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Hey guys, I've been taking quite a big break for a while. getting my head and ideas together. Oh and also been seeing all the latest trailers... all fantastic. I will be back on Reign of Starscream, but i knew this needed to be updated. Unfortunately i didn't get as much done in this chapter as i hoped. I set a deadline and my laziness and desire to watch the batman v Superman trailer for the 30th time, got i the way. Speaking of that trailer, the morals and politics and opinions that were in the trailer have helped me with this story. No their wont be ripped off quotes... but the character development and the way they treat each other will be heavily influenced by this.
So with out further ado here it is, not as long as the others but certainly not lacking in detail.

The story this time involved the history of the Dinobots, and Grimlock. Much detail is here and we see how the war has affected Grimlock. (p.s. i hope i did him justice, he is my third favorite Transformer) also the events of the last chapter return. We see the terrorcon's again and the failures of last chapter by Blot and Cutthroat. We see what this means for the Faction and those characters. I'm hopeful like the detail I've put in.

And yes some of the cities etc. have stupid names... i'm trying my best. You couldn't do better... well you probably could. But then you would have to rip this story off and that's just... uncool. I've tried much harder this time.

Reign of Starscream: Primitive Calling
Chapter 4:
Know your Place

Location: Planet Methelusa, Dinobot kingdom.
City: Kings legacy
city significance: Capitol of Dinobots and holder of historic significance.

Recommended music: 'I have so many questions'- Man of Steel OST (just perfect for it, the balance between the history of krypton and this story are perfect)

The city was large and magnificent. Though not made of the finest materials, the city is up kept. It has remained the same for thousands of years due to its history. It is partly a living testament to the foundations of the Dinobot faction. The city was made of stone and metal. The construction of which would be reminiscent of a cross between the forts/castles of the middle ages and temples of the Middle East. The city's most iconic land mark was 'The Kings' temenous'. It was a place that was much like a temple. Where the forecarriers of the Dinobot faction went for peace, quiet and to plan and prepare. It was pretty much a memorial now, only the King and his trusted knights had access.

Part of the temenous was 'The hall of primordial Kings'. It was a living monument to the knights and Kings of old. Around the central memorial, there were six large statues of Dinobots. These were the previous kings who had fallen in glorious, honourable battle. Of course they fought till their last spark. Every King was memorialised for their achievements. One had fought hundreds of Terrorcons to save just five Dinobots. One had challenged the Terrorcon Lord to a one on one fight. The outcome of that challenge, lead to both their deaths. The central memorial held their swords. All six were implanted in slots. The swords were large and personalised for each King on their preference. One slot remained for the latest and possibly last king.

Grimlock entered the room. Every time he entered this room, he felt a sense of majesty and respect. He felt humbled to be the successor to the line of Kings. He held his sword in hand but did not place it in the slot. He felt he was not ready for that honour. He stood looking at all the kings. Grimlock was pretty much the last of the royal CNA line. He considered himself to be the last or at least only heir for the time being. Though his advisors and his knights recommended him to find a sparkmate, he chose not to, his usual answer to that question was that an heir was chosen after the King died. He was the toughest there is, he would not die.

Though not the best argument, it was mostly used when he was frustrated with some bot. In truth he felt that he was not ready to sire a sparkling until he crushed the two armies that stood in the way of the planets freedom. Revenge and punishment to the Predacons and the Terrorcons would come first, if he survived, then he might 'settle down', but not while he had a war to fight, a war that has ongoing for thousands of stellar cycles. Grimlock sought out to end it in his lifetime, and bring the Dinobots to ultimate victory. He continued staring at the kings thinking about all they have done, all he has done and the war overall. Outside this room he felt great strength, especially with his fellow Dinobots. Here however he felt mostly only the desire to honour his kings and bring the war to its end. He wished to bring the Dinobots victory. Even if it did mean the end of his life, he would fight to the bitter end if it saved his faction. He would fight for his Kings. But there was also a part of him that desired carnage, war and the slaughter of his enemies, this ferocity drives him to complete his goals.

Part of him regretted the king's death, but a small part of him scorned them for their failures to prove who was stronger. This part he hated himself for, but the fact that he stood here while they were nothing but memorials, made him feel that he was stronger than them. After all it was the Dinobot way, to be the toughest there is and continue to prove and show it. But he also respected their sacrifices and gave their statues many promises, hoping he could show himself to be a worthy king to everyone and finish the war whether he lived or not.

