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Teratron journeys to Iacon to face Prime for what he had the Autobots do to Soundwave.
To his dismay, Prime is not there, but Quick Switch and the Protectobots great him accordingly
[Original RPG] Divided Loyalties - C3 : Entering the fray (Teratron)
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The two femmes sat in their shared quarters, discussing what each knew of the Decepticons. StarBlade was shocked to hear that Skywarp was with Thunderwing.
"Why would he join that group? Skywarp was one of the best Seekers, till Megatron turned him into the ultimate lackey. He had to ask permission to do anything... At least now he has a will of his own....somewhat..." The grey and black femme shook her head. "What of the other Seekers?" Adeara shook her head at that question.
"Of them, I know nothing, save Ramjet. I had escorted him to the lab, for...reprogramming, I think. Astrotrain called him to his office. I know nothing after that point." The Ta'Kaalen looked at StarBlade. "You were an assassin?" At the other's nod, Adeara looked thoughtful. "Assassins were rare among my people...You'd see maybe one for every 500 people, and our clans were quite large. If I hadn't been eldest Stormweaver daughter, I would have learned the art. It went to my sister, Amala." A hint of sadness crept into her voice. "A shame my world and people are gone....."
"Why would he join that group? Skywarp was one of the best Seekers, till Megatron turned him into the ultimate lackey. He had to ask permission to do anything... At least now he has a will of his own....somewhat..." The grey and black femme shook her head. "What of the other Seekers?" Adeara shook her head at that question.
"Of them, I know nothing, save Ramjet. I had escorted him to the lab, for...reprogramming, I think. Astrotrain called him to his office. I know nothing after that point." The Ta'Kaalen looked at StarBlade. "You were an assassin?" At the other's nod, Adeara looked thoughtful. "Assassins were rare among my people...You'd see maybe one for every 500 people, and our clans were quite large. If I hadn't been eldest Stormweaver daughter, I would have learned the art. It went to my sister, Amala." A hint of sadness crept into her voice. "A shame my world and people are gone....."
Warcry, Stormhawk, and Thunderflare were still sealed in the conference room.
They are not particularly happy about that. Thunderflare, in particular, has grown extremely short on patience.
"When are they going to let us out of here!" he shouted, to no one in particular. "I am tired," he slammed his fist down on the conference room's table, "tired of waiting for Astrotrain's whim to be set free of here." He went on, for quite some time, ranting and raving.
This is getting ugly, Warcry thought, as he watched his soldier rage. If we don't get out of here soon, there may be one less of us to let out. Thunderflare is fast becoming a danger to his fellow Decepticons.
The wait continued...
They are not particularly happy about that. Thunderflare, in particular, has grown extremely short on patience.
"When are they going to let us out of here!" he shouted, to no one in particular. "I am tired," he slammed his fist down on the conference room's table, "tired of waiting for Astrotrain's whim to be set free of here." He went on, for quite some time, ranting and raving.
This is getting ugly, Warcry thought, as he watched his soldier rage. If we don't get out of here soon, there may be one less of us to let out. Thunderflare is fast becoming a danger to his fellow Decepticons.
The wait continued...
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Astrotrain crossed his arms.
"Shockwave, what's the status report on the Battle Plan? If you need more time, by all means, report to your quarters and calculate- no need to put together something slipshod to impress me."
He turned to the traitor-turned bodyguard Ramjet:
"Summon those other crew members would you? Of the Flamberge."
Ramjet nodded stiffly and left.
"Increased communications traffic detected in Iacon," Metrotitan rumbled. "Other analysis impossible at this time. Increase in traffic at Metroplex as well."
"Thank you Metrotitan," Astrotrain steepled his fingers. "The Autobots are up to something...."
"Shockwave, what's the status report on the Battle Plan? If you need more time, by all means, report to your quarters and calculate- no need to put together something slipshod to impress me."
He turned to the traitor-turned bodyguard Ramjet:
"Summon those other crew members would you? Of the Flamberge."
Ramjet nodded stiffly and left.
"Increased communications traffic detected in Iacon," Metrotitan rumbled. "Other analysis impossible at this time. Increase in traffic at Metroplex as well."
"Thank you Metrotitan," Astrotrain steepled his fingers. "The Autobots are up to something...."
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Warcry responded to Ramjet's call. "Excellent. Give us one moment, please."
