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Post by latyrx7 on Aug 12, 2003 8:26:32 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,000]As Death's Head begins to recieve the drones as they dock at the airlock, L7 comes out from around the corner. Death's Head sees the Renegade as he makes his appearence and open fires. L7's blaster is hit and blows up. Weaponless, Latyrx7 transforms and drives towards the bounty hunter is a desprite attempt of attack.
Death's Head is rammed in the lower torso area and thrown backwards out the door. He catches on to the frame of the door before falling out. L7 transforms and is about to kick him out when Death's Head's hand rips off from the virus eating away at it. He falls out of sight and only his yell of definants is heard and he is pulled back towards the planet.
The ship twists and turns away from the battle, leaving Singertron outnumbered by Aqualec and Trailbreaker's ship the Renegade. Singertron is badly wounded and turns to try and escape before being totally destroyed. Trailbreaker then turns his attention to the Dreadnaught, the ship belonging to Death's Head with Maximus, L7 and Armada still on it. He contacts Aqualec and the two ships make for space.
The Dreadnaught is far above Cybertron's orbit, the new moon is close by while the Nemisis is far away in the distance, too far to assist the Dreadnaught.
Jinx. Skystreaker and Essential are finally able to link in to the Renegade's cameras and see everything they see from the Renegade Fortress. They also keep as watch on the planet. Many Cybertronian's have died. New Iacon is a waste land with no survivers, they can only hope it isn't too late for the rest of the planet. Hoist and Perceptor have given up hope for the patiences in the med room. All they can do is try and make it less painful for those who lies dieing. Hoist, losing his temper smashes a chunk out of the wall as he watches the innocent lives infront of him slip away. Perceptor clams him down and the two continue on there work.
Maximus and Armada continue to trash about. Maximus is being broken down bit by bit by the much stronger Armada. The virus eats away at both of them but it hits maximus the worse, being he isn't as strong as Armada and since the virus has been in his body much longer.
Armada knows this as well. He can see his enemy grow weaker. He also notices that his fighting skills have infact grown but it still isn't enough to stop the Destructicon Leader. Armada then raises his arm canon and fires, blowing up a large portion out of Maximus's side. Another blast misses as Maximus ducks down but, it manages to electrifie the entire console room.
Maximus falls. Armada steps up and places a foot atop of Maximus head and raises his canon ready to deliever the killing blow. "Such heroic nonsence."
Then unexpectedly, Maximus' Minicons Airassault and Tankor leap off the Renegade Leader and on to Armada, giving Maximus a few precious seconds. Armada is onky annoyed but his aim is thrown off and his canon punches a hole in to the floor. Maximus rises and leans against the wall as L7 enters the room carrying the two canisters of the cure under one arm.
L7 runs over to Maximus and grabs him, leaning his body against his. The two leave the room as Maximus is dragged away. "L7, we can't leave my Minicons."
"As your doctor and second in command, cough, I advise against such rash actions. Airassault and Tankor know what theye were getting in to when they signed up." L7 continues to move with the Renegade Commander.
Airassault and Tankor are extremely out classed by the might of Armada, only there small size helps them to escape being trashed by Armada. Finally they have no chocie but to run. Armada throws them to the ground for a final time and the Minicons transform and make there way out of the bridge. Armada follows, body steaming from heat, fuel and energon leaking out from damaged areas, and hunched over, weak from the sickness killing his body.[/glow]
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Post by latyrx7 on Aug 12, 2003 9:24:03 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,000]Maximus knows it useless to try and fight Armada. And even if they escape it will only be a waste of time trying to contend with Armada with the sick and dieing on Cybertron. And the cure could be destroyed in the process. In order to save a planet's people from destruction of mad men, a scarifice had to be made.
Maximus stopped L7. "Go...go towards the main engine room Latyrx..."
"The engine room? But the airlock is...."
"NOW!" Maximus yelled. L7 didn't understand yet but no matter, all he needed his liutenet to carry out his final request. The two made there way towards the engine room. The ship was buckling under pressure. The damage in the bridge was tearing the ship apart as in spun out of control.
Each step Armada took seemed to burn the floor away like acid. Energon leaked from his mouth as the crazed Destructicon made his way through the corridors of the ship looking for the Renegades. "Maximus...! I'm coming for you Maximus! And when I find you I'm going to rip your spark out and watch turn to dust before my optics!"
