Chapter 4
Rad was out in High Desert, trying to find clues of the sudden Omnicon betrayal. Perhaps it was happening elsewhere.
Then he saw a newspaper stand that showed an article that shocked him. His eyes widened. He grabbed a copy and headed for the Autobot High Desert base.
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Optimus and the others were under siege at the base.
"Give it up, Prime!" An Omnicon roared.
Optimus rebutted with a cannon blast to the Omnicon's face.
Rad teleported in.
"Optimus! You've got to see this!" he yelled.
"Can you read it to me? I'm SORT OF BUSY!" Optimus said, nearly snapping at Rad.
"Ok-
Washington D.C. under attack by Rogue Angel!
Spectators claim 'They're coming to kill us for our sins!'
Body count already over 10,000! And rising!
In the Dark of night last night, the rogue Celestial came down in a blaze of fury upon the citizens of the capital of the Free World!
One spectator, a Johnathan Gregory (of Chaos Theory Fame), says this
'I saw a man in black armor running from it! My bet is that he is the target!'
The witness then grew massive owl wings from his back and flew toward the rogue being.
After the clash with the witness, in which the witness disappeared, the rogue Celestial cried for 'The Blood of the Guilty'!
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"Is that all of it?" Optimus asked, turning his head a little, indeed shocked by the news.
Rad shook his head.
"No. I searched the
'net, and it seems that the Rogue Angel has been spotted in the
area of Tokyo, where the body count is… well, I'd rather not
say."
Optimus furrowed his optics.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures. We can't really spare them, but take Grimlock, as he's the closest to the situation, and your grandparents! Hurry!"
Rad ran down the hall to deliver the orders.
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Tokyo-
The man in black armor darted behind a building.
"Damn! That traitor's got me cornered!" he spat.
The building began to crumble behind him. A massive fireball came at him, but he dodged. The fireball immolated all that was left of the building.
"He's really out to get me this time!" The man murmured, amazed.
He gazed at the untold amount of dead innocents.
"I've got to get this fight away from a populous area!" He decided.
"HEEEYYYYYYY STUPID!" he yelled. "COME AND GET ME!"
From a ways away, an unholy roar burst out.
Good, that ought to grab his attention, he mused.
He let the angel wings on his back spread, and fluttered off, toward the sea.
Omnis Claude was watching the wanton destruction with glee.
"At this rate, both Cybertron and Earth will be mine!" He crowed.
"Yes….and our plans will be put into action." A dark voice mused from behind Claude.
Claude turned and bowed.
"But of course, my master."
"You are dismissed to the battlefield, my trusted general." The dark voice said.
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R&R! (AN: I know it was short, but that's mostly 'cause of all the drama! Till next chap!)