He glared at Stormhawk and Thunderflare. "I want you two to behave. I will stand for none of your childish feuding in front of our fellow Decepticons. Do you understand?"
The two seekers nodded.
"Good," Warcry said. He turned his attention back to Ramjet, "OK, we are prepared. Lead on."
He glared at Stormhawk and Thunderflare. "I want you two to behave. I will stand for none of your childish feuding in front of our fellow Decepticons. Do you understand?"
The two seekers nodded.
"Good," Warcry said. He turned his attention back to Ramjet, "OK, we are prepared. Lead on."
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Warcry nodded to Ramjet. "That's OK, I can understand that Astrotrain is a busy robot. Besides, some of us were enjoying a chance to rest after our long journey here."
And some of us were going absolutely insane, he added silently, looking at Thunderflare. But there is no reason for Astrotrain to hear of that.
The three jets rose, and followed Ramjet towards Astrotrain's office.
And some of us were going absolutely insane, he added silently, looking at Thunderflare. But there is no reason for Astrotrain to hear of that.
The three jets rose, and followed Ramjet towards Astrotrain's office.
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Ramjet smirked.
"Sure," and entered Astrotrain's office. "The crew of the ship," he said, then stood behind the City Commander arms crossed.
"Thank you, Ramjet," Astrotrain chuckled. There was something about the Seeker's rough-hewn sensibilities which appealed to the administrator. "I've brought you here to, once again explain your presence here and what you can contribute to the Glorious Decepticon Empire. If your answers are satisfactory, you will be presented to my Lord, Teratron, Leader of my faction, for his approval."
Astrotrain settled back in his chair.
"Now speak."
"Sure," and entered Astrotrain's office. "The crew of the ship," he said, then stood behind the City Commander arms crossed.
"Thank you, Ramjet," Astrotrain chuckled. There was something about the Seeker's rough-hewn sensibilities which appealed to the administrator. "I've brought you here to, once again explain your presence here and what you can contribute to the Glorious Decepticon Empire. If your answers are satisfactory, you will be presented to my Lord, Teratron, Leader of my faction, for his approval."
Astrotrain settled back in his chair.
"Now speak."
Warcry stepped forward, trying to keep the annoyance from his face. I was never very good dealing with beuraucrats. Gotta get this over with, and then maybe we can get to some killing.
He surpressed a grin at the wholly inappropriate thought of practicing his killing skills on Astrotrain. We can't have that. He's only doing his job. No reason for me to dislike him...I must have been cooped up in that conference room for too long...
"Very well, Commander Astrotrain. First, as I am sure you recall, it was I who informed you of the Autobot unit heading for the Earth System."
Though since I ordered Death Knell to do everything in his power to attract the Autobots to Earth, I suppose that's not such a coup after all. Good thing Astrotrain here doesn't know about that.
Warcry continued: "If that is not enough to earn your respect, then perhaps a short primer on our personal histories and abilities is in order.
"Stormhawk," Warcry gestured to the seeker standing on his right, "is a trained intelligence agent. He was experienced in the field before we left Cybertron, and I would imagine he now ranks among the best in his line of work. In addition, he is also an exceptional pilot, with extremely good deep-space tactical skills. Thus, he is the only one of my officers that I trust with command of the Flamberge for long periods of time.
"Thunderflare," a nod to the seeker standing to Warcry's left, "is one of the most powerful warriors I have ever seen. He is useful in assault missions, or as a bodyguard.
"As for myself," Warcry stated, trying to keep pride from seeping into his voice, "I am fully trained in the art of Metalikato. I have over six million years of combat experience, and over four million years of command experience. I carry a highly advanced Pretender shell. Also, I have slight precognitive abilities.
"Now, as for our presence here, as I explained before, we were part of a group that attempted to rebel against the Decepticon authorities of our time. We fought a short civil war, throughout the Ibex Quadrant. We lost. We were given the choice to accept exile, or be executed. We left. Now, after spending so much time in exile, six of us have decided to return home. We wanted nothing more than to fight alongside our Decepticon brothers, against the Autobots. So, we took the Flamberge, and we came. Three of my troops, I left in the Earth system for a training excercise, and the three of us came here, to join Lord Teratron's glorious army.
"Is there anything else you'd like to know?"
He surpressed a grin at the wholly inappropriate thought of practicing his killing skills on Astrotrain. We can't have that. He's only doing his job. No reason for me to dislike him...I must have been cooped up in that conference room for too long...
