The Countdown Manuscripts

Notice:
This manuscript comes after day 10: A New Breed, which is 2-page graphic prequel for the Transformers Countdown series.

The manuscripts were never meant to be made to be sketched, but this served as my aid in plotting the frames, much like a screenplay or story board before drawing panels in comics. As of the present, the manuscript (handwritten) is in Day 6: The Prime Warriors (have a long way to sketch -___-)

Most of the sketched scenes are important scenes that I can't simply express enough in words.

I hope you enjoy the read as much as I enjoyed creating it.
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"A new day has come.

Today, this world will bear witness to the forging of an alliance between two distinctly different species, who are bound together by the same dream of lasting peace.

From the stars we have come to seek that spark which gives us life and power,

but in the process we have discovered and have come to learn that the very source of power, and the meaning of life--- is in the selflessness of sacrifice and the purity of spirit. The only spark that shines brightest in the darkest hour."
------ Optimus Prime

Last words.


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Daley Plaza.
Chicago, Illinois.
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It has been two years since Prime sent the beacon to all Autobots in the nearest galaxies.

Optimus Prime, along with Autobots Bumblebee, Ratchet and Ironhide have publicly agreed to an alliance with the human race. With them are Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Banes, whom they have regarded as heroes, for aiding in the destruction of Megatron.

They proceeded to Illinois during a grueling month-long trip across Northern America from Mission City to New York, after the invitation of various governments, with the United States as their host. It seems everywhere they go, more supporters follow.

The governor has invited Witwicky and the Autobots over to share a bit of wisdom, from such exceptional visitors.

Prominent leaders from around the world are assembled in the plaza, eager to hear the promise of the new day. A new renaissance.

As usual, security is thick, and military personnel are scattered wherever the giant guests go.

Technology will be shared between the species, and for the first time, the promise of a new global peace and perhaps even a possible planetary defense measure is at hand.

With the Decepticons destroyed and vanquished, none shall stand in the way that things should be.

Optimus looked grander than ever, the sun's rays seemingly embracing his hulking frame. Surrounding them are a crowd of thousands, mostly awestruck or curious individuals who are there to see them in person.

The speech was firm. Resolute. A speech delivered by a being that is entirely made of steel, who had in him chivalry that is worthy of adulation befitting the greatest heroes in all mankind.

Almost every phrase is met with roaring cheer, as Prime divulged his offer of technological and scientific aid to mankind thru the arrival more-- yes, more Autobots that he has summoned weeks ago.

It is like a dream, a lovely dream.
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Sadly... it will always remain a dream.

Prime's speech was cut abruptly. Rudely, by a series of traitorous blows from the sky.

Screams. Horrifying screams replaced the endearing cheers that filled the air a few moments prior. There was pandemonium in the streets as the Daley Center started to fall on human and Autobot alike.

It all happened too suddenly.

Neither Ironhide, weapons specialist of the group, nor Bumblebee, touted as the loyal scout, saw it coming. Maybe the military had, but had little time to react.

No one can tell exactly.

There was not enough time to transform and move away. That selfless sense that Prime talked of earlier, the Autobots instinctively put into application: they used their bodies as shields for the humans who are within their reach.

Tons of steel, cement and various rubble fell upon them. More than half of Daley Center's thirty stories of steel and concrete fell into the courtyard, a scene that is still familiar to most in this war-torn world.

After the dust has cleared,

the numerous dead are seen scattered in the street. Mangled or torn apart, most of which will never be identified because of the horrifying explosion that befell them.

Around 4,300 dead and missing. 998 are wounded. Pandemonium strikes the heart of Chicago.

The day is now known as the Daley Center Massacre.

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Survivors point to several aircraft that soared above the courtyard, a few seconds before the blast, with their distant sonic booms as the only evidence of their passing.

The work of terrorists, as some have claimed.

A conspiracy by the first powers, some say.

Only a few know the truth... the horrid truth behind it.
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******radio static********

"The city is in ruins."

"And the Prime?"

****static ****

"Spark activity within a 5 mile radius of the target zone is null. Your precision is unparalleled. I will send you a record of the data post-launch."

"Confirm the report."

"Callsign "Foxy" who is in the proximal blast zone requests your audience, sir."

