Post by BigBot on Nov 9, 2004 23:46:29 GMT -5
In a far off galaxy, a destructive presences rests at peace for the moment.
A large fleet of ships and war-crafts fill the space around a system of planets. Many of them remain motionless while others cruise around or orbit the planets in which make up this part of the cosmos. And on each hull of every single ship, a Destructicon insignia warns any and all who pass by of impending death.
Inside the command ship, a meeting goes on. One of malice between to warlords.
"How dare you presume leadership over the Destructicon Empire! You pompous throw back... Know this Thunderwing, I care not for your forces nor do I recognize you as a equal, or as a true decepticon. The Empire sees that Armada has now gone the way of Megatron, Galvatron and those relic leaders of the past, and that it is now I who am in command."
A screen floating before the massive decepticon commander known as Armega. After Armada's death, he took charge of the Destructicons in a short, but fierce, show of power. Baring some resemblance to Galvatron, only larger in size. He stood in a circle of his generals as he spoke to Thunderwing's holographic image produced by the frame of the screen.
Thunderwing, only his upper visible, sat during the conversation. The only evidence of any emotion was the smile he seemed to fight back. "Then the empire is ran by a fool with a death wish. Your great army could not take Cybertron then and now. Its best, even this Armada himself, couldn't even stand up against a band of freedom fighters. I don't know if I should feel amused or insulted by your lack of respect for my might."
"You have nothing Thunderwing." Armega was about to begin again. "You have only..."
Thunderwing then shoved something in to plain view of the screen. Attached to a chain, two objects shawn brightly in the middle of there sphere like shape. One glowed a blue light, the other a dark purple. The autobot and decepticon matrix's.
Armega's optics beamed at the screen while his generals spoke out amongst themselves. Thunderwing then tilted his head and altered his expression to that of mockery, without taking his eyes off of Armega. "I'll let you collect your thoughts and the silence of your council...."
"SILENCE!"
All the generals were quiet again before Thunderwing continued. "As you were saying, I have nothing? No, it is I who have everything within my grasp. Cybertron, the power of both the autobots and the decepticons and very soon you and your fleet. All the planets that Armada's forces have conquered belong to me. Anything that stands in my way, is simply... removed."
Thunderwing then pulled the two artifacts of power away from view and pressed his face closer to the screen. "If you know your history, then you know who I am and that I'm well capable of using the power that rests at my finger tips. Heh!"
Armega began to grow furious, and the fact that he could here the sound of stifled laughter on Thunderwing's side of the transmission. The massive destructicon walked towards the image. "I will see you in oblivion before I bow to you.... Your actions have been sighted and noted as a act of war. You, your minions and Cybertron will fall before this fleet."
Thunderwing was getting quiet amused. "Excellent, that means your on your way. I shall reserve a spot for you right next to where Armada now rests!"
Armega then resisted no more and swung a fist through the screen, causing the image to disappear as his fist ripped the frame into two pieces, causing it to fall apart on the floor. The commander would then prepare his fleet for the long journey home.
A large fleet of ships and war-crafts fill the space around a system of planets. Many of them remain motionless while others cruise around or orbit the planets in which make up this part of the cosmos. And on each hull of every single ship, a Destructicon insignia warns any and all who pass by of impending death.
Inside the command ship, a meeting goes on. One of malice between to warlords.
"How dare you presume leadership over the Destructicon Empire! You pompous throw back... Know this Thunderwing, I care not for your forces nor do I recognize you as a equal, or as a true decepticon. The Empire sees that Armada has now gone the way of Megatron, Galvatron and those relic leaders of the past, and that it is now I who am in command."
A screen floating before the massive decepticon commander known as Armega. After Armada's death, he took charge of the Destructicons in a short, but fierce, show of power. Baring some resemblance to Galvatron, only larger in size. He stood in a circle of his generals as he spoke to Thunderwing's holographic image produced by the frame of the screen.
Thunderwing, only his upper visible, sat during the conversation. The only evidence of any emotion was the smile he seemed to fight back. "Then the empire is ran by a fool with a death wish. Your great army could not take Cybertron then and now. Its best, even this Armada himself, couldn't even stand up against a band of freedom fighters. I don't know if I should feel amused or insulted by your lack of respect for my might."
"You have nothing Thunderwing." Armega was about to begin again. "You have only..."
Thunderwing then shoved something in to plain view of the screen. Attached to a chain, two objects shawn brightly in the middle of there sphere like shape. One glowed a blue light, the other a dark purple. The autobot and decepticon matrix's.
Armega's optics beamed at the screen while his generals spoke out amongst themselves. Thunderwing then tilted his head and altered his expression to that of mockery, without taking his eyes off of Armega. "I'll let you collect your thoughts and the silence of your council...."
"SILENCE!"
All the generals were quiet again before Thunderwing continued. "As you were saying, I have nothing? No, it is I who have everything within my grasp. Cybertron, the power of both the autobots and the decepticons and very soon you and your fleet. All the planets that Armada's forces have conquered belong to me. Anything that stands in my way, is simply... removed."
Thunderwing then pulled the two artifacts of power away from view and pressed his face closer to the screen. "If you know your history, then you know who I am and that I'm well capable of using the power that rests at my finger tips. Heh!"
Armega began to grow furious, and the fact that he could here the sound of stifled laughter on Thunderwing's side of the transmission. The massive destructicon walked towards the image. "I will see you in oblivion before I bow to you.... Your actions have been sighted and noted as a act of war. You, your minions and Cybertron will fall before this fleet."
Thunderwing was getting quiet amused. "Excellent, that means your on your way. I shall reserve a spot for you right next to where Armada now rests!"
Armega then resisted no more and swung a fist through the screen, causing the image to disappear as his fist ripped the frame into two pieces, causing it to fall apart on the floor. The commander would then prepare his fleet for the long journey home.