"Very well, Commander Astrotrain. First, as I am sure you recall, it was I who informed you of the Autobot unit heading for the Earth System."
Though since I ordered Death Knell to do everything in his power to attract the Autobots to Earth, I suppose that's not such a coup after all. Good thing Astrotrain here doesn't know about that.
Warcry continued: "If that is not enough to earn your respect, then perhaps a short primer on our personal histories and abilities is in order.
"Stormhawk," Warcry gestured to the seeker standing on his right, "is a trained intelligence agent. He was experienced in the field before we left Cybertron, and I would imagine he now ranks among the best in his line of work. In addition, he is also an exceptional pilot, with extremely good deep-space tactical skills. Thus, he is the only one of my officers that I trust with command of the Flamberge for long periods of time.
"Thunderflare," a nod to the seeker standing to Warcry's left, "is one of the most powerful warriors I have ever seen. He is useful in assault missions, or as a bodyguard.
"As for myself," Warcry stated, trying to keep pride from seeping into his voice, "I am fully trained in the art of Metalikato. I have over six million years of combat experience, and over four million years of command experience. I carry a highly advanced Pretender shell. Also, I have slight precognitive abilities.
"Now, as for our presence here, as I explained before, we were part of a group that attempted to rebel against the Decepticon authorities of our time. We fought a short civil war, throughout the Ibex Quadrant. We lost. We were given the choice to accept exile, or be executed. We left. Now, after spending so much time in exile, six of us have decided to return home. We wanted nothing more than to fight alongside our Decepticon brothers, against the Autobots. So, we took the Flamberge, and we came. Three of my troops, I left in the Earth system for a training excercise, and the three of us came here, to join Lord Teratron's glorious army.
"Is there anything else you'd like to know?"
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"I remember something about that," Astrotrain recalled about the whole Earth-Autobot incident. He thought.
"Metalikato- the same technique used by Bludgeon, the warrior? Explain the philosophy behind that, Warcry. Perhaps it has a place with new recruits. You could impart such knowledge, since the only other practicioner of that ancient craft was Bludgeon, who is dead."
Ramjet directed a question to Thunderflare and Stormhawk:
"So if you guys are time travelers, do we exist in your timeline? I mean, did you fly with my group, or Starscream's? 'Cause I never heard of ya."
"Metalikato- the same technique used by Bludgeon, the warrior? Explain the philosophy behind that, Warcry. Perhaps it has a place with new recruits. You could impart such knowledge, since the only other practicioner of that ancient craft was Bludgeon, who is dead."
Ramjet directed a question to Thunderflare and Stormhawk:
"So if you guys are time travelers, do we exist in your timeline? I mean, did you fly with my group, or Starscream's? 'Cause I never heard of ya."
Warcry's jaw dropped. "Bludgeon...dead? And he was the only one of our kind left? I'm...shocked. Though, it has been quite some time, and we were so few. It is to be expected, I guess, that many things would have changed..."
He stopped to compose himself, then continued, "As to the philosophy behind Metalikato, it is...complex. Suffice it to say, it is a disipline of the mind, more than of the body. It takes a special individual to survive the training that would be required. Dedication, cold, calculating cruelty, and loyalty to those you call friends and allies. If any among your men are capable of learning such an art, I would be glad to be their tutor.
"Even if they are not strong enough to undergo the full training course, I would be willing to instruct them in the physical aspects of Metalikato. Swordsmanship, hand-to-hand fighting, and the like. Not as effective without the mental disipline to augment it, but still...a great asset."
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Stormhawk listened to Ramjet's question.
"You are...Ramjet, aren't you? I vaguely remember you, from all those years ago...
"To answer your question, I personally never flew with any fighter groups on Cybertron. I was designed in the form of a seeker, but I was built solely for espionage. My appearence was intended to confuse by enemies. If they thought I was a soldier, they'd be expecting certain types of actions from me. It made my missions easier, anyway.
"As for Thunderflare, he spent most of his time on Cybertron as far away from battle as he could get. Had quite the streak of cowardice, he did. But he's partly gotten over that now. Or, so I'd hope."
Time travellers, eh? Stormhawk thought to himself, I guess that's pretty much what we are now, isn't it?
