METATISIC: PART ONE
TITLE: Metatisic., Metatisic: Saga One
TYPE: Transformers G1 fiction
AUTHOR: Megan Seekings & A. Chandler
FIRST RELEASE: 1985, 1986, & 1987.
Revised edition 5/8/03, 2004-2008
SUMMERY: Unable to obtain it from their native planet of Cybertron, Decepticon leader, Galvatron resorts to excavating an asteroid particle that has tested positive for Cybertonium, dispatching a crew to retrieve it. But as the surface layers are removed, trace outline of an ancient staircase unintentionally leads the party on a sudden and very unexpected journey deep into Cybertronian history prior to the first Great War some 14 million years ago!
It is the year 2009...
"Cyclonus." Galvatron had pulled his second aside once he was certain the other Decepticons had departed. "Go with them" he ordered. "And take Scourge with you."
"Something wrong, mighty one?"
"No." Galvatron directed his answer to the entry way just ahead. His right eye collapsed into a thin slit. "While I trust the Constructicons ability to find the Cybertonium we need, I don't trust Swindle nor Ramjet's ability to deliver it safely back to Chaar."
"See to it that they do not fail me."
"Of course, Mighty Galvatron. As you wish."
"Oh... And Cyclonus?"
"That statement includes you!"
The Decepticon leader's brow arched as though it were momentarily endowed with the power of his command and what he expected of him. His glare washed over the blue jet from foot to face before he returned back to his seat. The cassetticon Rumble stood there with the energon that Galvatron had requested a cycle ago ever since Soundwave had come to report the finding.
Cyclonus stood erect. Placing his fist firmly to his left shoulder, he insisted that Galvatron had nothing at all to be concerned with. Turning to leave, Rumble followed him out.
"You know, Cyclonus," Rumble walked beside him. "I can understand Galvatron's concerns. We need the Cybertonium. Ever since we lost Cybertron to reside on this shell-excuse of a planet ...heh, you weren't there the last time our system intact depleted. It was awful."
Rumble laughed at the immediate flashing memory in his head as they approached the sector-vane, the headquarter's main transportation grid.
"Haha, I couldn't stop punching Megatron. And Starscream was all "
"Surface level. Order 828." Cyclonus cut him off briefly as they stepped aboard the elevator pod.
"I remember a lot more than you think I do, Rumble" he resumed. "I understand how vital it is for us to retrieve the nutrient now and deliver it safely back to Chaar." He spotted one of the Sweeps. Good. That saved him the time of trying to locate Scourge.
"Yeah, well happy huntings. At least I don't have to b "
"Rumble," Soundwave's voice broadcast through his intercom. "Report to C-5. Operation ... Follow us to the asteroid. Desire ... To activate piledrivers to aid in search of Cybertonium deposits."
"You were saying, Rumble?"
The cassette just snorted.
A asteroid particle, apparently from Cybertron. That's what Soundwave had reported. A asteroid particle that tested positive with traces of Cybertonuim. Since there was no going to Cybertron to ask the Autobots for the valuable mineral they had been reduced to finding such alternate means. But this hardly looked like a particle. Cyclonus slowed as they approached ultimately cutting off his engines entirely and just transforming from jet to his robot self.
"Very big for an asteroid if you want my opinion." Scourge coasted beside him.
"My sentiments exactly." Cyclonus agreed. It was huge and it only seemed to grow larger still the closer they neared its surface. He could pick out details now --a span of unorganized jutting ruts and fang like spears of both rock and metal that interchanged with moments of flat horizons. Ragged and frayed, it was scattered altogether on one gusting streak of blackness. A smell, like burnt tar, was overpowering.
"Ug!" Rumble wrinkled his nose. "What is that smell?!"
"Source ... ancient sulfur fumes" Soundwave informed. "The residue of war."
"What he means is the same reason Cybertonium deposits were discovered here. The asteroid was obviously once a piece of Cybertron." Cyclonus saw Ratbat approaching them. Soundwave pushed his eject button allowing him to transform. "No doubt it was subject to intense fighting many eons ago" Cyclonus added. "It must have dislodged from the planet as a result."
"Attention, Cyclonus. Ratbat informs that the Constructicons are already here. They have already begun the process of locating and extracting the Cybertonium."
"Very well ...Land, Decepticons!"
"Move this! Move that!" Long Haul mumbled his list of usual complaints. "Haul this and haul that!" His tone rose a octave. "I'm a haul'in. I'm a haul'in! Look! Happy now?"
Breakdown rolled his optics at him and dropped the next load of debris in, hard, and on purpose. It made Swindle laugh.
"Eh! Throw a damn wrench in it, Long Haul." He spied Cyclonus and Scourge just then. "Un-oh. Head up, soldiers. Looks as though Galvatron's aft end brigade has decided to come at long last."
"Shut up, Swindle! You want him to hear us?!"
"Feh." Swindle spat and blew a raspberry at the same time. "Eh, he's jack'in him up the tailpipe and you know it!" He snorting with a snicker.
