by MetalSamamon » Mon May 23, 2005 9:05 am
Hello everybody! I hope you're enjoying this series so far, and if you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to e-mail me. A lot happens in this chapter, so it's very important to read this one if you're following the storyline. So, without further delay, here is the fifth chapter of Crisis entitled, "Three leaders too many for one alliance?"
You know: I must have been insane to volunteer to help out these Destrongers. I don't know what I was thinking. They are nothing but children! They don't listen, they fight amongst each other, they argue with my orders, and they call each other names. I'm just glad that the day is finally here when I can reap the rewards of all of my efforts and all of those years spent carefully planning and strategizing a way to make the Destron Alliance alive and proud again!
So, I turned on a microphone and opened a channel on the intercom system I built into the new base. I had constructed the new base for the Destrongers a few weeks ago. "Good afternoon, my fellow Destrongers," I began, "May I have your attention?" "Why doesn't he just use our communicators instead of this stupid intercom system. It's so useless!" Dark Scream tells Slapper inside their room. "You idiot! I can hear everything you say, so don't you start with me! I will come down there and personally rearrange every circuit in your body!" I yelled. "Alright, MetalSamamon, you're the boss." He said, and then mumbled something. "Watch your mouth!" I said, and pushed the microphone aside to sigh to myself aloud. Then I brought it back, and began to speak again.
"My fellow Destrongers, today is no ordinary day. Today is a day of reckoning. Today is a day of rejoicing. Today is a day in which the Destrongers shall step out from the shadows and step into the light of the Autobot day, and take what is rightfully ours. Today, we shall rise up, and together we shall destroy those who choose to hurt us, and those who choose to oppress us, and those who will not join us. Today, we shall begin the war to destroy the Autobots, and carry the colors of the Destron Alliance proudly. Today, my fellow Destrongers, we shall begin the war that shall end in our victory and conquest of the galaxy. Today is the beginning of the end for the Autobot reign of tyranny, and the beginning of the Destron rule of the galaxy! Today we go to Cybertron to free Galvatron!!!" I stopped and listened to the sounds of the rejoicing Destrongers and their rifle fire, and realized that this is what it was all about. This is what I did it all for, I thought. This is why I spent all of those lonely hours plotting and formulating plans of attack and ways to overthrow the Autobots. This is why I spent all of those days trying to locate the surviving Destrongers. This, right here, is what it was all for. I got back onto the microphone. "My fellow Destrongers, there is something I need to show you all before we go. If everyone could meet me in the main control room on the second level, I will be waiting. Thank you." I turned off the microphone and proceeded to teleport to the control room.
It took a few minutes before everyone was there, but once they all arrived, I turned down the lights in the room just enough so they could see me. They looked around in puzzlement because there was a giant curtain behind me, and I was standing off to left side against the wall. "Greetings, and thank you all for coming. Before we go, I have something I must show you all?" I stated. "I hope it's not one of those stupid paintings of his again." Slapper said sarcastically. A laser blast shot his head clear off not a moment later. "If I wanted a comment, I would have asked for it." I said as I blew the smoke from the barrel of my arm cannon. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted; I have something to show all of you that you will find most intriguing. And so, without further delay, here it is?" I pulled back the curtain, and revealed the shapes of eleven warriors silhouetted against lights from behind them. The original Destrongers were amazed, and baffled by this. There were mixed oohs, ahs, and words of shock and wonder. I raised the lights so that the warriors could be fully seen. I walked over to the first one.