******static *********
"My lord, the city is in chaos. Optical, thermal and electromagnetic scans of the perimeter reveal zero spark activity other than of known Decepticon recon."

"Splendid. Gather what information you can and return to base immediately."

"Affirmative."

"Sir, what of the Decepticon Merc who assisted you in the assault?"

*****static*****

"She has other tasks to fulfill. All is going according to plan. Order the remaining Decepticons in the area to return to base and regroup."

"Certainly, Lord Horridwing."

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"These giant robots are scum, they brought us nothing but trouble! They should be shipped back to Mars or wherever they came from!"

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"It's a shame that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to share technology from a race totally different from us has gone to waste."

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"Fuck em robots, haul em muthafukkin metal azzes back to JAPAN!!!"

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"What's going to happen to our children? If these robots bring their war here, they'll turn our homes into rubble! We can't have another Daley incident."

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"The end has come! Repent!"

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"It's an inside job, our capitalist government did that because those robots are a THREAT to their imperialist schemes! We must fight for our rights!"

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"Not since the Cuban Missile Crisis has the President declared DEFCON 2 all across the United States. Now, I ask you again, folks, is this really enough to calm the fear? Are we cut to face robots that can imitate our own tanks and aeroplanes? Hell, if my neighbor's camper transforms, I'll shoot it for Chrissakes."

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"This is not good," sighs Autobot Unext as he listens in on the various frequencies broadcasted across the human communication and radio lines.

Unext has been scanning the frequencies for possible coded Autobot transmissions, in the hope of having a rendezvous with the rest of the faction. To date, his efforts have yielded minimal results.

"What is, Unext?" asked Takanuva as he scans the immediate perimeter for any other spark activity. "Nothing has been exactly favorable lately, so surprise me."

Hidden in their vehicle modes, Unext, heavy weapons specialist and communications officer, as an F150


and Takanuva (Tak, as he preferred to be called), a loyal Autobot freedom fighter identified often with the Prime Warrior army, as a Renault Nepta,


they prowl the busy streets of Raleigh, North Carolina, in search of fellow Autobots and to locate possible "spark-touched" (mundane earth machinery that were affected by the fragments of the allspark) to recruit for the Autobot cause.

So far, only a fragmented comm response was received by Unext, in a location somewhere within derived Earth coordinate: 2954668 594498 17R, from a presumed Autobot identifying himself as Autosaver from the Army of Fire, speaking of an imminent massive Decepticon attack on Earthen soil, and a request for back-up and information as to the whereabouts of other Autobots. A questionable transmission was received around a hundred miles from their location, and that is where they are currently heading.

"The Earthlings... they are starting to see us as a hostile entity, along with the Decepticons. We cannot afford to have this host planet turn against us," Unext lamented, as his thoughts drift back from Autosaver's transmission back to the glaring discontent and fear among the humans.

"True, that," Tak replied. "But we must not lose hope, friend. We are Autobots, sworn to protect and to rid the Universe of the Decepticon threat."

"Let's just hope that we find more of our kind in time than the Decepticons... if my hunch is right, the citizens of this human cluster will not hesitate to fire at us if we transform out of our disguise."

"Primus will be our guide, Unext. Primus will be our guide."

"I hope so," closed Unext, as the two turned to Creedmoor, in the hope of getting a fix on one of the possible Autobot transmissions that Unext has come upon earlier.

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A black hypersonic plane soars above the Appalachian Mountains, transforming in mid-air and freefalling to an undiscerned location, roughly breaking its fall with a perfectly sequenced burst of thrusters, making it look like he was gliding to the ground.

Delacroix, tactician of the Mandalorian army, crossed his right forearm over his chest and lifted his fist high, as he saluted the arrival of their ringleader.

"May all Autobots fall in smoldering cinders at your feet, Lord Horridwing," he formally greeted, as Horridwing, leader of the Mandalorians and reputed Supreme Decepticon Commander, descended from the sky.

"At ease, Delacroix," Horrid stated. "It is about time that that doddering old fool, Prime, lined up for his much delayed execution."

"A perfect blow, indeed my liege," acknowledged Delacroix.

"Are the rest of the men in their respective locations?" Horrid asked, as the two entered a well-hid cavern, which served as their temporary hide out and base of operations.