"Yeah What? Think I care? Galvatron gave us this job to do. The least he could do is trust us to finish it without Cyclonus sticking his "
"Without Cyclonus sticking what exactly, Swindle?" A pair of crimson optics darkened at him. Long Haul sped off to avert getting involved as Breakdown merely returned to digging as though he never was party to it at all. Scowling once, Swindle's eyes flicked towards the Stunticon only to return back to Cyclonus and his nose now full of his drawn pistol.
"Funny. A moment ago I was sure you said that you didn't care weather or not I heard you."
"Yyou mumisunderstood, Cyclonus" Swindle humored weakly. He opened his mouth to explain, but the lieutenant only thrust the blaster into his cheek.
"Did I? Your work habits, Swindle, are sloppy at best" Cyclonus snapped. "Your little episode on Paterra last month left Chaar's power supply to nothing more than rations for 2 weeks solid due to your repetitive, and might I add, rather popular spree of bumblings. I stick my nose in to see it's not repeated."
He pressed the weapon again, harder this time, nearly knocking the Combaticon off his feet. Cyclonus' face twisted with revolt just as Long Haul backed up for another load.
"What was that about?" Scourge leaned towards him as Cyclonus pocketed his weapon.
"A correction of disobedience, Scourge. Nothing more."
"Yeah" the sweep looked around. "So whatcha think about this place? I don't like it. It looks so, I dunno ...Dead."
The color of dead Transformers The memory invaded Cyclonus. He had seen them once in the catacombs and now he fought to exorcize the recollection quickly. He really wished that Scourge hadn't brought up the remark to remind him. The second-in-command had only just begun to finally adjust his vision to accompany the landscapes' endless host of pewter fragmented light and even darker shadows. A collected harvest of gray.
Blinking at the gloom, the scent of the sulfur seemed to fade, but the fleeting memory of the crypt filled his nostrils with the memorial stench of metallic rot and corrosion. In the fragile lighting, the asteroid's darkest hews teased his senses tracing out figures of pale blue light; insubstantial as moonbeams, and less than puffs of smoke. Images that haunted fast, but just as quickly dispelled.
Cyclonus didn't realize he was staring until Scourge grasped his shoulder. "Cyclonus?"
"Huh? Umm-err ...Well we don't intend to stay, Scourge. Mixmaster! Have you located the Cybertonium?!"
"Working-working-working on it as we speak, Cyclonus. Our trackers indicate that the Cybertonium Ratbat detected are well within reach."
"Very well. Continue."
"Rumble!" Hook transformed to his robot form, "We'll move faster if you help us to shake things up a bit."
"No way!" Dead End chortled. "I've got a better idea. Let's form Menasor and level this rock face. Constructicons take all day with their pussy-foot perfection."
Long Haul backed into him. "I demand that you take that back!"
"Silence!" Cyclonus injected. "You'll do nothing of the sort, Dead End. We must operate with caution otherwise the Cybertonium might be damaged."
"Er?" Mixmaster stopped them suddenly. "What is this here?" The Constructicon transformed suddenly bending to one knee and curiously brushing his hand across the tilled surface.
"Hey ...you guys! Looky this here!"
"The Cybertonium?" Scrapper drove towards him. Two other Stunticons gathered around.
"No" Mixmaster brushed his hand faster. "Not Cybertronium. It-it's ...it looks like some sort of step."
"A what uh?" Swindle couldn't believe it, but even as he looked on, Mixmaster had switched his pace to pulling the debris free from the new discovery in both gobs and huge handfuls. At first only about a foot of it could be made out. It could have been just about anything. But then there was two ...three ...then another foot more. A metallic step! Its silver had long since turned to a dull color of smoke, much like the rest of its neighboring environment. Streaks of black marbled through it.
"Well I'll be damned" Swindle pulled a large chunk of the surface crust away. "It IS a stair. Motormaster, Scrapper, Ramjet ...help us!"
"It looks like bryrite." Long Haul's amazement triggered Scourge's right brow to lift. "Bryrite?" He asked.
"It's an ancient metal alloy" Long Haul replied. "Found only on Cybertron. Yeah. No great surprise, huh? Only this alloy has been extinct now for at least 7 million years" he added. "The first two Great Wars wiped out the supply to nothing."
For whatever reason, Cyclonus didn't appear even remotely as thrilled as the others. Standing aside he had perched his hands upon his hips watching from the same exact spot Scourge had left him in.
"Cyclonus" Scourge joined him. "Mixmaster found a staircase of some sort made of--"
"Of bryrite. Yes, I am able to hear Scourge."
The sweep leader looked puzzled. He was about ready to speak. Apparently Cyclonus knew why and moved towards the find.
"I don't know why the discovery should amaze you so. You were all aware that the asteroid was once a part of Cybertron" he shrugged. "Should it be to incredibly odd to presume that the remains of that knowledge would still be here in traces and particles?"
"Traces and particles, yes." There was a brand-new sound in Mixmaster's vocals just then. Full of alert, disbelief, and gravity. "But not THIS, Cyclonus."