TransWarp

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TransWarp

Postby Verno » Fri Feb 24, 2012 1:59 am

Ok, here we go.

I've spent the past few years writing a story that helps to bridge the gap between the end of the Great War and the start of the Beast Wars.

It's written within established canon from the myriad of G1/2 sources and the Beast Wars CGI TV show, as well as borrowing heavily from Furman's unofficial Alignment story.

It kicks on from where the Marvel G2 comics left off all those years ago.

What better way to pick it up than with a monologue from Optimus Prime. And what better way to start it than with Optimus ironically quoting himself.

Sit back, relax and enjoy the story. I'd love to hear people's comments!

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"A choice must be made, for only together, united as one race, can we truly survive... and prosper."

How did it go so wrong?

It seemed that peace was within our grasp. Some, however, were all too keen to see that we never reached it.

Razorclaw. Talk of his death proved to be false. Like the beast he is, he just kept coming. He feasted on the growing disdain for our alliance emanating from the Decepticons. It was hoped a mutual enemy in the Cybertronian Empire would keep a lid on the derision. We were wrong.

While still flying the colours of the Decepticons, the Predacons began to see through their own agenda.

Targeting our off-world installations, these renegade Predacons began to stockpile Energon and resources. In the interests of continuing the alliance, Autobots weren't to fire upon these rebellious Decepticons unless fired upon first.

But this couldn't continue. We had to be proactive in response to this burgeoning enemy. If we couldn't fire upon them, we had to find someone that could.

The Maximals were born.

All off-world Autobot troops were rebranded, and we could now fight back, within the terms of the alliance.

The war was now being fought on two fronts. The Maximals countering the Predacons, and the Autobot-Decepticon alliance battling the Cybertronian Empire, who were continuing to launch attacks on Cybertron.

They were the greater enemy. Their true size - unknown. Their true ambitions - likewise. As little as we knew of them and the Liege Maximo, we knew they were coming. But it wasn't they whom destroyed the Earth.

Humans had long been our allies, and the Earth a base for our operations in that part of the galaxy. It was also home to labs built for the development of new technologies, namely the continued experiments with Micromaster technology.

Dwindling resources had long been an impetus for improved efficiency. Our, now Maximal, scientists delivered us an incredible advantage: Proto-Matter Technology.

New recruits brought online were outfitted with these new, smaller and vastly more efficient bodies.

It was at this point that the war changed, again.

Megatron requested that the technology be shared with the Decepticons, in the interests of defeating the Empire, who we were hearing, we're moving towards something big. I refused his request, and this gave Razorclaw the final bit of momentum he needed to act on a larger scale.

Megatron, who years earlier would have simply taken the technology by force, accepted my decision, much to the surprise to the majority of his troops.

In contrast, Razorclaw launched an all out attack on Earth; one we never saw coming.

They destroyed the Earth, and in doing so, announced their separation from the Deceptiocons. The Predacons had truly arrived.

Losses - Catastrophic. 7 billion dead in one day, and any human survivors scattered amongst the stars.

Decepticons left in droves for the greener pastures that was the Predacons. Megatron was impressed by the ferocious act, but outraged by the betrayal.

As terrible as this all was, it was about to get much worse.

The Hub, home of the Liege Maximo, had been found. We now knew the what and the where of their forces, but the greatest surprise was the terrifying why.

With a contingent left behind to protect Cybertron from the new Predacon menace, an army was amused. Made up of Autobots, Maximals and those Decepticons still loyal to Megatron, he and I led the assault to destroy The Hub and deny the Liege what he saw as his destiny.

The day was won. The casualties great. None greater than that of Megatron himself.

Magnus has since described Megatron's final stand to me as Magnificent. Coming from Magnus, that's saying something. I wish I could have seen it.

I'd taken heavy damage and was drifting in stasis amongst the debris of battle. I was offline for many cycles. When I awoke, the Decepticons were no more.

With the heavy losses from both the assault on The Hub and desertion to the Predacons, the Decepticons were a mere shadow of their former glory. Shockwave, to whom the leadership had fallen, had little choice than to declare the Decepticons defunct. It was only logical after all.

So here we stand. The war has changed again, as has the enemy. That sense of peace that had been so strong has faded - but isn't gone.

This war will soon be at an end.
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Postby Verno » Sat Feb 25, 2012 4:41 pm

(1)
[From Spotlight: Ravage]


“The Decepticons are no more”, said Magnus, studying the two figures before him in the chamber, “but this war is far from over. The Predacons have thrown the rulebook out the window, so we’ve had to do the same.”

Rodimus spoke up. “As you’re both aware, some of your buddies are stupid enough to want to keep fighting and are now flying the Predacon banner. But when the Autobots win, and trust me, we will, ‘Cons will still have to answer for everything they’ve done during the course of the War. ‘bots like Megatron and Soundwave have got the easy way out.”

The comment stirred the Sparks of the two Decepticons.

“I don’t like the idea of cutting deals with the enemy, but it’s come to our attention that Megatron had you both running sight-seeing trips behind Pred lines before the Hub assault” continued Magnus. "If word of that reached Razorclaw, he’d be quite interested in finding both of you - so here’s the deal: You keep making those trips, but you’ll be reporting back to us instead. And when it’s all over, your assistance in ending the War will be shown on your records, might even get you off some of the heavier charges."

Magnus let the proposal get worked through by their processors.

"This is your chance to make amends”, said Magnus.

“And get some payback”, added Rodimus.

“What do you say?”

The two Decepticons looked at each other, then nodded to their new Autobot allies.

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(2)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


A shadowy command room with a large desk in the centre, surrounded by several large forms.

"How long until our stores of Energon are depleted, Lash?" asked a raspy voice in the gloom.

"With no new sources found and expenditure remaining constant... Three months", came the reply.

"And with an increase in activity?" asked a figure to the left of the raspy-voiced form.

"With the increases you've outlined, Rampant: a week, perhaps two", was Lash's reply.

"The end draws near, whether we are ready or not", Razorclaw sighed in the darkness. "Seethe, give me some better news."

"Our supply of Protoforms has reached its lowest ebb. We have ceased the transference of Sparks until a new resource can be located." This was hardly good news.

"The likelihood of which?" asked Razorclaw, but already had an inclination of the answer.

"All Maximal off-world operations have seemingly been shut down", said Seethe. "Production of the Protomatter is now exclusively on Cybertron."

"No doubt a response to the events on Earth", came a croaky voice.

"You believe that to have been a mistake, Cinder?" asked Razorclaw of his General.

"Only Time will be the true judge of that", replied Cinder.

"No word of the location of any such stores has been discovered, but our vigilance in scouring their communications may possibly have yielded another target", said Seethe, getting the conversation back to a civil tone. "We've deduced the location of what we believe to be a Maximal research facility - their TransWarp laboratory."

"What evidence do you have to support this hypothesis?" asked Razorclaw.

"Just a name", Seethe replied. "Csirac."

"Suggested course of action?" asked Rampant.

"A raid", replied Seethe simply.

"A hit-and-run, based solely on a name?" questioned Lash.

"He is the head of their study into the technology", said Cinder.

"His capture would instantly catapult our research forward", Seethe continued.

"Why are you afraid of 'Time', Seethe?" asked Razorclaw. "What horrors in your past are so terrifying that you feel the godlike impetus to control it?"

"The unknown future is the greater fear, my Lord", said Seethe.

"Rest assured, when we crush the Autobots, we will take their research as our own", said Razorclaw.

"With all respect, you used the same reasoning in regard to our research into Protomatter, and now our supply is critically low", pressed Seethe.

"If the time and energy wasted tinkering with toys had been channelled into the effort on the front, the Decepticons would have won this war an age ago", replied Razorclaw, now becoming angered.

Seethe pressed on. "But my Lord-", only to be cut off.

"I've heard enough", growled Razorclaw. "The raid will not proceed. Our efforts are better spent elsewhere." Seethe sat back in his chair. "Is that everything?" asked Razorclaw, but didn't wait for an answer. "Good. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a meeting with some old friends."

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(3)
[From Spotlight: Ravage]


The two Decepticons stood in the light at the centre of an enormous room, surrounded by a number of Predacons in the darkness, as a large, familiar form entered. “Laserbeak, Ravage, old friends. Welcome to the Predacons!”, announced Razorclaw, with little warmth in his raspy voice.

“I was saddened to hear about Soundwave. A great warrior, his talents wasted under Megatron”, he said, twisting the knife in the back of his dead former leader, to the laughter of the Predacon troops in the darkness surrounding them.

“Our forces grow stronger by the day”, he continued, motioning to the hall full of Predacon combatants, who were studying the two ancient warriors. “And are buoyed by recruits such as yourselves.” There were sniggers from the Predacons. Ravage and Laserbeak felt uneasy in the spotlight.

“But there is little time for reminiscing about the good old days, we must get down to business.” Razorclaw produced a large blaster, and from point-blank range, blew a hole through the chest of Laserbeak, who crumbled lifeless to the floor. Raucous cheering exploded from the audience of Predacons. Ravage prepared himself for the end.

“I won’t suffer fools!”, boomed Razorclaw. “I learnt that from Megatron, though he changed his tune towards the end - desperation will do that to you”, continuing his rant against his old master. He stepped closer to Ravage.

“There have been whispers, Ravage, voices in my ear asking why you’ve come. A more loyal Decepticon could never have been found: Megatron’s favourite pet, yet here you stand, ready to serve a turncoat.” The room was silent.

“You have talents I can utilise, Ravage, but let Laserbeak’s smouldering wreck be a lesson to you - if your resolve wavers even for a moment, you’ll end up on the slag heap next to him. Have I made myself clear?” Razorclaw was now face to face with Ravage. Ravage held his gaze.

“As I said before”, Razorclaw said as he turned and exited into the darkness, “Welcome to the Predacons.”
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Postby Verno » Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:01 pm

(4)
[From Spotlight: Ravage]


Ravage found himself in an unfamiliar location, filled with unfamiliar faces.

“The famous Ravage…” said a voice. Ravage turned to see a large red Bot approaching. “Or should that be infamous. Stories of your endeavours are legend. Major Magmatron-"

“General Seethe"' an imposing dark figure cut over Magmatron's introduction. "I’m sure you’ve heard tell me". Ravage certainly had.

“His reputation for tactics precedes him, that of his courage...”, said Magmatron, making no attempt to hide the bite of the cutting remark.

“Your addition to the ranks will only boost the fearsome prestige the Predacons enjoy” Seethe added, apparently unaffected by Magmatron’s jibe.

Magmatron gave a derisive laugh. “It’ll soon be clear to our honoured recruit who’s earned their prestige, and who stole it." The distrust between the Predacon leadership was clear. Ravage was sure the Autobots would be interested in this.

