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Fanfic: Krieg um Planquadrat Helix - Teil 3
Chapter: War for grid square Helix - part 3
So here is part 3 of my current FF. Sorry that it's not going so fast at the moment, but I have problems with a computer virus, and I was just finishing school (crap, got a 6 in math ...).
To everyone who asked me for an episode of the Beast Wars:
Let me know, send me an email !! If you have ICQ, I can also follow you! At the moment I'm not touching KaZaA, a virus is buzzing around, and one on the PC is probably enough ...
so then, enough talk!
Chapter 5: The Spider's Web
--- Grid square Gamma ---
A perfect desert landscape. Everywhere you looked, only black rocks and volcanic ash, and here and there streams of red lava flowed through rivulets in the ground. Only one thing was wrong in this bleak picture:
Several automatic pulse cannons were set up around a mound of large piled stones.The massive guns rotated slowly on their tripods and searched the surrounding terrain with their sensors.
A closer look revealed a crevice under the cairn. If you followed its course, you came to an underground cave of impressive size. And in the middle of this building stood - a computer workstation! Numbers and images, graphics and forecasts flickered across the individual monitors. The entire assembly was glued in place in a huge net that swayed slightly to and fro without letting go of the computer.
A rat had climbed onto the keyboard and was roaming between the buttons and switches. Then she squealed loudly as she was spun around by a long thread and slowly pulled up into the net. Nine green eyes narrowed and a sick giggle could be heard. Then - a loud growl and the squeak ceased.
Tarantulas came down from his network. The big purple spider smacked his lips a little more."Hmmm, delicious ... Hihihihi ... well, let's see how far we've come. Tarantulus: TRANSFORM!"
The ugly tarantula had become a scary-looking robot. His jaws and the claws on his arms pawed softly, and the yellow optical sensor disk was narrowed to a slit. Tarantulus seemed dissatisfied. "Damn it! The Predacon and maximum frequencies are hindering my scanners ..." He turned to the computer. "Put electronic countermeasure installation online."
A bowl-shaped device on a tripod was extended from a hatch under the boulders on the surface and opened.
"E.G.M.I. in position. Orders?" it sounded from the computer. Tarantulus pulled a lever. "Magma pulse at maximum!" "Confirmed."
--- In the maximum base ---
Rhinox was at the computer terminal, the monitor in front of him flickering. All the lights in the base were out. Optimus approached the screen."Rhinox, what's going on here? In the middle of my strategic simulation everything suddenly went dark!" "Magma pulses ... all of our systems are down. I'm trying to get Sentinel back online."
--- Back in the cave ---
"Successful system failure in both bases. Continue computer search ..."
"Excellent ... Megatron should be sitting in the dark. Scanning will be finished soon, and if I actually find what I think it is, the Beast Wars could take an interesting turn ... Hihihihi..heehehe ... WAAHAHAHAHAHA !!! ... "
Chapter 6: On Patrol
--- 3 weeks later ---
"Elva! Where are you? Come on out, that's not funny anymore ... I don't want to have to tell Optimus that I lost you here in the jungle ... not again." Something rustled in the bush behind Cheetor. He turned and leaped towards the thicket and grabbed - a porcupine!"Aaauuuaaa !! Damn it, I hate the critters!" "Ohhhh, does the little cat have an ouch?" "You ..." Elva was sitting in front of Cheetor in a tree. Cheetor looked up at her as he pulled the spikes out of his fur with his teeth. "Are you happy now ?" he asked offended. "What should that be good for --- except for getting acupuncture free of charge ?!"
Elva shook her head and jumped down from the tree. "I have to be able to survive out here somehow - even without your help in an emergency, and camouflage is very important!" "If it is true that you can capture and target the energy of all living beings, you would still have me in mind warn the porcupine! "
Elva sighed. "Well, I'm sorry, Cheetor. It won't happen again, I promise. Come on, show me ..." At that moment there was a thunder and a tremor went through the air and the ground. Elva was nervous. "What is that? Where does that come from ?!" "Don't worry.This is a volcanic quake; There is a volcano nearby that has recently started to show activity again ... However, there are only minor tremors, this one was a bit too big for my taste ... Maybe ... Come on, Elva! Sit on my back We're going to visit the volcano! "
Unfortunately, the quake of the volcano had masked an otherwise noticeable noise. A hum in the air, between the trees ... A large insect, made entirely of metal, was floating there. The eyes glowed red and pulsed. Then this "bee" quietly took up the chase of Cheetor and Elva.
