Memoirs of a RAFian

[Underseen]

Well these 3 chapters were all better than Iron Man 3. I am still upset at that movie.

[Cloak]

I shouldn't have passed on writing the script then, Underseen. j/k

CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
Exposed!

"Nine percent!" Yarin announced. "And falling! Get ready!"

There was a shattering sound as the Cybertronians quite literally broke through Code Avalon.

The six charged into the forum, crossing immediately over the threshold, turning the external wall to rubble.

Abby charged forward using her Crabdozer horn and strength to take on the fire engine Cybertronian. They were of similar strengths though -- and Abby only had ninety minutes left in morph, and this Cybertronian had no such limitation.

Meanwhile, Noelle was using her Terroranchula webs to tie up the boat Cybertronian over and over again. The Cybertronian kept breaking the webs. And again, Noelle had another ninety minutes in morph.

Saffa took on the forestry jeep, using the nozzle on her forehead to wrap in into a cocoon within seconds. But it kept busting out, and Saffa only had a hundred minutes left, having morphed later than the other two.

Helen, Sam, and Parker was blasting the other three rather indiscriminably. Goom, Phoenix, Mithril, Faerie, Horse and Underseen used their Blades to hack at the Cybertronians with much clanging.

But something was off. For every damage done, it seemed to seal up with a green-black discoloration. . . .

Cloak's eyes widened when he realized. He yelled, "They're not just Cybertronians! They have properties of Galvanic Mechamorphs!"

Underseen seemed to have grasped this immediately, but Noelle shouted, <Properties of WHAT?>

"An alien species similar to the Technarchy!"

Silence.

"Remember the Phalanx? That was Technarchy. Mutated, though -- I think."

"Thanks for the summary, now what exactly do we do about it?!" Blue said, using explosive shurrikens.

Cloak did not answer. He knew of one thing that could be done, as he saw Saffa, Noelle, and Abby slink away to demorph. Abby decided to morph a Buglizard, Noelle decided to go Root Shark, and Saffa went Slamworm.

Cloak shut his eyes in acknowledgement of what he must now do.

[theyoungphoenix]

You really must hate mechbending. I know I would though too.

 We've got some fierce morphs...

And another great chapter.

[Cloak]

Well, mechbending is essentially the robotic version of bloodbending . . . and, I remember Saffa mentioning the power to control oil (there is a specific term for this, ending in -kinesis, that I can't remember right now) which means if this is still true, then she's capable of mechbending as well, just using the oil instead of the metal, as I do.

Anyway, if I feel up to it, I might post another chapter or two later on.

[Noelle]

Woot for awesome morphs! ^_^

[redtailedsaffa]

I did? (Didn't know South Africa had oil reserves). I'm pretty sure I'm capable of it - in human form - but the scary part is that it's similar to bloodbending.

[Cloak]

I believe you did in PM, Saffa, when I initially asked about your powers. But that could have been a rough idea, and you could have refined it since then.

Yes, it is like bloodbending -- so you can see why I hate it as much as Katara hates bloodbending . . . although as a hydrokinetic myself . . . er, never mind, I want to think about it.

Let's see if we can finish this book today, shall we?

EDIT: Well maybe not! Not consider this thing thinks "preview a post" means "start a new fr*ckin' thread", and now won't let me modify this post!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
What Must Be Done

In movements eerily similar to bloodbending, Cloak put his qualms on a backburner as the other RAFians had changed all six's color schemes to green-and-black. Suddenly, the movements of these recently-enhanced Cybertronians (must have been recent as then that would mean the other eleven with alive an functional) ceased, aside from twitchy movements.

May he be forgiven for using this dirty, dirty ability. He would hate himself for it later.

But Cloak had to be careful not to overexert his powers. There was a great deal more metal here to mechbend then in the Roboticizer incident, and these Cybertronians don't have suppressed free will, like in that case. They haven't any free will to begin with.

<I thought you hated that, Cloak.> Saffa pointed out, still in Slamworm morph. <Mechbending, that is.>

"I will do what I must," Cloak said, hating himself for saying it. "But I cannot stop them from discharging their weapons."

So he made the point them skyward. Perhaps not the best solution, but it was all he had.

He was unaware if this made him determined . . . or ruthless.

At the moment he didn't care. Such analysis and second-guessing could wait until later. When his hand wasn't forced, when mechbending was no longer necessary.

Parker recogized the danger immediately and shouted to the others, "Disarm the weapons! Dismantle them! Hurry! Cloak cannot keep this up forever!"