“If you wish to discuss leadership styles, then I would be glad to oblige you, at another time”, said Seethe, dismissingly. “I believe you have your orders", Seethe said knowingly. Ravage wondered what those orders might entail.

Magmatron knew the conversation was over, and turned back to Ravage. “It'll be an honour to serve beside you.” Magmatron turned and walked away without so much as a look towards his commanding officer.

Seethe watched him leave, before ushering Ravage to accompany him. “Come, Ravage, we have much to discuss.”

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(5)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Note: The events of Scene 5 take place during the Beast Wars, just after Coming of the Fuzors Part 2.

Optimus Primal, in his new Transmetal form, stands in the doorway of a room on board the Axalon. An odd-looking table with arms can be seen in the room. The figures of Rhinox and Rattrap approach.

“They’re impressive new forms”, said Rhinox as he entered the room.

“They’ll certainly take some getting used to”, replied Primal, briefly looking at his new body - his old one currently littering space in a million pieces. “Thank you, old friend”, he said to Rhinox, who simply shook his head at the gratitude. “So, what is it, exactly?” asked Primal, looking at the table.

“You mean besides ugly?” snorted the small Transmetal Maximal.

“Shut up, Rattrap”, Primal replied.

“I don’t know what he called it, but now that you’ve seen what it can do, you understand its danger”, said Rhinox, gathering tools.

“Danger?” questioned Rattrap. “Are you kiddin’? We could bring back anyone! The Beast Wars would be over tomorrow!”

“But if the Predacons got hold of it, they could do the same thing”, said Primal, studying the device.

“Exactly”, said Rhinox, taking a seat at the foot of the table. “Until the tear in Space-Time has healed, feats like this remain possible. The sooner I dismantle it the better.”

“What?!” protested Rattrap.

“Agreed”, said Primal, ignoring Rattrap.

“You just gunna throw away our best hope of endin’ this war anytime soon, huh?” continued Rattrap in his protestation. Optimus and Rhinox simply looked at Rattrap - they didn’t have to say anything. “I know, I know, ‘Shut up, Rattrap’…” he said, rolling his optics as he left the room, carrying on his complaints to himself.

“Who was he?” asked Primal.

“His name was Csirac”, said Rhinox, beginning the disassembly. “He was a Maximal Scientist at the end of the Great War, and a good friend of mine.”

“Well, I owe him my thanks”, said Primal as he left the chamber.

“We all do”, Rhinox said to himself, “more than we know.”

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(6)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Note: The events of Scene 6 are back in the normal timeline with the previous scenes.

Three Maximal engineers are working on an engine, but keeping an eye on a fourth, who is working alone.

“I don’t know how he keeps going”, said an Autobot-sized Maximal to his colleagues. "He's gonna burn himself out!"

“His work is all he’s got left", replied the bulky but smaller brown and green robot beside him.

"I know there’s a war on, but everyone needs to cool their processors every once in a while. Someone should talk to him", said the third, larger Maximal, looking between his two colleagues, not wanting to be the one to do it. The focus of the two larger Maximals fell on their small partner.

"Fine. But get this thing built", he said, putting down his tools and moving off.

"Csirac", he said to the Maximal staring into an interface. Csirac pulled back and rubbed his optics. "How’s that engine coming, Rhi-

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!*

A massive explosion rips through the facility.

Predacon troops swarm into the lab with weapons drawn but everyone inside is offline.

"Find him!" roared a large red Predacon, clearly in command. "Leave the others, they're dead anyway!"

His troops spread out among the offline Maximals, checking them.

"Is this him?" asked a dark Proto-Predacon hopefully.

The commanding Predacon smiled. "Finally you've done something right, Ticker! Bring him!"

"Yes sir", replied Ticker, as he and another Predacon hauled the Maximal out.

The red Predacon surveyed the carnage. "Mangle!" he yelled to one of his troops, "I said leave the others!"

Mangle was holding the small brown and green Maximal up by one of his legs. "Come on, Magmatron, this is too easy! These little bots were meant to put up a good fight!"

Magmatron had no time for this. "Let's go!" he barked, as he made to cover the exit.

Mangle held the smaller ‘bot up. "Next time, Maximal!", he said, before dropping him.

"Move out!" cried Magmatron, as he hurried his remaining troops out the exit. He took one last look at the lab consumed in flames, then was gone.

The brown and green Maximal rolled onto his back and looked around the room. "Oh no...."
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Postby Verno » Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:19 pm

(7)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Note: Memory/Dream Sequence.

The cockpit of a fighter is in focus as a countdown begins.

10 - Lights are green across the board. The cell is holding steady…

9 - MAD Wing is reporting a clear scope. The sky is yours…

8 - Reading small power fluctuations but within expected ranges…

7 - Final checklist complete. Lights are still green. We are a GO, repeat GO…

6 - Sequences locked in. Diverting engine power through the TransWarp cell…

5 - Power surges through some minor systems. Vibrations through the ship…

4 – MAD Wing, give me some room up here…

3 - *Woorp Woorp* Alarm! Major power fluctuations throughout the ship! Shut it down… Shut it down!...

2 - Engines are continuing to draw power. The computer is offline. Systems are locked…

1 - My darling…

*BOOOOOOOOOOM*

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(8 )
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Csirac came back online with a jolt, his sensors screaming. The same dream. He groaned as he tried to move.

"Ah excellent, you're awake", said a croaky voice.

Csirac tried to focus his optics but everything was still a blur. Details started to whir back into his processors.

"Peh.. Prehh..." he slurred.

"Give it a moment. You're vocal subroutines are still coming back online", said the voice, whose form was becoming clearer, then suddenly came into sharp focus. Spindly, creepy, most definitely...

"... Predacon..." Csirac finally managed to get out.

"Of sorts", replied the slender, purple Predacon, before giving a metal-chilling cackle. "I am Taranachus."

"The lab... How did you know..." said Csirac, pulling himself up, as the details of the raid came back to him.

"Oh, we know a lot of things", replied Taranachus, "but that should be of no concern to you now. What you should be asking is..?" he posed, playfully.

Csirac knew where Taranachus was going with this. "What do you want with me", he said.

Taranachus cackled, gleefully. "Yes! A much more interesting question! One with an easy answer, really..."

Csirac was now sitting upright and again knew exactly where Taranachus was leading him. "A TransWarp cell."

Taranachus cackled once again. "Yes." A control panel behind him began to beep. Taranachus turned from Csirac and addressed it.

"And supposing I refuse?" Csirac asked futilely.

Taranachus gave a blunt answer whilst typing rapidly. "Then I'll extinguish your Spark and extract the information I require from your data-tracks."

"There's just one problem", said Csirac, as he began to study the contents of the room, “unless you hadn't noticed, we haven't got one to work yet."

Taranachus was distracted with the panel but continued in the banter. "Yes, we watched the last launch with great interest. The finale was spectacular!" The failure of the Lexor, the Maximals’ 1st TransWarp test ship, was still an open wound for Csirac, for many reasons.

Taranachus gave a frustrated squeal and moved from the panel towards to doorway just as it opened. Two solid Predacons were dragging a battered form between them. They dumped it unceremoniously on the floor before exiting without a word. Csirac recognized the crumbled bot instantly.

"Commander Silverbolt", said Taranachus. He was heavily damaged and Csirac feared for his Spark.

"Is he..?" he asked, unable to bring himself to say it.

"Just in Stasis. Fix him up, I need him online”, said Taranachus, before turning and exiting himself, the door closing and locking solidly behind him.

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(9)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Rhinox had spent a few quick cycles in a repair bay, but now found himself sitting at a desk in one of the Autobot command rooms.

"For his sake - I hope he's dead." Rhinox looked up at the Autobot commander. "And as his friend", Magnus continued, "you should too." Rhinox could never hope such a thing. "But if they took him alive then reason would dictate that he remains so; they obviously have a use for him." Magnus sat back in his chair. "What does he know?"

"Nothing tactical", replied Rhinox. "They'd be after his technical knowledge."

"TransWarp", Magnus stated, unhappily.

"Amongst other things", said Rhinox. "He was part of Project: Macpherson on Earth, and was actually one of the first to adopt a Protomatter body. That knowledge could be dangerous in the wrong hands."

Magnus sat in silent contemplation for a moment before continuing. "We haven't got the resources to mount a search and rescue mission. I'm sorry."

"So that's it?" Rhinox asked, unable to hide the anger in his voice.

"No. Has the raid delayed the launch of the next ship?" asked Magnus.

Rhinox shook his head. "Looking at the lab you wouldn’t think it, but we got lucky. A few stray blasts could have seen us back at square one."

"The relocation of the lab is underway as we speak", continued Magnus. "Let's hope this one stays a secret longer than the last, but I can't guarantee anything". Rhinox admired his honesty; there were no guarantees in war. "You're all going to have to take some matters into your own hands", said Magnus, reaching for something behind the desk.

"Like what?" asked Rhinox, puzzled.

Magnus produced a set of chain guns and placed them on the desk with a solid thud. Rhinox simply stared in silence, his mouth agape.

"Welcome to the party."
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Postby Verno » Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:36 pm

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[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Csirac approached the massive form of Silverbolt to assess the damage.

"Maximal?" murmured Silverbolt. Csirac jumped back in alarm.

"Sorry, I thought you were offline", he said, reapproaching.

"Are you Maximal?" Silverbolt asked again.

"Yes. I'm Csirac."

"Silverbolt." He tried to lift himself.

"It's a pleasure to meet you", said Csirac, attempting to offer Silverbolt support as he got up, but Silverbolt's leg was badly mauled. "The joint is shattered", said Csirac, surveying the damage. I doubt there's the equipment here to fix it properly", he said, turning to look at the rabble of stolen Maximal equipment behind him, "all I can do is fuse it so you can stand. You'll limp worse than Kup though."

"Do it", said Silverbolt as he rolled over to let Csirac attend the joint. "Knew Kup, did you?" Silverbolt asked.

Csirac shook his head. "I've only heard stories."

"Yeah, we'll he had plenty of them", said Silverbolt, as he began to take in his surrounds. "What is all that stuff?" he asked, motioning to the stash of equipment.

"Maximal tech. Stolen from Earth most likely", said Csirac, his optics not moving from his work.

"They continue to surprise. Taking prisoners isn't usual Predacon practice. Where did they find you?" Silverbolt asked.

"They raided a lab. I woke up here. And you?" asked Csirac, continuing the operation.

"A raid? Led by a big red 'bot by any chance?" asked Silverbolt.

