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Exile: What if Galvatron...part 1.

The sound of metal ripping all around me...it fills my audio sensor alone. It hurts, I know it does. Yet I do not feel it. Still I scream though. The surge of my masters power racing through my body, holding it intact. It kept me safe as I found myself soaring through the void. It takes me only a few nanocycles to regain my wits then....

AGONY! It washed over me like a wave of liquid fire. It seized the very core my being, even my spark recoiled in such wonderful, terrible torment. I heard his voice. It thundered within my mind. "YOU CANNOT......DESTROY......MY......DESTINY!" Then I remember nothing. Oblivion has embraced me.

My optics come online, the pain was dull yet constant. Drifting still. "Cyclonus.." I whispered, trying to activate my communicator. It fails. My body has been torn and rent. My armor cracked and shattered. The power my master, the constant background noise of all that was him. Its gone. Joy and sorrow war within me then. It feels as if a part of my spark as has been destroyed. Yet at long last...liberation.. It is then, that my body turns and I see it. A small blue and green planet. Hatred wells up within my being.

Suddenly flashes of memory bolt through my mind. Optimus Prime, The Fleshlings, Autobots and battle. They are mine, yet they are not. I struggle to stablize myself and my mind, yet I find myself being drawn closer, and closer still to this accursed planet. Its gravational pull, it has me. The horror this realization hits me. I don't accept it. I am Galvatron, Emperor of Destruction, Lord and master of the Decepticon Empire! Rage fills me, as the world begins to turn. I let out a savage warcry as this petty planet pulls me into it. The heat....it burns, I....darkness embraces me anew.

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At 11:32pm on Saturday Augest 23rd, 2005 time stopped for all those dining in Reunion Tower in the city of Dallas Texas. A flaming sphere slammed into the ballshaped top of the building. Shattering it utterly, before it slammed into the Galleria. The explosion that followed left a crator the size of two and a half football feilds in the middle of the now devastated city. At the heart of this catacylsm, two red glowing eyes, from the craters center cut trough the smoke filled night.

Yes! Someone else is here! Welcome BTW, and Great fan fic, if not fro a few Grammar erors, but awesome all the same.
Maybe do guiltor next? That would certainly be interesting from your point of view. You know pain, and It shows. You know Psychology, and It shines through, you know how to write, and it pulls the reader in. Galvatron has Retuned.

Thanks for the vote of support.

Yea I didn't have a spell checker on the computer I was on. The next part will have less errors in it. Guiltor? I've never heard of him, perhaps an informative tfwiki link?

Anyway theres going to be another story or two to go with this one. I just enjoyed the idea that Kiss Players had..only without all the Legion and Underage girls stuff.

Junkion28 wrote:Thanks for the vote of support.

Yea I didn't have a spell checker on the computer I was on. The next part will have less errors in it. Guiltor? I've never heard of him, perhaps an informative tfwiki link?

Anyway theres going to be another story or two to go with this one. I just enjoyed the idea that Kiss Players had..only without all the Legion and Underage girls stuff.

That's no problem. I try to keep this place (Fan fics) Lively. As for Guilto/Guiltaur (name is actually very roughly translated, and was never put into english really.)
I think you'd find him VERY Interesting, that, and he falls into a similar time frame as this story does.
http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Guiltaur