I had this random fic idea while watching The Agenda last night...
How exactly did the Tripredacus Council feel (assuming they knew) about the whole situation with X/Rampage? And it got me thinking...
Tripredacus Council: Our moles have sent reports on this weird project the Maximals are doing. Something about immortal Sparks. If they succeed, and it goes widespread, it could pose a problem... Let's send Ravage to uncover the truth!
I've got this whole Ravage vs Rampage storyline similar to that of Metal Gear Solid brewing in my head. Whaddya guys think of it?
"Operation: Godslayer" Preview!
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I decided to change the thread title, since this has changed from a random fic idea into the story I'm currently working on the most. 
Here's the two opening scenes as a lil' preview for ya guys!
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The mech silently walked into the viewing room.
He was aboard the Predacon orbital hub, where only those among the highest, or unknown, ranks inhabited. He was one of them. Very few Predacons knew of his existence, and even fewer Maximals. It was his duty as an espionage agent. It had always been his specialty; he knew nothing better than stealth.
A disk was in his hand. He made his way deeper into the viewing room, a stereotypical long room, with a long table, many seats surrounding it. A lone projector resided on the center of the table, in which the mech inserted the disk.
A blue hologram of a small, round table appeared, with three mechs around it. The Tripredacus Council.
“Reporting.” The mech said.
“Agent 0A03. A new assignment has been allocated to you.” Stated the General to the right, aptly named Cicadacon. His voice was deep and commanding.
“Our moles within the Maximal ranks have sent in several reports, all of which claim they have begun a secret project.” Said the General to the left, known as Seaclamp. To some Predacons, his voice would have been considered soft. “The Maximals are attempting to produce something. We have our suspicions, but we aspire for confirmation. Their project has been dubbed ‘Project X’, and they are conducting it on Colony Omicron. Should they succeed, it would cause considerable problems for our uprising, be it what we suspect it is.”
“Your mission, Agent 0A03,” Said the middle General titled Ramhorn. His voice was often claimed to be a blend of his two colleagues’ vocals. “Is to infiltrate Colony Omicron. Find out everything you can about Project X. Once you have, copy the project files, direct them to us, and terminate the subject.”
“What are the conditions?” Agent 0A03 asked.
“You are to make the entire termination of the subject appear… accidental. The Predacons are not to be connected in any way.” The center General said. “If you are caught, we will deny any involvement, and you will be discarded.”
“Departure time?” The agent asked.
“Six mega-cycles.” The right General replied. “The mission has been codenamed “Operation: Godslayer”. Good luck, agent.”
“Understood. Covert Agent Ravage, out.”
Colony Omicron. Outer-perimeter. Megacycle 19.8
Colony Omicron. One of the more well-known Cybertronian space colonies, currently in orbit around the planet Guaro. It was a science facility, used for creating, conducting, and concluding experiments for the benefit of Cybertron. DNA scanners, CR Chambers, and many more common-place machines were developed by the brilliant minds at Colony Omicron.
Ravage was currently aboard a transport cruiser on its way towards the colony. Sneaking aboard was somewhat easy; unfortunately the hanger had been more guarded than he expected. Regardless, he was currently within the cargo hold, observing what was to be used at the Maximals’ discretion. Containment bonds and fields, along with military-grade weapons, all fastened to the wall. Peculiar request for a science facility.
The black and silver Predacon opened up a comlink. “Ravage to Tripredacus Council.” He ordered as a miniature view screen came from his forearm.
“Tripredacus Council.” General Cicadacon replied. “What is your status?”
“I am aboard a vessel on its way to Colony Omicron.” The agent replied. “I should be arriving within the megacycle.”
“Excellent work.” General Seaclamp replied. “When you arrive, you are to report to us when new information of the Maximals’ project has arisen.”
“A Predacon frequency within a Maximal facility would be detected, would it not?” Ravage asked. He decided to tell the Council about the weapons later.