The rest of their conversation was cut short by the sound of the chamber's door unlocking. Two heavy-set goons entered, the same ones that had dumped Silverbolt in earlier. They said nothing as they stood either side of the doorway, which was soon filled with the terrifying figure of Razorclaw.

Csirac had only ever heard stories of the Predacon leader, but now standing before him, they seemed more like nightmares.

Silverbolt tried to stand but was still recovering from his violent capture. "Don't do it on my account", Razorclaw said to Silverbolt. "You've earnt a lie down". Silverbolt's hatred towards Razorclaw was clear, but he said nothing.

"We are in the presence of our own future, Silverbolt", Razorclaw said, but now staring squarely at Csirac. "We're no longer the pinnacle of technology. Never could we have imagined that our fate would look quite like this", Razorclaw finished, clearly in reference to Csirac's Maximal Protomatter body.

"I take it you're not a fan?" asked Csirac, attempting to sound as in control as possible, but failing.

"On the contrary", came the reply. "I foresee a day when every Spark on Cybertron will be clad in Protomatter. Why else would I have tapped the rich supply of it on Earth?"

"Tapped?!" Silverbolt said with disdain in his voice. "You blew the planet up! Killed billions of humans in the process!"

"It was a brutal planet. Always had been and was until its end", Razorclaw said simply. "And the humans? Nothing more than savages. I watched them scramble over each other, trying to get aboard evacuation ships, hoping to escape - only to be shot down by our fighters waiting in orbit".

Csirac was shocked by the casual tone of Razorclaw's words.

"Our intelligence says that you were stationed there", Razorclaw continued to Csirac. "Given your talents, and appearance, it's easy to surmise that you had a hand in the creation of the Protomatter technology".

"Right so far", said Csirac, uneasy under the extreme focus. "What else does it say?"

"You're a... Pacifist." Sniggers came from the bulky Predacons at the door. Csirac was surprised they knew what it meant. "Excuse my mentioning it but we have a different name for ‘bots like you: Target Practice". The sniggering at the door continued.

"Is that what I'm here for?" Csirac asked, gaining confidence as he became more incensed.

"No. I have a greater task for you". Csirac now knew what prey felt like. Razorclaw's stare was hypnotizing.

"And what about me?" said Silverbolt. Csirac had almost forgotten he was in the room.

"You're here just so I can see the look of terror on your face". Razorclaw gave no clarification as to what that meant as he turned to face his troops at the door. "Bring them", he said, then exited the chamber. Csirac went without a fuss. Silverbolt, however, was scuffed and paraded through the corridors of Predacon onlookers, all glaring at the captured enemy. Whatever and wherever this facility was, it was big.

"Tell me", said Razorclaw, whom Csirac found himself walking next to, "Did you ever attempt to construct a Protomatter combiner?"

Answering would usually have been considered an act of treason, but given Csirac's current situation, he felt he had little choice but to answer. "No", Csirac said truthfully. "The priority was production once we'd perfected the technology".

"Pity. It will make your task all the more difficult". Csirac made to enquire about just what this task was, but Razorclaw continued. "I thought of entrusting it to one of our engineers, but to have it built by someone who knows the full capabilities of the technology, then all the better for us".

"Have what built?" asked Silverbolt before Csirac had the chance to, who was still fending off evil looks as they continued through the seeming labyrinth of corridors.

"We are brothers, Silverbolt", he replied, cryptically. "Brothers in loss. You took away mine, I took away yours".

Word of the defeat of the four other original Predacons had reached even those working in the TransWarp lab. It was met with great cheer. The death of the other Aerialbots however, that was news to Csirac - terrible news. He turned and looked at Silverbolt, who had a look of pain and anger on his face.

"I wish I was there to see them burn! A big Predacon roast!" spat Silverbolt, who earnt a solid punch to the torso for his efforts, but his head came back up with a smile on it. "We celebrated that night! Four Preds down, one to go!"

"And yet here I am, alive and well - and also the bearer of bad news", Razorclaw said as he turned to face the Autobot. They had arrived at a heavy set of doors, guarded by two enormous Predacons, so big they put the two Predacons scuffing Silverbolt to shame. Whatever was behind this door was incredibly important.

"Perhaps instead of celebrating you should have been more thorough in your work", said Razorclaw, coldly.

"What do you mean?" asked Silverbolt, who'd momentarily stopped wrestling in the grip of his handlers.

Razorclaw smiled. Csirac really wished he hadn't. "Open it", he commanded to the enormous guards.

The doors swung back to reveal a vast chasm of what seemed endless blackness. But as they entered and Csirac's optics attuned to the light, there began to emerge a blue hue to the light. They approached two vast cylinders from which the blue light was emanating. Their contents couldn't yet be made out clearly.

"While Rampage and Tantrum are lost to me..." said Razorclaw, as Csirac approached the cylinders, whose contents were now clear to everyone.

"No... NOOOO!!!" screamed Silverbolt.

"The Sparks of Divebomb and Headstrong pulse on!" boomed Razorclaw.

There, suspended in the blue liquid, we're the damaged forms of Razorclaw's two, surviving, Predacon brothers, hooked up to all manner of tubing and life support equipment.

"You want a new body", said Csirac, stunned by the sight.

"I want a new PREDAKING!" roared Razorclaw.

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(11)
[From Spotlight: Ravage]


“Have you read Ravage’s report?” asked Rodimus, throwing the tablet containing the report over the desk.

“He’s good, very detailed”, replied Bumblebee.

“Oh yeah, infighting amongst the Generals - who would have thought?" Rodimus asked sarcastically.

“If Magmatron's promotion to General has caused that kind of friction in the leadership, then it lends itself to implosion", said Magnus. "If Razorclaw could be removed-"

“Because that’s been so easy to do before now”, said Rodimus, cutting him off.

“We didn’t have a man on the inside before now”, said Magnus.

“Ravage?” questioned Rodimus.

“If he can get close enough”, said Magnus. Rodimus shook his head. "With four Generals to pick from, the faction could splinter", Magnus pressed on. "The only uniting factor is Razorclaw.”

"He certainly rules with an iron fist", Bumblebee chimed in. “I mean, Laserbeak wasn’t just some ‘bot off the street, he was an experienced warrior, and he killed him, just like that!"

Rodimus still wasn't convinced. "Supposing he gets out of there alive, what kind of Energon-filled carrot are we offering to get him to agree to all of this?"

“Amnesty”, said a commanding voice in the doorway. There, back on his own two feet for the first time in far too long, stood…

“Optimus!" Bumblebee said, rushing to shake his hand, delighted to see his leader back in the land of the living.

“You can’t be serious, Prime", said Rodimus, who was also glad to see him, but couldn't help being against of the idea.

Optimus took a seat at the table. “If Ravage can stop Razorclaw, then we owe him his freedom.”

“You’re putting all your hopes in a Decepticon?” queried Rodimus.

“In the Spark of an enemy, there will be salvation, and in the darkest hour, there will be a light”, said Prime, quoting the Covenant, for which Rodimus had never held much stead.

"Ok, it's an option", Rodimus conceded.

Prime shook his head. "It's our only option. We're taking the fight to them."

"Prime?" questioned Bumblebee.

Prime studied his commanders. "Too many friends have been lost to us. We're ending this war."

A smile crept across Rodimus' face for the first time. Prime's tone was resolute. "Alright. Let's do it", agreed Rodimus.
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[From Spotlight: Csirac]


"I'm not too thrilled about it but what choice do I have?" asked Csirac.

"You can tell them to cram I up their exhaust port!" said Silverbolt, limping as he paced the room.

"I value my Spark a little higher than that", retorted Csirac, taking a seat at the large table in the room.

Silverbolt looked at him. "And what do you think they'll do with you after you build it?" Csirac knew the answer but didn't say it. "Fine. Do their dirty work for them, but your clock is ticking."

"Then I'll take as long as I can to get it right", snapped Csirac. "Buy us time to figure a way out of here."

Silverbolt laughed bitterly. "Us? Unarmed and injured, against the entire Predacon army. You saw what's on the other side of that door!"

"Then we wait for rescue", said Csirac, unwilling to concede.

"They're not looking for us", said Silverbolt dismissively. "They don't even know this place exists." Silverbolt took a seat opposite Csirac at the table. The silence between them stretched.

"You want to hold out something?" Silverbolt finally asked. "Hope that the Autobots win, soon, and that you're somehow still alive at the end. Whatever plans you might have had, forget them. Our part in the war is over."

Csirac began to sketch out details on the data-slate. Silverbolt watched him for a moment before folding his arms on the table and resting his head upon them.

"I'd have never believed it", said Csirac. "An Autobot Commander giving the order to give up."

Silverbolt laughed without surfacing. "That's ironic, coming from the pacifist - someone who never had the courage to pick up a blaster in the first place."

"True, I've never fought, but I worked to bring an end to the war through peaceful means. Discouraging the Predacons from continuing to fight."

"They won't be coerced into peace!" said Silverbolt, finally lifting his head. "Razorclaw will fight til the end." Csirac again fell into silence, but Silverbolt was angry now. "And what then? Huh? The day will come when the Autobots are desperate enough and actually use the weapon you've created."

"It's not a weapon!" Csirac stated firmly.

"Temporal erasion", said Silverbolt. "If that's not a weapon I don't know what is."

The door unlocked and two big Preds carried three Protomatter pods in and deposited them. Silverbolt gave Csirac a scowl.

"Come with us", said one of the Predacons.

Csirac stepped forward. "What do you want now?"

The Pred shook his head. "Not you mini-bot."

Csirac turned to see a stern look on Silverbolt's face.

"Good, get me out of here", said Silverbolt. "The company can't get any worse."

From behind one of the big Predacons stepped Taranachus.

"Don't be so sure..." he said, with a cackle.

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(13)
[From Spotlight: Ravage]


General Seethe had had several meetings with Ravage to help bring him up to date on Predacon activities, as well as to introduce him to Razorclaw’s other Generals: Cinder, who oversaw the Predacon Air force, and Rampant, who led the majority of the ground forces. The newest of Razorclaw’s Generals, Magmatron, was not at the meeting however.

"Part of my command is intelligence gathering - intercepting Autobot and Maximal communications; something I've had great success with. Your addition to the fold will improve our abilities in this area to no end”, said Seethe from the other side of the desk.

“Given the amount of information Seethe intercepts, both foreign and friendly, together with Rampant and myself, we have become an unofficial force for policing our own troops, weeding out disloyalty”, said Cinder. Ravage suddenly felt on edge.

“We’re under no illusions as to why you’re here”, said Rampant, coldly. “With Soundwave and Megatron dead, you suddenly find yourself without a strong leader to stand behind.” More talking isn’t what Ravage was expecting from Rampant.

