Last
Hope
Prologue
by Nurannoniel The Insane Mutant
Elf
A/N:
Okay, I’ve been looking for an excuse to add my own piece of work into the
growing theme of “Predacons are the good guys.” Here’s my attempt. I
don’t own Beast Wars, but since this takes place after (no Beast Machines!
Disregard BM! I Hate it, I refer to it as little as humanly possible) the only
things I don’t own are Cybertron, the factions, and Uncle Cameo. You’ll
find out what I mean by that in the next chapter. Duel, the plot, and later on
Synchrotron are MINE!
P.S. Thanks go out to Pun Prince, my mom, and Starath for being my editors.
This would be one boring piece of slag if it weren’t for you three.
Duel
rushed out of the school building on her way to the meeting taking place
across town. She was late! All because of a detention she’d earned while
arguing with a teacher over Cybertronian rights.
Earlier
that week the missing Axalon
crew had returned from ancient Earth, with the Predacon who had stolen the
Golden Disk acting as the hood ornament on their ship. Duel snickered. Her dad
had had a cow when he heard about that. A couple of days later, the Maximal
High Council had announced that all Predacons on Cybertron were to meet in her
home town for some reason. No one knew why, but Duel hoped it would have
something to do with peace. She hated fighting with the Maximals, much to her
classmate’s disbelief. Duel jumped on the city bus and moved to the back.
She
stretched out and noticed everyone staring at her. She hummed at the
realization that she was the only Predacon on the bus.
"Boogaboogabooga!"
She laughed. Everyone else jumped and cowered. The bus stopped.
“Hey!”
Duel cried as the driver kicked her off the bus. “I paid! It’s not my
fault you Maximals can’t take a joke!” The bus driver just pulled away.
“Great, now I’m going to be even later. Uncle better fill me in when I get
there...” Duel started walking in the direction the bus had taken.
Duel
had dark blue “skin” and medium black hair tied in pig tails. (It isn’t
real hair, just decoration.) Her audio receptors were like long elf ears, and
when she had her powered up compound bow and arrows, a lot of ‘bots mistook
her for some sort of dark elf from the ancient Earth stories. This made her
feel important, because she loved those myths. She’d even tried to learn the
Drow language, just so she could scare people. She
may not have liked war, but scaring the local mechs
was still fun.
A
mega-cycle later, she’d finally made it to the place where the Predacons
were supposed to gather. It was just around the corner. Duel was humming to
herself when she walked around the building and saw the smoke and ash, the
Predacons running and screaming with Maximal soldiers chasing them, and worse
of all, the bomb going off in the center of the crowd. Her uncle was running
out of the fenced off area where the bomb had gone off. The blaze was right
behind him.
Duel
froze. “UNCLE!!!”
***
To
be continued?