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"There is a couple of things I was wondering about," Warcry said to Astrotrain. "First, do you have any holographic training facilities around here? It's been a while since my men were able to practice their combat skills. Second, are we going to be seeing any action soon, that I should prepare for?"
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Stormhawk nodded to Ramjet. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Thunderflare simply nodded, not quite sure what Ramjet had meant.
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Astrotrain laughed.
"Of course. Metrotitan possesses a variety of such facilities. One of my Metrodrones will escort you to one."
As if on cue, a Metrodrone appeared, bowed, and indicated a direction it was to follow.
"And as to your second question...that's classified." Astrotrain rose. "It's been a pleasure, but I am a busy robot. Ramjet, show these gentlebots out, please."
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Ramjet stretched, getting up from his perch. He clapped one hand a piece on the backs of Thunderflare and Stormhawk as he showed them out.
"Nice meetin' you guys," he said. "We'll have to knock back a few Energon drinks together sometime. Now the boss needs some time to himself."
"Of course. Metrotitan possesses a variety of such facilities. One of my Metrodrones will escort you to one."
As if on cue, a Metrodrone appeared, bowed, and indicated a direction it was to follow.
"And as to your second question...that's classified." Astrotrain rose. "It's been a pleasure, but I am a busy robot. Ramjet, show these gentlebots out, please."
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Ramjet stretched, getting up from his perch. He clapped one hand a piece on the backs of Thunderflare and Stormhawk as he showed them out.
"Nice meetin' you guys," he said. "We'll have to knock back a few Energon drinks together sometime. Now the boss needs some time to himself."
Warcry nodded to Astrotrain, "Classified? I understand. I'll get the boys training back up to combat duty levels anyway, just to be prepared. Thank you for your time."
Not a bad bot, I suppose, Warcry thought. For an administrator, anyway.
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Stormhawk smiled to Ramjet, "Nice to meet you, too. It's good to know that there are still other seekers out fighting for the Decepticons."
Thunderflare cut in: "And it's good to know that you seem to know how to have a good time, unlike Stormhawk here."
Stormhawk shot him a withering glare, then walked behind Warcry as he followed the metrodrone out of Astrotrain's office. Thunderflare left after them.
Not a bad bot, I suppose, Warcry thought. For an administrator, anyway.
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Stormhawk smiled to Ramjet, "Nice to meet you, too. It's good to know that there are still other seekers out fighting for the Decepticons."
Thunderflare cut in: "And it's good to know that you seem to know how to have a good time, unlike Stormhawk here."
Stormhawk shot him a withering glare, then walked behind Warcry as he followed the metrodrone out of Astrotrain's office. Thunderflare left after them.
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The Metrodrone, a smaller version of Metrotitan, led Wacry's crew to a training room.
"This is the room which you seek," it said. "You may fit the room to your specifications and scenarios."
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Ramjet smirked as Warcry's crew left the office. The door shut behind them.
"Fun bunch," he left, before sitting in the chair across from Astrotrain's desk.
Astrotrain silently examined Bludgeon's head, cradling it in his hands.
"Ramjet, tell me; do you have any regrets?"
"Sure; who doesn't?"
"I-"
Metrotitan's voice suddenly entered the room.
"Commander," he said.
"Speak," Astrotrain said, dropping Bludgeon's head back to his desk. Ramjet, stratled, perked up.
"I sense another City. My long range scanners indicate it has been re-activated."
"Clarify!" Astrotrain said.
"Unable," Metrotitan returned. "Data incomplete."
"Very well," Astrotrain said. "This requires Lord Teratron's attention. When he returns, I will present a report."
Scrapper entered, carrying a simple onyx stand, with a gold rod, fit for embedding things.
"Commander," the Constructicon leader said, half-bowing, "the stand you requested for Lord Teratron is finished."
Astrotrain passed over Bludgeon's Pretender head, and Scrapper affixed it to the stand. The stand itself read "To Teratron, Lord and Leader of the Decepticons. Peace through tyranny.--Astrotrain" which was affixed to a purple plaque, matching the Decepticon sigil color. It's letters were simple and direct.
Scrapper handed it back to Astrotrain.
