Transformers:Universe Episode 40
Timelines: “Stand Alone”

[Open in Darkness to the voice of Nemesis Prime.]
“Previously on Transformers: Universe.”

[Cybertron, Cybertropolis central command.]

Rattrap’s optics raise from the small drop of blood on Cheetor’s armrest, until they come to rest on the new supreme commander’s face.
“Now I don’t suppose you plan on explaining that.” He asks, standing up and leaning over the desk to point at the spot of crimson.
“I’m sorry Rattrap, but did you come to see me for something… I can’t seem to remember.” Cheetor shakes his head to play up the slight deception, hoping to once again evade the question.
“Okay spots, I’ll let this one go.” Rattrap says as he sits back down.
“I’ve actually got two things taxing my processors. We need to send a transwarp rescue ship to Earth, Optimus never planned to abandon them. In fact we were going to turn around and go back once Megatron was safely confined.” Rattrap mumbles the last few words, fist tightening in still burning anger.
Cheetor palms his face between both hands, he’d just been too busy the thought hadn’t crossed his mind.
As the commander’s head rises, Rattrap once again sees that he is no longer sitting across from his young friend.
“The stasis pods still in orbit are out of reach for a time, I have located a someone who will collect the few that have landed.” The Oracle’s feminine voice speaks through Cheetor’s motionless lips.
“Who’d you find to do that?” Rattrap asks.
This time Cheetor’s features do move as the Oracle speaks, he smiles.
“A warrior seeking to restore his honor.”

[Prehistoric Earth, Two years after Nemesis]

Chak and Una, the two young proto-hominids run through the jungle. Una laughs as she turns slightly and sees Chak’s mask. It had taken him a while to craft the crude likeness of Quickstrike out of clay, the vine he dragged in his left hand and the eight branched twig in his right completed the costume. It had become one of their games, sometimes Una would chase Chak dressed as Inferno, but since the tribe had move again she had not been able to find another of the large flowers needed to complete here disguise.
That was actually why they did these chases, scouting the area as they played.
Una continued to run from Chakstrike, Chak’s arms waving in the air and he hops up and down. Chak and Una’s laughter is infectious, even the silent watcher in the shadows chuckles at the scene. A pair of soft amber eyes looks up at him, as if reminding him to be quite –but it is too late. When he looks back out into the jungle both of the children have spotted him. Chak’s costume is all but forgotten in the dust as he and Una bolt for the village, a Scream-like roar erupts out of the shadows and the chase is on for real.

Dinobot bursts out of the jungle and skids to a stop as Chak and Una run behind the back of the Tribe leader looking for protection. Transforming without using his vocal activation code, Dinobot turns to see the leader reach for a weapon. The primitive rock hammer with a knotted wood handle looked like it had seen many uses. Suddenly Dinobot’s back arches, as he clutches his head, memories had begun returning to him, the process was painful, as if his Transmetal two body were attempting to restore the fog in his mind while it was being cleared by the newly remembered memories.
-a hilltop, looking down, “…Let the battle be joined.” Waspinator, Inferno, RAMPAGE, Megatron… the disk… “…Improvise!”, Rattrap. – Darkness and then light.
Parts of this memory he’d seen before on the bridge of the Nemesis, pieces were falling into place… that was his hammer the leader was holding.
Before Dinobot had even begun to readdress the situation at hand, a small: brown and black ball of fur leaped at him from out of the jungle. Struggling to get his hands into a safe configuration to catch the young pup was difficult, this body wasn’t designed to be a cradle for soft young things. Once she found a place to sit the Hyena pup growled at the three proto humans, only once before jumping down to sit between them.
Holding the hammer out to Dinobot the proto-human elder laughs.
“Impr-ovise” He says, while ushering the two children from behind him. He began saying something to them in their own language, Una did not look as convinced as Chak upon hearing their leader’s recounting of what Dinobot assumed was the story he himself only had pieces of. He wondered what he had done in his other life to worry the young girl so. As much as he wanted to know more, asking these people would take more time than he had. His new mission took precedence.
Pointing down at the pup, Dinobot motions with his hands in a circle.
“Can she stay here? I must go far away.” He adds, after touching his chest plate and pointing north.
Una’s frown breaks into a wide grin as she nods vigorously, kneeling down she scratches the pup on the muzzle. Looking back up at Dinobot she points to a small wooden enclosure next to one of the huts.
“Zinou.” She smiles. Chak runs off into a hut, after a russell and some harsh sounding grunts from an older female he returns with a bowl of water and a slab of meat.
Dinobot grins, he’s glad they understood. Though Chak’s mother might not be happy about it.
Turning Dinobot begins to say his activation code, when the elder’s hand falls on his shoulder.
“Maxi-mize?”
Dinobot nods, before his optics dim. It was the wrong code, but the elder was right.
“Activation code reset” the voice of the internal computer says.
“Maximize!” Dinobot yells, while he uses the correct internal commands to actually transform to beast mode.
[Fade to black as Dinobot leaves, Zinou looks up from Chak’s stake in time to see the end of the raptor’s tail disappear back into the foliage.]

[The snow is cold as it layers his Scaley form.]
It had been months of slow going, trudging through snow, over mountain ranges, ice flows and even open water. Here it was at last, Tigatron’s remote arctic outpost. The search was long and tedious, but it was necessary, Dinobot couldn't remember if he’d ever actually known where it was. In his previous life, before the girl found him he remembered admiring the Maximal’s determination and loyalty to his cause, both honorable and reprehensible. Yet the place… once he had seen it –did have the appeal of silence. Once his bone white form would have blended into this landscape easily. Now however he stood out like the space between stars.
She found him trapped under one of the bridge consoles miles and miles below the ocean surface, inside the crashed Decepticon battle ship Nemesis. Pined as he was, the ocean life had over time encrusted his form, and yet his transmetal two form constantly repaired itself. The result by the time he was found, had left him blackened from a year’s worth of rust and slagged sea life. She’d used her power on him then, and he knew her name… Primus, despite the form required his aid.

Now here he was, this was to be his main point of reference.
“I must find the pods.” He growled, as he once again set out.
[Fade out, as the black raptor moves away –fading into the darkness of the night sky. A small puff of frosty breath rises into the air, panting a small hyena pup collapses in the snow next to the relay station.]

[Arctic circle, prehistoric earth.]
“Nothing, not a bleep in my systems, there are no pods to the north.” Dinobot mumbles as he trudges back toward the relay station.
“What…no!” Dinobot roars as he transforms to robot mode, seeing the small form shivering against the side of the tower.
Picking up the small pup, Dinobot notices her paws are blue from the cold… as his monocle focus on the shaking form of Zinou in his hands, all he can think to do is to get her warm as quickly as possible. Focusing his laser into his empty hand he begins to quickly warm the metal. Switching her to that hand as he warms the other, in his haste however his laser being designed as a weapon –once again blows a small chunk out of his hand.
“I’ve got to get you back to the cavern I found, I can build a fire in there.” As he begins to run north again, this time with the small animal in his arms, the sound of the blowing snow blocks out all other sound.
[The camera pans away from Dinobot down to the small chunk of his hand left in the snow.]
The super heated bio-metal begins to melt into the snow… Not far below the surface, frozen in ice a downed Stasis pod activates. Its com voice activating as the small chunk sinks past it.
“Second suitable life form detected, activating replication systems.”

[Title sequence: A Moment of silence Is shattered by the roar of “Instruments of Destruction.”.]
Unicron’s body explodes. His head orbits Cybertron for a time as Cyclonus and Ultra Magnus battle in their original bodies. Suddenly the ground rumbles and the camera pans upward to show the giant Scorpinok rushing towards them... buildings falling to the wayside as he demolishes everything in his path.
Across the field of battle Swerve and Frenzy match blows between the missile and laser fire of the larger Soundwave and a large yellow and brown Autobot.
Looking up Ultra magnus watches as the orbiting head of unicron plunges into the atmosphere and changes shape.
Looking down Cheetor dodges the rapid fire pulses of Tankor and Strika, reflecting shots back at them with his blades. The Cybertropolis skyline fills with helidrones and Aerodrones as megatron laughs.
[The music Drops out as Snarl bursts forth from the Restoration tank, shouting “I Am Transformed.”]

[A fire burns brightly in a cavern, Snow blows wildly outside. The odd gust of cold wind drifts in to cause the Hyena puppy to shiver.]

“Come over here Zinou and lay closer to the fire.” Dinobot tries to coax the animal further into the cavern. But to no avail, she wont enter further into the cave.
“Computer, scan immediate area for life forms.” Dinobot asks.
*One Life-form detected .* The puppy’s ears perk up at the strange male voice.
“You must have gotten use to the other one.” Dinobot sighs. He’d changed his command codes back to a maximal setting only recently... trying to scout for active maximal sparks and stasis pods with a Predacon energy signature –even for a warrior of his caliber –was ill advised.
The thoughts instantly bring flashes of memories... the seemingly countless other times his systems were reset.
“I wish you would get closer to the warmth Zinou, there’s nothing Alive in here except you and I...”
Standing suddenly Dinobot’s monocle optic narrows.
“Computer Scan for Maximal and Predacon energy Signatures.!”

[fade out to Commercials.]

[Return: Cavern, Spectrum Scan.]
‘Unknown signals detected’ the computer responds in a tone quite unfitting the tension of the situation.
“I’m loosing my touch”, Dinobot snarls as his monocle's scanning beam completes another sweep.
“Attention Maximals!...” He calls out, pausing for an echo he switches to infrared.
...“I am”... no time to finish as a crushing force slams into his torso.
[As Dinobot flies backwards two red optics can be clearly seen, until the screaming bats envelop them and himself as they too flee the cavern.]

[Outside]
Dinobot slides a few yards across from the snow strewn entrance of the cavern. The blizzard and the spinning blurry his vision. He barely regains his footing in time to watch twin gusts of steam blast out of the transmetalized ram’s nostrils.
“We were happy to remain hidden, and we let you stay to save your friend. Your appearance gave me the Impression you were one of us... The ravaged cast aways of the Axilon’s crew. There have not been many to come through these parts, those that did however –none of them knew anything of our past. But you do.
Often in your rest cycles you spoke of Optimus Primal, That name is far from welcome in our home.”
In a smooth motion the strange maximal’s neck split in two along the center.
Dinobot’s tail whips outward knocking the blast off target, countering quickly the ram transforms, the large weapon now resting firmly in his grip.

“Stand down Maximal!” Dinobot growls, a small green dot appears on the nameless maximal’s chest-plate.
“I am here to collect the missing members of his crew, not destroy them.”
Lowering his weapon the maximal smiles as his equine ears fold down. “You might find us Difficult to collect –NOW SONAR!”

A wave of high frequency sound bursts from the cave, knocking Dinobot again into the snow. The blast from his monocle streaks past the ram and into the cavern. The sonic blast stops, all that can be heard from within are the soft whimpers of scared young hyena.
“SONAR! –ZINOU!” the two combatants both yells as they rush into the cavern.

[Fade out on Zinou, ears covered and cradled in the arms of Sonar.]