'Me Grimlock, will finish what you all started...We Dinobots will fight for our ways. Me Grimlock will prove that me is one of you. Me will honor you and be like you, all of you... Dinobots are the strongest there is, we will fight for weak and scrap the monsters that prey on them. Your legacy shall live through me Grimlock and all, Dinobots will prove to all who the real warriors are... me Grimlock give you me word' he promised to their endless sparks.

Grimlock looked at the sword slot. He contemplated for a while about, putting the sword in it to prove he was one of them. 'NO... me Grimlock join them when me complete promise, whether me live and win, or join statues, after facing Dinobots enemies' he told himself, he griped his sword tightly. Then he bowed before them and left the hall.

The scanner recognised his royal CNA and let him leave the hall of Primordial Kings. As soon as Grimlock left he was back to his usual self, the side of him that anyone would tell you about. He went to the throne room and took his seat. There he looked out over the city, seeing its magnificence. The daily reports were brought in. Their Grimlock monitored the progression of the Dinobots and enemies occupation. Current data supplied by scouting parties, the progress of construction and the repairs of the Dinobots, who took part in the retaking of Primitax. Of those Grimlock was most concerned with, was Swoop and Slag who have been in repair centres for the past few solar cycles. Their damage taken was extensive; Grimlock cared for them even though he would prefer them to just shrug it of like he did. He awaited further progress, though his mind was occupied by the itching for a fight.

Location: The Alps of Terrorcor

sub location: Tyranticul (The fortress of the Terrormasters)

Rm: ' I Will Find Him' Man of Steel OST (i'm picking these due to how similar these parts of the movie, are too this story. Plus i love that move =)

Over the past few days the stench of defeat was in the air. But the stench of the Terrormaster known as blot was even smellier. The Terrorcons had amassed large quantities of metals, Primitive bodies and energy to consume, though it would have been much more if the Dinobots had not interfered. Blot had returned with what was left of his army, beaten humiliated and defeated. The Terrorcons were often not used to defeat, mostly because in the past they were used to successful raids and low scale conflicts, and they had extreme overconfidence to boot. When the news was received, disappointment, anger, frustration, hunger and ridicule filled the air. The forces under Blot received a lot of this abuse, but even they joined in against the supposed Terrormaster, who was supposed to lead them to victory. Any respect they had for him was lost the day Blot was beaten by Slag. The day the easy take over was beaten by those considered, nothing more than challenging and elusive food. Now the Dinobots were a direct challenge to the Terrorcons reign.

When Blot had returned he was pretty much arrested on sight. Imprisoned in Tyranticuls brig, considered to be the most, foul, spirit crushing and breaking experience imaginable, after solar cycles in a dark cell, being chained down, with only metal scraps for fuel, Blot endured a harsh few solar cycles. But it could have been worse, besides plans for him were already being made. Blot felt weak, he already knew he had little respect. He tried to earn it at Primitax, it was going quite well until The Dinobots came, then his desire to win respect got the better of him.

'Why did me not kill Slag? Why me hesitate... now me in brig and my forces have no respect. Me can only hope that, me can lead again when Hun-Grr deals with me' Blot thought sadly. His mental state wasn't improving, he hated the others for imprisoning him, for abusing him and disrespecting him. He hated the Dinobots and Slag most of them all. But most of all he hated himself. 'They hate me smell, me cannot help it. Now me being punished because me fail a mission, there is no way me will be allowed to be terrormaster now. Me tried my best, but they only want me punished, rather than fighting Slag and real enemies, they make themselves feel better by punishing me. Why do they hate me, why can I not prove meself?' he cried depressingly.

