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The Hexagon Industries
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Founded: Aug 30, 2017
Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby The Hexagon Industries » Fri Jul 27, 2018 4:06 pm

"Cordova."

The Chancellor was lifted up by the chains wrapped around his wrists, showing his face. His lip bursted and bled, his left cheek burned, and his right eye was bloodshot. Several wounds littered his face, most large enough to be needed to be stitched up by medical personnel. Wearing nothing but tattered pants, his bare ribs showed, showing evidence of the Hexagon's flash denutrientation device. A former husk of his former self, the Chancellor stared at the Seer with lifeless eyes, not even a peep sounded from his throat.

"Enjoying your time here, Cordova?" the Seer smiled, bending down to Cordova's height. He chuckled, before standing straight once again, snapping his fingers as he did so. "I would like you to meet 00425-048."

Behind the Seer, the doors opened, revealing an exact clone of Cordova, escorted by four Cerberus guards. The first Cordova's eyes widened, his mouth opening wide. The second Cordova knelt down to his height, and stared at the first Cordova's face. "I am ashamed at myself for going down this route. I pity my own foolishness," the second spoke, before standing up again. With the Seer and the guards leaving the torture room, the Second spat at Cordova, and cleared his throat. "May this be a lesson for you." Turning around to leave the room, the Second placed his hand on a panel, his thumb directly on top of a switch. The First's head went limp, knowing that there was nothing he could do. After the flick of a switch, the Second left the room, leaving the door slightly open, filling the hallways with the screams of a former Chancellor.

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Above Verdensk

"Airspace my ass! We're trying to save all of you from the impending doom, and I will not have our operations be disturbed by some hotshot Terran military!" the pilot shouted. "I was ordered to keep watch over you, and so help me, if I see even one soldier cross the Hexagon Perimeter, I will personally drop a Void Charge over your capital!"

The Canopy then disabled all its weapons, and the pilot sighed. "Look, I can't desert my post. However, I can contact our dreadnought, and tell them to send an ambassador to your capital."

Without waiting for answer, the pilot immediately pressed a button, jumping to the Hexagon Frequency. "Pilot to Catalyst, request ambassador, over."

Looking to his left, the pilot looked at the landed pods as agents poured out from them. Seconds later, a beam of light shot out from the center, and the second wave began, accompanied by a second deployment of larger, more bulky pods, one hundred meters away from the agents' drop point.

Looking down, the pilot watched as the faraway pods opened, and the flash fabricators began to operate. One by one, numerous models of the Auxiliary Robotic Military emerged from the inside, armed with SL-12 Silencers, X4-05b Gammas, FOD-04b Apertures, and SR1-12 Micromissile Launchers.

The pilot paused, staring at the sight happening before his very eyes.

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Deathbringer, Gate 7A

"Make an opening for the Trojan Horse! We're using training ammunition, but those equipped with live ammunition are to fire at the Decepticons!" A High Seer commanded. "Megatron thinks that he can push us around? Corrupt our very souls? Defect our perfect units into joining his cause?! We will not give him mercy, we will not give him solitude after this! Today, Megatron and his petty following falls!" Hearing the gates open, the High Seer turned around, a smile slowly forming on his face. "Prepare the Trojan! The Dreamwalkers shall show them no mercy! Death to the Cybertronian Domain!"

The Second nodded, holding a P1-028 Spectre, loaded with live ammunition. Behind him are eight Fanatics, ten Knight Trojans, twenty Dominions, five Cardinals, and twelve Dreamwalkers.

The door to the gate soon opened, and the faux firefight began.

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"Come on men! To the ship!" the Second yelled, firing at round at a Dominion, missing by an inch away from his helmet.

While the Second's guards "fought" their way into the ship, the twelve Dreamwalkers, accompanied by eighteen extra Dreamwalkers, bringing nine Martyrs, went in the ship. The eighteen and the nine Martyrs hid in various spots inside the battleship, while the twelve went inside the ship's hangar, waiting for the Second's guards.

"Come on, Cordova!" One Dreamwalker yelled at the Second, flinching as a stray live bullet hit the wall near him. "Damn it!"

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down gods, demons, deities and
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, believing that
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Arkeyana
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Democratic Socialists

Postby Arkeyana » Sat Jul 28, 2018 12:20 pm

Co-write between Pax Cybertronian, Arkeyana, and with The Hexagon's approval

Stormhammer would feel dizzy, time slowing down as everything went black. He would bling and suddenly be on a large platform in the middle of a purple maelstrom, a barely visible white field protecting him from it.

“What the?” Stormhammer replied. He then shouted out to the maelstrom, thinking that someone was located there. “Where am I?! Who’s there?!”

There was a rumbling, getting faster and louder as whatever caused it drew near. Eventually, a massive being dwarfing Unicron appeared, a vast ring with even larger sets of wings running along its rim. “You are attempting to evacuate a ‘Bill Cordova’, correct?” the being inquired, its rumbling voice shaking the maelstrom around them. “I believe I have something to help you with, but it will come at a price.”
Stormhammer chuckled, slightly unnerved. “How did you know? You’re massive. I think I’ve met some people similar to you before.. but I’ll accept anything. I feel like Cordova’s nearby.”

The being made no noise. “I am something that your kind is not yet ready to understand, but it is for another time. I will send a schematic to your ship, and I want your kind to build it in orbit around one of your planets. It will benefit you in the long run, so long as you don’t activate it yet,” the being said.
“In return, I will free Cordova and transport him to your ship. Do we have a deal?”
Stormhammer was silent for a few seconds, contemplating the greater being’s words. “Lord

Megatron will be sceptical of it, that I’m sure of, and he’ll try to activate it before it’s ready. I obviously don’t want that to happen. What should I tell him? We have a deal, but I can’t risk my race. And... how long are we talking about when you say ‘in the long run’? Couple of months, to put it into terms you’ll understand? Couple of years.”
Enthroned Night paused, a line of lights running along its ring. “Tell him that it needs to stay deactivated for the time being. I will activate it when ready. You see, I’m still rebuilding my home and I need time for that. At least for a few decades until I complete that task.”

Stormhammer smiled at the larger being. “Well, Megatron’s eventually gonna snap, but I can keep him preoccupied until that happens – probably for a couple of decades at the most. That’s nothing but weeks for us – days, even. What do you have for me?”

A light appeared in the centre of the ring, expanding into a slit before wreathing itself in blue flames. “I can free Cordova using my weapons. All I need you to do is seal the deal by shaking my hand.”

A hand appeared for Stormhammer to shake, shrinking itself down to the size of the Decepticon’s own hand.

Though he hesitated slightly, Stormhammer would reach out and shake the hand covered in blue flames. “That’s a done deal, my friend.”

Enthroned Night disappeared, the maelstrom and platform collapsing before Stormhammer re-entered reality. All sensors on the ships present in the Deahbringer would indicate that a being the size of a star appeared below the Orbital Plane of the Sun, and within the Deathbringer itself, a portal would open. Dark purple energy flew out and sliced open Cordova’s chains before wrapping around him and teleporting him to the Decepticon ship.

“It is done,” Enthroned Night said to Stormhammer, and it disappeared as soon as it came, a large white mist left in its wake.Though he hesitated s
“Thank you, my friend,” Stormhammer said, smiling. “I’ll ensure that Megatron hears of this when he gets off the Moon. Or, perhaps, I’ll contact him once we’ve got Cordova.”

There was one last message: “Cordova is already on the vessel. Go.”

Stormhammer turned to his Decepticons. “Get the Dreamwalkers! We’ve got Cordova! Let’s go!"
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Shwe Tu Colony
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Shwe Tu Colony » Sun Jul 29, 2018 12:19 am

Pax Cybertronian wrote:Meanwhile, Laserbeak continued his pursuit for the boy with the drone...


The Moon
Moments after D'aillisioux was dropped off, an enormous, lanky orange arm reeled into the area from the heavens & gently gripped the Moon, its fingers stretching almost halfway down it. At the same time, it emitted a weak pulse that shoved anyone nearby or where it would land away from it, causing them to slide on the Moon's surface away from the hand without taking damage. If anyone thrown back collided with anything else, they would somehow bounce off of the object with no harm to either. With its position over the Moon now consolidated, the hand simply stayed there, but it was unlikely to be blocking anything important & was certainly not interfering with the battle between the Valentians & the Decepticons, nor had it. Overall, it now seemed to be doing nothing.

However, D'aillisioux became even more tense with the hand's appearance, which had coincided with the disappearance of the claws gripping him. "A-ah!" he yelled out after the claws released him, struggling in Soundwave's grip & frantically looking around, "Wh-where am I?" Due to the way the claws had held him, he had decided to shut his eyes during the flight to the Moon, too terrified to see where he was being brought. However, the moment his gaze fell upon the orange arm in the distance, his movements halted & his expression contorted into one of terror as his hands went towards his neck, gripping the dark blue scarf inside the open button-down collar. "N-no... I don't-I don't... want to g-go b-back," he stammered out as he began to quietly sob.

"I-I have to g-go! I can't— I can't stay here!" he said while thrashing about before suddenly being cut off, his hands then beginning to frantically pull at something invisible that was around his neck. No matter how hard he tried, though, it seemed that he couldn't get it loose, but he continued to try to pull whatever it was away from his neck. As expected, he was moving around much more in his struggle — every part of him was thrashing around in his panic & terror, & Soundwave would likely find it hard to hold him. Something's choking me! he thought to himself as he continued his frantic movements. His eyes shifted towards the Decepticon, as though expecting that the robot would somehow be able to help him against whatever invisible thing was around his neck. However, as the boy had no difficulty breathing on the Moon's surface or in the vacuum of space, it was likely that he wouldn't die from whatever was wrapped around his throat.

Meanwhile, the drone was anticlimactically destroyed by a few arcs of orange energy that the hand emitted. No message would be getting back to any of D'aillisioux's allies.
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Left-wing Utopia

Postby Valentine Z » Mon Jul 30, 2018 11:09 pm

Quickie OOC reference: For this fight, take an average human to have 2000 HP, while the Decepticons will have around a good 20000-50000 HP. Refer to this chart for individual abilities.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Let's give them hell, boys! Show them that Valentians will not fall to the petty darkness, and we are not to be pushed around!

After a long moment of silence, Amenria finally opened communications again, this time to Valentine. "Hello? Hello, can you hear me? This is Heavenly General Li from the Imperial Amenrian Armed Forces. You're the least dangerous and most trustworthy of the nations out there in that universe, so give us a quick recap. We've long since withdrawn our forces due to interuniversal instabilities, but we're still worried about Unicron."


General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Clarissa, please handle that message! Tell them that sixty of us are not going to put that much of a dent, but we are trying our best!

In the span of 1/60 seconds, Clarissa typed up and sent a message to the Amenria troops. The message read as follows:

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Greetings, Heavenly General Li,

We thank you for your assistance and offer to help us, but we can understand ! Unicron is not our main concern at the moment, seeing how we might be blown to smithereens by the Decepticons that are on the Moon right now. We are trying our best to help out against this Unicron menace, but with our current situation and the lack of manpower, we have shifted our attention to the Decepticons and Megatron. It appears that Ordocravians are not exactly aligned with the Decepticons, but at the same time, they are not aligned with the Autobots either. We are not exactly sure what is happening, but there is a three-way battle between Autbots and Valentians, against the Ordocravians, against the Decepticons. This is not going to end that well, but we can certainly try!

Best of luck with your future endeavours, and stay safe!
Surveillant Clarissa


Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Vt. Clementine Harumi: Okay, the message has been sent, Val!

