Post by Lord Death Wish on Jul 1, 2020 2:16:53 GMT
The Nemesis, once an amazing Decepticon Warship, captained by many greats including Megatron himself, now sits buried under what once was a desolate location on Cybertron, but has since become a surging metropolis. The war has been over for many years. Nobody fights anymore. Cybertron has not seen war in millions of years. Autobot and Decepticon have long been forgotten to the sands of time...even the cities which once stood have been torn down and rebuilt dozens of times over. The Nemesis itself has seen so much decay, dead Decepticon corpses are strewn across the floors and ceilings from a crash long forgotten. The historical records show that the Nemesis was destroyed by an Autobot fleet towards the end of the Civil War. All crew were presumed dead, but a few conspiracy theorists suggested that the Autobots never did a thorough examination of the ship, but most just laughed it off as a legend. Sometimes, however, legends happen to be true. The Decepticon warship, prior to impact, was ordered to put everyone into forced stasis lock in order to preserve as many Decepticons as possible, while still looking as though killed. The plan would have made it possible for other Decepticon squadrons who would go looking for the Nemesis to reawaken their comrades...unfortunately soon after, peace was reached and the Decepticons laid asleep as the world they were fighting for moved on without them.
One day everything changed, one Decepticon's stasis began to wear off, after millions of years, this dark gladiator's optics would begin to blink and then stabilize as the warrior's systems sprung back to life. What the warrior saw shocked him. Immediately his gaze was met with death and destruction in what was left of the Decepticon warship's prison. While everyone was put in stasis...not everyone was so lucky to remain functional. The Decepticon himself was not in great shape, having lost his right arm where once his mighty Fusion Cannon was once mounted back when he fought and commanded in the ancient war. As the warrior's mind cleared he began to remember what happened, but while he could access his memories, it was all hazey as though incomplete. He worked to rise to his feet. He shuffled and dragged his heavy, beaten down, legs to a computer terminal to assess his damage. Having found his location, he was stunned to know that he was under not only a major city, but one that did he could not identify or find in the records.
Cybertron, how long have I been away?
The gruff voice said as he combed through the warships database trying to find more information. As time drew on a new concern emerged. He was low on energon and there wasn't going to be much if any left in the wrecked prison where he stood. He knew his only was was to try and get off a signal. After some time, he was able to access the comms channels and send out a message, but who would answer? These comm channels were beyond dead, who would be listening. The old Decepticon decided he would try anyway...if he was going to die, he was going to use up every option that he could. So he opened the channel and sent out one message hoping someone would hear.
*If anyone is listening, this is Lord Death Wish, ruler of the Decepticons, my ship has crash landed. I was put in stasis and have just now awoken. I do not know how long it's been, but if there is anyone out there, we are at these coordinates*
Just then the message stopped and Death Wish slumped back to the ground, hoping that someone would answer his call.
One day everything changed, one Decepticon's stasis began to wear off, after millions of years, this dark gladiator's optics would begin to blink and then stabilize as the warrior's systems sprung back to life. What the warrior saw shocked him. Immediately his gaze was met with death and destruction in what was left of the Decepticon warship's prison. While everyone was put in stasis...not everyone was so lucky to remain functional. The Decepticon himself was not in great shape, having lost his right arm where once his mighty Fusion Cannon was once mounted back when he fought and commanded in the ancient war. As the warrior's mind cleared he began to remember what happened, but while he could access his memories, it was all hazey as though incomplete. He worked to rise to his feet. He shuffled and dragged his heavy, beaten down, legs to a computer terminal to assess his damage. Having found his location, he was stunned to know that he was under not only a major city, but one that did he could not identify or find in the records.
Cybertron, how long have I been away?
The gruff voice said as he combed through the warships database trying to find more information. As time drew on a new concern emerged. He was low on energon and there wasn't going to be much if any left in the wrecked prison where he stood. He knew his only was was to try and get off a signal. After some time, he was able to access the comms channels and send out a message, but who would answer? These comm channels were beyond dead, who would be listening. The old Decepticon decided he would try anyway...if he was going to die, he was going to use up every option that he could. So he opened the channel and sent out one message hoping someone would hear.
*If anyone is listening, this is Lord Death Wish, ruler of the Decepticons, my ship has crash landed. I was put in stasis and have just now awoken. I do not know how long it's been, but if there is anyone out there, we are at these coordinates*
Just then the message stopped and Death Wish slumped back to the ground, hoping that someone would answer his call.