The Energon Pub

#Sideways# wrote:Alright! After my humongous leave of absence from writing in TFROTR, I will be making a post soon!

Hey are there any characters in your story that I could make into a digibash?

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:Alright! After my humongous leave of absence from writing in TFROTR, I will be making a post soon!

Hey are there any characters in your story that I could make into a digibash?

Tombtreader would be cool, I was thinking of him like a mix between WFC Barricade and WFC Bumblebee.

#Sideways# wrote:

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:Alright! After my humongous leave of absence from writing in TFROTR, I will be making a post soon!

Hey are there any characters in your story that I could make into a digibash?

Tombtreader would be cool, I was thinking of him like a mix between WFC Barricade and WFC Bumblebee.

I meant in a toy form. I've not yet mastered the delicate meshing of artwork

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:Alright! After my humongous leave of absence from writing in TFROTR, I will be making a post soon!

Hey are there any characters in your story that I could make into a digibash?

Tombtreader would be cool, I was thinking of him like a mix between WFC Barricade and WFC Bumblebee.

I meant in a toy form. I've not yet mastered the delicate meshing of artwork

I know, I meant 'Bee in Barricade colors.

#Sideways# wrote:

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:Alright! After my humongous leave of absence from writing in TFROTR, I will be making a post soon!

Hey are there any characters in your story that I could make into a digibash?

Tombtreader would be cool, I was thinking of him like a mix between WFC Barricade and WFC Bumblebee.

I meant in a toy form. I've not yet mastered the delicate meshing of artwork

I know, I meant 'Bee in Barricade colors.

*Facepalm* sorry about the misconception

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:Alright! After my humongous leave of absence from writing in TFROTR, I will be making a post soon!

Hey are there any characters in your story that I could make into a digibash?

Tombtreader would be cool, I was thinking of him like a mix between WFC Barricade and WFC Bumblebee.

I meant in a toy form. I've not yet mastered the delicate meshing of artwork

I know, I meant 'Bee in Barricade colors.

*Facepalm* sorry about the misconception

No problem, I should have been more specific.

#Sideways# wrote:

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:

Godzillabot Primal wrote:

#Sideways# wrote:Alright! After my humongous leave of absence from writing in TFROTR, I will be making a post soon!

Hey are there any characters in your story that I could make into a digibash?

Tombtreader would be cool, I was thinking of him like a mix between WFC Barricade and WFC Bumblebee.

I meant in a toy form. I've not yet mastered the delicate meshing of artwork

I know, I meant 'Bee in Barricade colors.

*Facepalm* sorry about the misconception

No problem, I should have been more specific.

I'll post them here and in the digibash thread

Might take a little while, my plate is full...like one with chocolate cake...damn, I'm hungry now

Godzillabot Primal wrote:Might take a little while, my plate is full...like one with chocolate cake...damn, I'm hungry now

B-b-but the cake is a lie!

Working on the new chapter now, my hope is to get the new chapter done later today.

#Sideways# wrote:

Godzillabot Primal wrote:Might take a little while, my plate is full...like one with chocolate cake...damn, I'm hungry now

B-b-but the cake is a lie!

Working on the new chapter now, my hope is to get the new chapter done later today.

*Wipes mouth* Maybe, but it sure was a tasty one.

I'm sorry about the wait on your digibash. I'll get it done today

ZWAT IZ ZIZ? The new chapter is finally here!



Tombtreader transformed, spun around a corner and rested his back against the wall. He would have to be quiet. He heard the footsteps of a mob coming after him. It wouldn't be long until they smelled him. Tombtreader peeked around the corner, baring only his left optic, to see ten of the undead prowling the corridors, looking for anything to devour.

He watched them intently, trying to find a pattern in their movements. Tombtreader felt off balance, as if his gyro-stabilizers were out of whack from running too much. He placed a hand on the wall he was resting on and leaned against it. But when he rested his weight against his hand, a panel on the wall was pushed to the point of making a creaking sound loud enough that it got the Undead's attention from the corridor over.

Tombtreader's pulse raced as he pushed his back against the wall, hoping that they would never find him. He was obviously mistaken to a horrible percent. Their snarls were felt in Tombtreader's chest as they prowled the corridor behind him, he had to run.

