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Post by Sparkflare on Jun 23, 2016 20:25:12 GMT
Prelude Earth's Orbit, Six Months Ago:"DOOON'T STOP BELIIIEVING! HOLD ON TO THAT FEEEELAYYING! STREET LIGHTS! PEOPLE! WOAHHHHH!" Was what Sparkflare was singing at the top of his mechanical lungs. He finished putting down the co ordinates to jump half-way across the galaxy and hence put on some Earth music to sing along to. The mech even carried on as he pulled down the lever and quatum jumped in an explosion. Messatine, Not Far From Delphi
A sound, similar to thunder, came out of now where as a Shuttle seemingly teleported out of nowhere. Inside the shuttle there was Sparkflare, unconcious on the desktop. He came to as his optics opened up and sat upright and let his helm fall back as far as his neck would allow it without any strain. The mech looked down at the desktop to see the ships diagnostics. The engines were in flames. A malfunction. "The hell just happened?"Sparkflare shrugged as he grabbed the controls and pulled up to keep the shuttle level. This was Messatine. He recognised the snowy and rocky landscape and his GPS was telling him so. The thick layer of snow woukd be enough to have a safe landing. It was. Sparkflare later got out of the shuttle and examined the engines. With his right servo on his chin and his left running along the grooves of the "exhaust". He had to repair this before going anywhere else. Luckily, Delphi wasn't too far away to get some supplies. Unfortunatly, he'd have to explain why a "neutral" mech just waltzed up to their door and ask for supplies to fix his quantum engine. Sparkflare shrugged as he walked towards the medical clinic. Whistling the song he was singing not so long ago.
Chapter 1: The Beginning Quintessa, TodayA loud clang was made as a cybertronian hit the ground on his back with bullets being fired at him. Luckily for the cybertronian, they were missing. The robot rolled onto their front, picked themselves up and ran behind cover of a wall. The cybertronian was soon joined by another who held swords in his servos. My name is Sparkflare. I'm a Cybertronian. And incase you were going to ask, no. I am not an Autobot. Not anymore. I'm not a Decepticon either. Never have been. Admittedly, the thought has always crossed my mind before the war, but I had a duty to my people. The people of Nyon. The people I failed.Right now, I am a nobody in a little bit of trouble. Our shuttle is broken beyond a simple and quick repair and we're stranded on Quintessa, home of our "cousins", the Quintessons, who we have been having a fued since the beginning of their race. It's a long story. But when I say I'm in a little bit of trouble, I mean a lot.The wall soon fell apart due to the damage it had sustained from the Quintessons. Both Cybertronians ran, avoiding to be gunned down by the Quintessons and their Sharkticons converging on them. The mech that had been identified to be Sparkflare turned slightly as he ran and returned fire on his attackers. Well I better get rid of introductions so the story can go along smoothly. The mech running along side me with the swords is Skidmark. Ex-Decepticon that took the codename Kaon to replace Skyspray's dad. I don't think his career as a member of the D.J.D. was that long lived. But then again, what would I do if I found out the founder of the faction I followed, destroyed Cybertron with the power of Dark Energon when you and a trillion others were promised a better Cybertron. But in all honesty, I think he is suffering from some kind of plot convenience.So now that introductions are out of the way, where to begin? Well the answer to that is the beginning: Six months ago I got myself exiled after confessing for a crime that someone else did, someone who had no control over their own body. They were traumatised from their experience, I just couldn't stand by and let a corrupt court system punish her. And for the last few months I have been travelling through the galaxy, dealing with the scum with Skids. Right now we're on Quintessa to destroy their planet's Cyber-Key before they use it against everything. Of course, I had the mind set of "how bad can it really be?"Skids = Skidmark by the way. Not Skids of Nova Cronum, the theoretician outlier who is a super learner.You'd be guessing that I am one of those guys who is like a Prime or a messenger from Primus for that kind of act. I am sorry to say but you're terribly mistaken. I deserve to be exiled. You know what? No, I deserve worse. I have done a terrible thing three million years ago that has come to haunt and motivate me for what I am doing today. A thousand times worse than that femme did. I'm scum.So, I think this is the part where I answer the question if I have any regrets. I have two. I regret what I did so long ago, and I regret I am not seen as the true scum I am by everyone else back at the Autobot base.There was then a loud explosion, erupting under Sparkflare's and Skidmark's feet. They must have stepped over some kind of mine. The two Cybertronians were sent flying. Skidmark landed in the hard surface of the ground while Sparkflare found himself wedged into a nearby mountain. Both mechs were fairly dazed from their landing. Skidmark was the first to be surrounded by their attackers. Sparkflare struggled to get up to help his comrade, but his conscience was fading as the Sharkticons soon surrounded him. So that's what it feels like...
