Symphonies of Terror!
Posted 21 July 2010 - 12:34 AM
SYMPHONIES OF TERROR! (working title)
?Galvatron is gone! Cyclonus and Scourge are dead! Lay down your arms!?
The futility of Prowl's fevered announcement, cast out through the crisscross of missile trails and laser blasts, was not lost on any of the surviving Autobots. Jazz continued to wince through his wounds, raising his blaster into the air to fire at the passing jets, despite the pain. A way out was a laughable notion at this point. Inferno had long given up any hopes of surviving this battle, and had already eagerly prepared himself to take out as many of Them as possible. That the top-ranking Decepticons had been taken out was reward enough for a long, terrible (and absolutely satisfying) life of combat. More than the others, he was ready and willing to die.
It was the remaining humans who still clung foolishly to hope, and for enumerable reasons. Unlike the Autobots, their planet hadn't yet been consumed. Though they had lost the Western Hemisphere to Decepticon rule, their species largely persisted. They still had things left to lose, even if family and friends were no longer on that list. Lisa had recently counted Spike newly among the things she was willing to fight and die for, and she briefly looked up into the sky, searching for the American flag that her post-apocalyptic companion had defiantly placed. He was no longer beside it, which meant either that he had perished or he was carefully on his way back down.
As the full force of the Decepticon army approached them, blasters drawn, she considered which of the two fates she preferred. To be finally at rest or to be at rest soon enough. But at her side, once more, maybe? Please?
A carefully-aimed blast from Jazz punctured Divebomb, but the Predacon would probably survive. As Divebomb spiraled away, Jazz grabbed the sparking contours of his lower torso. Buzzsaw, Laserbeak, and Needlenose were sweeping around for another pass. ?We have to find some way out of here.?
Inferno also fired into the sky. ?Like Hell we are,? he growled, adopting Earth language to express his frustration. ?Crossblades died getting us in. We stay in.? An explosion nearby momentarily drowned him out. ?We stay in. We stay here. Until the end.?
Lisa kicked Inferno in the leg, not solely out of anger, but also to get his attention in the midst of the aural onslaught. ?We find cover. I-- Spike will not die alone. We wait for him, then we decide on a last stand.?
Prowl frowned. ?Fair enough.?
Inferno aimed his flamethrowers at a nearby Energon fueling station. Under cover of the explosion, they ducked inside a monitoring station.
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?I think we can survive this.? Prowl said. Anticipating Jazz's response, he added, ?No, I'm serious.?
As Prowl, Jazz, Lisa, and two other humans began their discussion, Inferno guarded the entrance. It was only a matter of time before their energy signatures would be detected. The Energon residue from the explosion would only mask scanners for so long.
?Galvatron, Scourge, and Cyclonus are out of the picture. The Decepticons haven't realized it yet, but they're directionless. They haven't a leader. Galvatron quelled the lieutenants that posed any threat to his rule years ago. It's just an army of yesmen out there.?
?An army of yesmen that outnumbers us 100 to 1,? one of the humans reminded.
?There's no Bludgeon. There's no Thunderwing. No Shockwave. And thank Primus there's no Starscream. All assassinated. There's no leaders of any caliber out there. No imagination. No charisma.? Prowl folded his arms. ?Without the upper command structure, they're lost. It's a power vacuum. If we survive, I believe we can use that to our advantage and turn this around.?
Jazz put up his hands. ?And then what? In case you've forgotten, dude, we've got no Matrix. The essence of our creator, Primus, is extinguished. It's gone. The one thing that can defeat Unicron is gone.?
?Unicron will return eventually, man. Even ol' Galvatron musta known that. He eats everything. We're part of that everything! This entire universe is a dead end. It's livin' on borrowed time.?
?I was going to say, Unicron is something we can worry about later. Maybe tomorrow, maybe millions of years from now, but later.? Prowl paused. ?There is no point worrying about him now. The logical thing is to worry about more immediate threats.?
A new voice joined them, from the corners. ?Funny you should mention immediate threats!? Jazz drew his blaster. The far corner of the room, opposite the voice, ignited. It was Mindwipe. Illuminated by the explosion, his flapping, metal wings cast a shadow across the roof of the monitoring station. ?Energon radiation may be confusing our scanners, but your minds are easy for my considerable skills to locate!?
Inferno rushed the center of the room, closing the gap between them and Mindwipe. ?Six against one, Mindwipe? You must have grown some girders.?
?Oh, I brought some friends.?
Ravage jumped Inferno from behind, appearing from no where out of the shadows. Circuits and wires in the back of Inferno's shoulders quickly fell prey to the jaguar's jaws. Jazz knocked Ravage away, but smoke began billowing from Inferno's neck. As Ravage scrambled to recover, Weirdwolf and Scrapper dropped out of a hole in the ceiling. The yellow canine brought Prowl onto his back, while the Constructicon menaced the humans.
Jazz fired his blaster at Mindwipe, who slipped off into the shadows again. ?Coward,? the Autobot muttered, as he turned to his friends. Prowl, thought startled, was proving to be a match for Weirdwolf. Best to attend to the humans...
Scrapper had fallen, his head ejected clear away from his body. As Jazz glanced down at Lisa, he tried to mask his surprise. The human smiled, patting her grenade launcher. The other two humans high-fived.
