Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers
AN: I know this is titled A Glimmer of Hope, but don't expect a lot of happyness. This is one of the most difficult parts of a story to write: You can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but there's still a lot more tunnel to go through.
Bio Update:
- Uranium (Female Transformer, Unknown) – The sparkmate of First Gunner, Uranium was one of the most famous biochemists on Seibertron before the war. During that time, Master Megatron tricked her into conducting several experiments that he later combined to create the Red Rust Plague. By the time she realized what he was doing, it was too late. Nearly half of the planetary population died before she and her sparkmate were able to destroy the plague, turning Seibertron into a cold, metal husk in the process. Emotionally broken by the horror she unknowingly caused, Uranium requested her own imprisonment, in spite of the fact that she was found innocent of any responsibility relating the the plague. During the Black Hole Incident, she relocated to Earth along with the rest, but returned to her cell upon Seibertron's restoration. Because her sentence was self imposed, only one guard was assigned to her cell to make sure she stayed safe, and no cameras were ever activated. She was free to walk out whenever she chose. Since the trial of Galaxy Convoy, tensions in the Alliance have been mounting, and she has left the planet for reasons known only to herself and First Gunner. Alternate mode is a modified Earth Biochemical Transport.
Part 19.0: A Glimmer of Hope
Chapter 166
Gasket chucked a rock, watching as it spiraled out into space. "This sucks," the small Speedian muttered. "We've been out here for weeks, and what do we find? A whole lot of nothing, that's what!"
Beside his small friend, Armbullet shrugged, "What the heck we looking for anyway?"
"Whatever it is, it sure isn't worth it!" Gasket whined again, chucking another rock. Like the first one, it spiraled away. Eventually, the supermassive black hole would draw it in. Gasket guessed that they were probably going to be around longer than the rock he just chucked, and it still had maybe a million years before it reached the event horizon. "Some mission. This was little more that a low blow to get us out of the way and out of the action. Our new boss is nothing more than a lousy, greedy, power-hogging son of a..."
"Nice to know you think so highly of me, Gasket."
Both members of the self-proclaimed combi team jumped to attention with a yelp. Nemesis Convoy eyed them carefully. He waited, keeping the calm businessman look on his face. Gasket began to relax, thinking the unfinished insult was brushed under the rug. It wasn't. The second Gasket showed signs of relaxing Nemesis Convoy pounced, grabbing the Speedian by the neck and slamming him into the surface of the small asteroid they were on, an asteroid that nearly cracked into pieces from the force of the blow.
"I don't care if I send you to search for the edge of the universe," the Destron Commander growled. "If I say do it, you will do it without complaint. Insult me behind my back again, and I will remove your reason for sleeping with a female."
Gasket paled, "I get it. I get it. Get off!"
Standing, Nemesis Convoy stared out at the expanse of glowing gas, "There is something here that can give us an advantage. I don't know what it is, but it must be found. That is why you two are here."
"You won't find what you are looking for here, dark one," said a voice.
With a yelp of surprise, Gasket and Armbullet reached for their weapons. "All right!" Armbullet shouted. "Who's out there?"
Idiots, Nemesis Convoy growled to himself. Turning, he sent a burst of energy into a nearby asteroid, shattering it to reveal the black figure hiding behind it.
"You're good," the figure mused. Armbullet fired at it, but his blasts simply washed through the illusion. "But I'm better," the voice said again as the asteroid beneath them exploded.
Soundblaster watched from afar as the three damaged Destrons escaped into Fire Space, his optics narrowing behind his visor. Warp technology wasn't supposed to work in the core of the galaxy. Apparently the Fallen's death meant that the protective barriers the Xian survivors had set up generations ago no longer functioned.
"It is no longer safe here for us," he mused. "It is time for us to leave."
