"Return to Cybertron" (A HMW Fic-- COMPLETE 04/18/08)

Ok, this is my first attempt at a fic, so go easy on me. I was hoping V2 would be here or at least we'd have a definite date for its release before I did this, but as it is...you know.
So, a quick synopsis: this story is about my team, the Autobot Spartans, and their return to Cybertron (since V2 is supposed to take place there). It also tells about how three of my characters get reformatted into movie altmodes. Basically, it's an expansion of the team bio add-on, which can be seen here.
All four chapters are completed and online! I also want to thank those who let me use their characters for this project.
(NOTE: I know Chapters 3 and 4 are longer than the Great Wall of China, but just bear with me please
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Chapter 1
It was a quiet, sunny day in the somewhat-small town of College Station, Texas. Students went to and fro, minding their own business. The usual traffic went about, with Texas Avenue still being congested with the almost never-ending road construction. Among all the small sports cars and 4x4 pickups, a large blue semi made its way toward the northwest side of the town, where a large metal building sat vigilant. The semi drove up to the building and stopped at a large door. It bore a big red symbol in the center, the symbol of the Autobots.
“Well, is someone gonna open up or not?!” the semi yelled at the door. A camera on the top of the entrance looked at him and a voice answered on the semi’s comm relay. “Sorry, boss. Didn’t realize it was you…” “That’s alright, Boltbrain,” the blue truck said reassuringly, “just try to do better next time.” As the large split down the middle grew and began to open, the semi truck began to transform into his robot mode. Finally, as the doors completely opened, Maximus Prime, the young commander of the Autobot Spartans, stepped through and began walking to the command room of his team’s fortress, situated near the main campus of Texas A&M University.
Maximus entered the command room, and a red mech with wings and two large cannons attached to his back turned around and snapped to attention when he saw his leader. “Commander on deck!” Blazer Prime bellowed, causing the other Spartans in the room to stand up at attention. Maximus shook his head and looked at his XO. “How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t do that!” “Sorry, Prime. Old habits die hard.” “Ain’t that the slagging truth,” Maximus said with a chuckle. He then gestured everyone else to sit back down.
“Any word from Central Command?” Maximus asked. A silver Autobot at one of the monitors turned around. “Negative, sir,” Revver replied. The guidance counselor pushed a few buttons on his console and looked at his monitor. “No messages since the last one came in two months ago.” Maximus turned and looked over at his best friend and Aerial Warfare Expert, Sonicblast. “Any word from the War Council?” he asked the jet. Sonicblast shook his head and looked over at Maximus. “Nothing. Evolution has been on hiatus for some time now. No one’s really quite sure why.” Maximus nodded at that remark. For the past few weeks, any news from the Autobot War Council has come from either Ninjaburn or Crazyfists. Maximus never asked where Evolution Prime has been since he figured he probably wouldn’t get an answer. He then turned his attention to a large green mech with a cannon mounted on his shoulder sitting at the front of the room. “Steelwraith, have you seen anything today?” The Tactical Officer turned around. “Nope. Nothing on the scope other than the humans going about their business.” The seasoned warhorse let out a groan followed by a sigh. “Frankly, it’s gotten a little boring around here for me, especially since I can’t go out like the rest of you.” Maximus chuckled a little bit at the tank’s wry humor.
“Face it, ‘Bots,” a black and white Autobot who sat next to Revver said aloud. “The ‘Cons haven’t been here, and they ain’t gonna be here, so we might as well kick back some.” He leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on his console. “Speed Demon!” Revver glared at his younger brother. “What have I always told you? ‘Always remain vigilant, for the unexpected may happen at the unlikeliest of times.” Speed Demon sat up and looked at his brother. “Aww, c’mon bro! We haven’t seen or heard anything that remotely has anything to do with the Decepticons for two months! Can’t we just relax for a few cycles?” Revver stared at him with no emotion in his face. Speed Demon looked a little nervous and retreated slightly. “Fine, fine. I’ll get back to monitoring,” he said and turned back to his console.
The door to the command room opened again and a white mech with a visor and EMT markings stepped in. Maximus turned around and looked at his Chief Medical Officer and all the scorch marks on his superstructure. “Morning, Meds. Whatcha been up to today?” Meds walked up to his commander and brushed off some ash from his shoulder. “Helped the humans put out a fire over by Northgate. Hard to believe someone could start a fire this early in the day.” Someone gave a chuckle over by the wall; Meds looked over and stared at a young red mech, Rapidfire, the hot-headed explosives expert. “Think that’s funny, do you?” Meds said with disdain. Rapidfire shrugged. “Hey, I haven’t seen any action in a long time, so my circuits are a little screwy. I’m just itchin’ for a scrap!” “That can be arranged,” Bigrig, the Spartan’s bosun, said. The big black Autobot warrior walked over to Rapidfire and pointed at him. “You, me, Holo-chamber. Two mega-cycles,” he said with a sly grin. Rapidfire stood up with clenched fists and eagerness in his optics. “Bring it on!” he yelled at the top of his vocal processors. Maximus put his head in his hand and shook it. He then turned his attention back to Meds. “Hey, how did you get in here anyway? I didn’t hear the main entrance open.” Meds forced back a laugh before he answered. “That’s because Boltbrain left the door open again.”