“You’re not a coward; you simply have no aspirations higher than post. You’re a soldier, you live to serve your faction.” Seethe’s words weren’t calming Ravage’s circuits just yet. “We are no different”, he continued. “Our aim is to strengthen the Predacon Army in every capacity we can.”

“We want you to kill Magmatron.”

Silence greeted Rampant’s words. “He is reckless, brash, naïve and foolish, and breeds such poor qualities in the troops he commands”, spat Rampant. Ravage couldn’t believe what he was hearing. These Predacons would have put Starscream to shame.

“For the Predacon leadership to stay strong, we can’t put our hopes in an accident to see out our wishes”, said Cinder, re-joining the discussion. “For the good of the Predacon cause, it must be a precise strike that finds its mark with full lethality.”

“In order for the future to remain bright, Magmatron must be removed”, pressed Seethe. “Your skills for this task are second to none, and you’ve witnessed firsthand what an unstable leadership can do to a side.”

“We will soon confirm with you when you are to proceed with the task", added Cinder. “Have no doubt - it is for the good of the Predacon cause.”

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(14)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


The doors of the chamber opened and two large Predacons dragged the drained figure of Silverbolt in, dumping him unceremoniously on the floor, before leaving without a word. Once the doors closed and locked, Csirac went to help Silverbolt.

"What did they do to you?" he asked, assessing Silverbolt's damage.

Silverbolt pushed the small Maximal away. "Tried to install some kind of programming", he said, struggling to his feet. "Why? Want to give them a hand with that too?" Silverbolt said bitterly.

"What kind of programming?" Csirac asked, ignoring the jibe. This was concerning news.

Silverbolt shook his head. "Whatever it is, it works on Protoforms but didn't want to take to old technology", said Silverbolt, giving in to the fatigue and sliding down against the wall.

"A shell program", Csirac said more to himself than to Silverbolt.

"Which is?" Silverbolt asked with a sigh.

Csirac was worried. "We designed the Protomatter technology with Maximal coding as a failsafe. If the technology was stolen or copied, it was hoped the Predacons would be unable to use it."

"You were wrong there. I've seen plenty of pint-sized Preds", said Silverbolt.

Csirac nodded sadly. "They developed a shell program, an override. From what we know, it takes the core consciousness hostage and alters facets of a Protoform's personality. Attempts to remove the program haven't ended well."

Silverbolt was now paying attention. "So if they get it to work..."

"You'll be a Predacon", said Csirac, sadly. But his processors were still working through the details. "The question is why".

"Pretty obvious, isn't it? Preds would have an agent within Autobot Command." Silverbolt struggled to his feet. "That can't happen."

"It hasn't happened yet", said Csirac, unsure what Silverbolt was thinking.

"It won't happen", said Silverbolt, his eyes scanning the chamber. He moved towards the desk, flipped it violently and ripped one of the legs from it.

"What are you doing?" pleaded Csirac, his processors whirring faster than ever. He moved closer wearily.

Silverbolt had a look of utmost conviction in his eyes as he lifted the leg to his chest. "Better dead than Pred..."

"Noo!" yelled Csirac as he ran and collided with Silverbolt's legs, knocking him slightly off balance.

"Get off!" said Silverbolt, attempting to shove the Maximal away. Silverbolt over-balanced and came crashing down, the table leg flying from his grasp.

"I won't sell the Autobots out!" yelled Silverbolt, as he struggled to get back up.

"Killing yourself isn't the answer!" Csirac cried, still clinging to his leg.

"What else am I supposed to do?!" yelled Silverbolt, who thrashed around in frustration. Csirac was flung into the wall.

Everything went black.
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Postby Verno » Sun Feb 26, 2012 9:07 pm

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[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Note: Memory/Dream Sequence.

"Am I allowed in here?" asked a slender fembot as she nervously entered the Maximal lab.

"Just look official", said Csirac, ushering her in, smiling.

He led her to a workstation, covered in components of unknown use. "You have to see this", he said, directing her attention to a viewing device, much like a microscope. She looked into it, still unsure that she should be in the lab at all.

"They're beautiful", she said as her optics studied the glowing particles as they flew around under the lens. "What am I looking at?"

"Trans-Ion particles", said Csirac triumphantly. "The building blocks used to construct a TransWarp cell."

The fembot looked up from the scope. "It works?" she asked, slightly stunned.

"We created the first small cells for testing some time ago and have now received the green light to compile a larger cell for further testing", said Csirac. "We'll have a full scale test very soon", he said smiling. "So, yes, it works."

The fembot threw her arms around Csirac and embraced him. "My darling..." she said, as the scene was consumed in a flash of light.

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(16)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Csirac awoke in an all-too familiar way of late: with a groan after bad dreams. He was at the foot of the wall. Silverbolt was sitting beside him. The silence carried on a few moments longer.

"Who's Venus?" Silverbolt asked softly, his optics still staring at the opposite wall.

"How..?" began Csirac.

"You were mumbling the name as your systems came back online", said Silverbolt. "A friend of yours?"

Csirac took a moment to answer. "Sparkmate."

Silverbolt laughed. "That's a word I haven't heard in a long time. You’re a lucky ‘bot."

Csirac hadn't discussed it with anyone. "She’s… a pilot with the MAD Wing.”

“My kind of girl”, said Silverbolt. Csirac looked at him; he was smiling. “Earth culture rubs off on you after a while.” Csirac remained silent. "Are you alright?" asked Silverbolt.

"Yes", said Csirac. The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, both in quiet contemplation.

"I came into this war and I knew my place; I had a purpose", said Silverbolt. “Now... I don't know. What good can one part of a combiner do? I wish I'd died with them."

More silence before Csirac replied. "I got to see you in action once. I was on board the Laraam. We came under Predacon fire on re-entry. You performed a solo bombing run to take out the Predacon artillery, and then escorted us in. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here."

"The Laraam, huh? The last shuttle from Earth”, said Silverbolt. “Beautiful planet."

"I'm not dying in here, Silverbolt", Csirac said with resolve. "And neither are you."

"I like your optimism", came the reply with a smile.

“I want to be able to see the stars when I go, not some filthy bunker wall.” Csirac turned to look at Silverbolt. “I have an idea how to get us out of here”, said Csirac, “but with him crawling around in your circuitry I can’t risk telling you yet.”

"Understood", said Silverbolt, with a nod. “What do you need from me?”

“I need you to trust me”, said Csirac to his Autobot friend.

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(17)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Silverbolt studied the holo-display images emanating from the data-slate. He had a look of concern of his face. "Is Razorclaw killing you part of the plan? Because that's what he's going to do if you build this."

"What's wrong with it?" asked Csirac, who was unrolling some cables.

"The combined mode is incredible", said Silverbolt, scanning through the 3D images. "But with no individual robot modes, he's not going to like it."

"Concessions had to be made because of the intricate nature of the combination", said Csirac, still absorbed in his work.

"What's this second shield? It doesn't fit with the rest of the design", asked Silverbolt, having a closer look at the specifications.

"That's for me"' Csirac replied, without looking up.

"Oh, so you are expecting some fireworks", said Silverbolt. "At least you're prepared."

"It's his nature", said Csirac, assessing Razorclaw's mentality.

"But it's all part of the plan?" quizzed Silverbolt, looking for reassurance.

"Yes. Now help me hook up the pods", said Csirac, with his head buried under the data-slate.

Silverbolt clicked off the display and walked to the pods. "This trust thing would be easier if you gave me something", he said with hope.

"Alright", said Csirac, emerging. "The plan has one major flaw."

Silverbolt didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Terrific..."
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Postby Verno » Mon Feb 27, 2012 10:01 pm

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[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Csirac crashed back to the floor and skidded into the far wall. He'd been expecting the hit for some time.

"Mistakes...", growled Razorclaw, as he approached the Maximal after sending him flying. "I was foolish to give you as much freedom as I did; I can see that now. It won't happen again", he said as he crouched down. "As for you, Csirac, you disappoint me. It's almost as if your Spark wasn't quite in it. That too will change, or you'll be melted down and used as mortar casings. Alive or dead - used to kill your own kind."

Behind Razorclaw stood a congregation of Predacons surrounding an imposing, lifeless form.

"What do you want us to do with it, my Lord? Scrap it?" asked a large bot.

Taranachus, who had been intently studying the Protomatter combiner, spun around at this comment. "Might I suggest we keep it, Lord Razorclaw. It will aid our understanding of the technology."

"Just get it out of my sight!" barker Razorclaw without taking his stare from the small form below him.

Two burly Predacons lifted the body and removed it from the chamber, Taranachus trailing it out.

"All designs will pass before my optics before they're executed. I see that to be the best way to avoid any unnecessary violence, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes", said Csirac, not daring to look up.

Without another word, Razorclaw stood, turned and led his fellow Predacons from the room, the door locking with its usual clunk.

"Are you alright?" asked Silverbolt.

Csirac sat up with a groan. "All part of the plan."

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(19)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Silverbolt was hurled back into the chamber by the bulky Predacons. Another session was over. He rolled onto his back after the door locked. "He's given up on the programming, for the moment at least."

"Why take you in then?" asked Csirac, bringing up the 3D display.

"I think he just likes crawling around in there", said Silverbolt, with a shudder. He stood up and approached the desk. "How's it coming?"

"Slowly", said Csirac, disappointment in his voice.

Silverbolt assessed the schematics. "Not bad. An improvement on the first one for sure."

"It served its purpose", said Csirac.

"I hope so. You were off the ground for a few nano-cycles", said Silverbolt, smiling. "Your shield would have come in handy", he said, picking up the object. "Are you going to tell me what it is yet?"

"No", said Csirac, still engrossed in his work.

Silverbolt laughed at the short reply. "Prowl always said: 'play to your strengths', and yours is definitely secrecy", said Silverbolt, putting down the object and returning his focus to Csirac's work. "Aircraft design on the other hand, not your strong suit."

"You knew Prowl?" Csirac enquired.

Silverbolt nodded. "He was a good one for secrecy, too. Very important when it came to strategy." Silverbolt sat down at the desk with a sigh. "We could have used him at the Hub assault. That was a fiasco", Silverbolt said sadly, lost in memory. "Some more heavy-hitter wouldn't have gone astray either."

"Like who?" Csirac asked, continuing his line of questioning.

"Take your pick", said Silverbolt. "Blaster, Kup... Ironhide was always good in a tight spot."

"Like this one?" asked Csirac.

"Yeah", said Silverbolt with a smile. "But reminiscing will get us nowhere", he said, taking control of the data-slate from Csirac. "Let me show you what a real jet looks like."