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Post by Sparkflare on Jun 24, 2016 18:06:47 GMT
Cybertron, Nyon, The Heart of the Acropolex, 3 Million Years Ago
"This is horrible." Hot Rod said as he, Slinger, and a few other citizens of Nyon entered the heart of the Acropolex seeing the drained citizens of Nyon crawling at the energon tanks, hoping for any spilled drops of energon. "This was once shining example of Cybertron's golden age. Who is doing this?" "Zeta Prime. He's draining us of our energon. You know how corrupt he is." Slinger said as he replied to Hot Rod's question.
"I know. But we can't just let him do this. We have to show someone then. Someone who will be willing rise against Zeta Prime's 'authority'. How is even able to do this? Who is allowing it?" "Hot Rod, please. You know as well as I that the Autobots are corrupt. They won't care." "What about the-" "The Decepticons are in no position to do anything about this. I'm sorry. But you are welcome to try and waste your time trying convince an Autobot though."
A silence fell between the two. Hot Rod wanted to speak, but he couldn't. He was disgusted by what Zeta Prime was doing. A Prime, draining his people of their precious life line
A voice then spoke out. "If there is anything that can help. I can steal the energon back from nearby Autobot outposts to feed the city." The voice came from a mech reaching up to 20 feet in height and had a visor attached to the exterior of his helm. "And the moment you're exposed, Zeta and senate will retaliate. We need a contingency. Hot Rod and everyone else; get the phase charges ready and plant them all around Nyon and make evacuation plans. If the Autobots attack us with their Omega Destroyers, then we will fight back by not letting the Autobots drain our own for their war machine."
Quintessa, The Brig, Today
Sparkflare groaned as he began to regain his conscience. The mech looked around. He was now being carried by Sharkticons with his feet being dragged against the floor. Skidmark was the same, yet Sparkflare was unsure if Skids was conscience or not. It didn't matter anyway, Sparkflare had just been into the side of a mountain about, what? A few hours ago? Minutes? Days? He would check his chronometer later to check the time.
It was not long until the two cybertronians were thrown into a cell and were left alone by the sharkticons. Skids was conscience, but had cuffs on him so the mech could get a hold of his weapons. Making the escape plan a little more trickier. "You okay?" "Yeah... Just feels like I need to doze off again."
Skidmark got up to his pedes while Sparkflare merely rolled on to his back. Skidmark looked out of the cell, looking for any guards that would be patrolling the hallways of the brig. Skidmark then looked at down at Sparkflare once he confirmed there to be no guards currently on guard. "You see the Cyber-Key anywhere?" "No. I had blacked out from the landing. You?" "No. That's why I asked"
Touché. Sparkflare thought as Skidmark replied, almost instantly. Sparkflare shifted his posisition to sit against the wall of the cell. Sparkflare vented as he realised he had cuffs on him. Sparkflare looked up to his comrade.
"I don't think we're going to get out of these cuffs until we're dropped into the Sharkticon pit." "Yeah, but I have an idea for myself. I take it you'll use your grapple?" "Of course. I charged it before we crashed." Skidmark nodded as he continued looking out of the cell. The former 'con was still trying to get his helm around the fact his leader doomed Cybertron when a better Cybertron was promised.
So yeah. Why me and Skids are here, on Quintessa, to destroy a Cyber-Key and not keep it for ourselves is primarily because of after Backbeat found one on Earth. I never seen it being used in action myself, but I know that leaving a Cyber-Key, with anyone, nothing good will come of it. Give small men, like the Autobots, power and it may come to bite you. Happened with Sentinal and Zeta Prime and Megatron. Considering our rivalry with the Quintessons, I can't exactly leave them with it. They would use probably use it for a weapon of mass destruction.
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Post by Sparkflare on Jun 25, 2016 21:02:21 GMT
An hour passed as the two waited for something to happen. And it wasn't until a small group of Bailiffs came along to their cell. Skidmark notified Sparkflare to stand up. The golden mech did so as he groaned in reaction to him moving after an hour of sitting in a cornor. The cell doors opened up as the head honcho of the Bailiffs spoke.
"You are both wanted now."
The lesser Bailiffs then dragged the two mech's out of their cells and replaced their cuffs with energy shield that went around the body. The two mechs were soon lead down a hallway, possibly heading towards the court room. It was quiet until Sparkflare decided to speak up.
"So... how is this gonna go? We enter the court room, not be allowed to plead anything, the judge says we're innocent and down the pit we go!" "Shut up." "Oh, don't forget we don't get told our rights and what we have been accused off." "Oh! How could I forget?"
Sparkflare and Skidmark we're both smirking over the fact that they had just been able to mock the Quintessons' justice system, in front of Quintessons Bailiffs and not get killed for it. This either meant they were important for something or it would be all the more enjoyable for Quintessons to see them get dropped and fed to the Sharkticons.
