ΠΟΰ‘±αhat Ambassador, a Maximal is trying to save you. Maybe you two lovers would like to die together?" laughed Roadblock as they started to destroy both Eightball and Dragstrip.
In orbit
Trough is perplexed. "According to Autobot/Maximal star charts, we have arrived at a unknown location, yet we are somewhere, and someone has already found us." states a very logical Trough. Just then a huge starhip with a circular, cone shaped rings, came out of some sort of transit gate. It had a large whole on its starboard side. Like it had just come out of battle.
"Offensive weapons system detected and is active. Recommended action: Raise Defensive Screens and arm weapons grid." stated Trough. But in a unusual way, Trough then refused his own request. "Recommended action irrelevant. Datum #1-Scanners indicate that Unknown Ship has no none life forms aboard. Datum #2- The Jurassic has no defensive or offensive systems online."
So there they were. The bridge of the mostly destroyed Jurrasic with no weapon systems. And a gigantic alien craft, with its own damage clearly showing. There was silence as Trough decided his next action. If there was a next action.
Back on the planet's surface
The stadium had once been the host of many great games. Near the site of the now-grounded Jurrasic, the stadium towered over the whole area and gave any one inside a bird's eye view of the region. Inside the stadium a lone figure stood staring at the burnt out husk of a city that had once been here. "This world is strange, what happened here I wonder, where did her people go?" asked the architect of the Jurassic's fall to this world, Megaplex.
"But I feel...." said Megaplex, looking at the computers just then becoming active. "...I think our little fall has landed me in a rather impressive new local. I like this relocation!" said the evil Decepticon. This world was in for it.
TO BE CONTNUED!!!!
±―«©§₯£‘]]πe&5 unknown planet
The Jurassic had been through alot. But never had it dealt with
such a calamity. Autotopsy was still in stasis lock aboard the
bridge, which was located in Section A of the ship. The impact
of the Cube of Cybertron blowing apart was too much for
Autotopsy's old frame to handle. The semi-sentient computer of
the Jurassic, called Trough, had still montiored the descent of
the others in Section Z. But now Trough looked out across the
vastness of space as Section H had been destroyed, while Section
B was idle on one of the asteriod's surface. As Trough studied the
down section of the Jurassic something else count its attention.
"Warning Autobots, in coming vessel, Unknown origin. Warning
Autobots, in coming vessel, Unknown origin....." repeated Trough.
It was a good thing Trough was only semi-sentient, because then
it wouldn't feel fear.
In the ruins of walled city
Even for a Transformer, life was not easy, and now the war of
machine versus machine, the Machine War, took a new turn, on a
strange new world. Octane looked up to see the twin suns of this
unknown planet. The computers that Eightball and he had found
could not even tell them their location, let alone radio for help.
"I sure hope Autotopsy made it, Octane." said a somber Eightball.
He, Autotopsy and Octane had served on board the Jurassic since its initial launch as a prison ship, around the same time as the Pax Cybertronia, the First Great Peace since the Great War. "As do I Eightball, but there were several explosions which could have been the other parts of the ship." mentioned Octane. "Dragstrip is still heavily damaged Octane, what should we do?" as the guard looked around for signs of life. Dragstrip, the Predacon Ambassador had been critically wounded by his own assistant, Megaplex's clone. "Help me Maximals, I don't want to die!" mumbled Dragstrip as he reached for Octane. "Eightball, take Ambassador Drasgstrip to where the infirmary WAS, I'm going to check on the rest of the prisoner area" "Yes, sir" said Eightball as he and Dragstrip headed for the infirmary. "And Octane, like the new suit."
Octane had changed. The Jurassic computers, like all major
Cybertronian ships, had had the capacity to rebuild Transformer
life into that of what the surroundings and environment. Octane used to be a simple Iacon transport when he became Chief Warden of the Jurassic Mobile Incarcarary Ship. When he and Megaplex had accidently destroyed the Cube of Cybertron they had crashed here. WHERE, no one knew. But the ship had transformed Octane into a larger more powerful Transformer. He hadnt transformed yet, but he thought that had probably changed to. Eightball and Dragstrip would be changed by the computers. New protocol for the ships informed computers to only re-initialize commanders to stop what happened to Megatron and his Decepticons many years ago. And Octane reached the prison storage area.
Meanhwile inside another level, a lone Transformer was picking
himself off the ground. It was Deluge, a Predacon. "Slag it all!"
said Deluge to himself. "I guess I was thrown out of the hallway".
"Maybe Con, but guess where I am going to throw you?" said
Eightball as he and Dragstrip came up from the equipment area. "Oh
....you going to hurt me Eightball?" asked Deluge as a slight grin
appeared on his face. "Not to much 'Con, I'll leave your optical
units in place so you can watch me take apart the rest of you!"
angerly said Eightball. "Behind you Maximal!" yelled a weaken
Dragstrip as Dover and Roadblock jumped Eightball from behind. "Now Eightball, your a softy, You see, we're not even going to leave YOUR optical units! HAHAHAHA!!" said Deluge as the three Predacons pummeled a already weakened Eightball into the hard metal surface. Dragstrip said "I order you to stop this at o¨
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