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(20)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Everyone in the room was tense, none more so than Csirac - a lot was riding on this design. He'd been part of two great projects in his life, whose effects were sure to leave their mark on Cybertron. But as important as those two were, this one stood beside them. It was an incredible piece of engineering.

Razorclaw was studying each form of the holo-display in detail. A final click displayed the combined form. Razorclaw's optics narrowed. He turned to face the room and stared squarely at Csirac.

"Build it", he said simply. There were noises of agreement from his troops. He stepped towards Csirac and the room fell to silence again, but his optics lifted to meet Silverbolt's, who was standing cross-armed behind Csirac.

"I am told you had a hand in the design, Silverbolt. I'd say you missed your calling", Razorclaw said with a sneer.

"You understand the additional requirement?" asked Csirac, drawing Razorclaw's attention, whose optics fell back to the Maximal.

"A fourth pod..." he said.

"Four?" queried one of Razorclaw's underlings. "My Lord, our resources are-"

Razorclaw sharply lifted a hand to silence him; his eyes not moving from Csirac. He went to speak, but the voice of a Predacon broke in.

“My Lord, I’m receiving reports of increased Autobot activity. They’ve pushed our forward positions back. There are unconfirmed sightings of.. of...” The young Predacon didn’t want to say the name.

Razorclaw’s face twisted into a smile. “Prime”, he said with a growl. “Back in the land of the living and leading the Autobots once again.” Razorclaw turned to face his squad. “The war ends today, Predacons!” he growled again. “To your posts!” he barked to the troops, who scattered instantly, as he turned back around to face the prisoners. “Come tomorrow, I’ll be wearing Prime’s head as a crown!”

“Ha! He’ll have you stuffed and mounted on a wall!” rebuked Silverbolt.

Razorclaw drew his sword out slowly from the subspace pocket behind his head, his eyes narrowing. Silverbolt ran at Razorclaw, pushing Csirac out of the way. With a single slash, Razorclaw removed Silverbolt’s leg, sending him sprawling onto the ground.

Razorclaw stepped onto Silverbolt’s chest, triumphant. “You see how easy it is?” Razorclaw asked rhetorically, stashing his sword. “You and everyone you know will soon be offered the choice between death, or servitude. I give you time now to consider your answer.”

He turned and walked from the chamber. Csirac yelled after him. “The pods! What about the pods?!” but received only the sound of the door locking in reply. This was followed by an odd sound – laughter.

Silverbolt lay in a growing pool of liquid flowing from his severed leg, but was laughing. Csirac raced to find something to stem the flow.

“Why are you laughing?” asked Csirac, as he attended the wound.

“I’m just picturing his head sitting over a fireplace. It’s a very funny image”, said Silverbolt, obviously in some kind of system-wide shock from the attack.
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Postby Verno » Wed Feb 29, 2012 10:46 pm

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[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Csirac placed a hand upon the device propped up against the wall. "I'm sorry", he said quietly.

"For what?" asked Silverbolt, who seemed far too cheerful for someone who'd just lost a limb.

Csirac hadn't been directing his apology to him, but answered anyway. "Many things."

"Are you going to tell me what that thing does?" queried Silverbolt, looking at the device.

"Nothing, now", said Csirac. "Without the Protoforms it's useless." Csirac took a seat at the table as Silverbolt lay on the floor looking skyward.

"I'd give anything to be out there right now, flying circles around some ex-'Cons", said Silverbolt. Csirac only realized for the first time how cramped Silverbolt must have felt in this room. "You said Venus was a pilot", Silverbolt continued. "I bet she's out there kicking some Pred exhaust. Those Maximal Fighters are-"

"Venus is dead", said Csirac, surprising even himself. "I killed her."

"What?" said Silverbolt, sitting up.

"She'd volunteered to be the test pilot for the Lexor. I couldn't dissuade her - she had complete faith in my work, and it cost her everything", said Csirac, staring into nothing. "She died in the TransWarp explosion that consumed the ship. And it was my fault."

"You can't blame yourself for an accident - a tragedy", assured Silverbolt.

"I can if you can", said Csirac.

"That's different. I gave an order, they followed it and they were killed", said Silverbolt, sternly. "Their deaths are on my account."

"And hers is on mine", Csirac replied, finally looking at Silverbolt. "And I couldn't live with that. That's where the ..." Csirac gestured to the device, "thing came in."

"What are you saying?" asked Silverbolt, concerned.

"TransWarp technology works, however it's far from efficient. The firing cell tears a hole in the fabric of Time, leading to what we've named 'TransWarp Space', but in reality, is something much more. TransWarp Space is home to the many who are of the one. We'd touched the very edge of the Allspark."

"Incredible", said Silverbolt, captivated.

"The device is a Laser Core Amplifier", said Csirac, "allowing me to stretch the link between Spark and core consciousness. "Utilizing a wave of Trans-Ions, I'd travel through the tear, find her Spark and bring it back. But now I'll never know if it would have worked."

Silverbolt sat there, stunned. "The tear. That was the flaw in the plan."

Csirac nodded.

"You just need another ship to fire a cell", said Silverbolt, now comprehending the sheer scale of Csirac's plan. "But that could still happen! They could be doing it right now!"

"But I'm in here, how would I know for sure? That part was always in the hands of Primus. And now with no pods-"

The door of the chamber suddenly unlocked and opened. A Predacon rushed in and dumped four Protopods on the floor. "With compliments of Razorclaw. Something to help take your mind off the death of your friends", he said with a sneer across his face. He turned and ran to join his comrades.

"Maybe Primus is listening", said Silverbolt with a smile.

"Maybe he is", agreed Csirac, unable to believe what he had just seen.

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(22)
[From Spotlight: Ravage]


Note: A montage of images, denoted by *…*, to accompany Ravage's inner monologue.

*Ravage walking through Predacons troops preparing for battle*

It is the eve of War and I don’t know who or what I’m fighting for: The battlefield is familiar, but not the names. I’ve joined a faction founded on the betrayal of my old one, but only because I’d made a deal with the enemy, and since arriving, I’ve been recruited by three ambitious Generals to do in another, whose only crime is his success.

*The Autobots and Maximals also preparing for battle*

The Autobots - are still the enemy; I’ve made no peace with them. Who are they to dictate the terms of my freedom?! They haven’t won yet.

*Razorclaw sharpening a sword. A highlighting 'Razorclaw' insignia branded over the top of a Decepticon one on his arm*

Razorclaw - The Autobots have failed to extinguish his Spark, and he’s proven himself a true leader throughout the course of this War - who am I to kill him? After all, he’s made of Decepticon parts. If he can win the day, then my freedom is assured, and with no Autobot strings attached.

*Magmatron in deep contemplation before battle (much like the image of him in a chair at the start of BW: The Gathering)*

Magmatron - ‘sigh’. Deceit is at the very core of a Decepticon: we serve ourselves. These usurping Generals are some pieces of work, but their brutality is feared by enemy and friendly tools alike. To be in their favour in this new faction can only be advantageous. In order to secure it, and perhaps to the detriment of the Predacons - Magmatron… must die.

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(23)
[From Spotlight: Ravage]


Note: Same as above.

*Ravage is in hiding, not far from the frontline. He is watching Magmatron and his troops engage the Autobot enemy head on.*

*From inside Ravage's optics looking out, showing he has target lock on Magmatron*

He is a warrior of great power and courage. He stands beside his troops, shoulder to shoulder, against the enemy. True leadership like this is in short supply - I’ve only ever really seen it in two others: One carried the Matrix, the other wished to rip it from his chest...

*Montage of images of Magmatron delivering some good old fashioned ass kicking*

I served Megatron loyally until the end, with complete trust, even when others doubted it. That kind of trust can only be earned here, forged on the frontline...

*Close up of Magmatron enjoying tearing an Autobot apart*

There is much of Megatron in this young Predacon. Perhaps he is what this faction needs for the future - someone who will lead, instead of manipulate...

*Magmatron leading his troops forward*

Yes...

*Ravage following them in full stealth mode*

He is a leader of the future. For the future. There is desire in his eyes. There is hope for those around him. There is…

*Magmatron is cut down with very heavy blaster fire, taking extremely heavy damage and falls to the ground, we presume dead*

No!

Ravage froze. Magmatron’s troops were returning fire in the direction from where the shots had come. They were yelling orders to each other to get Magmatron’s smoking body back to cover. Ravage could have helped, should have - the bright future for the Predacons he'd just seen now lay dying with Magmatron amidst the rubble. But Ravage did nothing. The troops soon retreated carrying the lifeless body; all Ravage could do was watch, thoughts racing through his processors. He was suddenly jolted back into action by the sound of approaching Autobot and Maximal forces. He ran. He made for the Predacon line. Ravage had witnessed the very thing he’d been charged with doing. Magmatron was dead, but he wished he wasn’t.
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Postby Verno » Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:39 pm

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[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Csirac and Silverbolt were busily connecting the Protopods to the amplifier when the door of the chamber burst open and several Predacons poured in.

"Maximal! Come here!" yelled one of them.

Csirac was weary as he approached. "What's going on?" Two Predacons dumped a smoking wreck onto the floor before him.

"There's a war on! Help him!" the Predacon yelled again.

Csirac examined the body but looked at the Predacons and shook his head. "The damage is too extensive. There's nothing I can do."

"You better think of something!" came the reply, accompanied with a blaster being pointed at Csirac's chest. Silverbolt limped closer but was greeted with blasters too.

Csirac tried to explain. "His body can't support his Spark. It's beginning to re-join the Matrix."

"Then move it!" yelled the Predacon, not taking no as an answer.

"Where?" asked Csirac.

"Those!" suggested one of the other Predacons, pointing to the Protomatter pods against the wall.

"No", said Csirac quickly.

"Do it! Or I'll rip your Spark out and put his in!" threatened the Predacon, continuing to yell.

"Skeeto, they 're for Razorclaw, I heard him say it himself", said another Predacon.

“All of them, Masher?” Skeeto demanded of the troop.

“Something about four pods to make a bigger body. The first one was too small”, replied Masher.

"First one?” queried Skeeto. “Use that then! Where is it?" he asked, not yelling for the moment.

"It’s in storage. I'll get it!" said Masher. He grabbed a cohort and ran from the room to retrieve it.

"Hurry!" Skeeto yelled after them.

"That won't work", said Csirac. "It needs three Sparks to function, so unless you're volunteering to get in with him..?"

Skeeto cocked his gun. "I'm not gonna tell you again, Maximal!"

"It won't-" Csirac began, but a blast narrowly missed his feet. "...Ok", said Csirac, who knew the next shot wouldn't miss.