***

Malice was crowing and laughing raucously as if she was playing a perversely immersive video game. She remained oblivious to Abominayion's presence just beyond the dark doorway.

But the Cloak used his "mechbending". Now Malice was much less enthused.

"What? No! No!! You're cheating!!! Cloak, you are a cheater!"

Abomination knew this tirade would go on through the night.

[redtailedsaffa]

Hm, apparently I did. But yes, controlling a sentient something is disturbing, as you've already illustrated so well.

Uh, I think Chapter Sixteen got posted as a new topic by mistake. (I hate when that happens.)

[Cloak]

Yeah I know. It wasn't RAF's fault, but my own for trusting this piece of crap.

I really angry right, but at least I rectified it as much as I could. So, I'll modify that bit with Abomination and Malice, then I'm gonna take a small break to cool off.

EDIT: Well, I'm as cooled off as I'm gonna be. Let's try this again.

Naturally, this chapter'll probaby be short.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
Component Deconstruction

The other RAFians worked busily to disarm the Cybertronians. Noelle, Abby and Saffa had to demorph and remorph no less than twice during it. Cloak wondered why Malice wasn't preempting this strategy by firing them anyway.

He didn't know that Malice was still throwing her hissy fit.

After a final remorph by the three, the RAFians managed to disarm all six.

"That," Cloak said, "was too easy."

Was he just being paranoid?

"I don't it too farfetched that something else could have come to her attention, or else, dierted it," Aquilai reasoned.

Cloak was suspicious, until he felt the resistance against his "mechbending" lessen and, soon, cease althoughter.

He lowered his arms and narrowed his eyes. The Cybertronians were stiller than statues, and their glowing eyes dimmed. . . .

It was as if they were idling. . . .

***

Malice continued her rageful tirade for six hours, and Abomination found himself wondering, silently of course, how he ever found that attractive.

Eventually, Malice stopped when a little nugget of an idea reached her. She calmed down alarmingly swift, and had a cruel smile upon her face.

For the first time since associating with her, that smile did not bring him reassurance and comfort. He knew now what Malice was doing was wrong, but did not have the guts to confront her on it.

Abomination would have gotten word out to Cloak -- who he began to felt remorseful for everything he put him through -- and warn him of this abrupt change in Malice. But . . . even if he could and did, would Cloak or any of his Dweller allies believe him?

No, he was sure, they'd think it was a trick. And what if Malice caught him in the act?

No, Abomination was doing everything in his power that he could right now.

[Cloak]

Three more chapters to go until the end of this book. May be a short chapter.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
A Nasty Combination

Suddenly, the Cybertronians eyes lit up -- literary and figuratively.

"Cloak!" Abby yelped -- she was swiftly going into Psychopteran morph. Noelle and Saffa followed suit.

". . . They're . . . not attacking," Cloak noticed.

<But . . . why?> Noelle asked, completing her morph. Cloak supposed the only reason the three chose Psychopterans to morph was simply because it was the largest flight-capable morphs that they had.

Gaz lowered Laserbeak and looked on with disbelief, as she said, "They're transforming? They're gonna dight as vehicles? What sense does that make?"

But AniDragon saw it first. "They're not goung to vehicle mode! They're transforming . . . together."

"Oh, Veil!" Cloak cursed. "They're Combiners!"

***

"Form feet and legs," Malice said, ripping off "Voltron", as two Cybertronians formed the legs.

"Form abdominals and crotch," Malice said, after a prudent pause, as one Cybertronian obliged.

"Form chest and head," said Malice, after another prudent pause, as the fire engine Cybertronian formed such.

"Form arms and hands," Malice said, waiting for a bit shorter length of time.

Finally, the Combiner was in its combined form. Malice's smile was that of a deranged woman.

"My Endgame," she said, dubbing the Combiner's combined form. " Cloak, and your Dweller dopes, prepare to die."

Malice clearly had forgot it would take her own hand to fi ish Cloak off for good. She remembered it momentarily and was about to ask Abomination to go over there to do it (which, unbeknowst to Malice would give him an opportunity to defect) . . .

But no . . . no, he'd just screw it up somehow. Anyway, it should be her own hand that snuffs out that life . . .

And it will be easier without his little Dweller pets . . .

[theyoungphoenix]

Uh oh..... Really BIG uh oh.

[Cloak]

Yep.

Now, the penultimate chapter to this book! Hopefully, nothing goes wrong in posting this.

And I hope I haven't just jinxed myself.