[Paradron... Megatron in the distant sky –merges with the damaged unicron.]
“What will we do lord Zarak?” Treadshot asks, as he and a squad of mini-cons rise to the edge of the rooftop to approach the towering ebony warlord.
Without turning his attention away from the battlefield, Zarak coldly replies.
“We wait.” Turning slightly, the look on what little of his face he reveals sends the mini-cons back over the ledge.
“Wait for what...? My Lord.” Treadshot stammers, almost forgetting his place.
Turning back to the battle, Zarak finally answers.
“We wait to discover which if any of Our ....guests, survive. We will not suffer this war on Our doorstep without recompense.
Having received the only answer he was likely to get, Treadshot motions for Nightbeat to gather its clones.
“Has the Kaon and his conquest returned yet with my tyth?” Zarak’s voice stops the renowned sniper in his tracks.
“I do not place much faith in Bludgeon’s science or his loyalties my lord. It seems that he too waits to see what side will triumph.” Treadshot drops back over the edge of the rooftop along with his mini-cons.
For a long moment Zarak stands silently watching the battle, slowly he raises his left hand. Transforming from vehicle to weapon mode the little mini-con attached to it launches forward on its hard-point connection. A blade of pure energon unsheathes from Zarak’s hand, and as he draws it up to pear through the crystallized blade he whispers.
“We do not place much faith in any of you Cybertronians.”

[A snow drift near the Cavern]

“Heh heeeehhh ehheeh!” laughter from behind the drift of snow is followed by a thin wisp of icy breath, and then a soft thud –that muffles the laughter.
“Yes it was quite delightful watching those two engage in fisticuffs, but I told you to KEEP QUIET!”
[Fade out to commercials with another thud, as again the laughter is muffled.]

[Inside the cavern.]
Dinobot leans down and carefully moves the mangle of arms away from the cradled pup.
“Are you all right?” He asks the the ball of fluff as she happily rolls around in the hollow of his crossed arms.
“IS SHE ALRIGHT? WHAT ABOUT SONAR?” The echo of the maximal’s roar, moves Zinou closer to the warmth of the vents inlaid in Dinobot’s chest-plate.
A flick of his audio receptors and a nod of impatience before the Maximal leans forward enough that even his though his softer words –the promise of bottled rage leaks though.
“My Scanners were damaged in the crash, I can not tell if Sonar is as ‘alright’ as your friend there. But my processors were not DISK THEIF, yes though you seem to have shared the same hardships as we have, I recognize you now. You will scan MY friend and then WE will fix whatever damaged you caused.”
Dinobot slowly sets Zinou down and stands. Hands quick as lightning grasp the Maximal Ram and draw him in close enough for the ridges of their olfactory sensors to touch.
“If you know who I am, then ...” With a snarl Dinobot shoves the ram away.
“I am honor bound to do as you ask, your friend was not my intended target.
Moving toward the smoldering fire, Dinobot tries to stoke some embers with his fore talon.
“Night is falling. Go get more wood for the fire.” He asks, getting no response Dinobot looks up.
“Listen long horn, Zinou needs the warmth and we will need the light. Otherwise,” Dinobot motions outward toward the snow strewn entrance.
“... I am no fool Predacon, I will not leave you alone with Sonar.” The ram snorts.
“None of us are the same as when we left.” Dinobot’s monocle rotates, and a thin beam zaps a nearby rock, for a moment it glows a cool orange, before fading back to grey.
“come rest here Zinou, Our new friend will be back soon with fire wood.” Dinobot’s optic rotates again.
*Begin System scan* drones Dinobot’s onboard computer.
[Fade out to black at the sound of hooves in snow.]

[Return, sometime later, a bright fire burns.]
“Sonar and I have been sheltering in this cave together for many cycles.” The ram says as he and Zinou sit at the fire.
“How might I ask, did you both become Transmetal 2?” Dinobot asks as he opens panels on Sonar’s chest plate.
“I am unfamiliar with that term, when I emerged from my pod I did not appear as I do now. The pod computer held a data file about an incident with quantum radiation.”
“That would explain the transmetalization you both sha...” Dinobot pauses, turning suddenly toward the ram, then quickly back to Sonar.
“By the golden gates of silicon Valhalla.” He mumbles.
“We have been repairing each other... like I said before, You scan WE fix, I will give what is required.”

Shocked at the sacrifices these two have had to make, Dinobot returns to his task.
“Sonar requires a shoulder rotator, three meters of energon dispersal hoses and an entire multilateral piston replacement.”
Dinobot is pulled back and forcefully shoved against the cavern wall.
“All that from one errant shot! ... What kind of monster are you?” the ram asks slowly backing away from Dinobot.
“This body was created as a weapon, I did not ask for this.” Dinobot whispers more to himself, as memories flood back.
Ignoring the answer, the maximal ram stoops low and turns Sonar’s head towards him.
“I’m so sorry my friend.” And to Dinobot’s horror, the small maximal’s optics are open...deep green optics look up at him with sorrow...and instantly he is back in the moment.
“By the matrix! You’re online!” Dinobot stammers... stasis lock should have... even the diagnostics would cause unbearable pain...”
Holding his hand out toward one of Sonar’s talons, The maximal begins.
“The Pod I found was well beyond what any of us would consider feasible for performing its task, Sonar’s baser systems were, and still are mostly off-line. No Stasis lock, no access to sub-space, and your seemingly standard memory loss.”
Dinobot returns to Sonar’s side. “but the pain surely..”
The ram shakes his head. “Sonar is mute in this form.”
“and I gather the sonic blast I encountered before...is what happens.”
“When Sonar speaks in beast mode.”
[The Repairs continue most of the night, Sunrise.]
“Dinobot, Zinou is leaving the cavern.” The ram says, from his seated position next to the fire.
Dinobot smirks as he makes the last adjustment to Sonar’s second hand fluid conduits.
“She’ll be back in a few nanos.”
Momentarily puzzled... the maximal and predacon share a laugh as understanding dawns.
A third Laugh has them both turn sharply to look at Sonar. The small maximal hastily points to outside the entrance.

Rushing outward The three maximals stop cold, as they watch the ice covered beast tossing Zinou’s whimpering form up into the air.
Catching the pup with his left hand, the light grey robot smirks and laughs hysterically.
“Heh heeeehhh ehheeh!” The strange laughter is a mix of yips and barks Dinobot knows well.
“You were in the pod I found buried in the ice further south near Tigatron’s outpost.”
A puff of icy mist rises from the robot’s right hand... which as he turns is revealed to the maximals as a Transmetal 2 version of a Hyena’s head.
“Why on pre-historic earth would you bother talking with him... when I am clearly the better conversationalist.” The beast head says, despite the learned demeanor the malice in the voice is not hidden at all. Again the robot head begins its laughter, slobber and its tongue are left hanging from its lips as it finishes –With another toss of the small pup. The beast head calls out “Beast mode.”
To Dinobot’s horror A saw blade activates inside the hump along the creature’s back directly below the falling puppy.
Transforming along with the hyena Sonar catches Zinou just in time.
“Good for Nothing Bat!” The hyena Screams, “how dare you Take away Ma’s belated Birthday gift.”
Muffled laughter comes from the underbelly of the beast mode.
“At least I can still give you your gift pa!” Leaping at Dinobot the hyena’s slashes are feral, blows land or don’t but the sheer frequency of those that do, pushes Dinobot back.
An in-flight dropkick form Sonar sends the two spiraling apart. Dinobot taking the moment to transform into “Beast mode!”
In a flash of speed unmatched by any once living velociraptor, Dinobot it on the hyena.
The fight is brutal and quickly over. The Ram has his blaster drawn, but not on target before Dinobot has the attacker neutralized... its fore legs severed. The beast can only snarl as it tries to stand.
“What if he Transforms?” the ram asks as Dinobot transforms.
“He can’t.” Dinobot taps his monocle. “During our first brief battle I anilized his robot mode, with out his forelegs for support he can not right himself enough to counter-balance his center of gravity.”
“You figured out that strategy in that amount of time?”
Dinobot snarls. “Megatron builds his weapons well.”
A jaw-breaking laugh –this time from the beast head.
“So it is Grand pappy Megatron I have to thank then... oh, pop, you might spurn his gifts, but I rather enjoy them. It took me a long time to find you two... and even longer to dig myself out of the ice... the strangest thing happened after my poor little paws blackend and broke off.”
Tentacles of spark energy burst out from the dangling pistons at the beast’s shoulders...
“I call myself Frostbite.” He grins... as new forelegs form from the surrounding ice.
Leaping up Frostbite’s blade activates, Sonar and the Ram shove Dinobot back.
Just before the three meet in mid air, a portal appears between them.
In the blink of an optic shutter, all four of them disappear ...before Dinobot can move, he watches Zinou blink out of his reality cradled in Sonar’s arms.

For a brief time, he does nothing but look at the empty air where the portal use to be, then as he takes a step toward.
A grey hand sets down lightly on his shoulder stopping him.
“This one needs to stay with you a while longer my friend.”
Turning Dinobot begins to reply.
“Optim...” and there sitting in the snow, between two gorilla shaped foot prints is a happily grinning little hyena puppy.

End

TFU: Timelines
Episode 41 “Standalone”

Magnus and Nemesis Prime stand to each other’s back as Jhiaxus and the few standing Decepticons circle them beyond the rubble not but a step outside of the duo’s weapon range.
“So This sorta slag happens frequently in your Universe Magnus.?” Nemesis asks with only a hint of sarcasm.
“Yeah. Doesn’t matter what the pit went on in the last cycle, as soon as it even looks like its over...the Decepticons go back to being Jerks."
Two shots fly passed Oilslick’s head as he pokes it above one of the large chunks of scrap that crashed back to the surface once Unicron’s gravity well dissipated.
“RELAX Bosses.!” He calls a tiny bit shaken, as he and Swerve slowly back towards them... weapons out trained on the enemy.
Leaning slightly over toward the young Decepticon, Swerve chuckles.
“Next time I’ll break cover.”
“I’m not gonna fight you on that one partner.” Oilslick laughs.

The two Autobots and two Decepticons each take a compass point.
“So Where did everyone on OUR side go?” Oilslick says to Magnus on his left.
“I Don’t know...” Magnus begins... but he is cut off.

On the hilltop over looking the battle field stands a shadow lion... and he Roars.

[Elsewhere on Paradron]
“Say, you know, this place...It doesn’t look a thing like its supposed to.” Packrat says as he nudges at some small rubble with his foot.
Cheetor turns and looks at the blue rat as he transforms to robot mode.
“What exactly do you know about this planet that shouldn’t exist?” the recently appointed supreme maximal commander asks.
“Well for starters...” Packrat points towards the smoldering rear decking of the Twilight.

Even under the rubble he could hear that the fighting hadn’t ended with his death.
-Atop the hull of the twilight a familiar portal blinks into existence, a chuckling howl is swiftly followed out by a sliding mostly white hyena.
“Ooh, Too hot for my tippy toes.” The beast laughs as it transforms, wetherby design or luck Frostbite’s sword arm is raised as the portal’s other occupants emerge. Sonar’s forearm blades rain down upon the salivating visage of Frostbite’s Robot head, from Ram-back.
Frostbite’s sword arm catches Sonar’s right arm, while his jaws clasp the left.
“Easy Batz!, you wouldn’t want to hit mumsy wums...” Speaking around Sonar’s wrist Frostbite’s optic scans the hand holding his sword... then flexing his jaw slightly he howls with rage.
“That damn dirty ape...”
Releasing both arms he transforms. Rearing back the maximals watch as he leaps off cursing, steam rising with each footfall.
“We must go after him Sonar, before he is out of scanner range... even as he says it, he remembers.
“It isn’t your fault Sonar, I’d give up those parts again if need be.” The two share an honest look, Sonar bending down to look between the ram’s massive coiled horns. A smile draws across both faces.
“He’ll be going someplace cold.” Sonar nods, agreeing with his observation. Backing up the agile ram leaps from the upper decking... as his optics roll down to look for his landing spot, the sight below turns his optics red with rage. With a snort from his nostrils he transforms in mid landing and draws his blaster on the blue rat and yellow cat.

