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From: steinarb@studserv.hedmarkdh.no (Steinar Bergstol)
Newsgroups: alt.toys.transformers
Subject: The Quick and the Dead #1
Date: 11 Sep 1995 21:15:18 GMT
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                          THE QUICK AND THE DEAD

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                                  Part 1                                

                         I Spy With My Little Eye
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                            by Steinar Bergstol
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"Yes Optimus. The decepticons will be attacking the communications outpost with
a small strikeforce. I am not sure of who it will be, but most likely Soundwave
and his cassettes. I will.....uh oh."

The robot, 16 feet tall, turned towards the door out of the communications 
center as it opened and a smaller, blue robot stuck his head in through the 
door.

"Hey, Soundwave, are ya....", the smaller robot started to say cheerfully, but
as he realized Soundwave was not in the room he immediately grew more hostile.

"Who are _you_? And what are ya doin' in here?", he said, glaring at brown and
grey robot by the console. It had a purple insignia on the chest, and a laser
mounted on each arm. It was also more than twice the size of the smaller robot.

"That's none of your concern, Rumble. Leave me to my work, please."

"Yer not supposed to be in here! Soundwave is in charge here, and he says noone
is gonna touch his stuff 'less he says so. I'm gonna tell him about....OOOF!"

As Rumble turned his attention to the radio the larger robot reacted quickly,
grabbing a large communications console and hurling it at the small decepticon,
knocking him off his feet and into a wall. While the tape struggled under the
weight of the console his attacker ran out the door and headed for the exit of
the base. The smaller transformer activated his internal radio and spoke into
it:

"Soundwave, it's Rumble! We've had an intruder in the com-central. He's headin'
for the exit."

"Acknowledged.", the voice issuing from the speakers was monotone and had an
odd, metallic sound.

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"Gotta get out of here! If they catch me I'm finished......No way back now.
Gotta get to the autobots and hope they'll give me shelter."

The brown and grey transformer nervously eyed every side corridor and corner he
passed, running to the exit. Each shadow could hold an enemy ready to blast 
him. Each corner could hide a group sent to capture him.

"Not much further now.....Just around this corner and then up the......."

His thoughts were interrupted as the lights illuminating the corridor suddenly
went out. He immediately stopped and looked slowly up to the top of the stairs
he had been about to climb. As his optics reached the top he looked straight 
into two pairs of glowing, red optics, and he could hear feral snarls and 
growling coming from them. "The cats", he realized in the same instant as a
spotlight on his head illuminated the two animal shaped decepticons, one mostly
black and the other mostly orange.

"Get out of my way or perish!" the larger robot shouted at the two tape
decepticons as he raised the laser on his right arm at them. Immediately the
black one, Ravage, snarled an order to his comrade and fired one of his proton
bombs at his opponent. The orange cat, who the larger transformer knew as
Quickstrike, leapt into action even before Ravage had finished giving his
order, living up to his name. Moving with incredible speed he soared through
the air as the proton bomb hit its target, unbalancing the intruder, and landed
with all four legs squarely on the upper part of his chest, finishing the job
the bomb had started and pushing the much larger robot off his feet.

As the spy scrambled back up to his knees his optics noticed something which
almost made his energon pump stop. He was staring straight at a pair of big,
blue legs. "Soundwave!" he thought desperately as a monotone voice rang out:

"Surrender!"


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Comments are welcomed. Good or bad. Hopefully the next part will be longer.


Steinar Bergstol
Dead End @ TF1/TF2005, Quickstrike @ TF2005