Chapter One: Left in the Weather
"Dammit I wish that Afterburner would have left some kind of cover on the trunk so the trunk pan wouldn't have rusted!" The Diesel muttered to himself as he lay on the ground. "I mean, I don't care if you are robbing parts for a GSX, this car is just as good. I mean a 1972 Buick Grand Sport 455 is not your everyday car." "Hmmmph!" The Diesel had been at work for probably 6 hours straight out in the blistering mid-August heat. Alabama is not for the faint of heart in the summer. He had been working all day on this car. Actually, he had been working for about 2 months on and off on this car. It was his work in progress. The restoration of one of the finest automobiles ever assembled. But it was not "just a car" as some would say. It was his car. It was his baby. It needed a lot more work.
"Well I've done all I can. I've got to go to the junkyard to see if I can find another A-Body General Motors car with a decent trunk bottom that I can cut it off and use it on my baby." "Steve said he may be getting some more cars from up North in sometime in the middle of next week."
The Diesel decided he had had enough for the day. Lying on the ground was getting pretty old with all the bugs and dust from the car undercarriage. So he decided to call it a day. He went inside the house to take a shower and clean off. Perhaps he could wash some of the obsession away that was eating him up. Usually this obsession progressed through the night in his dreams. At times it was almost like he never slept. He brain just kept on like he had never laid down to sleep.
"Hey Steve." The grizzled fifty-something year-old answered the phone with a raspy voice. You know, the kind of voice that indicated he had smoked his fair share of Malboros before he finally decided to quit.
"Yeah, whatcha need, Deez?"
"Did you get any cars in like you said?"
"Sure did. I even scored an A-Body for you."
"Great! What kind of shape is it in?"
"Front end is completely totalled! In fact, I think the trunk is the only useful thing on the whole damn car!"
"I'll be there at 2:30."
The Diesel was elated. He was finally going to get the part he needed. But little did he know he would get the part, and a whole lot more. As he was finishing up cutting off the trunk floor pan and tossing it in the back of his pickup. Steve came up to him while drinking a beer.
"Yeah, I'll tell you Deez, that was a pretty good two weeks I had scoring some real beauties. I also got a great deal on a bunch for stripping and crushing."
"How much did you score on that '57 Chevy, Steve?"
"Twenty-five grand."
"Damn that's a lot of money."
"Yes it is." "Is there anything else you gonna get this afternoon?"
"I don't know."
The Diesel's eyes suddenly fell on one of the cars Steve said he was going to strip and crush. For some reason it looked familiar.
"Hey Steve, where did you say you got these cars?" The Diesel walked towards the junked car that caught his eye.
"I got some in Baker, California. A few others in Washington state. And I got those over there just South of Portland, Oregon."
"I'll tell you Deez, I'm going back to that place in Oregon. The guy was practically giving away those cars. I could make a killing on the metal alone."
The Diesel finally approached the car and he saw something he never thought he'd see in person.
To Be Continued..........
Full Version: Parting Ways
Good Job, Diesel. This is not bad stuff.
Must be a true story of what you did earlier eh? Well writen. But I want to beat Xbob to saying " Where are the Transformers?"
QUOTE (Wikkid @ Aug 24 2004, 06:41 PM)
Must be a true story of what you did earlier eh? Well writen. But I want to beat Xbob to saying " Where are the Transformers?"
Very soon. I was waiting to see if anyone liked this or not.
I'm a car buff myself. This should be interesting.
QUOTE (Sharkticonqueen @ Aug 24 2004, 06:36 PM)
Good Job, Diesel. This is not bad stuff.
Thanks SQ I appreciate it.
Chapter Two: Delivery
20 Miles Southwest of Portland
All Ricky Mason could think about was getting home and taking a shower. He'd been awake since 4:30 am and was tired as hell. "Just one last delivery." He thought. "Then I can go home." He only had a twenty-five minute drive from Friendly's to his mobile home, and Friendly's was just 5 miles away. He could practically taste the beer he was going to crack open when he got home.
From all accounts, he'd earned a beer or two. He had personally loaded twelve cars by himself and had delivered ten of those already. The job wasn't that bad considering he'd made five thousand dollars. The work he performed wasn't worth a fraction of that. "I wish I could do this every week." he thought. "I'd retire in two years."
He pulled into the front parking lot of Friendly's Auto Salvage and went through the gates out the the yard. "Where do you want these?" he asked Jim. Jim was the only one working at five thirty pm.
