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The Autobots however faced a far worse nightmare as Nemisis Predaking dropped slowly from the sky...

Running running, have to keep moving can"t stop to look at the nightmare unfolding behind, everyone in the Autobot ranks thought Predaking was dead and gone..or at least floating de-activated somewhere in deep space. But.. what just came down from the sky...sweet Primus save us. Unicron had changed him, was that even possible into a more destructive killer than he was before.

Not only that but all those that came before, was that really dear Sideswipe hacking his brother to pieces. How about that creature who bore an uncanny resemblence to Polar Claw, how is that even possible he"s been dead nearly 80 years now.

The Autobot known as Brawn ran for his life, for the first time in his existence he was terrified. An Autobot known all over the galaxy for his bravery, foolhardy bravery at times. Dodging back and forth through the ruins of the battlefield he dodged weaving past combatants locked in life and death struggles. Energon knives shining and humming with searing energy ripping into the throats and torsos of warriors all around, the steady thump thump thump of heavy cannon fire, screams and pleads for mercy in the face of those who simply had none to give.

The searing bite of hot plasma screached by his head as he ran, he could feel the top of his shoulder liquify instantly, the blast throwing him to the ground violently. Rolling over and over again he came to a stop, throwing his good arm out he began to rise from the ground. A sound of demented laughter made him look up, even though he knew instantly he would be looking into the face of his executioner...he had to see. The cruel visage of Thrust now stared down at him, the blast removed Brawns good arm from the shoulder as well as a portion of his upper chest, the cue-de grae came in the form of Thrusts heavy foot crushing Brawns head into a mishmash of broken metal and circutry.

Howdy, well it"s good to see people reading my stories. As that i work two jobs six days a week, have a wife and child, amongst other responsibilities i"m not able to be on here a lot.
I have been collecting Transformers since the beginning, and i am a voracious reader. Transformers are a driving passion for me as of today i own 953 of them... not counting duplicates. It"s been difficult to write about Transformers as they are almost like a holy relic to me.
I do hope you have enjoyed this smattering of story thus far, the 1 1/2 schtick was unintentional...i just had a bit i had to throw out that had hit me while i was at work. There will be more....soon.
again, thanks guys for reading.
James Micheal Irvine/Gray

well the idea is that the transformers have this long drawn out battle that they have fallen into. the battle has of course been a kind of hit and run thing for years, i thought it a good idea to bring it down to a battle that they were now immersed in a long drawn out trench war. two sides just kinda lobbing shells at each other, each stuck on their own respective sides of the fence. theres nowhere to run to anymore this is it whoever outlasts the other is the winner. both sides have lost major numbers in their ground war and in their battles across the universe.
this is where we come in at, in the desperate hours of battle staring at each other forever across the long divide. suddenly there on the horizon is unicron, and out of unicron a thousand of his army pour out...this is the way the world ends. now what i"m planning on doing as of right now is expanding the present stories so that they may breath a little easier. i know the end for cybertron comes in them losing the war and enmasse fleeing from cybertron. some dive deep within the forgotten bowls of cybertron, some leave in shuttles, and others use a warp gate to earth.
unicrons hoard begin gathering up the wounded and dead and take them back to unicron where they are repaired and reformated. in this line they are sent out to hunt down and capture or kill the refugee children of primus. this is where we see the earth bound refugee transformers take their beast modes...the organic masks their signature of what they are, effectivly hiding them almost in plain sight of unicronian hunters.although there will still be some difficulties with both sides getting along perfectly all know that unicron is a much larger threat and that all hostilities must ceases until the threat of unicron can be dealt with. of course the stories progress from there refugees among the stars running from friends and enemies who have in effect become more, much more than they were.
meanwhile unicron has plans for cybertron, so they start reformatting and repairing the planet, who is in reality primus but in a catatonic state...plus of course his original spark is greatly diminished because now of course thats what the sparks of transformers are, bits and pieces of his own spark. and the matrix is a good sized hunk of his spark and his mind. once everything is in place unicron will final "creation" brother primus.