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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!


Tracing the exposed stair to where the first of several mountain ranges began to rise, Mixmaster tugged a boulder free shifting the delicate plates and upsetting its camouflage to reveal it was a lot more than mere mountain. Rock and metal popping, fishers slashed upwards and across the mount --the harbinger of what was to come!

"Everybody get baaaaack!" Rumble warned immediately stepping backwards. He pulled Mixmaster with him until his instincts propelled him up into the air just as the mountain face finally slipped. Down it went, swapping devastation and shockwave as its foundation collapsed on one side, then the other. A darkened mess of soot, ash, and stone poured down its sagging incline and spilled across the ground in authoritative vibrations.

Cyclonus attempted to run.


He couldn't see, much less hear anything. Rumble's command was lost in the loud thunder and everyone else had disappeared into a heavy eruption of dusty smoke plumes. Stones pelted his back as the quake forced him off his feet.

"Ahh, Scourge! ...Ramjet!"

Cyclonus rolled over onto his stomach and staggered to his feet. His legs were already trying to make a break for it before he was balanced and as a result he fell flat once again.

"Eh ...S-Soundwave?!"

Pebbles dinged off him like hail. He scrambled to get to his knees only falling sideways. There was no answer. Just the groaning concussions of the 'mountain' as it shivered into fragments. Someone was pinning him. No... some 'thing' was. A bigger portion of the mountain was pressed against his right leg and for a idle moment, Cyclonus didn't have the strength to move it. His throat burned, but worse yet was a sharp needling pain that seemed to be corkscrewing straight through his optics when he tried to open them. When the pain went, it didn't simply dwindle, it just disappeared. There one moment and gone the next. It surfaced again without warning jerking a startled cry from him.

"Cy ...*hack–cough* ...clonus?"

Oh, thank Primus! Scourge! Cyclonus couldn't see him; couldn't dare answer him either. Dust seemed to be spray painted across his eyes and throat several coats thick. No matter how bad he winked, everything appeared as though it were thrust under deep water.


"Unn-hhuu!" The Saboteur thrashed his head from side to side groping at his neck. His mouth hinged open and snapped close the next; twisting, nothing drawing in and nothing but dry puffs coming out.

"I gotcha, Cyc. Hold on–rrr!" The sweep's vow churned with a grunt as he lifted the rubble trapping his commander and, like the throb in Cyclonus' lenses just moments before, this too passed. His chest heaved.

"Alright? Cyclonus?"

Cyclonus' lids sprang wide open, but closed again just as tight. "Err..." Wincing he pried them open once more. His vision was clearing and it was only then that he realized that what he thought was Scourge wasn't the sweep leader at all. It was Motormaster. Cyclonus watched him slide the heavy beam in his arms to one side where he dropped it with a thud on the groud.

" GO!" The Stunticon smiled to himself. "Okay there, Cyclonus?"

He tugged him to his feet.

Scourge was there, just further ahead of them standing side by side with Ramjet, Rumble, and Swindle. Powdery semblance hovered around them fanning out.

"I –must have jolted my equilibrium chips when the mountain caved" Cyclonus finally replied. He shook his head and nearly fell into the Stunticon.

"Still, stabilizing. S-Soundwave?"

"Yes, Cyclonus?"

"Damage report?"

"None to report. All Decepticons accounted for and functional."

"Yeah, hahaha" Rumble snickered. "And for once I can say THAT was not my fault."

"Mixmaster!" Scrapper clocked his fellow Constructicon. "Are your brain cogs loose?! You nearly killed us!"

"Oh yeah, like I knew it was going to fall?! Besides, never mind that." Mixmaster pointed."Look at what we have here ...My friends it seems as though we have solved our riddle of the step."

"Well, I'll be the son of a 8-track!" Dead End looked to where the mount had once stood. "It —it's some type of building ...Er, ah something."

It was built straight into the mountain side, or so it seemed to be. There was evidence that there was much more to its facade than could be seen. Some time ago, several eternities worth, the land had been subject to violent warfare and whether by fault or by nature, the mountain had collapsed upon the building burying it and its surrounding populous in the carnage. By doing so it had done the architecture a valuable favor by sealing it away from the elements and the wrath of passing vorns.

"Well?" Swindle said, searching out Cyclonus' stare. "What do you think of this 'particle', commander?"

"Shut up, Swindle." Cyclonus never looked at him. Left and right, east and west, His gaze panned across the discovery stepping forward first, then sideways in caution toward the black maw that had once been a doorway.

