Memoirs of a RAFian

[theyoungphoenix]

FINALLY!!! That darn emotion vampire is dead. I'm happy now. Although.... I'm always happy....

[Cloak]

Ah, yes, Abby, but our troubles aren't over yet. There's still that spy . . .

Anyway last chapter of the book and the day. Probably a little short.

CHAPTER TWENTY:
Caged and Spies

Cloak stopped putting energy to maintain the river, and, in one fluid movement, formed a scarlet and gold leash around the Pootang's neck.

It roared, still upset that its chew toy decided to turn into yellow powder.

"What's goin' on?" Horse said, making her way over. Then she saw the Pootang, screamed and ran away as fast as her flippers and tail would take her.

Unfortunately, the Pootang saw her and wanted a piece of her. To eat.

"Sorry, Pootang, but it's back beyond the trapdoor for you." Cloak said, as the other RAFians came into help.

***

"They killed the emotion vampire, Mistress." said a voice that was clearly electronically altered.

"Is this electronic voice pretense really necessary?" Malice said, in bored, indifferent tones.

"Yes, Mistress," said the voice, "you never know who's may be listening in."

"If you've done your job well," Malice said acidly, "then you shouldn't be suspected."

"I haven't, my Mistress."

"Very well," Malice replied haughtily from the communitor orb disguised as a crossed scythe and flail charm. One would think that the charm woul have illuminated this spy's face, but they sat far enough back that their face was still obscured by shadow.

Malice continued, "You said the emotion vampire has been slain? How did this come to be?"

"A monstrous creature called the Pootang kept caged here. It held the vampire until the sun could destroy it."

"I would think that it would be sucked dry."

"It is a curous creature," the spy said, "one without emotion."

"Without emotion, you say?" Malice said, sounding mildly surprised. "You've recorded these events?"

"Transfering as we speak," the spy said.

"Excellent, keep me briefed," Malice said.

***

Unbeknowst to Malice, Abomination heard this exchange and was very much aware that Malice seemed to be losing interest in him. But there was that nagging, pervasive voice that sounded very much like Cloak telling him that perhaps she never had interest in him.

He didn't know how much longer he could deny this. He was lying to himself. And what was worst --

He knew he was.

[Underseen]

The next book sounds like it would be along the lines of Transformers. Judging by the title and info.

[theyoungphoenix]

True... Can't wait for tomarrow, that is, of you post more. or course, you always do.

How are you so on top of things?

[redtailedsaffa]

Brilliant, as always! I like the way you've made the spy seem obvious at one point and doubtful at another Really keeps us guessing!

[Cloak]

Over 21,000 views!

How are you so on top of things?

*shrugs*

Well, you weren't a RAFian back when I couldn't post chapters after my mother excommunicated me from thay part of my family (to be blunt, I finally had the 'nads to stand up to her . . . she didn't like that).

It was at least a week without new chapters. And there were times I could only one chapter a day. So, again, don't expect five-chapters-a-day forever.

I also plan out the chapters ahead of time, that's why some books are underlined in the list and some are not.

[theyoungphoenix]

Ah, makes sense.

[Cloak]

Now, a new book. Abomination is going have something happen to him in the next book instead of Book L (i.e. Book 50).
 

BOOK XXXIV:
TRANSFORMATION CONFRONTATION
CHAPTER ONE:
Questions and Quandaries

Cloak took to an isolated part of the grounds. It was here he practiced the elements, it was here that he thought.

And the thought occupying his thoughts this day was the spy, as it had been the day before and the day before that. It wasn't so much an obsession as a prevalent concern.

Why would someone want to betray this forum? Cloak had long since thought of this forum as home, and its RAFians, family members. This was worse than a Percy Weasley-style betrayal. This was far more malicious and malignant than that.

But who? That was the real question. It could be anyone -- and more newbies are joining every day. It could be any of them. As much as Cloak did not want to admit it, it could very well be a veteran.

But . . . who would want to work for Malice? Surely all the RAFians knew of the danger she possessed. Surely they knew of her intolerance of failure and her unwillingness to acknowledge her own fault in any endeavor?

Then an idea occured to Cloak.

Maybe, just maybe, this spy isn't an intentional spy. Malice may be either coercing or duping them into helping her. Cloak wouldn't put it past her to do such a thing.

He stopped practicing -- dropping the rather large boulder he was terrakinetically lifting with a rather conspicuous THUD -- as he was given pause to consider this possibility he hadn't before.

***

Abomination had isolated himself. It would incur Malice's wrath, but he needed time to think, to reflect.

He was coming to spme undeniable truths about his relationship with Malice.

There wasn't one.

Not the romantic one that he so arduously desired. Or so he thought. Thinking about it, he didn't want to be in such an abusive relationship.