--- In a volcanic stone cave ---
A huge scorpion crawled restlessly back and forth. He seemed to be waiting for something when suddenly he received a message. He nodded contentedly. “Cyberbee, pursue. Skorpinok: TRANSFORM!” Skorpinok had transformed into a gray-black robot. The long, stinged tail was on his back now, twitching nervously.The big, crab-like scissors on the arms rattled, and its optics changed from yellow to red. "Visionsschirm online ..."
Scorpinok was a little incompetent at times, but when it came to technical inventions, he was number 1 in the Predacons. He now saw the world through the eyes of his cyberbee, a spy invention that could be flexibly programmed and equipped for all kinds of assignments. The steppe flew past him; further ahead of him was a leopard with a young anthropod on its back. "Hmmm ... What is the cuddly cat doing in this area ...? He will probably not have discovered the" excavations "?! ... And this primitive way of life there could be Tarantulus' new discovery! The boss will be pleased. "He ordered the cyber bee to continue the observation and switched on the internal radio. "Scorpinok at Predacon base. Yellow alert, situation is critical! Please come!"
--- back in the steppe ---
"Are you okay up there?" asked Cheetor. "Sure, you can go faster! I love speed!" "OK, then hold on tight!" Cheetor accelerated to top speed. The steppe just flew past them and the wind roared around their ears. The volcano was waiting on the horizon.
--- A tree in the steppe ---
The wasp's large, purple compound eyes slowly roamed the grassland. There were a few animals here and there and only a few trees as far as the eye could see. What was that ?? A small point on the horizon that quickly grew larger.
The wasp hummed softly as it tried to pinpoint this point. Now it was clearly visible: a big cat, with something on its back, raced across the savannah - straight in the direction of the volcano.
The big insect pawed its jaws and began flapping its wings. The moment the leopard passed its hiding place, one of the larger trees, it took off into the sky and followed the cat.The wasp kept its distance, careful not to be noticed. “Bsssss .... bss ?!” A voice was in her head. "Base to all mobile units on patrol! Yellow alert! Mission order: Defense of the prospecting sites at the volcano! Base end."
A metallic clang could be heard in the air. Then there was no wasp ... Instead, a green-yellow-black robot. He wasn't quite as tall as the others of his kind, but he was stocky and impressive to look at. His arms were tight against his body to allow faster flight, and the large insect eyes were now flickering red. He drew a small weapon from his back and equipped it with explosive rapid-fire spikes. The magazine clicked into place. "Ssssssss .... Just wait, Katzssse, Wassssspinator will make sure that your journey comes to an uncomfortable end !!"
--- at the volcano ---
“Get off, we're here!” Elva got off Cheetor's back and marveled at this sky-high, black cone made of sheer obsidian.Its tip reached above the clouds, and there were small craters here and there on which hot lava bubbled.
“Cheetor: MAXIMIZE!” Cheetor switched to robot mode and searched the terrain. "Hmmm ..." "What is it?" "I thought the loud tremors here were caused by explosions ... You never know what kind of rotten ideas are haunted by the Predacons." He looked at himself again then turned away from the mountain. "I guess I was wrong. Back to base ... What the ... !!" An explosion shook the volcano. Stones flew through the area and gave a clear view of a hole in the mountain. Cheetor's eyes narrowed. "Elva, quick! Take cover, I think things will be going around here!" He switched on the radio.
--- in the maximum base ---
"Optimus !! People! Come here quickly, I'll pick up a radio message!" All the Maximals gathered in the command center. From the loudspeakers it rang: "Cheetor to all units!Request support! Alarm at the volcano in grid square Helix, I repeat, alarm at "---- A loud bang followed, then - a rushing. The connection was broken. The Maximals glanced at each other worried. Behind them, metal clicked. When they turned around, Dinobot stood in front of them in robot mode - armed to the teeth with rifles and ammunition.
