Warning! I may kill your favorite characters in the most dynamic way. Enjoy!
The year was 2047. The great war of Autobots and Decepticons has ravaged the planet Earth beyond recognition. The Decepticons have issued a full scale retreat because the humans have allied themselves with the Autobots and started using banned weapons to stop the Decepticons in their march. The war is almost won. Megatron, realizing his loses issued a cease fire to the Autobots and secretly launched fifteen shuttles to an unknown destination while his enemies scrambled to intercept them.
"Prime! There was nothing that we could do. We were scouting the perimeter when Starscream and his squad set upon us. This distraction is when they launched the shuttles. It was sunset too for Primes sake!"
"We have known about these shuttles for months Silverbolt. If you needed the back up, you simply needed to radio it in and I could have scrambled Powerglide's squad. Now we are in a mess with an entire army on the run. Also... don't use Prime's name in vain. Wheeljack! Dismissed Silverbolt."
Silverbolt walks out of Prime's debriefing room. Wheeljack enters and looks around for a second. Charts have been tossed around Prime's round table like they were dolls. It all seemed disorganized and in an uproar.
"Wheeljack. Are the shuttles ready for launch?"
"Not yet Prime. We are callibrating a few more loose ends but it will be done shortly."
"Have a seat Wheeljack. We need to talk strategy."
Wheeljack sits at one of the mechanical stools around Prime's table. He glances at the known star charts.
"You and Perceptor are my chief strategists. Explain to me what is Megatron's motives this time?"
Wheeljack thinks for a moment. Then his eyes spark and he points to the Earth's moon.
"I believe he left in a hurry but Shockwave is not a fool. He most likely has his crack troops at the very end of the army. I know Silverbolt let Starscream and his screamers slip through his joints but it is most likely not them. My guess would be with Blitzwing and Astrotrain leading the assault."
"So doubling after them would be a mistake. We will launch in twenty days and follow their ion trail. I need ten squad leaders for the ships. Who do you suggest?"
"That would be a tough one Prime...."
Perceptor walks into the room with a cold calculating stare upon his face. He stands over the chart and points towards the moon.
"We would need Grimlock leading the vanguard with his dinobots. To the left we will need Ironhide and Brawn. To the right we need Warpath's squad. Wheeljack and I will make up the center. We will be followed by your flag ship, then Ratchet's medical ship with the Aerialbots doing double time around it. I would need Cliffjumper and Bumblebee to the back left flank, Whirl to take the right. The last two ships will be commanded by Top spin and Twin twist. I want to punch through what ever chaos they leave behind us."
Optimus looks towards the chart. He folds his hands and rests his chin upon them. He thinks for a moment and then eyes Perceptor. "Will we get through?"
"There is a 98% chance we will if you follow my plan."
"Issue the orders then. I would also like Omega Supreme, Powerglide and Cosmos to be added to the escort."
"But Prime! If we toss all our fliers into one escort, we could jepordize the entire operation."
"...Understood Wheeljack. If that is the case, only allow half of Silverbolts team. Make sure Silverbolt is one of them. He needs to make up for his mistakes."
Optimus Prime then dismisses the strategists and asks for Hoists and Arcee. Arcee arrives first and Prime orders her to adjust his shoulder joints.
"Oh Prime. You are always so stiff with these war councils. You need to take a break at times."
"If only I could Arcee. If only I could. Where is that blasted Hoist?"
Hoist rushes into the room. His blank expression at the Arcee situation neither surprises nor intrigues him. He walks over to Prime, unscrews his right arm and replaces it with a powered tool.
"Relax Prime. I will readjust some of these calibrations. It might be bad for morale if the troops see you with this Fembot. Especially since she is... taken and what not. Or you could just close the door?"
Prime eyes Arcee and she excuses herself. She shuts the door as she leaves.
"Prime she is Hot Rod's. You know this. He is your second in command for Primus sake."
"I know old friend. It is just hard being away from Elita for so long."
"Then summon her. She is only on Cybertron because you wished it during these tough times. Summon her and have her on the flag ship. Just don't listen to her war council. You have Wheeljack and Perceptor for that."
