Chapter 1
Fissure
In a darkened control room, on a fantastical yet sinister ship, a mechanical figure hovered; strange propellers protruding from what resembled for shoulders before an activated monitor, while a purple Mechanized being greets him on the screen
“You have returned...are they slain or captured?” His intimidating Red eyes leered at his subordinate.
“They...escaped, we had them in our grasp when some larger organic showed itself and disappeared with them, like...he alerted none of my sensors. It was almost as if he wasn't there.”
“Fool, even Tankor's competence outshines yours. If it wasn’t for his computer Virus, they would have slipped away with a fighter craft indistinguishable from all these Eldar creatures vehicles”
“ So? Scorponok’s technical skill breaks through his moronic shell programming occasionally. No matter how well oiled a soldier you have, all you got at your disposal is an absolute dullard...Autobot.”
“He is a dullard that can bring me results, compared to a has been whose only claim to fame has been playing nursemaid for a Psychopath. I need soldiers who can adapt and innovate, not servile flatterers waxing loyalties to dead Emperors and Gods!”
“Be careful of who you speak to, Obsidian, Cyclonus is loyal to those with power and whoever he deems worthy. As much as it disgusts me, we aren’t too different in that regard, from I’ve been told .”
“You confuse me with the incarnation of myself from your world, in my world loyalty is a fool's creed. I witnessed the power the Megatron in my universe embodied and took it. Rather than serving whoever rules Cybertron blindly, I decided I would embody it. I am power! That is why Unicron selected me of all of my infinite variants, and why you still follow my commands despite your whining. Now find and bring me their heads!”
Angrily Obsidian ended the transmission and the screen was filled with the twisted hunts the Dark Eldar partake in on this strange focal point for dimensional castaways. If his allies were too incompetent to track them, he would need to bait them with the suffering of their fellow organic sentients.
I was transported to another world! But then I was taken to the Slave Chambers and tortured for soul food for Alien Elves!
There was nothing but darkness after John was suddenly hit by that Truck while he was on his way to cash his rent money so he could personally meet his favorite e-girl, at first he wondered if he was dead but he opened his eyes to see a horrific sight. He awoke in some kind of futuristic earth-like city...but it was decorated with Dark Monuments to strange Elven beings and the still living bodies of the tortured stitched together onto walls of buildings and terrain like a sick tapestry.
John fled deeper into the ruins of an old domicile and tried to think his situation over to himself. Searching for a good place to hide John heard a room with water running. “Could it be someone living here?” He hoped whatever built the monuments was not here now.
It appeared to be in a bathroom, hopelessly without regard to decency or possibly too afraid to consider he could be walking in on someone, John entered the room and came across a woman whose back was turned completely naked towards him in a running bathtub. Tripping on some of the water overflowing the tub John fell headfirst into the woman's chest.
“I...um I’m sorry ma’am. I thought there wasn’t anyone here...you know this place doesn’t seem very safe what are you doing out here alone?” John tried to converse with the woman but he was returned with nothing but deathly silence. Her skin was so deathly pale; it must be some kind of skin condition.
“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, it's just this place looks like it's been invaded by aliens or something and…” John suddenly noticed there were no legs attached to the woman and her body was suspended in the air like it was floating.
“Gh...ghost!”
“Oh Mon-Keigh how thoughtful of you, but I fear you are far too late, the aliens you speak of have been here for quite some time, Ahahahahaah!!!” A not so female voice spoke for the seemingly dead spectre.
John got up and turned around to flee but only to find himself caught in some kind of net composed of spikes. Pain radiated off of his entire body the more he struggled and screamed.
The poor souls' agony could be heard nearby by a peculiar group of individuals in a ruined cityscape, each being housed was more unusual than the next.
One was a man in a ruined uniform and a Commissar’s cap, he seemed exhausted beyond words and across from him stood a massive figure clad in golden Armor and a smaller but still imposing dark muscled man bearing army garb and a mechanical hand. Nearby individuals included a varied degree of convicts and murderers conscripted to fight or die for their antisocial acts, Grim Warriors in gas masks, a lost scientist, a young man who thought his life was a video game or an anime, a strange woman with fox ears, two individuals in pilots uniforms and a Space marine cladded in black armor and strange bone spurs around his body.
The individual that had gathered this strange compilation of individuals was long absent, he gave no notion of his motive or reason for being a benefactor, and the only proof of his existence were the massive underlings he left behind. Black clad Space Marines in seemingly older armors then the one in the company of Hazantcore there was an air of mystery to them not unlike their master, the ghostlike Cipher.