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Good, good… now let's give the Decepticons hell! Priority on Megatron, but if there are any of these fuckers along the way, no mercy!

Lead Ambassador Germaine Moira “Mercy” Sylvia Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Hailie Constance: Err, ahem!

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Not you, sweet Germaine. The actual mercifulness… bah, you know what I mean. AANVALLEN!

The Valentians were spread along a line, in small teams of 4-5 such that they would not be taken out all at once. Megatron roared, and then, he and his Decepticons – the royal guard, the Thrashriders, the Warriorcons – all charged at the Valentians, aiming to kill as many as they could find.

L. Cpl. Matthew Russell Victor Zackary James Adrian Jarchigudai Shinghk Aspertia Emlig Mauci: Gulp…

Senior Pvt. Freddy Greyson Ericson Marvin Anthony Tornike Bidzina Babken Murtaz Aslanishvili: Hey, don't worry… we got each other's backs.

3rd Lt. Leonard Clinton Tyrell Clement Danny Yusef Stiaan Heinrich Jonathan Erco Van Der Linde: Fight to the death!

The first Decepticon (Decepticon #1) charged head-first to Valentijn, who, despite his size, was able to be knocked down by the said Decepticon. With Valentijn pinned down, Decepticon #1 prepared to slice Val's neck, only to be stopped by Foresittend Marcus who charged and bashed the Decepticon out of Val's way, while Fleet Admiral Augustine hooked the Decepticon in place. General Valentijn charged up his fist and dealt 70000 damage to the poor Decepticon, shattering it into bits.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Holy crap, these guys are strong! They could pin me down just like that…

On the other parts, it was not very lucky. Decepticon #2 charged towards an entrenchment containing Staff Sgt. Ezekiel Victor Brennen Zaine Sterling Cedric Doog Beelwade Azaria Faris Dt. Maxamed, 2nd Sgt. Malcolm Theodore Xavier Brian Julian Fidel Seimanis Venantijs Rennas. Kostas Bērzīts, and 3rd Sgt. Tracie Valentina Kat Pauline Sarah R. Alexi Kyllikki Terhikki Anni Sam. Ilmatar Hyvärinen. The Decepticon kicked Staff Sgt. Ezekiel so hard with such a damning force that he was nearing death. In vain, he tired to fire off a few shots containing virus-darts, but given that these are inorganic robots, he was unable to cause that much of a damage. 2nd Sgt. Malcolm retaliated and circling around Decepticon #2 for a short time, he bashed his leg with all his might. It caused a concussion on Malcolm, which dealt 675 damage (50% of normal damage), but it toppled Decepticon #2 and he fell into a small pit right across their entrenchment. 3rd Sgt. Tracie then charged up her cannon and fires off 100 plasma rounds in quick succession, dealing around 8000 damage to Decepticon #2. But it was simply not enough; moreover, with 2 wounded units, Lead Ambassador Germaine Moira “Mercy” Sylvia Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Hailie Constance was quickly alerted and tried to nurse back 2nd Sgt. Malcolm back to full health, after which she would resurrect back Staff Sgt. Ezekiel. At least, that was the plan… Decepticon #2 quickly got back to his senses and charged his cannon, aimed at Germaine, Ezekiel, and Malcolm… 3rd Sgt. Tracie managed to morph into a ball and formed a defensive matrix, but she was quickly swatted away by Decepticon #3 that charged up behind his friend, and with that… Germaine, Ezekiel, and Malcolm was blasted into oblivion.

Valentijn saw the explosion from 150 meters away.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Germaineeeee! Shit! Holy shit, we lost 3 people, and one of them was Germaine!

3rd Cpt. Linus Maverick Winston Nelson Esteban Drak Veer Hanuman Yao-Yun Karmatha Merrick: This isn't good! Germaine is the only one who can resurrect allies… we are going to die one by one that way…

Sgt. Maj. Nicholas Carlos Devin M. Jeremy Ned Jovan Yogarasa Varuni Chanda Seth Satavelekar: We will mourn for later. Right now, they still have 57 of us to deal with.

3rd Sgt. Tracie Valentina Kat Pauline Sarah R. Alexi Kyllikki Terhikki Anni Sam. Ilmatar Hyvärinen: I am so sorry, guys! I couldn't save them! He… he swatted me out of the way!

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: No worries, Tracie… this is not your fault, can't help it… Marcus, Jolyn, Gwen, please help Tracie take out that son of a bitch! I… Megatron is heading towards me.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill ł. Athena Vasilisa Helen Ceeta: With pleasure.

Stopping time for everyone except the 4 of them, Jolyn managed to bring Marcus, Gwen, and Tracie back to where Decepticons #2 and #3 are. Marcus shielded one of the attacks and after that, charged up his cannon and fired it towards Decepticon #2's head, dealing absolute 10,000 damage since it's the head. Jolyn managed to finish it off by dealing 1950 damage due to a few missed shots. Decepticon #2 was down and out.

While Jolyn was reloading her pistols, Decepticon #3 tried to slam his fist towards her. Fortunately, Gwen managed to blink in time and put both her and Jolyn out of harm's way. Due to the low atmospheres, Marcus jumped towards the large Decepticon's head and gave it a few meaningful bashes, dealing 1000 x 6 damage. He was able to deal a few hits because he was trying his best to grapple and have a good grip on Decepticon #3's shoulder. This was all before he was grabbed and thrown down onto the ground, losing 2/3 of his 6000 health pool.

Foresittend Marcus Alan Ariel Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Revlin Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: Oh my goodness… this son of a bitch hurts so much.

Head Medic Ray Klarke Zane Samson Kourtney Brian Drake Cameron Jona T. Jaylon Melvyn Everett: Hang tight, I got you covered.

With a brilliant display of marksmanship and medical expertise, Ray managed to fire off a few healing darts at Marcus, nursing him back to 90% of his health. Ray had other people to attend to. In the meantime, Jolyn and Gwen managed to slow down Decepticon #3 with a combined effort and just like that, Decepticon #3 is dead. With a combination of Foresittend Marcus' concussive bashes and plasma burns, along with Gwen and Jolyn's time-distortion fields, and Tracie's plasma bombardment, has ensured victory towards Decepticon #3.

On another side, Trade Representative Charmaine Marissa Hannah Katherine Vivian Hadriane Gwyneth Melny Teresa, Commodore Cheryl Rikka Catherine Emily Paulie Hermione Lauren Shermaine Rachel Evelyn Marian, Head of Specs. Ops. Isaac Logan Carlson Phillip Randall Trevor Celin Mathias Mørk N. Washington, and 3rd Com. Colleen Selina Heather Lizzie Andrina Leo. Valente Zakiti Adelaida Codorniu Irene Tessa are trying their very best to fend off Decepticon #4 – heavily armored than usual, and was absolutely tanking all the damage they could deal. Commodore Cheryl approached Decepticon #4 head-on and using her combination of powers, she was swinging her scythe at breakneck speeds, her DPS (Damage Per Second) peaking at 697.5, as well as draining 0.5% of max. HP from the Deception. However, that was not enough, as Decepticon #4 was managed to shrug off her attacks and swatted her one side, hitting Charmaine along the way. Issac has been emptying magazine after magazine for goodness knows how long, with a total of 200 bullets being fired at the Decepticon (13,000 damage), but this was a heavily armoured Decepticon with some 40,000 health, or something. This Decepticon #4, fortunately for the Valentians, has a weak spot – susceptibility to fire. 3rd Commander Colleen used this to her full advantage, hurling firebombs and just getting close to it and flaming it left, right, centre. Decepticon #4, now 3/4 damaged, approached Colleen and proceeded to hit her… hard.

3rd Com. Colleen Selina Heather Lizzie Andrina Leo. Valente Zakiti Adelaida Codorniu Irene Tessa: Please let me go out in a blaze of fire, you motherf-

And just like that, Colleen was swung towards her fellow colleagues. While her last moments and her death fulfilled herself, it was apparently not so much for the other three… The napalm tank strapped on her back blew up, and while there was little to no air in space, the pressure and force was enough to kill the 4 of them. Alas, Charmaine, Cheryl, Isaac, and Colleen are crispy and dead.

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette Brigetta Marce Tanya Whitney Hoshiko Radiance: Kuso! Val, 4 of our people are pronounced dead! Chermaine, Cheryl, Colleen, and Isaac… they are all killed by that Decepticon!

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: I'll handle Megatron. The rest of you… prioritise and fight any Decepticons that tried to attack you. On the double, people, our survivability is getting lower! Clarissa, you have the highest DPS amongst us, go slay some Decepticons!

Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Vt. Clementine Harumi: Whoo-hoo… time to kill them evil robots, haha!

Vice Premier Ministre Markus Tom Lincoln Schillinger Lewis Joyelle Wei Jaiden X. Geoff Julius Wyatt: Clarissa, you know that some of us died, right? Like… really DIED?

Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Vt. Clementine Harumi: I wouldn’t worry about it too much.

Decepticon #4 headed towards Clarissa, trampling Senior L. Cpl. Amanda Rhianna Zann Lilly H. Kendall Vesna Euphemia Neola Minerv Gianopoulou. She managed to stuck a cluster needler bomb along the way, but that wasn't enough to kill the Decepticon given the armour type. It was Clarissa that delivered the final blow, her twin M134 miniguns doing a quick work on Decepticon #4 and making it fall hard.



Aboard the bridge of the NSS Requiem, the first and largest ship to pass through the rift, there was much commotion. Engineers huddled around computer screens, gasping and frantically flipping through different data points. In the largest chair sat the rear admiral, dressed in dark gray long coat made of kevlar, and peaked cap, his coat covered in medals. He also wore a simple pair of matching gray trousers a massive pair of black leather boots that rose up to his knees, and were covered with steel plates. He folded his black gloved hands together as he watched the rest of the bridge.


A huge rift in the space caused the Valentians (and presumably the Decepticons) to be distracted by it. Valentijn especially took a notice of it, talking it through with his friends while they fended off the Decepticons.

Assistant Secretary Mandy Juliet Voorzicht Willow Stephanie Madison Rose Deborah Colette Vanessa: If I have the pleasure of asking… who are they?

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy W. Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison: Beats me! *A few gunshots from her pistol, followed by a blink* But something tells me that they are not the Autobots.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Well, let's find out! GET OFF ME!

"I am Rear Admiral Treuenfeld of the Death's Hand Legion of the Necropolitan Armed Forces. I represent the lawful authority of Necropolis, under the glorious and wise rule of the Supreme Dictator. Under the Mortal Regulation Act, all mortal lifeforms must join our ranks, or submit for immediate execution. So, what will it be? Join, or die?"

AF1010 = Rear Admiral Karl von Fischer-Treuenfeld


General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: You have got to be kidding me! How many of them want US dead?

Zastępca Surveillant Adriana Krystal Desiree Venus Kowalski Faith Stanislawa Eng. Sztormowska Lillian: The answer would be "a lot", I'm afraid at this point… Necropolitian… Necropolis… wait, have't we came across them before?

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: I did meet them now and then, but… why would they flat out prepare to attack us? *punch!* GET OFF ME, YOU DECEPTICON MANIAC!

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara Pernella Ellie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr F. Millicent Eirian: Well, suppose that we are to join them, but at what cost? Perhaps we should ask about their alignments with us.

Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Vt. Clementine Harumi: Ooh, good idea! Let me send back a transmission:

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This is Surveillant Clarissa sending on behalf of General Valentijn and the Valentians. We would love to be your allies, but at the same time, please state your allegiance. Are you with the Autobots, or with the Decepticons, or with the destructive Unicron? We await for your reply, and we would appreciate it if you do not pre-emptively attack us.