Prime lays his head back and rests it on the wall. He shuts down his optics while Hoist makes a few more adjustments.
"Tell Blaster to make the call. I want Warpath to escort her."
"KaBLAM! Opts. I got you two more heads!"
Warpath tosses two severed heads upon Optimus Prime's working desk. The heads leak energon everywhere. Optimus picks one head up and looks at the expression. He seems puzzled.
"Who am I looking at?"
"That one is named Venom. He was one of the leaders of the Insecticons but he was running their Cybertron branch while Kickback, Bombshell and Shrapnel ran the Earth one. The other one is Chop shop."
"How did you come to... acquire these heads Warpath?"
"KAPLOW! I thought you would never ask. We took the Space bridge like Perceptor suggested. I took a squad of five to meet Ultra Magnus and Elita-one at point Delta. I left the rest of my squad at the Space bridge and told them to hang low until I return. Perceptor explained that an ambush would probably happen right before our departure so I was advised to leave half my forces. When they did show, we sprung the ambush and took them from the front and back. This cowardly one, tried to fly away." Points to Venom's head. "But I got him with a KABOOM in the chest."
"You are one hell of a hero Warpath. Did you bring the bodies back?"
"Strip the bodies for parts and bring the heads later to Grapple. We need to update the Decepticon database and send the files to Iacon and all known Autobot bases."
"On it boss!"
"Oh and Warpath..."
"Free energon for you and your boys at Swerve's bar. Its on me. And consider yourself promoted with a 20,000 chip extra allowance. Come back in five for the heads."
"Hot damn! This is why I work for you. BAM!"
Warpath leaves the room and Perceptor enters. He looks at the heads on the table.
"Friends?" Perceptor coldly suggests.
"Nope. This one was a military general back in our days." Uses his index finger to move Chop Shop's head. "And this one was a politician." Puts down Venom's head.
"Good work on the strategem."
"I needed a good one for the bot without brains."
"Don't insult my field commanders. Warpath is one of the best. His poetry is terrible but at least he aims straight. How goes the preperations?"
"For Elita one or the ships?"
"The ships are fully set for launch. We are double checking all numbers and Pipes and Beach Comber are in charge of loading. We are about 65% fully loaded with all ammunition and supplies. The human alliance wants to know if we require more warheads."
"Inform them that we require an extra two hundred and fifty of them. Hydro would be best. We will make the usual trade for precious metals. Load them on Ironhide's ship. He is always the most stingy to use them. Makes me feel more comfortable."
Perceptor pulls out an electronic clip board and starts to tap here and there. "Done. I have Elita One stationed in your quarters. What do I do about Ultra Magnus? He is not willing to leave her side."
"I will take care of that. Inform Warpath that I want these heads moved. He seems to have forgotten already."
Perceptor walks out of the room. Optimus starts to clean off the energon from his desk and takes his notes. He walks out the room and into the hall. He sees two bodies being dragged off in the distance by Slag the Dinobot.
He walks down the hall and takes a right. He almost bumps into Skids. He seems down and confused.
"What's the matter soldier?"
Skids bucks up and salutes Optimus. "Optimus sir. I am on cleaning duty for the bodies and..."
"I know. I read your files. You knew Chop Shop back in the day correct?"
Skids nods and looks down.
"Don't worry. You are excused from it. I will assign Bumblebee to it. He needs to be toughened up more anyway."
Skids thanks him and continues walking.
"Now to talk care of Ultra Magnus. Always Ultra Magnus."
"Prime I think it was a bad idea to give Ultra Magnus command of Autobot city. How are we supposed to trust him?"
"You are wrong Wheeljack. I know how to read my fellow bots. Ultra Magnus may be hesitant to take power but he is a very capable leader."
"I have to agree with Optimus on this one Wheeljack. Ultra Magnus is the best choice for the reserve forces."
"I don't know Perceptor. We barely know him."
"We have other generals who will be with him. Anything goes wrong and he can be replaced. Until then, he will be in charge."
"You two are dismissed."
Wheeljack and Perceptor walk out of Optimus Prime's briefing room. He presses an intercom button and Blaster's voice is on the speaker.