"Right there." Jim said pointing to the North end of the yard. Ricky quickly pulled in there and dropped off the eleventh and twelveth cars. Actually there wasn't much of anything left to tell what the two metal objects were, save a few pieces that resembled a hood and a door. Ricky pulled out of Friendly's and headed home.
Prologue:
The afternoon sun shone down on the Autobot emblem. It was barely recognizable. If he hadn't looked at it just right, The Diesel would have never even noticed it. It was almost scratched off entirely. The piece of metal that it was barely clinging to was so completely twisted, that it almost made the symbol unrecognizable. Unrecognizable to some that is. After staring at it for quite some time, he decided that it was indeed an Autobot emblem.
After about ten minutes, Steve approached him.
"Diesel what iin the world do you want with that piece of sh*t? It's not an A-body. Hell it's not even American."
"Steve, how much do you want for this?"
"What??!! I told you I'm going to sell it for scrap."
"How much are they gonna give you for it?"
"Four hundred dollars."
"I'll give you one thousand dollars for it."
"Huh? You're joking, right?"
"Nope, here it is." The diesel handed him ten crisp one-hundred dollar bills.
"You have to bring it and anything that came with it to my house tonight."
"I can't fit the parts for your car and this junk on my truck. It won't fit."
"Leave the parts for my car."
"Ok whatever you say dude."
The most sinking feeling The Diesel had ever experienced in his life, was now flooding every part of his body.
To Be Continued...........
20 Miles Southwest of Portland
All Ricky Mason could think about was getting home and taking a shower. He'd been awake since 4:30 am and was tired as hell. "Just one last delivery." He thought. "Then I can go home." He only had a twenty-five minute drive from Friendly's to his mobile home, and Friendly's was just 5 miles away. He could practically taste the beer he was going to crack open when he got home.
From all accounts, he'd earned a beer or two. He had personally loaded twelve cars by himself and had delivered ten of those already. The job wasn't that bad considering he'd made five thousand dollars. The work he performed wasn't worth a fraction of that. "I wish I could do this every week." he thought. "I'd retire in two years."
He pulled into the front parking lot of Friendly's Auto Salvage and went through the gates out the the yard. "Where do you want these?" he asked Jim. Jim was the only one working at five thirty pm.
"Right there." Jim said pointing to the North end of the yard. Ricky quickly pulled in there and dropped off the eleventh and twelveth cars. Actually there wasn't much of anything left to tell what the two metal objects were, save a few pieces that resembled a hood and a door. Ricky pulled out of Friendly's and headed home.
Prologue:
The afternoon sun shone down on the Autobot emblem. It was barely recognizable. If he hadn't looked at it just right, The Diesel would have never even noticed it. It was almost scratched off entirely. The piece of metal that it was barely clinging to was so completely twisted, that it almost made the symbol unrecognizable. Unrecognizable to some that is. After staring at it for quite some time, he decided that it was indeed an Autobot emblem.
After about ten minutes, Steve approached him.
"Diesel what iin the world do you want with that piece of sh*t? It's not an A-body. Hell it's not even American."
"Steve, how much do you want for this?"
"What??!! I told you I'm going to sell it for scrap."
"How much are they gonna give you for it?"
"Four hundred dollars."
"I'll give you one thousand dollars for it."
"Huh? You're joking, right?"
"Nope, here it is." The diesel handed him ten crisp one-hundred dollar bills.
"You have to bring it and anything that came with it to my house tonight."
"I can't fit the parts for your car and this junk on my truck. It won't fit."
"Leave the parts for my car."
"Ok whatever you say dude."
The most sinking feeling The Diesel had ever experienced in his life, was now flooding every part of his body.
To Be Continued...........
Gotta install that memory bank into the GSX, opps, I may have spoiled it.
QUOTE (Wikkid @ Aug 26 2004, 09:19 PM)
Gotta install that memory bank into the GSX, opps, I may have spoiled it.
You're way off dude, but thanks for reading.
Chapter Three: Mr. Fix It
The Diesel had been working on the pile of twisted metal for several long hours now. Prying on panels trying to get the hood off. He worked frantically to get to the engine compartment. If what he had heard was true, he may have even less time than he originally thought. Doom seemed to be hanging over his head at all times now. He thought to himself that he must not give up. If the rumors were true, the fate of the Earth, Cybertron, and the Universe is at stake.