The mountain's shift had unearthed more of the staircase. He climbed the first throwing his attention upwards before swinging his focus across the exterior walls and tracing one of its many craved decorations briefly with his forefinger. There was a power here. An echo. He could almost hear it in fact. It washed into him with a primitive might and glory cramming his body with its voltage. When he lowered his eyes again, Rumble was standing along side of him.

"It looks like some type of— " Rumble began, then broke off. His head snapped to the opening they stood beside; His eyes growing some.

"What?" Cyclonus followed his stare. "What is— ?" He began and Rumble put a finger first up to his lip, grasped the blue jet by the arm, pulled him into a tilt, and pointed.

"What's that over there?"

What was what? Cyclonus couldn't see anything until Long Haul joined them. "Let me take a stab at it" he said and switch on his photon beam where it landed on what resembled a large dirt heap laid across the floor about 16-17 ft inside. Perhaps it was part of the ancient buildings ceiling. Whatever it was, considering the rest of this first chamber appeared so bare, it was no wonder it caught the smaller Decepticon's attention in the night dark pitch.

Ramjet was the first to dare to investigate the mound stepping back immediately when he saw clearly that it was neither rock or ruin at all, but a body! Surprise jerked him backwards and collided him into Scourge who just shoved him back inside again.

"Coward," he spat. "Get inside! I want to see!"

"No" Cyclonus moved them both aside. "I WANT too ...Long Haul! Keep your light on and come here."

"Feh," Swindle mushed his lips and shrugged. "Dead Autobot."

"Very dead" Scrapper snickered.

"Mmm, just the way I love my bots" Hook added.

A new projection suddenly bathed the body in a violet light. Holding a button on his chest, Soundwave looked down at the remains pitifully. "Correction" he said, "Data confers that the remains is not Autobot in origin."

"Uh?" Rumble lifted a brow. "What do you mean? You know what it is, big guy?"

"Affirmative. I have long since held detailed historical files of the planet of Cybertron. The body is from a early Megatronian era of the Ta'nakian peninsula. Carbonized dating forthcoming  ... 8.73 million years ago. Probable chance it is a victim of the second wave of the first Great War."

Motormaster whistled in astoundment.

Swindle wrinkled one side of his face plate. "Wait now. A Megatronian-whaa and Tanooky-who?!"

"It is a Decepticon" Soundwave finalized sharply looking on as Cyclonus knelt to one knee before the remains reaching a hand to its torso. No sooner was his palm upon it did the hulk cave in! All of him, collapsing inward like a husk, like last year's leaves when stepped upon! Beneath the cage of frame work, which also powdered away, there was nothing. Its head, likewise, crumbled into dust; set free by the body's avalanche. The limbs were the last to go, deflating even as Galvatron's second perched looking on. In the merest moment the ancestor was a heap of metallic dust and small shards of rust. Only one leg remained.

"They don't make servos like they used to, no?" Scrapper's optics blossomed and arched at the spectacle.

"Have some respect" Scourge waved a finger. "I am moved by this ancestor. His plight is still our own. Let us be reminded O' fellow Decepticons."

"Well spoken, Scourge." Cyclonus climbed to his feet and stared at the chamber walls. Like the outside facade, they too were decorated with heavy blends of letters and pictures that were telling a bittersweet story of just how wonderful things really had been once so long ago.

Bryrite -- (Br-i-rite) A ancient Cybertronian alloy
Delepic --(Dee-lep-ick) A ancient Cybertronian langauage/manuscript spoken by the Decepticon race egos ago.
Ta'nak --(Tah-nock) A former peninsula of Cybertron where the Decepticons resided., the Empire of Ta'nak
Metatisic --(meta - (ti) - sik) Same as above., the name of a ancient Decepticon king. The root word, 'Meta' means 'above, or beyond' Such as beyond; transcending; more comprehensive: (metapsychology) At a higher state of development: (metazoan) While 'tisic' can be an alternate form of 'titan', its direct translation is 'consumptive' which means 'tending to consume; destructive'. Quite literally his name translates as, 'A god above others' 'All consuming'
NiGhT-sTaLkEr13 Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Another great chapter. I love how this is slowly reveling the past. The structure is written really well. At the same time, I get this sense of watching some kind of historical adventure film. It's great. :D
Shinjuchan Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2011  Professional Traditional Artist
Thank you. Glad you're enjoying it :)
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