"Perfectly embodies my philosphy, Astrotrain," he rasped, bowed again, then left.
Astrotrain placed it in front of his desk and asked Ramjet:
"How do you find it?"
"Morbid," he said. "Dirge would like it."
"That's not the point," he muttered. "Symbolism was never a great point with you, Ramjet. Don't you recognize the quote?"
"Nope," Ramjet said cheerfully.
"You're hopeless," Astrotrain replied, and returned to his paperwork.
"This is the room which you seek," it said. "You may fit the room to your specifications and scenarios."
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Ramjet smirked as Warcry's crew left the office. The door shut behind them.
"Fun bunch," he left, before sitting in the chair across from Astrotrain's desk.
Astrotrain silently examined Bludgeon's head, cradling it in his hands.
"Ramjet, tell me; do you have any regrets?"
"Sure; who doesn't?"
"I-"
Metrotitan's voice suddenly entered the room.
"Commander," he said.
"Speak," Astrotrain said, dropping Bludgeon's head back to his desk. Ramjet, stratled, perked up.
"I sense another City. My long range scanners indicate it has been re-activated."
"Clarify!" Astrotrain said.
"Unable," Metrotitan returned. "Data incomplete."
"Very well," Astrotrain said. "This requires Lord Teratron's attention. When he returns, I will present a report."
Scrapper entered, carrying a simple onyx stand, with a gold rod, fit for embedding things.
"Commander," the Constructicon leader said, half-bowing, "the stand you requested for Lord Teratron is finished."
Astrotrain passed over Bludgeon's Pretender head, and Scrapper affixed it to the stand. The stand itself read "To Teratron, Lord and Leader of the Decepticons. Peace through tyranny.--Astrotrain" which was affixed to a purple plaque, matching the Decepticon sigil color. It's letters were simple and direct.
Scrapper handed it back to Astrotrain.
"Perfectly embodies my philosphy, Astrotrain," he rasped, bowed again, then left.
Astrotrain placed it in front of his desk and asked Ramjet:
"How do you find it?"
"Morbid," he said. "Dirge would like it."
"That's not the point," he muttered. "Symbolism was never a great point with you, Ramjet. Don't you recognize the quote?"
"Nope," Ramjet said cheerfully.
"You're hopeless," Astrotrain replied, and returned to his paperwork.
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Using his bond with Teratron, Galvatron was able to navigate undetected to his one true friend's location at Iacon.
Meeting with Ultra Magnus...my poor friend...
Galvatron: "The burden has been great for you, has it not old friend? "
Pointblank and Cyclonus landed beside Galvatron as the trio awaited acknowledgement from the current Decepticon Ruler.
Meeting with Ultra Magnus...my poor friend...
Galvatron: "The burden has been great for you, has it not old friend? "
Pointblank and Cyclonus landed beside Galvatron as the trio awaited acknowledgement from the current Decepticon Ruler.
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Ultra Magnus opened his mouth to defend Prime but he actually had little to say at the moment so he just started but not on any better of a foot, "Actually Teratron, you're the one visiting Iacon... but no matter, the Autobots on Earth, they're not there with the authorization of the Autobot high command... but I must know what you plan to do with them."
Teratron glared at Magnus, but the expression on his face remained facetiously friendly. He shrugged loosely, head bobbing around with false boredom.
"Oh, that will depend on what the situation demands. What amazes me, though, is that you would just allow Autobots to be terrorizing a world where they don't belong like that. Really. I mean, I'm sure they have some nostalgia with the planet, but it simply isn't their--"
For a moment, he fell silent. Like a bullet in the back. Like the eye of a storm. And then, slowly, he turned.
"Well, well," he commented. "Galvatron. You never did strike me as the type to enjoy the retired life. And with Autobots in tow? But then, these are strange times..."
He glanced back at Magnus, still smirking.
"I suppose there's more you'd like to discuss, isn't there?"
"Oh, that will depend on what the situation demands. What amazes me, though, is that you would just allow Autobots to be terrorizing a world where they don't belong like that. Really. I mean, I'm sure they have some nostalgia with the planet, but it simply isn't their--"
For a moment, he fell silent. Like a bullet in the back. Like the eye of a storm. And then, slowly, he turned.