Clarissa, over and out.


Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Vt. Clementine Harumi: Now all we have to do is wait!




In another part of the defense line, Decepticon #5 lumbered its way towards Commander Michelle Karen Kassandra Zann Harley Iliana Breya A Valérie Vítková Breanna Shirley, 1st Warrant Officer Stanley Walton Orion Mako I Donovanna Annison Mikel Hiamovi Cheasequah, 2nd Warrant Officer Adrian Deston Emile Immanuel Warren Kostyantyn Volodymyrovych Dudnyk, and 4th Warrant Officer Genevieve Meredith Amy Sadie Rachelle Marhabbat Talshin Winter Nurlanov. This Decepticon, while not heavily armoured, has an insane number of weapons on it, all meant to do quick work on anyone that stayed in its way. It generated a mini black-hole that would pull the four Valentians to their certain death, which he would then use his machine guns to take them out. Fortunately, 1st WO Stanley was prepared, using his ultimate ability and establishing a 1500 HP / sec heal to the other three Valentians. Decepticon #5 fires helplessly as any amount of damage it does is healed near-instantaneously. With the black hole dissipated, the four Valentians now have the full rein to attack back, with 4th WO Genevieve conjuring up her orb of fire (Faust de Sol) and ran towards the Decepticon, damaging it for 2-4 seconds. Commander Michelle had nothing much that would subdue the large robot other than her flash grenades; she rolled towards Decepticon #5 and threw it at it, not exactly damaging it, but jarring its senses that it stunned him for 2 seconds. 2nd WO Adrian set up electrified trap bolts at one crater, with the intention to push the Decepticon into the shallow crater and shock the living spark out of him. At least, that's how it was supposed to end…
Decepticon #5, too clever for the Valentians, telekinetically extracted the trapbolts and hurled them towards the Valentians, shocking them rather hard. With them stunned, Decepticon #5 fired every weapon it has on them and just like that, the four Valentians are dead.

On the other hand, Decepticon #6 didn't stand much of a chance towards the others. Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara Pernella Ellie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr F. Millicent Eirian and Major Jamie Stefanie Evangeline Jaiden Layla Autumn Charmaine Justine Emma Kat Lim Tian Zhi, the two Jamies, and Head of Spec. Forces Hendrick Morrison Damaris Tony Gaaf. Sone Backström Mikael Ryder Lexus, make sure that it met its due end. Major Jamie managed to distract it and lure it for some time, while being careful to take as minimal damage as possible. She fired a few railgun shots from her plasma cannon, dealing a total of 5000 damage over the course of a few seconds. Head Secretary Jamie then proceeded to snipe its head a few times, with the last shot dealing the killing blow (or some would say it, a lucky strike!). Major Jamie took 200 damage, which was healed back quickly, while Head Sect. Jamie walked away unscathed. HSF Hendrick suffered around 2000 damage, and was currently healed by the teammates around him.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: I will avenge my friends, no matter how much you Decepticons tried to put me down!

With a brilliant flash of might and power, Valentijn charged towards Megatron. Against a 34 feet robot, Valentijn's 164 feet visage towered him by several magnitudes, but the pacifist giant knows that no one can be judged from the size that properly. The fight has more or less localised to one central area instead of in a line. Valentijn would be engaging Megatron directly, while the others would go from attacking him to defending themselves against the other Decepticons menace.

While trying to keep the other Decepticons off others' backs, Chief Senator Shannon Gwendolyn Annette Melissa Liliah Nelie G. Tammie Elizabeth Jennifier Wanda has passed, killed by Decepticon #7. Her small health pool of 1200 instantly killed her when the Decepticon struck back with 1500 damage attacks. With Foresittend Marcus charging and stunning Megatron for a while, Valentijn proceeded to punch Megatron straight in the jaw, dealing around 65000 damage out of the full 70000 given his armor. This was before factoring in the fact that Megatron could more or less heal himself effortlessly. Valentijn, despite being bigger than him, would be slower because of his need to charge his punches every single time.

As Megatron charged back towards Valentijn and shot him, Val fell back and hit a small hill, which contained both Head Engineer Tiffany Violet Sunshine Charlotte Zelina Alessandra Jennesa D. Audrey Mariel Smiley and Mst. Cpl. Chloe Lucy Jeanna Tammie Taylor Erin Beliah Mariah Pharad Ta-roten-sekhet Sabbagh defending themselves with a shield. Chloe met a rather dire end after Megatron fired a cannon shot at her, dealing full 2000 damage that she succumbed to. Tiffany, on the other hand, hit the ground… hard.

Valentijn pushed Megatron one side and had the others deal with him for a moment. He ran towards Tiffany and scooped her up in his hands. She was damaged, badly damaged, though Valentijn's radiation would help out by healing her slowly.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: No no no, not you too! Tiffany, I am SO sorry!

Some tears would well up in his eyes, though no one can see it given his helmet. Has it been that long, he thought to himself. That unfortunate day where Valentijn was possessed by a ghost, when he lost control of his body, and when he was tormenting his friends around him. Tiffany suffered the worst that day. She was trying her very best to snap him out of the possessed state and take out the ghost, but along the way, she got captured by the possessed Valentijn and have her pain receptors overdriven. The worst pain that you wouldn't wish on your enemy, Tiffany got the full blunt of it in the hands of a possessed Valentijn. It wasn't exactly his mindset that did it, but then again, it was technically his body that the ghost controlled, and he was made to do horrible things against his friends.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: * Sniff * Has it been just yesterday? My goodness… the looks in her eyes as she tried to console me… and I HURT HER. I tormented her to no end, only stopping when I got subdued. I… I dismantled her, tormented her, broke her apart. Tiffany, I am so very sorry!

Head Engineer Tiffany Violet Sunshine Charlotte Zelina Alessandra Jennesa D. Audrey Mariel Smiley: * Stuttering and glitching out * It-it's okay, Va-Val… It's not your fault that day… you-you got pos-possessed. I-

Just as she was about to finish her sentence, Megatron climbed onto Valentijn and took Tiffany out of his hands. He then proceeded to stab her with an electrified dagger, further electrocuting and short circuiting her. With all her might, Tiffany let out one last scream before she dies. It was not exactly heard in space, but with everyone wearing a spacesuit with comms inside, all the remaining Valentians could hear the blood-curdling screams of a robot friend that Valentijn knows and loves.

Valentijn kneeled down for a good 20 seconds, reflecting on whatever hope that is left. In this time, Megatron would be giving lectures about him, taunting him, bragging how Valentijn is an asshole tormenter for all eternity."

Megatron cackled loudly, a cackle which seemed to ring throughout the Moon. "Your friends fell down like tissue paper, they truly did! It was so easy to take them down... They were all nothing more than insects who tried to fight against Goliath in the end. Remember this, Valentijn: you're no more of a monster than I am. You tormented your innocent friends and made them feel pain. Especially that poor, poor robot of yours! What was her name again? Oh, I can't remember - I've met so many people in my time. You made her feel so horrible, Valentijn, you truly did! She put your faith in you, and you betrayed her. You had to be subdued to stop. And I do remember our party so well, my friend..." Megatron chuckled to himself. "The irony of it all... I threw a tantrum when confronted, and yet it was nothing compared to yours."

Valentijn was silent… still silent.

Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Vt. Clementine Harumi: Val, snap out of it, please! We still have Decepticons around our butts!

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Evelin Celinda Sammy W. Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison: Val? Val?... Are you there?

Venting out all his anger and rage, he gathered up as much energy as he could and charged towards Megatron, proceeding to use his lunatic strength on him. It would deal a good 700,000 damage on the Decepticon, though with no one around to subdue or stun or slow him down, Megatron would be able to escape from this with good odds.

Enraged at the horror he saw, Optimus, gritted his teeth, gripped his fists and furiously roared, "NO!" at Megatron and charged towards him, preparing to engage the Decepticon. In response, Megatron would fire a blast at Optimus, blasting a hole in the side of Optimus's abdomen, causing him to shout and keel over in pain, clutching the wound. "And Optimus, I'll have fun once I get round to finishing you off for good! You should never have abandoned us, Prime! Maybe then this would never be happening... Traitors deserve nothing less, Prime!" Megatron said, grinning at the Autobot, before beginning to walk towards him, activating a purplish blade. And then, Megatron would proceed to laugh evilly and gravelly, which certainly would have terrified any other Autobot, or even Decepticon, there.

Valentijn held back his fist, cancelling his punch for now, lest he accidentally killed Optimus with his strength during the fight.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: What the- what? Optimus, we're so glad to see you here! Clarissa, use your auto-aim and keep track on Megatron! If he is in the clear, fire! The rest of you… handle the Decepticons. Megatron is for me, Clarissa, and Optimus.
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Postby 13 Necropolis 13 » Tue Jul 31, 2018 11:51 pm

NSS Requiem, In Lunar Orbit

Greetings, Rear Admiral. I don’t wish to join you. You see, I don’t want to become someone else’s pawn. I am my own leader, I lead my own troops, and I crush all those who stand in my way. Compared to us, you are but mere organic children, having barely voyaged beyond the safety of their home world. You and your soldiers are all insects, and the mighty Cybertronian Empire will vanquish all of you! Make your next step wisely, Rear Admiral. You can either stand side-by-side with the Decepticons, or you can defy me and risk losing your life to the Decepticons!


The rear admiral frowned as he received the transmission. His face turned to a grim scowl, and his teeth clenched together. "Scramble the bombers! We'll show these 'Decepticons' not to mess with the Death's Hand legion!" the rear admiral shouted. Shortly after, another transmission was received.

This is Surveillant Clarissa sending on behalf of General Valentijn and the Valentians. We would love to be your allies, but at the same time, please state your allegiance. Are you with the Autobots, or with the Decepticons, or with the destructive Unicron? We await for your reply, and we would appreciate it if you do not pre-emptively attack us. Clarissa, over and out.


The rear admiral folded his hands together and frowned, before broadcasting a reply over the radio waves.

"Greetings and salutations, Surveillant Clarissa. I have heard of General Valentijn, albeit only a few words here and there. I know of the relations between our nations. I say this however; empires do not have allies, they have interests. It is in both of our interests to act together against these 'Decepticons', however. We can sort out everything after the battle.

Oh, and I do suggest you and your troops pull back in a few seconds, and don hazard suits. The battlefield is about to become very, very hot, and it will be burning things that don't normally burn. Which leaves some friendly byproducts behind, like strong acids, poison gases, and carcinogens."


Low Lunar Orbit and Lunar Surface

The hangar bay doors of the various ships in the Necropolitan fleet, and out came hordes of thousands of X890 C-Class bombers, with a few hundred fighters and interceptors as escort. Each of the drone spacecraft were no longer than 2.5 meters; as they did not require any space for a cockpit, the drones themselves could be made very small, and as a result they made for very difficult targets to actually hit. The fighters had onboard twin Nd:YAG lasers and a payload of missiles, along with an Nd:YLF nose gun. The bombers had onboard Nd:YAG lasers as well, but lacked the nose gun, and replaced the missile payload with smart bombs or cluster mines. The interceptors had four Nd:YAG lasers instead of two, and a more powerful AGIL nose gun, and a small payload of anti-sweep mines or cluster mines. That the X890 drones were given a dark finish additionally made the small, fast-moving unmanned spacecraft difficult to see. Though the unmanned craft could be remotely piloted, and indeed they worked best when they were, the numbers they were produced in and used in made it impossible to pilot each and every one. As a result, the majority of the unmanned craft had a simple onboard robotic intelligence (not a true AI) that followed a series of simple instructions, including to follow remotely piloted craft, to group up together, follow mission parameters, and destroy anything marked as hostile.

