Phase: 1 – Chapter: 2
The tower was swarmed with dark clouds covering the skies in darkness. Purple lightning struck from the heavens, as if it were trying to strike the building, like an evil lair atop a tall structure. Inside the tower, a dark shadowy figure with monstrous red eyes sat upon its throne, alone in a shroud of shadows. Lightning struck the window beside him.
Starscream walks in, coming by entrance as it opens itself, as he enters.
As he entered through the door, he said in a deep groaning voice.
Megatron: What do you want, Starscream.
Starscream: L-L-Lord Megatron, I have some great interesting news, for Soundwave has found some of it.
The Decepticon leader narrowed at glimpse, as the sky commander approached at its centre. Because of that, no one is crossing his.
Megatron: What do you have to report for me?
Starscream starts with an act of drama, as if part of a riddle.
Starscream: Soundwave has been tracking the Autobots. Which means, they could lead the Autobots base, and lead to Optimus Prime.
The leader remained seated, waiting for no one to react. As soon as the moment came, his eyes lit up with excitement.
Megatron: Has it been located at their base?
Starscream: H-h-huh, no my liege, it has not. If the Autobots will sooner lead to their base, and wipe out the resistance for good.
Rising from his throne, he loomed over them, terrifying to behold.
Megatron: Spare me, for your dramatic excuse.
Then it came at his events as the second commander's thought had turned out of something out of pleasure.
Starscream: There's one more thing, that I speak on your permission?
The leader's eyes narrowed at his idiotic desire.
Megatron: Granted….
Starscream: I willed to pursued to lead my Seekers, and crush Optimus Prime-
Megatron has snares at his commander in a bit of rage.
Megatron: No!
(The sky-commander went pity confused)
Starscream: W-w-wha, but Megatron this is our chance to finished him once and–
(Banged to his chair by hand clutching its fists.)
Megatron: Be silent!
Starscream just jolted back in shocked by his rage. Trembling and fearing for his life, he stood up from his chair and walked slowly towards him.
(His hand grabbed Starscream's shoulder in clutches.)
Megatron remains in its darkness.
Megatron: Optimus, is my only personal choice. And your duty is to hunt them down. But he is mine to take it.
(Lightning stroke)
The darkness shone in light as the shadows remained quicker than seconds. The leader let go of him.
Megatron: Continued on for your patrol. And leave me in peace.
As the sky commander he went sheepishly and highly. He would've dared to challenge him, yet.
Starscream: O-of course mighty Megatron.
The door opens with slides itself as he walks throughout, exiting the throne room and simply closing up. Megatron returns to his seat.
– At the door
Starscream was standing in silence by turning away, and walked on with serious sneering at its glaring down to himself.
– At Iacon
Ironhide, Sideswipe, and Bumblebee have nearly arrived at their base. Ironhide was carefully cautious, if the Decepticons well ambushed them.
(Ironhide raising his blaster)
Ironhide: Okay. Were almost there.
Sideswipe agreed for him.
Sideswipe: Way ahead of ya sir.
The red bulking bot returns to positions to keep walking as the rest joins in moving to safety. At the top of the dark grey skies was Laserbeak flying to follow them in staying out of sight.
– At the Autobot base
In the underground of the Autobot resistance, the base was filed electronically in computers, with sounds of typing boards, as many the bots are keeping eyes of decepti-chops. At the medical facility bay, surroundings with dozens of wounded, injured Autobots needed for their repair. But others have died. A white and red-stripe medical bot named: Ratchet who'd purceed by repairing with tools.
(Ratchet sparked tool in patches bot)
Ratchet with serious looks by only succeeding health care. Recently he regained hopes for his spark. Helpers came with two medic bots to keep the patients settled.
(Opening doors)
A figure of two Autobots helping a injury flyerbot carrying in arms with Prowl, was on battle patrol station. Sore and painful onto the biting deep wounds as sparks sprung.