"This is Dozenkillezia. She is a Predacon, and can transform into twelve different modes; ten beasts and two robots. She is also my lieutenant." There was a mixed reaction to this, but I shrugged it off as I moved onto the next one. "This is Bombshell. He is one of three brothers who each command an army of Vehicon drones that bear their likeness; although each one of the brothers is a second generation Decepticon. He converts into a mobile missile launcher." I said as I moved onto the next. "This is Slice Master. He is the youngest of the brothers, and can convert into a giant saw-bladed machine." I proceeded onto the next one. "This is Shoveltron. He is the oldest of the brothers, and therefore in charge of the other two if they should need his assistance. He transforms into a steam-shoveler." Their reactions were becoming more accepting as moved from warrior to warrior. I was glad for this, and moved onto the next one. "This is Prowler. He is a Predacon, and has a Mini-Con named Prowlee?" Upon hearing this they began to laugh. I sighed. "I didn't name him," I said, "I left that choice up to Prowler since it was his Mini-Con. But anywise, he carries a giant double-bladed axe in robot mode?" The laughter quickly stopped. I smirked and gave a small laugh to myself. "He transforms into a kangaroo, and his Mini-Con becomes a Joey naturally." I proceeded onto the next one. "This is Browning 2. He is a Vehicon, and there are many of him. He is able to size-change and fit into the hand of anyone who needs him. When he size-changes, he converts into a pepperbox gun." The reactions I heard told me that they liked this one, and this made me happy. I moved onto the next one. "This is Chains. He is part of a team of three warriors that combine to form a single warrior called Destructor. He converts into a gun when he combines with the other two warriors of the Destructor team, and also becomes a Dachshund in his alternate mode." Immediate laughter broke out. I frowned, and decided not to put up with their laughter anymore. "I happen to like Dachshunds, so if there is anyone who wants to have their spark extinguished because they think it's funny, please feel free to step up and laugh!" No one responded to challenge, and all were quiet again. I stopped and looked at them, scolding them with my stare. "Ahem. Anyway?" I started as I moved onto the next one. "This is Tritopce'. He is the bottom part of Destructor, and converts into a Triceratops." I moved onto the next one. "This is Bronto Magnus?" I heard light snickering and giggling. I gave a quick look at them, and it stopped. "?I know that he shares part of his name with a certain Autobot that shall remain nameless, but I assure you he is 100% Predacon like the rest of the Destructor team. He is the top part of the Destructor robot, and transforms into a brontosaurus." Bustlitt raised his hand. "Ah, yes, a question. What is it you wish to ask?" I said as pointed at him. "I was won'dern why dare ah only two dat form da robot Destructor? Why is dat?" He asked. "Good question. I possess knowledge from different times both past and future. This is a form of combining that some Autobots I learned of from the future could do. It's called Powerlinking, and all of the Autobots from that time could do it. However, due to our actions here; they shall not exist?" I said and smiled. They liked hearing that even though I knew that they still would exist. I really hated to lie to them, but it was necessary. I moved onto the last one. "This is the new leader of the Predacon forces, Gigatron." There were gasps from all of the original Destrongers. "I know that this may seem odd having three leaders now including Galvatron and myself, but I assure that this will not be a problem, and he will take orders from either Galvatron or myself." I told them, knowing full well that this was going to be a problem, and I was sad to have to lie to them again, but I knew that it was necessary. "He transforms into an alien creature."
I looked around at the original Destrongers. "Any questions?" I asked. Dark Scream raised his hand. "Yes?" I said, pointing to him. "Where did these guys come from?" He asked me. "Good question," I began, "These are all warriors I created myself. I have the ability to create both drones and actual warriors, and these are only the first of many I shall make." Once again, I hid the truth about my only weakness, the inability to create real life. These warriors carried fake sparks, essentially the same thing that real sparks are made of but not from Primus's life essence; these were ones I made myself. "Any more questions?" I asked. No one raised their hand. "O.K. then. I'm going to prepare the ship for departure while you all get acquainted." I said as I began to walk away. I stopped, and turned to face Dozenkillezia. "Dozenkillezia, please follow me. I need to talk with you for a moment." She shook her head in acknowledgement, and followed me down a corridor.
"You understand that you are my lieutenant, right?" I asked her as we walked down the corridor towards the ship. "Yes, MetalSamamon, I do." She told me, not fully understanding what I was getting at. "I need you to do something very important for me. I need you to make sure that everything that I do is correct, and if you see something I do that you feel is wrong?" I said as I handed her a small device with a button and communicator on it, "?please press this button and inform me of what it is that concerns you." "No problem, MetalSamamon. I'd be glad to." She told me. "Good. If only all of my troops obeyed orders like you do with open acceptance and no second-guessing, then maybe I'd have a fearsome force instead of this rag-tag team of Destrongers that I have now." I said to her. She laughed lightly and gave me a smile. I knew that this was just to make me feel better, and on some strange level it did?
