From sferree@cwis.unomaha.edu Mon Jul 18 16:54:12 EDT 1994 Article: 6846 of alt.toys.transformers Newsgroups: alt.toys.transformers Path: solaris.cc.vt.edu!news.duke.edu!godot.cc.duq.edu!ddsw1!news.kei.c om!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!news.unomaha.edu!cwis.unomaha.edu!sferree From: sferree@cwis.unomaha.edu (SUZANNE M FERREE) Subject: (FANFIC) Twins and Tales pt1 Message-ID: <1994Jul16.134921.18370@news.unomaha.edu> Sender: news@news.unomaha.edu (UNO Network News Server) Organization: University of Nebraska at Omaha Date: Sat, 16 Jul 1994 13:49:21 GMT Lines: 127 Xref: solaris.cc.vt.edu alt.toys.transformers:6846 Status: OR Twins and Tales by Suzanne Ferree (Disclaimer is in the intro) (Ratbat arrives undetected at Cybertron and spies on a room where Kup sits in a circle with the Dinobots.) (Later on Charr...) Soundwave: Ratbat is gone. Galvatron: What! Call him back, immediately! Soundwave: Yes Galvatron. (Soon, Galvatron and Soundwave see Ratbat overhead.) Soundwave: I'll call him. Galvatron: No, we'll follow him and punish the traitors. (Ratbat lands near a gathering of the Predicons and Terrorcons.) Tantrum: (grunt) How we play him? Galvatron: (smiling) here, let me help you. Soundwave, expose these traitors. Soundwave: Ratbat, return. Play... Dinobots: Us want story! Us want story! Kup: Alright, alright. Calm down and I'll tell you a great one. Grimlock: Me Grimlock happy. Slag: Slag say shush. Arcee (over the intercom): Warning! All Autobots be on alert. An unidentified spacecraft has just been spotted... Stop... Galvatron: Enough! Any last words before I destroy you all? Divebomb: Story. Wanted story. Predicons & Terrorcons: Story! Story! Story! Galvatron: (pleasant) Story? Why, I'll tell you a real-life story. It's about a bunch of primitives who have gotten on my nerve and are about to be destroyed! Razorclaw: (roar) Predicons form Prediking. Hun-gurrr: Terrorcons form Abominus. Galvatron: Cowards! Two can play this game. Stunticons, merge to become Menasor. Combaticons, unite to form Bruticus. Constructicons, guard the parameter. Make sure no one escapes. Attack! (A fight ensues. Bruticus battles Abominus in a dead tie. Menasor, however, is no match for Prediking. Prediking pushes Menasor down so hard that the Stunticons fall apart. Astrotrain and Blitzwing rush to the aid of the scattered Stunticons.) Galvatron: Stunticons, remerge and attack again! Constructicons form Devastator and help Menasor. (Cyclonus interrupts.) Cyclonus: Mighty Galvatron, we have an emergency! Galvatron: Aghh! Yes, can't you see we're losing? Cyclonus: Galvatron, a space craft approaches. Galvatron: Autobot? Cyclonus: No... Galvatron: Then, ignore it. (Suddenly, a compartment opens. Rocks start vacuuming into the ship.) Galvatron: Criminals! They dare to ruin MY planet! Decepticons, attack! Cyclonus: No wait! (The vacuuming stops and the ship tosses the rocks behind its stern.) : They don't want rocks; they want us! (Trypticon is in dino-mode.) Galvatron: Decepticons, enter Trypticon. (All of the Decepticons arrive safely except for the ones from the battlefield. One of them doesn't want to be safe, however. Octane pokes his head out of Trypticon's half-open hatch while talking to someone from a long distance...) Octane (talking into communicator): Galvatron is gone. Some ship snatched him and several other Decepticons. I think it was the Quints. Edge, a 'con from the scientist base (from the communicator): You goof! You're a pitiful substitute for Starscream. At least he would have gotten caught too so we could track Galvatron. Octane: I...was going to do that. I just wanted to tell you guys first and make sure that your tracker was still working. It still is, right? Edge: Pitiful excuse! Of course, it's still working! I got the bugs out a while ago. Now get out there! (Octane climbs out and is captured.) -- Suzanne Ferree (sferree@cwis.unomaha.edu) Preferable E-mail: ev322@cleveland.Freenet.Edu