Episode 13

TFWire presents War Stories, a fan fiction podcast.

Hello everyone, and welcome to another edition

of TFWire's War Stories. Episode 13, I am Megatron.

Yes, I have taken over. Steve is not here this

week, it is only I. Today, I will be reading

a story by Steve. It has to do with a character

he created called Ultimis Prime. This one is

called Angsty Ultimis Prime, with something about

ties or restrictions. He ran across the battlefield.

His special test force was nearly gone, almost

all consumed by the enemy. He tried his best.

and was failing. Too long had this war dragged

on, and now it was coming to a close. Well, for

this long -drawn -out branch of it. Enemy fire

slowly picked off what was left of the 431 strike

force. One by one, Ultimus Prime watched his

comrades and friends fall around him. Every skirmish

dragged on longer than the last. Each time, they

were more battle -worn and had little time for

full recovery. He continued firing. and creating

cover for his troops as they would whiz by and

take on the enemy hands. Some fired from afar,

he saw. Ultima stood, posed behind a rock formation.

He stood up every chance he got to let loose

some shots of his fusion cannon and laser rifle.

He could see troops of both camps falling with

enemy fire. Most of his own task force was MIA,

or presumed dead, but it was only a matter of

time before he too would fall. He hid behind

the rocks again. Nearby came the Ultimus, second

in command. Avatar. Prime, we have lost two more

men in the eastern perimeter. As the record shows,

we have two left out of twelve soldiers. You

and I. Ultimus looked at his old friend. He had

the look of guilt trapped in his optics. It was

his fault they fell. He was their leader, and

he had been failing them. He was no Optimus Prime,

but merely a clone. In fact, he was nothing like

Prime. He valued his troops tremendously. They

were like his brothers. He shook his head, clearing

all thoughts, and put his hand on Avatar's shoulder.

Well, let's finish this and go home. They both

took up arms and ran into another field of cover,

both bots carrying heavy loads of ammo and explosives.

Optimus eventually caught up to Avatar, who was

slightly smaller and faster. We'd better split

up. I will take the eastern battalion, and you

can handle the right. Just come back in one piece,

or you'll owe me for bringing your hide back.

He laughed and took off. But as he ran, he could

hear Avatar yell back, Yeah right, Prime! That's

not gonna happen! Ultimus slid across the side

of the first building. It was cracked and cratered

from enemy fire. He peeked around the side and

watched as three guards walked closer. He drew

a hand grenade and threw - at them, blowing them

into small scrap heaps. He ran into the field

and opened fire with his fusion cannon, leveling

several others. Soon enough, he ended up at a

Decepticon shuttle. He walked closer and scanned

it for energy signatures. It registered four

Decepticons. He couldn't use his fusion cannon

or he'd risk destroying the ship. He had to do

this the old -fashioned way. Around the corner,

there stood one guard talking to another. Prime

stepped in. and grabbed the first making him

and his partner fire on each other both guards

fell to the ground he stepped quietly into the

next room where they grabbed him and held him

prisoner from another room walked in another

larger decepticon he was holding avatar let him

go altimus yelled the decepticons laughed and

ripped avatar apart prime watched in horror as

he saw avatar's optics In them, Avatar knew he

was going to die, and Optimus couldn't save him.

That was the last thing Prime saw before they

knocked him offline. That is the end of the first

part. The second is on a greedy Ultimus. You've

got a Targetmaster and an Energon shortage. It

was the year 2257. The Decepticons now ruled

the planet Cybertron. The Autobots are now the

ones cast out as Galvatron and his Decepticons

had been long ago. The leader of a small splinter

group was now the target master, Ultimus Prime.

Although nowadays he went by the name Ultimus,

as he held no Matrix. That was destroyed in the

last war. The Autobots were run down. Most had

gone into stasis lock, and others had become

thieves. Some had become as dastardly as the

Decepticons they fought against. This was all

due to a great Energon shortage. The Decepticons,

now led by Scourge, had completely cut them off

the source. He also killed all of their flyers

to be sure they starved to death. He was taking

no chances this time. Ultimus ran by the now

local beggars. He was awaiting his special transport

of Energon. He stood still as his target master

jumped down and transformed. Do you think they

got caught? Negative. He is the best and will

bring plenty for us all. The targetmaster shrugged

and walked with Optimus to the dark, dry dock

as ship came into view. It wasn't large, as he'd

hoped. Optimus stood and watched the smaller

bot walk out. He carried two energon cubes. So

this is all? I thought we'd have enough to refuel

and battle the Decepticons. Ran into some trouble.

It seems that the stockpile is also low for my

unit as well. They have us all cut off. Ultimus

pondered this and looked at his target master's

sonic shock. The weapon needed no fuel, as he

ate human food. So what to do, he thought. He

looked at the smaller bot and let him go. As

he left, there was a third cube in the back of

the ship. He was angered and fired a shot, detonating

the ship. Slacking thief. He said, staring at

the remaining cubes. He gathered them up and

was about to walk to the others when another

bot walked in. Ultimus fired on sight. The bot

died instantly. He was surprised at himself,

but took the cubes and refueled himself, stashing

the rest for later. The others would never know

he gained the cubes for himself, or they would

die for finding out. Sad as it was, he now became

the same as the others. A greedy thief. Ah, yes.

The falling of Ultimus Prime. Always a great

story. Well, here's the third. Disheveled Ultimus

Prime. No suggestion for the story. Now, here

it begins. It was another boring day at the office.

He sat in his chair at the desk covered with

reports. This was the last thing he needed. More

paperwork. at first he was fine with it however

as the day progressed he wasted more and more

time soon file after file was showing up at his

desk he grabbed one and read the title it read

how to be a better autobot soldier he looked

at it like who the slag would actually need this

anyhow he read more and more his cybernetic brain

began to hurt he became a little disoriented

at sitting here with this pile of work growing

higher and higher as well as his own pains He

looked at his desk. It was a total train wreck.

The files were everywhere. He looked around the

office and realized much of the mess of it was

the same way. He began digging through for the

rest of the report. It showed his past battle

that his old friend Avatar was in. He missed

his old friend, but no matter. He then began

to sift through the pile hoping for some way

of finding the datapad report. And that's the

end of the story. Yes. And now, to roll on the

credits. This is Megatron, signing off. If you'd

like to hear your fanfic read on a future episode

of War Stories, please head on over to TFWare

.com. Go to the War Stories forums, post it,

and be sure to leave your permission for it to

be read. And you just might hear it on a future

episode of War Stories. As for now, this is Steve

slash Megatron, signing off.