And it was an abusive one he knew. But he didn't know how to get out of it.

He dug this hole, though Cloak had tried to save him, he saw that now. He had dug this hole and it's become his figurative grave.

"WHERE THE BLOODY VEIL ARE YOU?!" came Malice's dulcet tones.

"I'm here," Abomination said, thinking in a fit of self-pity and self-loathing, I do deserve the name . . . I truly am an Abomination . . . look what I thought was mate material . . .

[Cloak]

Now another chapter.
 

CHAPTER TWO:
Tech Thievery

Malice found herself easily penetrating the core of this mechanical planet.  Really, these Dwellers have really lackluster defenses. Those defenses of RAF didn't count -- they had Cloak helping them out, she believed.  Malice may be unable to acknowledge fault, but she also was incapable of acknowledging Realm Dwellers as nothing but inferior to Realm Walkers. It was an old prejudge, and one that Cloak refused to subscribe to.

Anyway, she managed to procure a shard of incredible power -- if used correctly -- without the mechanical natives of this planet noticing.  You'd think with their camouflaging ability, that it would have stronger defenses. But, then again, these pathetic, overlarge Dwellers hadn't met or faced a power such as a Realm Walker.

Malice scoffed at such inferior beings, as she and, albeit reluctantly, Abomination left the Realm. They proceeded to the Prime Universe so that they -- no, so that Malice's scheme could come to fruition.

***

"There, it is complete," Malice crowed, fawning over her minature tommy gun-like device. It held a bulb in its undercarrage, that held the shard she collected suspended somehow in the air. "This new ray will get 'em! It was worth taking that biotech."

Abomination said nothing, but kept his face deliberately blank and expressionless. Malice misread this completely and thought Abomination was just getting dumber, when in reality he was getting wiser to Malice's deception. He was starting to really see what his lot in life was, what it had become.

He pondered on whether he must have deserved this treatment.  Whether he was karmically-indebted, and this was him paying back that debt. He was not a good person, he realized.  He had nearly killed Cloak . . . but why?  Why was he so inclined to destroy him? Why did he bully others as a child?

Even he didn't know.  His parents were both present in his childhood, and they fawned over him.  Granted, he lost them right after he grew into adulthood.  It didn't justify his actions.  Nothing would.

"Why are you sulking?" Malice asked, reading Abomination's body language correctly for one.  "Why so serious?"

"No reason," Abomination said, quietly and repressively.

[redtailedsaffa]

I sense a Transformers angle.

[Cloak]

Now -- well, let's just drop all pretense, Underseen and Saffa has already guessed it.
 

CHAPTER THREE:
Allspark Ray

"Eighteen vehicles have been stolen," said a reporter to the camera, then read from a list, " A sedan, a fire truck, a boat, a forestry jeep, a hybrid, a bulldozer, a garbage truck, an excavator, a -- Model T? Is that right? -- er, a monster truck, a snowplow, a dump truck, a gyrocopter, a tow truck, a van, a flatbed truck, and a semi."
 
She looked back into the camera.
 
"There are no suspects at this time.  There is no motive known."
 
Then the reporter signed off, and the newscast continued onto sports.
 

***

In her cavern hideout, Malice had used a mixture of Galvanic Mechamorph and Cybertronian tech.  This ray, which she names the "Allspark Ray", would transform any machine immersed in it (unless that machine possessed a Mark) into a Cybertronian.  What's more, a Cybertronian under her complete and utter control.
 
"Excellent," Malice said, when she saw that Abomination, who still had serious qualms about his actions, brought in the eighteenth vehicle.  She turned the ray on each vehicle in turn, leaving them with a silvery smoke rising from their frames.  With the trademark sound, all eighteen took robot mode.

The sedan was had a fairly generic robot mode look.  The fire truck bore a resemblance to the Autobot Inferno.  The forestry jeep had a rather hippy look to it.  The hybrid looked like the Engineer Trainer Class from the Pokemon franchise. The bulldozer had a couple of miniature bull horns on its robot head with the shovel forming its hands.  The garbage truck had a distinctly Animated Wreck-Gar feel from it. The excavator had a distinctly Animated Constructicon Scapper feel to it. The Model T's robot mode was that of an old man with a walker. the monster truck was fairly monstrous, with a silhouette much like the Blob from Marvel Comics. The snowplow had a certain feline design to its robot mode.  The dump truck was rather like Thunder Loader's High-Stance mode crossed with Constructicon Long Haul.  The gyrocopter bore a remarkable resemblance to Animated Megatron.  The tow truck bore a resemblance to Mega Man's Pirate Man for some odd reason. The van's robot mode took a robot mode resembling the Autobot Ironhide toy -- with a holographic "head". The flatbed truck seemed to be very rudimentary Cybertronian robot mode.  And the semi took a very Optimus Prime look -- although somehow mixing in a bit of Optimus Primal.