It seemed like Vorns, to Blot when in reality he was only there for little over two solar cycles. His depression was like a never ceasing cancer, growing and consuming his very core. Haunted by his failures and the treatment he received, he had little hope of redemption. Then about a solar cycle later he met his fate.
Two large Terrorcon guards came in, Blot noticed their dragon forms. They meant that they were of Hun-Grr's guard, and he was going to be facing his lord himself. Hun-Grr chose those of strong and powerful forms, most of them were similar forms to himself or Sinnertwin but other ones were chosen as well, for their abilities/skills. The guards released Blots bonds, and grabbed him by the shoulders; with their strength they dragged him out the cell door. Eventually they reached the Throne room, there at the corners and sides of the room were Hun-Grr's guards standing motionless. Next to the throne, stood Sinnertwin in beast mode and Rippersnapper in robot mode. Sat on the Throne, was Hun-Grr, Blot noticed the look on his face, of anger and disappointment. Hun-Grr chewed on the arm of a primitive. Taking out chunks, clearly the glint in his optics could be seen, while he ate, though the scowl on his face was still there. Blot was forced to his knees in front of his Lord. The Guards drew their swords and threatened Blot with them, ready to decapitate if necessary. Blot felt their hatred, and complied. He looked up at his fellow terrormasters, Rippersnapper just smiled; Blot could tell he was enjoying his punishment. He always hated Blot, and pretty much anyone else was inferior. So the chance to watch Blot be humiliated or worse was better than eating any solar cycle.

Sinnertwin's heads snarled. He found that no only was Blot incompetent, but also a failure. He scorned Hun-Grr for not giving him the task of destroying Primitax. Now their forces are reduced and beaten. He wanted Blot to suffer, at least then we would get some enjoyment out of the failures he brought upon them. He would have torn Blot apart then but the threats of Hun-Grr were enough to hold him back. Also Blot's smell was quite hard to wash of if he did try. So ST simply awaited the punishment Blot would receive, with great anticipation of its outcome. The two awaited in anticipation.

'Good, now Terrorcons we judge the failed one, the one who failed to give me my metal...MY FOOD. We will pass sentence, we decide what to do with this idiot' Hun-Grr snarled. Looking terrifying as ever.
'Rah yes we teach him why Terrorcons should not fail grah' One head snarled. 'ARRGH WE pUNSH YOU, SHOW YOU WHY YOU FAILED, THEN WE MAKE YOU SUFFER...RIP AND TEAR GRAHHHH' Sinnertwins other head growled.

'Grahh Rippersnapper can't wait to watch you crumble, to become nothing to anyone ever again' he screamed excitedly.
Blot sighed, 'Why me...me tried me best, now they treat me like slag, and not edible slag either' he waited for them to begin the hearing. He did not expect any sympathy, just unfair punishments. He waited for te inevitable trial. The trials were not really trials. Mostly you defended yourself and they might reduce your punishment. Blot was not one for such arguments. 'Me doomed' he sighed to himself.

Continued in part 2...

Alright this may be disappointing, but i was really struggling to finish this. I need time to make sure i'm happy with the idea for this chapter. So i'm putting it into two parts. Sorry if your disappointed, but hey at least i'm back... right?
So a serious question. I've created this trial to show the cruelness of the terrorcon faction. However i am unsure what to do with Blot. Their are a few things he could do.

One- he would become the Terrormasters errand boy. They would task him things and if he didn't he would be food. The main reason for this is in the next chapter we will see the return of Cutthroat. So Blot will be sent to find him as it is 'his fault'. This could go multiple ways depending on what I do with his future.

two- he's let of but demoted and hid forces are divided for the other Terrormasters. Therefore making him a standard terrorcon. (not the best idea but hey it's quite a good punishment. especially considering Terrorcons do not care for another, in fact they eagerly await there comrades death as that is free rations for all.

Three- one of my favorite ideas other than 'one'. Blot dies. Yes the terrormasters decide he needs to be executed for is failure. This will of course have repercussions on the terrorcons. And at the end of this story will be very significant.

You might wonder 'why is this egotistical idiot telling you his?'
Well the answer is i'm offering you the reviews and readers the chance to change the direction of the story. yes i am indeed quite unsure which direction to take, i just feel uncomfortable when trying to choose a path. So if you tell me which one I could take then not on;y do you get to shape the story, but help me make it.
Please tell me ether by PM or Review which one you think i should choose. I'll delay this story until i receive maybe two messages about this at least. Ill wait a month if necessary, just please help a transfan out, i'll award you all full credit. And if you have a question i'll give you the answer, kit could be anything. Just as a little reward you know.
Also besides that pls R&R in general. Thanks for reading and i'll see yous again.
P.s. i might give multiple choice things like this in the future. It helps me shape it and gives me, the chance to interact with you

Till all are One.