Fandom TRANSFORMERS: UNSTABLE ALLIANCE

[Bone2pick]

EPISODE 1
Must Come Down​

Hot Rod eased through the quiet streets of Iocan City. His usual urge to redline his engine and watch his surroundings streak by in a blur was all but gone, buried under an avalanche of fresh grief. Recent battles with the Decepticons had been costly for both factions, but the Autobots had payed a higher price. More of their Sparks had been returned to the Matrix. And more of Hot Rod's friends were now gone. Just last night, the mighty Fortress Maximus had been killed, or so reports claimed. The news of the giant's death had spread through the Autobot ranks like a shockwave.

It doesn't feel real, Hot Rod thought as he banked into a tunnel. The pools of shadows between the tunnel's overhead amber lights were blacker than he remembered. His white headlights burned through them as he accelerated westbound. There will never be another like you, FM.

Hot Rod spilled out of the tunnel and continued towards the city's outskirts. The consequences of the War growing ever more conspicuous the further he drove. Buildings scarred from laser cannons. Roads fissured from incendiary missiles. Alleys walled-up with makeshift bunkers.

So much hard work has been undone, he thought. The Transformers had rebuilt Iocan City — as well as many other sites across Cybertron — after Unicron's attempt to destroy their homeworld six years ago. They had done so together. Autobot and Decepticon. For a brief time, all had been one.

Had Galvatron not returned, perhaps the Transformers would still be united. But the devil had. And one by one his Decepticons fell back into their old, treacherous ways, until enough of them were marshaled to resume the Great War.

Hot Rod rolled onto the lot of a dilapidated tool factory. From there he made his way to the far side of the battered building and climbed the only remaining ramp to its roof. He could hear Earth music before he reached the top.

Bumblebee was parked near the roof's edge, a gentle tune playing from his yellow car as the Autobot watched the sun set. Hot Rod flashed his headlights then transformed to robot mode, which made Bumblebee do likewise.

"I know I'm relieving you early," said Hot Rod, "but I had to get out of Decagon. It's too much . . . being there."

Bumblebee gave an understanding nod before fist bumping hello. "I'm not exactly in a rush to go back either," admitted Bumblebee. They stood in silence for a moment, then Bumblebee said, "Maybe I can convince Prowl to let me tag along tonight."

"On what, an escort?"

"Yeah, energon and weapons. Prowl and the Protectobots are meeting the convoy on the Electrospan in about . . . four gigacycles."

Hot Rod considered the mission as he looked his smallish yellow friend up and down. Truthfully, a trip out of Iocan — while dangerous — would be a welcome assignment under present circumstances. Anything to get his mind off of what he had lost. For a brief moment he was envious of Bumblebee. "Forgive me if I sound like Kup, but If you do go, stay alert. The Decepticons are—"

Bumblebee stiffened and peered hard into the dimming horizon. Two rapid clicks from his temples signaled he had magnified his optics.

"What is it?" asked Hot Rod.

"In the air. Silhouettes. They may be ours."

Hot Rod saw them. More than a dozen. He immediately opened a channel to base. "Decagon, this is Hot Rod."

"I hope they're ours..."

"Do we have any Autobots in the air west of the city?"

"This is Blaster from Decagon — that's a negative, Hot Rod, all our air units are at base or in holding patterns over Iocan."

More shapes materialized. Many more, and not just in the air. Out on the road, and off the road. A wide spread, growing ever wider. A tsunami of charging enemies. "We've got incoming Decepticons."

"Roger that. Approximately how many?"

Hot Rod felt Bumblebee staring at him. He locked optics with his friend for a nano-klik, and without saying a word, both Autobots transformed into their respective cars and launched themselves down the ramp.

"Hot Rod, do you read me? How many Decepticons can you see?"

"All of them, Blaster. They're all coming."

Spoiler: GM Notes

In reaction to Hot Rod's warning, Optimus Prime has ordered all Autobots in or around Iocan City to fall back to the autobase Decagon.

As a result of recent battles between the Autobots and Decepticons, Iocan City is drastically underpopulated. Many buildings are abandoned, especially those around the outskirts. But even with their numbers greatly reduced, thousands of Autobots continue to work and live inside the city. In order to not overcrowd their autobase, most Autobots in Iocan have residences outside of Decagon. Also outside of Decagon are various storage depots, science labs, workshops, scrapyards, bunkers, an airport, and an infirmary.

Some of the initial Autobot responses to the invasion include: (1) Relocating patients and staff of the Epsilon Infirmary into Decagon (a block away). (2) Transferring all energon, fuel, and munitions from depots and caches throughout Iocan City into Decagon. (3) Deploy highly-mobile Autobots to sweep through buildings and residences to make sure everyone has cleared out and are on their way to Decagon. And (4), squads of warriors and air defenders take position to provide cover/resistance for #s 1 - 3, before falling back to the autobase themselves. (4) is obviously a very dangerous assignment.

