The Energon Pub

[StarThunderWarp]

This is just a fiction I'm writing using my and my friends HMW characters. There is not much of it right now, but I will update it once I get more ideas. Suggestions and constructive critism is welcome aslong as your not just making fun of me.


Highway looked off into the distance. The barren, wasteland-like landscape of New Cybertron spoke to him. They said that they were in trouble. He agreed. He knew the Cyclones were going to mount an attack, he could feel it in his central processer. His men were ready though, right? Of course they were. Hadn't they thrashed the Cyclones umpteen times before? Still, there was just something screaming at him that this will be different. This time, there were going to be casualties. One hundred and forty-three miles to the west, Counterstrike was smirking to himself in his throne room. This was the day, no, his day. The day he proves to Megatron that it was an ignorant mistake to banish him to this rustball. "Crosswire! Aerowave! Stormcharger! Get in here!" he shouted with such malicious superiority that his warrior's processing units went offline for a few milliseconds. Even Stormcharger, his most loyal of minions answered his master's call with reluctance. The mighty commander beckoned to his troops as they entered range of his optic sensors. "This is it! You will be the first wave of attack in this, the final battle of dominance before we return to the Decepticon Ranks! Megatron was a fool to banish me! Now, this is what you are to do..."

*EDIT* 2-15-08

The air was heavy with worry in Highway's chambers. He had sent his best scouts, Off-Road and Shifter, to recon near the Cyclone base. Now it had been more than sixty cycles since communication had been established.He had to make a decision. Should he go? Should he give them more time? What would Prime do? Just then his engineer Geardrinder entered. "Highway. I've finished checking the communications unit on Omnitraan 1, and while it is not efficient as Teletraan and we've had this problem before, it's communications unit is running like new," Geargrinder sighed with a heavy central proscessor. He knew what this meant. It meant that Off-Road and Shifter had gotten themselves in a bit of trouble and that Highway was going to make the rest of them go help. He though to himself, " Why did such derelects have to be stationed with him, one of Cybertron's most promising and renown engineers?"
Highway saw the displeasure in his comrade's eyes. " It's our duty. We are Autobots, and we look out for eachother," Highway said with such guidance that it nearly mirrored that of the Great One. Now Highway was sure of his decision. And within two cycles, had every Autobot under his command in front of their base. Ok, here it is, Code Red and Brakepedal, you two will one mile out to the left, have your strongest plasma rifles ready, because your our ace-in-the-hole. Ramp, Axel, and myself will take the forward. Geargrinder, you and Nitro take one mile to the right. And Finnally, Skytunnel with be our air support." When their superior had finished unraveling his plan of action, The Autobots had confidence. Their leader was taking action, and knew what he was doing. Highway turned and looked twards the possible danger that awaited him, and his subordinates. He smiled and said "Now lets move out!"