Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2010 9:33:09 GMT
Just a bit of fun I've been having, let me know what you guys think of it 
Cheetor walked across the green and blue streets of Cybertron, the Reformatting only happened about an orbital cycle ago, but it was still so new to him. The planet looked nothing like the mechanical marvel it had been for billions of years before, even during the recent spark war.
As sad as it sounds, he missed Megatron and his Vehicons nowadays, at least then there was stuff to do, now the entire planet is at peace.
No one's really sure what happened to Optimus or Megatron at the end of the war, but it can be safe to say that Optimus won the battle, but died in the process. There was even a memorial day dedicated to him recently. Cheetor missed him so much.
Cheetor found his way to his office in Cybertropolis, the capital city of Cybertron in this era, built over the ruins of the former capital, Iacon, and locked the door
“Are you sure you want to do this?” came a familiar voice from behind him
Cheetor turned around and saw a transparent version of his Transmetal 2 body, it was more feral looking than his current body, with a large rocket on the back
“Yes, I don't belong on this Cybertron, it's too different” Cheetor said to his counterpart
“I think you would like this world Cheetor. That war you mentioned with Megatron stealing all the sparks on the planet never happened here” the Alternate Cheetor said
“And Optimus is still around?” Cheetor asked
“Oh yes, Optimus is around” Alternate Cheetor replied
“Good enough for me” Cheetor said, as he activated a device on his desk “This will send me straight to your Cybertron?” he asked
“Yes, you should appear somewhere in Cybertropolis, I'll be waiting” the Alternate Cheetor said, smiling, and then his hologram dissolved
Cheetor set the device's coordinates and was enshrouded in a bright white light
Cheetor activated his optics, and found himself on the dusty floor of a room he didn't recognise, but he did recognise that it was metal, and not technorganic, he had arrived.
Cheetor walked over to the nearest window, so he could see the mechanical world he had been longing for. The window was quite dusty however, Cheetor used his hand and wiped away the dirt, enough to see through it, the world was definitely mechanical, and Cybertron, but something was different, he couldn't tell from this dirty window though, so he headed out of the room
Cheetor walked through the building he was in, and found it eerie, the lights in the hall were all flickering, the hall was covered in dirt and oils. Some scratches were even engraved into the walls
“What happened here?” he whispered, as he looked at a severed arm on the ground, seemingly bitten off, as what looked like tooth marks were on the point where it was severed off.
Cheetor found the exit, and pushed the door open, all around him he saw destruction, and death, the sky was filled with a dark red cloud
“Oh yeah...” came a voice to his left, Cheetor turned towards the voice
He saw his counterpart from this universe, horribly disfigured, seemingly decayed, and his face was damaged, showing some jagged teeth of sorts, his optics flickering very faintly. He was escorted by 3 other figures, a small red and silver figure with a snarky expression on his disfigured face, also showing the jagged fangs and flickering eyes. A larger green and tan figure with an arm missing, and the same expression. And finally a much larger red orange and blue figure with half his head missing, exposing his cerebral cortex, and missing his spark chamber, but still moving just as well as the others
“...I guess I forgot to mention this little thing” the Alternate Cheetor said with a demonic snarl of jagged teeth “Boys! It's dinner time!” he said to the other 3, as all three seemingly dead Maximals lunged forwards towards the slender yellow Maximal from a whole other world
Cheetor dived to his right, narrowly dodging the ravaged-looking Rattrap, and by utilizing his super-speeding ability he darted between the dead forms of his alternate team mates, Optimus and Rhinox, running as fast as his slender form could allow
“YOU THINK I CAN'T DO THAT AS WELL?” Screamed the decaying Cheetor, as he launched himself along the ground, aided by his rocket booster as well. He was catching up to his still living counterpart, when he ran through a protruding bar from the ground, slicing off his left leg, leaving it dangling off, the evil Cheetor stumbled to the ground, not out of pain, but due to a new lack of balance
“AHHH! SLAG IT ALL!!!” He screamed as he saw his counterpart speed off, out of sight. Cheetor activated his still working internal computer “Cheetor to all troops, find our visitor, eat whatever you want, just leave the head for me” he smiled, showing off his now deformed teeth, as he shut off the computer
Cheetor kept speeding until he couldn't see his evil counterpart any more, he started to slow down, and dived into an alleyway
“Where am I? Kalis?” he mumbled to himself, he peeked around the corner, into the street he just left, and searched for any sign of movement. He never saw the dirt covered hand reach out from behind him, and grabbed him, covering his mouth.