"Affirmative. I inform you, sir, that Ensign Foxy is scouting the periphery of the blast zone. Envoys Swindle James, Roboking and Nebulon are in the lands colloquially identified as "Europe," while Devastator, EX and Blacksun are scattered across the "Asian" tropics. The Mercs under Commander "Hawk" have confirmed their position at the GEODSS site in coordinate 3743126 346376 13S, and are waiting for your order to strike."

"Tell Hawk and her mercs to hold their ground. The two of us will fly to coordinate 4288411 513313 13S and destroy the space control center there that was mapped earlier by Sleepray. We will do this simultaneously in coordination with Hawk and our ally from the Far West," ordered Horrid.

"These human vermin and the Autobots will never know what hit them."

Curious, Delacroix asked Horrid, "Pardon me for my insolence, my lord... but what ally?"

"Delacroix, do you remember a Decepticon who goes by the name Defbringer?"
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Heheh...I can't wait.

-CLAPS VERY HARD- IM ENJOYING THIS STORY DADDY, KEEP GOING PLZ!! ^^

dude...that's friggin awsome! but it was like 3 yrs long!

wohoioo!!! nice one pare!!

Shot dude! (shot means good btw lol) You should add me into this awesome story.

"You won't believe the extent of the damage of the explosion that happened here. To my left, a few blocks from where I am right now is where the thirty-story Daley Center used to stand. A well known civic center, it now serves as a tomb for thousands of murdered souls, and for dreams that were shattered by a single terrorist act. The mayor condemns this underhanded act of..."

As the wounded cable news reporter delivers her first-hand account of the tragedy,

Sirens of policemen and firefighters fill the afternoon air around the fallen civic center. Military personnel and various paramedics are scattered about, searching the rubble and securing the area for any further possible intrusions whether by man, or by machine.

Investigators are working round-the-clock tracing any possible cause for the building's lopsided collapse, delving as far as the make of the building's frame and inviting various people for any leads that might help give answers.

A few hours right after the attack on Daley Center, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, with the approval of the United States President, declared DEFCON2 all across the country. Military vehicles and personnel were deployed from their respective bases, and an order to locate --- and quell the imminent Transformer threat, was placed.

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**** Prizren, Serbia ****

"Steelclaw to Killer Red."

"Steelclaw to Killer Red."

***********(garbled sounds and feedback)**************

"Army of Fire, do you copy?"

"Slag. Something's jamming my signal..."

Steelclaw shakes his head as he turns his com link off for the moment. His capsule has crashed in a remote village on this rock planet, a situation that is far from being coincidential.

He has been deployed here by Killer Red, in the heart of a territory that is purportedly sprawling with Decepticons.

Espionage is a dirty affair and a peerless one, and as he deems himself as a soldier with nothing to lose, he is what can be defined as "perfect" for the task.

He has done this sort of thing way back in Cybertron. He sees no reason to perceive this alien land as any different.

His task today was simple enough: To locate and infiltrate a prominent Decepticon hideout and gather vital information regarding their movements, for transmission to other AoF command units; eliminating any obstacles to the main objective.

A secondary objective would be to locate the makeshift Templar Stronghold, which was previously tracked by the AoF to be in Earth coordinate 4641696 292625 33T: Rome, Italy. From there he will establish contact with their commander, the templar Defender from Ancient Times and propose a joint action to purge the Decepticon menace.

Ironically, "simple" is very much an understatement, especially in an everchanging battlefield. He knows from past experiences that Decepticons never fought honorably, much less battle under the rules of engagement, but he expects such actions in the days ahead nevertheless. Two can play that game.

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Hiding among the foliage in the Sar Mountains, Steelclaw finds the perfect disguise:

A Mig-35, flying side by side with several Mig-29s, soars overhead. Quickly, he captures a digital profile of the aircraft, performs a scan and records the basic physical schematics of the aircraft.

"Splendid," he ruses, as he watches the planes disappear into the horizon.

He checks his position on the global theater and calculates the distance from where he is to his target location.

He would opt to go for the secondary objective until such time that his main task presents itself.

He leaps off the edge of the cliff,

and emerges as the fighter plane that he has copied, flying full throttle West, towards Italy.

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Sephiroth wrote:

Shot dude! (shot means good btw lol) You should add me into this awesome story.