[Inside the Hive, Baal sector.]
“Lord Zarak, Bludgeon...and his party have arrived.” Treadshot announces as he bows low.
Zarak watches silently as Bludgeon and Stryka enter through the doors at the far end of the room. They remain in shadow until they near the throne and its occupant.
“My lord.” They both say in unison, stepping under the massive lights, effectively leaving Zarak in Shadow, while Treadshot one foot on the lowest step is clearly visible.
“Master Zarak wishes to be shown this creation of yours Kaon, save your grovelling... there will be time for that later if you displease him.” Treadshot scoffs as he turns toward the pair.
Zarak’s hand rises, in a gesture meant to silence Treadshot, who steps down, admonished back into the shadows. Leaving Bludgeon and Stryka obstensively alone with Zarak’s burning optics.
“You were brought to this world Bludgeon, by another hand –to serve other masters, and goals other than mine.” Zarak begins, Optics flaring as his words begin to betray the outrage of the trespass.
“But yet, you have sought me out, abandoning those masters to do so.” Zarak adds, Caliburn silently transforms in the shadows, bringing his weapons to bare just before Zarak thrusts his arm into the light.
“I am grievously insulted by this war on my planet, you would pay for your part in it now.” Caliburn’s twin barrels arc with the barely controlled power within. Each blaster targeted separate sixty kilo-volt bursts... Caliburn transforms back to vehicle mode, as Zarak stands and begins moving down the steps.
“Call your beast Bludgeon.” He whispers.

[Back to the Twilight.]
Sonar lands softly between the one slightly larger and too much larger Maximals. Frostbite all but forgotten in the sound of clattering hooves. The rodent draws his weapon on them as they move forward, a quick sonic burst sends the weapon flying from his hand. Blades swing into the felines hands as the first blow lands, more follow.
Almost as fast as he himself could have done it, Cheetor felt the grim on his neck rise him off of his feet.
“I would recognize you in a thousand different forms, cadet.” The ram snarls, optics narrowing ominously up at Cheetor as the Maximal supreme command returns the look with steeled calm.
“Nice to see you again Lieutenant commander Remis.” Cheetor speaks around the hand.
Remis lowers Cheetor to the surface, a strange look shared between them for a moment.
“Yours was the last face I saw, before that life ended and I will never forget it. I am simply Ramulus now.” Ramulus lowers his optics as the hand on his arm indicates Sonar’s confusion.
“I have just attacked a superior officer Sonar, please help the lieutenant locate his weapon.” Cheetor shakes his head slightly, and points a thumb at the blue maximal.
“Packrat is Rattrap’s cousin...not the leuftenant I mean, Its been so long since I called him that.” Cheetor almost mumbles the last as if the memory was nearly lost after two wars.
“Would you mind explaining a few things to me now Ramulus?” Cheetor asks rubbing his hand along a new dent that looked like it would bruise.
“Yes sir.” Ramulus’ hand moves to make a salute, but Cheetor’s look stops him.
“About that, A lot has happened since Megatron shot us down...how did you know about my ‘promotion’?” Cheetor asks, ending as though he wasn’t entirely happy with the new responsibility.
“There’s something long said about leadership.” Ramulus says, “It has a way of changing people.”
Cheetor shrugs, “I don’t quite follow.”
Ramulus shares another long look at the once young cadet. “The weight of command rests in your optics son,”
A sudden rustle nearby causes all four Maximals to swing toward it with weapons at the ready. A large pile of rubble begins to tumble away as the sounds of exertion –muffled by the large slabs of toppled wall, begin to emanate from under it.

He’d heard enough talking, he was content to lie here in his grief and misery until the end of it all, my it come by whomever’s choice or design... as long as someone kept up the struggle in his stead. All the talking...the mutual story-telling though, that had to end. Even if it meant He himself must rejoin the fray. Some bot had to motivate these Peace-bread Maximals to fight.
“Enough Talk.” The words muffled by the rubble, were doubtlessly hard for them to here, but he could hear them and it gave him only a moments pause... then as the memory of the strange force washing over and through him, recalled itself to the conscious surface of his mind, it all made sense.
“Quickly everyone, there’s a survivor.” Came the still young voice of the leader, more inexperienced he decided, as he thought more on it as the weight began to lift off him.
“Yes, but is he -Friend or foe?” asked the other voice, the voice of the leaders original companion.
“We’ll ask him once we get this slag off him.” Yes, in-experienced bordering on naive...What had happened to Primal? Why was Cheetor here?”
With a mighty effort, the four maximals lift the solid chunk of wall off of the survivor...
The stunned silence of three of the maximals, almost brings a smile to his lips.
“We are here to aid Ultra Magnus.” Cheetor finally manages to choke out, his optics slowly rising to meat the optics of the slightly large robot. They like those of the others were focused on his shoulder armor.
His voice had already given him the clue he needed to grasp why.
“I am Whirl. The only surviving member of the WRECKERS.”

Inside the Shadowed command chambers of MegaZarak, Deep within the secret remnants of Scorpinok... beyond the fringes long since discovered by Tarantulus – Bludgeon begins an almost forgotten story.
“Eons before megatron started what would become the great war, he was a lowly gladiator in the Colosseum's boarding Kaon. Though not of the region himself, he recognised the taint in many of its residents and used the games to forge alliances and to weed out the strongest warriors. There were those who joined willingly of course, others strong in body but not in mind later fell to his Robosmasher among other things. There were even some Megatron feared to be too dangerous for even the ends he sought after.”
Zarak remains silent as Bludgeon words seem to bring forth the weight of ages past. He knows well this past, though he himself was not a part of it, some in the shadows beyond –had lived this history...and were now loyal to him: Yet he allowed Bludgeon to continue.
“Megatron’s rise to power was swift and decisive. Those worthy became the first Decepticons... those few too powerful, or potential rivals, the untrusted were stripped of their lasercores and processors and locked away in confinement. Millions of years would pass on cybertron, Megatron had only recently awoke again on Earth. It was Starscream who first freed them from the fate he only narrowly avoided.”
With a howl that shock the walls, as its three voices mingled together, Bludgeon motioned the figure behind him into the light.
“Lord Zarak, I give you BRUTICUS!”

The young maximal supreme commander takes a moment to process the fact that he’s standing next to one of the oldest cybertronians he’d possibly ever meet, a million questions pass through his mind. The one that reaches his vocalizer however is.
“Where is Optimus Primal?” reaching up behind his back Whirl swings free his weapons.
“I don’t have time for this”... Whirl kicks over another chunk of wall and when the dust settles the four maximals see the name carved in bullet holes.
“... I’m going after Bludgeon, If anyone else is still online...they’ll be that way.” Whirl casually points away from the twilight.
“Bludgeon...wow, you know Spot-boss...I’d like to get my return ticket now.” Packrat cringes as a pile of scrap breaks off of the twilight to fall beside him.
“You would be wise to grant his request Cheetor.” Whirl adds. “This battle is not for cowards.”
“Hey, just you hold on for a second pal...Bludgeon is bad news!” Packrat steps up to the much larger Autobot.
“Bludgeon is a thief, a coward, and blight on the once good name of Kaon...and nothing more.” Whirl brushes past the blue maximal –not seeing the Terran hand gestures the rat was giving him Whirl continued.
“Kaon...” Whirls fingers tighten around the grips of his weapon, “...We all carry the taint, we’ve all felt the temptation to turn to the darkness.” Whirl turns to Cheetor.
“I too for a time was cloaked in that obsidian hate... It is my duty to stop bludgeon. Do I have your aid?”

The twisted beast snaps and snarls like a pack of rabid dogs as it steps into the light.
“Unicron had summoned fractions of Bruticus’s five component lazercores to strengthen a team of similar warriors from an alternate time line. I extracted them and merged them into a single spark.” Bludgeon smiles behind his helmet as he recalls the processes.
“Surely lord Zarak the mighty Bruticus is a worthy addition to your forces.” Strika says from her position just outside the ring of light. Bruticus’ two smaller heads suddenly yell out their new activation code.
“I am Transformed!” one head speaks with the voice of Vortex, while the other uses Blastoff’s. In a halo of Dark purple light the beast’s transformation is minimal.
“Do you find my proposal acceptable my lord?” Bludgeon asks. Zarak leans forward on his throne, and motions for bludgeon to come closer. The master of metaliko is more than eager, and when he leans into Zarak, he hears the word.
“NO.”
Before Bludgeon can act two massive Decepticons step out from behind the shadows beyond the throne.
“There is no honor in a creature such as this.” Cyclonus’ almost dry monotone says in barely a whisper.
Bludgeon’s head snaps to the other side and sees Soundwave stepping out of the shadows, he begins to move to stop them but two powerful hands land on his shoulders.
“As you see Bludgeon, I have already called to me the greatest assets of both Megatron and Galvatron...and have no need of you or your monster.” As Zarak speaks the concealed blade in his hand slides foreword and into Bludgeon’s shoulder.
“Speak Creature!” Cyclonus commands as his shoulder cannons charge.
“I’ll get you for this.” Growls the twisted face of brawl on the creature’s tri-faced head.
“Wait, lets not do anything we’ll regret later fellas, surely we can work something out.” Swindle adds, his voice mixed with a a light whimpering.
Two large ear panels flip forward to cover the two side faces. Onslaught looks to both warriors, now much larger than him. “Were I to serve with you again my brothers, I would not wish it to be like this.”
“Operation...” Cyclonus fires before Soundwave finishes. “...termination.” The is nothing left of Bruticus as Zarak retracts his blade and releases the scared Bludgeon.
“What of the female?” Cyclonus asks, turning to Strika.
“Let me deal with her lord Zarak.” The excited voice of Frenzy proceeds him out of the shadows. Then as he shares a long look with the former general his voice changes back to that of Nightscream as he whispers.
“We have a history.”
Zarak Rises from his seat, and nods. “Escort our departing guests through the underground tunnels, take them back to their former masters, I have no use for them.”
As Frenzy motions the two out. Zarak calls to him one last instruction.
“If either of them try to resist you in your efforts Frenzy, Kill the female first.”

Magnus had left the other three, what ever that lion’s roar ment, he could deal with later. The more pressing matter was why the attack had stopped. Even without the always present aid of his tactical computer systems, Magnus knew where to look. The first assault had taken them by surprise –seeming to come from every direction... but there was the word that betrays the lie...seem.
Magnus Dips bellow the edge of downed overpass and finds Jhiaxus, just as he’d expected to. Magnus was a soldier and often enough he himself had needed to utilize the very same strategy.
Depleted of all but the last traces of his life energy, Jhiaxus sat motionless until Magnus took one step too many and entered the Decepticon’s weakened and compressed peripheral vision.
Jhiaxus’ arm moves fast, but the strain on his reserves blinks his optics, giving magnus time to dodge the sad blast of energy.
“I knew it would be you that found me Magnus, you were actually faster than I’d calculated.” Magnus taps the side of his head with a finger.
“New bodies can do that for a guy.”
“Ah yes of course, our benefactors did ever so kindly make us all fast/better/stronger... to better fight their war for them.” Jhiaxus drifts, the latter words mostly to himself and the winds.
“I begin to wonder Autobot, if I should ever again see a united Cybertron.” Jhiaxus’ words hand in the air as Magnus reaches for his weapon.
“I don’t think any of us will....” His fingers clutch at nothing. The powerlink connection just over his central torso linkage is empty.
“over-run?” magnus looks around and finds the small robot standing just behind Jhiaxus, as if he had just only then appeared there.
“My mission here is over friend Ultra Magnus.” The words themselves take only a moment to process, the fact that Magnus had understood them –that would take longer. A green slash of light appears behind the small mini-con, a portal unlike Magnus... or any cybertronian in this universe had seen in ages. As Over-run passed through the aperture his form began to change into one magnus did not recognize.
“I am called home, I can not say even if all goes right whether we will speak again.” With those last slightly ominous words, the portal closed. Leaving Magnus feeling as alone as Jhiaxus.