Maximus sighed. “Bolt,” he said as he turned to a green mech that resembled ol’ Ironhide in many ways. “What?” he said with a confused look on his face. Maximus put his hands on his hips. “What have I told you about leaving the door open?” Boltbrain looked down at the floor for a few moments, apparently deep in thought. Maximus could not help the fact that Boltbrain’s central processor was slower than and not as sophisticated as most Transformers’, but he sometimes felt like bashing his head on the wall when trying to get Boltbrain to comprehend something. “Oh yeah!” Boltbrain exclaimed. “‘After you open the door, close it so we don’t let the bad guys in!’ Right?” “Riiiiiight. Good work,” Maximus said with sarcasm in his voice. Boltbrain grinned widely and then turned back to his console. A light silver mech with a visor turned and looked at his commanders. “See, if he can think of that all by himself, why can’t he apply that knowledge to what he does?!” Burnout yelled. “It’s not Protonic Mechanics, for Primus’ sake!” Meds looked at the Special Ops expert and shrugged. “That, my friend, is one of the great mysteries of the universe…and I doubt I’ll ever find an answer.” Yep, typical day, Maximus thought to himself.
A buzzer went off in the command chamber, and everyone looked around to see what it could be. It was a green mech with rotor blades on his back who satisfied everyone’s curiosity. “Incoming transmission from Central Command! Priority Alpha!” Searcher, the Spartans’ sniper and tracker, exclaimed. Maximus whipped around and looked at the helicopter. “Who’s it for?” he asked. Searcher looked back at his console and then back at Maximus. “Says it’s for all Autobots stationed on Earth.” Must be pretty important then, Maximus thought. “Alright, put on the main viewer.” Searcher punched a few buttons and a large cylinder rose up from the middle of the room and began projecting the message. Everyone stiffened when they looked at the holographic image of Optimus Prime, Supreme Commander of all Autobots.
“To all Autobots,” he began. “I bring you grave news. Recently most of you have noticed the decreased Decepticon activity here on Earth. For the longest time, we were unsure why this was, but now we have ascertained the reason.
“I have received several reports from Iacon City about increasing Decepticon activity near our borders as well as in the city of Kaon. Coupled with the decline of Decepticon activity on Earth, we have a strong reason to believe that the Decepticon have either pulled out of Earth or are in the process of pulling out.” Maximus’ optics widened at that statement. “‘Pulled out’?!” he exclaimed. “And we never caught wind of that?! Slag it all!” Everyone else shared his anger that the Autobots did not see any of this coming.
“To make matters worse,” Optimus continued, “we have also received reports that the Predacons have begun to make their presence known and are beginning to mount military operations. The Maximals have tried to mount a defense, but at the moment they cannot mobilize a fighting force to match both the Decepticons and Predacons.” Maximus clenched his fists and grinded his jaw behind his battle mask. The so-called “Maximal Upgrade,” he thought to himself bitterly. To think they were once Autobots. We lost some of our finest soldiers to that experiment! Maximus knew that it wasn’t exactly betrayal, but it was still a low blow to the cause.
“In response to these series of events,” Optimus said, “I have decided that the time has come for us to return to Cybertron. I shall remain here on Earth with a small contingency of Autobots to hold down the fort here. I am also hereby appointing Evolution Prime as Supreme Commander of Autobot forces on Cybertron until I should return.” A smaller picture of a black and red Autobot that resembles Optimus appeared on the viewer. That’s gonna receive mixed emotions from both sides, Maximus thought. Everyone knew about the situation about what Evolution Prime did to the Decepticon known as Gore, the infamous leader of the Freak Show. It had blemished both Evolution’s reputation as well as that of the entire Autobot army. “Well that explains where EP’s been all this time,” Sonicblast said. Maximus nodded.
“Unless you have been contacted by me with orders to remain on Earth, all Autobots are to make their way to Cybertron and report to Iacon City ASAP. May Primus watch over us.” The viewer shut of and retracted back into the floor. For several minutes the room was silent. Blazer Prime then turned to Maximus Prime, who narrowed his optics and frowned. Even though he wore a battle mask, Maximus looked grim, as if a great tragedy had befallen them. “So, what’s the plan?” Blazer asked. Maximus turned around and walked toward the door. He stopped just before the entryway and looked over his shoulder back at his unit. “Start packing. We’re going home.”