Thanks guys!

The story's mostly done (I don't have to imagine anything since it's written down already).

I'll see where Seph would fit in... you'd have to be in the independents though (like Tean and Pyro and such), since the armies are mostly done story-wise in terms of plot...

Up next:

Manuscripts Day 9: Into the Flames (The Army of Fire)

wow did you draw those?? (of course u did! im asking a stupid question -_-")
but is that optimus prime?

doesn't matter!!! he's fuckin ripped apart!! AWSOME!!!

awesome.....

-her mouth gaps open-
oh darkddaddy teach me to draw like dat.
i love the story.
por favor
please do more.

WEST PALM BEACH, FLORIDA.

A red Lotus Evora roars through Interstate 95 as law enforcers struggle to catch up. A police helicopter and local media choppers follow the scene from mid-air.

Darting like a madman thru the traffic, the sports car proves to be a challenge for his pursuers.



It suddenly swerves right to another street, causing a another car to veer away, the latter hitting a speeding ten-wheeler in the process.

***radio static***
"This is Officer Ramirez. We are in pursuit of a red sports car, Lotus Evora, plate Sierra-Kilo-Alpha-6-9-9. Requesting for back up and a road block along Okeechobee boulevard."

***radio static ***
"Copy, Officer Ramirez, back up is on its way."
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----Earlier...----

Clarence Ramirez thought that this would be a pretty ordinary day. Boring, unventful... save probably a few donuts over coffee, but nevertheless boring. His partner, Bill Edwards, received a coded transmission, for standby for a speeding vehicle that is being pursued. Crusing Interstate 95 after a quick break, they radio in their status and availability for the assistance.

"I bet that's another teenager on crack, 'Rence. Kids these days seem to be wasting away on that shit."

Bill barely finished his snide remark when the Evora soared by them, sending a motorcycle and its rider hurtling fatally against the unforgiving concrete.

"Hot damn! This facko's going down. Hold on to your seat, Bill," Ramirez replied, as he focused his gaze on the rogue vehicle that is fast disappearing into the horizon. He lets the sirens loose and the police car makes its way through the busy highway.

The Evora precisely maneuvers around the other vehicles dangerously, obviously at speeds almost twice the speed limit. Bill struggles to keep the car within his sights, as Ramirez steers their car through the sea of traffic.

The Evora eventually faced a slight curve, slowing it down a bit. Ramirez finds his chance to outmaneuver it, or at least take a good look at the driver. He maneuvers the police car in a position to ram the car, at least at its side to set it off careening outside of the road.

As he approaches the left side of the car, he eventually gets a faint glimpse of the felon behind the wheel. His jaw drops in disbelief as he fixes his eyes at the driver...

there was no one behind the wheel.

Stupefied, he barely got his wits back to reality when he almost hit a van, nudging the steering wheel to the left to avoid ramming into the obstacle that presented itself to him all of a sudden.

The Evora unleashes a steady burst of nitrous oxide, a burst that is virtually illegal by state standards --- the emission itself is equivalent to that of a small flamethrower.

Like a bullet, the sportscar shot through the traffic, hitting cars left and right, and avoiding bigger obstacles that come along the way.

Ramirez couldn't believe his eyes. Nor did Bill, who didn't even get to see the driver's side because of the sudden appearance of the van.

Clarence dismissed it off as a figment of his imagination. "Maybe it's just the wind in my eye, or the speed," he thought to himself. Nevertheless, they have to capture this crook... and probably he'll get the promotion he always yearned for.
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"Decepticon signature, 10:00," Chargemine reported, as he watched a red sportscar drift into street from the main highway, and proceeded to make a perfect J-turn before letting loose another explosive nitrous charge.

His position at a parking space gives him enough room to run a scan for any possible Decepticon activity. In remote coordination with fellow Autobots Metallic and Autosaver, they are able to place a sizeable signal grid to monitor any possible Decepticon channels and their frequencies.

His small frame allows him to go where the other Autobots --or Decepticons could not, and he sees this as an advantage. The disguise as a motorcylce fit him perfectly (Harley Davidson VRXSE-Destroyer).



He releases the 'Rider' decoy, a holographic projection of a human rider, and sets off to chase the Decepticon.

