Beast Wars Voyager part 2

By: Festus3 festus3@netins.net


Scene opens above the moons of Mornos, where team Almatron and team Omegon's ship has just come out of transwarp space, the only problem is that they are face to face with thousands of defense droids.

B'BOOM: Slag! (Silverbolt picks up the intercom again.)

SILVERBOLT: Team Omeg- (A bionic arm taps on his shoulder.)

SIENT: We heard you.

TRIEX: Wow! That's al ot of droids, (he turns kind of pale.) Okay, uh, stick to the plan, Sient you stay and pilot the ship while the rest of us go down and get those freighters, (he pauses) we will need allot of cover-fire. (he turns to team Almatron) There are nine ship-to-surface pods in the cargo hold, we'll use those to get to the freighters.

B'BOOM: This is going to be a bumpy ride!

BLACKARACHNIA: What are we waiting for? Let's go! (they run off down the corridor leading to the cargo hold. When they get there Blackarachnia gives Silverbolt a kiss.) For luck.

TIGATRON: (holds Airrazor's hand) This is a perilous mission, I will protect you. (Inferno and B'boom look at each other.)

B'BOOM and INFERNO: Don't even think about it! (everyone get's in their own pod and seals the air lock.)

BORMON: (over wrist intercom) Punch it Sient! (The cargo hold door opens and the nine pods start their one-use engines and rocket out of the ship, straight into thousands of defense droids.)

B'BOOM: Slag! (the defense droids start firing, but the pods are made out of slipstream alloys so they can withstand a small amount of laser-fire, Sient's cover-fire wiping out one droid at a time.)

SIENT: (Inside the cockpit.) Hmm, let's try the scatter-beam. (He pushes a few buttons and three-foot wide orb of energy shoots out of the front of the ship.)

SILVERBOLT: What's that? (a defense droid flies close to it to investigate, then it starts spinning wildly and suddenly explodes into hundreds of laser beams that scatter randomly in every direction, destroying or crippling defense droids.)

SPIKE: Who-hoo! (Sient waits for the pods to get a little lower and then deploys more scatter beams. The pods make it through the atmosphere and land in the middle of a mountain range. Everyone climbs out.)

TIGATRON: Now what?

TRIEX: (Walks up to the edge of the cliff and looks down into the valley.) We get those. (He points to the nine freighters parked next to a bunker.)

AIRRAZOR: What? We're just going to walk down there?

INFERNO: Do you have an alternative?

AIRRAZOR: Let's go. (But, just as they are about to head into the valley a wave of defense droids flies up towards them.)

SILVERBOLT: Fire! (Team Almatron starts firing like crazy as Triex, Spike, and Bormon head toward the freighters.) Inferno, B'boom cover them! (Inferno converts to tank and B'boom sits down on his back.)

B'BOOM: Let's go! (Inferno starts unleashing fire-balls on defense droids, as they fall, they fulfill their programming by self-destructing.)

SPIKE: Look! (he points at the bunker's roof that is starting to open.)

BORMON: Here come more droids! (Tons of droids pour out of the bunker.)

B'BOOM: Triex, you Bormon and Spike get to your freighters, we'll cover you. (Silverbolt calls in over his comlink.)

SILVERBOLT: We have a problem, something we did not expect. (he turns his comlink camera towards the horizon where there are thousands upon thousands of black dots.)

B'BOOM: (Jarred by a droid self-destructing nearby.) What are they?

SILVERBOLT: A fleet of manned fighters.

B'BOOM: (His mouth opens in a silent scream, then he changes his freequency.) Triex! Get to those freighters as fast as you can.

SILVERBOLT: We are on our way as well. (They convert to their flight modes and head toward the freighters. Triex, Bormon, and Spike are almost to their ships with Inferno and B'boom not far behind and the last four still a good distance away.)

TRIEX: (to Sient over his radio.) Sient, are you okay? (Sient's voice responds over the radio.)

