BigBot
RETIRED Guardian Of TTF
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Post by BigBot on Nov 9, 2004 23:40:20 GMT -5
Many millions of years ago, on the planet Cybertron, life existed, but not life as we know it today....
THE TRANSFORMERS SPARKS OF DARKNESS EPISODE 7 BATTLECRY [/size]
One year has pa$$ed since the fall of the Renegades, the Autobots and the Destructicons at the hands of Thunderwing. Since then he was taken over Cybertron and began work on a super soldier aswell as a ma$$ive fleet, bent on conquering the universe. All this made possible by the power of the Autobot Matrix and the Dark Decepticon Matrix of Evil.
However, even though Thunderwing processes the ability to use the two Matrix's, he is in danger of losing control of them and falling victim to their will. This has not deterred his vision of total conquest. Instead he seeks the next most powerful source of Matrix energy known to Cybertron; Vector Sigma. Like Megatron millions of years before him, he plans on turning the planet into a war world under his command.
Cybertron is now a waste land, full of refugees fending for themselves against decepticons, the walking dead and try to find energy to keep living. Many of the population have been turned into slaves for Thunderwing's doing, leaving them wanting for a new group of champions to save their world. [/center]
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BigBot
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Post by BigBot on Nov 10, 2004 0:31:04 GMT -5
Prologue...
Far below Cybertron's surface in a deep, cavernous area, large enough to house a space cruiser, many Cybertronians walk the tunnels of this forgotten hell hole. In chains or shackles and escorted by guards they are hurt, wounded, weak and in desprite need of energon. And their captors show little to no mercy as they guide them by force to their cells.
One of the guards, armed with a whip he's not afraid to use, watches as the prisoners walk by and lashes out at the pa$$ing slaves to keep them inline. "Come on! Get the lead out and move it weaklings! Pathetic slaves, your lack of strength is a show of disrespect to The Order!"
The Order. The religious cult devoted to the dark god known as Unicron. They believed that one day, and very soon, that the Chaos Bringer would rise again. Their leader Caliban spoke of the return of Unicron and the coming of his new heralds, wiping out all that would stand in Unicron's way. So far the prophecy was coming true.
As much as the Order were trying to break down the spirit of these slaves, not everyone fell into despair.
A young femmebot fell over as she walked, too weak to keep up. The guard with the whip got angry as he saw it happen, however so did an old pair of optics. Before the guard could punish her, she was picked up off the ground by a hooded stranger. "So sorry, this one is with me. It won't happen again."
"Nnnn, it better not old timer."
"Forgive us, now come along young one and don't disrespect the masters again!"
The old mech and femmebot got some distance away before stopping for a moment. "You must be careful young one, there are too many of you here for me to help all the time. Now, go on and find your clan. My Primus guide and protect."
The femmebot thanked the old one before running off. The mech's old cloak was pulled over his face, he tugged it tighter and held it tight around his torso with the other hand as he made his way through the slaves again. As he made his way to his cell, again he heard another commotion. A group of young mechs were being beat on by a squad of guards seeking a good time. As the attack continued, the old mech walked up to the squabble. Many knew him as there protector inside the prison, he was one of the few that had been a prisioner for millions of years. He had remained patience over time as he tried to look for a way out, but his patience was wearing thin, growing tired of all the abuse. Especially now as more and more innocent lives were taken captive and ruined by The Order. Today he would have no more of it.
The guards had the young mechs surrounded in a circle when the old mech came up. He stood behind one guard, tapped him on the shoulder, then delivered a punch to the face of the guard as he had turned around. The other guards, surprized, ran to engage the hooded stranger, only to be kicked and punch away. Then the cloak the old mech was wearing was pulled off to reveal a secret he had kept for the entire time he was down here.
"Look! He's an autobot!" One of the guards said.
More guards came, this time carrying laser rifles. The old autobot was ready to flght but he was weaponless and outnumbered. It would be his last fight. "I have been down here too long to tolerate anymore of this. If this is my last fight, then let it be my best and one you won't soon forget. Now come on, I haven't got all day."
The tension was ready to ignite. And it did. In the form of any explosion and wall to the right of the entrance exploded, throwing a group of guards into the air. Soon laser fire cut through the smoke and fire, knocking down guard after guard. A tall, imposing figure stepped through and didn't stop his a$$ault.
The Autobot saw that they he no longer the center of attention. He then quickly grabbed up a firearm that was dropped and began to shoot his way out, calling to the slaves to follow him to safety. Then the tall robot came close into his view. "You!" Said the old autobot. "Aren't you suppose to be dead?"
"And so will you if you don't get the lead out soldier, now move!"
The chaos covered there escape. The two mechs ran out leading a group of slaves out to freedom. Soon they reached the surface and the night swallowed them up and they were gone.
The only thing they left behind was the echo of a defiant battlecry.... "WRECK AND RULE!"
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