*** communication signal ***

"I have him on radar too. He's as good as dead," came the reply. Metallic has always been one to face the Decepticons head on.

A few blocks down the road, a blue Mitsubishi Altima makes a swift turn towards the direction where the Evora was heading.



"Time for some metal justice," Metallic gloats, as he releases a nitrous burst of his own, following suit after ChargeMine, who is also cruising at unbelievable speeds.
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Thanks for the reviews, amigos (and amigas) This is seriously longer than I projected it to be (for a short and simple plot), hence the difficulty of putting everything into drawing.

Hawk, the images were in Photoshop. I could teach you the renders I learned from the others at DeviantArt, but for the sketch, if you could get one there, I suggest you get the "How to Draw Transformers" Illustrated no other than by IDW artist Guido Guidi himself. I have one on my desk. It's very helpful.

Tean, that's not Prime... but you'll get to know who that guy is in a few days.

Dev, I let you wreak havoc literally.

Again, thanks everyone!

wooohoooo!!! kelan ako lalabas? naeexcite na ako e, hahahaha!!!

OMG, PLZ KEEP GOING DADDY, IM ENJOYING VERY MUCH UR STORY! ^^

photoshop?
im learning now how to use it in college
and a tf book?
wow now this i must see.

Yup, Photoshop.

I draw on paper though, as I don't have a tablet yet for my PC. So all of my drawings that I posted are all scanned images that I digitally colored, or digitally enhanced thru photo manipulation.

If you have the time to watch Youtube, watch Iceflowstudios' videos for some excellent how-to photoshop tutorials. He does it step-by-step, so it's really easy to follow.

As for the TF book, this is the actual book I use:


The tutorial is by Simon Furman, but (master) Guido made all the sketches. Guido is one of those responsible for the "All Hail Megatron" series, if I'm not mistaken.

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Dev: Malayo-layo pa Mandos dre, puro Autos ang Days 9 to 6. Pero may mga 'cameo' lahat ng Decept dun kc intertwined yung kwento.

"The suspect is cutting through Drexel road."

***static***

"Roger that."

****static****

"Command, Divison 3 reports that license plate number Sierra-Kilo-Alpha-6-9-9 is not registered in our district. Possible grand theft auto. Possibility that suspect is armed and highly dangerous. The SWAT team is on its way."

***static***

"This is Malcolm, we are in position at Elmhurst. The road block and the spike traps are in position at Drexel corner Fairgreen. The THI will be coming in through Vista Parkway, we'll try to box the little bugger in here. We need all available officers within the area. The suspect is considered to be armed and extremely dangerous."

****static****
"Officer Ramirez to Officer Malcolm. We are tailing the subject here at Okeechobee. He's caused a lot of mayhem already at I-95, proceed with caution. Unidentified blue sedan and a black motorcycle are in the chase, connection to the primary suspect is unknown. I repeat, blue sedan and black motorcycle are in the chase."

"Copy that, Ramirez."

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Metallic speeds through the boulevard, a clear 200 meters ahead of Chargemine, as he races towards the Evora. The elusive Decepticon suddenly makes a sharp turn and drifts cleanly into a street, at the left, as two WPB P.D. Mustang Interceptors blocked his path.

"Damn it, these humans are getting in the way!" fumed Metallic, as he veers towards the left, after the Mustangs entered the street in pursuit of the red sports car.

Most people ran for safety, as the Evora zoomed through Drexel Road. Curious onlookers peered through their windows, as the police scrambled to trap their furious suspect.

The Evora zoomed past the patrol car of Officers Warren Malcolm and Steve Jared. They turn their sirens on and drive out of their hiding place, blocking the chokepoint and any possible means for the sportscar to do a reverse and elude capture. The Interceptors, from the Traffic Homicide Investigators unit, sealed the road entirely.

"Metallic, try to minimize the collateral damage as much as you can. Remember, these creatures are innocent and we must shield them from our conflict with the Cons as much as we can," reminded ChargeMine.

"I'll do my best, but I can't promise anything," Metallic replied wryly. In his mind, he knew that what Chargemine is asking for is impossible. This is war, and in war the one who lets up is the one who loses.
He had to make sure that he'll land the first shot.