Trailbreaker continued after the Destructicon ship the Dreadnaught. All the Renegades inside the Renegade and Aqualec were losing patience while the ship they chased flew faster and further away from them. Some of the Renegades who had contracted the Virus began to feel weak and could barely stand. They all felt helpless and could only watch as they last hope flew away.
Just outside the of the Renegade, attached to it hull was the Minicon that belonged to L7, Cybercon. He had fallen out of the airlock of the Dreadnaught and caught on to the Renegade to keep up with the chase. He wasn't able to get inside but was fine where he was. he just hoped L7 was ok.
Finally Maximus and L7 reached the engine room. There Maximus let go of L7 and spoke. "Towards the back...there should be a way out...every standard engine room of a star ship has one for maintence."
With a look of relief L7 spirits rose. "Then were in the clear. Come on Max lets go."
L7 grabbed Maximus arm but the larger Renegade wouldn't move. Maximus put both hands on top of L7's shoulders. "I will not be joining you my friend." L7 face took on an expression of horror at the sound of the words, before he could counter Maximus went on. "Armada will stop at nothing to get his hands on the cure to preserve himself. We must not let that happen. The Renegades and the people of Cybertron need that cure, and I must make sure Armada doesn't get his hands on it first."
L7 protested. "No Max! We need you, we need a leader, the poeple of Cybertron need the last of the Generals to see us through the darkness."
"That is where you come in my old friend. You may not think you up to the task at hand, but I need you to safe guard the planet, the Renegades will listen to you. You must lead the Convoy now." Maximus then began to open his chest.
"Maximus, I'm unfit for the Matrix." L7 couldn't believe what was happening. His old friend, leader and mentor was about to throw his life away. he knew what Maximus was saying was right, L7's medic circiuts were screaming that he begin to work on the sick Cybertronians who remained across the planet. But Maximus was needed to lead the people to a bright day. The same events were beginning to unfold, as Optimus Prime died infront of the Renegades, and the Matrix was passed on to Maximus as it breathed new life in to the Autobots who stood around, making them the Renegades they were today.
As his hands moved to the center of his chest, Maximus let out a small cry of pain and fell to one knee. "It...it is up to the Matrix to choose L7....you must take it..protect it...remember, new life comes from it...life can only be presevered by it...while the Matrix is intact...every Cybertronian lives within its glow..."
Another shockwave ripped through the ship and it began to shake. It was almost to send anyone inside off balence. L7 contined to try and help Maximus to his feet, just as Airassaulkt and Tankor came in. "Armada is right behind us!"
"Correction. I'm over here."
A bright purple light flashed inside the room from behind L7 and Maximus. Caught off guard L7 was thrown across the room dropping both canisters of the cure. Armada held Maximus by punching a hole in his chest. The Renegade Leader seemd to be knocked out. Armada began to laugh. "Victory is mine! Foolish Renegade, did you really hope to defeat me?"
Armada spotted the canisters. "Aaaah, a gift for me no doubt. How shall I pay you back. Armada looked at the row of engines then threw Maximus directly in to the closest one. L7 optics shot wide open and couldn't believe what he was seeing. "NO!"
Maximus body disappeared in a explosion of the ruptured engine. The ship shook violently from the explosion. Maximus was no where to be seen along with his Minicons.
L7 layed helpless on the floor. He knew he couldn't fight Armada. He crawled across the ground towards where he hoped the back door was. Armada followed him and laughed. "Its pointless Renegade. Let me end your exisistence for you."
In a last ditch effort, L7 transformed in to car mode and raced away. Armada tried to blast the Renegade with his optical blasts but L7 managed to dodge the deadly rays. he turned around to avoid being hit when infront of him he saw the canisters. he raced to grab them. Armada saw what the Renegade was up to and ran at him. he two landed on top of the canisters, each one held one but Armada then grabbed L7 and began to crush his throat. "Why fight it? Why go on? I've conquered whole galaxys before you recieved your first format. I am your superior. Release you grip of the canister now Latyrx7."
It was no use. L7 couldn't fight back. He was fading in to blackness, Armada was crushing his neck and shutting him down. As he began to lose his vision, L7 thought he saw a light before him. Was he dead and on his way to the afterlife? he though so until that light came to bear on Armada, with huge arms that wrapped around the Destructicon Leader, forcing him to drop L7. It was Maximus.