He put these thoughts out of his mind and continued to work on reaching the engine compartment. Once he had done this he examined what was in the engine compartment. To say it was confusing was an understatement. This was confusing as hell. No alternator, no water pump, no power steering, no radiator,......etc. No nothing. Of course, it was an Autobot.
The Diesel had heard some stories about a guy in Portland Named "Sparkplus" Witwicky who used to work on the Autobots. He was a mechanic. A real mechanic. The Diesel was pure shadetree. No professional experience whatsoever. Of course any professional "Earth" experience wouldn't help either.
Diesel figured that the speaker for the voice module was in the dash somewhere. If he could follow that back to where the power source is/was he may still have a chance. He pryed open the door and pulled off the dash panel. Funny, the Autobot computer, Teletran 1, was quite detailed in his modifying of the Autobots car modes. This one even had a Lancia Stratos emblem on the dash pad.
After the Diesel found what appeared to be the voice box, he proceded to track his way to the power source. This wasn't easy because when the Autobots transform into vehicle mode there parts get extremely compact. He was used to working in a tight space. Having worked on his Honda many times. Once he found what appeared to be the power source, he noticed that the lines feeding it were destroyed. How was he going to get power to this thing?
He thought for a second. "I've got it! If our cars can use these, then why can't Autobots? These guys just need a larger power source." He went into the storage room and came out with a set of heavy duty jumper cables. He then grabbed his extension ladder and placed it on the side of the power pole at the end of the drive. He then climbed up the pole and was just about to connect the cables to the "transformer" on the power line when he thought to himself. "this will probably fry me extra crispy. He then decided to jump over and grab the power line and hang from it while he attached the cables. If his feet didn't touch the ground while he was touching the power line, he wouldn't get electricuted. He did this and let go of the line and landed on the ground.
He then grabbed the other end of the cables and proceeded to attach them to what appeared to be the Autobot's central power source. For a second he thought about a redneck joke and jump starting an Autobot. He laughed to himself. "Well, here goes nothing." The Diesel then attached the cables. If this works, a transformer will fix a Transformer, how ironic.
It's a good thing those cables were industrial grade because sparks were flashing all over the engine compartment. Lights started blinking and the low humm of machinery could be heard. "Jackpot!" he said. "This had to be the most jury rigged idea ever! But it worked!!"
He then heard a mumbling sound from the Autobot. "Musss.....heeelf.....mussss......guu....heeeelph."
The Diesel then proceeded to talk. Hoping, praying that the Autobot would understand him... Never in his entire life did he think he would ever hear himself utter these words.
"Wheel Jack, can you hear me?"
The Diesel had been working on the pile of twisted metal for several long hours now. Prying on panels trying to get the hood off. He worked frantically to get to the engine compartment. If what he had heard was true, he may have even less time than he originally thought. Doom seemed to be hanging over his head at all times now. He thought to himself that he must not give up. If the rumors were true, the fate of the Earth, Cybertron, and the Universe is at stake.
He put these thoughts out of his mind and continued to work on reaching the engine compartment. Once he had done this he examined what was in the engine compartment. To say it was confusing was an understatement. This was confusing as hell. No alternator, no water pump, no power steering, no radiator,......etc. No nothing. Of course, it was an Autobot.
The Diesel had heard some stories about a guy in Portland Named "Sparkplus" Witwicky who used to work on the Autobots. He was a mechanic. A real mechanic. The Diesel was pure shadetree. No professional experience whatsoever. Of course any professional "Earth" experience wouldn't help either.
Diesel figured that the speaker for the voice module was in the dash somewhere. If he could follow that back to where the power source is/was he may still have a chance. He pryed open the door and pulled off the dash panel. Funny, the Autobot computer, Teletran 1, was quite detailed in his modifying of the Autobots car modes. This one even had a Lancia Stratos emblem on the dash pad.
After the Diesel found what appeared to be the voice box, he proceded to track his way to the power source. This wasn't easy because when the Autobots transform into vehicle mode there parts get extremely compact. He was used to working in a tight space. Having worked on his Honda many times. Once he found what appeared to be the power source, he noticed that the lines feeding it were destroyed. How was he going to get power to this thing?