The bombers divided up into squadrons and began diving low, closing in on the moon's surface, until they could get close to their Decepticon targets. When they got close, they would quickly release their entire bomb payloads before sharply swooping up. The initial payloads were X879840 "heavy incendiary smart bombs", targeting anything that appeared remotely vital. When the remotely piloted drones noticed that Decepticons are in fact gigantic robots, they immediately began targeting heads and legs. The uncontrolled drones followed suit.

The heavy incendiary bombs contained a primary explosive of hexanitrohexaazaisowurtzitane suspended in trinitrotoluene, the latter making it safer for transportation, with a detonation core composed predominantly of powdered magnesium mixed with aluminum oxide, and a salt-based oxidizer, and a primary incendiary shell comprised of chlorine triflouride, and a secondary incendiary shell comprised of iron thermite and thin layers of dihydrogen trioxide, trimethylaluminum, and a thicker layer of nitrocellulose, the last one being used to make the highly flammable, burning materials stick to the targets and continue burning as they release all kinds of acids, flammable gases, and toxic waste byproducts.

The incendiary bombs, on impact, sent an electrical charge to the detonation core. This set off the salt-based oxidizer, which in turn caused the oxygen in the aluminum oxide to bind with the oxygen in the salt-based oxidizer. The magnesium ignited, which then caused the aluminum to become extremely hot. These high temperatures in turn caused the hexanitrohexaazaisowurtzitane to separate from the trinitroluene, creating the result of crystals of a highly explosive nitrogen-based chemical floating in liquid TNT. These exploded violently, igniting and expelling outward the chlorine triflouride and thermite. The dihydrogen trioxide exploded as well, converting into more oxygen to fuel the fires and oxidize any nearby metals, and the trimethylaluminum spouted fourth in huge gouts of flame. All of these expelled the nitrocellulose outward, which stuck to anything it could and began melting while simultaneously burning. The thermite created massive flames while converting into burning aluminum and molten iron, while the chlorine triflouride began setting fire to everything it touched, including metal, dirt, and other normally non-flammable things, while expelling acidic gasses in the form of hydrochloric acid and hydroflouric acid.

After the first bombing run, the drones returned to their respective hangars to arm with more bombs.

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8c8c8c = Lieutenant Commander Esther Iversen

DF0121 = Megatron (receiving transmission purposes only)
3DC0FF = Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Vt. Clementine Harumi (receiving transmission purposes only)
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Civil Rights, Economy, Political Freedom, Authoritarianism, Business Subsidization, Compliance, Corruption, Defense Forces, Ideological Radicality, Inclusiveness, Income Equality, Industry: Arms Manufacturing, Industry: Information Technology, Industry: Mining, Law Enforcement, Scientific Advancement, Sector: Manufacturing
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Postby Ordocravia » Wed Aug 01, 2018 7:21 am

MOON, one hundred kilometers above surface

The now useless Destroyer did all it could to respond to the situation, ot left the front alongside it's transport without giving out a single transmission, but as an extra to the status report it was going to give; A new entity entered the fray and judging fron the ship it brought with it it was something to behold, the transmission, if were to be read by the captain of the receiving Dreadnaught, would read as such;

"Captain Drillon ẞar of the Moon Patrol mission Destroyer, we announce our ship's withdrawal after encounter with termination targets, also reporting unknown combatant entering the moon's radius in what appears to be a Capital ship, diameters estimated around 90km in length, do as you judge necessary"

And said Dreadnaught Captain sent back a response
"Captain Drillon ẞar, this is Captain Māer Koxorn of Imperial Dreadnaught DRt-0z9, thank you for your report and know that a response has been organised, over"

And after some time of careful consideration an armada of two Dreadnaughts, Five Cruisers, three Bomber Squadrons, three Interceptor squadrons, and fifteen Fighter squadrons was sent to investigate the matter, although it has been advised that no warp drives are to be used in case of detection by enemy forces




"To all everyone in the current operation, this is DC-09, I have located and collected an estimated amount of nine thousand units of the objective substance and I am heading to rendezvous, state your findings to evaluate next approach, over "

" DC-09, This is DC-00, I have located and collected around eight thousand seven hundred and fifty units of the objective substance, I will have gathered the necessary amount in about two minutes, over"

"DC-09, This is DC-06, speaking for DC-01 to DC-05 and myself, each of us has gathered the necessary amount and we are currently attempting to sneak past an enemy force of an estimated amount of seven individuals, over"

"DC-09, This is DC-10, spealing for DC-07 to DC-08 and myself, we are already present on the rendezvous point, but we advise caution, there is a sizeable enemy force of fifteen individuals in our General area, be on the lookout, over"

"This is DC-09, To everyone, I understand, and I change my destination to group up with DC-00 at his current location and then head towards the rendezvous point as planned, we will be awaiting the rest of you there, over and out"
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Postby A m e n r i a » Thu Aug 02, 2018 7:53 am

As soon as the Heavenly General Li received a response from the Valentinians, she ordered the nearest heroine to support them, in this case Daughter Russia, the woman who can manipulate nuclear energy.

Daughter Russia set course for the moon, dodging, punching, or blasting any hostiles in the way. Soon, a red streak of light was seen in the moon's orbit, in front of it a muscular woman doing a battle cry, charging towards Megatron with a nuclear-powered punch. Though she seemed to be reckless in her attack, she was at least careful enough to strike at Megatron from the side, to prevent her from damaging Optimus.
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Postby Periblica » Fri Aug 03, 2018 12:35 pm

PERIBLICA - 1 MONTH AGO:

The rocket stood like a skyscraper among the countless military personnel surrounding it. Inside was an extremely confidential project, the Non-Atmospheric Conditions Capable Tank, or the NACCT for short. The tank was fully crewed, with the best men they could find. It seemed incredible to the military, but lousy to the scientists and engineers who designed it. Other nations had technology that were a millennia ahead of theirs. Its armor could resist most projectiles, but a well-armed enemy, or just 1 Cybertronian would be a hard fight. Suddenly, the engines rumbled, and the rocket boosted the NACCT into space.

THE MOON - PRESENT DAY:

The driver harshly put the tank in reverse, and then slid the tank around, braking shortly after. The commander spotted the strange Daughter Russia and the 2 robots currently fighting. He shouted their location, and then the gunner prayed before loading a round into the loading airlock. The commander shouted, "Don't shoot it yet! Let Miss Nuclear finish whatever she is doing! Decides, you'll probably miss anyway." He personally hated the tank after only a month of manning it. The tank began treading towards the scene of the battle, and suddenly the gunner pulled the lever, firing a round at the robots. He didn't care which one he hit, he just knew all were threats until proven friendly.
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Postby Anaxus » Sat Aug 04, 2018 10:04 am

Milky Way Galaxy
Scorpio Constellation
Lambda Scorpii (Shaula) System
Cybertron


A flicker in the void. The brilliant blue flash of the engines of a warship. Dropping out of Hyperspace, it moves through space, cutting through the inky darkness like a sdagger toward it's target- a world called Cybertron. The warship slowed and stopped, high above the atmosphere of Cybertron. At long last Cybertron, I am home. Though you look like you've seen better days. Now, I come once again to pledge my loyalty. A booming voice broadcast itself down to Cybertron from the ship, tearing through the skies like thunder, and causing even the bravest Cybertronian to become shaken: "Heed my words: I demand to see the leader of Cybertron, Nominus Prime. I, Anaxus of Nova Cronum, have returned from my mission." After finishing his statement, the warship descended to the surface of Cybertron, towards the outskirts of the city of Iacon

The huge warship eventually touched down on the cold, metallic surface of Anaxus' homeworld, the weight of the behemoth causing a small depression on the surface of where it landed. Patiently, it waited to be visited by whatever representative of Cybertron was sent.
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Postby Pax Cybertronian » Tue Aug 14, 2018 10:22 pm




“Everyone’s in, folks,” Stormhammer shouted. “Get the battleship going!”

Ensuring that everyone’s inside the battleship, the Decepticons then proceeded to close the door, quickly typing in a Cybertronic alphanumeric to ensure that it had been sealed shut. After that, Captain Stormhammer would ensure that Cordova was secured, and then he, while he believed the Dreamwalkers wasn’t looking, slid a warp device underneath Cordova. That would then teleport him to the Decepticons on Cybertron, who would pull him off the warp device and then destroy it. The Decepticons had presumed that the forces that Cordova brought were part of their rebellion – there was still the suspicion that they were more than that, but they had to bring them to Cybertron sooner or later. They couldn’t be focused on their suspicions – though, they were beginning to run low on energon. Maybe they would have to make a pitstop somewhere and use some energon cubes in the cargo bay to refuel.

The Decepticons would then turn the autopilot back on and prepare it for lift off. Luckily for them, there was a space refuelling station near human space, located somewhere in the space between Proxima Centauri and its fifth planet. However, somewhat suspicious of Cordova’s companions, the Decepticons decided to press the button on the warp pad underneath him and send him to Cybertron. However, the coordinates on the device, if the Dreamwalkers managed to locate it, would be intentionally scrambled to the point of being unrecognizable. If they attempted to trace it and warp there, they would end up located on a barren, deserted planet somewhere in the Outer Rim of the galaxy. The Decepticons knew that this was a risky move – it could risk Cordova being hunted down and killed on Cybertron – however, it was better than letting Cordova when the Decepticons were distracted. Besides, the Decepticons were always on high alert, so it was more likely that the Dreamwalkers would be killed if they tried anything.

Arriving at the refuelling station, Stormhammer ordered two of his Decepticons to gather the energon cubes whilst he kept an optic on the Dreamwalkers. The rest of the Decepticons would remain inside the ship, waiting for further orders.




Optimus stood side-by-side with Valentijn and his surviving friends as they prepared to engage Megatron. It was clear that they were all destined to fight at this point. But even Megatron knew that, in order for his mission to be successfully, and for this war effort to not be a waste, he would have to travel to Unicron sooner rather than later. Otherwise, it was likely that Unicron would become too powerful and turn on the Decepticons, and then they wouldn’t be able to subdue him. On top of that, the Decepticons seemed to be gaining more and more enemies by the second; the Ordocravians nearly turned on them (though they managed to calm them down), Megatron was fighting the Autobots and the Valentians on the Moon, and Necropolis had arrived and it seemed like they were ready to fight all sides on the Moon. Still, Megatron had a fight to win, and he turned to Valentijn.

Megatron chuckled at Valentijn. “Please, you brought her with you to fight me, Valentijn?” Megatron said, rolling his optics. “Clarissa? She barely even knows how to fight. She’s so passive and weak, I’m assured of that. But don’t worry – I’ll make sure she ends up suffering just like Tiffany did.”

Megatron chuckled and turned to face Optimus, who was readying himself for battle. “Your reign of tyranny ends here, Megatron!” Optimus said, pulling out an energon longsword. “It’s time Cybertron changes – for real... unless another Decepticon ends up becoming Supreme Emperor, then that’s a whole different story.”

Megatron chuckled. “Save me the stereotypical heroic speech, Autobot. I don’t care for them. Besides, I have a far greater goal in mind now. I’m going to go to Unicron and syphon his power for my own. Then, I shall become the strongest in the entire Multiverse, everyone else shall fall to the Decepticons and I shall rule unopposed!”

“That won’t happen, Megatron – not in this Universe!” Optimus retorted, entering a fighting stance.