The Predacons returned carrying the monstrous form and lay it beside the lifeless form of Magmatron. "Careful now, Maximal", sneered Skeeto in Csirac's ear as he made to open the chest cavity.

With all the delicacy he could, not helped by his shaking hands, Csirac transferred the Spark from the tattered body to the new Protomatter form. He closed the lasercore and stepped back.

Suddenly the form began to convulse wildly. Limbs flew in every direction as the Spark tried to integrate into a form that would probably tear it in three.

"What's happening? What's happening?!" demanded Skeeto.

"I don't know!" Csirac replied, he'd never seen anything like this before.

A terrifying, tormented scream came out emanated from the body's mouth. Then silence.

"Magmatron? Magmatron?!" Skeeto lent over the deathly still body but received no reply.

"I'm sorry", said Csirac.

"Sorry? Not as sorry as you will be." Skeeto was enraged at having just witnessed his commander die in front of him. He encroached suddenly on Csirac.

Silverbolt, still bearing the scars of his last fight, jumped in to protect the Maximal. "He did all he could!"

Skeeto smashed him aside. "Shut it!" he roared. He was not in a good frame of mind.

"Skeeto, I'm picking up heavy chatter", reported one of the Predacons.

Skeeto, still staring at Csirac, took a moment before answering. "Let's hear it."

The Predacon on the comms turned it up. A voice broke through the static. "...sshhhzzlaw is missing. His squad is non-responsive..."

A different voice came through. "Scouts are reporting the Autobots have launched a ship into orbit. Cinder has scrambled fighters to intercept..."

Another new voice broke in. "Where's Magmatron. I ain't taking order from that bast-..."

The communication was cut as a clear signal broke through.

"This is General Rampant. Razorclaw is dead..."

"What?!" gasped one of the Preds.

"Shut up!" yelled Skeeto.

" I am assuming command. Predacon forces are to regroup at the incoming coordinates before we restart the push. General Cinder has ordered a strike on the Autobot ship. I repeat, Razorclaw is dead. I have taken command of the Predacon forces..."

"Shut it off", barked Skeeto over the top of the transmission.

"We gotta get back out there", said a Predacon.

"Shut up!" was the reply from Skeeto, his processors racing.

"Magmatron is dead, Skeeto", another continued.

The events were unfolding too quickly for Skeeto to keep track of. "I said Shut up! Shut AAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!"

*Booom!*

In his frustration, Skeeto took aim at the fourth Protomatter pod and blew it to pieces.

"Noooo!" screamed Csirac.

Skeeto turned back to Csirac. "This is your fault! You killed him!"

"Get away from him!" yelled Silverbolt who was having trouble getting back up.

"You killed him, but he ain't gonna die alone down here!"

*Booom*

Csirac crumbled to the floor, half his torso missing.

"Get out of here! Go!" he yelled to the Predacons, before turning back to the carnage. "Enjoy watching another pal die, Bolt!" he yelled, before running from the room.

"You fracking piece of slag!" Silverbolt called after him. "Csirac!" Silverbolt crawled to him and turned him over.

"A ship... They've launched a ship" Csirac muttered, cradling his wound.

"Don't move. I'll get you patched up", said Silverbolt, looking around for anything that could help.

"Don't... worry", said Csirac, with a grimace. “It's alright, but I think it's time we got you into your new body."

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(25)
[From Spotlight: Primal]


The MAD Wing burst through the thin atmosphere of Cybertron and found a safe orbit. The ride up had been turbulent to say the least.

“I was crazy to put my hand up for this”, said Rhinox, his large form snug in the Maximal fighter cockpit.

“The word you’re looking for is MAD!”, said Primal.

“You made your case quite clearly”, said a voice over the comm.

“Some would say he argued his way into the cockpit”, said another, ribbing the newest member of their Wing.

“Cut the chatter”, said Spiral, with authority. “Looks like we’ve got the jump on them, let’s make the most of it. Wide perimeter on the Xelor. Rhinox, we are a GO!”

“Roger”, said Rhinox. “Powering up the TransWarp engine.”

“MAD Wing, optics sharp. If this works the ship could pop out anywhere”, said Spiral. “Prepare for defensive evac or fast recovery of the Ball.”

“Primal to Rhinox. How’s it coming?”

“Lights are green. TransWarp cell to 78% power.”

“This is it ‘bots”, said Spiral, addressing the Wing. “You all know what happened last time, and you’re all here voluntarily. You’re the bravest pilots I’ve ever had the privilege to fly with. Let’s see this through to its end.”

“MAD Wing!” came the call from the pilots over the comm.

“Cell to 100%. Engaging TransWarp Drive in 3… 2… 1… Now!” A rippled window in Space opened up and engulfed the Xelor.

**2 minutes earlier**

“I was crazy to put my hand up for this”, said Rhinox, his large form snug in the Maximal fighter cockpit.

“The word you’re looking for is MAD!”, said Primal.

“You made your case quite clearly”, said a voice over the comm.

“Some would say he argued his way into the cockpit”, said another, ribbing the newest member of their Wing.

“Cut the chatter”, said Spiral, with authority. “Looks like we’ve got the jump on them, let’s make-“ *Woom Woom* The rest of Spiral’s words were cut off by an alarm. “Detecting an anomaly, Sector 159!”
“Energy signature matches the Xelor!” came a voice over the comm.

“This is Rhinox, reporting successful test! But systems are beginning to short out. The Cell must have overload…” Rhinox was suddenly plunged into darkness. The whole ship had lost power. “Oh no…”

“Blue Feathers, stay with the Xelor until entry, then regroup”, commanded Spiral. “All remaining Feather, recapture the Ball!”

Ships broke off and headed for Sector 159 at full steam.

“Spiral to Autobot Command. Reporting a successful TransWarp Test. Awaiting further orders?”

“This is Command. Maintain safe orbit and stay out of troub… Scratch that. Receiving reports that Cinder has diverted a squad of fighters to intercept. They’re in bound, and fast. Protect that ship with your Sparks!”

“Roger, Command. You heard the ‘bot downstairs: Nothing gets through us!”

Rhinox sat in the Xelor, now with only the four Blue Feathers for company, but his optics were glued to the dial, watching the power climb upwards, until it reached the top. “Cell to 100%. Engaging TransWarp Drive in 3… 2… 1… Now!” A rippled window in Space opened up and engulfed the Xelor, again.

“This is Blue Feathers, he’s away!”

“Roger that. Regroup and prepare to engage incoming Predacon ships!”
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Postby Verno » Tue Mar 13, 2012 5:37 pm

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[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Silverbolt stepped from the Pod and found himself staring at himself, or at least, it used to be. His larger form, battered and scarred from countless battles, which had seen him safely to this point, now lay lifeless on the floor of the chamber. He looked at his new form – smaller, with an altogether different colour scheme – he wouldn’t recognise himself in a mirror. But there was no time to waste. His friend was wounded, and he couldn’t see him.

“Csirac”, he called out to the now seemingly larger room, as he clambered over his old body to find him.

Csirac was under the amplifier, powering it up.

“Hey!” said Silverbolt, rushing over.

“How does it feel?” asked Csirac. “Throws you off for a while but you get used to it.”

Silverbolt ignored Csirac’s attempt to divert the conversation. “You can’t go anywhere like that!”

“We don’t have time for this, Silverbolt”, said Csirac, attempting to lower the hatch over himself, but Silverbolt stopped it.

“Two Pods. Two bodies. One for you. One for Venus. Whatever the plan was with the other pod, forget it”, said Silverbolt.

“No”, said Csirac defiantly. “Primus has made it pretty clear that this is it for me. Warriors win wars, and right now, we’re two short.”

“What about Venus?” demanded Silverbolt, as Csirac struggled to close the hatch.

“Venus is gone!” shouted Csirac, looking into Silverbolt’s optics, utter resolve on his face. “And so am I. But I can still help end this stupid war if you’ll let me.”

“And I’m supposed to just sit here and watch you die?!” Silverbolt demanded again.

“You’ll be busy enough”, said Csirac. “Something tells me this process won’t go unnoticed, so I need you to protect this chamber, or more specifically, protect me. Any disturbance will result in the loss of my Spark before it returns. Can you do that for me?” asked Csirac, who received no reply. “Consider it a chance to test out the new body”, he pressed, appealing to the warrior inside Silverbolt.

“Csirac, this is suicide”, said Silverbolt.

“The plan was always flawed. I can still get part of it to work though, and Time is no longer our luxury. Please, Silverbolt”, Csirac pleaded.

Silverbolt released his grip of the amplifier. “Do what you’ve got to do”, he said, sadly.

“I’ll be back soon”, said Csirac, engaging the amplifier. Silverbolt turned to face the doorway, drawing a large sword as he did. He leant on it, ready to tackle whatever and whoever tried to get into the chamber.

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(27)
[From Spotlight: Maximus]


Optimus Prime found himself on the frontline once again. Ion blaster in one hand, Energon Axe emanating from the other, Optimus was in close combat, shredding Predacons big and small. He locked his axe with the sword of an approaching Predacon, as a voice yelled from behind a pile of rubble that was once a building.

"Suck this, Prime!"

An Energon grenade landed at the feet of the two locked in combat. Prime disengaged and dove for cover as the grenade exploded, obliterating the Predacon. Prime was hurled away by the detonation and landed in a shattered mess of his own parts and those of others. He was heavily wounded.

The left side of his body had worn the brunt of the damage. His left leg in tatters, his left arm completely gone, and great chunks of metal torn from his chest and head. The only grace was that his blaster had landed within reach. He grasped its handle but didn't have the strength left to lift it.

A band of Predacons encroached, laughing as they saw the mess that was the Autobot leader.

"Watch him die, boys..." said one of them. "Nice and slow."

From behind where Optimus had landed, a voice yelled.

"PRIIIIIIIME!!!"

A small Maximal vehicle launched overhead, transformed mid-flight and landed between Optimus and the Predacon, unleashing a barrage of firepower at the Predacons. The Matrix pulsed within Prime's chest.

The small Maximal scattered the Predacons who had no cover out in the open, but then his weapons jammed. The Predacons returned fire. The Maximal turned, and seeing Prime's blaster, lifter the great barrel.

"Pull the trigger, Prime!" he yelled. The blaster unleashed blast after blast, killing the Predacons as they ran.

When they had gone, only then did the Maximal drop the barrel of the blaster, revealing heavy Energon burns to his arms and chest. He couldn't feel them. He turned to look at Prime and only really saw him for the first time. The damage was extensive.

"Medic!.. Medic!" he yelled to the shattered battlefield. No reply came. He tapped his comm.

"Command, Prime is down! Requesting medical assistance."

A voice crackled back. "This is Command. First Aid is making for your position."