He thought for a second. "I've got it! If our cars can use these, then why can't Autobots? These guys just need a larger power source." He went into the storage room and came out with a set of heavy duty jumper cables. He then grabbed his extension ladder and placed it on the side of the power pole at the end of the drive. He then climbed up the pole and was just about to connect the cables to the "transformer" on the power line when he thought to himself. "this will probably fry me extra crispy. He then decided to jump over and grab the power line and hang from it while he attached the cables. If his feet didn't touch the ground while he was touching the power line, he wouldn't get electricuted. He did this and let go of the line and landed on the ground.
He then grabbed the other end of the cables and proceeded to attach them to what appeared to be the Autobot's central power source. For a second he thought about a redneck joke and jump starting an Autobot. He laughed to himself. "Well, here goes nothing." The Diesel then attached the cables. If this works, a transformer will fix a Transformer, how ironic.
It's a good thing those cables were industrial grade because sparks were flashing all over the engine compartment. Lights started blinking and the low humm of machinery could be heard. "Jackpot!" he said. "This had to be the most jury rigged idea ever! But it worked!!"
He then heard a mumbling sound from the Autobot. "Musss.....heeelf.....mussss......guu....heeeelph."
The Diesel then proceeded to talk. Hoping, praying that the Autobot would understand him... Never in his entire life did he think he would ever hear himself utter these words.
"Wheel Jack, can you hear me?"
Excellent dude. I'm no electrician but wouldn't Dez still get fried when he picked up the other end of those cables, like flying a kite near a powerline. Aw hell, who cares, this is good.
Chapter Four: Innovation
Ever since he was a kid, Diesel always loved Wheeljack. From the stories he had heard about him, to the inventions he had made, he loved him. Diesel looked up to Wheeljack like a role model. "Wheeljack is the coolest." he'd say "He's also a scientist. When I grow up I'm going to be a scientist too." And he did. Diesel had become a scientist and lived up to his dream. Unfortunately though for him, this dream has become a nightmare. With the twisted wreckage of Wheeljack in his driveway, he hoped his science background would come in handy. 'Cause if it didn't, everyone on Earth would share poor Wheeljack's fate.
"You must help me....great danger......Autobots......all......dead" The barely audible voice coming from the wreck spoke. "Please....fate.....of....uni" "What do I do?" Diesel cut him off before he finished. He didn't have much time. The jumper cables, though heavily insulated, would melt and burn soon.
"Glowing...red light......press.." Diesel pressed it and a rectangular shaped object popped out near the voice module. "This had to be the main memory bank and spark housing. Perhaps the most heavily shielded and most dense metal on a Transformers body. He removed it, and just in time too. A bright blue spark erupted from where the cable was attached to the wreck and began to burn its way up to where the cable was connected to the "transformer". "Well, there goes the cables, and my shrubs, and everyones power for about two miles." Diesel muttered to himself.
He quickly went inside with the spark housing/memory bank and grabbed his laptop computer. It was battery operated, or you could plug it into the cigarette lighter of a car. As amazing and advanced over human technology as one might believe Transformer technology to be, sometimes human technology plays a part in new devices or mechanisms the Earth Autobots develop. A USB port was located on the side of the spark housing. Diesel would later come to find out that this was one of the many modifications that Wheeljack and Ratchet had installed on the Earth Autobots just in case something devastating happened. This interface could allow a Transformer to use a human computer to communicate any threat or catastrophic event to the nearest humans. The humans, in turn, would contact the other Autobots and relay such information. It was simply amazing, human technology could interface with Cybertronian technology. This was meant to only be done in the event of a cataclismic occurance. The Diesel had a sinking feeling just what that occurance was.
He quickly grabbed the laptop along with the spark housing and ran out the door to the car. He jumped in the car, plugged in the computer, and proceeded to back out of the driveway in a hurray. He then left the area and headed for the interstate. He had a very long drive ahead of him. It's a good thing his Honda got great gas mileage. He proceeded down the on ramp onto I-65 and headed North. His journey had just began.
Ever since he was a kid, Diesel always loved Wheeljack. From the stories he had heard about him, to the inventions he had made, he loved him. Diesel looked up to Wheeljack like a role model. "Wheeljack is the coolest." he'd say "He's also a scientist. When I grow up I'm going to be a scientist too." And he did. Diesel had become a scientist and lived up to his dream. Unfortunately though for him, this dream has become a nightmare. With the twisted wreckage of Wheeljack in his driveway, he hoped his science background would come in handy. 'Cause if it didn't, everyone on Earth would share poor Wheeljack's fate.
