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This is the link to the Transformers introduced in this chapter.
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Dozens of cables and cords were connected to the objects he had been spending so much time working on. There was 5 of them, and they were were each 25 feet tall. Zane smiled a smile that would immediately put him in a loony bin if anyone saw it. There right in front of him stood perfect replicas of Stinger, and he couldn't be any happier.
They were perfect in Zane's eyes, and would definitely be only the first of an army. Zane closed his eyes and focused on the power inside of himself. It involved pulling the power straight from his now damned soul. Not that Zane really minded too much about the state of his soul. After all, he had the Dark Spark. He would just try not to die and then his soul would not go be with Unicron for all eternity. Easy.
He pulled the power straight from his soul, and pushed it into the bodies. Feeling slightly dramatic, Zane through his head back and spread his arms. A silent scream, not part of his drama, left him as a pain worse than anything he had ever felt hit him like a sack of bricks and a purple glow spread from him to the bodies.
After a half minute of this, the glow dissipated and Zane fell to one knee. He looked up slowly, just in time to see one of the Stingers tremble.
"Please work," Pleaded Zane, close to getting on both knees and begging. "I've spent too much time on you for you to fail!"
After an excruciatingly long minute, the green visors glowed as the Stingers tore themselves out of the wires and cords. They looked around themselves for a moment and after scanning the vicinity, they looked down at Zane. As one, they spoke in emotionless voices, creepily neutral.
"My Master," They said in sync, "What are your orders?"
"First off, none of this 'Master' nonsense." Something about being called "Master" really irked Zane. Having that much power over anyone was unsettling.
"Second, I need to you to submit to a few tests by Omicron, that way we can have a baseline. Oh, to make life easier for myself, I will refer to you as Stinger One, Two Three, Four, and Five. Or just your number for short."
As Zane said each number, he pointed down the row, starting at his left ending at his right. The Stingers straightened up as he pointed to them, and when he finished a large screen above the door he entered turned on, revealing the face Omicron. The Stingers quickly got into fighting positions, and Zane laughed.
"Now, now, my Stingers, calm down. Omicron is an entity I created not to long ago. He is the base's defense mechanism. Wait, scratch that, he is the base. Sadly, he is not yet an A.I. He merely has very advanced coding."
The Stingers calmed down, if only a little.
"Stingers," said Omicron, "Come with me. I need to run some tests."
Then a wall opposite of the door opened up, revealing many machines and monitors. The Stingers looked to Zane for confirmation, and walked through the opening when Zane nodded his head up and down. Zane walked back out of the door, but was stopped by a voice.
"ZANE, I MUST SPEAK TO YOU."
Zane stopped in his tracks, only cocking his head as a reply.
"I ASSUME YOU REMEMBER THE EPISODE IN YOUR WORLD. THE 'ONE SHALL RISE'. THAT EPISODE IS IN PROGRESS. OPTIMUS PRIME AND MEGATRON ARE FIGHTING AS I SPEAK. I WILL ATTEMPT TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR BASE WHILE I AM AT FULL POWER. BUT, TO PREVENT YOU FROM BEING EXPOSED TO ANYTHING HARMFUL, YOU MUST LEAVE THIS BASE."
Zane straightened his head, and only nodded his head as a response. He turned to the left and walked towards Omicron's computer. Omicron popped up, awaiting orders. Zane started typing, pulling up google chrome on the screen, making Omicron shrink down to the bottom left corner. Zane went onto a bank website, and starting giving orders.
"Omicron, hack this bank and put $30,000 onto my credit card. Oh wait, can you make me a credit card?"
"Of course, this will be a piece of cake. Not that the cake is a lie, well, maybe. Anyway, it should be finished right... Now."
Out of a small slot came a small card. Zane took a closer look and saw it was a perfect replica of a real one. A small ding sounded, and Omicron said the money was transferred. Zane smiled and walked out of the the entrance. As he closed the hatch, he called back out to Unicron.
"WHAT?"
"Unicron, do you mind going through the document on the iPod you made me? The one called 'Base Ideas'? It consists of things I planned to make for my base."
"... GOOD IDEAS. WHERE DID YOU GET THEM ?"
"Many sources. I found the Fallout franchise to have some very good ideas. From the Securitrons to the computer of Mr House. Also, the laser and plasma guns seem rather useful. Then there are also the many Vex of Destiny, they could prove very useful. By the way, could you please ask Primus to make a couple Exo guardians? Along with armor and weapons? I need other intelligent entities around, that way I can have a SIC or even a TIC. Tell him it will help even the odds between the factions and my creations."
"I CANNOT MAKE ANY PROMISES."
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"PRIMUS, WOULD YOU MIND HELPING ZANE FOR A LITTLE WHILE? HE APPARENTLY NEEDS HELP CREATING THAT WHICH HE NEEDS."
"I hope you told him we only have so much power. Our deaths, and subsequent revivals have taken much of the power out of us."
"EXACTLY. THAT IS WHY WE FOUND A CHAMPION. BUT THESE THINGS HE WANTS TAKE A RELATIVELY MINUTE AMOUNT OF ENERGY. AND WITH MY CURRENT REVIVAL, IT WILL BE EASY TO HELP HIM. YOU MERELY NEED TO MAKE HIM A COUPLE, QUOTE/UNQUOTE, EXOS. AND THEIR ARMOR AND WEAPONS."
"That sounds easy enough. But as soon as you are put back in stasis, I will be using the rest of my power and the power I siphon off of you to call my prodigy to this realm. That way, you can't interfere with his decisions, only Zane's."
"NOW THAT'S NO FUN. I LET YOU TALK TO ZANE."
"Would you want yourself to talk to your prodigy if you were in my spot?"
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