“Even if I fall today, another will take my place, Autobot,” Megatron retorted. “And I have other bodies spread throughout the entire Local Group, all in my domain, ready to be used if I’m damaged beyond repair today. Unfortunately for you, Prime, I can’t say the same for you.” As Galvatron walked up behind him to aid him, Megatron continued. “Besides, it’s unfair to out number me 3 to 1 – I’ve brought a general of mine to aid me. Meet Galvatron.” Galvatron grinned with malevolent intent at them, confident that he was going to win the battle today. “A general of mine. I hope you don’t mind.” Megatron’s face then contorted into a smile. “Oh, who am I kidding – I don’t give a damn what you think! Just shut up with the dramatic war speeches you love to pontificate and fight for once in your damn life, Prime!”

Suddenly, an array of incendiary bombs launched from Necropolis’s fleet struck the Moon’s surface, somehow managing to create fires with their oxidizing chemicals among other effects – corrosion was likely. Alerted by this, Optimus instinctively pulled out a shield constructed by Trailbreaker and raised the bar above himself. The bar would the project a circular dome large enough to cover himself, Valentijn, Clarissa and anyone within their radius. Meanwhile, Megatron saw several of the incendiary bombs strike the ground, creating fires upon impact. A good few Thrashriders, Royal Guardians and Warriorcons managed to swerve out of the way, but several of the Decepticons were hit by the incendiary bombs, causing them to begin to melt even as they tried to douse the flames.

“You’ve got to be taking the piss,” Megatron snarled before turning to Galvatron. “Galvatron! Activate your Nemesis Shield and brace for their attack!”

“Right, hold on,” Galvatron responded before grabbing a circular device and pressing the red button in the centre of it. A purplish shield intended on withstanding several blasts from Unicron – however, sustained firepower would cause the shield to crack apart and dissipate, meaning that it would have to either be replaced or repowered; if Unicron managed to land several direct hits on the shield, the shield would be destroyed outright. As the bombardment began to slow down, Megatron was confident that he’d be able to survive, but the Nemesis Shield was starting to be stressed at the amount of bombs striking the shield. If any more incendiary bombs struck it, the shield would crack apart.

“Seems like they’re aiming for the Decepticons, or maybe just the Moon in general,” Optimus said to Valentijn and Clarissa. “But it’s better to be safe than sorry, especially after everyone who died to try to stop Megatron’s evil scheme today. I’m sorry I can’t protect the rest of your friends, but this shield’s radius only goes so far!”

After ensuring that the bombardment stopped, Optimus lowered the shield generator, which was lucky for him; he felt that the shield was going to give way if it continued for any longer. Optimus then deactivated the shield, knowing that it would have to be recharged when he returned to the Ark. He turned back to Megatron, who was preparing to fight them once again; Galvatron deactivated his shield, knowing that it would have to be repaired from the bombardment. The battle was set, and it all seemed like Optimus and Megatron were about to fight once again. But suddenly, Megatron felt himself, for a few seconds, falling to sleep.




All around him, the planet Cybertron seemed to be dead, cluttered with overgrown plants. Highlighted in the background by lightning were some beings - were they the cause of this? But suddenly, a decaying version of him emerged from the shadows and coughed violently before he began to speak. Megatron was not scared in anyway, but he was instead annoyed. How did this happen to him, the ruler of the strongest empire in the cosmos? The Slag-Maker? The vanquisher of Autobots? How was he reduced to a mere shell of his former self?

"͜Megatr͞on,̸ ͘loo͡k a̵roun͠d.͜ ͠T͘hi̵s̕ ̕may͢ ̡lo̶ok̸ ̡l̢i̡k̢e ͢som҉e oth̛er p͟la̧ńe͝t̸, b̀u҉t̛ ͠I as͜s̶u̕r̸è ̢you̡, this ̧is C̕ybe͏r̨tr̨on. Y͝ou͟'ve̶ ̢don͝e m̴any ̵ba̕d ̵t͠h̷in̸ģs ͏in ̀yòu̶r t̴ime,͢ ̛but̕ wh̶at͡ you ͞di͡d̸ t̀haţ ̨le̛d̡ t̢o ͠t̶his...̧.d͢oomęd t́he ̵e̢m͜p͠įr̵e ͡y͝ou͟ ̨h҉av͞e͜ buil͡t̴ ̀t̸o̶ ͜c҉r̶ưm͝b͘le̢.̢ ̕Y͜o͟ú ma̶y b́el̕ie͞ve͜ ̡t̀ha͏t ̛this̵ ̷i̴s fal͝s̷e̴,̧ ̛a̷n̕d̸ ̡t̛h͟at̡ ̶you̵ are ͡s͏u̴p̵er̶ióŗ, b̧ut ̷l͝et ̡m̨ȩ ̴tel҉l͢ ̧y̨ou, ͏th̶e͝ ̸pęo̧pl͞e.̢.͘.n͡o..̨.. T̢HIN҉G ̵you we͝n̷ţ ̶up͏ a̴g͟ain͘st, thr̷e͘w̷ y͟ou̵ aŕoun̕d ͟l͡ike̸ ͝a r̴a͟gdol͟l̛, įt t̕o̢r̛è ̧ap̕a͘rt̕ ͟a͢nd ͝r̕e̢ass͏e̢m͘b̀led͝ y҉ou ̧f͟o̕r ͜f͞un̡,̷ i͢t͟ w͡a̕s̕ m̴oré power̀f́u͟l ͜t̷h́a͝n e̕v҉e͡n͟ ͝U͡ni̶c͏ron.͠ ̶T͝h͡i̸s thi͢n̵g҉,̷ t̡h͡is̴ thin̡g̀ i̸s ̨ẁh̢at͟ ̷h̨a͢ppen̵ś w̸h̛en ̢y͘ou͜ se̢e͝k ̕p͏ow̴èr͏... ̛*c͏o͘ugh* ̛Thís ͏i̸s t̛h̀e ̢futur͞e M̵egatron, i͢f ̶y̨ou go̧ ̛do̵w͘n͞ ͡the͞ p̴a̢t̛h͡ ỳou ̷a͡re ҉c̵ur̶r̕ent̴ly͠ g̸o̷ín̛g o҉n̶,̡ i̸t͡ wìll͏ ̀l̕e͢a͡d to y̧óur ͜d̀emis҉e̴.͢..͜ ̕A̛l҉l͜ the͜ w̡a͏rs͢,͠ ͟a̸l̕l th̴e g͘enocides,̵ ͝t̕h͡ey ͏w͏i̸l͡l ̸c̵o͟m͝e ͞b͜ack̵ in ́t͠h̸ei̶r m̸as̵ses, ҉and str̕i͞ke̴ d̕o̶ẁn t̨he͜ ̢C̢y̶b̴e͟r̷t͢r̨o͠n̶i̢ans̡ ̕f̵o̶re͠v̧e̷r,̡ wit̶h͝ n͜o̕ cḩanc͜e ̴o̶f͞ ̡r͡e͏bu͜ild̡ińg҉.͞ Th̸e͝ ̕M͝ątr̢ix͏, ̴Unic͠r͘on̛, ͜Ha͡lf ţh͏e ́e͞m̨pir̸e, ͏a͝n̶d e͏ve͜n ̶P͠ri͜mus ̷w҉ere̸ de̢s̢t҉ro̵yed ́b͟e̸f̨o̕re͏ t̶h̀a͢t̛ ́Thin̨g wa̵s s͝ati̸sf͟ied.̶ ̢May̕b̶e you͝ ̢cha̧ngin̨g ̴cou҉rs̕e i͘n ̶your͞ ac̀tion̡s ́t̴h͞i̡s ȩárl҉y͟ ͜çan͡ p͝r͏ev̛ent͘ it̵,̨ or̀ ̢maybe͝ ́pr͢olo҉n̛ģ ouŗ e͢x͝i͘s҉t͟en͘c̵e̸,̨ but̕ ̕m̢a͟rk͞ my̧ ̡w͠o͡ŕd̨s͡, ͝y̡o͡ų, ̶and ̶all ar̵o̶und ̛yo̕u, ̵wil̢l d͞i͘e. ̡How d̵ò ̧I ͟ķno͞w?͡ B̀e̵c̕au̸sȩ ̡I̧ ̨am͠ you,҉ ́a̛nd̸ ̷Tḩe͝ ͡A͜m̕a͡ĺgama͠t́e͠ is the̴ ver͜y̸ em͏bòdi͞em͟e͘nt of͜ Kar͢ma̴ ͠w̨hen͡ ǹeęd ̵b̧e.͏"͜

Megatron chuckled. "If your empire fell to such a puny creature, then it deserved its fate," Megatron retorted, arching his gun at the decaying Megatron's head. "In fact, let me bestow to you some advice before you die: insects are to be crushed, and we Decepticons are meant to be feared across the cosmos. No one shall ever defeat us!"

Just as Megatron's blast struck his decaying counterpart's head, he woke up.






When Megatron woke up, he felt the rough equivalent of a nuclear warhead strike him on his side, causing the Decepticon to keel over onto the floor.

“You bitch,” Megatron growled, getting up. “You’ll pay for that with your blood!”

Megatron would then charge at Daughter Russia, clearly intending on killing her. Arching his fusion cannon at her, he would fire several powered-up blasts of energy powerful enough to destroy entire city blocks at her; however, Megatron would be pushed back by the blasts, but not enough to push him to the floor. As soon as Megatron was attacking them, Galvatron turned to Optimus, Valentijn and their friends, pulled out a purplish longsword from his subspace storage compartment and lunged forwards.

Meanwhile, Warhead, one of the surviving Decepticons, noticed that he was being attacked by Periblica’s soldiers. Specifically, a tank was firing at him, and so, in response, he raised his shield and activated it just as the round was about to hit him. Luckily for him, the round safely managed to strike the shield and impacted it, though he was pushed back by the blast. Warhead turned to face the driver of the tank. “Congratulations,” Warhead chuckled. “You managed to scratch my shield. My turn now!” Warhead, in response, pulled out a blaster and began to open fire on his attackers.

Soundwave, on the other hand, had managed to evade the incendiary bombs as well as most of the battlefield so far. As such, he was tasked with keeping a hold of D’aillisioux while the rest of the Decepticons fought Valentijn ; if necessary, he’d bring the boy to Cybertron and hold him captive there if the situation so required. He turned and noticed that D’aillisioux was beginning to cry as he tried pull at something invisible. Soundwave believed it to be an attempted emotional tactic to try to get the robot to let go of him. Unluckily for the boy, that was something that Soundwave taught himself to suppress ages ago.

“Cease your cries at once,” Soundwave said emotionlessly, tightening his grip on the boy so as to intimidate him and to ensure that the boy didn’t escape. “You’re on the Moon, and you have become Megatron’s captive. Do not defy us and you won’t be harmed. Perhaps we do not need you, organic, but Megatron has desired that you shall survive so that he will use you for the benefit of the Decepticon Empire.”

Soundwave knew that the boy was beginning to struggle, and so he started to believe that perhaps placing an electro mesh cell to keep him contained might suffice – or bringing him to the Victory or back home would suffice. His thoughts wandered to potential tactics he could use if the boy continued to struggle, but he still kept his optics locked on the boy, as well as the battle around him, at all times.

Meanwhile, a wave of Decepticon soldiers - around thirty of them, surprised at the sudden Wentera's departure from the battlefield to Megatron, planned on following them, but they noticed Necropolis's drones bombarding the Moon. Intrigued, and because they sought to steal their technology and use them in battle, they opened fire on the drones with whatever weaponry they could find. Shoomers, plasma blasters, plasma-charge and the rest were thrown at the drones. After all, the Decepticons believed that, without the drones, it'd be a hell of a lot easier to take down everyone on the Moon.