"You must help me....great danger......Autobots......all......dead" The barely audible voice coming from the wreck spoke. "Please....fate.....of....uni" "What do I do?" Diesel cut him off before he finished. He didn't have much time. The jumper cables, though heavily insulated, would melt and burn soon.
"Glowing...red light......press.." Diesel pressed it and a rectangular shaped object popped out near the voice module. "This had to be the main memory bank and spark housing. Perhaps the most heavily shielded and most dense metal on a Transformers body. He removed it, and just in time too. A bright blue spark erupted from where the cable was attached to the wreck and began to burn its way up to where the cable was connected to the "transformer". "Well, there goes the cables, and my shrubs, and everyones power for about two miles." Diesel muttered to himself.
He quickly went inside with the spark housing/memory bank and grabbed his laptop computer. It was battery operated, or you could plug it into the cigarette lighter of a car. As amazing and advanced over human technology as one might believe Transformer technology to be, sometimes human technology plays a part in new devices or mechanisms the Earth Autobots develop. A USB port was located on the side of the spark housing. Diesel would later come to find out that this was one of the many modifications that Wheeljack and Ratchet had installed on the Earth Autobots just in case something devastating happened. This interface could allow a Transformer to use a human computer to communicate any threat or catastrophic event to the nearest humans. The humans, in turn, would contact the other Autobots and relay such information. It was simply amazing, human technology could interface with Cybertronian technology. This was meant to only be done in the event of a cataclismic occurance. The Diesel had a sinking feeling just what that occurance was.
He quickly grabbed the laptop along with the spark housing and ran out the door to the car. He jumped in the car, plugged in the computer, and proceeded to back out of the driveway in a hurray. He then left the area and headed for the interstate. He had a very long drive ahead of him. It's a good thing his Honda got great gas mileage. He proceeded down the on ramp onto I-65 and headed North. His journey had just began.
It's about time you got back to writing. Good stuff. I don't suppose your gonna link this to the alternators line? Opps, I may have given it away again, sorry.
............... But the truth was that Deisel hadn't payed his shop mortgage in years and the bank was forclosing on him. Combined with a stack of unpaid parking tickets, his only choice was to leave town before the fuzz got wind of this. Upon leaving, he swore that one day he would return to his former glory and retake that which he had worked so hard for, but alas, he never looked back.
Months later, the bank had a lone buyer looking to take on the property lost by Diesel so long ago. His name was Wikkid and he stood a lone and ominous figure. His dream was to start a garage of his own which he hoped would eventually flourish into a crazy automotive amusement park, but first, getting this place off the ground was priority. After sweeping the floor, the place looked like new, indeed, I was on my way to acheiving my dream.
After months of doing hack work and short-cuts on insurance claims, fraud was becoming second nature to this boy of the backwoods. He was mass repairing shoddy vehicles unfit for road use. He came across the long discarded GSX once belonging to the former owner of this establishment and got an idea. This thing would make a fantabulous robot car. Wikkid then commitied himself to days of backbreaking sweatty labour in hopes that his efforts would be fruitful. In the end the project was put on hold indefinitely.
Then one day a knock at the door woke me...um... I mean Wikkid from his lazy slumber and he answered the door in a dazed stupor. The man at the door introduced himself as Jesse James of Monster Garage fame. He was an out of work motorcycle building has-been and was lookin for a fresh start. I told him OCC was better but at this lul in his career, it mattered not. I hired him at minimum wage and put him to work sweeping floors. He acted like the job was beneath him, but hey, tuff sh*t, it's my story.
He inquired about the GSX tranformable project and I told him to hush up. That project is still waiting for a reply from MTV as a project on "Pimp My Ride". He begged my to let him finish it and I finally gave in but he wouldn't be paid for it. After a couple minutes he got it working. The project was now finished. To think that all it needed was a 20 amp fuse to complete but hey, we're on a budget around here. Just then, Xibit showed up with the MTV film crew and said they're here to pimp my ride. Too late sucka, the jobs done but here, you can finish up this Mercedes that looks suspiciously like Wheeljack from TF fame.
Months later, the bank had a lone buyer looking to take on the property lost by Diesel so long ago. His name was Wikkid and he stood a lone and ominous figure. His dream was to start a garage of his own which he hoped would eventually flourish into a crazy automotive amusement park, but first, getting this place off the ground was priority. After sweeping the floor, the place looked like new, indeed, I was on my way to acheiving my dream.