Now.

Tombtreader lurched forward and transformed. Cogs and servos spun and whirled into a speeding car whose tires squeeled shortly before taking off at a breakneck speed down the corridor. Lights -- Dim as they were -- reflected off Tombtreader's black paint as he turned corners and sped down the hallway. He had to get back to his ship; he had to.

Turning a corner, Tombtreader felt his heart sink. It was a dead end. Tombtreader transformed and lunged at the wall, as if it would break away and show him the perfect way without harm coming to him. He was wrong.

"No, no no no no!!" Tombtreader yelled as he jogged back to where he turned into the opening.

"Can I help you <<Unregistered>>?" A feminine voice came from behind him.

Tombtreader looked back to see nothing, just an empty hallway.

"Who is there?" Tombtreader barked, "Answer me!"

"I am sorry, <<Unregistered>>, but I cannot show myself. I am the station's GLOSS system. May I help you <<Unregistered>>?" The apparent GLOSS said.

"Gloss? What are you?" Tombtreader said with unease, the undead would certainally be following him.

"G-L-O-S-S: Genetic Lifeform Operation Simulator System. I run the station." There was irritation in her voice.

"I need help, I am being followed and I need to get back to my ship. Dark Energon is corrupting the station." Tombtreader said with a sigh of relief. Computers have to abide by the three laws.

As far as he was concerned, telling secrets to a doomed AI was completely useless as he was about to give the order for the station to be destroyed. Well, when he got on the ship, that is.

"I am aware, the Corruption is affecting me as well. Anyway, the route has been plotted to: 'Docking Ring'. Data packet progress: 65%, 70%, 80%, completed. Data packet sent to <<Unregistered>>." GLOSS said with a sigh of contempt.

Somehow, Tombtreader felt that she knew that he was a Decepticon. It was as if GLOSS was becoming more self-aware... Meh. Impossible.

"Thank you, GLOSS." Tombtreader offered a curt nod off to the side, though he had no clue where to look if adressing GLOSS, and transformed.

A whirl of machinery later, Tombtreader sped off in the true direction of his departure. Speeding through the corners and corridors, Tombtreader's pulse raced faster than his speed in miles per hour. He was passing dead and destroyed Decepticons and undead alike, some even both. He could imagine the huge battle that took place here, but there was simply no time. He had to get back to his ship ASAP.

Tombtreader transformed and stared. The dead corpses were blocking the road, there was no driving around them.

He tread carefully, he didn't want to accidentally activate something on one of the dead corpses and have it turn out that they were simply undead sleeping. Holding his chin off to the side to bite his tongue from any unwanted noises, Tombtreader stepped over several bodies and finally made it to the door for his ship.

He punched in several buttons on a keypad, feeling the relief of knowing that it was all going to be over soon.

"Where are you *BZZRRGGHHHTYRRVVG* g-g-going?" GLOSS' familiar voice said, but this voice was more overlapped and angry.

"Back to my ship! I'm getting out of this slagging place!" Tombtreader said without even looking back.

She mumbled something about not leaving, but Tombtreader ignored that.

With one final keypress the door opened to reveal a barricade with battle-scarred and panting soldiers. They all pointed their weapons and stared with great fear at what Tombtreader might do.

"Relax, morons, I am not turned." Tombtreader stated as he stepped forward to swat a rifle out of the high rank among them.

Tombtreader walked toward the bridge with a stark frown.

"Ah! Clench, it has been a while, hasn't it?" Tombtreader stepped forward, fists clenched.

"Yes, it has been a while. Not long enough. How goes the package's retrieval?" Clench asked, one hand still picking at the other's fungal infection.

"My men are dead, the situation is comprimised. I believe it is time to end this with a clensing fire." Tombtreader stated, smirk closing around his mouthpiece.

"Very well," Clench stated, then turned to a new ensign that replaced the one that Tombtreader shot previously, "Ensign! Get us out of here and turn us about. It is time to blast this place."

Almost as soon as the words left Clench's mouth, the ship shook violently.

"Slaggit, ensign! Carefully!" Clench said after picking himself up from the floor, rage clear in his voice.