Cheetor tried to scream, but the hand was clasped so tight
“Be quiet” said a feminine voice, Cheetor looked up, and saw a dirt covered, but still living Transformer “you must be quiet friend” she whispered, and pointed upwards.
Cheetor saw the familiar sight of Optimus Primal's jet mode hovering above them, pieces falling off behind him, the fem-bot dragged Cheetor into the shadows of the alleyway, and both stood there quietly, until the monstrous Maximal passed over them
The fembot let go of Cheetor's maw
“Thanks, who ar-” Cheetor began, but the fembot grabbed his mouth again
“Not here, come with me” she whispered, and the walked off
The pair walked, mostly in shadows, but completely in silence, until they reached a man-hole cover, the fembot typed in a code on the lock, and the man-hole opened up, she allowed Cheetor to go through first, then followed, locking it afterwards
“Okay, now can we-” Cheetor began, but was silenced again
“Wait” She whispered, and then led Cheetor into the deep catacombs
Cheetor couldn't help but reminisce about how he, and his team once travelled these tunnels in his own dimension, when they were evading Megatron and his Vehicons. But now the same team he once worked with, and cared for beyond anything else were trying to devour him, or at least some versions of them are any way.
The two Transformers arrived in a large room, not one that Cheetor recognised, but then again, they never stayed in any room for too long back in his own universe
“Welcome back Strika” said an elegant sounding voice from the shadows “and who is this?” he said, coming out from the shadows, revealing himself as an Autobot, albeit one that went through the energon efficient downgrade, no doubt his partner had too
“I'm not sure, he looks a bit like that zombie who's been chasing us for a while, but he isn't infected” Strika replied
“You're Strika?!” Cheetor said, shocked, as he remembered the Strika of his universe, a Vehicon who was quite bulky, and armed to the teeth, this more feminine, but still armed to the teeth version, must have been her original form “Then you must be Obsidian” Cheetor said to the other Transformer, who looked a lot like his Vehicon body
“Yes, but how could you know that?” Obsidian replied, curiously
“You're not going to believe it, but I'm from another universe....” Cheetor explained to Obsidian and Strika about the Spark War caused by Megatron, how Cybertron had been turned into a technorganic planet, and finally how his evil counterpart lured him to this universe for some reason “...and that's when I ran into Strika. I just don't understand how all this happened though” Cheetor concluded
“That is a hard story, and we do not know the entire story ourselves, but we do know that it began about four Orbital Cycles ago” Obsidian began
Cheetor sat down, to engross himself into the story
“Megatron returned to Cybertron from his self imposed exile about that time, but immediately went into hiding, and began some experiments. We didn't know about this of course, not until much later. Anyway, Cybertron was quiet for an entire Orbital Cycle after that, until a small group of Tank Drones began appearing...”
Cheetor looked up “That's how Megatron spread the Transformation Virus in my universe”
“You are lucky then” Strika commented
“Indeed, it seems that our Megatron created a faulty virus in this universe, for you see, when the Tank Drones expelled the virus, the Transformers who were infected by it, did not get inhibited, like your version did it seems, they just died, but then they began to rise up again. Those who arose again began attacking everyone around them, and began to spread this virus. Either turning their victims into these zombies as well, or just devoured them completely”
Strika walked over to Obsidian, who seemed to be having trouble talking now, so she continued for him
“Before we could mobilise our forces against them, more than half the planet were either converted or dead. So we had to go into hiding, into these forgotten catacombs, and empty buildings. Megatron himself found his way into our hide outs, and explained to Lio Convoy, our de-facto leader in this crisis about his involvement in the crisis. He worked on a cure, even abducting some of the infected to experiment on. The zombies some how found out about this, and targeted him, he was completely devoured in the process” Strika looked down, seemingly finding it hard to talk about as well
“What about the Optimus of this universe and his team?” Cheetor asked “They weren't on Earth during the outbreak I guess, if t was like my universe”
“Correct, at least two ships arrived on Cybertron in the time that passed since the outbreak, an Autobot shuttle craft, and a Maximal science vessel. I'm not sure what came out of the science vessel, but I believe your alternate parts arrived on the Autobot shuttle. Some of them were killed shortly after they arrived, but were rescued our resistance, and joined us.” Obsidian explained “But one day, myself and Strika were on patrol, when something happened in our base of operations, most of the resistance were killed, but a few were converted, including your team, and your counterpart”
Cheetor had to stand up, and pace around the room now, this was a lot to take in. That was when he noticed a device on his leg, it was the device that he used to get into this Primus-forsaken universe, and had a quick idea
“Wait, I used this to get into this universe, can't I use it to get out of here too?” Cheetor asked
Obsidian walked over, and looked at the device
“I recognise this, it was an experimental piece of technology that was retrofitted from a Quintesson archaeological site under Kaon. It was theorized that it could enable cross-dimensional travel, so long as you know the target universe's co-ordinates” Obsidian explained
“That's right...the Cheetor from this universe sent me a set of digits that would activate the device...I guess that was for this universe, so how do we work out my universe's code?” Cheetor enquired
“If we could some how scan you, we can find out the data from your cerebral cortex...” Obsidian stopped, having a sudden realization “OF COURSE! They didn't bring you here to just be eaten, they brought you here to get the code to your universe! They have no more food here, they must want to travel to your universe to devour it as well!”