After months of doing hack work and short-cuts on insurance claims, fraud was becoming second nature to this boy of the backwoods. He was mass repairing shoddy vehicles unfit for road use. He came across the long discarded GSX once belonging to the former owner of this establishment and got an idea. This thing would make a fantabulous robot car. Wikkid then commitied himself to days of backbreaking sweatty labour in hopes that his efforts would be fruitful. In the end the project was put on hold indefinitely.
Then one day a knock at the door woke me...um... I mean Wikkid from his lazy slumber and he answered the door in a dazed stupor. The man at the door introduced himself as Jesse James of Monster Garage fame. He was an out of work motorcycle building has-been and was lookin for a fresh start. I told him OCC was better but at this lul in his career, it mattered not. I hired him at minimum wage and put him to work sweeping floors. He acted like the job was beneath him, but hey, tuff sh*t, it's my story.
He inquired about the GSX tranformable project and I told him to hush up. That project is still waiting for a reply from MTV as a project on "Pimp My Ride". He begged my to let him finish it and I finally gave in but he wouldn't be paid for it. After a couple minutes he got it working. The project was now finished. To think that all it needed was a 20 amp fuse to complete but hey, we're on a budget around here. Just then, Xibit showed up with the MTV film crew and said they're here to pimp my ride. Too late sucka, the jobs done but here, you can finish up this Mercedes that looks suspiciously like Wheeljack from TF fame.
Hey Deisel did you get to Sparkplus Witwicky in time, and this will have an Alternators tie in won`t it? Please don`t tell me Optimus is gone `cause if he`s gone we`re cooked `cause that means no matrix and if I read right the threat is Unicron. Sorry probably spoiled the surprise. 
SEQUEL! SEQUEL!
yo this is some great stuff!! kudos.
Chaper Five: Loose Ends
Friendly's Auto Salvage, just South of Portland, Oregon.
"You did what!!?!?!?" Screamed Troy "Friendly" Davidson.
"I...I sold five of those crushed cars that got here last week." Replied Tim Johns, Friendly's recent yard worker hiree.
"You idiot!!! Do you realize what you've done?!?! This f*ck-up could cost us the entire operation!! Who bought these cars?!!"
"Some guy from Alabama. He said he was going to sell the metal to some business there along with the handful of cars he already had. I...I didn't know know Mr. D-Davidson. I thought all the crushed ones were for sale along with the junkers. I-I-I'm sorry, sir."
"This could compromise the entire operation." Troy said again. "If one of those cars is recognized by anyone, it could blow our entire secret operation wide open."
"Enough talk flesh creature. This one must be dealt with, along with any other Earth germs that may have seen any portion of this operation. I want no loose ends."
"At once Lord Megatron."
"W-w-what the hell was that?"
Troy reaches to his side and grabs a Walther P-38 Uncle and points it at Tim. A terrific blast of fire-like energy erupts from the barrel and instantly incinerates Tim, the wall behind him, and 35 junked cars behind the shop.
"This is almost a neglible matter, there is virtuallly no chance that any of the Autobot Sparks have escaped destruction, but I will not take any chances. The total domination of the Earth, Cybertron, and the Universe itself is within my grasp. Soon, very soon, we Decepticons will take our rightful place as rulers of the Universe."
Friendly's Auto Salvage, just South of Portland, Oregon.
"You did what!!?!?!?" Screamed Troy "Friendly" Davidson.
"I...I sold five of those crushed cars that got here last week." Replied Tim Johns, Friendly's recent yard worker hiree.
"You idiot!!! Do you realize what you've done?!?! This f*ck-up could cost us the entire operation!! Who bought these cars?!!"
"Some guy from Alabama. He said he was going to sell the metal to some business there along with the handful of cars he already had. I...I didn't know know Mr. D-Davidson. I thought all the crushed ones were for sale along with the junkers. I-I-I'm sorry, sir."
"This could compromise the entire operation." Troy said again. "If one of those cars is recognized by anyone, it could blow our entire secret operation wide open."
"Enough talk flesh creature. This one must be dealt with, along with any other Earth germs that may have seen any portion of this operation. I want no loose ends."
"At once Lord Megatron."
"W-w-what the hell was that?"
Troy reaches to his side and grabs a Walther P-38 Uncle and points it at Tim. A terrific blast of fire-like energy erupts from the barrel and instantly incinerates Tim, the wall behind him, and 35 junked cars behind the shop.