Above Cybertron, a warship loomed over the metallic behemoth of a planet. Anaxus, an ancient Cybertronian forged during the reign of Nova Prime, had arrived, landing in front of Iacon. A booming voice broadcasted itself to Cybertron: “Heed my words: I demand to see the leader of Cybertron, Nominus Prime. I, Anaxus of Nova Cronum, have returned from my mission.” Tarn had no doubts that even the bravest of normal Decepticons would’ve been disturbed by his message. However, Tarn was no normal Transformer. Tarn had braved the worst of the worst – the lava-based landscape of Laras Seven, the Phase-Sixer Black Shadow (granted, he survived, but the Decepticons gave him a good lesson), Fortress Maximus and more. As such, he wasn’t intimidated by the arrival of Anaxus. He didn’t know if he could say the same for the rest of his men, but he had his faith in them strengthened by the fact that they didn’t turn away from a battle.

Tesarus, one of the other members of the legendary Decepticon Justice Division, walked up to Tarn and asked him about the situation.

“Who is this guy, Tarn?” Tesarus said. “We know he’s another Transformer, but he isn’t really all that old.”

“And how do you know of his age, Tess?” Tarn said, turning off the recording of The Technoist Guide.

“He said he wants to see the ‘leader of Cybertron’-“

“Nominus Prime, I’ve heard the call,” Tarn interrupted. “I apologize for the interruption, Tess, my dear, but we really must attend to this ‘bot. It seems that he’s very much unaware of Nominus’s passing millions of years ago.” Tarn got out of his chair and began to walk outside, preparing to face Anaxus. “Call the rest of the D.J.D. and tell them to meet up with me outside the balcony, would you? After all, if he turns hostile, we’ll need all the backup we can get, and I’d don’t want to have to call Starscream up and tell him to come over here. Not after the last lesson we taught him and his mutant, immortal spark.”

“Yes, Tarn,” Tesarus responded, and he would then go off to tell Kaon, Helex, Vos and Nickel to.

Outside the Mandala’s highest balcony, a towering structure in Iacon that simultaneously served as the headquarters of the Decepticon Justice Division and the Predacon Secret Police, Tarn walked up to it and placed his servos on the balcony. He would then look at Anaxus, a sapient warship who seemed to have been constructed eons ago. He must have been constructed millions of years ago, Tarn thought to himself. Why else would he bring up this mission of his? A mission given to him by... Nominus Prime, was it? No matter. Times have changed for the better since then, and Anaxus must adapt himself to suit Cybertron and Lord Megatron. Tarn would then activate a device on his wrist that would allow the giant monitor in front of them, carted in by organic slaves, to send a message to Anaxus.

Just as the rest of the Decepticon Justice Division walked in, Tarn began to speak to Anaxus through a transmission. “Anaxus of Nova Cronum, I welcome to back to your home,” Tarn greeted to the larger warship. “You’ve served the Cybertronian Empire very well, my friend. I am sure that you will serve Lord Megatron just as well as you have your master. Unfortunately, Nominus grew decadent and began to contravene the Technoist doctrine, so he had to be taken out of the picture. Fortunately, Lord Megatron has since seized the throne and is leading Cybertron to a new Golden Age... once we’ve permanently taken those rebellious Autobot upstarts out of the picture, of course.

Now then, I am Tarn, leader of the Decepticon Justice Division – enforcers of Lord Megatron’s will. He has entrusted me with snuffing out any and all traitors to the Decepticons and any other subversive people. Lord Megatron is currently out fighting Unicron so that they can turn him into a weapon for the Empire. Now then, I’d be interested in learning more about you, Anaxus, before we send you out into battle.”


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Postby Anaxus » Wed Aug 15, 2018 3:50 am

“Anaxus of Nova Cronum, I welcome to back to your home. You’ve served the Cybertronian Empire very well, my friend. I am sure that you will serve Lord Megatron just as well as you have your master. Unfortunately, Nominus grew decadent and began to contravene the Technoist doctrine, so he had to be taken out of the picture. Fortunately, Lord Megatron has since seized the throne and is leading Cybertron to a new Golden Age... once we’ve permanently taken those rebellious Autobot upstarts out of the picture, of course. Now then, I am Tarn, leader of the Decepticon Justice Division – enforcers of Lord Megatron’s will. He has entrusted me with snuffing out any and all traitors to the Decepticons and any other subversive people. Lord Megatron is currently out fighting Unicron so that they can turn him into a weapon for the Empire. Now then, I’d be interested in learning more about you, Anaxus, before we send you out into battle.”

This was what the "Decepticon" known as Tarn had said to Anaxus. So much had happened while Anaxus had been gone, from the overthrow of Nominus Prime, to the ascendancy of a Cybertronian who derived his name from the fallen Prime, and the so-called "Autobot" Insurgency. Taking a moment to process what had been said to him, he began to impart his personal history to Tarn:

"I was forged at the Well of All-Sparks itself, the largest Cybertronian in history, though I am not sure if that record still stands. I fought in the Unification Wars against the Liege Maximo himself, and witnessed the foundation of Crystal City by the remaining Primes." Trying to recall his memories, he stated, "I was assigned to Nova Cronum by Nova Prime, a personal friend of mine, where I lead a division in the field of science and special weapons research. I was based in Nova Cronum for so long that people began to call me 'Anaxus of Nova Cronum'. After my time there, I used my Warp Drive to travel to nearby solar systems during Cybertron's Golden Age, charting out various planets that could be cyberformed and colonised. I eradicated numerous inferior organic civilisations from the face of the galaxy, something I hope your leader encourages. After Nova Prime's disappearance in the Benzuli Expanse, I was ordered by Nominus Prime to rescue him. I accidentally activated a dimensional drive built in to my body, transporting me to a new dimension. I mastered my device, took on this very alt-form, and attempted to return to Cybertron. After numerous attempts I succeeded."

Anaxus finished recounting his long and distinguished history to Tarn, and any other of his 'Decepticon Justice Division' that were listening. "I am willing to serve this Megatron for as long as he holds Cybertron, it is my sworn duty to do so. Although I may not agree with his idea to subjugate the Chaos Bringer himself, I shall fulfill his wishes nonetheless. Personally I must say that I'm disgusted by the fact that these so-called Autobots would rebel against their superiors." Anaxus changed the topic again and addressed Tarn: "Now, what do you require of me, Servant of Megatron?"
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Postby Valentine Z » Thu Aug 23, 2018 5:22 pm

Valentijn has enough of Megatron. He simply could not take his taunting nature and even for someone that is deemed a pacifist, he finally decided that it is time for pure, unadulterated violence. This was all on top of Megatron taunting him to no end.

Megatron chuckled at Valentijn. “Please, you brought her with you to fight me, Valentijn?” Megatron said, rolling his optics. “Clarissa? She barely even knows how to fight. She’s so passive and weak, I’m assured of that. But don’t worry – I’ll make sure she ends up suffering just like Tiffany did.”


Valentijn was more or less enraged at this point. On top of having his friends straight-up murdered and maimed, Megatron’s incessant brag was getting on his nerves.

Valkyrie General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Angelus” Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: I hope you will die and rot in a scrapyard before I do.

With Optimus on his side, Valentijn was confident that victory would be on his side. At the same time, he watched over his remaining friends, making sure that they would be out of harm’s way or are handling well on their own. All they would need to do is to protect Clarissa at all costs, given the fact that she has the highest DPS of 7000 / second, with Valentijn following at 5810 / second, and Augustine at 3667 / second. They need to deal the damage, while others will have to support them to no end.

"Greetings and salutations, Surveillant Clarissa. I have heard of General Valentijn, albeit only a few words here and there. I know of the relations between our nations. I say this however; empires do not have allies, they have interests. It is in both of our interests to act together against these 'Decepticons', however. We can sort out everything after the battle.

Oh, and I do suggest you and your troops pull back in a few seconds, and don hazard suits. The battlefield is about to become very, very hot, and it will be burning things that don't normally burn. Which leaves some friendly byproducts behind, like strong acids, poison gases, and carcinogens."


Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Vt. Clementine Harumi: Ooh, scary! I understand!

In a rather swift and quick fashion, Clarissa transmitted the information to Valentijn and the rest.

Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Vt. Clementine Harumi: Guys, we will have to take cover! Remember those people from the Necropolis? They are going to make this place extra hot!

Sgt. Maj. Nicholas Carlos Devin M. Jeremy Ned Jovan Yogarasa Varuni Chanda Seth Satavelekar: I’m detecting orbital bombardment from that ship. Best bet is to get away from it all!

Suddenly, an array of incendiary bombs launched from Necropolis’s fleet struck the Moon’s surface, somehow managing to create fires with their oxidizing chemicals among other effects – corrosion was likely. Alerted by this, Optimus instinctively pulled out a shield constructed by Trailbreaker and raised the bar above himself. The bar would the project a circular dome large enough to cover himself, Valentijn, Clarissa and anyone within their radius. Meanwhile, Megatron saw several of the incendiary bombs strike the ground, creating fires upon impact. A good few Thrashriders, Royal Guardians and Warriorcons managed to swerve out of the way, but several of the Decepticons were hit by the incendiary bombs, causing them to begin to melt even as they tried to douse the flames.


Valkyrie General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Angelus” Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Rally to me! Optimus is going to shield us!

The Valentians, with the help of Jolyn and Gwen, managed to get near Valentijn while taking care not to get squashed by the giant. Most of them managed to get under Optimus’ shield just in time before the bombs hit the surface.

The heavy incendiary bombs contained a primary explosive of hexanitrohexaazaisowurtzitane suspended in trinitrotoluene, the latter making it safer for transportation, with a detonation core composed predominantly of powdered magnesium mixed with aluminum oxide, and a salt-based oxidizer, and a primary incendiary shell comprised of chlorine triflouride, and a secondary incendiary shell comprised of iron thermite and thin layers of dihydrogen trioxide, trimethylaluminum, and a thicker layer of nitrocellulose, the last one being used to make the highly flammable, burning materials stick to the targets and continue burning as they release all kinds of acids, flammable gases, and toxic waste byproducts.

The incendiary bombs, on impact, sent an electrical charge to the detonation core. This set off the salt-based oxidizer, which in turn caused the oxygen in the aluminum oxide to bind with the oxygen in the salt-based oxidizer. The magnesium ignited, which then caused the aluminum to become extremely hot. These high temperatures in turn caused the hexanitrohexaazaisowurtzitane to separate from the trinitroluene, creating the result of crystals of a highly explosive nitrogen-based chemical floating in liquid TNT. These exploded violently, igniting and expelling outward the chlorine triflouride and thermite. The dihydrogen trioxide exploded as well, converting into more oxygen to fuel the fires and oxidize any nearby metals, and the trimethylaluminum spouted fourth in huge gouts of flame. All of these expelled the nitrocellulose outward, which stuck to anything it could and began melting while simultaneously burning. The thermite created massive flames while converting into burning aluminum and molten iron, while the chlorine triflouride began setting fire to everything it touched, including metal, dirt, and other normally non-flammable things, while expelling acidic gasses in the form of hydrochloric acid and hydroflouric acid.

After the first bombing run, the drones returned to their respective hangars to arm with more bombs.