“We have to warn my people” Cheetor said “Can I count on your support?” he asked the two Autobots
“We couldn't stop the infection here, the least we can do is stop it from destroying your universe as well” Strika replied, looking at Obsidian
“Okay then, lets ROLL OUT!” Cheetor shouted, as he led the two Autobots into the dead world above them
A man-hole near Cybertropolis pushed itself open, and out came Strika, Obsidian and the uninfected Cheetor, the trio looked around the seemingly empty street, wary of their unseen foes.
“Isn't this a bit of a stupid move?” Cheetor asked
“Cybertropolis seems to be the only place on Cybertron with even a bit of power left in it. They struck the power conversion facilities quite early on in this conflict. Cybertropolis has it's own power supply inside, but it's not eternally lasting” Obsidian explained
“Where's all the zombies?” Cheetor asked
“I'm not certain” Strika replied “they might be looking for you, or searching for food in Kaon or one of the other southern states, either way we must hurry”
The trio of Transformers ran over to the gateway into Cybertropolis city. Cheetor went to the control panel on the gate
“There's no power on this gate, we can pull it open, help me out” he and his accomplices grabbed onto the grooves on the doors, and began pulling them, sliding them open.
“Just a little more and we can fit through” Obsidian observed
The trio managed to pull the doors slightly more, and then Cheetor slid through, Obsidian followed him
“Hurry Strika” Obsidian said
“I am coming” Strika said, wearily, but then stopped
“What's wrong?” Cheetor asked
“I heard something” Strika replied, and turned around, she could see a small object coming closer at an alarming speed “RUN!” She screamed to her allies
The vehicle-like alternate mode of Rattrap fell apart, with Rattrap springing from the debris, and jumped onto Strika, biting her
“NOOOOO!!” Obsidian screamed
“COME ON!!” Cheetor shouted, grabbing Obsidian by the arm, and started speeding
Within moments Cheetor and Obsidian were outside the Cybertropolis Citadel, where the power generator is located, and where their only chance was.
“We...we can't just open these doors, we have to...to...” Obsidian was saying, clearly shaken
“We have to put in a code? Right?” Cheetor said
“Yes, but we have to decipher it” Obsidian replied, still shaken
“We used to break into the Citadel daily in my universe, I know what the codes are to this place. It'll be open soon” Cheetor explained
Obsidian looked to the ground, if he was capable, he'd probably have been crying
“I'm sorry about Strika. I guess you two were close” Cheetor said sympathetically
“We have been together since the Great War, how can it end like this?” Obsidian asked
“Maybe you can meet her again when we get back to my universe?” Cheetor suggested
“Me?” Obsidian said surprised “I can't come with you”
“What?” Cheetor was shocked
“The device will only carry one person across the barriers between the universes, I couldn't possibly come” Obsidian said
“Then...you and Strika came with me, knowing that you would probably die out here?” Cheetor realized
“Yes, but it is still hard to accept that Strika is gone” Obsidian admitted
BEEP
“The door's open” Cheetor said “Lets get in, before anything else goes wr-”
BOOOOOOM
“ARRRGGHHH!” Obsidian screamed as his side was blasted off.