"Well, well," he commented. "Galvatron. You never did strike me as the type to enjoy the retired life. And with Autobots in tow? But then, these are strange times..."
He glanced back at Magnus, still smirking.
"I suppose there's more you'd like to discuss, isn't there?"
Metrotitan's medbay.
Within the repair bay/infirmary/medbay of MetroTitian, the dimmed lights mixed with a small bright light glowed over a few forms. One form was dark & enormous to human standards.
A few drones worked to finally end the repairs & revival of this fembot warrior.
Her optics flicker every few minutes at a regular interval, as the energy flowed into her form to sustain her.
When repairs were complete & with an updated form now, the crimson optics flickered faster & then glowed bright as she came back online. As her optics registered the surrounding, she sat up & slid off the table. Standing to her full height of nearly 40 feet, her joints moved to take inventory of the repairs & new equipment & updates.
She turned to look at a drone as it stepped back. But she said nothing. She had been offline for a while. Her data & memory banks searched frantically for all information through her meta processor. Now at full power, she trudge towards the door to leave. The drones didn't attempt to stop her. This had happened before if she was stopped when she deemed she was ready, then that mechanism would be turned quickly into scrap metal.
Corridors of MetroTitan
As she wandered about, heading 'subconciously' to where she deemed the Headquarters to be.
Memories that were stored were finally coming back to her. Starting from her creation, her loyalty to Gamma, the war with the Autobots & most recently... the loss of Megatron. With that, the Autobots seemed to have won the Great War. Why? All because of a mechanism who claimed to be a reformated Megatron. His name - Galvatron. Her energy boiled in her curcuits, as the anger swelled. But, it seemed that this was perhaps not the case. She didn't seem to be an Autobot prisoner. She smirked, would be fun to see the sights of the Autobots explaining the demise of several Autobots, the majority of them being the fembots.
Curious of where she was, she set about the structure to study it, to learn where she was. It was unfamiliar to her.
Her optics fell upon a bot here & there, but not saying a word to any of them. Her optics glared at them in a wicked & cautious look. Her optics were new, a design that was old yet new. Not exactly her design or idea. But it helped with her abilities of recon & intelligence. The iris' of the optics focused, zooming in & out as she glanced about.
After a good spell wandering around, she came to the 'command wing'. Or so it seemed. Curious as to who was still in control, as it couldn't be Galvatron. Galvatron wouldn't be able to make such a huge comeback like this. Let alone, the Decepticons advancing in such a way would be difficult considering his crazed dilemma.
She found her way to the commander's chambers. Somehow she had gotten there. She didn't believe in luck, just determination. She was slightly surprize that guards were not posted at the doorway.
As she came towards the doorway, she noticed the title upon the plaque: Teratron.
Teratron? Who was that? she thought. Her curiousity was overwhelming at this time. Her hand wandered over the doorway. Then knocked. Didn't seem to be an answer, as she moved to the access panel next to the door, placing her hand on the panel to access, upload & 'pop the lock.' within a few seconds the door whooshed open.
Commander's Room
The bright light was an off set of what she was used to, her optical sensors compensated, as she stepped up to another door & accessed that one as well by placing her hand upon it. The second door opened as she stepped in. Her optics glanced about, the iris' compensating the leap from bright light to a dim light.
Stepping in, she moved like the stealth fighter she was, closer to the 'command desk' is what she assumed was before her. The room was decorated with many gadgets & comp stations. Whoever was seated here, was obviously a very decent commander. But where they a decent enough Leader. She stalked towards one of the comp stations. She was no Soundwave & could hack into anything, but she had to find out anything to what was going on & why she was brought back online.
Within the repair bay/infirmary/medbay of MetroTitian, the dimmed lights mixed with a small bright light glowed over a few forms. One form was dark & enormous to human standards.
A few drones worked to finally end the repairs & revival of this fembot warrior.
Her optics flicker every few minutes at a regular interval, as the energy flowed into her form to sustain her.
When repairs were complete & with an updated form now, the crimson optics flickered faster & then glowed bright as she came back online. As her optics registered the surrounding, she sat up & slid off the table. Standing to her full height of nearly 40 feet, her joints moved to take inventory of the repairs & new equipment & updates.