"What's up Prime?"
"Shut up Blaster. At least pretend to respect authority."
"Oh~ You are in a great mood today. Need some entertainment? I saw Bumblebee caught his foot on fire in the lab earlier. Pretty sure he won't mind doing that again for ya!"
"Sounds hilarious but I need something else."
"I will send her right up for ya Prime. B-bot out."
The intercom clicks off and Prime sighs. "I will choke him one day..." The door then opens and Elita One walks in.
"You called for a code Omega?"
"Stop playing Elita. Where is Ratchet?"
"I'm here Prime." Ratchet enters the room with his medical supplies. "Elita can witness this right?"
"She is fine Ratchet. She knows me in and out anyways."
Ratchet eyes her and then turns back to his tools. "I bet she does Prime. She could make a lot of the younger bots crazy." He picks up his drill and adjusts the tip. "Where at today?"
"It is in the back. The stress is cracking the joints."
"In your situation, I can understand. Years of stress. Years of war added to that stress."
"Just do the adjustments."
"Okay. It will take a few hours to do it properly. You haven't been adjusted in a while Prime."
"Understood." Prime then hits the intercom button. "Blaster. Forward me to Wheeljack."
"Will do buddy."
The com clicks and Ratchet smiles. "Still hate him?"
"More than you can imagine."
"You are in charge for four hours. Do nothing rash and keep all channels under control."
The intercom clicks and Prime looks at Ratchet. "Let's get this over with."
"All ships ready and accounted for?"
"Yes sir. Grimlock, and the rest of the captains are ready for launch."
"Hit the intercom Prowl."
"Understood. You are on in three, two, one... Go!"
"Autobots. This is Optimus Prime. We have been fighting this war for generations and we have died in countless numbers. We are at the end of our war. The war criminal Megatron and his horde are on the run. We are so close to finishing what our ancestors started so long ago. This will be our final battle. We will bring Megatron to justice. Or we will die trying. Never forget the day that we, as a team, as a family, finally stamped the Decepticons off this galaxy. Cliffjumper. Do the count down."
"Five. Four. Three. Two. One. IGNITE!"
All ten shuttles slowly start to launch. The ten ships slowly start to make orbit and then they all slow down to a hault.
"Formations. Release the escorts."
Silverbolt launches with Slingshot and Skydive.
"I want the units in the rear to have 65% of their guns pointing behind us. The center will point 55% left and 45% right.Vanguard points ahead. Inform Ironhide to arm 45% of his warheads," Hoist mentions and then coldly focuses on the computer screen ahead.
"Prime is that wise?"
"Shut it Red Alert. Hoist is a strategist for a reason. Follow his orders."
Elita one enters the bridge. She looks towards Prime and takes a seat right next to Gears and Windcharger.
"Not in the mood dame. Gears. Oil levels read out correctly?"
"I'm interested in you Elita. Just like my optics a tiny bit more. Levels are correct Windcharger."
"Prowl. Take the deck. Follow Hoist words to the letter."
"Understood Prime. Everyone check all numbers. I do not want to end up like a charred Sharkticon."
Prime gets up from the command seat. Hoist doesn't even seem to notice his movements.
"Make it short Prime. Perceptor will be calling shortly with the fleet updates."
"O.k. Elita. Can you come with me?"
"Sure!" She jumps from her seat and walks towards the door. They both leave the command deck.
"Why are you here?"
"To be by your side."
"O.k. but do not touch anything where I station you. We are on a hunt. The Decepticon is always most dangerous when cornered."
They both enter the deck and he motions for her to sit where she originally was. Gears smiles but Windcharger frowns.
"We are all going to die."
"Shut up Windcharger. This is the first time you have been this close to a fembot in years."
Gears laughs and Windcharger ignores her snappy come back.
"Status?" Prime asks.
"All is running smooth." Prowl responds.
Perceptor suddenly comes on the screen.
"Good news or bad news?"
"Both." Perceptor responds. "We have Decepticons."
(End of part 1)
Chapter 2: http://www.littlerub...howtopic=212079
Edited by thenerdieststore, 29 June 2014 - 05:25 PM.