It doesn’t take long to discover you have lost your coporial form, even less if your name happens to be Optimus primal - this state seemed to be frequently visited upon him... even more-so in recent cycles.
As the leader of Primus’ chosen warriors primal had finally given his spark over to the matrix... the matrix now passed to Nemesis prime. As his spark joined with those of his fore-barers, he had named his replacement... though now he wondered if naming the new Autobot commander after the greatest Decepticon warship was appropriate.
“The things one thinks about when he’s dead.” Primal was shocked... he had a voice, certainly his vocalizor was destroyed along with the rest of him...
“In the matrix, all heroes are honoured.” A voice speeks from behind him.
Primal does not react to the sound. Twice he has mistaken one for the other. As if his thoughts commanded it into existance his sword..his hand... his body coelest from the void, and in a mighty swing he brought around the blade...Rhinox would forgive him...again.
But with a ring and flash of light, Primal’s sword clashed against another... as his newly formed optics travel down the shimmering edge of the blue blade, they come to rest on a robot primal has never before seen.
“Optimus Primal. I am not your enemy, My name is Vector Prime.”

Drums beat just beyond the edge of the jungle, The proto-humans dance and sing round a great fire. Dinobot crouches low in the bushes –not wanting to disrupt the celebration... as large metalic aliens from the future usualy do. A small grin spreads across his lips at his own joke. Zinou would soon be back with the children, he hated to have to leave her here with them, he’d begun to count on her companionship. Frostbite of both kinds had proven that was a luxury he could nolonger afford. His quest would continue to take him into areas where neither Maximal or Predacon Sensors had ever reached... he could not garrentee her, her safty or the nessesities of organic life. The other kind of Frostbite had nearly killed her too, though they were all originaly maximal Protoforms. Frostbite had provided evidance that Quickstrike had not been an abberation –Dinobot had even senced that thin line in his friend longhorn. Carring for Sonar had obviosly helped him keep on this side of it.
Just as Dinobot began to think on the three’s strange dissapearance... Zinou ran past him through the jungle, looking back Dinobot could just see the tips of her ears behind a fallen log.

“Its almost laughable...” Chokes the beastial face of Frostbite’s right arm. A burst of cackling errupts from the otherwise mute –and otherwise more statisticaly, normaly located head.
“I SAID ALMOST!” silance, reletively discounting the odd whimper comes at last as Frostbite continues along his meandering path.
“Calm down, all I was saying is that here we are, magically whisked away from what most would say were inhospitable condisions... and now where are we, OTHER THAN SKIDPLATE DEEP IN A SWEATY NO-WHERE...” Frostbite takes a moment as he negotiates a distance of a few meters of twisted rubble.
“here we are sniffing out the coldest spot we can find.
Sawing through a mesh of rod iron supports with his arm saw, the noise blocks the sound of the falling chunks of decking beneath him.
Only his jaws save him as the walkway falls out from under his feet.
“Thurnal shckanerhz!” Speaking around the decking Frostbite verbally commands the activation of his thermal scanners. Lenses swing around to cover the optics of his less domenient head.
“Ish iht bhlu?” he asks. Nodding viggorusly, Frostbite is shaken loose of the decking and begins to fall.
“BEAST MODE” He calls out before passing into darkness, the technological compnents of the missing icy forelimbs splay and and flair wildly as he goes.

the end.

Transformers: Universe
Timelines Episode 42
"Templar"

Part 1

[Paradron. Late afternoon, the twisted mire of rubble between former seats of power.]
Silently standing alert, Magnus scans the rubble surrounding him and his captured enemy.
"They are all gone, Ultra Magnus. Were they not- I would not be your prisoner, and you would surely be on your knees." Magnus looks down at Jhiaxus, and in that simple look Jhiaxus learns something about the Autobot few would ever want to know, and even fewer would understand.
"How foolish of me." Jhiaxus again falls silent as Magnus slightly turns away and activates his com.
"Nemesis Prime, this is Magnus. Have you and our team discovered the source of that... audio disturbance?"
Static comes through the line...
"SLAG IT... the energy from the energon core radiated this entire area... we=ll have to get closer." Magnus says as he speaks over the static, leaving the channel open.
"I could have saved you the trouble. I may be an ego-maniacal villain... but I did attempt to contact some backup." Magnus turns back to look at the fallen commander of the Empire.
"Its said that most villains do not see themselves as such Jhiaxus." Magnus bends down hands on his knees as his statement plays across the optics of the Decepticon.
"When you discover that your entire life ...everything that you've said or done, even things that you still might be doing... are all in the service of an evil like Unicron, villain is still an inaccurate term." Jhiaxus pauses for a moment before looking up to stare directly into the Autobot's optics.
"What word would you use Autobot?"
Something plays across Magnus' face, but a crackle in the static stops him from speaking.
"....Prime, say again .... system do... Found an Ol... rend of yours ..... ..... kinda."
Looking to Jhiaxus again, Magnus motions for the Decepticon to stand.
"If you give me any trouble I'll be forced to put you into stasis lock, and dragging your skid plate over to the others will take forever through this rubble."
Jhiaxus' head tilts as a question burns in his vocalizer... Magnus, suspecting what it will be answers.
"I traced the signal back to their position using a carrier wave at the exact opposite frequency."
Jhiaxus waves his finger back and forth before Magnus' optics. "Are you sure you're an Autobot, that is a very deceptive practice." Magnus was sure if Jhiaxus' new form had retained a mouth, that he would be looking at a very wide grin -however his stoic response is merely.
"Get moving."

[Cycles pass.]
The march had begun to become tiresome for the former commander of earth's Autobot city, not because of the distance, nor the terrain. Magnus was within visual range of the very spot on which this strange cycle had began for him... but Primus did he regret not deactivating the Decepticon. Jhiaxus it would seem had decided Magnus and himself were kindred sparks.
Magnus had been watching his feet thought the entire walk, receptors only picking up the sound of his enemy as static mixed occasionally with words only half heard and quickly forgotten. The last however struck home for him... because Jhiaxus gasped before finishing.
"You would have made an excellent Deceptic... oh= my?"
Magnus looks up to find Jhiaxus intently scrutinizing Nemesis Prime.
“Never mind, Autobot I’ve changed my mind...how quaint he hasn’t taken up your kind’s slave mark yet.”
Nemesis shoves past the other Decepticon and motions for Oilslick to take watch of the prisoner.
As the two move past Magnus again Jhiaxus whispers. “Interesting company you’re now keeping...”
Magnus tips his head toward Oilslick, and the young Decepticon stops.
In a harsh whisper Magnus replies. “I chased this one half way around the planet, I’m keeping him... the other one, I’m not sure about...I might just give him to you.”
Overhearing because of proximity Oilslick grins and adds. “I just don’t think we’ll be able to get him to keep the pretty pink bow on.”
“This Guy says he knows you...” Nemesis massive chest expands, calling out loudly over the scant meter distance. “...Swerve wont shut up about it.” having Jhiaxus in custody, being enough to boost his bravado beyond caution. Magnus follows the direction back across the battle ravaged landscape until his optics find the Red Autobot he had known for ages. ..A dark technocratic lion stands just to the side, Magnus laughs.
“Swerve, let Snarl past... He’s been here longer than any of us.” Magnus resists the urge to roll his optics as he walks past the new Prime... But Jhiaxus IS watching, and Magnus is anything but new.
A strange feeling comes over the Autobot Commander as the young Maximal moves closer. There was a familiarity here that... Going on his limited encounters with this technocratic beast machine...there shouldn't be.
“It is good to see that you are well. It has been far too long my son.”
[Fade out to title on a pan to Jhiaxus... Who mumbles a curse under his breath. “trion.” ]
[Title Sequence:] Shadowed warriors battle to the tune of “Instruments of Destruction.” Hints of colour flash here and there, but never enough to differentiate the shadows... Until just as the song ends, when Snarl in his un-shadowed beast mode roars... Light descends upon the Wreckers... But we
[return to black before it reaches them]

[The deep Trench]
Whimpering echoes upward from within the darkness of Paradron’s newest scar. Frostbite moves -otherwise silently. Using his tail as a makeshift walking stick he pulls himself upright.
“cease your infernal caterwauling!” Snarls the beast face as it draws itself upward towards its blubbering counterpart.
“I have already apologized for landing on you, I think it was some sort of instinctive action from our organics...I wasn’t thinking.” A toothy grin spreads across both pairs of jaws, and as one mind laughs the other finishes the joke.
“cats always land on their feet.” Both heads burst into yipping cackles. Cackles that stop suddenly when a third voice erupts into their minds.
“But you are not felines, oh distant relations perhaps.” the voice booms inside both of Frostbite’s active consciousnesses, causing the weaker one to drop into stasis from sheer terror. Still active, the beast head scans the darkness with its thermal filters, looking for the infrared signature of whomever was down here with them.
“this can’t be real.” he mumbles as the visual readouts play across his optics. A twisting inferno of flame towers above him...only it reads at nearly absolute zero.
“I am the frozen flame, use my cold -and be whole once more and forever.” the voice offers.
“What’s in it for you?” Frostbite asks.
“If you choose to, once you are restored. I only ask that you retrieve something for me.” Without voicing his answer Frostbite activates his regenerators and thanks to the nearly limitless cold, his beast forelimbs reform in mere nanoclicks. A high frequency whistle erupts from the darkness, its ferocity shocks Frostbite’s other half back online. A jet of steam blasts toward them followed by a roaring torrent of TRUE flame. For only an instant the cavernous trench is illuminated. There before him, Frostbite sees a massive tower of ice, the wall is immaculate and unmarred, but for the taloned outstretched Black arm palm up towards him. As the light fails the arm turns blue...when the full darkness returns the voice continues.
“I am called Cryotek, you will bring me ...the matrix.”

Templar part 2... *ie between commercials

[Open on a cluster of Autobots and Decepticons.]
“When Optimus Prime and Ultra magnus joined powers. ...the other Ultra magnus I mean. My essence was transferred into Primes base station along with T-ai, the humanoid holographic computer program it had been bonded to. It was Necessary at the time, but as the battle wore on it became apparent that more would be required.”
“And that’s where I came in.” Interrupts the massive Mammoth. Arms crossed before his chest, the tonfa of his left absently tapping above the matrix chamber with in.
“yes.” Alpha Trion sighs the weight of the decision still weighing heavily on him...because it wasn’t his.
“Is there a problem?” Nemesis Prime asks... The tone implying that there had better not be.
“Oh no sir.” The voice of Snarl once again comes through as the lion’s form reverts to its darker tones.
“Alpha Trion could only hope the powers of the two United Matrixes would be enough... It wasn’t. Both had been used to often in their home timeframes... We Failed.”
“During the last battle you were still in stasis in one of the restoration chambers in the underground base, weren’t you Snarl?” Swerve calls out from his guard position to the right of Jhiaxus. He knew the answer of course, but the question was more to break the tension than to actually gain any knowledge.
A small nod from Snarl is his answer, before Alpha Trion returns.
“Yes, he was. When Wedge passed the matrix, I was still bonded to the human-formed holographic computer program T-ai.” Trion turns again to Nemesis Prime.
“I’d hoped when you bonded to the armour of your Universe’s Optimus Prime, that T-ai and I would ’come along for the ride’ as they say. However being unfamiliar with the system It never occurred to either of us that some of the pieces would be left out.”
“The shoulder armour.” Nemesis guesses right, as he looks to his own shoulders -for a moment missing the large rocket pods that had always been there when he was Scourge.
“Yes, It was during the reformatting that you underwent during your second transformation that T-ai and I devised a new plan, from our limited options. Sadly I had to leave her behind, she is somewhere amongst the rubble -her program stored in stasis.”
“Unless the gravity well...” Oilslick stops, as the memory of the event floods back.