Cheetor looked behind him and saw the now zombified Strika, with her main blasters active
“I'm hungry” Strika hissed
“Nooo!” Obsidian moaned, as he lay there dying
Suddenly Cheetor was a blur of yellow, and Strika was off her feet, then she was suddenly pinned onto a near-by wall with a stray piece of metal
“Get me down from here you mongrel!” Strika snarled at Cheetor
“No chance” Cheetor said, as he sped back towards Obsidian, picking him up “will you be okay for a bit?” he asked his injured ally
“Yes, just carry me” Obsidian wheezed
Cheetor sped as fast as he could with a passenger, until he found the first lab he could.
Cheetor managed to open the door with a tap of a button, and dragged Obsidian inside. He then began barricading the door from inside
“Hurry Cheetor” Obsidian whined
Cheetor walked over to the desk, which had various devices on it
“Which one is it?” he mumbled to himself over and over, getting more frantic each time. Then he looked out the window “Oh no...”
“What is it?” Obsidian asked
“You don't want to know” Cheetor replied, as he gazed upon the thousands of decaying, zombified Transformers, of all different sizes, colours and factions, all clawing at the walls, approaching the Citadel.
Cheetor looked down and recognised the device he needed
“Got it!” he said victoriously, and plugged it into his head, gently “tell me when the code is up” he said to Obsidian
“I will” Obsidian replied
“I'm sorry by the way” Cheetor said
“For what?” Obsidian replied, his eyes beginning to fade out
“For getting you and Strika killed. I didn't want any of this to happen” Cheetor said
“Don't worry my friend, it was our own fault, we weren't being honest earlier, we were not patrolling when the others were attacked...we were hiding. I guess this is our reward for our cowardice” Obsidian admitted
“You aren't a coward Obsidian, you are a great bot” Cheetor said reassuringly
“Thank you...your code is finished” he said
Cheetor removed the device from his head, and looked at the code, he then typed it into the device on his leg, ready for transport
“Are you sure I can't bring you with me?” Cheetor asked, and he gave Obsidian the second device and walked to one side
“Absolutely certain” Obsidian replied weakly “Now go, befor-ARRRGGHHHH!!!”
Cheetor quickly turned around, and saw his decayed older body chewing on Obsidian through the hole in his side
“I've been waiting for you” Evil Cheetor said darkly
“How? The door's locked!” Cheetor said, shocked
“I knew you would come here, so I had my team bring me here, where I waited” Evil Cheetor dragged himself away from his latest meal, leaving him to continue dying. Cheetor's previously damaged leg was now completely torn off.
“I WON'T LET YOU KILL ME!” Cheetor shouted, and he drew his arm-blades out, ready to fight
“Oh you stupid little kid” Evil Cheetor laughed at his counterpart “Why would I eat you, when I need your universe intact?”
“What?” Cheetor mumbled
“This is what I needed” Evil Cheetor said calmly, as he picked up the device that Cheetor had given to Obsidian earlier “You see, your universe is one of the original ones, no one is sure which of them is the true original universe, but it is definitely one of them. And from those universes, all other universes are born”
“I don't understand” Cheetor said, as he prepared for the fight he could see coming
“From your universe's code, I can travel to any other universe, for a grand feast. I thank you so much” Evil Cheetor said as he smiled again
“If you think that I'd let you do that, then you are sadly mistake-nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn” Cheetor began, but was thrown from the dimension, after Evil Cheetor threw a piece of debris at the device on his leg, activating it
Cheetor was thrown across his office back in his home universe in a flash of bright light
“No!” he shouted, and looked down, ready to transport back, only to find the device sliced in half, the co-ordinates blinking on the display. He looked out his clean window, and saw a green and blue planet, with a bright blue sky. Not a zombie in sight.
Though Cheetor did think that he needed a wash soon
The zombified Cheetor looked at the device in the lab, and was smiling, most malevolently. Typing some data into the main computer in the lab
“Where's food?” came a dim voice from behind him
Cheetor turned around and saw the now zombified Obsidian standing up
“The food has gone Obsidian” Cheetor said calmly
“NOOO!” Obsidian shouted, and a few parts fell out from the hole in his side “I don't feel the pain” he whined
“Doesn't surprise me” he said, indicating the spike he placed in the stump of his leg “You might want to let the others in now, the buffet will begin soon” Cheetor said, as he looked at the screen, which had quickly brought up hundreds of new universes that spanned from the original. He then looked to his side, where dozens of the dimensional transporters lay.