--- back at the volcano ---
Cheetor was on the floor. A missile hit him hard and tore a large hole in his shoulder plate. The communicator was broken and sparks flew from his shoulder. His face contorted with pain, he stood up, looked up at the sky and looked into a familiar face.
To everyone who asked me for an episode of the Beast Wars:
Let me know, send me an email !! If you have ICQ, I can also follow you! At the moment I'm not touching KaZaA, a virus is buzzing around, and one on the PC is probably enough ...
so then, enough talk!
Chapter 5: The Spider's Web
--- Grid square Gamma ---
A perfect desert landscape. Everywhere you looked, only black rocks and volcanic ash, and here and there streams of red lava flowed through rivulets in the ground. Only one thing was wrong in this bleak picture:
Several automatic pulse cannons were set up around a mound of large piled stones.The massive guns rotated slowly on their tripods and searched the surrounding terrain with their sensors.
A closer look revealed a crevice under the cairn. If you followed its course, you came to an underground cave of impressive size. And in the middle of this building stood - a computer workstation! Numbers and images, graphics and forecasts flickered across the individual monitors. The entire assembly was glued in place in a huge net that swayed slightly to and fro without letting go of the computer.
A rat had climbed onto the keyboard and was roaming between the buttons and switches. Then she squealed loudly as she was spun around by a long thread and slowly pulled up into the net. Nine green eyes narrowed and a sick giggle could be heard. Then - a loud growl and the squeak ceased.
Tarantulas came down from his network. The big purple spider smacked his lips a little more."Hmmm, delicious ... Hihihihi ... well, let's see how far we've come. Tarantulus: TRANSFORM!"
The ugly tarantula had become a scary-looking robot. His jaws and the claws on his arms pawed softly, and the yellow optical sensor disk was narrowed to a slit. Tarantulus seemed dissatisfied. "Damn it! The Predacon and maximum frequencies are hindering my scanners ..." He turned to the computer. "Put electronic countermeasure installation online."
A bowl-shaped device on a tripod was extended from a hatch under the boulders on the surface and opened.
"E.G.M.I. in position. Orders?" it sounded from the computer. Tarantulus pulled a lever. "Magma pulse at maximum!" "Confirmed."
--- In the maximum base ---
Rhinox was at the computer terminal, the monitor in front of him flickering. All the lights in the base were out. Optimus approached the screen."Rhinox, what's going on here? In the middle of my strategic simulation everything suddenly went dark!" "Magma pulses ... all of our systems are down. I'm trying to get Sentinel back online."
--- Back in the cave ---
"Successful system failure in both bases. Continue computer search ..."
"Excellent ... Megatron should be sitting in the dark. Scanning will be finished soon, and if I actually find what I think it is, the Beast Wars could take an interesting turn ... Hihihihi..heehehe ... WAAHAHAHAHAHA !!! ... "
Chapter 6: On Patrol
--- 3 weeks later ---
"Elva! Where are you? Come on out, that's not funny anymore ... I don't want to have to tell Optimus that I lost you here in the jungle ... not again." Something rustled in the bush behind Cheetor. He turned and leaped towards the thicket and grabbed - a porcupine!"Aaauuuaaa !! Damn it, I hate the critters!" "Ohhhh, does the little cat have an ouch?" "You ..." Elva was sitting in front of Cheetor in a tree. Cheetor looked up at her as he pulled the spikes out of his fur with his teeth. "Are you happy now ?" he asked offended. "What should that be good for --- except for getting acupuncture free of charge ?!"
Elva shook her head and jumped down from the tree. "I have to be able to survive out here somehow - even without your help in an emergency, and camouflage is very important!" "If it is true that you can capture and target the energy of all living beings, you would still have me in mind warn the porcupine! "
Elva sighed. "Well, I'm sorry, Cheetor. It won't happen again, I promise. Come on, show me ..." At that moment there was a thunder and a tremor went through the air and the ground. Elva was nervous. "What is that? Where does that come from ?!" "Don't worry.This is a volcanic quake; There is a volcano nearby that has recently started to show activity again ... However, there are only minor tremors, this one was a bit too big for my taste ... Maybe ... Come on, Elva! Sit on my back We're going to visit the volcano! "
Unfortunately, the quake of the volcano had masked an otherwise noticeable noise. A hum in the air, between the trees ... A large insect, made entirely of metal, was floating there. The eyes glowed red and pulsed. Then this "bee" quietly took up the chase of Cheetor and Elva.