[flashback: to the swirling turmoil of Unicron‘s decent toward Paradron]
“Primus protect us, In your light we thrive, let your wisdom guide us and give us strength.” the words had almost become just another thing to say each day back home, but at that moment Oilslick meant them. Holding on to what had once been a support girder for somebody’s home or business was now the life line he clung to.
[The memory stops as a white hand comes toward him.]

“Its okay slick.” Magnus says, hand resting on the Decepticon’s shoulder as he comes back to reality. Though Magnus shrugs off the odd look from Jhiaxus, its the one he gets from Oilslick that worries him.
“Enough stories old one. What happened...” Nemesis looks around. “...to everyone that isn’t here?”

[flash out to Cheetor and Whirl.]
“I don’t care about your personal issues right at this moment sir.” Cheetor’s voice is threatening to raise above respectfully of different opinion as he and Whirl discuss their ‘options’ ...Packrat, Sonar and Ramulus watch as the two very different Autobots verge on an argument.
“Personal issues, kid if we make it through this I hope one day you might just have the chance to know what those are.” Whirl says loading a missile into his massive weapon, as he turns to leave.
“We’re here to find Ultra Magnus, and any others that survived ...what ever happened here.” Cheetor says, a rush of wind at whirls back causes him to tilt his head enough to see twin swords in the cat’s hands.
“What might you be planning to do with those boy.” Whirl asks jaw clenched tightly, but before he can move his trigger finger closer, Cheetor’s sword flashes only a few nanos in front of his optics. A glint and a small trail of smoke rising from the broadside of the blade the only trace of the sniper’s shot.

[Two clicks away on a roof top.]
“Slag that cat’s fast.” Treadshot curses as he sends up the signal flare before transforming.
[Fade to black]

Damn I've missed alot...LOL!

Dark Destroyer

it only looks like a lot because its all together... sadly thats 1/2 a year or more's writing... updates will be coming at a much faster rate now though.

I think I was thrown off becuase of the new fancy sub-title!!! Are you attempting to incorpate the new figure line now like you were trying to do with Universe?

Dark Destroyer

repaints are still a go... Vector prime is the pack-in with Tru Starscream version... all white and shiney...

there's still a load of Universe characters I need to use, but yeah other characters will make cameos DD.

especially in the next episode.

My Comp crashed guys, all my files pertaining to seasons 4, 5 and the new combined version there of have been lost.

Everything Pre-episode 40 is safe on backup discs... so at least there's some positive news.

I've also lost my Archive version of Allspark's Beastmachines Season 3... If anyone else has a copy... please let me know... I Do have a Physical Print out of the story... but Transcribing it will be an undertaking to say the least.

I had planed a "surprize" update to TFU for thursday... as I'd just finished the last of the current episode and the next... I'll be rewriting them from memory as best I can... and with what ever hard notes I made... (welcome to the digital age my foot) ... so I can't promiss Thursday, or that they'll be exactly the same... but the show must go on as they say.

purhaps this will turn to a positive, without a writen plan I'm going to have to find Inspiration in Despairation once again.

Destron

Damn that sucks D...something similar happened to Skywarp when he used to post here and he lost all of his files pertaining to his Alternate Beast Machines story, thus we couldn't finish it. Hate when stuff like this happens.

Dark Destroyer

Damn but having you're comp crash on you is a major pain in the backside.

If its any help, I've got copies of all your TFU seasons up to the present on file in my computer. Unless you can get them from anyone else, I could send them across to you?

Just a thought anyway.

Other than that, TFU is really getting interesting, although it was a tad confusing trying to get to grips with the 'amalgamation' of TFU Wreckers and Amalgam into TFU Timelines, but now I'm bang up to date and enjoying the new plotlines you've started. Like the appeareance of Cryotek and his mission for Frostbite. NP and the new Matrix Templar Snarl, Cheetor and the other beast warriors etc.

I only have them printed out...not saved so there's no way I could help out, and I agree with PSO that it was a little confusing with the split and new plot directions after the movie but I'm pretty much all caught up and am looking forward to reading future episodes when you're able to post them Destron.

Dark Destroyer

thanks guys, continued suport after this long a delay astounds me. I'm grateful to both of you, and your offers to aid in TFU's convolesence are much apreciated. however, fear not... all was not lost.

only the episodes I was working on, and my branched outlines for the new seasons got deleted. Some time ago I copied the previous seasons and the movie onto discs... and have since restored them to my comp.

work continues to proceed ..getting back up to where I was... believe it or not but I had two new eps to post before my comp comited haricari.

But about Timelines: honestly I'd have loved to keep the twined seasons going... but working on both at the same time caused a lot of bleed overs, even before the crash i was tempted to scrap the idea. As each episode of one show would tend to leave off with a sort of doubl cliffhanger... ie.

"oh primus what will the Wreckers do now?" followed by a teaser for amalgam like say.. "meanwhile on prehistoric earth Dinobot ..."


so yeah, merging Amalgam and Wreckers into TIMELINES eliminates the sudo-seperation and I can shunt away from a dangling Magnus scene to a falling/landing tigatron scene and not have to wait a week to tell both stories... whilest tring to astablish the link between the characters ... ... after the fact.

its amazing how handy that arcee wink emoticon is... *hint* ...

boy have I missed saying that.

Destron. ...

PSO, I'm happy that the jump was jarring -as odd as that sounds. The Movie will have lasting effects on everthing to follow it, but I wanted it to be self contained as well. also good to know you liked cryotek's semi-return. Having just picked up my 6"Titanium Fallen it seems my plans for him will be awesomely in-continuity lol. ..though I feared they wouldn't ..

it seems my love for the Universe is mutual.

LET THE UNIVERSE CONTINUE!!!!!!

Destrons plans for the continuing universe are very interesting...looking forward to reading!

Dark Destroyer

New episode thursday night.

*who said that?*

Okay guys moving this to sundays again... at least for this week. with my new job, I'm working 4 days one week then three the next.

Monday, Tuesday, _off_, _off_, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, _off_, _off_, Wednesday, Thursday,_off_, _off_, _off_...

then I switch from days to nights lol

so how I'm going to work this going forward is (or i would like to)... post 15 mins of "tv" on my Thursday "off" then follow that up with the second 15 on my Sunday off. This will in its own way bring me back to a similar amount of dedicated writing time as to what TFU had in seasons 1 and 2, when I'd have a half day everyday to move my little pieces around the board MWAHAHAHA..



now I've been on Days the last 2 weeks and am going to nights on monday, so I've actually got even a tiny bit more time to work on things... so I'm going to take it while I have it.

The FULL EPISODE.

TFU:TIMELINES - Ep.43 "Recapture" will air on sunday then I'll go to the Thurs/Sun thing I mentioned above for Ep.44 "The Pens" p1 and p2.

...now for sleep

Timelines: Transformers Universe, season 4 Episode 43, “Recapture”

Optimus Primal floats in a sea of liquid nothing, he knows that makes little sense -but he has no other way to describe his surroundings. The only other figure in this lacking environment stands before him. This being’s feet fall firm as he moves, where as primal feels his own to be weightless. The only explanation, if Optimus can trust the other’s words- is that the being calling himself Vector Prime Does indeed exist outside of time and space. Primal has no way of quantifying how long he has been here, his internal chronometers have all stopped again… though they do reflect a 5 second increase. Vector Prime did not say much about where he was sending him, they themselves had only just met, the importance of the mission however was to great to waste time with conversation. Now back in this limbo, primal could only hope to see his friend again. The trouble with backward time travel… even knowing that Dinobot survived beyond the crash of the Nemesis -it was no guarantee; and even then, Optimus didn’t know how far into the future he was during his battle with Megatron and his vehicons, or more recently on Paradron. If one bot could do it though, it would be him.
“Optimus Primal, the time-as it is, has come for us to part ways.” Vector Prime’s voice snaps Primal out of his thoughts of a friend thought lost.
“Yes, I should be getting back to Paradron.” Primal’s voice is steady the certainty that he wont be going back does not reach his vocalizer.
“I am greatly sorry Optimus, that is not in your destiny. You have had both a positive and negative effect on the time line of your reality, both voluntary and involuntary… and in that sense we are similar. Time moves forward, A choice will soon be before you Optimus, this choice like no other in your lifetime. I do not know what or when it is to be, only that you must make it and you will.”
Primal floats closer to Vector Prime. “Can you at least tell me where I’m going?” he asks, watching the larger Autobot draw forth an energon sword.
“No, That timeline has yet to be written, and is but a blank page in the book of cosmic yore. I can however show you what was and is still yet being wrote.” A flourish of sword thrusts flow like well oiled clockwork, a practised grace before primal’s optics. The final horizontal slash slices through the Vail of the liquid nothingness… a star field spreads out beyond the edges of the torn reality.
“What would you wish to know?” Vector prime asks the astonished maximal.
“didn’t you say it was time for me to leave?” Primal asks, as he gazes into the Universe.
“Time owes me a few favours.” A small smirk curls the sides of Vector Primes otherwise stoic face. It is only now that Primal recognizes it for what it is. The symbol he most recently wore.
“Then Show me everything.”
[fade out -as primal transformes into beast mode.the stars begin to move in the universal window, a small metallic cube flashes by as we go into the...]

[Title Sequences.]
The Cybernet Space Cube drifts across the screen. It’s silvery surface twisting and moving as we follow it, as we get closer panels move to reveal a picture… it’s blurred but it becomes clearer as we approach… and then it begins to move. Soundlessly images of every transformer’s opening play before us in hyper speed until at last we come to the banner reading “TRANSFORMERS: UNIVERSE” The cube stops and we continue moving forward until we disappear within it.

[return]
“those were mine you know.” Vector Prime laughs, as the same cosmic cube drifts by Primal’s window again. “Out of time, is different then omnipresent afterall, I can’t be everywhere at once.”
The cube drifts down to a planet Primal recognizes, though the first time he saw it he had no idea Megatron had lead them to…

[Prehistoric earth.]
Dinobot watches the Protohumans dance, Zinou his furry companion had run off in happiness at hearing the familiar sound of children laughing around the roaring fire. Dinobot could even see Chalk and Unna’s shining grins as the hyena puppy had run into camp. The transmetal 2 raptor’s new ink black form helped him hide, but Zinou had other ideas. Dinobot had left her in the care of these two prior to accepting his new mission, but spending time with Dinobot has its share of side-effects. The puppy was as stubborn as he was, and had chased after him. Now it seemed as if she’d figured out how to have both, she was leading the children directly toward him, until a low quiet voice stopped them.
“Wait kids, let your god protect you.” the voice came from behind a pelt slung over bent tree branches.
“THRUST?” Optimus Primal yells at the display-like rift in space time, instantly recognizing the voice of the Vehicon general.
“Keep watching.” Vector Prime motions primal’s attention back to the tarp covered doorway, as four green metallic fingers reach around the edge and draw it back. Revealing.
“INFERNO!” Dinobot’s roar stops the dancing and cheering cold, as all the Protohumans turn to look as the raptor comes through the underbrush transforming to robot mode. Four faces look delighted to see him. The two Children, Zinou of course and the old leader -who taps the handle of Dinobot’s makeshift hammer approvingly. The rest of the Protohumans are confused… it is a look shared by the warrior who’s singular optic falls on the disguise worn by …
“…Waspinator?” His former friend and enemy, stood in front of him with Quickstrike’s face tied over his- not unlike the mask Dinobot had seen Chalk wearing on his last visit. It was also obvious that he’d somehow salvaged Inferno’s vocalizer as well.
“Ah it is only my fellow god, please continue the festival while he and I discuss maters beyond your comprehension.” Dinobot almost laughed, as the visibly shivering Waspinator motioned for him to come with him back into the hut.