"Ha! Sparks, look at this one. His face is redder than the Autobot insignia! Infact, he looks like the Autobot insignia." "How do you know if it's not a she?" "Well, he is the ugliest out of the lot, so I just assumed."
"Sparkflare?" That was when the banter stopped as Sparkflare turned around to face the speaker. The mech reconised the tone, the pronounciation, the voice. The mech looked inside the cell. There were two, a small mech, a femme and a shadowy figure in the back of the cell that could be only be made out to be sparkling. Sparkflare's optics widened in a mixture of fear, joy and surprise at the sight of the femme while Skidmark simply raised an optic ridge in confusion. It was her. She was alive. Sparkflare instantly ran up to the cell and looked at the femme.
The femme in the cell is Crystal. My sister.
The Bailiffs reacted instantly running up to Sparkflare and grabbing the mech and dragging him away. Sparkflare started to struggle, attempting to fight back. But his servos were bound making his attempt worth nothing as he got dragged away. Skidmark just stood where he was. Ever since his defection of the Decepticon cause, he has learned to know when to hold back from a fight that can't be won.
I didn't know why I reacted that way or not've held back for that matter. I guess, after so many years of thinking she was dead, I got a little too exicted. And again, I mean a lot. Mayhem sucks.
Well after... that. We stopped by another cell and got four others to come with us. Their names were Facade, Rivet and Maximus by the way.
The Court Room
The Bailiffs and five mechs were brought in the court room. All of the Cybertronians looked around as they avoided accidently falling into the Sharkticon pit. "Ah, you're here. Finally." A Quintesson judge said as he hovered along up to them. "Sorry, there was, complications." "No matter. Either way. Cybertronians, allow me to introduce our partners."
The Quintesson pointed a tenticle behind the five Cybertronians. All five turned around as they saw another three Cybertronians. Sparkflare gritted his teeth and grimmaced at the sight of one of the three Cybertronians.
"Well, well, well. It's the guard. It's good that you're here. We can finally work with each other for once."
Mayhem sucks.
End of Chapter 1.
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Post by Sparkflare on Jun 29, 2016 22:35:21 GMT
Chapter 2: Mayhem Sucks Quintessa, The Court Room"So, how about it eh?" The Phase Sixer asked all five of the Cybertronians, yet the odd feeling of it being directed particularly to Sparkflare. "Well it depends. What is it that you want us for?"Rivet spoke out. The mech had. No insignia attached to him, so one could only presume that he was a neutral that had a Great Sword sheathed onto his back. The Phase Sixer chuckled. "Simple, really. I want this planet's Cyber-Key." "What do you want it for?" "It's Simple really." The Decepticon jet said with a smile on his faceplate. The Phase Sixer grabbed the jet's head and raised him up off the ground, only to slam the jet down against the ground. "I told you not to finish my sentences!"The Phase Sixer let go of the jet's head as he then crossed his arms. "Well, I plan to use it for one simple reason. To conquer the universe!" "And eliminate the Cybertronian race. Don't forget that, Mayem." The Quintesson judge butted in. Mayhem, the Phase Sixer clenched his fist. He didn't like it when he was getting interrupted. In fact, Mayhem could've punched a hole right through the Quintesson, but he was stopped by a mute monoformer. Mayhem vented out. "Thank you, Macabre. As always, your calmer head always prevails. See, Amputate? Why can't you be more like Macabre and know your place." Amputate was the jet that got smacked into the ground. Amputate was picking himself off of the ground, wiping his mouth clean of energon flowing out of it. He didn't say anything. There was a silence, among everyone, that was until the Quintesson judge put an end to the silence. "We suspect that this Cyber-Key is around about the core. You will have an accomplish with you. His name is Servex. A scientist." "And a tour guide I suppose?" Facade asked the Judge. He was ignored. "Unfortunately, Servex is not in this area of our planet, so he won't be here for a few days. You will have sit in your cells until he arrives. Guards, take them away!" The Bailiffs nodded as they forcefully escorted their prisoners to their cells. Most of the force was felt by Skidmark. Possibly about the whole face situation. Sparkflare looked back at Mayhem for a quick second to see the Phase Sixer waving him off.
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Post by Sparkflare on Jul 2, 2016 23:26:31 GMT
The Cell
So yeah. Mayhem Sucks. I had an... Encounter with that fragger before. Iacon Hall of Records. I managed to help put a stop to his rampage.
Lost a lot of friends that day. Anyway. Back into present day matters. We're all back in a cell, except in isn't a treck to get to the court room now.
So I'm leaning against a wall opposite the bars, where Skidmark (just had his Great Sword taken off of him by the Bailiffs) is standing at. Maximus and Facade are sitting on the right side pf the cell while Rivet is sitting on the left.
Speaking of Rivet, he just stood up and walking over to Skids and... just punched him.