Ravage had returned to his feet and pounced, but was again knocked away, this time by a fireblast from another newcomer.
Spike stood at the entrance. ?Miss me??
Lisa kept things as perfunctory as possible. ?Yes.?
Jazz was also visibly happy to see that Spike had survived. ?How did you find us? This place is ginormous.? The Autobot put his fist out for Spike to bump it with his own.
?When in doubt, follow the mystic.? As Lisa joined him, he continued, ?So, I'm guessing that the fact that we're not all atomized right now means that my flag worked. Go me. What's next??
Inferno was insistent. ?We take out as many of them as possible.?
?We take out as many of them as possible. Later.? Prowl stood in front of Inferno, pulling rank, as if that meant anything. ?We get out of here. We survive. Galvatron is gone, so they will crumble.?
Spike was incredulous. ?Galvatron is gone? What, you beat him? How the--??
Jazz cut him off. ?We'll explain later, badly. But for now, it's time to make like a tree and get out of here.?
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Five minutes later, a lavendar hand roused Ravage. ?*urrp* You okay??
Ravage slowly stood upright on his four legs. ?My optics are still rebooting, but my olfactory sensors are tragically still functional, Blot.?
Cutthroat and Rippersnapper also surrounded the recovering jaguar. The monitoring room was in shambles, with Weirdwolf and Scrapper lying deactivated and weaponless. There was of course no sign of Mindwipe. Ravage sat down on his hind legs, clearly aggravated at his defeat. He outstretched his paw, shooing Blot away. Blot's head lowered sadly, and the reeking Terrorcon gave the Recordicon some space.
?Where's Galvatron?? Cutthroat squawked, his wings beating frantically. ?Galvatron is gone! Where is he? What will we do??
Rippersnapper snarled, ?Yeah, this is seriously messed up. What's the plan??
Ravage raised a brow. ?The plan? Why are you asking me??
Rippersnapper looked at Cutthroat. Cutthroat squawked again, nervously.
Ravage growled. ?What??
The shark monster stared at his feet. ?Well, y'know. With Galvatron gone, that means you're the, well... you're the oldest Decepticon. You got seniority, or something. We just figgered...?
?We thought you'd tell us what to do!?
Ravage returned to his feet. He lowered his head and let out a long sigh. After a moment, the jaguar began walking off alone. ?Meg-- Galvatron might return. And if he doesn't, then none of this matters.?
As Ravage left them, Cutthroat began fidgeting again.
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Head craned back, Thundercracker regarded the stars and stripes hanging from the highest tower of their battlestation. There was no longer any breeze to keep it aloft; the Decepticons had since restored the shields to operation.
What a strange defeat this had been.
Only moments ago, the Decepticons had been assured victory. They controlled half of this muddy, miserable planet. Optimus Prime was dead. Rodimus Prime was dead. There were only a small handful of Autobots remaining. Thundercracker himself had helped see to that. The local humans had been battered into submission. The humans from the other side of the globe had planned to attack them with nuclear warheads, but the Decepticons welcomed the onslaught. Their shields would protect them, and the resulting energy, if properly captured, would be enough to power them for centuries.
And within the span of fifteen minutes, it all fell apart.
Galvatron was missing, abducted by creatures unknown. His supernaturally strong energy signature was gone from even the most sensitive of their scanners. The mangled bodies of Cyclonus and Scourge were found outside the perimeter of the battlestation. And all because of maybe five Autobots and a gaggle of humans. Humans!
Who would lead them now?
Thundercracker converted into jet mode and launched up through the sky. He did not know where he was going, but he knew a lost cause when he saw one.
Preceding a sonic boom, for a brief moment, the flag furled once more.
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Posted 21 July 2010 - 05:01 AM
Was not expecting these guys. "Fro Spike" lives! Neat to actually see this reality followed up on and I'd be curious how you'd tie it all up less abruptly given more time. I like the idea of Ravage, who is one of the first Cons in the Marvel U, being offered leadership. An "obvious" idea I've never seen touched before really. Can't go wrong with Blot farting either.
I can't remember, were the Monster Pretenders dead at this point, cause it'd be neat to see them.
-ZacWilliam, probably hasn't read fanfic outside of a random Mosaic or two in years, used to follow it regularly back in the AltToysTransformersFanfic days. Wow I'm old.
Or the proverbial ailerons of Titanium Moosebots?
*Visit the one and only Cybertronic Bestiary.
For a mechazoologic tour of the mechanimals of Cybertron.
Posted 21 July 2010 - 12:36 PM
Posted 23 July 2010 - 12:32 PM
It feels like one of those old stories from the Uk comics with drawings in between.
Consequently... Nice way of ending it. It certainly feels like it can lead into it's own version of the pax Cybertronia.
Yes. I know unicron ate Cybertron but it dosent mean he can't later be defeated. The transformers could probably make something like the allspark and learn some sort of spark budding process to reproduce.
A new cybertron could be built.
It just strangely feels like this could be the universe that leads to Beast Wars for some odd reason...
I'm probably just reaching though.
Edited by MonsterFromMars, 23 July 2010 - 12:38 PM.