CHAPTER NINETEEN:
Hey, You Ripped Off Power Rangers, Cloak!*

The combined Cybertronian -- Endgame -- let out a roar. Then Cloak attempted to "mechbend" them again. But he found the resistance greater, more unified. More irritating.

"Enough of this," Cloak growled. "It's time to stop playing defense. It's time to get more proactive!"

"What are you going to do?" Underseen asked.

In reply, Cloak stopped "mechbending", with the fervent hope that he'd never have to do it again, and the elements of Water, Earth, Fire, and Air enveloped him in a kind of mishmash suit -- an elemental exoskeleton. He easily matched Endgame in size, but, he hoped, exceeded him in power.

Cloak didn't even know that he could do this. But, then again, he never tried.

Then the two claped hands and began to grapple. Cloak was at a disadvantage now, but his own volation, no less. He was never much of a grappler.

"You not doing this alone, Cloak," Underseen said, determinedly, as he started to grow.

It was clear growing to the size he was was quite painful for him. His Light Blade grew with him. Clearly, Cloak wasn't the only one trying new things that he didn't know he was capable of.

Soon it became clear that Underseen was not just attempting to get bigger, but shapeshifting into a To'kustar, which the Light Blade quickly accomodated its handle for.

"You okay?" Cloak asked, whose  voice sounded remarkably small in his exosuit.

"What?" Underseen asked, his voice emulating that of a To'kustar.

Cloak asked again, using his aerokinesis to amplify his voice. Underseen answered, "I'll be fine, let's get to work."

Cloak extracated himself, and the two were staring down Endgame.

***

"WHAT?!" Malice cried. "No fair, no fair, no fair!"

It was getting hard to image that Malice was supposed to be older than either Abomination or Cloak.

---
*

[Underseen]

This isn't the first time you ripped off Power Rangers, (RAF Comix chapter 18 if memory serves me right) but that doesn't mean it is a bad chapter.

[Cloak]

Yeah, I know. *shrug* I just thought the title was funny.

Now, the last chapter before the book that reveals the spy -- and its probably not who you expect. :smiles infuriatingly:

May be a bit short. But, it will be the last one today, I think.

CHAPTER TWENTY:
Cybertronians Slain Senseless

The two giants, Underseen as a To'kustar and Cloak in his elemental exoskeleton, battled Endgame. With Underseen's appearance into the foray, Cloak needn't depend on grappling. He fought with punishing punches and monstrous kicks. Underseen wielded the Light Blade, in the venacular, "like a boss".

They double teamed it, and Endgame was at a number of disadvantages. It was outnumbered, outmatched, Noelle, Saffa, and Abby kept flying in its face blocking Malice's view (as she only thought to put a camera inside the fire engine one) and it was unable to make a move without Malice's input -- and she wasn't the great fighter that she thought herself to be.

The five RAFians almost felt pity for the mindless automatons. Its actions were not its own, its will was not its own -- it never was. Thses six Cybertronians, combined into one, were a travesty of life . . . if you can call eternal servitude a life.

Cloak lived a semblance of such a life . . . he wouldn't wish that upon anyone. Anyone.

Cloak, hoping forgiveness, ripped its arms off roughly and brutally as Underseen ran it through with his Light Blade. His eyes shut after he felt Endgame go limp. Cloak saw the light in its eyes dimmed to nothingness -- literally and figuratively.

Then it dropped down, lifeless. Saffa, Noelle, and Abby demorphed as soon as they landed. Cloak relaxed his control over the elements, and his element exoskeleton dissolved away.

Underseen experienced just as much pain shrinking down to his normal size, his Light Blade following suit.

"Okay . . . going big is a . . . a last resort," Underseen told himself more than the others as he sheathed the Light Blade.

Clean-up was to begin immediately -- Endgame was to be recycled back in to the nontransforming vehicles that made it up. Then returned to their owners.

***

"NO!!!!!!" Malice screamed and howled like a wounded beast as her viewing orb burst, like a soap bubble. Her rage was unchecked for a moment before she checked it with a devious plan.

Abomination remained in his spot wo dering how she could be so melodramatic.

Malice took her charm out, which allowed connection to her spy who was due to check in.

"Mistress?"

"I already know of the destruction of Endgame," she snapped. "It was ironically-named -- I'm not done yet."

"Mistress?" the spy prompted after Malice lapsed into a deranged silence.

"Tell me more about this artifact you mentioned in the last transmission," Malice said, her quiet tone venomous. "Tell me about Richard's Horn."

[Underseen]

You are blazing through these books. I remember when you were ten books before this one as if it was yesterday.