“Under normal circumstances, yes.” General Ramhorn said. “However, your comlink has been fitted with an encoded disruptor field. Only those using Predacon frequencies can detect it.”
“You have also been fitted with an experimental stealth field.” Cicadacon continued. “It has been linked to your old stealth systems, but lacks a true field test. Its power supply is also limited, so use it sparingly.”
“Understood.”
“Remember, Ravage.” Ramhorn said. “This is a stealth mission. The Maximals must not be alerted to your presence.”
“Understood.” Ravage repeated. It was times like these that he wished it was 1984 again, when he could sneak around on Earth with its severely limited technology.
“Contact us when there is new information to account. Tripredacus Council, out.”
It was at that moment that the ship jerked softly. They had landed, presumably at Colony Omicron. Ravage quickly flattened his back next to the hatch door in the back of the ship, as it slowly opened up. He slowly peeked his head out around the corner of the ship to get a view of his surroundings; definitely not an expected sight for a research facility. Instead of seeing assistants and scientists, there were military soldiers, all armed for something seemingly big. The weapons they were holding seemed as if they could take down Megatron himself.
Maximal soldiers began to approach the cargo hold in which Ravage was located. A number of unarmed mechs walked into the hold, with a small amount of soldiers, weapons ready, outside. Without a hitch, all of the supplies were unloaded, and all of the soldiers left to see the equipment was safely delivered.
A few moments of silence passed, before Ravage seemingly melted into sight. He looked his hands over; the cloaking device worked like a charm! The Maximals’ scanners, along with optics, didn’t detect him at all. He then looked at the tail end of the small convoy leaving the hanger. He quickly and silently left the cargo hold of the ship, before flattening his back against the door the Maximal soldiers just left. Perhaps if he followed them, they would lead him directly to this Project X…
Ravage took one quick look back at the ship, and silently cursed himself. The pilot of the ship was standing outside of the ship, and staring right at him; he had forgotten all about that Maximal. As the unarmed mech scrambled to get back inside the cockpit to call for help, a red dot appeared on the back of his head.
A silenced shot ended the Maximal’s life, and Ravage put his small pistol away. He then peered into the door beside him, and soundlessly made his way into Colony Omicron.
Here's the two opening scenes as a lil' preview for ya guys!
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The mech silently walked into the viewing room.
He was aboard the Predacon orbital hub, where only those among the highest, or unknown, ranks inhabited. He was one of them. Very few Predacons knew of his existence, and even fewer Maximals. It was his duty as an espionage agent. It had always been his specialty; he knew nothing better than stealth.
A disk was in his hand. He made his way deeper into the viewing room, a stereotypical long room, with a long table, many seats surrounding it. A lone projector resided on the center of the table, in which the mech inserted the disk.
A blue hologram of a small, round table appeared, with three mechs around it. The Tripredacus Council.
“Reporting.” The mech said.
“Agent 0A03. A new assignment has been allocated to you.” Stated the General to the right, aptly named Cicadacon. His voice was deep and commanding.
“Our moles within the Maximal ranks have sent in several reports, all of which claim they have begun a secret project.” Said the General to the left, known as Seaclamp. To some Predacons, his voice would have been considered soft. “The Maximals are attempting to produce something. We have our suspicions, but we aspire for confirmation. Their project has been dubbed ‘Project X’, and they are conducting it on Colony Omicron. Should they succeed, it would cause considerable problems for our uprising, be it what we suspect it is.”
“Your mission, Agent 0A03,” Said the middle General titled Ramhorn. His voice was often claimed to be a blend of his two colleagues’ vocals. “Is to infiltrate Colony Omicron. Find out everything you can about Project X. Once you have, copy the project files, direct them to us, and terminate the subject.”
“What are the conditions?” Agent 0A03 asked.
“You are to make the entire termination of the subject appear… accidental. The Predacons are not to be connected in any way.” The center General said. “If you are caught, we will deny any involvement, and you will be discarded.”