"What. The. Hell?!" Skidmark asked as he lightly rubbed his chin. Maximus had stood straight up when he saw Skids get punched by Rivet. Sparkflare stopped leaning on the wall in a response of concern. Facade just stayed where he was
"Where did you get that Great Sword?" Rivet asked demandingly. Skidmark paused for a while as he processed the fact that Rivet also had a Great Sword. "I found it, next to a corpse on Theophany."
"That Great Sword belonged to a friend of mine." Rivet said to Slidmark. "Why were you Theophany?" "A bounty. On Deadlock. I had a hint off of a slaver. Never found Deadlock after a week so I just left. Better things to do." Rivet nodded. Skids then asked Rivet a question. "Why do you ask?"
"I am apart of a cult. We all have Great Swords." "How do they work then? I know they link up to the spark and all but how do they work properly? Is there someway around it?" Skidmark asked.
Rivet looked at the former Decepticon in surprise. Someome who had managed to link their spark? Without any proper training. It was impressive to say the least. "The Great Sword links to your spark. Their is no other alternative. It draws energy from your faith and spark. The more powerful your faith, the more powerful your sword is and the less drain it has on your spark. Of course, the spark does recover fully after a few weeks, but a Great Sword should only be used as a last resort."
There was then a knocking on the cell door. There was a squadron of Bailiffs standing outside. "Servex has arrived."
So we met up with Servex in the court room and not only found out that Mayhem had Skids' Great Sword, but that Servex is spelt Servex and not Sir Vex. Anyway...
Entrance down to the core
"So the first step is to jump down this hole?" "Indeed." Facade rubbed the back of helm. He wan't all into the mood of jumping. "Is there any other way down?" "Negative" Maximus, who had gotten bored at this point grabbed Facade and jumped down the hole to the path down to the core. Rivet was the next to jump down with Skidmark moments later. Sparkflare turned to Servex as picked up the Quintesson. "I'll take it you'll need some help down?" The Quintesson sighed. "Indeed." And with that, Sparkflare jumped down after the others. Now the journey had begun.
End of Chapter 2
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Post by Sparkflare on Jul 20, 2016 21:24:32 GMT
Chapter 3: Looking For A Break One Week Later 500 Miles Underground, Quintessa"We stop here for now." Servex said as he turned around to look at the five Cybertronians behind him. "How much further until we reach the core?" Facade asked, just before Maximus pushed past him. "Do you always complain?" "Well we have been aimlessly wandering the underground for a week. So I do think I have a right to complain." "I had been put in coma for over 5000 years."Facade paused. He wasn't sure how to justify himself after what Maximus had just said. The silence was soon broken by Servex. "The journey to the core should take five more months. We could be taking a short cut which would take an hour, but the path is ridden with prototype dwellers." "Prototypes?" Skidmark asked, with a raised optic ridge. "They either escaped or weren't strong enough to destroy your kind." "Prototypes." "Skids, they have been trying to kill ever since both our species met. It would be best to leave it be." Sparkflare said as he placed a servo on Skidmark's shoulder. "I remember going off-world to fight against the Quintesson's, making sure none of their... creations got onto Cybertron." Maximus said as he checked his Glass Gas Cannon. Rivet took an immediate interest. "It's my understanding that the Quintesson's went quiet during the clamp down. So I take it you were apart of the Primal Vanguard then.""Yes. I was. If the functionists hadn't found out I wasn't a load-bearer, my job would've been in sanitation." "You're a Load-Bearer!?" Rivet asked surprised, along with the other three Cybertronians. Servex did not know what a Load-Bearer was, so it didn't interest or bother him in the slightest. "Yes, I am. It helps to have soldiers who can carry on fighting, even when their heads are seperate from their body. Hell, ere were even comrades of mine whose heads transformed into a smaller robot. Head Masters we called 'em." Maximus said as he put away his gun and sat down. "I remember a lot from being in the Primal Vanguard. I have been planning to have written an autobiography about it. But I have been too preoccupied over the war.""And you didn't leave with the Circle of Light." "Just because you left Cybertron with the Circle of Light to avoid the war doesn't everyone else did or have the choice." Maximus said instantly. "Yeah, you guys, or any of the other neutral groups, did advertise the offer." Sparkflare said, backing Maximus's reason. Rivet merely shrugged. "Hey, Rivet. I need to ask you a few questions." Skidmark asked. "Sure. I have a few of my own to be honest." Rivet responded as he followed Skidmark to a corner of the area as Maximus told Sparkflare, Facade and Servex about his time during the Primal Vanguard.
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Post by Sparkflare on Jul 25, 2016 20:41:05 GMT
"So your a bounty hunter?" Rivet asked first. Skidmark was sure that he'd be asking most of the questions. Might as well indulge the NAIL. "No. I was a Decepticon. I was even in the DJD." "So you could conquer the universe and inflict pain on others?"