SIENT: Yeah, I'm cloked right now.

TRIEX: Remember the special package I brought?

SIENT: (his tone of voice becomes deepeningly serious.) Yes sir.

TRIEX: Drop it on my signal. (Triex, Spike, and Bormon make it to their ships.)

B'BOOM: (Over comlink) They made it! (Suddenly a defense droid lands in front of them and prepares to fire, then, 'BOOM!' it is shot in the chest by Blackarachnia and Airrazor at the same time. The four fly ahead and land safely by their freighters and get in. Inside Triex's freighter.)

TRIEX: Sient drop it! (Suddenly a black, finned battleship comes out of cloke just inside the atmosphere, out of one of the torpedo tubes drops a gray object just as Inferno and B'boom get in their freighters.)

INFERNO: What did they just drop? (Nobody answers they are all busy taking off, Inferno and B'boom are out of the atmosphere just as the object hits the ground. 'BOOOOOOM!!!!' the freighters are jarred even past the escape velocity point by the explosion.)

B'BOOM: What the slaggin' pit was that!?

SILVERBOLT: (over the radio to Triex) What was that!? (there is no response.)

TIREX: (Over a private comlink to team Omegon.) They weren't destroyed, they got off the ground faster than we thought.

SIENT: Dang, they're powerfull warriors, to bad they work for the pirates.

TRIEX: It's okay, it's okay, Spike do you still have that magnetic disruptor?

SPIKE: Yeah.

BORMON: Good, we can still get them on the ship. (The freighters follow the battleship through transwarp space to a halfway point on a deserted star base.)

SILVERBOLT: Triex, what was that explosion! (The rest of team Almatron walks up behind him.)

TRIEX: It was not caused by us, (He gives a quick nervous glance to Spike.) It must have been a self-destruct sequence.

B'BOOM: Bull-slag! I saw that thing fall out of your ship!

TRIEX: Now! (Spike pulls out a small gun-like object and fires it at Silverbolt.)

SILVERBOLT: Ah! (He starts to short out but recovers.) hmm similar to energon build-up, our transmetal bodies are immune. (the four members of team Omegon pull out small assult weapons. Inferno has a slight smirk on his face, then team Almatron pull out their guns; Inferno's Flame-cannon, Tigatron's crio-gun, Blackarachnia's venom blaster, Silverbolt's muzzle-gun, Airrazor's shoulder guns, and B'boom's jaw uzzies.)

AIRRAZOR: What's the big idea? Why did you try to slag us? (Triex sets his gun down slowly as the other three do and puts his hands up.)

TRIEX: Go on, kill us.

INFERNO: Answer our question first. (Team Omergon looks at each other and their heads lower in defeat.)

TRIEX: We are spies, spies of the Cormon Alliance, we have worked for the pirates for-

BLACKARACHNIA: What!

B'BOOM: (Snaps his fingers and sparks fly out from between them.) That's it! I remember now, Cormon said that the spies have been planted for five stellar cycles.

SPIKE: How do you know that!? (Silverbolt lowers his weapon.)

SILVERBOLT: You could say the we are, kindred spirits.


Scene goes to much later thet night in the abandoned gally of the star base where they are sitting at the tables, Team Almatron in beast mode, both teams enjoying food from the crio-refrigerater.

TIGATRON: Amazing, this is absolutely amazing!

TRIEX: I can't believe that we almost destroyed the most powerful warriors the alliance has.

AIRRAZOR: There is still the matter of the freighters cargo, it is obviously very valuable and most likely powerful, so we can't take them to the Pirate's Guild.

BORMON: We could use them against the Pirate's Guild.

B'BOOM: We don't even know what they are.

SPIKE: We could find out. (grins spread around the room.)


Scene goes to the inside of the first freighter where it is pitch black until they open the door and you see Silverbolt's face, look inside.