L7 fell back and looked up to see Maximus still functional. He could see he was badly damaged and his face ravaged, torn apart from the explosion. Maximus strained to speak. "Go L7...the people of Cybertron need that cure."
Armada tried to thrwo Maximus off of him but the Renegade held on. the light from the Matrxi could be seem shinning from Maximus' chest. There was no way to get it to L7 now. Armada yelled and cursed as he moved side to side. L7 took the reamining canister and ran toward the back of the ship.
Armada yelled. "You can't win! The Destructicons shall rule and you won't live to see it!"
Maximus planeted his feet in to the floor, took the last bit of strenght from Airassault and Tankor as they were reattached to him and raised Armada in to the air with his arms still around him. "Niether will you. No one but Latyrx shall leave....this....ship!"
Maximus then ran ahead towards the engines. With Armada's body infront of his he ra in to and through the engines cuting each one in half. They were followed by explosion after explosion, fire broke out in the engine room consuming it. Armada's and Maximus' bodys were being torn apart by the detrustion, Armada lost one of his arms and his face was half melted. Maximus felt one of his Minicons fall off him but he pressed his final attack on.
Then, the last and most important part of the engine room was infront of there path. The power core. Maximus saw it up ahead but didn't stop his run.[/glow]
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Post by latyrx7 on Aug 12, 2003 10:02:09 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,000]L7 dragged himself up to the hatch way leading to the engine room of the airlock. He still had the canister on him. He quickly activated the door to open, and then a mighty explosion came up from behind him and through the corridor he just ran through.
The pursuing Renegades had watched the ship fly out of control but were unable to catch up. Then they witinessed the explosion engulf the ship, blowing it in to a million pieces, vanishing in mere moments.
They were hit by shock. They couldn't believe what they just saw. Back at the Renegade Fortress, they had watched on the video link. Jinx understood what had just happened and tears began to form in her optics, but she fought it back. The medic bay had watched aswell. Perceptor had made sure that none of the patiences ahd watched just incase of something like this happening. Hoist watched in horror. He couldn't believe it. L7 and Maximus gone. He wanted to punch the wall again, but instead he looked down at the sick refugees. He felt there pain and felt helpless as his efforts couldn't sace them. He sat beside one of the younger ones with a hand on his shoulder trying to make him feel better. "Its ok. It will soon be over."
Perceptor and Hoist knew if they couldn't get the cure, it would be a painful death. So they had rigged up every pateince to be ejected with a serrum that would knock them out and let them pass away peaceful. Perceptor began the process...
Trailbreaker had been to distrot to turn away. They continued on towards the explosion but slowed down. "Its over Fellas. We've lost. Let turn back to base."
"NO!" A small sounding voice shot through the radio transmitter, then a small jet zoomed across the front viewer towards the fire in the sky. It was Cybercon leaping off the ship. "I can still read him. He's not gone!"
All the Renegade were confused until they realized Cybercon meant L7. Cybercon was seen racing towards the space between where the ship had been and Cybertron. Trialbreaker and Aqualec both followed after him. Cybercon dodge the flying debrie until just a few yards away he saw L7. Unconious and falling towards Cybertron. He still had the canister under his arm.
Cybercon turned on the speed and flew just a few feet behind L7. "Damnit L7 wake up!"
The Renegades at the Fortress began to get excited as the new picture came in. Jinx saw the stranger who she had just met was still alive. Hoist and Perceptor noticed as well on the Med bay viewers and stopped what they were doing.
Trailbreaker turned the speed on. Cybertron was coming up close. Trailbreaker or Aqualec wouldn't make it and pull out. It was all up to Cybercon.
The minicon was low in rocket fuel. So in one final attempt, he gave it all he got, sent the last bit of energy to his boosters and shot towards L7 anmd attached himself to the Renegade. L7 awoke and Cybercon continued to yell at him. "Its now or never L7!"