Skidmark sighed in annoyance. He hated the fact that because he was a Decepticon, everyone presumed that he was some psychopath that wanted to enslave alien races. The former Kaon mumbled. "Sorry?" Rivet asked. He did hear what the speedster said. "I said: That's not why I joined.” Skids said almost immediately. "I joined the Decepticon cause because, like many others, I was at the bottom of the caste system. Casteless. So, I was sucked into Megatron's idea of an equal Cybertron that served everyone.
"So when Megatron ordered to attack, I knew- felt- that a war would be necessary. And you know what went wrong? By the time we killed off the senate, everyone was too corrupted to stop. We went off-world cyber-forming planets and... Everything else. Both the Autobots and Decepticon paths have switched paths. And the Decepticon cause is something I no longer want to be apart of..."
The conversation paused for a brief moment until Rivet spoke up. "Why not come to Crystal City?" "I thought Crystal City was destroyed?" "Not the one on Cybertron, the one on Theophany." Skidmark paused. He didn't remember seeing a grand city such as Crystal City when he was on Theophany looking for Deadlock. "Believe me; we achieved what Megatron failed with war, we succeeded by peace." Skidmark smiled. "Y'know what? Yeah. Yeah, I will. After this it's straight to Crystal City!"
Sparkflare, Facade, Maximus, Servex.
"And that was how we got rid of the Black Block Consortia from blowing up Luna 2." Maximus said as he finished a war story of his. "Wow, and I thought my spy work was interesting. But you put me to shame." Facade responded. "And I thought the Wreckers had low survival rates."
Sparkflare coughed, telling Facade to watch himself. "How does that offend you? You're not even an Autobot (at least not anymore)." "Just because I was kicked out of the Autobots doesn't mean I'm no longer a Wrecker! The only kind of ex-Wrecker is a dead Wrecker."
Facade let out a sarcastic laugh. "That's what you keep telling yourself." "Facade! Shut! Up! You! Whiney! Piece of scrap!" Maximus shouted at Facade. Facade was going to open his mouth again, but Maximus had gotten up and punched him. Facade fell to the ground and went quiet.
"Jeez. You didn't-" "He has been bugging me for the last week with his consistent whining. So you are a Wrecker?" Maximus said justifying himself and changing the subject at the same time. "Y-yeah. I am. I voluntarily got exiled from both Earth and the Autobot cause six moths ago. I think there was a mnemosurgeon lurking around using shadowplay. I think Skyspray would've sorted it out by now." "And you haven't returned to Earth because...?"
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Post by Sparkflare on Jul 26, 2016 23:00:01 GMT
"Because he stinks of guilt." Servex said. "He reeks of it. Ever since I saw him.The question is..." Servex hovered closer to Sparkflare and squinted his optics at the mech. "What is he guilty of?" Sparkflare tilted his head away from Servex.
Facade stood up. He would check if his jaw was okay, but he had a mask covering all of his face except his optics. "How are you able to smell guilt?" "Self-voluntary test subject for heightened senses. Only went so far as my 'nose'." Both Maximus and Facade rolled their optics. They saw it as stupid.
Sparkflare was still unsettled. For so long he never said anything related about what he had done; and this Quintesson just comes up to him and questions him. "So what are you guilty of?" "Nothing that concerns you!"
Sparkflare said as he put his servo on Servex's face and pushed him away, and sat down on a nearby rock and leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.
Facade looked around and focused his attention on Skidmark and Rivet in the corner of the area they were in. "So what's with them? First the NAIL punched the DJD scum and suddenly they're best friends?" "They have Great Swords." "Swords, yeah. Great though?"
"No. I mean a Great Sword is a name for a special type of sword. Rivet has his, but Skidmark's was taken off him and given to that mute monoformer with no kibble. Macrabre was his name?" Facade looked at Sparkflare and raised an optic ridge. "And just like that they're friends because they have the same sword?"
"I think it has also to do that they are both very religious. Spectralism is it? I heard them talking about it and how Skidmark doesn't believe Optimus Prime is actually a Prime but just Orion Pax with a major upgrade." Maximus said as he put in his input.
"Yeah Spectralism. Skids is practicing it. Trying to draw a line under the past." Sparkflare said confirming Maximus's claim. "You Cybertronians and your religions. I'm going to recharge now." Servex said as he hovered off to his own little corner and powered down for the night.
Sparkflare sighed. At least Servex was off his back for now. The Nyonian looked up at the ceiling again. The mech raised an optic ridge. There was a strange glow. The mech looked at it by focusing in on it. His optics widened as he came to realize what it was. It was...
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Post by Sparkflare on Aug 10, 2016 21:16:10 GMT
Chapter 4: The Cyber Key The Cyber Key. End of Chapter 4
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Aha, you thought this was gonna be good long 10 paragraph chapter! I have decieved you!