Cheetor smiled, ready for his next meal
TO BE CONTINUED?
Cheetor walked across the green and blue streets of Cybertron, the Reformatting only happened about an orbital cycle ago, but it was still so new to him. The planet looked nothing like the mechanical marvel it had been for billions of years before, even during the recent spark war.
As sad as it sounds, he missed Megatron and his Vehicons nowadays, at least then there was stuff to do, now the entire planet is at peace.
No one's really sure what happened to Optimus or Megatron at the end of the war, but it can be safe to say that Optimus won the battle, but died in the process. There was even a memorial day dedicated to him recently. Cheetor missed him so much.
Cheetor found his way to his office in Cybertropolis, the capital city of Cybertron in this era, built over the ruins of the former capital, Iacon, and locked the door
“Are you sure you want to do this?” came a familiar voice from behind him
Cheetor turned around and saw a transparent version of his Transmetal 2 body, it was more feral looking than his current body, with a large rocket on the back
“Yes, I don't belong on this Cybertron, it's too different” Cheetor said to his counterpart
“I think you would like this world Cheetor. That war you mentioned with Megatron stealing all the sparks on the planet never happened here” the Alternate Cheetor said
“And Optimus is still around?” Cheetor asked
“Oh yes, Optimus is around” Alternate Cheetor replied
“Good enough for me” Cheetor said, as he activated a device on his desk “This will send me straight to your Cybertron?” he asked
“Yes, you should appear somewhere in Cybertropolis, I'll be waiting” the Alternate Cheetor said, smiling, and then his hologram dissolved
Cheetor set the device's coordinates and was enshrouded in a bright white light
Cheetor activated his optics, and found himself on the dusty floor of a room he didn't recognise, but he did recognise that it was metal, and not technorganic, he had arrived.
Cheetor walked over to the nearest window, so he could see the mechanical world he had been longing for. The window was quite dusty however, Cheetor used his hand and wiped away the dirt, enough to see through it, the world was definitely mechanical, and Cybertron, but something was different, he couldn't tell from this dirty window though, so he headed out of the room
Cheetor walked through the building he was in, and found it eerie, the lights in the hall were all flickering, the hall was covered in dirt and oils. Some scratches were even engraved into the walls
“What happened here?” he whispered, as he looked at a severed arm on the ground, seemingly bitten off, as what looked like tooth marks were on the point where it was severed off.
Cheetor found the exit, and pushed the door open, all around him he saw destruction, and death, the sky was filled with a dark red cloud
“Oh yeah...” came a voice to his left, Cheetor turned towards the voice
He saw his counterpart from this universe, horribly disfigured, seemingly decayed, and his face was damaged, showing some jagged teeth of sorts, his optics flickering very faintly. He was escorted by 3 other figures, a small red and silver figure with a snarky expression on his disfigured face, also showing the jagged fangs and flickering eyes. A larger green and tan figure with an arm missing, and the same expression. And finally a much larger red orange and blue figure with half his head missing, exposing his cerebral cortex, and missing his spark chamber, but still moving just as well as the others
“...I guess I forgot to mention this little thing” the Alternate Cheetor said with a demonic snarl of jagged teeth “Boys! It's dinner time!” he said to the other 3, as all three seemingly dead Maximals lunged forwards towards the slender yellow Maximal from a whole other world
Cheetor dived to his right, narrowly dodging the ravaged-looking Rattrap, and by utilizing his super-speeding ability he darted between the dead forms of his alternate team mates, Optimus and Rhinox, running as fast as his slender form could allow
“YOU THINK I CAN'T DO THAT AS WELL?” Screamed the decaying Cheetor, as he launched himself along the ground, aided by his rocket booster as well. He was catching up to his still living counterpart, when he ran through a protruding bar from the ground, slicing off his left leg, leaving it dangling off, the evil Cheetor stumbled to the ground, not out of pain, but due to a new lack of balance
“AHHH! SLAG IT ALL!!!” He screamed as he saw his counterpart speed off, out of sight. Cheetor activated his still working internal computer “Cheetor to all troops, find our visitor, eat whatever you want, just leave the head for me” he smiled, showing off his now deformed teeth, as he shut off the computer
Cheetor kept speeding until he couldn't see his evil counterpart any more, he started to slow down, and dived into an alleyway
“Where am I? Kalis?” he mumbled to himself, he peeked around the corner, into the street he just left, and searched for any sign of movement. He never saw the dirt covered hand reach out from behind him, and grabbed him, covering his mouth.