"Success!" Malice yelled triumphantly.

Abomination was less than enthused.

"Now," Malice said, ignoring Abomination's surliness, and addressing her drones, "transform back to vehicular mode!"

They complied.

"Now go and follow the RAFians," she said.

"Uh," Abomination said, unable to bring himself to use any term of affection to Malice, "won't that be slight noticeable?"

"No, it won't." Malice said firmly.

"Don't you already have a spy in RAF?"

"Don't question me or my methods again." Malice threatened.

This is definately not a healthy relationship, Abomination thought.

[Cloak]

I'll probably post another two chapters. That's including this one.

CHAPTER FOUR:
An Unlikely Lead

The RAFians continued about their daily businesses, many still talking about the Pootang and Van Pyrrhus. Itellsya wouuldn't shut up about it.

Cloak had taken to isolating himself in his thread just so he could think. His thought inevitably turned to the spy, the traitor. He didn't pull a Bishop and outright falsely accuse someone.

Granted, he didn't know the identity of the traitorous RAFian, so an unfounded accusation was tactless -- something Rotiart would do.

But Cloak continued to dwell and brood upon the matter. He was taking the fact there was a betrayer personally, though he knew he shouldn't. He was aware that there could have extenuating circumstances for this spy, this betrayer.

The question was, Cloak asked himself, would he be able to forgive the guilty party?

***

Meanwhile, the other RAFians found a lead in the missing vehicles case. But they did not know if it was sufficiently unusual to warrant their jurisdiction.

"It's just an ordinary car theft ring," Parker said, as the mods gathered the veterans (two-year RAFians and up) into a council of war. Cloak was in attendance, but his mind was elsewhere.

"They just showed up in that warehouse," SuperNate said. "A warehouse that was untouched for years."

"It could be a trap," Cloak said, finally pulling his mind from the subject of the traitor. "Whoever stole them could put them to lure someone out."

"Malice?" Gaz asked.

Cloak thought about it for a minute, "No. Malice wouldn't use such a . . . a mundane methodology . . ."

But he wasn't sure about that.

"You're not sure, are you?" Dino said.

"To be perfectly honest," Cloak said with a deep sigh, "I'm not sure of a lot of things lately."

***

At the warehouse, the police surrounded it, preparing for a raid . . . only they were not prepared for what laid beyond those doors.

It is not pleasant what happened to them . . . it was now RAF's jurisdiction. . . .

[Underseen]

With Abomination's regret would he become a good for once? 

[Cloak]

That will become clear in the next book, Underseen. And the spy will be revealed in Chapter 13 of the same book, I think.

Last chapter of the day.

CHAPTER FIVE:
WHAT In Disguise?!

"They're . . . dead, aren't they?" Abby said.

The mods called a meeting immediarely after Richard recieved the call from the mayor. The RAFians had just been briefed on the police officers and their back-up.

"I'm afraid so," Richard answered. "I'll spare you the gory details, but yes, the local law enforcement cannot get anywhere near the warehouse. That's why we've been called in to inestigate. The mayor reasons we would stand a better chance of success."

"I'm going," Cloak said at once.

Richard nodded unsurprised. He suspected what Cloak had.

"Laserbeak and I will go as well." Gaz said, standing.

"I will go," Parker said, deftly donning his helmet.

"You're not going without me this time," Helen said.

"I'd like to go, too," Underseen said.

"Permit me to go, as well," Mithril said.

Richard nodded. "Very well. Cloak, Gaz, Parker, Helen, Underseen, and Mithril will go."

***

The six arrived at the warehouse and Cloak recoiled nearly immediately.

"Did you sense something?" Underseen said at once.

"Can't you smell that?" Cloak's question was an earnest one.

"No, why?" Mithril's question was also sincere.

"The stench of what I can only assume is charred flesh is everywhere here. Everywhere." Cloak said.

"Something definitely happened here." Gaz said as Laserbeak cooed morosely.

"And whatever caused it is behind those doors," Helen said, unable to hide the revulsion from her voice.

"Well, then let's get a move on, shall we?" Parker said, activating his twin fusion cannons and Laserbeak, using his Targetmaster transformed into his blaster mode, held easily by Gaz.

The opened the doors with an ominous crash, and just saw the inert forms of the vehicles.

Cloak immediately sensed danger . . . Underseen glanced at Laserbeak and his eyes widened.

"The vehicles. The vehicles," Underseen stammered.

Cloak got whatnhe was getting at. He didn't need to see the vehicle shifting and transforming to know.

He said, "They're Cybertronians."

[Underseen]

I hope Laserbeak doesn't go evil.