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Post by Sparkflare on Oct 15, 2016 21:58:49 GMT
Chapter 5: Things We Said We'd Never Do Crystal City Energon Mines, 6th Cycle 482 Skidmark's MemoriesThe sound of metal hitting against metal was loud and gruelling. A 24 foot mech, with "E-28" painted onto his chest, fell to the ground as he was knocked down by another mech. The mech that knocked down "E-28" had red and black paint with "K-18" on his chest. K-18 waited for E-28 to get back up as the sound of cheers and excitement from the spectators filled the caverns. Said spectators were similar to the two mechs fighting, with a letter and number on their chest armour. E-28 reached out and grabbed K-18 by the leg and yanked it. This caused K-18 to fall onto his back and allow E-28 to get back up onto his pedes. K-18 swung his leg across the ground, performing a low-kick on E-28. Once again E-28 fell down K-18 got up onto his pedes. Both combatants' were dirty and damaged, indicating this fight has been going on for a while. K-18 took a few steps away from E-28, learning from the recent past. It honestly didn't matter if E-28 attempted the same trick again. K-18 was winning. Nothing was going to stop him. Not now! That's when something hit him. The crowd. It was dispersing. Guards were here. Great! Just great! We was going to end this insolent piece of scrap and the guards were here to break the situation up. K-18 stood where he was as the guards replaced the spectating miners. A few guards circled around K-18, weapons pointed at him. A few guards helped up E-28 and looked him over. This angered K-18. He was going to end the insolence of E-28 and here are the guards. It was best for K-18 to not retaliate at the moment. The oppertunity will come up. Just not now. K-18 heard over the masked guards talking about transferring both K-18 and E-28 to different mines across Cybertron, keeping them away from each other. A few mintes passed and the guards surrounding K-18 lowered their weapons and grouped up with the others discussing about relocating both K-18 and E-28 to a different mine. K-18 saw that none of the guards were paying attention to him. The mech grinned. There was the opportunity. "Burn in the Pits, E-28."The mech suddenly broke into a dash aiming for one guard. Everyone in the immediate location had turned to face K-18. But K-18 was incredibly fast however. None of the guards had time to react towards K-18 uppercutting one guard, grabbing the guards gun, aiming at a raw energon crystal and squeezed the trigger multiple times. Bullets sprung out of the barrel and hit the crystal dead-on. Immediatly after contact, the crystal burst into a fiery blue explosion which also set of the other crystals. This caused an avalance-like effect to go through out the entire mine, consuming E-28, the guards, K-18 and the miners spread out across the mine. The blast even went as far as a little bit beyond the entrance. The entire mine had caved in on itself. Don't trust FacadeThe Crystal City Mine Entrance, 30 Cycle 48224 cycles had passed since the explosion. All was left was the now cool rubble that closed the entrance. Suddenly a hand emerged put from the rubble. Soon an entire body had emerged from the rubble. Mechs and femmes close by turned to see what emerged. It was K-18. Crawling a few feet from his emerging point, the mech lied on his back and looked at the sky. He was out. Finally. A shadow of another mech appeared over K-18. K-18 immediatly sat up and looked at the shadowy mech. "Can I help you?" "What is your name?" "K-18." "You're real name." "Skidmark.""You're fired." Then all of a sudden the sky turned into a bright blood swirling red vortex as war worlds came into view. Skidmark stood up onto his feet and looked on as Mayhem hovered before him as an army of eye-less/defaced Cybertronians, Sparkeaters Scraplets and the lot were charging at him. Mayhem smirked as he pointed down onto the floor. "Bow before me."Skidmark couldn't help but feel the ground beneath him shake as he got down onto his knees as a sharp pain in the back of his neck was felt. Skidmark grunted as he placed his hand onto the ground, trying to push himself up. Then he saw writing on the floor in old Cybertronian. Skidmark? Skidmark...?
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Post by Sparkflare on Dec 25, 2016 1:42:50 GMT
Hallways to the court room, Quintessa
Skidmark's optics finally opened up back to normal. The mech was on the floor, lying ontop of a dead Sharkticon. Skidmark looked around, seeing that he now had a sword in hand the mech began to make the effort of standing up. Skidmark looked around to see Sparkflare firing his blasters at the advancining Sharkticon army. Skidmark goraned as he looked around more seeing others like Maximus, Rivet and other mechs he was unfamiliar with.
"Skidmark, you okay there buddy?"
"Y-yeah. Gonna be fine. Just had a flashback to the past. Don't worry I'm focusing."
"You were passed out. I find it quite hard to see how the hell you are being able to focus."
"Whatever. Where's Facade?"
"Don't know. Probably with Mayhem inside the observatory."
Skidmark nodded. He looked around some more as Sparkflare helped him up. The flashback must've done more to Skidmark than he expected.
"So... recap?"
"We are helping Tracks guide Maximus to the exit so they can find a dead titan. Not sure why but if the remains of a titan can help us then I'm fine with it."
