The two eyes before it chuckled.

"That you do, Acheron. You will complete the task given unto you, as well as one more."

To the right of the eyes appeared two forms, both easily recognised by the newly born Acheron. His optics flared.

"The Autobot Hot Rod, and bounty hunter Death's Head!"

The eyes flared brilliantly with evil energy.

"If, during your mission on Cybertron, you come across these two… DESTROY THEM!"

Acheron bowed.

"I will not fail in my quest my master. If they interfere, I shall destroy them completely!"

The eyes smiled.

"I also have some… 'assistants' for you Acheron."

Four energy forms appeared from the void, materialising into transformers of dark and evil intent. The eyes flared. Two of them raised their heads, one who eerily resembled that of the Decepticon Seekers, the other bore in one hand an energy whip.

"Behold, Calibous and Bane, Warriors existing for the sole purpose of destroying my enemies."

Another glared at Acheron, it's red armour glowed darkly, as the eyes spoke again.

"Before you, is Maul. One who's prowess on the battlefield, resembles that of death."

The final figure, was large and flexed it's massive arms. The eyes smiled at this warrior's actions.

"Finally, Tyrannous. His service to… one of my earlier incarnations created him and his two brothers. Anything, which crosses his path, is wiped from existence completely. These four are my most powerful creations, and will follow your orders Acheron, for they are my orders. They also have a mission of their own, to seek out and destroy others I created, and who have since… strayed from the path."

Acheron bowed.

"Your orders, shall be obeyed and carried out my master."

The eyes glowed.

"Do not fail me Acheron… or else my agents, shall destroy you." The eyes flashed "Tyrannous… you shall carry your comrades to Cybertron. Leave at once!"

Tyrannous bowed his head and transformed into a immensely powerful battleship. Triangular in appearance with a trapezoidal bridge, panels of the lower hull slid back, allowing access for the other four transformers. Acheron faced the eyes.

"We shall not rest until our mission is complete!" he faced Maul, Bane and Calibous "To Cybertron!"

The four transformers flew inside Tyrannous, who once they were aboard, the three massive engines flared with incandescent energy, propelling the evil robot out through a hole in the cavern. The red eyes flared.

"Do not fail me Acheron… complete your mission, and you shall have whatever you desire. Fail… and I will consume you… just like I will you, Primus!"

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Death's Head - Ok, I think everyone can kinda guess who those red eyes belong to, and yes it's part of a 'plan'. Heh, remember what Hannibal Smith from the A Team always said – I love it when a plan comes together.

I already have the rest of this book planned out, and have already started initial planning/writing/brainstorming the fifth and final book in my series, so stay tuned.

Please R&R.