He stopped to compose himself, then continued, "As to the philosophy behind Metalikato, it is...complex. Suffice it to say, it is a disipline of the mind, more than of the body. It takes a special individual to survive the training that would be required. Dedication, cold, calculating cruelty, and loyalty to those you call friends and allies. If any among your men are capable of learning such an art, I would be glad to be their tutor.
"Even if they are not strong enough to undergo the full training course, I would be willing to instruct them in the physical aspects of Metalikato. Swordsmanship, hand-to-hand fighting, and the like. Not as effective without the mental disipline to augment it, but still...a great asset."
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Stormhawk listened to Ramjet's question.
"You are...Ramjet, aren't you? I vaguely remember you, from all those years ago...
"To answer your question, I personally never flew with any fighter groups on Cybertron. I was designed in the form of a seeker, but I was built solely for espionage. My appearence was intended to confuse by enemies. If they thought I was a soldier, they'd be expecting certain types of actions from me. It made my missions easier, anyway.
"As for Thunderflare, he spent most of his time on Cybertron as far away from battle as he could get. Had quite the streak of cowardice, he did. But he's partly gotten over that now. Or, so I'd hope."
Time travellers, eh? Stormhawk thought to himself, I guess that's pretty much what we are now, isn't it?
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Astrotrain narrowed his optics.
"Bludgeon was a subversive who stood against Lord Teratron's rule, and thus he is dead because of it. Should I worry about another Metalikato Master, who may also dream of leadership?"
Astrotrain carefully brought out Bludgeon's head from inside his desk, and laid it out so Warcry could see it.
"Lord Teratron took Bludgeon apart with his bare hands. I've seen the data tapes of the fight, and it wasn't pretty. I've been meaning to get this grinning skull of his mounted and present it to my Lord as a congratulatory gift. Quite striking, don't you agree? Scrapper is working on a suitable presentation stand for it."
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Ramjet nodded.
"Yep, Ramjet's me."
"So, you don't fight huh?" he scratched his cone and looked at Stormhawk. "I guess a jet spy's OK."
The white jet looked at Thunderflare, and smirked.
"If you didn't fight, what did you do on Cybertron? Keep Shockwave company?"
"Bludgeon was a subversive who stood against Lord Teratron's rule, and thus he is dead because of it. Should I worry about another Metalikato Master, who may also dream of leadership?"
Astrotrain carefully brought out Bludgeon's head from inside his desk, and laid it out so Warcry could see it.
"Lord Teratron took Bludgeon apart with his bare hands. I've seen the data tapes of the fight, and it wasn't pretty. I've been meaning to get this grinning skull of his mounted and present it to my Lord as a congratulatory gift. Quite striking, don't you agree? Scrapper is working on a suitable presentation stand for it."
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Ramjet nodded.
"Yep, Ramjet's me."
"So, you don't fight huh?" he scratched his cone and looked at Stormhawk. "I guess a jet spy's OK."
The white jet looked at Thunderflare, and smirked.
"If you didn't fight, what did you do on Cybertron? Keep Shockwave company?"
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Ultra Magnus knew this wasn't going to be easy, someone had to talk to Teratron, someone had to take Optimus Prime's place in the keeping of the peace between the long warring factions. Ultra Magnus didn't take too long to find Teratron, "I'm sorry it took so long, we were working out command issues, Optimus Prime is gone and the one he left in charge was just damaged and unable to come here, but none-the-less we must discuss some things."
Warcry shook his head emphatically. "Bludgeon was always a bit of a fanatic. It doesn't surprise me that he went that way. But, I assure you, whether or not I desire leadership, if I give Lord Teratron my loyalty, he shall have it until one of us is dead. I will not betray him. In that, you can trust, Astrotrain."
Though, if you notice, I did not tell you that you shouldn't worry about me. Only that you shouldn't worry about me betraying Teratron. Did he catch the disinction, I wonder?
Warcry stared at the skull. "Amazing. Perhaps I should see this recording of the fight. Regardless, anyone capable of so easily destroying a Metalikato warrior is deserving of my respect, at the very least. I am beginning to think I will like this Lord Teratron."
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Stormhawk nodded. "Usually don't fight unless my cover gets blown, or unless I'm in space. Not to say I can't, but I like it better when I can get my foes to kill eachother for me."
Thunderflare also responded to Ramjet's question. "Mostly, I pulled guard duty. Or urban patrol duty. Boring stuff. Though I don't have much of a choice anymore. We all fought in the Core. We had to. I learned."