"Tracks is..."
"The guy who's real name is unpronounceable and he can generate forcefields and and small range ground bridges. Yeah. C'mon, according to Tracks, we are almost there."
So you are all probably wondering who Tracks is. Well, he is another Cybertronian who managed to find themselves on Quitessa. Well turns out that me, Skidmark, Maximus, Rivet and Facade weren't the only ones to have been locked up but there are about other 200 Cybertronians held up here on this planet. How did we find this out? Well it was after I found the Cyber-key.
16 Hours Earlier, Quintessa, Underground.
"Guys! I think I found the Cyber-key!" Sparkflare said out loud. The attention of Servex, Skidmark, Rivet and Maximus turned to face the Nyonian and looked up at what Sparkflare was looking at. Servex hovered over quickly to inspect it.
"Interesting. I initially expected for us to find the Cyber-Key closer to the planet's core." Servex said as he reached a tentacle out, wrapped it around the Key and pull it out of the ceiling. Servex examined it closer and laughed as his face switched to Death. "And with this the Quintessons can rule the uni-" Servex was interrupted as a shot from a gun was fired and went through the Quintesson. The Quintesson was immediately killed as it's body fell forward and dropped the Cyber-Key. Sparkflare, Skidmark, Maximus and Rivet were shocked by the sudden end of Servex but all came around to look at who fired the gun. Facade. "Facade!? What the hell!?"
While Facade had a face mask covering his faceplate, it was easy to tell that he was smiling as he then pointed the gun at the others as he knelt down to pick up the Cyber-Key. "Sorry, but all of you have been played from the beginning." Then there was a flash of bright white light.
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Post by Sparkflare on Mar 2, 2017 0:58:23 GMT
Run-Down Apartment, The Rust Narrows, Nyon, Cybertron. 113 256 Years Ago
"I heard rumours going around the other day. That there have been mechs have going around the city placing bombs ready to set Nyon a blaze in harsh flame? Funny thing is the rumour says that they haven't been placed by Autobots. But by Nyonian insurgents."
A femme said as she was sitting down on a sofa as she took a sip out of an energon cube before turning around to look behind her to look who she was talking to. Behind her was an open door to a balcony. On said balcony stood a mech griping tightly onto the balcony. The mech beared a colour shceme of yellow black and red along with a visor attached onto his helm.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about that Sparkflare? While I know you trust Slinger, but he can be... persuasive. It's not the hardest thing for him to do. He could probably sugar coat a dire situation so someone else can pull the trigger and not have any blood on his hands. Say he were to trick Hot Rod into-"
The mech known as Sparkflare sighed and told the femme to stop with the word itself. The mech grunted as he pushed himself off from the railing and turned to face the femme.
"Yeah. I do know about it. What for? I don't know. And could you stop going on about Slinger, Hot Rod and the others? They are good people. You don't have any right to be going around slandering their names. Like me, they see how corrupt Zeta Prime and his Autobots are and are willing to do something about it.
"Then why not join up with the Decepticons? I mean, you have already tried to brand yourself with their insignia. Before the war broke out."
"I don't know. They're fighting for a good cause. It just... I don't think starting a war is really the best way to go. Then again, the senate have never really been the nicest of all people. You saw that they performed empurata on Shock Absorber for basically no good reason."
"I remember what the senate did to Shock Absorber and I do not approve of it. But, you have to accept that you're also going to the war with the senate. Primus knows what will happen if Zeta were to find out."
Crystal continued to talk. Sparkflare merely pretended to listen. It was the same repetitive argument all over again. One would think that someone would support their kin no matter what. Sparkflare did not have such support for his descisions. Just judgements. "Listen Swindle made a delievery of weapons. He got arrested. Weapons he was planning to sell? All ours for free. Slinger is hoping they'd be worth something. To use or sell."
The conversation was soon interuppted when the ground began to shake. Both siblings looked down at the ground in confusion. After a few seconds, Sparkflare's optics widened before he quickly turned around to look out at the city of Nyon.
"Strange. Nyon isn't known to have tremors." "It's not a tremor. It's Zeta Prime..." Sparkflare turned back to his sister with a worried expression on his face. "He's unleashed his Omega Destroyers on the city." There was a pause. Crystal was not sure to believe her brother until she felt the ground shake again that was accompanied by the sound of powerful gunfire. Sparkflare took a few steps forward. "We must leave..." Crystal looked behind Sparkflare, her eyes widened in fear as she raised her arm to point behind Sparkflare and scream "Behind you!"
Sparkflare turned around. There was a blast of energy heading their way. Sparkflare was stuck. This was it. This was the end of his life story. The mech displayed emotions of a feared surprise. The more the blast round came closer the more freightened he was. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and then a bright light.
