Before I started the current Regenerated, it created this comic of the same name.
Date: 7/24/2013
VALOR'S FLAME
KUP: (narration) I remember the Great War's end well. Too well, perhaps. Cybertron was dying, and so our leader, Optimus Prime, commissioned an Ark to take us offworld. But Megatron was in pursuit. Aboard his warship, he chased the Ark into the space bridge. They went through it... and never returned. When the bridge closed, the residual energy let out a wave of Energon that brought Cybertron back to life.
HOT ROD: And then...?
KUP: Aw, c'mon, kid. You know what happens next; the Decepticons go into exile, we start repairing Cybertron, yadda yadda.
SKRAM: And we get to listen to Old Man Kup's bedtime stories. Such fun...
KUP: Hey, respect your elders, Skram! If you had as many near-death experiences as me... you'd want to pass your knowledge along.
QUICKSLINGER: Yeah, so future generations will know about Skram's several idiotic rushes into danger.
ALL: *Laughter*
SKRAM: Very funny, Quickslinger...
BLASTER: Sarge, you should come see this! I've intercepted a transmission from a planet in this system.
MESSAGE: Help, this is *kzz* of Beta Team. We requi- *kzz* assistance! Send help befor-*zzzzk*cons get-*z*
BLASTER: That's all I got from it...
HOT ROD: You know what this means, right? Let's burn rubber!
(Chaar system)
HOT ROD: (narration) This is why I signed up for the Academy; to have adventures and see action. I was made for this...
KUP: All right, guys... we're gonna go down to Chaar and investigate the signal. If we do find any Decepticons... we will not take action.
HOT ROD, SKRAM, & QUICKSLINGER: Awww!
KUP: C'mon, you're more mature than that. Look, I know you've been looking forward to a mission like this, but you don't have the skills yet to take on a 'Con. Just let your old man Kup handle things.
HOT ROD: (narration) Darn.
KUP: All right, Blaster. Bring us down.
(Soon...)
KUP: Well, this sure is a pretty planet...
BLASTER: It's dangerous to go alone. Take this. (Holds up Steeljaw)
KUP: Uhh...
BLASTER: His name's Steeljaw. He's a Cybercat with super keen senses.
KUP: Uh, great. Thanks... I guess.
QUICKSLINGER: OMG! He's so cuute! (Beat) Sorry, that was out of character.
KUP: All right, Steeljaw. Let's see what you can find-- (ZOOM!) Faster than Blurr after drinking ten tons of Energulp. Let's roll, guys.
HOT ROD: (thoughts) No way am I letting an animal be faster than me!
DECEPTICON: They're on their way, general.
STRIKA: Excellent. Set up the trap.
(Later...)
HOT ROD: (thoughts) Ugh, is this guy leading us anywhere? (CHOOM!) Whoa! Decepticons!
KUP: Fall back!
SKRAM: I'm not running away from these guys!
KUP: Skram, no!
SKRAM: (gets his arm shot off) AGGH!
KUP: You're just too stupid for your own good. Where's Hot Rod?
QUICKSLINGER: No idea. He and Steeljaw vanished.
KUP: We'll have to find them later. Quick, into this cave.
(Elsewhere...)
HOT ROD: Ugh... where are we?
DEALER: Howdy.
HOT ROD: Gaah!
STEELJAW: Fft!
DEALER: Heh, sorry about that. I have a habit of startling others. Name's Dealer.
HOT ROD: Uh, Hot Rod. How did you end up here?
DEALER: Long story. My team and I were sent here to investigate a mine of energon that could help rebuild Cybertron. However, we soon realized that it was a trap. The Decepticons ambushed us and we were no match for them. I was able to escape, but just barely. Everyone else on my team was killed. Eventually, I was able to make a makeshift radio from what was left of our ship. And it seems like it worked... kind of.
HOT ROD: Yeah, my team didn't really fare any better.
DEALER: Are they dead too?
HOT ROD: I don't know. We got separated. One can only hope they're all right...
VEHICON: They've gone into a cave, General. Right where you want them.
STRIKA: Are they all there?
VEHICON: Well, uh, I think one of them got away.
STRIKA: Then find him... and bring me his spark!
VEHICON: Y-yes, ma'am! All jets, go! Find the Autobot!
STRIKA: Cyclonus, go with them. I don't trust those Vehicons to do a good job.
CYCLONUS: Yes, General.
(Meanwhile...)
HOT ROD: Here, give me that. I've got an idea. It might be risky, but it's the only chance we've got. Hello, Blaster? Blaster, this is Hot Rod. I've got separated from Kup and the others, and I'm surrounded by Decepticons. Can you pilot the Trion and blast them away?
BLASTER: Sure thing, pal. Just one thing... I don't know how to fly.
HOT ROD: Just do what you can, okay? Hot Rod out. Well, we're still alive. Guess the 'Cons didn't pick up the signal--
(THOOM!)
CYCLONUS: All too easy.
HOT ROD: Get back! I'll handle them!
DEALER: Are you crazy?! You can't take them on by yourself!
HOT ROD: I will if I have to.
(The Trion...)
BLASTER: Dear Primus, how does Skram handle it? So.. many... things!
(Chaar...)
HOT ROD: (narration) Yeah, it's obvious that I'm going to die. But hey, might as well go down in a blaze of glory. Yeah, that'll buy me a few more seconds.
HOT ROD: Yeoww!
DEALER: Hot Rod! Your arm!
HOT ROD: I'm fine, Dealer! (Cyclonus cuts off his hand) Wha-
CYCLONUS: I wouldn't say you are. Execute the other one.
VEHICON: Heh-heh... Nighty-night, Autobot...
(VMMMM)
CYCLONUS: What the...?
(CHOOM! The Trion blasts an opening in the cave)
BLASTER: Least I didn't crash it.
HOT ROD: Blaster! Come on, let's go!
CYCLONUS: Don't let them escape! (He presses a button on his arm)
(Blaster lowers a cable)
BLASTER: Grab on! Hurry!
(THWOOM! The Trion blasts away)
CYCLONUS: That'll do. Break off.
VEHICON: Yes, sir.
HOT ROD: Quick! We need to find Kup, Quickslinger, and Skram!
BLASTER: Right!
KUP: Eh? (Back on board) Well, I'll be, kid. I never thought I'd see your faceplate again-- What's up with your arms?
HOT ROD: Don't ask. Just fix.
(Down below)
VEHICON: They're getting away!
STRIKA: Oh no, officer... they're right where we want them.
(Styx, Charon system...)
(Beep)
GUTCRUNCHER: Phone call, Banzai-Tron...
BANZAI-TRON: I take it your mission was successful?
DEALER: Yes, sir. I've gained the trust of the Autobot Hot Rod as well as most of the Trion's crew.
BANZAI-TRON: Most?
DEALER: The Trion's commander, Kup, seems wary of me.
BANZAI-TRON: Ah, every veteran of the war should. Do you know of their next mission?
DEALER: Not yet, sir. However, I believe I heard the communications officer send a message to Ki-Aleta.
BANZAI-TRON: Ah, excellent. You truly do live up to your name... Doubledealer.
The end?
CHARACTERS
Autobots: Blaster, Dealer/Doubledealer, Hot Rod, Jazz (flashbacks), Kup, Quickslinger, Skram, Steeljaw
Decepticons: Banzai-Tron, Cyclonus, Gutcruncher, Strika, Vehicons
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