So, a quick synopsis: this story is about my team, the Autobot Spartans, and their return to Cybertron (since V2 is supposed to take place there). It also tells about how three of my characters get reformatted into movie altmodes. Basically, it's an expansion of the team bio add-on, which can be seen here.
All four chapters are completed and online! I also want to thank those who let me use their characters for this project.
(NOTE: I know Chapters 3 and 4 are longer than the Great Wall of China, but just bear with me please

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Chapter 1
It was a quiet, sunny day in the somewhat-small town of College Station, Texas. Students went to and fro, minding their own business. The usual traffic went about, with Texas Avenue still being congested with the almost never-ending road construction. Among all the small sports cars and 4x4 pickups, a large blue semi made its way toward the northwest side of the town, where a large metal building sat vigilant. The semi drove up to the building and stopped at a large door. It bore a big red symbol in the center, the symbol of the Autobots.
“Well, is someone gonna open up or not?!” the semi yelled at the door. A camera on the top of the entrance looked at him and a voice answered on the semi’s comm relay. “Sorry, boss. Didn’t realize it was you…” “That’s alright, Boltbrain,” the blue truck said reassuringly, “just try to do better next time.” As the large split down the middle grew and began to open, the semi truck began to transform into his robot mode. Finally, as the doors completely opened, Maximus Prime, the young commander of the Autobot Spartans, stepped through and began walking to the command room of his team’s fortress, situated near the main campus of Texas A&M University.
Maximus entered the command room, and a red mech with wings and two large cannons attached to his back turned around and snapped to attention when he saw his leader. “Commander on deck!” Blazer Prime bellowed, causing the other Spartans in the room to stand up at attention. Maximus shook his head and looked at his XO. “How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t do that!” “Sorry, Prime. Old habits die hard.” “Ain’t that the slagging truth,” Maximus said with a chuckle. He then gestured everyone else to sit back down.
“Any word from Central Command?” Maximus asked. A silver Autobot at one of the monitors turned around. “Negative, sir,” Revver replied. The guidance counselor pushed a few buttons on his console and looked at his monitor. “No messages since the last one came in two months ago.” Maximus turned and looked over at his best friend and Aerial Warfare Expert, Sonicblast. “Any word from the War Council?” he asked the jet. Sonicblast shook his head and looked over at Maximus. “Nothing. Evolution has been on hiatus for some time now. No one’s really quite sure why.” Maximus nodded at that remark. For the past few weeks, any news from the Autobot War Council has come from either Ninjaburn or Crazyfists. Maximus never asked where Evolution Prime has been since he figured he probably wouldn’t get an answer. He then turned his attention to a large green mech with a cannon mounted on his shoulder sitting at the front of the room. “Steelwraith, have you seen anything today?” The Tactical Officer turned around. “Nope. Nothing on the scope other than the humans going about their business.” The seasoned warhorse let out a groan followed by a sigh. “Frankly, it’s gotten a little boring around here for me, especially since I can’t go out like the rest of you.” Maximus chuckled a little bit at the tank’s wry humor.
“Face it, ‘Bots,” a black and white Autobot who sat next to Revver said aloud. “The ‘Cons haven’t been here, and they ain’t gonna be here, so we might as well kick back some.” He leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on his console. “Speed Demon!” Revver glared at his younger brother. “What have I always told you? ‘Always remain vigilant, for the unexpected may happen at the unlikeliest of times.” Speed Demon sat up and looked at his brother. “Aww, c’mon bro! We haven’t seen or heard anything that remotely has anything to do with the Decepticons for two months! Can’t we just relax for a few cycles?” Revver stared at him with no emotion in his face. Speed Demon looked a little nervous and retreated slightly. “Fine, fine. I’ll get back to monitoring,” he said and turned back to his console.
The door to the command room opened again and a white mech with a visor and EMT markings stepped in. Maximus turned around and looked at his Chief Medical Officer and all the scorch marks on his superstructure. “Morning, Meds. Whatcha been up to today?” Meds walked up to his commander and brushed off some ash from his shoulder. “Helped the humans put out a fire over by Northgate. Hard to believe someone could start a fire this early in the day.” Someone gave a chuckle over by the wall; Meds looked over and stared at a young red mech, Rapidfire, the hot-headed explosives expert. “Think that’s funny, do you?” Meds said with disdain. Rapidfire shrugged. “Hey, I haven’t seen any action in a long time, so my circuits are a little screwy. I’m just itchin’ for a scrap!” “That can be arranged,” Bigrig, the Spartan’s bosun, said. The big black Autobot warrior walked over to Rapidfire and pointed at him. “You, me, Holo-chamber. Two mega-cycles,” he said with a sly grin. Rapidfire stood up with clenched fists and eagerness in his optics. “Bring it on!” he yelled at the top of his vocal processors. Maximus put his head in his hand and shook it. He then turned his attention back to Meds. “Hey, how did you get in here anyway? I didn’t hear the main entrance open.” Meds forced back a laugh before he answered. “That’s because Boltbrain left the door open again.”