The Maximal crouched down beside Prime to see if he could patch anything up himself.

"What's your name, Maximal?" asked Prime.

"Maxim, Sir", he replied, surveying the damage.

"It's no accident that we met, Maxim. The Will of Primus is-"

"Yeah, I bet", he cut across him. "Listen, we can talk beliefs later. Right now we've gotta get you out of here."

"Prime?" came a yell from a distance away.

Maxim stood at the top of the bunker.

"First Aid! Here!" he signalled.

The Protoectobot raced over and quickly began assessing the damage.

"Old friend", said Prime to First Aid.

"Not your best look, Optimus", he replied.

"Can you save him?" Maxim asked.

First Aid's expression was stern. "Not here. We have to get him to cover."

Maxim's comm broke in.

"Maxim, picking up a large Predacon movement inbound to your location."

"Open my chest", said Prime, attempting to move his arm.

"I think the Preds have done a good enough job of that already", replied Maxim with a smile. "Can you move him by yourself?" Maxim asked First Aid, as he collected his weapons and went about unjamming them.

"Perhaps. Where are you going?" First Aid replied.

"Incoming Preds. I'll go and meet them, give you time to get him out of here", said Maxim, his eyes scanning the surrounds as the blasters came back online.

"That's suicide", said First Aid, his expression sterner than ever.

Maxim looked at Optimus. "Not today."

Maxim made to move away but Prime caught his arm. "The Matrix..." began Prime.

Maxim looked straight into the optics of the great Autobot. "You hold onto it. It's the only thing keeping you alive."

Prime held his arm and looked straight back. "Take it", said Prime. Maxim held his gaze. "What was bestowed to me I bestow to you. Take it."

"I can't, Prime. I'm not worthy", said Maxim, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Neither was I." Prime released his grip on Maxim and opened the remaining intact panel on his chest. With one hand he removed the ancient artefact and passed it to the Maximal.

Everything was consumed in a white light.

"A new Age needs a new Prime", Optimus' voice echoed.

"Arise, Maximus Prime, and usher in the Peace."

A commlimk broke in.

"Maxim, report! Reading a massive energy discharge at your location."

As the light vanished and the world returned, Optimus and First Aid looked at the new Maximal.

"Everything... Is just Prime", said Maximus.

"I'm only borrowing it, Optimus. You'll have it back soon." He turned his head to address First Aid. "Get him out of here safely."

"Yes sir", said First Aid, who began to haul the form of Optimus back towards the Autobot line.

Maximus turned and looked towards the Predacon front. "Alright Maximus Prime - let's see what you can do!"
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Postby Verno » Wed Mar 14, 2012 6:20 pm

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[From Spotlight: Csirac]


The new body was incredible. Though now dwarfed by most of the enemy combatants, the body’s twin swords and wingtip-mounted launchers had proven themselves an ample armoury to cut down the Predacons who had tried to enter the chamber; aided in no small part by the sheer speed of the form. The shoulder-mounted jets could propel the form up to head height for an attack, and then swiftly carry the form around to avoid the counterblows. The bodies were beginning to pile up in the doorway.

As Silverbolt engaged a poorly designed Proto-sized Predacon, a burst of ions hammered into the amplifier. The Predacon was distracted by the spectacle and Silverbolt didn’t require a second invitation. He cut the Predacon down with ease, scattering limbs to all parts of the room.

Csirac had returned from his journey and was struggling to open the amplifier’s hatch. Silverbolt helped it up as Csirac tried to stand but fell to the floor. Silverbolt sat him up against the machine.

“They’re coming”, said Csirac, with pained smile.

“Who’s they?” asked Silverbolt.

“Friends”, said Csirac. “Soon.”

“We’re going to get you out of here”, said Silverbolt, moving to lift Csirac up, but a Decepticon-sized Pred thundered into the room. Silverbolt turned and engaged him with full force.

Csirac could feel his Spark fading, but had more to tell Silverbolt. He looked up to see a Proto-Pred enter the room, but Silverbolt had his back to the door, still battling the larger enemy. The small Pred ran up behind Silverbolt with an axe in both hands raised above his head ready to bring down on him, but suddenly felt his own skull disintegrate as a laser blast ripped through it. Silverbolt heard the noise just as he brought down the larger Predacon, and turned to find the source of the blast. There, at the foot of the amplifier, was Csirac, unsteadily holding a blaster, plucked from the hand of a dead Predacon. Csirac’s arm fell back to the floor, the blaster falling from his grasp.

Silverbolt stood there, stunned by Csirac’s actions. He sheathed his swords and went to Csirac’s side. “For a ‘bot that’s never picked up a blaster before, you’re not a bad shot. Thanks.”

“We’re even”, said Csirac, without looking up.

“No, that’s twice you’ve saved me now”, said Silverbolt. “If I’m to keep us even I’ve gotta get you out of here.”

“I said I wanted to die looking at the stars”, said Csirac. “I can see them. I can see her.”

“Csirac…” began Silverbolt, but he didn’t know what to say.

Csirac looked up and deep into Silverbolt’s optics. “After they come through, promise me you’ll destroy it.”

“I will”, said Silverbolt.

“A lot of good”, said Csirac, his Spark flickering.

“What?” asked Silverbolt, cradling Csirac’s body.

“The answer to your question - A lot of good.” With that, Csirac’s head dropped slowly to his chest and he went offline for the last time.

“Thank you, Csirac”, said Silverbolt, bowing his own head. “Be at One.”

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(29)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


The battle raged outside, but the two heaving Predacons remained steadfastly at their post – they were to guard the Sparks of Headstrong and Divebomb with their own; a task assigned to them by Razorclaw himself.

An odd tinkling sound began to echo down the corridor. A small robotic arachnoid walked towards them, then stopped at the feet of one of the hulking guards, who looked to his partner, received a shrug, so he stomped on it, crushing the tiny creature under his enormous foot. He smirked to himself.

Suddenly the same tinkling sound began to emanate down the corridor towards them again, but much louder. The guards raised their weapons as 50 or more of the spider-like creatures marched towards them. The second guard fired, but the robots evaded his shot, and increased their pace in response. The guards opened fire, killing some but more appeared.

When close enough, the spiders leapt up onto the guards and electrified them. Smashed off at first, the spiders soon overwhelm the guards because of their sheer number. The guards fall to the ground as the electrocution increases with each additional attacker.

A slender purple figure walked casually down the corridor, and seeing the guards, chuckles to himself.

“Oh, how unfortunate for such a door to be left unattended. Who knows what damage could be done if one were to enter”, said Taranachus to the incapacitated guards, then began to assess the doors’ control panel. Within moments, the doors flew open, and he entered the chamber, cackling. “Unfortunate, indeed…”, he said, disappearing into the darkness.

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(30)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Ions began to hammer into the amplifier once again, and two bursts rocketed down, following separate conduits before each slamming into a pod.

The two figures stepped from their respective receptacles and were greeted by a huge figure, grinning menacingly down at them. The two new Maximals instinctively drew their weapons.

*Shha-shunk*

The expression on the face of the large Predacon warped into one of confused pain, as he began to topple forward - dead before his hulking form hit the ground, throwing up a plum of dust into the air.

There, crouched on the back of the hulking mass, with his two swords plunged up to the handles in the dead Predacon, was Silverbolt. He stood up, drawing out his swords as he did so, each dripping with mech-fluid. He stared through the resettling dust at the two forms before him.

"Bolt?" asked a large (by Maximal standards) grey and red 'bot.

"Ironhide?!" replied Silverbolt, sheathing his swords and stepping off the Predacon to greet his old friend. "Haha! By Primus it's good to see you!" he said, shaking the new Maximal's hand.

"Most impressive", said the other Maximal, studying his form.

"Prowl?" asked Silverbolt.

"It's nice to see you too, Silverbolt", replied Prowl, shaking his hand warmly.

*Boooooom*

An explosion shook the Predacon complex, cracking the walls and bringing down some of the ceiling.

"I've missed that sound", said Ironhide, grinning.

"The war continues?" asked Prowl.

"Yeah", said Silverbolt, sadly. "Some things don't change."

Prowl shook his head. "I'd say things have changed quite a lot since we left", he said, taking in the surrounds, his optics falling onto the amplifier and the small robot at the foot of it.

Silverbolt followed Prowl's gaze. "His name was Csirac. He brought you back to help end the war. Let's not let his sacrifice be for nothing."

Subsequent explosions shook the facility again, the roof began to cave in, and pieces fell around the amplifier and Csirac’s body.

"Just point me at them", said Ironhide, lifting his two large cannons.

"My sentiments exactly", said Prowl, arming his own weapon.

Silverbolt brought his gaze back to his old allies. "They can wait", he said in reference to their armaments. "There's something I want to try first. MAXIMIZE!"

The three figures began to transform and combine into the immense gestalt for the first time.

"Incredible!" said Prowl, now sharing the consciousness of his two fellow Maximals.

"That’s something else", said Ironhide.

"Welcome back, Maximals", said Silverbolt. The combiner's right arm reached over the missile-clad shoulder and drew out a great sword. "Let's go shred some Pred!"

"That's got a nice ring to it", said Ironhide, commanding the legs of the form to power out the door and into the battle.
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Postby Verno » Fri Mar 16, 2012 12:19 am

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[From Spotlight: Csirac]


“They’re drawing us away from the Xelor”, came the voice of Scuttle through the comm.

“Dammit, he’s right”, said Spiral, looking out the cockpit’s side window. “Break off pursuit and reform.”

“We’ve got some freaky business going on out here, Spiral”, said a voice on the comm. “Sector 043.”

A purple ribbon of unknown origin was stretching from the surface of Cybertron up into Space, towards where the Xelor had first disappeared.

“By Primus! Is it friendly?” asked Primal, stealing a quick peek at the phenomena.

“I don’t want to find out the hard way”, said Spiral. “Steer clear, Maximals.”

“Single fighter, emerging from the atmosphere!”, came a worried voice.

Inside the Predacon fighter, the figure spoke to itself in a deep, calm voice. “I have target lock. Terminator, firing.”

“Single missile inbound!” yelled Scuttle on the comm.

“I can get there!” replied Primal, whose engines were burning flat-out to try and intercept. “I can… get… there…”

*Boom*

Primal’s ship collided with the missile, saving the Xelor.

“Primal!” yelled Rhinox, who had both the best and worst view of the whole thing. “Alright you damn piece of slag, let’s get you back online”, Rhinox said to the ship.

Back inside the Predacon ship, the figure smiled. “Maximal ship intercepted my missile. Scratch one for Terminator. Coming back around for another attack.”