Primal watched as Dinobot entered and stopped when only halfway into the building.
“He’s built an Escape pod.” Primal grinned, as the pieces began to fall into place.
“These two will join forces, and combine goals. Dinobot will continue his mission to locate the remaining protoforms, while Waspinator uses parts from the stasis pods to complete his ship.
“and that’s how he makes it back to Cybertron. But why didn’t Dinobot and the surviving Maximals go with him?” Primal asks. Vector Prime’s optics dim.
“There is still much for you to see, and I’m afraid you will learn the truth soon enough.”

[fade out to commercial.]

[Return to Primal’s window as the cosmic cube’s metallic arms reach in to grasp the picture once more.]
Dinobot stands with a large group of maximals, as Waspinator’s pod ship leaves orbit. The cube absorbs the image into itself and reconfigures itself.

Watching intently the cube reforms a new vid window, the center of which holds a mini-con panel. A large barrel fingered hand reaches into view and grabs it. Swinging around Triumphantly brandishing the new mini-con Demolishor stops suddenly as a metallic Rhinoceros blocks his path.
“Drop it Decepticon!” Rhinox says. Primal jumps to his feet, hands clutching the edges of the tare in reality.
“So this is Rhinox, we do have similar vocalization algorithms.” Vector Prime adds, Distracting Optimus enough that he returns to a more passive pose.
“Yes, though he looks like he did in one of my earlier visions. I guess this was the other mission he told me about.” On the screen Cheetor joins Rhinox, followed by Airazor and Terrorsaur. However the action quickly moves away from the Decepticon and the Beast warriors.
“MEGATRON!” Primal’s teeth clench as the shadowed form moves into the light revealing Predacon.
“In a manner of speaking yes, but it was only a part of the Megatron you know. This was a false mission Orchestrated by Unicron to gather the fragments of Megatron’s spark.” Vector prime’s hand comes to rest on the maximal’s shoulder.
“So the battle on Paradron wasn’t the only front. Is that what this is about?” Primal asks, shrugging off the hand.
“It still isn’t.” Vector Prime replies. His response is curt and emotionally restrained, but he’s obviously troubled by primal’s rebuff and his overall aggressiveness.
“I know you have made countless sacrifices Optimus Primal, but perhaps you need to see that others have also given much to our cause.” Before Primal can apologize Vector Prime’s arm sweeps down behind him an pushes him through the rift in space time.

[Fade to black.]
[A white light blinks in the darkness as Primal’s body falls toward it.]
Vector prime’s words haunt him…but more the tone, the elder Autobot seemed hurt and disappointed. Optimus felt the same, He’d been having trouble controlling his emotions ever since he set foot on Paradron. He new Unicron’s influence on the planet had effected them all somewhat, but it was only an excuse. He knew he wanted to be what he needed to be… a hero, but in his spark he had to admit to himself -at least, that his old Survey missions sounded like a better idea. He was tired; and he didn’t want to go where he figured vector prime was sending him. The world of the Other Autobots, the other Optimus Prime, and the home World of the Decepticon, he’d just given the Matrix to.

[Open on a Com panel]

X-Brawn sits head in hands at a screen, a read out of Team mates, friends, and even enemies scrolls before his optics. The names each elicit emotions as the cycle over and over again. He could hear the spy changers milling about the largely empty command chamber behind him. He’d sent Koji home weeks ago, along with a portable hologram emitter… she was a copy, but even so, T-ai was a living reminder of what they’d all lost. The Names started scrolling again.

[close up of the display]
Autobot Mission Commander: Optimus Prime -KIA
Autobot Second Officer: Ultra Magnus -KIA
Build Team Leader: Wedge -MIA
Build Team Members: Grimlock, Hightower, Heavy Load -MIA
Autobot Third Officer: Prowl -KIA
Autobot Fifth Officer: Sideburn -KIA
Autobot Communications Officer: T-ai -MIA
Predacon Criminal: Slapper -MIA
Decepticon Second in Command: Mega-Octane -MIA
Decepticon Warriors: Rollbar, Ro-tor, Movor, Armorhide -MIA
Decepticon Commander: Scourge -MIA

“fifteen Sparks, seven friends, seven enemies, and my two brothers.” X-brawn mumbles…as the screen again begins to repeat the names.
“We’ve even lost the matrix.” Hotshot says Leaning over the larger Autobot’s shoulder, before Ironhide and Mirage pull him back, with their hands clamped over his faceplate.

Standing up slowly, X-brawn waves them off, “I haven’t forgot.” …”guys please go see How Wrecker hook and Skidz’ patrols are going.” The Spychangers leave swiftly, giving their field promoted commander the space he needs.

[Optimus Primal travels through the dimensional rift.]
Primal watched as the smaller Autobots filed out of the room, he watched as X-Brawn turned his head ever so slightly to see if they were gone. He watched Him sit back down…and put his head in his hands. Optimus wanted to say so many things to these warriors he never knew. Tell them what happened to their friends…and family. He wanted desperately to give this Autobot in particular…at least some measure of closure. But the tunnel moved him past that Universe, before he could say or do anything.

Just as suddenly as he entered this tunnel, Optimus Primal found himself in a dark room, at one end energy bars hummed …-this is a prison cell, he though.
“This doesn’t look good.” Primal muttered almost under his breath.
“No…” a voice from the darkness spins Primal around, panels shifting in mid motion the Maximal leader has his wrist blaster drawn when the winged shadow moves toward the light given off by the energy bars.
“…It has not been good for any of us Primal.” His form has changed , and with it his voice… but not so much so that Primal doesn’t recognize his cell mate.
“STARSCREAM!” Primal’s voice carries the threat his not lowering arm blaster signifies.
“Please, monkey.. Stand down, we are not enemies here… well at least not at the moment.” A familiar smirk lifts one corner of the ancient Decepticon’s mouth .
“besides unless the rules have changed since I was a lad, a ghost can’t shoot anyone.”

[fade out on Primal as his blaster retracts.]

[return to a blur of white and black, as Starscream finds his back against the wall.]
“I’m no ghost Starscream… so I’m going to need you to tell me what’s going on here… and I want straight answers.”
The smirk fades at the edges, then disappears entirely as primal begins to lower the larger Decepticon back to the floor.
“it’s a rather simple story and a Sad one I’m afraid.” Starscream’s voice drops an octive… “ah but you want straight answers Primal… so I will word it as plain and SIMPLE for you.. Welcome to the pit.”
As if on cue, a loud drone of voices erupt far above them.
“what is that?” primal asks.
“Our adoring public” -the smirk is back as Starscream begins to enjoy this. A look from primal stops it cold.
“I’m sorry optimus, old habits… its just you didn’t strike me as the type of bot to end up here. Suddenly the Air commander’s Optics squint an he spins the smaller cybertronian around.

“by Primus you don’t have a restraining bolt.” Starscream -in a flash, lifts primal and tosses him at the energy bars. Primal’s jets kick in and he stops with an inch between the sparking bar and his crest.
“Nice try Decepticon!” Primal whispers.
“Look at your hand Primal.” Looking down Optimus was shocked to find his arm was thrust completely through one of the bars… more shocked that he felt nothing but a slightly warm almost static-like sensation moving on his arm looking for something… it had crawled up to his shoulder before primal caught Starscream moving again in his optics periphery.
The Decepticon shoved him the rest of the way through the bars.
[a scream tares through Primal‘s audio receptors, as he lands on the other side of the bares. Turning he sees large arcs of energy strike out from the bars and focus on a device crudely attached to the Seeker’s chest plate.
“Go get out while you can… don’t stop until you see the stars.” Starscream says , as his body twists and contorts until the energy flow stops.
“Go PRIMAL, the guards will be coming to check this cell.”

[Paradron]

Nemesis Prime had had just about enough of ’story time with uncle A3’ …not to mention the constant personality shifting he was doing with the maximal Snarl, who’s body he seemed to share. He was never a patient bot… at least as far back as he could remember. He’d begun to wonder -about half way into the old one’s last lengthy answer to Magnus’s latest question. Weather his being given the matrix, was a ’one time deal’ -the last ditch effort. He knew sure as slag, he wasn’t tapped on the shoulder to stand around talking.
“enough is enough.” Nemesis says, as he moves between Magnus and Snarl.
“I’ve only got one answer I’m willing to hear from you two.” the new Prime stands tall above the young Maximal lion.
“What happened to UNICRON?” a visible gulp moves within the technocratic throat that sits about waist high on the semi-former Decepticon.
“Moonrise comes”… came the almost whisper.
But before anyone of the gathered survivors could speak, a soft din of voices could faintly be heard coming from far away.
[It slowly grows louder, until a hill begins to rise on the horizon… ]
“What the Pit is that?” Magnus asks as the roar of thousands of voices begins to become audible.
The Stunned Autobots and Decepticons ’ optics all rise with the crest of the hill … until a large orange tower rises into view.
“Oh my god.” Jhiaxus, cries.” The maw is open, and in it rest a colossal coliseum, rimed with thousand or millions of cheering spectators.
The voices are so loud now that none of them here the cackling laughter of the nearby Hyena ..who found Jhiaxus’ words to be hilariously ironic.

[end]

Awesome new eps! I just printed it out tonight and hope to read it later on! How was that convention btw?

Dark Destroyer

it was okay from what I saw of it... I left Way-to-early, (figured trafic would have been worse), spent an hour looking at the preview deluxes at Walmart, then got to the hotel and stood in line for 1/2 an hour until it actually started... and the the cold I'd been fighting not to get hit me like I was Janet Pym.

got a reisuue Soundwave and some booty tapes... also grabed a marvel legends box set that I missed... fearsom foes. ...i wanted the Vulture.

look forward to hearing what you guys think about my notso recap as it could have been recap episode... before we move right along into "the Pit."

Sucks to hear bout the cold...I've been fighting a small, but annoying one since last Monday, funny
enough contracted it from a friend who had it less than a day then BAMN after spending less than five
hours with the dude I get it! Anyways I finished it last night and enjoyed the hell out of it. I liked the
explaination to how Waspinator reached Cybertron, the scenes with Starscream are a ball (he's
probably my second favourite all time TF after BW Megs, Primal would be thrid, with Rhinox in third
place and G1 Optimus Prime in fifth! It was interesting seeing all the 'timelines" and then revealing that
Optimus was in the Pit! I can't wait to read the next episode! Universe is back baby!

Dark Destroyer

That was a great ep Destron, as Dark Destroyer said, TFU is back!

Also think it was great to see how the other timelines are working, seeing the repercussions oof RID Prime, Magnus, Prowl and Side Burns deaths on the rest of the RID team, the reveal of how Waspinator got back to Cybertron and Vector Primes 'comsic cubes'. Being master of time doesn't mean being omnipresent! He, I loved that.

Anyway, the final few scenes within the Pit were excellent, especially the reveal at the end. It raises many questions which I look forward to reading the answers to into future.