Though, if you notice, I did not tell you that you shouldn't worry about me. Only that you shouldn't worry about me betraying Teratron. Did he catch the disinction, I wonder?
Warcry stared at the skull. "Amazing. Perhaps I should see this recording of the fight. Regardless, anyone capable of so easily destroying a Metalikato warrior is deserving of my respect, at the very least. I am beginning to think I will like this Lord Teratron."
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Stormhawk nodded. "Usually don't fight unless my cover gets blown, or unless I'm in space. Not to say I can't, but I like it better when I can get my foes to kill eachother for me."
Thunderflare also responded to Ramjet's question. "Mostly, I pulled guard duty. Or urban patrol duty. Boring stuff. Though I don't have much of a choice anymore. We all fought in the Core. We had to. I learned."
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"Of course," Astrotrain replied easily, smiling grimly, "those who fail to respect my Lord end up as terminated units."
Astrotrain steepled his hands.
The Metrodrones will be able to track this arrogant warrior. All Metalikato Masters are the same- practicing a dead art and wrapped up in their own mystic babble. No matter. He'll serve his purpose.
"Let's hope Lord Teratron returns the distinction," Astrotrain replied to Warcry's respectful tone.
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Ramjet nodded.
"Sure. Sounds good to me. Say, you didn't run into a crazy Autobot tank back then, did ya? Name's Warpath. He and I have...some issues to resolve. Don't know if he's still alive in this time, though."
Astrotrain steepled his hands.
The Metrodrones will be able to track this arrogant warrior. All Metalikato Masters are the same- practicing a dead art and wrapped up in their own mystic babble. No matter. He'll serve his purpose.
"Let's hope Lord Teratron returns the distinction," Astrotrain replied to Warcry's respectful tone.
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Ramjet nodded.
"Sure. Sounds good to me. Say, you didn't run into a crazy Autobot tank back then, did ya? Name's Warpath. He and I have...some issues to resolve. Don't know if he's still alive in this time, though."
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Astrotrain nodded.
"At the moment, I believe Lord Teratron is completing some urgent business. However, feel free to ask questions of me if you wish."
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Ramjet pointed to his cone.
"Crazy schizoid broke my cone more times than I can count. Rumble knows what I'm talking about," he said bitterly. "Maybe you guyts aren't so bad after all."
"At the moment, I believe Lord Teratron is completing some urgent business. However, feel free to ask questions of me if you wish."
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Ramjet pointed to his cone.
"Crazy schizoid broke my cone more times than I can count. Rumble knows what I'm talking about," he said bitterly. "Maybe you guyts aren't so bad after all."
"Who--?"
Teratron looked up from his seat on the balcony. Upon sighting the interrupter, he huffed and gazed back out at the scene below the bridge.
"I didn't think Autobots were allowed in Tarn these days. Prime has you all on such a tight leash that you just might choke."
He pushed himself from his perch and stepped up to the edge. Ah, Tarn. City of industry. City of heroes. City of betrayal. Teratron pondered that this, symbolically, should have served much better as the Decepticons' traditional capitol...
"We have plenty to discuss, indeed. I was hoping to convene with Prime, but of course, he was too busy to discuss the fragility of Cybertron's peace, as well as its existence. I understand that joyriding takes precedence to saving the Universe..."
He spun around abruptly and stared at Magnus. Oh, he knew that one. He was on the files. But why. Mmmm...
"You're familiar with diplomatic tactics, I'm sure. The visiting party speaks first."
Teratron looked up from his seat on the balcony. Upon sighting the interrupter, he huffed and gazed back out at the scene below the bridge.
"I didn't think Autobots were allowed in Tarn these days. Prime has you all on such a tight leash that you just might choke."
He pushed himself from his perch and stepped up to the edge. Ah, Tarn. City of industry. City of heroes. City of betrayal. Teratron pondered that this, symbolically, should have served much better as the Decepticons' traditional capitol...
"We have plenty to discuss, indeed. I was hoping to convene with Prime, but of course, he was too busy to discuss the fragility of Cybertron's peace, as well as its existence. I understand that joyriding takes precedence to saving the Universe..."
He spun around abruptly and stared at Magnus. Oh, he knew that one. He was on the files. But why. Mmmm...
"You're familiar with diplomatic tactics, I'm sure. The visiting party speaks first."