We walked into the room where the ship was, and walked over to it. It was quite massive, and resembled the shape of an early human submarine with a large cylindrical body and small fins on the back, except it was about ten times as massive, and the cockpit was at the front on the top like a human airplane. I climbed aboard, and told her to get the others. She nodded, and transformed into a winged unicorn and galloped down the corridor. I watched her until she was out of sight and then made my way to cockpit. I started the engines and let them idle as I waited for them to arrive. A few minutes later she returned with them and they climbed aboard the ship.
"Alright, everyone, get into your cabins and prepare for take off. We have a long journey ahead of us, and I want us to be at our best when we get to Cybertron. So, strap in and we'll be on our way!" I said. They all scurried off to their assigned quarters, and I powered up the ship. Once the engines were at full, I opened the bay doors and revealed the night sky. I gazed at it for a brief moment, and then took off from the bay, and off we went.
"Off we went?" A voice calls from behind MetalSamamon. He turns around to see who it is. It's his girlfriend, TPH-13. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asks her. "That's such a poorly written line. Why don't you say something like, 'and so we set off for unknown adventure and the great mysteries that would try us and test our skills as we made our way to Cybertron!'" she tells him. "Come on! Flamedracon could write a better line than that!" MetalSamamon tells her. "Hey, keep me out of your arguments!" a voice yells from the front of the Finality. "You know I'm just kidding, Flamey." MetalSamamon yells back. "Don't call me that!" he yells back. "How would you like it if I called you MS?" MetalSamamon groans and TPH-13 snickers at this. "I hate when anyone uses my initials. Alright, you made your point. I understand, and I'm sorry." he tells Flamedracon. "That's better." he smiles, and turns around to continue piloting the ship. MetalSamamon turns to TPH-13. "So, how are your stories coming along, honey?" he asks her. "Quite well actually." she tells him, smiling. "Sentient beings from all across the galaxy will love my 'Epochs of Cybertron' stories. I'm going to be revered by both critics and fans everywhere!" She turns around and returns to her writing. "That's great." he tells her. He gazes at her, smiling and taking in her beauty and grace. He gets a warm feeling all over, and breathes softly. She senses someone is staring at her, and turns around to see MetalSamamon gazing at her. "What?" she asks him, looking around to see if there is something else he's staring at. "Oh nothing. It's just that you're so beautiful, "he smiles at her, "I love you." "I love you too, MetalSamamon." she says, and gives him a loving wink and smiles and then turns back to her work. He takes in her beauty for a moment more, and then turns back to his writing. But he stops for a moment, and turns back around to face her. "Why were you looking at my stories anyway?" he asks her. She stops writing, and looks over her shoulder at him. "I was making sure you were telling the story right." she giggles. MetalSamamon gets a dumbfounded expression on his face. "Of course I'm telling the story accurately. This is supposed to be a chronicle so anyone who views this later will know and understand why Cybertron got destroyed, and why we are on this mission. My memory banks still have all of this data recorded, and I'm only adding a little flare to it by telling it from my point of view." he tells her defiantly and yet in a calm voice. "Alright, honey. If you say so?" she trails off, laughing afterwards. He laughs and shakes his head. "Whatever you say, TPH-13. Whatever you say." He says, and turns back to his writing. Now where was I? he thinks to himself. Oh yeah, now I remember?
We were travelling for maybe ten days when I got tired of monotony of living with a bunch of childish Destrongers and I decided to secretly modify the ship and make it capable of teleportation. Then I used the ship's new accessory and in less than a few seconds we were in Cybertronian orbit. Prowler and Prowlee were walking about the ship when they realized that we'd stopped travelling fast. A few moments later they entered the cockpit and walked up to me. "I thought this trip was going to take longer?" Prowler asked me as he looked out the window and seen Cybertron. "Well, originally it was, but I decided to cut some time off by just teleporting over here." I told them. "Hmmm. O.K. then. Just curious, that's all." The two exited the cockpit, and once the door shut they began to talk. I could every word even though they didn't think so.