Cheetor tried to scream, but the hand was clasped so tight
“Be quiet” said a feminine voice, Cheetor looked up, and saw a dirt covered, but still living Transformer “you must be quiet friend” she whispered, and pointed upwards.
Cheetor saw the familiar sight of Optimus Primal's jet mode hovering above them, pieces falling off behind him, the fem-bot dragged Cheetor into the shadows of the alleyway, and both stood there quietly, until the monstrous Maximal passed over them
The fembot let go of Cheetor's maw
“Thanks, who ar-” Cheetor began, but the fembot grabbed his mouth again
“Not here, come with me” she whispered, and the walked off
The pair walked, mostly in shadows, but completely in silence, until they reached a man-hole cover, the fembot typed in a code on the lock, and the man-hole opened up, she allowed Cheetor to go through first, then followed, locking it afterwards
“Okay, now can we-” Cheetor began, but was silenced again
“Wait” She whispered, and then led Cheetor into the deep catacombs
Cheetor couldn't help but reminisce about how he, and his team once travelled these tunnels in his own dimension, when they were evading Megatron and his Vehicons. But now the same team he once worked with, and cared for beyond anything else were trying to devour him, or at least some versions of them are any way.
The two Transformers arrived in a large room, not one that Cheetor recognised, but then again, they never stayed in any room for too long back in his own universe
“Welcome back Strika” said an elegant sounding voice from the shadows “and who is this?” he said, coming out from the shadows, revealing himself as an Autobot, albeit one that went through the energon efficient downgrade, no doubt his partner had too
“I'm not sure, he looks a bit like that zombie who's been chasing us for a while, but he isn't infected” Strika replied
“You're Strika?!” Cheetor said, shocked, as he remembered the Strika of his universe, a Vehicon who was quite bulky, and armed to the teeth, this more feminine, but still armed to the teeth version, must have been her original form “Then you must be Obsidian” Cheetor said to the other Transformer, who looked a lot like his Vehicon body
“Yes, but how could you know that?” Obsidian replied, curiously
“You're not going to believe it, but I'm from another universe....” Cheetor explained to Obsidian and Strika about the Spark War caused by Megatron, how Cybertron had been turned into a technorganic planet, and finally how his evil counterpart lured him to this universe for some reason “...and that's when I ran into Strika. I just don't understand how all this happened though” Cheetor concluded
“That is a hard story, and we do not know the entire story ourselves, but we do know that it began about four Orbital Cycles ago” Obsidian began
Cheetor sat down, to engross himself into the story
“Megatron returned to Cybertron from his self imposed exile about that time, but immediately went into hiding, and began some experiments. We didn't know about this of course, not until much later. Anyway, Cybertron was quiet for an entire Orbital Cycle after that, until a small group of Tank Drones began appearing...”
Cheetor looked up “That's how Megatron spread the Transformation Virus in my universe”
“You are lucky then” Strika commented
“Indeed, it seems that our Megatron created a faulty virus in this universe, for you see, when the Tank Drones expelled the virus, the Transformers who were infected by it, did not get inhibited, like your version did it seems, they just died, but then they began to rise up again. Those who arose again began attacking everyone around them, and began to spread this virus. Either turning their victims into these zombies as well, or just devoured them completely”
Strika walked over to Obsidian, who seemed to be having trouble talking now, so she continued for him
“Before we could mobilise our forces against them, more than half the planet were either converted or dead. So we had to go into hiding, into these forgotten catacombs, and empty buildings. Megatron himself found his way into our hide outs, and explained to Lio Convoy, our de-facto leader in this crisis about his involvement in the crisis. He worked on a cure, even abducting some of the infected to experiment on. The zombies some how found out about this, and targeted him, he was completely devoured in the process” Strika looked down, seemingly finding it hard to talk about as well
“What about the Optimus of this universe and his team?” Cheetor asked “They weren't on Earth during the outbreak I guess, if t was like my universe”
“Correct, at least two ships arrived on Cybertron in the time that passed since the outbreak, an Autobot shuttle craft, and a Maximal science vessel. I'm not sure what came out of the science vessel, but I believe your alternate parts arrived on the Autobot shuttle. Some of them were killed shortly after they arrived, but were rescued our resistance, and joined us.” Obsidian explained “But one day, myself and Strika were on patrol, when something happened in our base of operations, most of the resistance were killed, but a few were converted, including your team, and your counterpart”
Cheetor had to stand up, and pace around the room now, this was a lot to take in. That was when he noticed a device on his leg, it was the device that he used to get into this Primus-forsaken universe, and had a quick idea
“Wait, I used this to get into this universe, can't I use it to get out of here too?” Cheetor asked
Obsidian walked over, and looked at the device
“I recognise this, it was an experimental piece of technology that was retrofitted from a Quintesson archaeological site under Kaon. It was theorized that it could enable cross-dimensional travel, so long as you know the target universe's co-ordinates” Obsidian explained
“That's right...the Cheetor from this universe sent me a set of digits that would activate the device...I guess that was for this universe, so how do we work out my universe's code?” Cheetor enquired
“If we could some how scan you, we can find out the data from your cerebral cortex...” Obsidian stopped, having a sudden realization “OF COURSE! They didn't bring you here to just be eaten, they brought you here to get the code to your universe! They have no more food here, they must want to travel to your universe to devour it as well!”
