Galvatron: Unleashed!
Chapter Four: Blitz
In the Forretress Maximus, headquarters of the Autobot Elite Guard, the twin Autobots Jetfire and Jetfire were manning the radar system.
"Sentinel Prime, sir!" called out Jetfire, in a distinctive russian accent. "We are spotting something very strange!"
"What is it, soldier?" said Sentinel, marching across the room.
"The radar is detecting craft approaching us, sir." said Jetfire.
"What kind of craft?" responded Sentinel.
"We are not knowing, sir." chipped in Jetstorm, in an equally think russian tongue. "It is not corresponding to any make of craft on record."
"Have you tried hailing it?" offered Sentinel.
"Several times." replied Jetfire. "It has not been replying."
"I am thinking he is very rude." declared Jetstorm.
"Rude nothing." snarled Sentinel. "If the craft won't declare itself, we will have to consider it hostile. Alert the rest of Elite Guard. We are launching a pre-emptive strike!"
High above Cybertron, Galvatron, in his spacecraft form, descended on the planet. As he neared the city of Iacon, he spotted a number of spaceships; Most of them were blue and white, but one was gray, red, and orange. Powering up his particle accelerator cannon, now located on the nose of his vehicle mode, Galvatron let use a volley of prescision shots, taking out each ship's cockpit, thrusters and wings, rendering them totally useless.
'No need for those oversized toys.' Galvatron thought to himself. 'I will crush every one of these so-called "Autobots" myself, with my own bare servos!'
The Metroplex, main building for the Autobot High Council, news of Galvatron's initial attack had come through. Cerebros, a gray-and-white Autobot with an enlarged cranium, was reading out the report.
"The Elite Guard Cruisers have all been crippled." he declared.
"What about Omega Supreme?" asked the Ratchet, the Autobot medic.
"He too has been badly damaged." stated Cerebros. "In his current state, it will be impossible for him to transform."
"So just like that, we've lost our most powerful weapon." said Optimus Prime.
"The situation cannot be allowed to escalate further." declared Ultra Magnus, Supreme Commander of the Autobots. "The Elite Guard are already moving to contain the threat, but with Megatron's escape, we cannot afford to take things lightly. Contact Dai Atlas at the dojo. Have him send all available cyber-Ninjas to join the Elite Guard."
"You got it, UM." said the Autobot's communications officer, a yellow-and-red 'bot named Blaster.
Galvatron made his final approach to Iacon, shifting into robot mode as he neared the ground. As he landed, he noticed that the city was empty; Unknown to him, the civillian Autobots had been evacuated.
A roaring in the distance caught Galvatron's attention. Turning around, he saw a veritable battalion of what were presumably Autobots approaching. Grinning in savage anticipation, he walked forward to greet them. The head of the formation, a blue truck, stopped a few feet away from Galvatron and transformed into a large-chinned robot mode.
"Decepticon!" Sentinel yelped, spotting the symbol on Galvatron's chest. Composing himself, he continued. "You have comitted an act of war against the Autobot race, and unless you surrender, we will respond in kind!"
"Oh, my." declared Galvatron sarcastically. "I'm petrified!"
"I'll take that as a 'no', then." snarled Sentinel. "Autobots, attack!"
As one, the Elite Guard and Cyber-Ninja Corps transformed and attacked.
The red giant Warpath unleashed a laser blast from his chest cannon, which Galvatron effortlessly deflected with one of his maces. Jetfire and Jetstorm unleashed twin bursts of fire and wind, encasing the Decepticon in a blazing tornado. For a moment, it seemed like they had done it. But when the flames died down, there Galvatron stood, singed but otherwise unharmed. With a speed belying his size, Galvatron rushed forward, uppercutting Jetfire and Jetstorm, sending them both flying. He then grabbed their foot servos and swung them towards the charging Warpath, smashing their heads into his.
As the three Elite Guard members fell to the ground, Sky Garry, master of the art of Cyber-kickboxing, swung his fist at Galvatron, striking his chin. The blow actually caused Galvatron to stumble back. Galvatron then responded with a punch of his own, shattering Sky Garry's chin and downing the Autobot. The swordsbots, Star Saber and Springer, leapt to avenge their fallen comrade. Pitting their swords against Galvatron's maces, they found that he could match them blow-for-blow. Spotting an opening, Springer thrust his sword into Galvatron's midriff.
"RAAARGH!" screamed the Deception.
"Take that, Decepticreep!" jeered Springer.
Galvatron's optics glowed a deeper red. He did not like pain. It reminded him of the tortures the five-faced ones inflicted on him when he did not obey. Such pain would not go unpunished. Leaping into the air, he fired his cannon at his two foes, who were not quick enough to escape the blast.
As Galvatron landed, he was accosted by Heavy Load, Grandus, and Grandus' brother, Dag Base, all masters in the art of Cyber-sumo wrestling. They all came at him at once, hoping to overwhelm him through sheer weight of numbers. However, Galvatron's strength exceeded even their's. He broke free of their hold, smashed Heavy Load in the faceplate with his maces, flung Grandus into the nearest building, and fired a particle accelerator blast that went right through Dag Base's body, totally scrapping the oversized Autobot.
As Galvatron spitefully surveyed his fallen enemies, he was suddenly struck by a glancing blow by Sentinel's energy shield.
"Ah, yes." said Galvatron nonchalantly, as he pulled out Springer's sword. "I had almost forgotten about you."
"I'm taking you down, Decepticon." spat Sentinel. Usually more talk then action, he was now fully aware of what Galvatron was capable of, and couldn't allow him to go any further. Sentinel had resolved to stop him, or die trying.
"I highly doubt that." Galvatron drily declared, dropping the sword.
"Doubt it all you like, it's still gonna happen." said Sentinel, full of bravado. "And then, what's left of you can tell your boss Megatron that's he'll never win!"
Galvatron threw back his head and laughed. "Foolish Autobot, I call no-one master! Autobot, Decepticon, you are all the same: Products of the five-faced ones. I shall cleanse you all from this world, just as I shall cleanse the universe of all traces of their wretched existence!"
"But you're a Decepticon, too." Pointed out Sentinel, trying to produce some kind of argument to this warped conversation. "By that logic, shouldn't you destroy yourself?"
"When my mission is over." declared Galvatron. "When the five-faced filth and all that they have created are purged from existence, then I shall end my own."
"Not if I end it first!" declared Sentinel, rushing forward. He threw his shield just as Galvatron raised his maces, knocking them out of his hands. Then Sentinel jabbed his lance straight into the hole made by Springer's sword.
"AAAGGH!" shrieked Galvatron, his body spasming in agony, electricity sparking around the wound.
Sentinel kept pushing, fully intending to keep going until the lance went through the other side. Galvatron, however, had other ideas. Resisting the pain, he managed to raise his cannon, pointing it straight at Sentinel's shoulder.
"Oh, slag." muttered Sentinel, the cannon's building energies painting his face purple.
The blast tore right through the left side of Sentinel's body, destroying his arm and most of his chest, leaving what was left of him sprawled on the ground.
"A good warm-up." sneered Galvatron, looking in the direction of the Metroplex. "Now for the real workout!"
And with that, he was airborne again, leaving the bodies of the dead and dying beneath him as he soared toward his target.
To Be Continued...
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