"Why didn't you kill him like you told me you were going to, Prowler?" Prowlee asked him. "Shhh. You must be quiet. Someone may hear you," Prowler told him, "I couldn't do it yet. I will kill him when the appropriate time comes, but until then I must play along, and be just one of the crew." "I think it's unfair that he made the no good Dozenkillezia his lieutenant and not you, Prowler." Prowlee told him. "I know. But he will pay for his mistake, you can count on that?" Prowler told him as they turned a corner and walked down to their cabin. I sighed, and questioned again why I was doing this. Was it worth it? I asked myself. The crew hates you, and all they really want is Galvatron. That's the only reason most of the Destrongers joined you. Are you really doing the right thing, MetalSamamon? I asked myself.
Just then a light turned on in the cockpit. This was the light that let me know that someone was trying to contact us. I pressed the button, and a small screen came up from the floor, and the image of a green and white female robot appeared. At first I didn't recognize the robot, but then I realized that this was a Paradron Medic, one of many that were all over Cybertron now. They were designed from the blueprints of Arcee, a robot from the so-called 'first generation'. Their tasks were to make sure the injured were taken care of, to assist in any projects that needed back up, and of course, to welcome any newcomers to Cybertron. "Greetings, and welcome to Cybertron. I am a Paradron Medic. My fellow medics and I wish to make your stay here as pleasant as possible. Please state your business." she told me. "My crew and I are here to see an old friend." I told her. Like I said before I hated to lie, but whenever I needed to, I either stretched the truth or hid important details. "Alright. And how many are on ship?" she asked. "23 in total." I told her. That was true. "Alright, sir?" she turned to a computer to her right and typed something in quickly. "?I have a hotel available near Iacon that could accommodate your crew and yourself. Would you like to see a virtual tour before you decide, sir?" she asked me. "No, that's quite alright. We'll take it!" I told her. "Great! Then we'll see you one the surface upon your arrival. Please proceed to landing strip 55423-1740. I'm uploading coordinates now." she stated, and ended the transmission.
This is it, MetalSamamon, I thought to myself as I maneuvered the ship for landing and entered the atmosphere. This is why you went through all of that trouble. This is why you put up with you crew scheming behind your back and this why you exist. But then I began to question why I was there. I began to wonder if I was created just to do this. What is the meaning of life? I asked myself. What are you here for? I mean, actually sit down for a minute and think about it, MetalSamamon. Why are you really here on this plane of existence? What is it that you are supposed to do? Most beings want to make something out of their lives; but what exactly is 'something'? Is writing a story that no one ever reads 'something'? Is freeing an evil mastermind 'something'? Is even existing 'something'? Is knowledge the ultimate state of perfection? What good is knowing everything if it won't last forever? What good is working your life away at something if all those you are doing it for will eventually die? What good are materialistic things if they do nothing for you when you're dead? What good is living a life when life doesn't do anything but create an illusion of happiness? How can you go through your life doing nothing but living? How can you go on thinking that your life has some deeper meaning; some vast purpose? Why do you think that God doesn't exist? What does God have to offer you? Eternal after-life peace? You can't be destroyed, and you yourself are eternal. Does that make you better than God? Does that make you a God? Who knows; maybe there really is a god, and he/she/it laughs at your atheism and you. I know that there shall never be peace so long as one being exists; for even one being will suffer some form of inner-conflict. Think about it! Should you land this ship safely? Should you turn on my crew and destroy them all? Should you breathe this breath of air that you're about to take? Should you live? All questions that lead back to the point: What is life? A joke that God plays upon us all to make us question, reason,, and pretend to be 'alive'? A grand illusion created to enlighten everyone within the universe? Maybe even a trick; a fallacy of 'what's real' and 'what's thought of as real'? Who really cares?! Who watches over knowledge? Where do all of the lost memories and thoughts of this universe's greatest thinkers go when no one uses it or