by Jacoiros » Mon May 18, 2009 12:48 am
The Pit.
The End.
The End of Everything.
Existence came to an end in this reality, as it always did, with a flash, a bang, and a song of universal annihilation.. That would counter itself countless thousands of eons later with an explosive rebirth.
But for now.. Reality.. As itself.. Was empty.
Chaos had Won. Unlife had Conquered. Devastation..
Triumphant.
Now all there was to do was to wait for the endless cycle to repeat.. For the spirits of the void to be called over to the next realm to continue their eons old struggle.
In this moment of stasis, of destruction settling into nothingness before rebirth..
Life, in a sense, went on in a way as it did in between the destruction and renewal of every continuity.
* * *
Maccadam's Old Oil House - Outside of Time and Space, The Multiverse.. And Everything
Sapients from all corners of reality walked about, to and fro, with no end in sight.. T he fact that they came from all corners of reality itself, from entirely different continuums and timespans, from eons far ahead and far behind.. Had no meaning here.
For the giant killer robots that populated this realm.. They were merely having a drink in a watering hole removed from the war, until it began again.
Here, Scrapper and his so-called team of Constructicons were having a ‘discussion´.
Hook went, “Brute force!? Brute force?! My utter, impeccable skill and perfection reduced to that hideous monstrocity we amalgamate to with no end to the utter humiliation in sight?!”
Scrapper just sighed over at his erstwhile ‘second in command´ of the Constructions, “Hook, Devastator is the most powerful Decepticon warrior, and Megatron likes him that way. Powerful, unstoppable, bruteous..”
A snort came from the opposite ends of the room, of a mixed group of individuals who had the alternate modes of beasts, yet none of the organic trappings that the majority of those with such (as their classically metallic brethren would deem it, ‘abominations´ while those with the organic trappings would call them the next stage in evolution) features had.. “Brute force? You talk too much. Us am king.. And ME am King in Particular.”
Scrapper turned slowly over to face the hulking figure, the monstrous brute of a warrior with his team had hated from their first alteracation, that neither had ever utterly proved their dominance over one another despite dozens of brutal standoffs and stalemates. “Grimlock I presume?”
The Hulking mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex snorted back at Scrapper, “You call yourself ultimate weapon? You Devastator dumber than Sludge. And you Scrapper can't do anything without asking Megatron permission to tie shoelaces.”
Mixmaster let out a high pitched giggle joined by Long Haul before Hook gave them both murderous glares to silence them. “I'll have you know that our divinely inspired perfection (At least my *OWN*) cannot possibly be matched by such utter imbecilic brutes nor comprehended by yourselves!”
Slag idly drew out his energon saber and grinned, “Me Slag Say you regret words. Me cut them out of you as trophy!”
In a bar brawl, the odds ultimately favored the Dinobots, transformed or not. On the field of battle.. They had never ultimately settlec which brute was the stronger. Due to outside interruption, an order to withdraw.. They ahd never proved their ultimate superiority over their hated adversaries.
Maccadam, the old, besotted, and ageless bartender who ran this drinking establishment outside of space and time, used to the endless demolishing of his bar, idly spoke up, “Well then boys.. what would happen fi you settled things for real then? As it stands.. Business has been slow lately, and I'm sure a little wager couldn't hurt.” One of Primus' original thirteen, who existed outside of comprehension merely.. Smiled as both teams agreed.
With a flick of his fingers both teams parks were sent elsewhere and regenerated in another continuity.
* * *
The place:
Autobot City, Circa 2015. Earth's most valiant Autobots and the most powerful Decepticons in the entire galaxy had fought one another to a standstill here in two thousand five. With no reinforcement, and no quarter given, they had battled across the landscape.. Back and forth, to countless injury and casualty, past the capacity to feel injury, past the capacity of their weapons to shoot, of their comrades to care..
Here they had battled one another to total extinction. The resulting devastation from their struggle had released so much radiation into the atmosphere to leave the planet virtually uninhabitable and barren to organics, who had died off or fled nito space.
The perfect place for the settling of an ancient feud.
The Dinobots appeared on one side of the battlefield, fully freshed, armed, and ready.
The Constructions.. On the other.
Scrapper called out something that had been heard many times before.. “Constructicons, form DEVASTATOR!”
Grimlock grinned back (as much as he could with only a scarred visage of a faceplate, “Dinobots Transform and DESTROY!”
With that, the mindless titan versus the berserk brutes charged one another to settle a battle to the DEATH!
* * *
G1 Cartoon Devastator (150 feet tall or so) versus G1 cartoon/movie Dinobots (Each 50-70 feet big/long in Dino modes).
There are no other life forms on the planet, both sides are entirely immune to the background radiation, fully recharged and repaired, and at their peak performance. The battle will go on until one side or the other is entirely exterminated. The Constructicons cannot demerge from Devastator for any reason, and may not retreat. The battle si to the death, to see which side is stronger. Happy hunting! These two teams have gone up against one another a number of times and never totally outpowered the other without the fight being broken up or stalemated.. So who would win when there's no one around to stop them?
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