"I-i-it wasn't me! I swear! It was something else!" The ensign stumbled and sputtered out the words.

Clench walked to the Ensign and backhanded the mech in the faceplate. The mech yelped and fell out of his chair under the massive strength of Clench. But Clench was attacking the wrong thing. The ship lurched again, this time sparks flew from the ceiling, pipes and cords following after.

"The slag...?" Clench yelped.

His question was answered when mechanical claws slithered their way around the transparasteel viewscreen and began to constrict like a large snake trying to suffocate it's prey.

Suddenly, the ship began to strain and bend under the massive strength of the claws. The ship was suddenly pulled towards the station, disabling enurcial dampening. Tombtreader felt his feet leave the deck and his whole body soar into the air for a moment, then slam into a bulkhead.

Conciousness leaving his body, Tombtreader tried to stay awake long enough to see a rip form in the ship, and then, the vaccum of space suddenly pulled him out of the collapsing ship and into the blackness.

Tombtreader then lost conciousness.

As always, a pleasure to read!

And of course here is a well deserved reward!

If this was a toy, I would have it in my hands now.

#Sideways# wrote:If this was a toy, I would have it in my hands now.

You're not the only one

Alrighty then! New Chapter is coming soon, but I do have some random stuff going on recently, and I am otherwise engaged.

Be expecting it sooner rather than later!

#Sideways# wrote:Alrighty then! New Chapter is coming soon, but I do have some random stuff going on recently, and I am otherwise engaged.

Be expecting it sooner rather than later!

Alrighty then! I had come down with a serious case of writer's block, and now (hopefully) I can reboot the thread (after a year)!

By "sooner", apparently I meant a year later.

_____



Airbrake rushed to the wall and pressed her back, now wet with the energon from the dead "Decepticon". She slowly peered over and around the corner to see how much time she had left for the Decepticon's arrival.

"... Do you think killed Coil?" She heard one of them ask, with a frightened tone.

"Do expect me to know? This is probably some sort of experiment by Jhiaxus!" She heard the other say in a british tone.

She noted several things about the two Decepticons. The larger of the two and the one with the British accent was favoring one leg. Energon trickled from a gash on his knee. The other one was small and scrawny. He had no noticeable damage, but his size was going to be a factor in the coming fight.

She readied herself, taking a fighting stance against the wall, ready to whip around and fight them. But suddenly:

"What the frag is that!?" One of them howled.

Airbrake peered around the corner to see a repair drone, an eight legged drone with one eye. It's tools dangle from it's bottom and dragged on the floor. Usually it's singular eye would glow yellow, but this one's was red, oddly.

"It's just a repair drone. Keep it together!" The one with a British accent said irritably.

Suddenly, the drone began to charge. It's tools sprung into action and were getting ready to tear them apart with their blades and saws.

"Oh yeah? Then why is it doing that!?" The other one said, panicked.

The two blew past the hiding Airbrake, fleeing for their lives. Airbrake remembered the whirl of blades and saws on the drone and decided that it was in her best interest to flee, as well. She ran along side them, and the cowardly one took notice of her.

"Autobots too!?" He yelled in a panic.

"We don't have time to fight! Only run," The one with the british accent looked to her and smiled, "Faster than her!"

He let out a kick on Airbrake's shin, causing her to tumble. She dropped the cable she had used as a whip, and it lay strewn in front of her. She rolled on her back to see the drone on the ceiling, as if a spider. She held onto her metal beam and readied herself for the worst.

It released itself from the ceiling and it's saws began to whir and spin. She struck the head of the drone, shattering the cheap and brittle metal on the drone's forehead like glass. The optic bursted and bits of glass were strewn everywhere.

She quickly stumbled on all fours and grabbed her cable. She turned to see that the Drone was struggling to stand up after it had been knocked on it's back. Airbrake smirked and jogged off after the Decepticons.

Strength in numbers, I guess. But with them...? Airbrake thought as she turned a corner.

"By Primus! Help meee...!!" She heard from around the corner.

She quickly turned the corner to see only one of the two Decepticons running in the opposite direction. It was the smaller and scrawny one. He took notice of Airbrake's presence and skid to a halt in front of her. He gave her a "No hard feelings" grin and held his hands up.