Prowl: Ratchet! This bot needs a medical over here.
Ratchet: By the Allspark! Put him on the side repair table now!
The medic bot nodded to him, as they carried along in the sick bay surgical room by table. They place him carefully in pulling by force, as the doctor due to his work.
Flyerbot: Arrgh! Arrgh! (Painful inch by deep wounds)
Prowl: Easy there soldier.
The police bot calmed him a bit better. As Ratchet asks it quickly.
Ratchet: What happened here!?
Prowl: I found him at the border, by crashing on his sight.
(Ratchet continues tinkering with tools)
Prowl: I never seen it, anything like it. The bite marks is so-huge, we've never encountered it?
Ratchet: (Sigh) That maybe…. But I'd never seen anything like it, and who'd we'd be up against.
Ratchet's face was completely unsure with pity. Trying to maintain his focus without fixing the bot injuries.
Prowl: Who could've done this?
The medic bot interrupts the police bot.
Ratchet: Can you please, let me adjust and concentrate.
Prowl: Sorry.
In his continuously, as the doc was working onto stitching by metal parts, with limps, legs, evening chestplate. Ratchet hearing on his audio net, the memories flashed for his very old optics.
(4 millions years ago, Battle of Palohex, Kaon)
Autotrooper 5: Medic! We need a medic overheard!
The Autobots remained on firing at targets from their enemy, as under cover with ditches. Bots shoot it multiple times, but the cons fire back and take one bot down. One by one died from death, until Ratchet and his assistant came rolling in alt-mode to change robot-mode.
Ratchet: Where's the patient!?
He declares as quickly to hurry, the autobot drone showed him.
Autobot Drone 5: She over there.
Ratchet quickly in the trench by undergrowth, while Red Cog, Skids and Prowl carry their rifle in shooting the Decepticons. He arrived and saw an injured dying fembot, laying off a losing Energon by pain. And was about going offline.
Fembot 01: Arrgh Ugh! (Sore and painful)
Ratchet: Easy there soldier, this won't take along.
He started to scan her by his arm wrist as beaming downward, and upward. Clears at his looks are no deeper injury.
Red Cog: Where are the Wreckers!
Skids: They'll be here in ten cycles! Right now the tank drones, we'll hold them off!
Ratchet has found it, leading his assistant to him with his own tools as a fix on the battlefield. A few Autobot tanks carried on fire once, and again, guns fired on drones in three, four, and five dead.
At the Decepticon side, four Decepticons stood firm, Strika, Bombstrapper, Dirge and Thrust. Strika waved its arm to target their neutron cannons.
Strika: FIRE!
The neutron cannons fired the first shot in time. Eighteen Autobots are vaporised. More arm cannons fired in one the sametime, at taking tank drones once in half. But Ratchet remained his focus by surgical tools of sustained Energon.
Autobot Drone 6: Decepticons had us pinned outnumbered, we need 'Project Guardians'!
Autobot Drone 7: The Project Guardians were destroyed centuries ago by the explosives!
(The bots lay the head of the defeated to remain there in the ditch.)
The battle was ranged to gain by a loud boom in reach of the trenches. As the medic of Ratchet's difficulty it remains a fragment, with the status of Fembot remaining her active.
Autobot Medic: Ratchet we gotta get her out of battle in medical bay pronto!
Ratchet didn't a butch in quite a hurry to be sustained. He ignored him to reject his opinion in leaving it by calming himself.
Autobot medic: Ratchet we need to–
Ratchet: I know that! I will not stop until it's fully operational, if that does were both scrapped!
(The med-bot thought only own to mistakes)
The blast of beaming kept on the powing, boom, and bang.
Ratchet: Where on Cybertron is Optimus!?
Prowl: He'll be here! I– hoped so?
Spinster and Skytread, shot down the bots by eight ammos. Strika remains her stand.
Strika: Dirge! Thrust! Take down their ditch!