“Departure time?” The agent asked.
“Six mega-cycles.” The right General replied. “The mission has been codenamed “Operation: Godslayer”. Good luck, agent.”
“Understood. Covert Agent Ravage, out.”
Colony Omicron. Outer-perimeter. Megacycle 19.8
Colony Omicron. One of the more well-known Cybertronian space colonies, currently in orbit around the planet Guaro. It was a science facility, used for creating, conducting, and concluding experiments for the benefit of Cybertron. DNA scanners, CR Chambers, and many more common-place machines were developed by the brilliant minds at Colony Omicron.
Ravage was currently aboard a transport cruiser on its way towards the colony. Sneaking aboard was somewhat easy; unfortunately the hanger had been more guarded than he expected. Regardless, he was currently within the cargo hold, observing what was to be used at the Maximals’ discretion. Containment bonds and fields, along with military-grade weapons, all fastened to the wall. Peculiar request for a science facility.
The black and silver Predacon opened up a comlink. “Ravage to Tripredacus Council.” He ordered as a miniature view screen came from his forearm.
“Tripredacus Council.” General Cicadacon replied. “What is your status?”
“I am aboard a vessel on its way to Colony Omicron.” The agent replied. “I should be arriving within the megacycle.”
“Excellent work.” General Seaclamp replied. “When you arrive, you are to report to us when new information of the Maximals’ project has arisen.”
“A Predacon frequency within a Maximal facility would be detected, would it not?” Ravage asked. He decided to tell the Council about the weapons later.
“Under normal circumstances, yes.” General Ramhorn said. “However, your comlink has been fitted with an encoded disruptor field. Only those using Predacon frequencies can detect it.”
“You have also been fitted with an experimental stealth field.” Cicadacon continued. “It has been linked to your old stealth systems, but lacks a true field test. Its power supply is also limited, so use it sparingly.”
“Understood.”
“Remember, Ravage.” Ramhorn said. “This is a stealth mission. The Maximals must not be alerted to your presence.”
“Understood.” Ravage repeated. It was times like these that he wished it was 1984 again, when he could sneak around on Earth with its severely limited technology.
“Contact us when there is new information to account. Tripredacus Council, out.”
It was at that moment that the ship jerked softly. They had landed, presumably at Colony Omicron. Ravage quickly flattened his back next to the hatch door in the back of the ship, as it slowly opened up. He slowly peeked his head out around the corner of the ship to get a view of his surroundings; definitely not an expected sight for a research facility. Instead of seeing assistants and scientists, there were military soldiers, all armed for something seemingly big. The weapons they were holding seemed as if they could take down Megatron himself.
Maximal soldiers began to approach the cargo hold in which Ravage was located. A number of unarmed mechs walked into the hold, with a small amount of soldiers, weapons ready, outside. Without a hitch, all of the supplies were unloaded, and all of the soldiers left to see the equipment was safely delivered.
A few moments of silence passed, before Ravage seemingly melted into sight. He looked his hands over; the cloaking device worked like a charm! The Maximals’ scanners, along with optics, didn’t detect him at all. He then looked at the tail end of the small convoy leaving the hanger. He quickly and silently left the cargo hold of the ship, before flattening his back against the door the Maximal soldiers just left. Perhaps if he followed them, they would lead him directly to this Project X…
Ravage took one quick look back at the ship, and silently cursed himself. The pilot of the ship was standing outside of the ship, and staring right at him; he had forgotten all about that Maximal. As the unarmed mech scrambled to get back inside the cockpit to call for help, a red dot appeared on the back of his head.
A silenced shot ended the Maximal’s life, and Ravage put his small pistol away. He then peered into the door beside him, and soundlessly made his way into Colony Omicron.
Is the answer to this question "No"?
LYSDEXIC DARAPOX.
LYSDEXIC DARAPOX.