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The police have set up an impromptu road block, and the road spikes, sand barriers and patrol cars are set in place to block the sportscar's further rampage. A sniper is set behind the blockade, taking aim at the car's hood, in the hope of punching a round through its engine to stop it.

The sniper, Officer Karl Barrett, is a seasoned urban sniper and has been in similar situations several times, and in all of them, he never missed his mark. He took a good aim at the incoming vehicle and proceeded to fire a shot...

He held back, as his target suddenly shifted in motion, registering from his scope as massive, jerky movements. He took his eye away from the scope just in time...

to see the Evora drift clockwise, as it transformed into a giant robot, similar to the ones in Mission City.

The robot continued its slide in one clean motion, rotating 360 degrees, and let loose a spray of automatic gunfire at the road block, as its skid grinds to a halt. More than half of the team at the roadblock died instantly at the sudden assault, their police cars pincushioned by a hail of rounds as huge as BMG .50s.

Barrett crawled on the ground in gibbering panic, as the robot turned around and fired at Malcolm's blockade.
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"Okay, all rules are OUT of the window now," Metallic shrugs, as he approaced the chaotic scene.

Malcolm almost choked on his own spit as the robot turned to face them, its built-in machine gun sketching a bullet trail continuously towards them. "Whoa, whoa whoa!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Malcolm ducked instinctively, hands over his head, as the bullets went through their car, shattering the windshield and tearing his headrest off right in the middle. He screams in horror as he sees voluminous amounts of blood on his hands, and realizing that it wasn't from him-- it was Steve's, a quarter of his skull torn off his face, his exposed cheek flaps dripping whatever blood is left on his traumatized partner.

He frantically looks at the rear view mirror and sees that the THI are dead and gone, with one of the Mustangs starting to catch fire.

He sets the police car to reverse, but the engine is dead, and from what he is smelling... he is leaking fuel.
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Metallic transforms into his true self, and fires a fusion round at the raging Decepticon.

The Con ducks by instinct and tumbles to the other side of the barrier, exchanging fire with the new --- and obviously viable adversary.

"Oh no, you won't get away this time," taunted Metallic, as he fired a volley of shots from his fusion device.

The Con ducks low for cover, as the shots zip close above him. He sees a human crawling frantically in the concrete. It turns and pleads frantically, when it realizes that he sees it.

"Save yourself the trouble, Autobot worm. Better yet... save THIS!"

He grabs the human by its leg--- Officer Barrett, and flings him violently like a rag doll towards Metallic.

Metallic instinctively deflects the projectile with his arm, realizing too late that it was a living being, as Barrett-- screaming shamelessly at the top of his lungs, breaks his neck on Metallic's forearm at 60 mph.

"Ohhh, slag... you didn't... ARrrrrrrggghhh!!!" Metallic growled, as he realizes the wanton violence of his enemy. "There is no talking with this fool now," he thought to himself.

Metallic charges his enemy, furiously launching shot after shot. He steps on a squad car --- Malcolm's, missing Malcolm by an inch, and runs to his enemy. The ceiling of his own car traps Malcolm, who is by far inconsolable with regards to impending doom, as of the moment.

His enemy's face suddenly registers onto his memory bank, as he gets a closer look.

"Wait," he wondered...


"PYRO you damned piece of scrap!!!!!" He yelled, as he brought out a second fusion gun and let loose a series of unrelenting energy blasts.

"Ah, Metallic, nice to see you here too... NOT. Well, play with fire, you get burned," Pyro sarcastically replied, as he gloated at the mayhem that he has caused today. He lets his right-hand machine gun cool down a bit, as he aims his left arm at Metallic, who is running towards him. A series of hinges and hydraulics open to reveal a small cannon of sorts.

A fusion shot comes in contact with his machinegun hand, knocking the weapon off several feet away.

Pyro fixed his aim at Metallic, but sees a more viable target... an unknown Autobot, disguised as a motorcycle, a good 500 feet away.

Metallic, weapons still ablazing, defiantly replied, "You know what, shut the fu--"
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ChargeMine turned left just in time to see the horror unfold before him.

"Primus help us..."

His stupefaction was cut short by a massive explosion that, by sheer force, set off car alarms and shattered the windows of establishments around him.


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wow.. impressive

WOW! O_O