Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm
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Chapter 118
"In short, while the Caretaker of the Matrix of Leadership is, by tradition, Soushireikan of the Cybertron Army, if we want this Alliance to continue to function in the future, after we are dead and gone, we need to secure a line of authority, so that the interests of both Transformers and Humans are served," Dreadlock finished. He sat down. "Amendment #217 is now open for debate. Any arguments, Nitro Convoy?"
"None," the Speedian replied. "On Speedia, the government has always been flexible. As far as I'm concerned, this maintains the flexibility of the Alliance."
"I'm afraid I have to disagree," Flame Convoy said. "We know that the Caretaker will be killed by Primus if he becomes corrupted. The Matrix will not bear a corrupted holder. I see no reason to vote for Amendment #217. It places the power meant for Primus, someone incorruptible, into the hands of this Alliance Counsel, which I'm sorry to say, can become corrupt in the future."
"That is true, but Dreadlock has a point," Galaxy Convoy said, standing. "Dreadlock, it is no secret that we've lost trust with each other, and there is no doubt in my mind that this Amendment stems from the deal I had made with Super Starscream." Dreadlock flinched, as Galaxy Convoy was right. There was a feeling of anger flowing towards him from the other Counsel Members. "However, it only proves that you are right. I may be the Caretaker of the Matrix, but I am mortal. I can make mistakes. The lost trust between myself and Dreadlock is my fault, and I hope you accept my apologies for any damage my actions might have caused this Alliance." Instantly, the feeling in the room changed from anger to guilt, as the Members realized what the Soushireikan was saying. "Even a person who means well will make mistakes; even someone who maintains the worthiness to hold the Matrix can harm the Alliance by making a wrong choice. Primus is not the leader of the entire galaxy. He created our race, but not the Humans, or other races we may come across in the future. Primus may choose the Caretaker of the Matrix, but the Alliance should have a say as to whether the Caretaker's morals make him fit for the title of Soushireikan of the Cybertron Army.
"Before the war, the Sentinels had a similar system, and it served them well until the rise of the Destrons. I believe we should adapt their system to our own, and that is what this Amendment does. I propose to add Amendment #217 to the Constitution."
Flame Convoy stood, "I had my doubts, but you know what you're talking about. I second the motion."
"All in favor?" Dreadlock asked. The hands rose, and he counted. "The vote is unanimous in the affirmative. Amendment #217 passes. Is there any other business?"
Galaxy Convoy passed out a few data chips, "This was given to me by Noise Maze on Animatros. While I still do not know if I trust him, I feel that this will solve many problems." They all looked at the words: Treaty of Balance. "This Treaty simply asks that the Alliance recognizes any who join with Super Starscream as members of a separate galactic government, with Super Starscream at its head. It also outlines how, and under what circumstances, that either government can declare war on the other."
"What is to be the name of their government, and the capital?" Nitro Convoy asked.
"The X2 Federation," Galaxy Convoy said. "Apparently, Super Starscream has been remolding a dead world in Planet X's image, calling the planet X2, which is to be their capital. Noise Maze would not disclose the location. This is the only thing that disturbs me. While I think the Treaty would benefit the galaxy, I do not think we should sign it without knowing the location of X2."
"I agree," Dreadlock said. "I move to return the Treaty as soon as possible, with the modification that the location of X2 and Seibertron be known to both sides at all times."
"I second the motion," Ambassador Franklin said. "I also move that before we sign, he repays Earth for the panic he caused."
"Seconded. All in favor?" Dreadlock asked. All hands went up. "The motion passes. At the next available opportunity, Super Starscream receives the Treaty with the modifications." He smiled to Galaxy Convoy, "Soushireikan, you have more than received my acceptance of your apologies today, you have also regained my trust. Is there any more business to attend to at this time?" Everyone shook their heads. "Then we shall adjourn…" A roar shook the building, interrupting Dreadlock. "What the hell was that?"
Galaxy Convoy felt his circuits run cold as an evil laugh echoed. A Fire Space Warp Gate appeared, and a figure emerged. For a moment, fear froze him in place before he forced it down. It was like he was looking into a mirror, a mirror that showed him as the opposite of what he was. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"I am you. I am the shadow of you; the manifestation of what you are not," the stranger answered. "I am the true leader of this galaxy. I am Nemesis Convoy."
"You are a Destron," Galaxy Convoy said, noticing the purple symbols on Nemesis Convoy's shoulders. "Get out! You have no purpose here!"
"I have come to tell you that I will have what is mine, or else," Nemesis Convoy said. A fiery portal opened to show Bud, Naomi, and Hop, bound and gagged. "Unlike Master Galvatron, who was willing to wait until defeating you, I have no problems with terminating Humans, Galaxy Convoy."
"Let them go," the Soushireikan growled.
Nemesis Convoy raised his hand, "Then let me have what is mine." Galaxy Convoy suddenly doubled over as the Matrix glowed an angry red, as if Nemesis Convoy was connected to it the same way he was, and that Nemesis Convoy was trying to remove it.
Roaring in anger, Flame Convoy leapt at Nemesis Convoy, swinging his axe. Nemesis Convoy sidestepped, slamming his foot into the dragon's back, smashing him into the floor. Nitro Convoy and Live Convoy leapt forward as Signal Lancer assumed a guarding position in front of Ambassador Franklin. Nemesis Convoy raised his hands, summoning familiar blue blasts of lightning to knock back the other two. His blaster appeared in his left hand, and he shot in Signal Lancer's direction, who simply swatted the blast aside with his staff.
"FORCE CHIP! IGNITION!" Megalo Convoy bellowed. "MEGALO CRUSH!"
Dodging the axe, Nemesis Convoy ran up the handle and jumped. Drawing his fist back, he punched Megalo Convoy in the optic, shattering it. Roaring in pain, the Titan fell backwards, clutching at the now blind side of his head. Spinning through the air, Nemesis Convoy slammed Dreadlock into the ground. He then reached into his storage compartment and withdrew a needle. Inside was a program developed by Brushguard after he used a virus to get the necessary information from their hostage. Hop would survive unharmed, but he would be unconscious for a while. Quickly jabbing Dreadlock with the needle, Nemesis Convoy incinerated it before turning away. "Two choices, the Matrix, or the Humans."
"Stop!"
"What?" Nemesis Convoy muttered, turning back.
Galaxy Convoy, got to his feet, "That's far enough. GALAXY CONVOY! SUPER MODE!"
Nemesis Convoy snorted, "Not impressed. NEMESIS CONVOY! SUPER MODE!"
If Galaxy Convoy was surprised, he didn't show it. He flew forward, immediately on the offensive. Nemesis Convoy laughed as he flew around the room, dodging attacks and plasma blasts. He even showed no surprise when Galaxy Convoy summoned his sword. He continued to toy with his opponent until he had tired. A swirling vortex of energy then surrounded him. A Force Chip shaped the same as Galaxy Convoy's, only with a Destron symbol in it, fell into the slot on his right cannon (Author's Note: Nemesis Convoy's cannons are on the opposite sides of Galaxy Convoy's).
"FORCE CHIP! IGNITION!"
Seeing what his opponent was doing Galaxy Convoy did the same. "FORCE CHIP! IGNITION! GALAXY CANNON – FULL BLAST!"
"DEATH CANNON – FULL BLAST!"
The two attacks collided, exploding in a flash of light. When the room was visible again, Nemesis Convoy was gone, Warp Gate closing behind him.
He knew all my moves, and played me like a piano, Galaxy Convoy thought as he sounded the alarm.