“We have to warn my people” Cheetor said “Can I count on your support?” he asked the two Autobots
“We couldn't stop the infection here, the least we can do is stop it from destroying your universe as well” Strika replied, looking at Obsidian
“Okay then, lets ROLL OUT!” Cheetor shouted, as he led the two Autobots into the dead world above them
A man-hole near Cybertropolis pushed itself open, and out came Strika, Obsidian and the uninfected Cheetor, the trio looked around the seemingly empty street, wary of their unseen foes.
“Isn't this a bit of a stupid move?” Cheetor asked
“Cybertropolis seems to be the only place on Cybertron with even a bit of power left in it. They struck the power conversion facilities quite early on in this conflict. Cybertropolis has it's own power supply inside, but it's not eternally lasting” Obsidian explained
“Where's all the zombies?” Cheetor asked
“I'm not certain” Strika replied “they might be looking for you, or searching for food in Kaon or one of the other southern states, either way we must hurry”
The trio of Transformers ran over to the gateway into Cybertropolis city. Cheetor went to the control panel on the gate
“There's no power on this gate, we can pull it open, help me out” he and his accomplices grabbed onto the grooves on the doors, and began pulling them, sliding them open.
“Just a little more and we can fit through” Obsidian observed
The trio managed to pull the doors slightly more, and then Cheetor slid through, Obsidian followed him
“Hurry Strika” Obsidian said
“I am coming” Strika said, wearily, but then stopped
“What's wrong?” Cheetor asked
“I heard something” Strika replied, and turned around, she could see a small object coming closer at an alarming speed “RUN!” She screamed to her allies
The vehicle-like alternate mode of Rattrap fell apart, with Rattrap springing from the debris, and jumped onto Strika, biting her
“NOOOOO!!” Obsidian screamed
“COME ON!!” Cheetor shouted, grabbing Obsidian by the arm, and started speeding
Within moments Cheetor and Obsidian were outside the Cybertropolis Citadel, where the power generator is located, and where their only chance was.
“We...we can't just open these doors, we have to...to...” Obsidian was saying, clearly shaken
“We have to put in a code? Right?” Cheetor said
“Yes, but we have to decipher it” Obsidian replied, still shaken
“We used to break into the Citadel daily in my universe, I know what the codes are to this place. It'll be open soon” Cheetor explained
Obsidian looked to the ground, if he was capable, he'd probably have been crying
“I'm sorry about Strika. I guess you two were close” Cheetor said sympathetically
“We have been together since the Great War, how can it end like this?” Obsidian asked
“Maybe you can meet her again when we get back to my universe?” Cheetor suggested
“Me?” Obsidian said surprised “I can't come with you”
“What?” Cheetor was shocked
“The device will only carry one person across the barriers between the universes, I couldn't possibly come” Obsidian said
“Then...you and Strika came with me, knowing that you would probably die out here?” Cheetor realized
“Yes, but it is still hard to accept that Strika is gone” Obsidian admitted
BEEP
“The door's open” Cheetor said “Lets get in, before anything else goes wr-”
BOOOOOOM
“ARRRGGHHH!” Obsidian screamed as his side was blasted off.