Everything around them was exploding. The whole world/Moon around them was exploding, as if it was the Armageddon back on their home planet. Valentijn was having flashbacks. He remembered that day when the nuclear bomb hit him on the head. Somehow, he should have died. In fact, he should be deader than dead that he would not be able to notice the explosion, let alone hitting him. Alas, he survived, ears bleeding, his entire face bloodshot and several types of gore. Val remembered himself crawling to a nearby shelter, hoping to rot away and die with the radiation on him. Somehow, he never did; in fact, the radiation reversed his wounds. The next morning, he woke up with little to no damage on himself, apart from some of the singed hair and some bits of his face mutated. He remembered it all.

Marcus and Gwen ran up to the lying giant and tried their best to get him back on feet.

Foresittend Marcus Alan Ariel Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Revlin Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: Val! Val, wake up, man! War’s not over, the Moon’s been stuck by the Necropolis folks!

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill ł. Athena Vasilisa Helen Ceeta: No time to nap, Val. We still have a long way to go.

In the meantime, L. Cpl. Matthew Russell Victor Zackary James Adrian Jarchigudai Shinghk Aspertia Emlig Mauci screamed out as loud as he can. It was transmitted to the radio of the other Valentians, and just like Tiffany’s, it was rather traumatising to hear.

Valkyrie General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Angelus” Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Matt! Status report, what happened?

Head Medic Ray Klarke Zane Samson Kourtney Brian Drake Cameron Jona T. Jaylon Melvyn Everett: I can’t heal him fast enough, Val! He’s taking too much burn damage from those bombs!

Valkyrie General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Angelus” Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: What? That’s impossible! Optimus’ shield should have saved everyone!

Head Medic Ray Klarke Zane Samson Kourtney Brian Drake Cameron Jona T. Jaylon Melvyn Everett: Supposed to! He was a little too slow, and Gwen and Jolyn ran out of time powers-

L. Cpl. Matthew Russell Victor Zackary James Adrian Jarchigudai Shinghk Aspertia Emlig Mauci: AHHHHH, please, make it stop! MAKE THE PAIN STOP!

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette Brigetta Marce Tanya Whitney Hoshiko Radiance: I am so sorry, Matt. We don’t have any other healers but Ray. He can’t do much to ease it.

Ray tried to use his ultimate on him – Instant Heal Stimpack. It would restore Matthew back to his 4800 HP, while Ray tried to used his entire arsenal on Matt – Healing shotgun, the rifle, the biotic grenade to stabilise him… none of it work. He was simply taking too much damage.

Head Medic Ray Klarke Zane Samson Kourtney Brian Drake Cameron Jona T. Jaylon Melvyn Everett: Don’t die on me, Matt! Not right now! Come on!

With all the abilities on cooldown, there was nothing they could do but to see Matthew waste away.

Head Medic Ray Klarke Zane Samson Kourtney Brian Drake Cameron Jona T. Jaylon Melvyn Everett: Matt? Fuck… *He closed Matthew’s eyes* I… I am so sorry, Matt. I couldn’t do anything.

Admiral Roman gave a hug to Medic Ray. They tried their very best to save him, but alas, with only one dedicated healer to save him, it was a lost cause.

Admiral Roman Marcus Anthony Genki Travis John Justin Clarkeson Johnny Darrius Mill. Anderson: It’s okay, it’s okay… you did what you could.

Field Marshal Jacob Dalston Sullivan Kelvin Jamil Donald Taylor Xavier Ryman Szőke Barnabás Axel: Valentijn… Matthew is dead.

Valkyrie General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Angelus” Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: I know, I know… I couldn’t get to him fast enough.

The tearful lamentation will have to wait, as Megatron is inching up to the Valentians once again.

Valkyrie General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Angelus” Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: That death is tragic, but understandable… Necropolis did what they could, we can’t blame them. I… I could have jumped in and saved him… But for Megatron… I will see him die in front of my eyes. Valentians, keep your distance from us and fight the other Decepticons

Fleet Admiral Augustine Lorenzo Terry Vinto Chevy Silas Walton Wesley Stuart Dalton Burton Miles: Time to waste them all!

Lt. Com. Linda Valerie Scarlett Anne-Marie Annalise Jasmine K. Fatima Candela Barrueco Sandra: Darlings, it’s about time we take care of this robot menace once and for all! No offense to you, Clarissa and Adriana!

Decepticon #8 was inching towards them, in the meantime. It was charging dead-on towards the Valentians, taking heed not to disturb Valentijn and rather, it was aiming at the smaller ones.

Ensign Raymond Ivan Tyler Frederick Marcel Daniel Mahora Tereiti Anton Zaire Lawrence I Kenneth: Take this, you bastard!

3rd Warrant Officer Pinky Amelia Felicia Florence Katarina Mirjam Celine Tihan E Ruža Magovac: Too bad these things can’t be terrified! I guess I will just use my weapon or something.

1st Sgt. Gustav Ernest Desmond Jefferson Canice Aldrick Žilvinas Alannis Skirgaila Ambraziejus: Find some cover! It’s no good fighting on the open ground!

The 3 of them fought valiantly, but alas, the Decepticon #8 was just too powerful. It fired two blasts at Raymond and Gustav, who died rather instantaneously given the sheer amount of firepower in that blast. Clarissa jumped to Pinky’s aid, who was slowly but steadily draining the energy of the Decepticon. Clarissa, being Clarissa, managed to finish it off within 5 seconds, dealing absolute 35000 damage in that timespan.

Unfortunately, Decepticon #8 managed to fall on Pinky, who was squashed from her human form and now turned back into a ghost.

3rd Warrant Officer Pinky Amelia Felicia Florence Katarina Mirjam Celine Tihan E Ruža Magovac: You have got to be kidding me! I just got back this human body! Well… count me out of the fight, for now. I can’t spook the robots, that’s for sure.

Chief Warrant Officer Joshua Kelly Allen Valench Dimitri Kertarajasa Olwethu Nkokheli Mthobeni: You did well, Amelia! You need the break from all this shit!

Excluding Pinky, only 42 Valentians remain. The other 17 are proper dead, and without Germaine, it became an impossibility to revive the dead teammates. Valentijn is running out of options. He would try to retreat, but at the same time, they really need the Unicron, Megatron, and the Decepticons dead. It’s one of those “either us or them” scenario, and Val has no choice but to watch his friends die to the violent fights.

As soon as the Heavenly General Li received a response from the Valentinians, she ordered the nearest heroine to support them, in this case Daughter Russia, the woman who can manipulate nuclear energy.

Daughter Russia set course for the moon, dodging, punching, or blasting any hostiles in the way. Soon, a red streak of light was seen in the moon's orbit, in front of it a muscular woman doing a battle cry, charging towards Megatron with a nuclear-powered punch. Though she seemed to be reckless in her attack, she was at least careful enough to strike at Megatron from the side, to prevent her from damaging Optimus.


1st Lt. Robert Calvin Osbaldo Patrick Stanley Bartev Atam Vanagan Gogbashian Jett. Lawerence: Valentijn, incoming visual ahead of us! Some red-streak of light… heading our way!

Valkyrie General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Angelus” Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Stand ground, my friends! Do not attack it until it attacks you back. That might be our ally aiding us and-

Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Vt. Clementine Harumi: It’s heading towards you, Val! You might want to be prepared!

But the preparation didn’t come into light. The red streak of light was neither aimed at Valentijn or Optimus. Rather, it struck Megatron with a rather tremendous strength, making sure to avoid hitting Valentijn and Optimus.

Valkyrie General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Angelus” Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing: Wow, you timing couldn’t have been any better. Who might you be, Ma’am?

Before he could properly finish his sentence, the fight was on once again. Megatron faced against Valentijn, Optimus, and Daughter Russia. At one point during the fight, Megatron was alone by himself, without Optimus or Daughter Russia around him and fighting. Valentijn took this opportunity and charged up his attack, followed by a rocket punch towards the Decepticon smaller than him. Granted, it would deal 700,000 damage in full, but knowing Megatron, that damage dealt would be a lot smaller. After all, he is much smaller than Val and smarter, so he can simply avoid the attack without much damage. That leaves 50% chance that Megatron will be hit with 700k damage, and 70% chance that he will at least receive 300k damage.

On another side, Decepticon #9 is about to wreck the heck out of the other Valentians. Field Marshal Jacob Dalston Sullivan Kelvin Jamil Donald Taylor Xavier Ryman Szőke Barnabás Axel aimed his shotgun and started blasting away at the larger target with 200 damage / sec (due to the effective range of the shotgun), while Marshal Benjamin Donnie Derrick Taylor Andrew A. Sidney Greyson Donovan Ó Fiannaidhe Timothy charged up his minigun and fired away continuously for 900 damage / sec. Zastępca Strażnik Adriana Krystal Desiree Venus Kowalski Faith Stanisława Eng C. Sztormowska Lillian was struck on the head by Decepticon #9, but her shields have protected her, effectively only draining 100 health away from her, while the 2500 shield completely broke.

Zastępca Strażnik Adriana Krystal Desiree Venus Kowalski Faith Stanisława Eng C. Sztormowska Lillian: You have made a huge mistake, my friend.

Fleet Admiral Augustine Lorenzo Terry Vinto Chevy Silas Walton Wesley Stuart Dalton Burton Miles managed to drag the large Decepticon down with his hook, while shouting orders at the other Valentians.

Fleet Admiral Augustine Lorenzo Terry Vinto Chevy Silas Walton Wesley Stuart Dalton Burton Miles: I got him? I got him! Guys, hurry, shoot him!

With little to no hesitation, the other Valentians were blasting away at Decepticon #9, going as far as with 2nd Com. Dawn Carissa Beatrice Amanda Sammi Astriella Charliane Marie Schlechter Vixie Trina grappling around the large robot and shooting at it from every angle. Alas, the hook only lasted for so long before both Augustine and Dawn have to disengage and retreat back behind the tanks. 4th Cpt. Hayes Trevon Leon Sergio Omarion Toch Meng Sangha Amelie Kastovook Victor Gannon, fortunately for everyone, put in one fast-paced song in his weapon, enabling his allies to move faster and away from the danger area. Every Valentian is safe… for that short span of time.

Decepticon #9 fired again, and this time, it appears to be target-seeking. It hit Head of Spec. Forces Hendrick Morrison Damaris Tony Gaaf. Sone Backström Mikael Ryder Lexus who was one of the slower Valentians in terms of movement speed and with that, he’s… not dead yet, but he is critically wounded. Not even his 2000 health shield could protect him well from the sheer firepower. Medic Ray would tend to him shortly, but for the time being, he is left on his own.
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Postby 13 Necropolis 13 » Sun Aug 26, 2018 4:21 pm

Necropolitan Drop Ship
Onboard the first drop ship deployed were Necropolitan Space Marines; the forces that would lead the way to establish room for the Necropolitan Army. The drop ship carried six soldiers and four warbots.

Each soldier wore a powered exo-suit; a heavy suit of high-tech armor, utilizing plating comparable to a tank, which had motors and actuators to help carry its own weight, and hooked up to the user's nervous system to be controlled as an extension of the body. Space Marines didn't wear normal powered exo-suits however... their genetically modified flesh was fused with the armor, and their joints oozed with thick, coagulated blood with their every movement. Each one stood a good two and a half meters tall in their blackened armor, covered in ceremonial spikes and arcane symbols and images of the Necropolitan skull-pentagram. Their faces could not be seen behind their helmets, with reflective visors and an imposing, inhuman appearance. Voices came out distorted and deep, modulated by the helmet.

"Attention troops!" the leader of these Space Marines called out. His voice was deep, and had a distinct German accent to it. "In less than a minute, our drone bombers will be making another bombing run, barring the event of space combat. If they make the bombing run, immediately after they make the bombing run, we will be dropping down into combat.