Scuttle had left his comm. channel open. “I can’t shake him, I can’t… Aaarrghhh…” came his cries as his ship erupted in a ball of momentary flame.

“Dammit, they’re picking us off like flies”, said Spiral. His computer gave a warning. *Enemy Lock* “Great”, he said as he pulled on the stick, attempting to break lock. “Can anyone cover me? Anyone?”

“Look who’s back…” said a familiar voice over the communicator.

“Wha…? Primal?” said Spiral, jerking his head around to try and get a visual.

“And feeling Prime!”

*Boom*

The Predacon ship that had been tailing Spiral was blown to pieces, as another Predacon ship flew through the smoke. There, sitting in its cockpit, whose windscreen was shattered, was Primal, alive and well.

“How in the Pit..?” began Spiral, pulling alongside Primal’s new ship.

“Later”, said Primal. “Let’s give these Preds something else to think about!”

“Roger that”, said Spiral, taking the lead. “Form up on my wing.”

The two ships re-entered the fray. Somehow the Xelor was still in one piece.

“Primal to the Xelor. Rhinox, if you’re there, we’ve bought you some time, but we won’t last much longer, so whenever you’re ready, kick it!”

In the cockpit of the Xelor, Rhinox was busily trying to do whatever he could to get the ship back online. “Damn it”, he said as the controls sparked. “Would you just work!” he yelled, and smashed the control panel with his fists. Suddenly the ship roared back to life. He didn’t know how long it would last so he quickly re-entered the information into the on board computer. “Xelor to whoever is left. Ship is back online. Engaging TransWarp Drive in 4… 3… 2… 1… Now!” A rippled window in Space opened up and engulfed the ship.

*5 minutes earlier*

“They’re drawing us away from the Xelor”, came the voice of Scuttle through the comm.

“Dammit, he’s right”, said Spiral, looking out the cockpit’s side window. “Break off pursuit and reform.”

“We’ve got some freaky business going on out here, Spiral”, said a voice on the comm. “Sector 043.”

A purple ribbon of unknown origin was stretching from the surface of Cybertron up into Space, towards where the Xelor had first disappeared.

“By Primus! Is it friendly?” asked Primal, stealing a quick peek at the phenomena.

“I don’t want to find out the hard way”, said Spiral. “Steer clear, Maximals.”

“Single fighter, emerging from the atmosphere!”, came a worried voice.

Inside the Predacon fighter, the figure spoke to itself in a deep, calm voice. “I have target lock. Terminator, firing.”

“Single missile inbound!” yelled Scuttle on the comm.
“I can get there!” replied Primal, whose engines were burning flat-out to try and intercept. “I can… get… there…”

*Boom*

Primal’s ship collided with the missile, saving the Xelor.

“Primal!” yelled Rhinox, who had both the best and worst view of the whole thing.

Back inside the Predacon ship, the figure smiled. “Maximal ship intercepted my missile. Scratch one for Terminator. Coming back around for another attack.” As he turned the ship, something collided with the windscreen of the ship, lodging itself there. The debris, which seemed to be a Maximal, turned its head to look in.

“Permission to come aboard”, said Primal, with a smile, before drawing a sword from out of his back.

Scuttle had left his comm. channel open. “I can’t shake him, I can’t… Aaarrghhh…” came his cries as his ship erupted in a ball of momentary flame.

“Dammit, they’re picking us off like flies”, said Spiral. His computer gave a warning. *Enemy Lock* “Great”, he said as he pulled on the stick, attempting to break lock. “Can anyone cover me? Anyone?”

“Look who’s back…” said a familiar voice over the communicator.

“Wha…? Primal?” said Spiral, jerking his head around to try and get a visual.

“And feeling Prime!”

*Boom*

The Predacon ship that had been tailing Spiral was blown to pieces, as another Predacon ship flew through the smoke. There, sitting in its cockpit, whose windscreen was shattered, was Primal, alive and well.

“How in the Pit..?” began Spiral, pulling alongside Primal’s new ship.

“Later”, said Primal. “Let’s give these Preds something else to – Whoa!”

A temporal anomaly opened up directly in front of Primal and Spiral’s ships. They turned sharply to avoid it.

“Xelor to the Xelor. Give the panel a good talking to. Worked for me.”

A thud was heard over the comm. “That seems to have got it. See you on the other side. Engaging TransWarp Drive in 4… 3… 2… 1… Now!” A rippled window in Space opened up and engulfed the ship.

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(32)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


Surrender.

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(34?)
[From Spotlight: Csirac]


A contingent of Maximal security forces accompany a group of allied analysts into the Predacon bunker, followed by the forms of Ironhide, Silverbolt, Prowl and, to his own surprise, Rhinox.

“You won’t find me in a cockpit again anytime soon”, said Rhinox as he entered the ruins of the chamber. “I wasn’t built for flying.”

“I know the feeling”, said Ironhide, as he left to help some other Maximals remove debris.

Rhinox looked around the dilapidated room. “Is he still here?”

“No”, said Silverbolt. “I had his body moved to the temporary Mausoleum.”

“He is most deserving of a statue”, said Prowl, also removing debris, “but the full details of what he did, and how, must remain secret.”

“We’re told you worked closely with him on the TransWarp technology. Therefore you have the best chance of understanding his work here”, said Silverbolt, who nodded to an Autobot who brought forth the amplifier. Rhinox began to study it.

“I promised Csirac I’d destroy it – a task I now pass to you”, said Silverbolt. “Pull it apart, melt down its components. But in doing so, I want you to figure out how it works.”

Rhinox looked up from the device to Silverbolt. “No offence, but I don’t think that’s exactly what he meant”, said Rhinox.

A Maximal analyst was scanning the room and came to a large pile of rubble. His equipment started to beep. “Sir, I’m detecting a large Predacon energy sig-“

An immense form erupted from the pile of rubble, sending the small Maximal flying. Magmatron had somehow survived the Spark Transfer process, and announced his return with an enormous scream.

“RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!”

Hic circuitry burning and unsure where he was, his optics fell to those in the room, all of which his sensors detected as Maximal.

“Predacon, stand down!” ordered Prowl. Ironhide, with weapons drawn, stepped in front to protect his fellow Maximals.

Magmatron was outnumbered, which left only one option: fight!

“The Predacon Generals have signed an official notice of surrender!” shouted Silverbolt.

Magmatron smashed Ironhide aside with one swipe.

Everyone watched Ironhide crash into the wall. Prowl gave him one last warning. “Any further actions will be in direct violation of the ceasefire! Stand down!”

Magmatron’s processors were still whirring, his Spark still in incredible pain. He didn’t know who these ‘bots were but they wouldn’t stand in his way. He drew out an enormous sword and made to engage the remaining Maximals. He took one step forward, but suddenly began to take heavy fire. His optics couldn’t focus on the attacker, and the sound of the weapons-fire was echoing around the room, disorientating his sensors. Unable to protect himself, he lashed out wildly, but the damaged began to toll on his body and he fell back to the ground in a smoking heap.

Maximal security troops surrounded him with weapons drawn, but it had not been them that had fired. All optics looked for the source of the torrential gunfire.

There, with a large, smoking Chain gun in each hand, was Rhinox, who had a look of surprise on his face, which gave way to a cheeky smile. “Not too shabby.”
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Postby Verno » Fri Mar 16, 2012 12:21 am

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[From Spotlight: Ravage]


“A job well done.”

Ravage sat opposite three old foes, miraculously returned from the dead.

“From the reports we’ve received, Razorclaw was very heavily guarded, but you somehow found a way to cut him down”, said Silverbolt. “You’ve done us a great service.”

Ravage sat in silence. He didn’t know who had slain Razorclaw, but if they believed him to be the assassin, then he wouldn’t tell them otherwise.

“You held up your end of the bargain - helping bring an end to the War”, said Ironhide, with coldness in his voice. “You were promised your freedom, and as much as I’d like to renege on the deal…” he continued, glancing to the two beside him for confirmation. He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“All participation in the War is pardoned”, finished Prowl.

Silence returned to the chamber.

Ravage slowly stood up, received no sign of protest from the three behind the desk, turned and walked from the chamber.

A cold voiced called after him.

“Enjoy the peace, Predacon.”

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(36?)
[From Spotlight: Ravage]


“Magmatron isn’t dead”, began Rampant, and Ravage’s optics widened. “He was carried from the battlefield, heavily wounded, so we can understand your, assumption, that your blaster fire had been lethal. But the fact remains that he survived, and has now acquired an improved form in the process”, Rampant stated, unsuccessfully hiding his frustration.

“However”, Seethe cut in, for which Ravage was relieved, “his temporary incapacitation served its purpose - we, the Tripredacus Council, are now the recognised leaders of the Predacon faction, and it is due in no small part to your actions.” Ravage remained silent.

“You have valuable skills, Ravage. We may be in use of them again in the future, so we have a proposal”, said Cinder, speaking for the first time. “We have signed a temporary armistice with the Autobots and Maximals. A full Peace accord is being drawn up as we speak - the contents of which will be unpleasant for we Predacons”, he continued. “We will have to forfeit many rights and forgo a number of privileges, but given the alternative now that they are capable of traversing Time, a continued existence is a favoured outcome”.

“But we refuse to capitulate in entirety. Our day to rise up once again will come, and when it does, it will be clean and swift”, said Rampant.

“But until then, we have much to achieve: quietly, and without raising suspicion - a talent you’ve proven to possess”, said Cinder.

“We can offer you pursuits that would satisfy a warrior such as yourself, and in return for your service, we will grant you much, starting with a technologically improved form, one much more fitting to your new role as our Agent”, said Seethe, studying the great black form before them in the Chamber.

“Victory will be ours, in time”, said Cinder. “So what do you say?”

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(37?)
[From Spotlight: Ravage]


Ravage opened his eyes and stepped from the machine, on two legs - a very different experience.

“Welcome, Agent Ravage”, said a purple Predacon. “Welcome indeed, tehehehehe…”

Ravage studied his new form as the purple Predacon, still cackling, left the chamber. The form was stronger, yet still as agile as his old one, well-armed, too. But its greatest feature, cloaking technology, required immediate testing Ravage felt.

The body carried Predacon badges, and was made from stolen Maximal technology (with a few tweaks), but he was neither. As he disappeared into nothingness, a smile crossed his panther-like face - “Decepticons Forever…”
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Postby Verno » Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:24 pm

Well that's the story, I hope you made it to the end, I understand it's quite epic.

If any artists reading the topic are still here, I tried to make the story as visual as possible, although I realise it's quite dialogue based, but if any artists are inspired to draw any of the scenes or characters from the story, then I'd love to see them!

Again, I hope you enjoyed the story. It's been a labour of love of mine since 2007.
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