forgets it? When will the madness end? For some, it ends with death; others it ends with peace. The kind of peace when no one is left. Why do we fight wars? Why does one robot kill another? Why does one being take pleasure in another's pain? Why does one being care for and love another when someone else does too? What is the point of love? Procreation?! You can not procreate (you can't create real life, remember?). Does this mean you can't love? And how about war? What's the point of war? So one being can have all the power? What is true power? Does anything have a point? Think about this intensely. Do it, MetalSamamon, send it through your network of processors and data analyzers. It makes you think back to when you were a human many years before my digital accident that lead tome becoming a Digimon, doesn't it MetalSamamon.. You remember your favorite musical group, don't you. It was the Beatles. They were right, "Nothing is real." They were onto something, MetalSamamon. What is real? Is real a feeling that gets felt for a brief moment in time? Is real a breem; a unit of time that once past is lost for all eternity? Is real the chair that you sit in? Is real a star that will eventually become dust, energy, and then nothing? Is real a thought that if not kept is lost to everyone? Figure it out MetalSamamon. You are supposed to be all-powerful and mighty. You must know the answer somewhere inside that vast network of yours. What are you? Are you a soul? Are you a body of metal and flesh? Are you a combination of the two? Are you a lost cause? Is your time, your life, your material possessions worth anything in the grand scheme of things you call 'life'? Probably as much as that landing you just made. Probably not. Individuality does nothing but create conflict; it creates pain; it creates resistance; it creates separation. No two individuals see eye to eye on everything; there will always be something that they don't agree on, and thus a version of war is created. That's all that life is; existence and war. Nothing more; nothing less. You've finally figured it out, MetalSamamon; you finally know the truth. Or so you hope?
By the time I stopped thinking to myself, my body was shaking and I could feel my circuits frying. "Wow! That was too much?" I said aloud to myself as I looked around and noticed that we had landed. I got up from my chair and exited the cockpit. I began to settle down and cool off as I entered the main room of the ship. The crew was waiting for me. "Where have you been?" Sky-Byte asked me. They were all giving me the same look of disappointment. "I was busy. But that's not important right now. There is something you must know before we get off. We are guests here on Cybertron for the time being until we can locate where Galvatron is imprisoned. As so, I need you all to hold still for a moment?" I shot out a beam of light from my arm cannon and it separated into 22 smaller light beams and they touched every single Destronger and changed whatever symbol they had into an Autobot insignia, "?And so we must act like Autobots until we find him. So, do not do anything suspicious or out of the ordinary, and enjoy your stay at this nice hotel that the medics have prepared for us." I smiled and pressed a button to open the door. As it opened, we could see a small group of Paradron Medics and other various Autobots standing outside the ship with gifts for us. As each crewmember left the ship, they were greeted and given a present. Pretty soon it was just Dozenkillezia and I on board. She pressed the button on the device I gave her, and I felt a tingling sensation from it. "Are you sure about this, MetalSamamon?" she asked into the device. "I'm fifteen feet away from you. Do you really need to use that right now?" I asked her aloud. "I guess not." she said as she put it away. "Anyway, yes, I'm sure about this. I'm kind of curious to see how well each Destronger copes with being a Cybertronian." I told her. "Why?" she asked me. "I need some purpose in life. If what I do won't last forever, then at least I'll enjoy it while I'm here." I said with a smile and a personal satisfaction. She frowned, and left the ship. I was alone on the ship again, just like in the cockpit most of the time. I began to think to myself again as I prepared the ship for the time that we would be away and for our hasty exit that I knew we would need. I thought to myself, you know everything MetalSamamon. You know that some of the crew will not survive this battle here on Cybertron; you know that three leaders are too many for one alliance; but you still don't know the meaning of life, do you? I sighed, and closed the door behind me as I left the ship and made my way towards the hotel as a Cybertronian.