Dirge and Thrust flew in cybertronian jets in near approach with close, ready fired missiles launched. But just in split seconds, a group of wreckers shoots them down in a big boom. Crash landed down in black smoke.
Red Cog: The Cavalries are here!
Seven Wreckers rushed through in passing, firing with their machine guns.
(The anger came Strika)
Strika: Wreckers. I had enough with Wrecker!
She changed her robot mode into a cybertronian twin-cannon tank as it was focused on a narrow target, as she thought in take down.
Strika: TERMINATE!
Boom! the blasts of two beams, so powerful it can take the rest of each resistance in deactivating them. Two Wreckers shot dead. With the horror of Ratchet blue eyes, seen massacre. Strika gave another firing shot.
(Boom by second two beams)
The blasts came on Ratchet's trench, and he was done for being unable to extinguish his spark, until.
Autobot Drone 6: WE'RE BOTH SCREWED!
Boom, it came with a giant arm to shield from Strika's blast missed hit, covered with black smoke.
(Medic bot phrase in dramatic)
Autobot Medic: What was that?
Skids: I don't know, but–
(The black smoke didn't cleared longer)
The Autobots glimpse smoke behind it, as the decepticons watched in absolutely with comments. Till he looked like a dark figure of giant form.
Decepticon Drone 4: What in Primus' name is that!?
The giant's eyes stared down in threat of battle, stood firmly, adjusted to protect their friends aside resistance. Ratchet, Prowl, Red Cog and the others gazed up often.
(Another figure was small, but tall as leader)
Autobot Medic: Is that?...
Ratchet froze in awesomely by the look of a dark figure with the same blue eyes down the allies. And he knew it was a leader of resistance.
(A voice of Prowl talks to him, as flashback ended.)
Prowl: Ratchet…. Ratchet…. Ratchet…..
Waking from his modular functions to snap back into reality.
Ratchet: (breathe deeply)
Prowl: Are you alright?
Ratchet remained to focus on flyerbot as utterly to ease the anxious motives.
Ratchet: I'm just fine now, I need to focus on it.
(Prowl won't helped to heal the doctor)
Prowl: I understood…. I–I leave you to it.
The police bot walked out the entrance as the door closed behind him.
– At the control of visa
The consoles of the Autobots are watching the screens in each camera, to keep eyes on the Decepticons at bay of their patrolling.
Gears, Hound and Brawn on their seats with their own control. Hound saw only Ironhide and his friends were nearly arriving in moments.
Hound: (sighed in relief system)
The leader; Optimus Prime walked and stood, with his gentle soul as he asked in a calm voice to be smoothly wiser.
OP: Hound, have you depicted any Decepticons?
Hound: No prime. But if the Decepticons had been located in our base, you'd know we'd be unable to win, and–and.
Hound looked puzzled to lose hope, but Optimus walked slowly to him. And he touched Hound's shoulder with a given courage.
OP: Don't despair my friend.
(Hound looked up at Prime)
Optimus remains of inner voice as breezes, instead in no doubts. Prime's face was only usually used on the battlefield in faceplate. A small smile gives it joy.
OP: Well soon leave Cybertron. Project: Exodus is nearly completed. We'll find the planet with a rich source of Energon to stable us. To regroup our refugees as we established the base, and then find away get back home.
Hound remains steady with regards to the returns console. There's hope yet to regain such.
Hound: When the time comes?
OP: When the time comes as well you'd know it. until now keep your up your optics on Decepticon for Iacon. That way, I'll call it them to be ready to leave. Have faith my friend.
Silence came to halt in which only to take along cycles. The leader walked off, and continued in his archives. But Prime remains to never say about.
– At the Building Facility
Optimus approached and stood to confirm, by looking at his optics in the unmost continuous of huge spaceships to carry with numbers thousands of crew. Ten space shuttles in ten crews. And in the middle was a giant ring-hole, tingering with a work of brilliant scientists and construction.
OP: Soon.
