Episode 5

TFWire presents War Stories, a fan fiction podcast.

Hello everyone and welcome to another edition

of TFWire's War Stories, Episode 5. I am your

host, Steven Slash Megatron. The story I am reading

tonight is called Transformers Age of Dissolution.

This is a fanfic that is written by me. Space.

Cold, barren, and nothingness. Vast darkness

was upon him with the exception of the lights

from the millions of stars glowing around his

figure. His body, also dark, was shackled to

the top side of the shuttle. His arms, legs,

and waist all pinned, unable to move. he had

grown tired since the struggle that made him

end up here primary power offline and secondary

slowly depleting helplessness the dark creature

who lay sprawled out thought to himself of old

mistakes and the many failures now he would have

his time to reflect and to possibly change the

course of the future his future long ago in the

course of these three long years it had changed

him as well as his captors he had discovered

that he alone controlled his destiny and that

of cybertron itself his previous plan should

have led to victory and defeat of the maximals

the objects that had stood in his way were merely

the maximals and his traitorous reptilian clone

now things shall take a different course he thought

to himself The only things currently in his way

were the shackles attached to his abdomen, arms,

and legs. The dark entity thought to himself

while the Autobot shuttle, the Maximals, had

acquired open transwarp space. To see the vortex

open before him sent the start of a new idea.

The reclaiming of his world. Cybertron. He would

have to wait to spring his escape for a few more

nanoclicks. Maybe the virus he had researched

in his time on prehistoric Earth could actually

be of some use, should he reach Cybertron before

his enemies. The shuttle entered transwarp space.

The glow upon the shuttle from the vortex grew

brighter. The raw energy flowing around him shook

the shuttle, cracking the controls on one of

the shackles. He continued to remain calm as

he returned as much power as he could allow into

all of his limbs. He shook the shuttle. Again

and again, harder and harder, until his dragon

arm broke free. He ripped the other shackles

off as fast as he could, biting his cyberchains

completely apart. The force upon the shuttle

sent him smashing back against the shuttle and

off the end. The rocket energy scorched his body

as he was sent hurtling into transwarp space.

His powerless form surged through space as he

went offline completely, drifting farther and

farther behind. The shuttle going forward as

his form faded out of view completely. The ship

maintaining course with the future would now

begin to worry, for their captive is gone. The

blue space surged and rocked the shuttle as it

continued onward. Chapter 1 Predacon High Council

The table slowly begins to rise from within the

darkness. At the center of the darkness, a small,

weak light dangled. Also with the tables rising

came three equally dark chairs with that of the

Triparticus Council. A figure, small and lithe,

was in the view of the light. His face looked

gaunt, and facial features looked underdeveloped.

Cacadicon was his name, given by the long -past

Dark One. The figure beside him had features

that of Megatron, but was more of a warrior in

image and size. Both tall and muscular in size,

this figure was. Out of the three, he was the

first to speak. Tripleticus Council now in session.

His deep voice still lingered in the hollow room.

The one known as Sea Clamp spoke next as the

lights continued to dangle above. Ramhorn, has

the subject within question been apprehended?

No. He replied sternly. We currently... don't

know the subject's present location. He hasn't

been heard from since about the time Agent Ravage

was sent to capture the creature. However, Kakanakan

started, Agent Ravage, as well as his ship, hasn't

been heard from since. We have to assume the

subject has taken care of the threat against

him and planned accordingly for future occurrences.

How could we win a confrontation with Agent Ravage

and the Maximals? How could he defeat our finest

bounty hunter as well as the Decepticon elite?

The one in which you speak of isn't to be underestimated.

He is not stupid nor a fool. The gaze of Ramhorn

was upon the two with deep thought. What are

our options at this point? Either continue the

search or assume the best for our sakes, C. Clamp

finished. Very well, the deep voice said, turning

back to the real business at hand. We have but

eighteen megacycles before the Maximals return

as heroes to their people, and further put us

into submission. We have to act now! His fist

came down hard upon the surface of the table,

putting several... Cracks in the cybernetic buttons.