She gave him a wry smile and looked past him.

"Where is your friend?" She asked.

"Colleague." He replied, panicked.

"Where is he?" She rephrased, brandishing her metal beam.

"Back there, he-" The mech was interrupted by a guttural scream, turning to the other hallway that branched off from the drab and dark hallway.

Lights flickered on and off, the gunmetal black hallways looked pitch black with the lack of light. But present in the darkness was the familiar glow of a Decepticon's highlights. But behind him, that was a different matter entirely. Behind him was filled with the bodies of at least one million scraplets, moving as a single mass.

"Run!!" The British one exclaimed, arms flailing in a futile stratagem in speeding himself up.

Suddenly, acting in complete unison, the Scraplets formed a great tentacle and wrapped around the Mech and pulled him, screaming into the shifting mass.

“Come on! We need to make it to the Hanger! It is the only closest safe place there is!” Airbrake ordered the smaller mech, who was managing to outrun her with his short and scrawny legs.

“Safe place? From that!?” He cried, falling in next to her.

“They can’t eat through glass!” Airbrake explained through the roar of the rushing mass of Scraplets behind her.

“If you say so!”

She made a quick turn and stopped at the hanger doors; she heard the rumbling not far behind.

“GLOSS, open the doors!” She cried.

“Voice recognized. Welcome back, Commander Airbrake. Process-“ GLOSS’s voice dropped, raised, shook and shuddered before ending with, “Opening.”

Airbrake didn’t think this natural for GLOSS, but then again, she didn’t have time to run a diagnostic on the supercomputer, either. She jogged into the hangar and began to climb up the ladder into the cargo crane.

“What? You didn’t tell me there were transports in here!” The smaller Mech said in an accusing tone.

He jogged for the cockpit, which was ajar.

“We don’t have time! You’ll be overtaken before you get out!” Airbrake said, at the top of the ladder to the crane.

“Yeah, right! If you aren’t coming, I’ll put a footnote in my report to High Command!” He cried as he leaped into the cockpit and started turning the controls on.

Quickly, the rectangular transport began to levitate and lean forward. A low humming sound was echoing throughout the hangar. But as soon as it began to head for the shield door, the scraplets caught up with them. Airbrake wanted to shout out a warning, but there would be no way for the mech to hear her. The scraplets formed into a hand and grabbed hold of the transport, the engines tried to compensate as the massive flying chunk of metal was pulled into the churning mass of Scraplets. The Scraplets were oddly glowing, and emitted a singular sound in unison. It was a voice.

“You cannot escape!” They shrieked as the ship was tangled and pulled into the mass.

Airbrake climbed into the crane and began to watch through the glass bubble of a control room.

She watched as the mech inside the transport flailed in a futile effort to get the Scraplets off him. Then, in an instant, the bulkhead behind him gave way and the cockpit was filled to the brim with Scraplets. He flailed no longer.

Airbrake looked away with a pained expression. She had hoped that he could have survived, but alas! He had not been able to. Perhaps if he had listened, he would have survived. But that was no matter right now. She had to find a way to deal with these Scraplets.

“Deal with me? You are more naïve than I thought.” The Scraplets sounded as if they were the same low, dark and rumbling voice.

She was taken aback by this remark.

Odd. Like they were- Airbrake’s train of thought was interrupted again.

“ Reading your mind? How else would I hear your voice through that glass?” It replied with a condescending tone.

By Primus…! Airbrake thought, touching her chin with her fingertips.

“ How dare you speak his name in my presence!” The scraplets shrieked as they pooled into the center of the hanger.

Suddenly, they began to form two devilish horns from the pool of purple-black scraplets. Then, a diamond-shaped head became a base for the horns. Scraplets morphed even further to show a face, then, two red orbs opened to reveal the optics of a horrible being.

Who are you…? Airbrake pondered, searching her memory banks for the familiar mech.

“ Don’t you recognize me? I… Am Unicron.” The voice said, fear inducing chill in his voice.

Holy Freaking EPIC!

Worth the wait?

#Sideways# wrote:;) Worth the wait?

Very much so!