Who built the Pit, was it just Unicron or does he now have more minions?
How did Starscream end up captured and where is Shadow? Last time we saw them Screamer was taking Shadow to safety as Depth Charge destroyed himself and Rampage.
What is Primals mission here?

And finally

Will Frostbite be able to take the Matrix from Nemesis Prime and if he does, will NP revert back to Scourge?

Can't wait to find out! Whatever the answers are, its gonna be a hell of a ride finding out.

wow okay where to start.

how about a preview of the next episode...




Transformers: Universe
Timelines
Episode 44. “The Pens”

[Open on a star filled sky. And the rumble of thousands of feet, the roar of thousands of voices and above both the chanting of one name.]
“BLASTCHARGE!” Repeats constantly as the victor of the match holds the severed head of his opponent up to the crowd. Its optics still flicker for a few nanoclicks as it swings around the area, so that everyone can see the look of frozen horror, and wonder who will fall next to the merciless champion.

Tossing the head toward the heap of scrap that was once its body, Blastcharge laughs, a horrible sound that the crowd relishes, and applauds. An orange glow surrounds the remains of the fallen Transformer, who begins to quickly dissolve away into the floor of the arena.

“TO THE VICTER GO THE SPOILS!” The crowd roars, as a wash of purple energy races up the scratched and dented super structure of Blastcharge, mending and repairing as it goes. In a soft whisper , once the bands fade the Vehicon Commander adds.
“and to Unicron goes the victim.”

“Indeed.” adds a large black hand as it comes to rest on the small shoulder coupling of the winner.
[a flourish of black and purple fur and feathers, moves across camera revealing Razorclaw.]
The brown and silver Vehicon turns to the avatar of chaos -all the while continuing the show for the audience, as the world devourer raises his hand , he asks after his next challenger.
“The air commander tried to leave his cell today, and is in no condition to battle.” The Dark one laughs as he drops the other’s arm.
“I want That Stinking Decepticon!” the Vehicon roars, a hush falls over the arena.
“Yes, I know..” Unicron’s own voice leaves the mouth of the stolen body.

Turning to the hushed spectators once again, Razorclaw holds out his arms.
“It seems the current challenger to Blastcharge’s title has reverted to his old habits.” at this many in the crowd begin to snicker.
“A new tournament will begin soon to determine a WORTHY substitute.”



So Yes, He built it. an unknown amount of time has passed and none of the cast is sure how they ended up where they did... Except a few.

as for Screamer and Shadow directly.. well I'll talk about that in purdy much the next scene after the one above...

Can Frostbite take the matrix... oh sure, its just a matter of getting it out of his chest... and you know these matrix boys... sooner or later they take it out all by them selves lol.

as for reverting back to Scourge... that's not likely to happen, as there was a combination of things that created Nemesis Prime. Not just the martix boost that Rodimus got in tf:tm, but also a technorganic reformating from Primal, and a Super Mode upgrade from Rid Prime's Trailer chunks ... so nah I don't think he'll change back.

also I like to think that Rodimus could change back and forth, because Hotrod had issues and wanted to give up the power.

might explain why Primal's back in black aswell...

But you didn't ask that question

Nice preview Destron. Certainly opens a whole new can of trouble for the bots and cons who are 'free' on Paradron. And Blastcharge has arrived, nice.

Primals back in black eh? Guesss I missed that. Although I don't remember him ever being in black. But as I've said before, BW/BM pretty much passed me by.

Wonder who the recently decapitated bot was?

Anyway, I'm eagerly awaiting the full ep whenever it appears.

Ok seriously...back to awesomeness!!! This is something that I have the patience to follow LOL! Very
nice preview and I can't wait for the episode! The only black that I remember having during Beast Wars/
Beast Machines is his Gorilla mode, I might have to go back and watch a few episodes to refresh my
memory. Blast Charge has arrived yea!

Dark Destroyer

you guys rule... full episode this weekend.

Episode is late...LOL

Dark Destroyer

Transformers: Universe
Timelines
Episode 44. “The Pens”

[Open on a star filled sky. And the rumble of thousands of feet, the roar of thousands of voices and above both the chanting of one name.]
“BLASTCHARGE!” Repeats constantly as the victor of the match holds the severed head of his opponent up to the crowd. Its optics still flicker for a few nanoclicks as it swings around the area, so that everyone can see the look of frozen horror, and wonder who will fall next to the merciless champion.

Tossing the head toward the heap of scrap that was once its body, Blastcharge laughs, a horrible sound that the crowd relishes, and applauds. An orange glow surrounds the remains of the fallen Transformer, who begins to quickly dissolve away into the floor of the arena.

“TO THE VICTER GO THE SPOILS!” The crowd roars, as a wash of purple energy races up the scratched and dented super structure of Blastcharge, mending and repairing as it goes. In a soft whisper , once the bands fade the Vehicon Commander adds.
“and to Unicron goes the victim.”

“Indeed.” adds a large black hand as it comes to rest on the small shoulder coupling of the winner.
[a flourish of black and purple fur and feathers, moves across camera revealing Razorclaw.]
The brown and silver Vehicon turns to the avatar of chaos -all the while continuing the show for the audience, as the world devourer raises his hand , he asks after his next challenger.
“The air commander tried to leave his cell today, and is in no condition to battle.” The Dark one laughs as he drops the other’s arm.
“I want That Stinking Decepticon!” the Vehicon roars, a hush falls over the arena.
“Yes, I know..” Unicron’s own voice leaves the mouth of the stolen body.

Turning to the hushed spectators once again, Razorclaw holds out his arms.
“It seems the current challenger to Blastcharge’s title has reverted to his old habits.” at this many in the crowd begin to snicker.
“A new tournament will begin soon to determine a WORTHY substitute.”

“But…?” Blastcharge interrupts, but only gets the single word out before the Dark one’s optics return to him. Its not the Raptor, or Feline qualities that strike a bot at Razorclaw’s glance. No those animals hunt to survive… this predator’s optics reach deeper into a spark, and remind one of why you fear the darkness.
Blastcharge takes an involuntary, instinctive step backward, that seems to shock him the moment it registers.. But as the titan moves toward him, he holds his ground.

“To true, all gathered wished to witness your triumph over the Traitor Starscream, and no more so than I.” Razorclaw’s words are to Blastcharge, but h emakes sure they reach to the audience as well.
“A reward then, to tide you over until your next battle.” before the Vehicon can even process the first word of reply, Unicron’s power surges through him once again… He watches as do the on-lookers as his form undergoes subtle and not so subtle change.
“I Mark you as my own, As I have done to no others in a star’s age.” You are my champion, my Herald… you are mine!” The energy fades, Blastcharge stands now like an echo of the abyss.
“While we prepare, I should make available to you all you desire.”

[fade out as a door way opens and four shadowed figures are backlit… two identical, one thin and spindly and the last floats with outstretched wings.]

[In the twisting labyrinth of the prison complex]
Optimus Primal, hears the hush come over the crowd above… but he doesn’t know it as such. He only knows what his instincts tell him… they tell him that its something bad.
A sentiment echoed by a voice to his left.
“That’s not good.” Optimus had been moving swiftly up the twisting catacombs, Prime jets at maximum thrust, pangs of guilt stabbing his spark at each cell passed. Passed at a speed that leaves the energy bars a solid block of light as they blur together to his optics. But that voice. It stops him.
“Silverbolt?” Primal yells as he alters coarse.

[Meanwhile, spiralling stories below.]
“Poor Starscream” Mocks Unicron as he speaks to the Decepticon in his own voice… a voice booms in the small confined space.
“you didn’t need to send your pet Catbird Unicron… I’m sure I could hear you …for Primus’ sake his lips aren’t even moving.” The smirk spreads across the air commanders face.
He doesn’t see the hits, but he knows they’re coming… they always come.
“Blasphemer, you dare say that name in my presence!”
Even as he feels the torn and obliterated mechanisms of his jaw spark with torturous pain, Starscream laughs.
“I do… and I’ve had worse.” But at least I know why you brought that down here… he thinks, as Razorclaw’s arms begin to ark towards him once more.
“I want to know How you did it?” Unicron asks, again the words come more from the room than the avatar.
“HOW DID YOU RUIN THREE OF MY HARELDS AT ONCE!” …
Starscream’s optics wink out for a nano as he remembers the fight with Shockarak, Rampage… his friend Dreadwind… a better deceiver than himself.

Starscream turns to the Avatar, his optics even more empty than the creatures, and simply says.
“it wasn’t me.”

[Primal enters the cell, his friend has been imprisoned in… the shock at who else is there drops him to his knees.]

“Is there anyone I haven’t failed?” Silverbolt rushes to help his commander regain his footing, as he stands however, all primal can do is repeat the question.
“Zinou.” comes as the answer.

[the avatar chamber]
She could not figure out what was going on, As she and her sisters ‘administered’ to the champion, things began to make less and less sense to Shadow Striker. Maybe, her mind was free to wander because Blastcharge had all but abandoned her and Roulette in favour for their older sister Crystal, and the forth member of the group, the avian Airazor.
Images rush through her core processors, horrible memories of her recent past but also a smirk that becomes a smile. But as she watches her twin, try to regain the champion’s favour by dangling energon goodies above his ugly face… she knows that she herself is the only hope for the four of them. So she starts to plan, even as she rejoins the group.

[White out to -The empty white between times.]
Vector Prime observers Optimus Primal begin his final journey, not to save one universe, on time, but all of existence… everywhere. every when.
“I am so sorry it has to be this way. It will be difficult Optimus, but you will make the choice. Just as your Namesake did before you.” Turning form the slashed rift in time space Vector Prime stretches out his hand and as his optics dim and relight in concentration, a cosmic cube appears within his outstretched palm.
“The Timeframe Optimus’ comrade Rhinox was transported to by Unicron… show it to me.” Vector Prime’s voice ignites the cube’s structures into a fury of activity. As Vector Prime stares into the device, we glimpse two objects flicker into being..
“Interesting.” Vector Prime mumbles. “Cube, select for me an opportune access point for this timeline, I fear our time grows short.”
The cube responds with whirls and clicks, and with a subtle nod Vector Prime unsheathes his sword again and slashes a new portal.
Before stepping through, The clockwork warrior turns one last time to the cube. “Two final instructions.” A grin crosses the eldest Prime’s face as a Map appears in his hand,. Followed by a mournful frown as an old friend appears at his side. The small grey jetfighter’s features shift and change until its surface matches that of the elder Autobot.
“You’ve completed you mission on Paradron admirably as always going, and now you’ll be going home Safeguard my old friend.” The mini-con’s reply is swift and direct.
“Yes. But don’t worry, Magnus’ destiny lies before him not behind him.”
“Cube, The second Instruction. Execute Command Omega Prime.”

[As Vector Prime and Safeguard powerlink while moving through the portal, two forms appear on the opposing side of the cube, one yellow, the other blue.]