After the bright light, there was nothing but darkness. Then a groan as the darkness was gone when light seeped in open optics as Sparkflare regained conscious. The back of the mech's neck hurt for some reason as well. Sparkflare looked around. This was present day. He was in Quintessa, not Nyon. The mech could tell he was in Quintessa because he remembered the layout of prison cells. So he was in a cell again. But not the same one as before. "Good to see you're finally awake. Means you're not dead. Sp what's your name?" Sparkflare turned to look at the source of the voice. It was a green mech that was a few feet taller than Sparkflare himself. The mech was in a cell opposite from Sparkflare. Sparkflare had never seen this mech before. But considering this mech was a fellow Cybertronian, he could trust him. "Sparkflare. Sparkflare of Nyon. And you?"
The green mech lightly chuckled. "The name's Stormbringer of the Simanzi Massacre. But everyone calls me Divebomb. Nice to meet ya."
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Post by Sparkflare on Mar 18, 2017 0:31:53 GMT
The Court Throne Room, Quintessa
The court room was a mess. What was once a grand hall was now covered in the served bodies of Bailiffs, Sharkticons and Quintesson and such. The floor and walls covered in spilt energon. Up at the highest point of the room was a throne were the judge once sat upon. Now the judge sat upon the throne as an accessory. In the judge's place on the throne sat Mayhem with his left hand clenched into a fist and his right hand's fingers tapping the arm rest. Whatever deal Mayhem and the Quintessons had made, he turned back on it. And right now it seemed that the mech was waiting.
Macabre and Amputate stood guard, looking over the Quintessons that did not fight back. Mayhem grunted. He was starting to get impatient and started to rise up from his throne. And as if by coincidence, the doors into the room opened up and walking in with a Cyber Key in hand was none other than Facade. Upon seeing Facade's arrival, Mayhem grinned as he slumped back into his throne as Facade walked up to the Phase Sixer.
"Come here, boy. Give what belongs to me."
Facade nodded as he walked right up to the Phase Sixer and handed the mech the Cyber Key. Mayhem examined it the artifact intently. This was indeed the real deal. "I congratulate you, Facade. I did not think someone of your incompetence would be able to pull this off." "So what do you plan to do with it?" Facade asked. Mayhem raised an optic ridge. He was expecting this question to be raised. "The Quintessons wanted to use this Cyber Key for research, see if they can make a kill switch of some sorts to eradicate the entire Cybertronian race. And to think they fell for me supporting their cause... I plan to use this Cyber Key as a power source. You see, this is not the only universe that exists, there are others quite like it. It has been my plan to rule Cybertron, but that dream died when the core shut down. Then I found the means to find not only one Cybertron to conquer, but millions. One Cybertron just isn't quite enough for me and my aspirations. Anyways, it doesn't matter to you. You may leave now, just like I promised."
Mayhem said to finish off. Facade nodded, turned around and left the room and soon the planet. Mayhem turned to his followers Amputate and Macabre and held up so they could see. "With this, my plans will soon be complete." Mayhem then stood up and began to walk, signalling his lackeys to follow. "Now to the tower. We have a schedule to complete."
"So you're telling me you were also sent to find the Cyber Key?"
The Cells, Quintessa
"Yup." Stormbringer answered Sparkflare's question. "And you didn't find it?" "We did not. A friend of ours, Tracks, caught onto Facade's act." Sparkflare's optics widened with question as Facade's name was mentioned. He looked at Stormbringer in perplexed look. "Hold on. Facade? As in the stuck up rich kid Facade?" "Yup. How do you know of him?" "Cause he helped us with finding the Cyber Key. As soon as we found it, there was a bright light." "He must've used his teleportation device. He used on himself after my group and I cornered him. I saw a bright light and next thing I know I'm in this cell."
"So he has been working for Mayhem this whole time?" "Like a snake." That annoyed Sparkflare. He was tricked. Again. Something he did not take kindly to. If he saw Facacde again, the mech would give the other a piece of his mind alright. However Sparkflare's line of thought soon came to an end as he heard footsteps. "That's Sparkflare." "And Divebomb." Voices, one he remembered, the other he did not. But it did not take long for Sparkflare to see Maximus stand in front of Sparkflare's cell and rip down the cell door before going to do the same to Stormbringer. "Good to see you are alright." Maximus said as he smiled down at Sparkflare. Sparkflare and Stormbringer got out of their own individual cells and looked at the bunch of mechs before them. Skidmark, Rivet and Maximus were the ones Sparkflare remembered. The other 4. Not a clue.
"Come." Said on of the unfamiliar mechs as he moved one as did everyone else. "I can inform you on the way, but right now we don't have much time." Considering how everyone soon followed this mech, Sparkflare could only presume that he was of some form of importance. "Until what?" Sparkflare asked as he followed. The mech looked around his shoulder at Sparkflare. "Until the universe collapses in on itself."
End of Chapter 5.
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