She turned to look at a drone as it stepped back. But she said nothing. She had been offline for a while. Her data & memory banks searched frantically for all information through her meta processor. Now at full power, she trudge towards the door to leave. The drones didn't attempt to stop her. This had happened before if she was stopped when she deemed she was ready, then that mechanism would be turned quickly into scrap metal.
Corridors of MetroTitan
As she wandered about, heading 'subconciously' to where she deemed the Headquarters to be.
Memories that were stored were finally coming back to her. Starting from her creation, her loyalty to Gamma, the war with the Autobots & most recently... the loss of Megatron. With that, the Autobots seemed to have won the Great War. Why? All because of a mechanism who claimed to be a reformated Megatron. His name - Galvatron. Her energy boiled in her curcuits, as the anger swelled. But, it seemed that this was perhaps not the case. She didn't seem to be an Autobot prisoner. She smirked, would be fun to see the sights of the Autobots explaining the demise of several Autobots, the majority of them being the fembots.
Curious of where she was, she set about the structure to study it, to learn where she was. It was unfamiliar to her.
Her optics fell upon a bot here & there, but not saying a word to any of them. Her optics glared at them in a wicked & cautious look. Her optics were new, a design that was old yet new. Not exactly her design or idea. But it helped with her abilities of recon & intelligence. The iris' of the optics focused, zooming in & out as she glanced about.
After a good spell wandering around, she came to the 'command wing'. Or so it seemed. Curious as to who was still in control, as it couldn't be Galvatron. Galvatron wouldn't be able to make such a huge comeback like this. Let alone, the Decepticons advancing in such a way would be difficult considering his crazed dilemma.
She found her way to the commander's chambers. Somehow she had gotten there. She didn't believe in luck, just determination. She was slightly surprize that guards were not posted at the doorway.
As she came towards the doorway, she noticed the title upon the plaque: Teratron.
Teratron? Who was that? she thought. Her curiousity was overwhelming at this time. Her hand wandered over the doorway. Then knocked. Didn't seem to be an answer, as she moved to the access panel next to the door, placing her hand on the panel to access, upload & 'pop the lock.' within a few seconds the door whooshed open.
Commander's Room
The bright light was an off set of what she was used to, her optical sensors compensated, as she stepped up to another door & accessed that one as well by placing her hand upon it. The second door opened as she stepped in. Her optics glanced about, the iris' compensating the leap from bright light to a dim light.
Stepping in, she moved like the stealth fighter she was, closer to the 'command desk' is what she assumed was before her. The room was decorated with many gadgets & comp stations. Whoever was seated here, was obviously a very decent commander. But where they a decent enough Leader. She stalked towards one of the comp stations. She was no Soundwave & could hack into anything, but she had to find out anything to what was going on & why she was brought back online.
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"We have encountered an interesting situation on Earth, Astrotrain", Snake said. "It seems that the dear departed Insecticons are the only ones who can clear us of our names. Unforturnately, they have been destroyed. Now, we can repair and reprogram them, but their parts are not on Earth. Have any ships arrived at Metrotitain carrying Cybertronian alloys?"
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Warcry and his troops were in the midst of their third holographic training exercise when Astrotrain's call came through the training room's comm.
"I'll be there in a moment, Astrotrain," Warcry said. He turned to Stormhawk and Thunderflare. "You two keep this up. If we need to fight someone, I want you to be ready."
Warcry exited the training room, and headed towards Astrotrain's office.
"I'll be there in a moment, Astrotrain," Warcry said. He turned to Stormhawk and Thunderflare. "You two keep this up. If we need to fight someone, I want you to be ready."
Warcry exited the training room, and headed towards Astrotrain's office.
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"Teratron... those Autobots that voilated Decepticon space, are our responbility can I ask that they he handed over to our command for thier punishment?" Magnus knew that Teratron was actually in control of this situation and the determination on what was to be done to those that had broke the treaty, so Magnus was reduced to just asking Teratron, but his tactics didn't end there he had to change the subject to give it more time, "But in actaullity I believe there are other matters, such as the reason behind your visit to Iacon..."
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