'Final Force: The Last Battle' Preview Chapter; "Things to come...":

(Author's notes on bottom)

On a tall spire; a dark figure silhouetted by the black Sun behind him peers out over the hell that lies before him; and growls with contempt. "So, this is the other realm...I was foolish to underestimate my former partner..." The figure mutters; his eyes glow a fierce shade of yellow. "...Fortunately for myself; I have an ally here..." he reaches down into his pocket and pulls out a device. It's black in color; and emits a faint glow from its screen. "...You shall be my key to victory; my former ally..." A faint smile can be seen slightly as the lower part of his face is illuminated by the screen. "It's only a matter of time now..."

He leaps from the spire; piercing the air with his feet as he descends. The ground beneath him cracks as he lands; and he proceeds to walk towards the ruins of a building about 100 feet in front of him. "Hmm..." Rubbing his chin with his free hand; the measured steps he takes towards the entrance of the building do not take him long; and soon he is at the gates. A broken sign hangs on the bent metal fence surrounding the complex. "The Digital Archive...this must be the place!" He proceeds to push over the rickety gate; and it collapses with ease. Around him; bolts of lightning tear into the ground; creating fissures of molten lava. The weak black Sun barely pierces through the dense thick red clouds looming high above in the tainted atmosphere as he approaches the entrance of the partially destroyed Archive building.

At that moment; his device begins to glow; arousing a smile from his otherwise expressionless face. "Yes, the archive is still active!" he proclaims; increasing his stride and entering the hallowed halls as an intrusive conqueror. The walls are barren with cobwebs and scorch marks; the remnants of some long ago tragedy that befell the Archive; as well as the entire realm.

With barely a shove; the main door disintegrates into nothing more than dust particles. Emerging from the cloud of red dust; the mysterious intruder eyes glow furious amber now and without so much as one blink; he passes out of the cloud unaffected.

"At last; I've found it!" he proclaims, strolling towards the object of his destiny. He raises the device to his face; adding depth to his expressionless lower face; being cautious not to reveal his face in case of others inside the apparently abandoned building. A large computer terminal towers over him; coming down from the cracked ceiling suspended by its massive support beam running the length of the terminal. He makes his way to a terminal; and activates the database.

"Hmm...the connection is weak...I must work quickly!" he states and points the screen of the device at the terminal. "DIGI-PORT: OPEN!" He screams as the terminal screen glows bright white; and his face is fully illuminated. It's none other than WarMetalSamamon; and the newly created portal pulls him in; and onto his new agenda...

Author's Notes:

This is a new fan fiction spawning from the events of Chapter 8 of Transformers: Crisis. It features both Transformers and Digimon; and shall be similar in writing style to Iron Fist Wedding since it's written in the third person. I hope you all enjoy it; and look for to more soon! Also, please leave some feedback; anonymous or signed; I do appreciate it!

Thanks,

MS.