[Inside the pens]
Optimus Primal moves quickly toward the dim red optics huddled in shadow at the far end of the cell.
“Dinobot?” Primal whispers, as Silverbolt joins him at his side.
“it’s the first thing he’s said since his last match.” the fuzor mumbles… face turning away at the sight of what his friend has been reduced to.
Dinobot’s optics go dim, as he returns to stasis. Rising Primal turns to Silverbolt.
“What exactly is going on here.?”
“We win, or we don’t. When you don’t you make sure you win the next time.” Silverbolt’s optics look away from Primal. Shame follows him a storm cloud as he moves about the small room.
“we battle for the amusement of him and his minions, winners are repaired, losers are returned to their cells..or.” Silverbolt stammers as ghosts play across his optics.
“or..” Primal forces the Maximal to continue, drawing him to within arms reach with a firm hand on the other’s shoulder.
“…If the battle is brutal enough that the loser is unable to stand…they are absorbed into Unicron right before your optics… so you know its your fault… your fault.”
Primal notices the tremors running through the synthorganics of the fuzor’s form… and as Silverbolt continues to mumble -Optimus predicts what’s coming.
“ITS YOUR FAULT!” Silverbolt Screams wings flared back in rage as his fist streaks toward Optimus.
The fist connects with the energy bars of the cell, with Optimus out of reach on the other side.
The energy races through Silverbolt as it did Starscream, sending the Fuzor sprawling and into stasis.
Primal walks back into the cell and moves Silverbolt onto the crude bench running along one of the walls.
“I my not have failed Zinou Dinobot, but Everyone else…. I think so.
“He watched her be absorbed, Optimus.” comes the choked whispers of the reactivated former Predacon. It was all a cruel trick by the master of this realm. But it has still nearly broken him. It wasn’t “our” Blackaracknia, but one from another similar timeline… similar enough that she loved him. Enough to loose to him…so Unicron would repair his systems… but something happens -the more you fight here… the more damage you have repaired…the more HE has you… darkness creeps in.” Dinobot’s optics dim again.

Primal wait’s a few moments, before scanning his friend.
“You wouldn’t win, but you wouldn’t stay down, eh Dinobot….there maybe some maximal in you yet.”
A snicker wheezes out between the teeth of the former transmetal 2.
“Perhaps.”
“did he kill her, Dinobot?” Primal asks, fearing all the worse for his friend, because he spoke the truth in his rage… He wouldn’t be here if not for Primal.
“No, It was the same one who did this to me…. He doesn’t seem to like ’us” very much.” If there was more, Primal could not say. Dinobot’s optics dim once more, and as Silverbolt begins to stir. Primal remembers the Seeker’s words.
“…until you see the stars.”

[fade out, as primal leaves the cell.]

[Paradron.]
“Well isn’t that just Prime.” Nemesis Primal says as he watches the ‘moon’ rise over the surface of the former Cybertronian colony.
“Okay pick up Straxus or Thunderwing over there and lets move.”
Magnus looks at Jhiaxus and laughs… “Still want him on your side again.. Oh mighty lord Straxus.”
Jhiaxus’ claws curl into a fist as the insult boils within him.
“Where are we going?” Snarl asks, as he and the other two young warriors lift the Decepticon to his feet.
“We’ve got a problem. We’ll need help so we need to see if there are any more of us left.”
Magnus moves to Nemesis’s side. “You want to check Wedge’s base.”
“Yes, it’s closer than the one king Atlas took over , so if there are any other survivors, it would make more sense to head there.” Nemesis begins to motion for the motley band to follow. But Magnus stops him.
“the odds that we’ll find anyone are slim, and half of those odds say they will be enemies. Say something to these bots who may be about to put their Sparks in your hands.”
Nemesis moves to round on magnus, but when the two lock optics, nemesis sees something in the other he didn’t expect. Respect.
“w…what do I say?” Nemesis’ shoulders lower slightly. As magnus backs away to join the others.
“the first thing that comes to mind.”

As Nemesis Prime’s optics look onto -what could be the last hope for the universe only 5 words seem to fit… and they come from the matrix.

“AUTOBOTS TRANSFORM AND MOVE OUT!”

[The Arena.]

The stars, finally the stars. Primal’s hands grasp the iron bars above his head, as he activates his rockets he can now tell what the words are in the chanting.

“BLASTCHARGE!” Repeats constantly as the victor of the match holds the severed head of his opponent up to the crowd. Its optics still flicker for a few nanoclicks as it swings around the area, so that everyone can see the look of frozen horror, and wonder who will fall next to the merciless champion.

As Primal’s feet come to rest he stumbles and hits his knees… his optics lock with those of the severed head, it’s golden helmet dinted and dusty, still polished in only a few places, the large central crest… an homage to his heroes.-. Its Maximal insignia all but mutilated ..as if special attention was paid to it during the fight. But it’s the optics that drop him to his knees. Bright as the day he first walked onto the Axilon.
Cheetor smiles, at Optimus before his optics fade forever.

Tossing the head toward the heap of scrap that was once its body, Blastcharge laughs, a horrible sound that the crowd relishes, and applauds. An orange glow surrounds the remains of the fallen Transformer, who begins to quickly dissolve away into the floor of the arena.

“TO THE VICTER GO THE SPOILS!” The crowd roars, as a wash of purple energy races up the scratched and dented super structure of Blastcharge, mending and repairing as it goes.

Primal’s Rage filled roar puts Silverbolt’s to shame, he doesn’t even stop as his body transformes into its beast mode.

[The other side of Paradron.]
Cheetor running at top speed to keep in pace with Packrat and Whirl, suddenly stops to a halt… Transforming through the inertia he comes to land before them arms out telling them to stop.
His ear’s prick up, he thinks he hears something. But then dismisses it as the shadow falls over them.

[Fade out to credits as we pan up from the Wreckers to see a large purple space ship hovering over them.]
“Autobots. Stand down, you are not a match for Cyclonus.”

If anyone wants Techspecs for Blastcharge let me know?

Damn...I'm going to have to print this out when I get a chance, maybe tomorrow. Will give you my
thoughts on it in the next couple of days and yes of course tech specs!!!

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all right then, specs up on moday after i get some sleep

Blastcharge
Vehicon: Commander
Function: All-Terrain Demolisions Expert
Motto "Destruction is the highest form of art."

Ground-based Maximals have literally nowhere to hide from this fearsome Vehicon. Blastcharge can demolish just about anything in his path. Powerful off-road abilities allow him to endure the roughest terrain imaginable. Equipped with 3 long-range plasma ultrarockets - no weapon known on Cybertron travels farther. It was not sheer power and drive which made him an extremely effective weapon, but his sharp intellect that prommoted him within the Vehicon ranks. Though often heard mimicking Megatron's brilliant sayings, the two Vehicons have an understanding of sorts. Regardless of Personality clashes, Blastcharge has proven to be the Vehicon Leader's greatest triumph over the maximals...
Which is why he was saught after by the extra-universal entity Unicron, to be his newest warrior. When Unicron offered a Multiverse of maximals ...the vehicon Commander could only say. "Yessss!"

St: 9.3
In: 8.4
Sp: 5.2
En: 8.5
R: 9
C: 7.9
Fp:9
Sk: 8.5

(all stats Prior to his Unicronian Enhancements)

Haven't had a chance to read it yet but will hopefully tonight...

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Comments are late.... Bwahahaha

^ That's cause I've been at home for most of the week...heh.

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stop teasing me man!.... lol

i haven't decided which of my two next episodes to air first.

"Survivors" or "Rumble"... both are working titles

I had a really horrible weekend dude...having problems still with the boys so you'll understand that
personal enjoyment had to be put aside. I did get around reading it on Saturday and I can honesty say
without blowing smoke up your tailpipe that universe is back on track dude! I enjoyed the episode
immensely. Optimus's new mission is interesting and Blast Charge has me intrigued. I know that through
our dicussion a few weeks ago on Allspark Chat that Megatron is still around, but what's up with Blast
Charge mimicking him? You've got me hooked dude.

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Blast Charge mimicking Megatron, I actually thought Brother Destron was using the Cybertron tank mode Unicron since the ep said a 'ghost of the abyss' or something, probably me reading too much into it.

The episode as a whole was great, the revelations about where all the characters are now and what dire straits they're in was gripping. Roulette, Shadow, Crystal and Airazor are now nothing more than 'pets' for Blast Charge. Fascinating. And Primals primal scream at the end was a great set up for the next batle.

Those bots and cons who aren't caught are really in trouble. And I like how you've brouth in the gladiatorial batles involving multiple universe versions of the characters.

Two things intrigued me more though. Where's Vector Prime off to and does this Command: Omega Prime mean that RID Pirme and Magnus will actually return?

Overall can't wait to see what happens next.

Yes... TFU is Back...

I'm feeling it in the back of my head again...

DD- Yesss... he most certainly does mimic Megatron... but I wont tell you Why yet..noo... but there's been and will continue to be clues as to the reason

PSO- Well, Vector Prime, is off to go make an appearance in a universe that we'll eventully call "Cybertron" ..eventually. and Omega Prime well, ... in a word. Yes.. but maybe not quite as you'd expect. And no, Unicron isn't in his Cybertron "planeet x" body... unfortunatly I couldn't find a way to make that work intra-continuity... so he's still in the Razorclaw body he stole in the movie.

I'd like to know how you figured out how to get him in that body PSO, I just couldn't put the two 2s into the 4 right.

You know what would be kind of cool if you were able to incorperate the upcoming movie into the
Universe timelines...LOL!

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*strokes chin hairs...*

oh.. but my dear friend DD, that would involve SO many new webs...and lists and plans and... I just couldn't poss...

It took a bit of thinking, but I have an idea, and it involes Bludgeon.

There are no Shameless plugs... Plugs are glorious...

GSO...

see watch this.

Come one come all TFU... Red alert says WOOH WOOH WOOH

Been a while since I read the latest chapter(s) but I'm caught up. Man, New Wreckers, Primal is back in the house, and Vector Prime with the premonitions/planning for the future. Sorry it's been so long since I've replied Destron, from my new job to computer problems (switched from laptop to desktop), I'm glad to have at least some time to get caught up. Later on I really need to reread the series from the beginning. Soooo many great stories, so little space in my head to remember em all Glad to see Snarl back too, hope Atlas and some of the others survived too. Also nice touch with the X-Brawn/RID Universe scene.

he might have Survived Tien...but there's new owners at his old base... I hope he doesn't head back there...

*dun dun dun*

and welcome back...

Its been a couple weeks since the previous episode...you either must be busy with work or enjoying the summer!!!!

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well its more to do with the announcement of more universe figures at Botcon that's been keeping me busy DD,

my spinnerettes are getting tired lol.

but the webs need tending... sure a few things I'd thought were wraped up tight ..might have struggled free.. but well ..new episodes are coming...

Need more episodes.

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I'll second that. Though considering all the new annoucements of upcoming Universe figures, from the Seacons, to Classics 2.0, featuring new bods for Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, along with the possibility of new moulds for Ultra Magnus and the inevitable arrival of Galvatron into the Classics line I'm not surprised Destron is having to wait a while to see how the official Universe series evolves to see which figures he can add to the already immense roster we've been enjoying. At lease I assume that's what's going on.

Whatever the reason is, I can't wait to see what happens next. So roll on TFU.

after an all nighter guys... she's almost done...

and yes the thought of NEW UNIVERSE characters... mmm it has actually contributed to most of the delay...

the other, is my new comp set up... I'm so use to looking slightly to my right as I type that now that my monitor is on my left ... its actually giving me a stiff neck...

so I went back to hand drafting for these last two episodes... which seems to be taking more time than I remember it taking before..way back in season 1 when my hand just seem to fly down the lined paper...


here's some tantilizing tidbits from the next ep to tide you all over while I go do some final fact checking ...

YES I do DO that lol

A fallen character returns, A historical coverup is uncovered, True origins are reveald, oh and there's a maybebaby on the wayzy..

plus... there might just be a Yess or two?

Ok...that got my attention!


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At this point I like to think I know some things about my audiance lol ... have to go back up to work tomorrow for some training and a meeting or something, so we might see the new ep on thursday.

or if I buy a second monitor to put on the right... maybe sooner.