"This is almost a neglible matter, there is virtuallly no chance that any of the Autobot Sparks have escaped destruction, but I will not take any chances. The total domination of the Earth, Cybertron, and the Universe itself is within my grasp. Soon, very soon, we Decepticons will take our rightful place as rulers of the Universe."
FINALLY!! The continuity!!
Chapter Six: On the Beaten Path
The Diesel finally pulled up in front of the sh*tty room at the Ramada Inn on the outskirts of Lincoln, Nebraska. He had been driving for two days and was dead tired. Plagued by car troubles and bad weather, the trip was anything but fun. Luckily, his new Autobot friend Wheeljacdk, albeit disembodied, had been a great help. His Mechanical Engineering knowledge is so encompassing it is indescribable in human words. So a human-engineered internal combustion engine was child's play, to say the least, to one of the top minds in all Cybertronian history. Repairs were made, miles were traveled, and hope was once again renewed. He plugged the laptop with Spark Chamber in tow into the room's electrical outlet. Diesel was filthy and needed a shower and some sleep. While the first came easily, the second, it would appear, did not. Having heard Wheeljack's description of the events that transpired over the past six months, one would find it extremely difficult, if not impossible, to sleep comfortably. Diesel wondered if he would ever sleep soundly again.
The Diesel finally pulled up in front of the sh*tty room at the Ramada Inn on the outskirts of Lincoln, Nebraska. He had been driving for two days and was dead tired. Plagued by car troubles and bad weather, the trip was anything but fun. Luckily, his new Autobot friend Wheeljacdk, albeit disembodied, had been a great help. His Mechanical Engineering knowledge is so encompassing it is indescribable in human words. So a human-engineered internal combustion engine was child's play, to say the least, to one of the top minds in all Cybertronian history. Repairs were made, miles were traveled, and hope was once again renewed. He plugged the laptop with Spark Chamber in tow into the room's electrical outlet. Diesel was filthy and needed a shower and some sleep. While the first came easily, the second, it would appear, did not. Having heard Wheeljack's description of the events that transpired over the past six months, one would find it extremely difficult, if not impossible, to sleep comfortably. Diesel wondered if he would ever sleep soundly again.
Chapter Seven: The Grand Rouse
"Wheeljack, what in the hell has happened?!? The Autobots defeated the Decepticons over a year ago and then departed for Cybertron. How did you wind up in a junkyard?" As the Autobot spoke, the Diesel's heart sank to the floor. It was as if every part of his body weighed a ton and he couldn't move. "What the rest of of the world knows about the final days of the Earth-bound Transformers is completely false. From the capture and destruction of the Decepticon forces, to the departure of the Ark from Earth to Cybertron has all been one massive illusion." Diesel didn't believe him. "I saw that with my own damn eyes live on television!! You can't fake that! You would have to have a few thousand humans in on it!!! Including the entire Untied States Military!!''
"Diesel, will you give your vocal processors a rest and just listen to me?" "Sorry Wheeljack, I'm tired and stressed. I didn't mean to-" "Forget it Deez. Let me explain this whole nightmare from the beginning. You'll begin to understand just how dire the situation really is. It all started about three years ago with a human named Troy Davidson and his Entec coporation. Entec, as you know, is one of the largest manufacturers/refiners of the primitive petroleum-based hydrocarbon fuels that exist on this planet. The Decepticons have always targeted human-based fuel companies and storage facilities ever since they were re-activated along with the Autobots in nineteen eighty-four. For the most part, these manufacturers were glad the Autobots would show up to stop the Decepticons fuel raids. Almost all coporations around the world involved with any type of energy manufacturinmg cooperated with the Autobots. Many were so gracious for the help the Autobots gave them, that they donated huge supplies of their energy stores to aid the Autobots in the effort to end the Decepticon menace. Like I said, most of these manufacturers chose to aid the Autobots. Some, however, saw this war as a means to an end, a way to make a profit, a way to gain power."
"Troy Davidson." Diesel muttered. "Exactly. He was always known as a greedy tycoon and cutthroat businessman even by Earth standards. He saw the Decepticons as power, ultimate power. He wanted a taste. It began with his explicit orders to all of his petroleum facilities to not engage, hinder, or otherwise try to stop the Decepticons from taking the energy they needed. In fact, he told all of his employees to assist the Decpticons in any way possible. He then tried several unsuccessful attempts to personally contact the Depticons, more specifically, Megatron, to attempt to strike some sort of bargain. Finally, during one of the raids on an oil platform in the Gulf of Mexico, Davidson got the attention of the Decepticon's communication officer Soundwave. Never one to turn down any sort of potential useful information, Soundwave contacted Megatron and a sort of alliance was formed. Never one to trust a human, Megatron made sure he had complete and total control of all humans employed by, and having any contact with Entec Corporation. Thus enter the Insecticons."