BLACKARACHNIA: (All of the robots are in robot mode now.) What are they? (There are five crates fastened with stabilizer restraints, the crates are twice as big as Inferno.)

AIRRAZOR: Maybe that could tell you. (She points to a clipboard hanging on the wall, Tigatron walks up to it and reads the writing out loud.)

TIGATRON: Lunar tracter beam, five count.

B'BOOM: Lunar? As in moon! This thing can tow a moon!?

TIGATRON: No, it's just a name, but, it says that it can capture and restrain any ship known in this section of the galaxy.

TRIEX: We could use this.

INFERNO: I shall install it right away.

B'BOOM: I'll help. (The two bots lift up one of the crates and start carrying it away.) We'll just replace the old one.

SILVERBOLT: Shall we move on? (They walk out of the freighter and head to the next one, when they get there they open the door and see ten crates just a little smaller but longer than the last, Tigatron walks up to the clipboard.)

TIGATRON: Fusion cannon, ten count.

AIRRAZOR: What's the difference between this and our photon gun?

BLACKARACHNIA: It's twice as powerful.

AIRRAZOR: Oh.

TRIEX: We could replace the photon gun with this.

SPIKE: I'll handle it. (He lifts up one of the crates and walks out of the door.)

BORMON: So far these things have been paying off. (They head to the next one, inside it is ten more crates that are long and thin.)

TIGATRON: Homing electro viral torpedo launchers, ten count, (he reads the small detail note.) They launch bursts of energy that can disable a space station.

TRIEX: Sient, take two of them and replace the space bomb tubes.

SIENT: You bet, (He sets one on top of another with the help of Silverbolt and starts dragging them toward the ship.)

SILVERBOLT: How are these weapons manufactured?

BORMON: We think it might be the Maltese Sanction.

B'BOOM: That wierd bird-gut mentioned them, who are they?

BORMON: The most technologically advanced species we know of.

SILVERBOLT: Let us continue. (The next freighter has a row of metal slabs about ten feet across stacked vertically inside floor divets.)

TIGATRON: Teleportation decks, twenty count.

BLACKARACHNIA: Wow! a real teleporter! (She runs a hand across one,) I'll install it. (She lefts one up on her back and walks off.)

SILVERBOLT: She's so easy to satisfy. (Then he realizes the other four are looking at him,) Uh, well, uh, shall we continue. (the next room has five very large crates, even larger than the first.)

TIGATRON: Scatter cannons, five count, and the notation says that they fire three bursts at once.

SILVERBOLT: Good, we can replace the old one with it.

BORMON: (reading the configuration on a crate,) No, these can be mounted on the four wings of the ship, I saw a forklift back at the loading bay. (he runs off to get the forklift.)

AIRRAZOR: Next. (the next one has a smaller three by three-foot crate securely fastened to the floor.)

TIGATRON: Personal cloaking devices, one-hundred count.

SILVERBOLT: Airrazor, would you be so kind as to take ten of them back to the ship?

AIRRAZOR: Of course. (She opens the lid and takes out ten cassette-sized plastic containers, she then walks away.)

TRIEX: Those could prove to be useful.

SILVERBOLT: Indeed. (When they arrive at the next one they find five four by four foot crates.)

TIGATRON: Cloaking device, five count.

TRIEX: We already have a cloaking device.

TIGATRON: Not like this one, we can opperate all systems while it's on, even weapons.

SILVERBOLT: Impressive, Tigatron please take it back to the ship and replace our old one. (Tigatron picks up the first crate and carries it out of the cargo bay, while he is walking down the passage he passes by Airrazor who has already dropped off the personal cloaking devices.)

TRIEX: Two to go. (Silverbolt follows Triex out of the door and they meet up with Airrazor, inside the next one there are only two crates that are about three feet long and one foot wide.)

SILVERBOLT: (Stands there untill he realizes Tigatron is gone, then walks up to the clipboard.) Cloak-finder, two count.