 

[_Exodus_]

A broad grin spread across Galvatron's face upon hearing the news. Building was complete, according to Scrapper's urging. The chaos of a base they called Kaon roared to life. Galvatron rose from his mighty throne to look down on the swarms of decepticons.
"Today is the day we end the autobots once and for all!" His voice boomed across the crowd, which earned him a cheer.
"We march on decagon to defeat our long enemies."

The troops began armoring themselves by the masses. Armories flared to life as they all got their weapons, and even more. Heavy artillery bots loaded up tanks and whatever they could find. The very ground shook once the troops began their slow and methodical march towards decagon with Galvatron at the head on a tank of his own.
"Seekers! ready the air support!"

Nacelle's faceplate was ecstatic. Finally they would have their war. No more sitting around. No more squabbling among themselves. Now was the time for them to get going. Assembling his squad, nacelle transformed and headed towards Decagon at roaring speeds. The trio split up once they saw some autobots.
"Mighty Galvatron, they know we are coming," Nacelle warned.
"Then let them come. They cannot stop us now. SCRAPPER! Is it ready?" Galvatron held a massive red button. A bit of cynical sarcasm to have the notorious red button to do all the dirty work.

 

[Scatterbrain]

Rollout​

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Rollout swept through Iacon at great speed, propelling himself from building to building with ease thanks to his turbo backpack whilst his partner Glitch kept a watchful eye out for any approaching Decepticons. Rollout and Glitch had been tasked by Optimus, alongside a few other Autobots, with making sure that everyone had cleared out and was heading for Decagon.

Although there were no Decepticons to be seen, blasting 'Cons always put Rollout in a good mood, he was in much better spirits than he had been for a while. For the last few cycles, he had been stuck with aiding in the rebuilding of the Ironworks after the last Decepticon offensive. At least now he was doing something a little more suitable for a bot of his talents, besides, it wouldn't be long before the real fun started. The Decepticons were on their way to Decagon and Rollout couldn't wait.

He and Glitch would make sure to give them a warm Autobot welcome.

Flywheels​

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Flywheels cheered at Galvatron words. This would be his first taste of combat in a long time and he was eager for the battle to begin. Flocking to the armoury alongside a host of other Decepticons, Flywheels armed himself with a "HV Electron Breacher." As well as being able to mount the gun on both his vehicle and jet modes, it could be combined with his "EM24 IR Laser Launcher" to form the "LRRF Suspension-Ray Super-Launcher."

Flywheels two halves decided to make things more interesting and split into their two vehicle modes. Whichever half slagged the most Autobots the other one would have to listen to without question for once. Both sides wanted desperately to win the wager and they wouldn't be above cheating to do so.

His vehicle mode, armed with the Laser Launcher, joined the ground assault whilst his jet mode, with the Electron Breacher mounted underneath, followed closely behind the Seekers.

 

[Twist]

As everyone else around him cheered, Deluge simply clapped his hands rather unceremoniously at the great Galvatron's words. He looked at the throne that their leader sat on and knew today would be the day he would finally get the recognition he deserved. Maybe enough to take that lauded seat for himself. As his fellow Decepticons rushed about around him the sinister scientist strolled through them before standing before an armoury all of his own and littered with sinister weapons devised by his own genius and waited for the masses to come running to him.

Minutes passed without even a single look in his direction, with the jilted genius even noticing his comrades leaving a massive gap around him like he was surround by a mammoth moat as they armed themselves.

"Bah! Ingrates and fools the lot of you!!!"

Transforming into his vehicle mode, the devious dragster raced away, "I'll show you all!" he proclaimed, leaving a slick of water behind him as payback for their insolence.

Deluge looked back in his side mirrors and could see already a few unlucky Decepticons slipping about and smiled.​

 

[Illusionna]

Of course, it's ready. With his arms idly by his sides, and his fellow Constructicons about him, Scrapper knew that their work was perfect. The math was unarguable. The prototypes were a complete success. The scale ups had all the bugs worked out of them. There was no room for failure in the Decepticon Empire, he had learned that long, long ago. That large red button that his leader now held was more than enough proof of that. Large enough to be seen by even the lowliest of the Decepticons in the back of the great formation that was to invade today, the fully ostentatious and unnecessary device was held aloft by their leader.

There was a silence a little too long as Scrapper did not answer. Scavenger thumped Scrapper's side gently, fear eminating from the excavator.

"All is ready, my lord," Scrapper said, just loudly enough for Galvatron to hear him, not for the crowds gathered. This was not for the crowds. This was not for Galvatron. This was for the glory of the Decepticons. That today, today, they would finally win.