"The Insecticons?" Diesel asked. "What do those have to do with Entec employees?" "The Insecticon Bombshell has devices called "Cerebro Shells" that allow him to gain complete control over the subject that is injected with one. All but the strongest-willed Transformers can be completely controlled by Bombshell. There is only one Transformer that I have encountered that waas unaffected by the shell and that is Optimus Prime. Humans injected with these shells have no resistence whatsoever. At Megatron's insistence, all Entec employees were injected with cerebro shells. Thus ensuring that there would be no security breach due to "human error."
"Wheeljack, what in the hell has happened?!? The Autobots defeated the Decepticons over a year ago and then departed for Cybertron. How did you wind up in a junkyard?" As the Autobot spoke, the Diesel's heart sank to the floor. It was as if every part of his body weighed a ton and he couldn't move. "What the rest of of the world knows about the final days of the Earth-bound Transformers is completely false. From the capture and destruction of the Decepticon forces, to the departure of the Ark from Earth to Cybertron has all been one massive illusion." Diesel didn't believe him. "I saw that with my own damn eyes live on television!! You can't fake that! You would have to have a few thousand humans in on it!!! Including the entire Untied States Military!!''
"Diesel, will you give your vocal processors a rest and just listen to me?" "Sorry Wheeljack, I'm tired and stressed. I didn't mean to-" "Forget it Deez. Let me explain this whole nightmare from the beginning. You'll begin to understand just how dire the situation really is. It all started about three years ago with a human named Troy Davidson and his Entec coporation. Entec, as you know, is one of the largest manufacturers/refiners of the primitive petroleum-based hydrocarbon fuels that exist on this planet. The Decepticons have always targeted human-based fuel companies and storage facilities ever since they were re-activated along with the Autobots in nineteen eighty-four. For the most part, these manufacturers were glad the Autobots would show up to stop the Decepticons fuel raids. Almost all coporations around the world involved with any type of energy manufacturinmg cooperated with the Autobots. Many were so gracious for the help the Autobots gave them, that they donated huge supplies of their energy stores to aid the Autobots in the effort to end the Decepticon menace. Like I said, most of these manufacturers chose to aid the Autobots. Some, however, saw this war as a means to an end, a way to make a profit, a way to gain power."
"Troy Davidson." Diesel muttered. "Exactly. He was always known as a greedy tycoon and cutthroat businessman even by Earth standards. He saw the Decepticons as power, ultimate power. He wanted a taste. It began with his explicit orders to all of his petroleum facilities to not engage, hinder, or otherwise try to stop the Decepticons from taking the energy they needed. In fact, he told all of his employees to assist the Decpticons in any way possible. He then tried several unsuccessful attempts to personally contact the Depticons, more specifically, Megatron, to attempt to strike some sort of bargain. Finally, during one of the raids on an oil platform in the Gulf of Mexico, Davidson got the attention of the Decepticon's communication officer Soundwave. Never one to turn down any sort of potential useful information, Soundwave contacted Megatron and a sort of alliance was formed. Never one to trust a human, Megatron made sure he had complete and total control of all humans employed by, and having any contact with Entec Corporation. Thus enter the Insecticons."
"The Insecticons?" Diesel asked. "What do those have to do with Entec employees?" "The Insecticon Bombshell has devices called "Cerebro Shells" that allow him to gain complete control over the subject that is injected with one. All but the strongest-willed Transformers can be completely controlled by Bombshell. There is only one Transformer that I have encountered that waas unaffected by the shell and that is Optimus Prime. Humans injected with these shells have no resistence whatsoever. At Megatron's insistence, all Entec employees were injected with cerebro shells. Thus ensuring that there would be no security breach due to "human error."
Bout time you continued this.
I'll have to go back and delete my ghey story cause it screws with continuity.
Hey Deez glad to see that you`ve decided to continue your story. This chapter was really good can`t wait to hear what happens next.
I like it. This is the 2nd fan fic I have read, and I never realized they
are so creative. Good job
are so creative. Good job
Diesel should totally finish this.
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