Recon images from the drones show that our enemies, the 'Decepticons' as they are calling themselves, appear to be giant robots. This is perfect... there is a reason no military of Earth ever used such things. They have distinct weak points in the legs. We will be dropping down with plasma blades, in addition to heavy firepower. When we touch ground, try to hack the legs off of the giant robots, and onboard missiles at them as well. If you can't de-leg one of the mechas, the plasma picks should still be useful for scaling them. Do whatever is necessary to ensure victory for Necropolis and the Death's Hand Legion. The Supreme Dictator watch over us and grant us honor and glory for the victory we will win on this day! Semper occisio!

Sync your shortwave channels together, in T-5 seconds... Now. This is your colonel, Richard Klingemann, signing out."


"You heard the colonel!" barked the second in command, Lieutenant Colonel Pamela Nycz. "Remember your training. We must win this for Necropolis."

Low Lunar Orbit and Lunar Surface

The Necropolitan drones returned to their hangars, arming with more bombs, before returning to low Lunar orbit. This time, they swerved down, aiming at the Decepticons who dodged the last bombing run, setting several hills aflame in the process. Several of the fighter escorts fired their missiles at the 'cons, locked onto the legs of their targets. The missiles trailed unerringly, and would impact with their tandem warheads, while interceptors peppered legs with their pulse lasers, causing rapid heating.

Following the bombing run, the drones would once again return to their appropriate hangars. Meanwhile, the drop ship moved into position, and the six Space Marines began jumping down to the surface. Col. Klingemann lead the attack, carrying two plasma picks along with his sidearm, a S&W Model 500 revolver. Each plasma pick consisted of a hardened Stellite blade, the weapon shaped like a cross between an ice tool and kama, which would release a stream of hydrogen gas over the blade while running a current through the blade itself when the trigger is held down, turning the gas into plasma. The plasma glows bright red, and has all the appearance of reddish flames licking the metal blade.

The colonel landed on one of the 'cons, the force of the impact at terminal velocity going directly into the 'con's neck, blood oozing from his joints, while hydrogen plasma and metal blade impaled the 'con's eyes. The colonel ripped the picks from the eye sockets before closing in on a decapitation, as the burning plasma softened metal enough to be carved away by the tough blade of the weapons. Following the decapitation, Col. Klingemann leaped off the metal cadaver, landing on the surface of the moon with a heavy thud. Inside of the powered exo-suit, his body was barely held together. Space Marines required significantly modified bodies for their terminal velocity jumps, and even then they burned through bodies faster than other branches of the Necropolitan military as the damage from the jumps quickly added up, especially to the legs and spine.

"Command, this is Col. Klingemann. I'm in position, beginning area sweep. Over."

Along with Col. Klingemann was Lt Col. Nycz, who dropped down with a XZMN-X5Z0 .950 JDJ gatling gun. The oversized bulky weapon lacked a conventional stock, instead having a shoulder rest. The weapon was loaded with armor-piercing discarding sabot that used the centrifugal force generated by the rifling and the expanding gases of the burning gunpowder to dispose of its sabot, and the barrels began spinning quickly as the lieutenant colonel sighted in a 'con. The depleted uranium bullets whizzed out of gatling gun at high velocity as they spat out their bioplastic sabot. The gun whirred violently, sounding far more like a chainsaw than any firearm, while the recoil aggressively shook the lieutenant colonel's arms, which oozed forth coagulated blood from the joints of the armor with every jostle and jerk. She kept the weapon aimed on point properly with the weapon's carrying handle, but still felt the hard shocks from the recoil throughout her body and armor.

Following the colonel and lieutenant colonel was Sergeant Peter Breland, who, like the corporal, was armed with two plasma picks, as well as a ZZ595 M6DR .50 AE submachine gun as a side arm, built on the frame of the ZZ595 M6 pistol, with added automatic fire, a larger magazine, longer barrel, and skeletonized wire stock that folds over the receiver and fits snugly against the barrel without obstructing the iron sights. Additionally, the gauntlets of his armor held several short range rockets, which could detach and fire at the enemy via neural HUD confirmation. Sgt. Breland landed on the moon's surface, the shock of impact surging through his body, causing many fissures through even his genetically enhanced skeletal and muscular structure. He coughed up a large glob of coagulated blood into his helmet before getting back up to do a quick survey of the drop point. Thankfully for him, there were some 'cons nearby, but he would have to run to them, and they would possibly see him in the process. The sergeant had dealt with such situations before, and he had learned to trust the strength of his armor to protect him from most enemy fire short of anti-tank fire.

After the sergeant came Corporal Dalmar Cawil Deeq and the two privates, Georgi Ivov Velikov and Lu Huan. The corporal carried a XZWX-X9Z1 missile launcher firing X98429 "shark missiles", which activate a multi-tiered shaped explosive penetrator system, in which a shaped charge goes off on impact, which propels a smaller projectile made predominantly of depleted uranium deep into the target, which then detonates its own warhead after burrowing into the target a short distance, as a means of overcoming thick or dense armor plating, as well as reactive armor. The privates carried dual plasma picks, and had ZZ595 pistols as sidearms. The corporal got to work quick after recovering from the drop, locking onto the head of a 'con who was busy fighting Valentijn's forces, before firing the shark missile, which flew fast and true. The privates kept an eye out for any nearby 'cons who might try to attack the corporal, and each one had their plasma picks ready.

AF1010 = Rear Admiral Karl von Fischer-Treuenfeld
886363 = Commander Tch'thǃch'n
8c8c8c = Lieutenant Commander Esther Iversen

8a2828 = Colonel Richard Klingemann
ae0a0a = Lieutenant Colonel Pamela Nycz

DF0121 = Megatron (receiving transmission purposes only)
3DC0FF = Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn Vt. Clementine Harumi (receiving transmission purposes only)
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Postby Shwe Tu Colony » Sat Sep 01, 2018 12:03 am

Pax Cybertronian wrote:Soundwave, on the other hand, had managed to evade the incendiary bombs...


The Moon
While undeterred by Soundwave's attempt at intimidation because of his far greater fear at whatever was choking him, he did attempt to rather poorly stop how much he was moving: while he continued grasping at whatever was at his throat, his legs were not kicking quite as much. Unfortunately, this more relaxed state lasted only a few seconds, after the abrupt appearance of a smiling blonde woman in a teal dress caused him to begin thrashing around once more, albeit seemingly more so in desperation to make her go away. "Ah, I must... apologize for this boy's behavior," she said as D'aillisioux put his hands out in front of him, frantically waving them around as though begging her to stay away. He attempted to speak as well, but the only noise that came out was that of choking.

In response, the woman merely chuckled delightfully to herself, her already broad smile somehow widening even more. "Why did you leave?" she suddenly said in a sweet — possibly sickly so — tone, putting her hands on her thighs in a condescending manner aimed at the boy. She rotated her head in a disturbingly slow motion towards the Decepticon, her smile growing once more despite already being at what seemed to be its limit. "Do tell, where did you find him?" she said, tilting her head, "He is not supposed to be here." While she gave off a motherly aura, her bizarre way of emphasizing certain words by dragging them out made it seem that there was something more to her. In fact, D'aillisioux's panic grew each time she spoke like that, & his thrashing about became even more frantic — he may as well have been in a desperate struggle for his life with how he was acting.

What could this woman who seemed to be the very embodiment of benevolence & charity, possibly have done to what seemed to be a child. Sure, she seemed a bit creepy with her smiles that seemed to always be trying to expand past her already enormous grins & her strange emphasis, but she otherwise seemed perfectly innocent. "Oh, I should hurry with him..." she said, her voice drowned in her usual sweetness as she turned towards the Decepticon, "So sorry for this trouble..." She paused, & her smile grew again. "... Soundwave," she tilted her head again, "Yes... a lovely name... it really does fit you. Now then..." D'aillisioux would suddenly shake his head as he gazed pleadingly & terrified towards the woman, before he abruptly stopped struggling & hung loosely from the Decepticon, his hair obscuring his eyes.

The only indication that he was alive after what she did was his breathing, but he was now exhaling pink clouds. "There we are! Oh yes, my name is... Vaalkyne," the woman then said, "Whatever you plan to do with him... I'll need him..." She tilted her head, her grin expanding once more. "Back." From there, she would wait for a short while to answer any questions Soundwave might have, but otherwise she would leave by turning around & simply fading away, a strange purple cloak momentarily billowing out from her the moment before she fully disappeared. If Soundwave decided to try to look at D'aillisioux's face for whatever reason, he would notice D'aillisioux's iris & pupil had become hearts, & that they seemed to be related to love in some way. However, they were not there before, & he would likely feel something highly revolting associated with them.

At the same time, his eyes had a strangely alluring aspect to them in this form. Upon closer inspection, he seemed to be looking in the direction of Vaalkyne in both unnatural, forced loved & abject fear & despair. It seemed off that that seemingly pure lady had caused all of this, but if there was one thing for sure, her aura was palpable from even far away. In fact, even those from the battle elsewhere on the moon would be able to feel her motherly presence, which would likely have a strange calming effect on them. In fact, one might be able to find her location by simply feeling around for where it seemed weaker or stronger, with Vaalkyne of course being the epicenter.




Sk'aratu*, D'aillisioux thought to himself, as he tried to focus his pink-tinted, unsteady gaze on the enormous purple cloak of his master, who was where Vaalkyne was & was her other form, I've... failed. What's Sekka going to say? Wait... With his current state, he found himself unable to express himself physically, & so he simply had to hang there in the panicked maelstrom of his mind. He said that he would... take me back? he thought, No! He can't... he won't do that! The others will find me, I'm sure of it. He sifted through his memories to assure himself of that. Right! The drone! Sekka saw the whole thing. He'll... he'll know, right? I bet Pâté Chaud's coming right now! If only I could see him. He was unable to move any part of his body other than his eyes, but he still felt a strong hope that he would get through this.
*Demonish curse word for "Asha curse me"

"How can you be so sure?" that accursed fiend of his master taunted, only being heard by D'aillisioux, "How do you know that they'll really accept you after something as monumental as this? Ah, I know some of these people that Megatron is fighting... some are pure folk, who will not stand by to see a 'child' like you held in such a miserable state. They'll risk it all & lose it all just to save you, just because you were at the wrong area, just because you couldn't take down a mere robot pigeon, just because you're trying to pursue a hope that never really existed." He cackled for a few seconds, although anyone else would only hear it in the form of Vaalkyne suddenly giggling to herself. "& I really do mean lose it all. This entire universe... being under my rule with only the best enforcer — isn't that what I am for?" he continued, making sure to place his metallic, clown-like face in view of D'aillisioux despite the boy's constant eye movement to avoid it.

"You've had impressive escape attempts... My own. Tyr of the Dís. The Underworld's Kirin!" D'aillisioux began to feel a growing hope that he would be able to escape, as he had fled from even worse experiences. "Ah, that's all well & good, but this won't be one you will escape from. I will make sure of it... but if you do evade my grasp, if you do insist on clinging onto some firefly that you saw a glimpse of in the distance, just know you can not escape what will happen. The others will come to help you, but they will only destroy themselves. Fleeing after that? Just cowardly & wasteful for a Parfuhmerian assassin. Remember Richelieu's words? How you jumped at him simply calling your name? Have some bravery, maybe just a twinge, or just some subtle hint of heroic light, boy!" he mocked in a derisive tone, "Maybe you'll run back home into Sekka, but everyone will know that you're why this universe shall be ruined. Running is all you've done, & it's about time you... rested." He tilted his head at the last word. "Stick to what you're good at. You've ruined almost everything."
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