Transformers : The Phoenix War story by M Sipher Part One Deception,
Subterfuge, Treachery and Other Methods of Getting Your Way or (Since You
Joined) The Corporation ********** We have red alert! We have red alert! Klaxons
wailed throughout Mining Station 48. The planetoid was a valuable source of
numerous metals used in Cybertronian armor plating... metals mined by what was
politely referred to as Non-Wage-Earning Labor. Otherwise known as slaves. The
stocky, humanoid mine workers came from the planet Juliwa, and were perfectly
suited for backbreaking labor in the planetoid's thin atmosphere... valuable
resources. The guards at the mouth of the mine shaft tried desperately to keep
the workers from swarming out... with very limited success. A missile streaked
towards the mine, slamming into one of the guards, the force of the explosion
knocking another to the ground. This is not a drill! Invaders attacking mine
entrance... Windrazor stepped up behind the intercom officer. While numerous
Cybertronian troops scrambled frantically in near-panic, Windrazor kept his air
of cool confidence and unshakable calm. As the second-in-command to Governor
Strahl's Cybertronian Power Corporation, the SkyScorcher commander had arrived a
few breems ago on an inspection tour. The base's commander groaned and shook his
head. This would *not* look good in his review.... Status report. The comm.
officer looked at several screens briefly, then turned. An Autobot raiding party
has landed just outside the base's defense perimeter. So far, there's only been
damage to the outer defenses... How many intruders? Windrazor ignored the
whimpers of the base commander. *Pathetic office jockey.* Count ten. Five
aerial, five ground troops. One of each guarding the dropship. Windrazor leaned
closer, his single optic studying the video screens. Watching the Autobots'
advance... the airborne Autobots were doing little more than covering the ground
troops... who were headed for the asteroid's mine entrance. Deploy as many air
units as you can spare... and have them guard the mine. Be sure to order them to
avoid killing workers... they're not easily replaceable. The commander finally
looked up at Windrazor in fear. But... but what about the main base?
If the Autobots were to attack us here... Despite the inexperience of
your troops... this base is in no danger. The Autobot's target is the mine. He
watched the screen : a fire engine, loaded down with workers, bolted towards the
Autobots' dropship. Order the troops to leave their dropship alone. The Autos
are here merely to free workers and escape quickly... if we destroy their escape
route, then they're going to change that objective... to destroying everything
they can before we finish them off. He checked another screen... the airborne
Autobots were ripping through the first wave of Cybertronian Thunderjets.
Windrazor simply watched in stony silence as the comm. officer repeated the
orders. *Excellent.* ********** You know, I was never really impressed with the
Cybertronian troopers... Powerglide mused as he corkscrewed through yet another
Thunderjet formation, But this is downright pathetic! Tell me about it.
Dunebuster replied, as she ramped a blast crater in her dune buggy mode. She
reached a pair of the green-skinned Juliwan miners and screeched to a halt. The
two clambered in, desperate to get away from the Decepticon guards. Dunebuster
u-turned and peeled out, narrowly dodging blaster fire. She'd made it to the
mines and back to the dropship five times now... without a scratch. Of course,
the air cover helped.... Now you see why I insist on rigid training procedures!!
Scattershot barked out, sending another jet screaming into the ground.
Technobots, keep it tight!! Inferno, Dunebuster, one last run... it looks like
they're beginning to get organized!! Cosmos, Dogfight, Strafe... return to the
dropship!! Hup hup hup!! The larger Juliwan in Dunebuster's seat turned his head
back towards the mine and yelled desperately in his native language. Huh? What?
I can't understand- then Dunebuster saw. Using her rearview optics, she checked
about a mile back... a much younger Juliwan ran desperately after her, as a
Thunderjet sprayed laser fire around it, merely for sport. Allright, slaghead,
*now* I'm upset! Dunebuster turned hard, nearly throwing her passengers out her
left side.