Cheetor looked behind him and saw the now zombified Strika, with her main blasters active
“I'm hungry” Strika hissed
“Nooo!” Obsidian moaned, as he lay there dying
Suddenly Cheetor was a blur of yellow, and Strika was off her feet, then she was suddenly pinned onto a near-by wall with a stray piece of metal
“Get me down from here you mongrel!” Strika snarled at Cheetor
“No chance” Cheetor said, as he sped back towards Obsidian, picking him up “will you be okay for a bit?” he asked his injured ally
“Yes, just carry me” Obsidian wheezed
Cheetor sped as fast as he could with a passenger, until he found the first lab he could.
Cheetor managed to open the door with a tap of a button, and dragged Obsidian inside. He then began barricading the door from inside
“Hurry Cheetor” Obsidian whined
Cheetor walked over to the desk, which had various devices on it
“Which one is it?” he mumbled to himself over and over, getting more frantic each time. Then he looked out the window “Oh no...”
“What is it?” Obsidian asked
“You don't want to know” Cheetor replied, as he gazed upon the thousands of decaying, zombified Transformers, of all different sizes, colours and factions, all clawing at the walls, approaching the Citadel.
Cheetor looked down and recognised the device he needed
“Got it!” he said victoriously, and plugged it into his head, gently “tell me when the code is up” he said to Obsidian
“I will” Obsidian replied
“I'm sorry by the way” Cheetor said
“For what?” Obsidian replied, his eyes beginning to fade out
“For getting you and Strika killed. I didn't want any of this to happen” Cheetor said
“Don't worry my friend, it was our own fault, we weren't being honest earlier, we were not patrolling when the others were attacked...we were hiding. I guess this is our reward for our cowardice” Obsidian admitted
“You aren't a coward Obsidian, you are a great bot” Cheetor said reassuringly
“Thank you...your code is finished” he said
Cheetor removed the device from his head, and looked at the code, he then typed it into the device on his leg, ready for transport
“Are you sure I can't bring you with me?” Cheetor asked, and he gave Obsidian the second device and walked to one side
“Absolutely certain” Obsidian replied weakly “Now go, befor-ARRRGGHHHH!!!”
Cheetor quickly turned around, and saw his decayed older body chewing on Obsidian through the hole in his side
“I've been waiting for you” Evil Cheetor said darkly
“How? The door's locked!” Cheetor said, shocked
“I knew you would come here, so I had my team bring me here, where I waited” Evil Cheetor dragged himself away from his latest meal, leaving him to continue dying. Cheetor's previously damaged leg was now completely torn off.
“I WON'T LET YOU KILL ME!” Cheetor shouted, and he drew his arm-blades out, ready to fight
“Oh you stupid little kid” Evil Cheetor laughed at his counterpart “Why would I eat you, when I need your universe intact?”
“What?” Cheetor mumbled
“This is what I needed” Evil Cheetor said calmly, as he picked up the device that Cheetor had given to Obsidian earlier “You see, your universe is one of the original ones, no one is sure which of them is the true original universe, but it is definitely one of them. And from those universes, all other universes are born”
“I don't understand” Cheetor said, as he prepared for the fight he could see coming
“From your universe's code, I can travel to any other universe, for a grand feast. I thank you so much” Evil Cheetor said as he smiled again
“If you think that I'd let you do that, then you are sadly mistake-nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn” Cheetor began, but was thrown from the dimension, after Evil Cheetor threw a piece of debris at the device on his leg, activating it
Cheetor was thrown across his office back in his home universe in a flash of bright light
“No!” he shouted, and looked down, ready to transport back, only to find the device sliced in half, the co-ordinates blinking on the display. He looked out his clean window, and saw a green and blue planet, with a bright blue sky. Not a zombie in sight.
Though Cheetor did think that he needed a wash soon
The zombified Cheetor looked at the device in the lab, and was smiling, most malevolently. Typing some data into the main computer in the lab
“Where's food?” came a dim voice from behind him
Cheetor turned around and saw the now zombified Obsidian standing up
“The food has gone Obsidian” Cheetor said calmly
“NOOO!” Obsidian shouted, and a few parts fell out from the hole in his side “I don't feel the pain” he whined
“Doesn't surprise me” he said, indicating the spike he placed in the stump of his leg “You might want to let the others in now, the buffet will begin soon” Cheetor said, as he looked at the screen, which had quickly brought up hundreds of new universes that spanned from the original. He then looked to his side, where dozens of the dimensional transporters lay.
Cheetor smiled, ready for his next meal
TO BE CONTINUED?