L7 saw the ground infront of him only a mile away. He transformed to jet mode and beagn to try and pull himself up. He hardly moved. He was almost spent of energy and continued downwards. Every Renegade watching began to shout at there screens, yelling for L7 to pull himself out. Emotions ran high, hands made fists and hope were high. L7 began to angle himself out but he was too close to the ground. The underside of his body scrapped against the ground and lifted back up in to the air only to happen again and again. Fuel pumps seen to freeze at the sight of dust being kciked up in to the air with each time L7 touched the ground. Finally he was no longer in the air but sliding across the surface, over the crushed ruins of a once proud city now forgotten. The dust was thick and no one could see him.
Trailbreaker passed over the spot where they had last seen L7 go down but they could see him. He began a radar scan while everyone seem to realize it was too late. The Destructicons seemed to have won the war after all. But then something was heard through the coms....
"Cough, cough...uurgh...cough....touch down."
It was L7. He stepped out from the dust cloud with Cybercon on his shoulder as the Renegade ships flew over. He then raised the cansiter high above his head, unbroken.
Crys of joy erupted. Everyone was happy to see L7 and the cure well preserved. Those who had the virus still in them seemed to forget about it and the pain was ignored. The Renegade Frotress watched everything. Jinx ran in to the medic bay with both hands in the air hugging Hoist as the two celebrated there victory. Perceptor was clapping his hnads, then stopped to pick up the sirrum that was to kill the patiences peacefully and throw it in to the insinurator and watched it burn up. He turned to his comrades with a thumb in the air.
Trailbreaker and Aqualec landed and all the Renegades piled out and ran to L7 cheering. They help L7 along the way and picked up Cure and Cybercon, throwing the little Minicon up and down in to the air. They guided L7 back to inside the ship when a transmission came through the com.
:siphon "Look, is it really too much trouble to ask for a ride? I've just spend the last hour or so taking this Guardian robot apart. Frickin slag! I oughta kill each and everyone of you for leaving me back here!"
The ship was filled with Laughter from Siphon's transmission and head back to Darkmount to pick him up and back to the Renegade Fortress.[/glow]
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Post by latyrx7 on Aug 12, 2003 10:29:10 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,000] The Next Day....
The Destructicons gathered the last of there forces. They left many drones of all kinds on the planet and took with them there most valued soldiers. They all assembled in the Nemisis and soon the mighty warship was gone. The only thing that remained of them besides there scattered drones was the Destructicon they caused in the beginning of the Invasion.
Time would only tell if they were to return.
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The Renegades returned to the sight where L7 crashed landed and where any thing on the ship that could have remained intact could have survived. They found nothing. They had hoped to find something belonging to there leader, some kind of closeure, but nothing. Not even the Matrix seemed to survive. Also they wanted to make sure Armada was gone for good. They was no way of telling for sure but if the explosion detroyed the ship and the Renegade Matrix, then the Renegade were sure Aramda was gone aswell.
In the middle of Iacon, a ceremony was held. Many of the Citys Lost Citizens turned Refugees came out. The virus was gone and defeated and all were cured. All those infected had to onky let there self reapir systems finish the rest of the work. The Refugees from the Renegade Fortress came out and were healthy again. They showed thete praise for the Renegades.
Hoist stood along side many of his fellow Renegades. The younger refugees who he had spoken to in the med bay stayed by his side calling him hero. Hoist never one for younger bots let him stick around and even placed him atop of his shoulder as Jinx watched on and let a giggle escape from her smile.
Latyrx7, Trailbreaker Heavy Assault who was now repaired, stood atop on a mount where one of Iacons great building had been. As a crowd watched, L7 and Heavy Assault placed a gaint Monolith up on top. Every single Renegade and there Minicon partner were present as watched in silence and respect. It was completely black with only the writing on the front of it. It read...
*We shall go on to the End. We shall fight if we have to. We shall fight in Iacon. We shall fight on Cybertron. We shall fight in the air, the citys, the wastelands, we shall fight with grwoing conifedence and growing strenght. We shall defend our planet, our poeple, our ways, our galaxy and for the next. We shall never surrender, never despair, never give up. We shall continue to struggle, until, its Primus' time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.*
*Dedicated to General Maximus, the Autobots, the Maximals and all the Brave People of Cybertron who have lost there lives in the Conflict.*
Everyone stood back in a moment of silence. The Renegade grieve at the lost of there Leader, but new he would never truily be gone as long as they continued to fight in his name, in the way of the Renegades and for the freedom of the Galaxy and the people of Cybertron.
THE END [/glow]
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