--- In a volcanic stone cave ---
A huge scorpion crawled restlessly back and forth. He seemed to be waiting for something when suddenly he received a message. He nodded contentedly. “Cyberbee, pursue. Skorpinok: TRANSFORM!” Skorpinok had transformed into a gray-black robot. The long, stinged tail was on his back now, twitching nervously.The big, crab-like scissors on the arms rattled, and its optics changed from yellow to red. "Visionsschirm online ..."
Scorpinok was a little incompetent at times, but when it came to technical inventions, he was number 1 in the Predacons. He now saw the world through the eyes of his cyberbee, a spy invention that could be flexibly programmed and equipped for all kinds of assignments. The steppe flew past him; further ahead of him was a leopard with a young anthropod on its back. "Hmmm ... What is the cuddly cat doing in this area ...? He will probably not have discovered the" excavations "?! ... And this primitive way of life there could be Tarantulus' new discovery! The boss will be pleased. "He ordered the cyber bee to continue the observation and switched on the internal radio. "Scorpinok at Predacon base. Yellow alert, situation is critical! Please come!"
--- back in the steppe ---
"Are you okay up there?" asked Cheetor. "Sure, you can go faster! I love speed!" "OK, then hold on tight!" Cheetor accelerated to top speed. The steppe just flew past them and the wind roared around their ears. The volcano was waiting on the horizon.
--- A tree in the steppe ---
The wasp's large, purple compound eyes slowly roamed the grassland. There were a few animals here and there and only a few trees as far as the eye could see. What was that ?? A small point on the horizon that quickly grew larger.
The wasp hummed softly as it tried to pinpoint this point. Now it was clearly visible: a big cat, with something on its back, raced across the savannah - straight in the direction of the volcano.
The big insect pawed its jaws and began flapping its wings. The moment the leopard passed its hiding place, one of the larger trees, it took off into the sky and followed the cat.The wasp kept its distance, careful not to be noticed. “Bsssss .... bss ?!” A voice was in her head. "Base to all mobile units on patrol! Yellow alert! Mission order: Defense of the prospecting sites at the volcano! Base end."
A metallic clang could be heard in the air. Then there was no wasp ... Instead, a green-yellow-black robot. He wasn't quite as tall as the others of his kind, but he was stocky and impressive to look at. His arms were tight against his body to allow faster flight, and the large insect eyes were now flickering red. He drew a small weapon from his back and equipped it with explosive rapid-fire spikes. The magazine clicked into place. "Ssssssss .... Just wait, Katzssse, Wassssspinator will make sure that your journey comes to an uncomfortable end !!"
--- at the volcano ---
“Get off, we're here!” Elva got off Cheetor's back and marveled at this sky-high, black cone made of sheer obsidian.Its tip reached above the clouds, and there were small craters here and there on which hot lava bubbled.
“Cheetor: MAXIMIZE!” Cheetor switched to robot mode and searched the terrain. "Hmmm ..." "What is it?" "I thought the loud tremors here were caused by explosions ... You never know what kind of rotten ideas are haunted by the Predacons." He looked at himself again then turned away from the mountain. "I guess I was wrong. Back to base ... What the ... !!" An explosion shook the volcano. Stones flew through the area and gave a clear view of a hole in the mountain. Cheetor's eyes narrowed. "Elva, quick! Take cover, I think things will be going around here!" He switched on the radio.
--- in the maximum base ---
"Optimus !! People! Come here quickly, I'll pick up a radio message!" All the Maximals gathered in the command center. From the loudspeakers it rang: "Cheetor to all units!Request support! Alarm at the volcano in grid square Helix, I repeat, alarm at "---- A loud bang followed, then - a rushing. The connection was broken. The Maximals glanced at each other worried. Behind them, metal clicked. When they turned around, Dinobot stood in front of them in robot mode - armed to the teeth with rifles and ammunition.
--- back at the volcano ---
Cheetor was on the floor. A missile hit him hard and tore a large hole in his shoulder plate. The communicator was broken and sparks flew from his shoulder. His face contorted with pain, he stood up, looked up at the sky and looked into a familiar face.