Gazing through an obscured telescope, the Commissar, Goswalt observed the atrocity unfolding outside and could see the figures of the groups pursuers...the infernal Generals of some new unspeakable God named Unicron and two Abominable intelligences. At least that was what those newcomers who escaped from the Xeno’s arenas and the otherworlder pilots told him.
Now he was stuck here, he was not utterly sure what became of those primitive Knight pilots with elaborate colors that accompanied them...he earnestly hoped they were safe but that was a distant hope in this hellscape. He knew legends and rumors of the Xeno’s twisted city in their infernal realm, he feared this place resembled it. The worst part of this situation was
Hazantcore merely stood in silence, knowing he needed to purge the Dark Eldar from this region, lest they attract the even greater foe of Chaos to an unprepared and significantly more disjointed planet. He couldn’t be sure all of his allies were alive after the separation in the crash but he would, at the very least, try to avenge them.
Near the crash site within the colony
Devcon ached, he almost went into stasis lock but took as many of the Humans he could before the others vanished. He and CatSCAN managed to bust their way into an abandoned building filled with derelict Mechs. He smelled opportunity if that Liam character the Humans had with them came by, the machine he brought with him was of a similar frame but his was wrecked beyond recognition.
Sumire looked at the broken Machines in the abandoned factory and felt hopeless, they were all lost in some kind of futuristic hellzone not unlike Tokyo when the Demons occupied it. These creatures, the Dark Eldar truly were as horrific as described by Hazantcore. It made it more galling how powerless she felt in the face of it all. They had come to save Amamiya from her captors but the state of this infernal city made her heart sink. Could she still even be alive?
“You shouldn’t sweat it so much, even with your current load out you couldn’t even dent those Vehicons paint job. I know that guy commanding that attack, Cyclonus was one of Galvatron and Cryotek’s lieutenants.” Devcon didn’t even need to use his sensors to figure out the older female in the group was distressed at the mission's outcome. He had seen too many bots, the privileged few he called friends in the past tear, themselves apart over past mistakes before.
“How did he know we were on the ship?”
“It wasn’t him, somehow, someone managed to enter a backdoor in whatever passes for a computer in those Organics ship, found us through deduction and shut the ship down. He’s not that skilled with computer viruses, he's always been a thug for the latest Decepticon honcho.”
“How do you know each other?”
“Long story short we’re two races Autobot and Decepticon, we had a war we made a grudging peace and a guy named after their old leader threatened that by attacking everyone. We were forced to work together but Cyclonus betrayed us and killed several of our friends in the process to stop him.” Devcon still remembered Rodimus’s sacrifice to stop him and Cryotek, that petrol bunny eared freak had a lot of deaths to answer for.
. His sensors suddenly detected several intruders.
“I see you are holding down the fort, Devcon.” A familiar voice said
“Who’s there?”
A humanoid Transformer with the features of a Techno organic Manta Ray stode before him.
“Depth Charge? What in Primus’s slaggin’ name brought you here?”
“He did.”
The visage of Optimus Primal revealed himself to the building's occupants. Devcon's first thought was that the Maximal captain’s armor once again looked like that ungainly smattering of Neon highlights on top of a dark brown body. Even when he first saw him revived he felt there was no way any Simian lifeform could conducively survive in the wild with a coat of fur with a blatant disregard to darwinian theory, but then again if he somehow manage to find a way back into existence after fragging that wannabe Megatron once and for all and survive Unicron’s innards as they ripped itself apart, then perhaps Primus does indeed work in strange ways when it comes to raising the dead.
Indeed, the fact he could be standing that nonchalantly in front of him was a question that needed a more immediate address.
“Optimus...How did you survive Unicron going up? Last I knew you got slagged with the rest of them in his cauldron straight out of The Pit..”
“Well do you want the long story or the short one” Primal said with a slightly inquisitive look towards the Smuggler, “Seeing as how much of a hurry you are in I can only assume you want the explanation as short as possible”
“Nah Primal, just take your time. No doubt you have quite the long winded speech to tell them.” Depth Charge’s Snide comment caused the eyes of all present to glare at him. Sensing that perhaps this wasn’t the time for comments, he uncharacteristically-and smartly-wised up, only giving Primal an uneasy nod in agreement that it was best for him to shut his exhaust pipe.
“As I was saying…”