Maximus sighed. “Bolt,” he said as he turned to a green mech that resembled ol’ Ironhide in many ways. “What?” he said with a confused look on his face. Maximus put his hands on his hips. “What have I told you about leaving the door open?” Boltbrain looked down at the floor for a few moments, apparently deep in thought. Maximus could not help the fact that Boltbrain’s central processor was slower than and not as sophisticated as most Transformers’, but he sometimes felt like bashing his head on the wall when trying to get Boltbrain to comprehend something. “Oh yeah!” Boltbrain exclaimed. “‘After you open the door, close it so we don’t let the bad guys in!’ Right?” “Riiiiiight. Good work,” Maximus said with sarcasm in his voice. Boltbrain grinned widely and then turned back to his console. A light silver mech with a visor turned and looked at his commanders. “See, if he can think of that all by himself, why can’t he apply that knowledge to what he does?!” Burnout yelled. “It’s not Protonic Mechanics, for Primus’ sake!” Meds looked at the Special Ops expert and shrugged. “That, my friend, is one of the great mysteries of the universe…and I doubt I’ll ever find an answer.” Yep, typical day, Maximus thought to himself.
A buzzer went off in the command chamber, and everyone looked around to see what it could be. It was a green mech with rotor blades on his back who satisfied everyone’s curiosity. “Incoming transmission from Central Command! Priority Alpha!” Searcher, the Spartans’ sniper and tracker, exclaimed. Maximus whipped around and looked at the helicopter. “Who’s it for?” he asked. Searcher looked back at his console and then back at Maximus. “Says it’s for all Autobots stationed on Earth.” Must be pretty important then, Maximus thought. “Alright, put on the main viewer.” Searcher punched a few buttons and a large cylinder rose up from the middle of the room and began projecting the message. Everyone stiffened when they looked at the holographic image of Optimus Prime, Supreme Commander of all Autobots.
“To all Autobots,” he began. “I bring you grave news. Recently most of you have noticed the decreased Decepticon activity here on Earth. For the longest time, we were unsure why this was, but now we have ascertained the reason.
“I have received several reports from Iacon City about increasing Decepticon activity near our borders as well as in the city of Kaon. Coupled with the decline of Decepticon activity on Earth, we have a strong reason to believe that the Decepticon have either pulled out of Earth or are in the process of pulling out.” Maximus’ optics widened at that statement. “‘Pulled out’?!” he exclaimed. “And we never caught wind of that?! Slag it all!” Everyone else shared his anger that the Autobots did not see any of this coming.
“To make matters worse,” Optimus continued, “we have also received reports that the Predacons have begun to make their presence known and are beginning to mount military operations. The Maximals have tried to mount a defense, but at the moment they cannot mobilize a fighting force to match both the Decepticons and Predacons.” Maximus clenched his fists and grinded his jaw behind his battle mask. The so-called “Maximal Upgrade,” he thought to himself bitterly. To think they were once Autobots. We lost some of our finest soldiers to that experiment! Maximus knew that it wasn’t exactly betrayal, but it was still a low blow to the cause.
“In response to these series of events,” Optimus said, “I have decided that the time has come for us to return to Cybertron. I shall remain here on Earth with a small contingency of Autobots to hold down the fort here. I am also hereby appointing Evolution Prime as Supreme Commander of Autobot forces on Cybertron until I should return.” A smaller picture of a black and red Autobot that resembles Optimus appeared on the viewer. That’s gonna receive mixed emotions from both sides, Maximus thought. Everyone knew about the situation about what Evolution Prime did to the Decepticon known as Gore, the infamous leader of the Freak Show. It had blemished both Evolution’s reputation as well as that of the entire Autobot army. “Well that explains where EP’s been all this time,” Sonicblast said. Maximus nodded.
“Unless you have been contacted by me with orders to remain on Earth, all Autobots are to make their way to Cybertron and report to Iacon City ASAP. May Primus watch over us.” The viewer shut of and retracted back into the floor. For several minutes the room was silent. Blazer Prime then turned to Maximus Prime, who narrowed his optics and frowned. Even though he wore a battle mask, Maximus looked grim, as if a great tragedy had befallen them. “So, what’s the plan?” Blazer asked. Maximus turned around and walked toward the door. He stopped just before the entryway and looked over his shoulder back at his unit. “Start packing. We’re going home.”