Transformers: Stories of Steel

Summary
Hub page for this Transformers series.

Road to the Matrix:
Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Slave of the System:
Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Core War:
Core War

Road to the Matrix
"Let me get this straight," said Zeta. From his half-lidded optics, and bored monotone, one could've hardly guessed he was angry.

"Your security was so lapse that a single, unarmed, cargo ship was able to simply fly out of the hangar, and into the wastes?"

The air-controller gulped, optics wide like wheel-rims. "H-he said it was on a Prime's order, s-sir. I naturally assumed he meant y-you."

Zeta gently placed a servo over his faceplates and sighed softly.

"Never assume lieutenant. Only fools make decisions based on a whim. You would do well to follow the example of Agent Prowl," the thin, grey mech raised a hand in the direction of the stoic, white bot standing in the corner of the room. Prowl's optics did not move, but stayed connected with the lieutenant's.

The air-controller's attention snapped back to Zeta, as the Prime rose to his feet.

"Agent Prowl makes decisions based on cold, hard, facts. Take, for instance, the failure of a subordinate," stated the grey Prime, turning away from the desk and the two mechs in order to look out the window.

"Logic asks that said subordinate be reprimanded for their failure. However..."

The lieutenant vented a sigh of relief, and silently thanked Primus that Zeta was going to give him a second chance.

"If the subordinate's mistake is of sufficient magnitude," continued the Prime, "or if the mistake proves the subordinate is unfit for his or her intended purpose, the only logical consequence is..."

A loud clack sounded from Prowl's corner of the room. The lieutenant turned to see a triple-barreled fission-shotgun aimed at his face.

"Termination," finished Zeta, followed shortly after by the heavy discharge of a blaster, and then the thud of a body dropping to the floor.

Slave to the System:
"Megsy... I think you're gonna wanna see this," murmured Impactor, looking at the overseer's data pad.

"What, what is it? And please, don't call me, 'Megsy'," chided Megatronus, taking one last look out the window to make sure no one was coming, before walking over and prying the small, glowing page from Impactor's hand.

"These... these are new orders... 'material input for this mine is too high'? Recommended action... immediate termination of... excess. workforce."

The data pad shattered to splinters in Megatronus' grip.

"They killed him. Killed all. Of. Them."

Megatronus shut his optics as a tiny drop of coolant ran down his faceplates.

"Terminus... I'm sorry..."

"So what now?" asked Impactor, "It's not exactly like we can just march up to the surface and tell everyone about this."

Megatronus turned to face his friend.

"Thats exactly what we're going to do."

The anger in Megatronus' face only grew as an engine sounded outside. The dark grey bot pushed his way past the purple one, before busting the door down with a single punch.

"Megatronus!" shouted Impactor, before gritting his metal teeth.

"He's gonna get us killed," thought the mech, before deploying his drill hand, and heading out to join his friend.