TRIEX: Let me guess it can shut down the cloak of an enemy ship?

AIRRAZOR: Apparently, I'll replace our original scatter beam, we don't need it anymore. (She picks up the small crate and walks off toward the ship. Triex and Silverbolt move to the next and last freighter.)

TRIEX: Last one. (He walks up to the clipboard and his face grows pale.)

SILVERBOLT: What's wrong? (He looks at the small square-meter black metal box so heavily chained down and restrained that it can't move an inch.)

TRIEX: (He sighs and then reads the clipboard,) Planetary devastater, one count. (He lets the clipboard fall to the ground.) Cormon must have been desperate.

SILVERBOLT: How are you sure it was him buying these weapons?

TRIEX: He is the second richest man in this quandrant, and these weapons must have a pretty big price tag.

SILVERBOLT: Should we leave it here?

TRIEX: (In deep thought.) Silverbolt, do you consider yourself to be the leader of your team?

SILVERBOLT: Well, yeah I guess.

TRIEX: Then you can make a noble decision.

SILVERBOLT: Of course.

TRIEX: I have to tell you something, the purpose of our spy mission was not just to infiltrate the Pirate's Guild, but to recover and destroy a weapon similar to this. The Maltese that you captured was carrying the mechanism that detonates them.

SILVERBOLT: Them? As in, more than one?

TRIEX: Four, enough to wipe out the primary planets of the alliance with one more to spare. (He pushes the button that releases the box.) Silverbolt this choice is yours, I cannot make this decision.

SILVERBOLT: ( He closes his eyes and sees an entire planet erupting into flames as millions die, but, then, he sees three planets, all with billions of innocent cavilians, billions of lives suddenly snuffed out in one touch of a button. He opens his eyes.) We'll take it, and use it if we must. (His shining transmetal wings drop as he feels the impact of the decision.)

TRIEX: It will save billions. (He picks up the small metal box very carefully.) I'll just tell them it's a new com system. (He walks away to leave Silverbolt alone with his thoughts.)

Scene goes back to the docking bay where the battleship is parked and everyone is working on their own project, Bormon has already finished installing the bottom, left, and right scatter cannons, he is now hanging from a scaffold installing the fourth one.

BORMON: So far, so good. The bottom was the hardest. (The ship is parked there-fore the bottom fin had to fold up into the bottom of the ship.)

BLACKARACHNIA: I'm done. (Inferno and B'boom slide out from under the ship.)

B'BOOM: So are we. (Silverbolt walks up to them.)

SILVERBOLT: As soon as this work is done we should rest. (Sient's voice is barely heard in the background as the camera fades out.)

SIENT: Whoo-hoo!

Scene goes to a large room with rows of bunk beds where Tigatron and Airrazor are just coming in from finishing their work. Silverbolt is sitting at a small table with Triex, a small lamp on the table casts an eerie glow.

SILVERBOLT: How did you meet up with Cormon?

TRIEX: We used to be bounty hunters but that was a pretty risky business.

SILVERBOLT: And spying isn't?

AIRRAZOR: Shhh!

TRIEX: Uh, well this job had a better payoff, plus the guarantee that our records would be wiped clean.

SPIKE & BLACKARACHNIA: Shhhh!

SILVERBOLT: I was wondering, what species are you? (A pillow hits him in the back of the head.)

TRIEX: We are Trandoshan.

EVERYONE: Shut Up!

SILVERBOLT: Interesting, are you from a planet around this area? (He is hit with a barrage of pillows and falls back chair and all.)

TRIEX: I think I'll go to sleep now. (He yawns bearing his razor-sharp crocodile-like teeth.)

SILVERBOLT: (Getting up off the floor,) Yes, I believe that would be a wise decision. (He turns off the lamp and gets in his bunk.)

SILVERBOLT: One more ques-

EVERYONE: SHUT UP!!! (Camera fades.)