How will we do this? We have to be very cautious

as to not get the Maximals' attention. Then we

must dispose of the elders in quiet. How? The

Maximals are none more as ten to one. There would

not be a chance of any survival. It would be

suicide. Very well. We will wait upon the next

meeting to further discuss this matter. Tripodicus

Council, adjourned. The lights in the great room

dimmed as the chairs in the council slowly sank

into the darkness. In the far corner of the room,

two litly dimmed eyes sat staring upon the descending

council. The shadow went into the darkness as

well. Elsewhere. Within the ancient walls of

old Iacon lies the maximal council of elders.

They sat in the cold and dark citadel. The same

one the Autobot Council of Elders set in centuries

before them. There were a great many of leaders

within the council added over the millennium.

In the center of the room there was a platform.

Upon that platform stood a very distinguished

general. His head blue with slightly golden fins

on the sides. He was a large bot, now free from

a beast form. I'm telling you, Primal still lives

in his battling Megatron. and his ragtag army

as i speak they were on prehistoric earth i saw

prime and -the ark and all that could possibly

wipe us out we need to act now yelled the tall

maximal one of the council members who slightly

resembled prime stood and addressed the maximal

his cloak flew as he stood showing his great

form We understand what you are saying, however

it is a bit far -fetched. The Ark, the great

Optimus Prime of legend, and all those ancients

within. There is nothing that you can prove.

Could you possibly elaborate? Another question

I have is how is it that you have been revived?

Or how did you travel here? He growled. I already

told you. Megatron stole our artifact to the

Golden Disk and learned the mission of the original

Megatron. The original didn't get the chance

to complete his mission because of his epic battle

with Prime before Unicron changed him to Galvatron.

He saved it for any Descendant who would find

and achieve his victory for him. He paused, letting

it soak into the Council's heads. Primal was

closest to Megatron. at the time so he pursued

his ship being the only one capable of transport

flight fought megatrons until they crashed upon

earth about a little after the arc had later

megatron discovered the planet to be earth he

began shaping his own idea of the future realizing

he had the power to create his ultimate dream

he ended up gaining the nemesis and rampage I

was destroyed as X was terminated. The Predacons

blew up a satellite to prevent them from contacting

you. They sent Ravage instead, and he ended up

dead as well. I was the next helping hand for

the Maximals. After my demise, I resurfaced in

my own cryogenic takes to a new body. This is...

He was cut short by Depcharge. I don't have any

more time for talk. Give me some troops and I

will stop the Predacons myself. I can tell you

this. If I were a Pred, I'd be already plotting

to wipe out all of you and take Cybertron. He

stormed off, leaving the elders to contemplate

this new information. He punched the door, transformed,

and flew out the rest of the way into the skies.

Chapter 2 a small light blinked on a terminal

within a vast array of terminals there were eight

screens all aligned together within one a red

flashing light came along with an alert siren

on the workstation a small yellow button flashed

as well a small three -fingered hand reached

forward pressing the button the signal on the

terminal stopped the hand fell back into the

darkness not lit up by the screen of the terminal

an undead horror A treacherous spawn of the Chaos

Bringer himself sat pondering the news as it

came to him. Ah! He spoke with surprise. So they

did survive! He cackled. The sound of it was

sick and twisted yet calm. He continued to stare

at the screen. He watched closely as the diagram

showed an ancient Autobot shuttle closing fast

through transwarp space towards Cybertron. Those

who st - He cackled again before returning his

attention to the screens. I remember only too

well what happened to me. Only the outcome was

far more than I could have imagined. Two dark

skeletal heads spiraled around his new silver

and black form. one of the heads was red and

the other green since my demise on the beast

world i've become a hundred times stronger and

now with the vast power of the valk i can even

create my own army his dark lair was lit only

by the screens two energon pylons and hundreds

of small lit -up spider drones toward the back

of the room several nucleon tanks held his newest

creations One who just recently came online stood

near the tanks monitoring the vital signs of

his new brethren. He too was silver and black,

only his form was very similar to Transmetal

2 Cheetor. Trypidicus Agent, called the one with

the spiraled heads, how long before the others

can be awakened? His voice was deep and scratchy

as he spoke. In about four megacycles. All the

agents are forming very well. Plus the one specific

agent is going to be ready a little sooner. Excellent,

he cackled. Soon my army will be ready. And both

the Maximals and everyone else who stand in my

way shall be destroyed. He shrieked. And that's

the end. If you would like your story to be read

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