Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm

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Chapter 96

"Dead, all of them!" Skywarp yelled at her. "I'm lucky I was able to even recover their bodies!"

Chromia, bored by the pirate's raving, simply responded, "We warned you he was dangerous. Apparently, your captain didn't take us seriously."

"Do I look like an ass to you?" Skywarp spat. "You tricked us!"

"So why are you here?" Chromia asked. Asshole, she mentally added.

"Bring them back!" Skywarp threatened, pointing his gun directly at her. "Bring them back or I'll kill you!"

"Now we can't have that, can we boys?" Chromia grinned evilly. Gasket and Armbullet chuckled with glee as they pointed their own weapons at Skywarp. "Fire one shot, and you will join your companions." Skywarp glared at her, but lowered his weapon. "We can bring them back," Chromia said, "But it would require something on your part. Will you swear loyalty to us, and promise the loyalty of your companions?"

"You want me to sell you my spark, and the sparks of my comrades?" Skywarp asked.

"Or you can leave," Chromia said.

Skywarp hesitated. He'd do anything for his comrades, even sell his soul to the devil. He was being offered a Faustian Bargain. The question was, could he really sell his comrades as well? He was the last surviving member of the Dutchman's crew though, so it was his call. Finally, he nodded, "Okay, you have a deal."

Chromia smiled, Got them!

Well done, Chromia.

Thank you, Master Galvatron. Perhaps we can discuss this later? she asked.

I will look forward to it.

"Black Nitro Convoy!" Chromia called. A Warp Gate opened and the Transformer stepped through, carrying Planet Force in his hands. He gave it to Chromia, who grinned and began forcing her power into it. A horrible screeching sound filled Fire Space, causing Skywarp, Gasket, and Armbullet to cover their audio receptors. Chromia cackled and a small smile actually appeared on Black Nitro Convoy's face, both unbothered by the screeching.

Planet Force was in Pain!

Vector Prime, deep inside the recesses of time, sadly lowered his head.

Galaxy Convoy was overseeing the reconstruction of Earthfall Airfield when he suddenly fell to his hands and knees, the Matrix sparking behind his chest plates.

In Earth's night sky, Emission was flying, trying to relieve some stress, when she suddenly had to stop. Every instinct in her was screaming that something was wrong.

On X2, Super Starscream had just started the reformatting of another area when he too sensed something; something he had felt before when he sent Noise Maze to investigate.

Concealed in his hiding place, Rodimus Convoy woke up, feeling cold all over.

Slowly, twisted tendrils of green light extended from Planet Force, touching and engulfing the six wreaked forms in front of her, reformatting them. Chromia laughed even louder. Now, Rodimus Convoy, we'll see how long you can hide!

The Destron Army had become much more dangerous.