Transformers Celestial Force
Battlefield Equestria
Chapter 1
Approximately a hundred miles out from the border of Equestria, was Canis: A city known for its strong military prowess and proud heritage. While the people of Equestria resembled ponies, the people of Canis resembled wolves, a reflection of their fighting spirit.
It was a hot day in the military post a few miles from Canis. Despite this, the men were engaging in routine exercises that tested their strength and durability. As the commander of the base was watching his men do laps around the base, his phone rang. The commander, a well built man, muscles the size of a Tree trunk and shoulders as wide as a Volkswagen. He wore long green pants, black shoes, and his long sleeved jacket concealed a tattoo with the name of his second wife (or was it his third?) in the center of a heart.
The commander picked up the phone and answered with a simple, gruff. "Go ahead."
A young, nervous voice answered. "Sir, we have three unidentified F-22s approaching our position, they haven't radioed or anything."
"I'll be there in a minute." The commander groaned.
*****
"So what about these F-22s, ensign?" The commander asked upon arriving.
The ensign, a thin man with glasses and wearing the traditional uniform, replied. "Well sir, if you don't mind I’d like to show you on the computer."
The commander grunted, but obeyed. He examined the red dots that were closing in on his base's position. Have you contacted them?" The commander asked.
"Yes sir but they haven't responded."
The commander grunted and took the small radio microphone and held it up to his mouth. "Unidentified Aircraft, this is Commander Alexander, if you do not change your heading we will be forced to remove you, do you comply?"
No response.
"I repeat, if you don't leave we will attack you."
Still nothing.
Commander Alexander turned to the ensign. "Go tell Blue Squadron to take those joyriders out of our air space."
"Yes sir." The ensign saluted, and then left to complete his task.
Five F-15 eagles were deployed. In a matter of seconds, they surround the jets.
Commander Alexander says, “This is your final warning. Identify yourselves at once. If you don’t comply, the-”
“Sir,” a voice said over the radio, “there’s another bogey entering airspace.”
“What?” He looked on the radar and there was another unknown aircraft seen on the radar.
Meanwhile, the fourth bogey, a blue F-22 Raptor was flying toward the other jets. What really had the pilots shocked was when it seemed to…
“It’s coming apart!”
“Repeat that?”
“The bogey is falling a- Wait… No it’s not... It’s changing!”
The unknown jet changed its form revealing white detailing as well. He had a symbol which resembled a red, humanoid face.
“A what?”
But it didn’t end there. Just then, the other three aircraft began changing into giant robots. However, their designs were vastly different. They seemed to have more menacing details, whereas the other had a sleeker design and a mask (maybe to look cooler). Another noticeable difference was that they had symbols that looked like purple, triangular crown-faces.
The white robot was the first to speak.
“So, an Autobot has decided to crash the party after all,” he said. No response.
“I guess he’s one of those silent types,” the blue robot said, “Too bad, I love it when they talk.”
“Oh yea, well I’ve got some words for you,” the lone robot finally said, “Eat plasma!”
He took his shield and pointed it at them, prompting it to transform into a cannon. He fired at the three jets.
“Well, looks like this one’s got an attitude! Time for some discipline,” The purple one yelled, pulling out a large shotgun.
“Any last words,” The blue one asked.
The five wolves could only watch, unsure of what was happening.
“I really need to lay off the Brave,” one of the soldiers commented.
Finally, the lone bot said, “Yeah, I’ve got some. Look up.”
The white robot laughed. “Ha! What makes you think we’ll fall for-”
Almost immediately, a black SR-72 dives in before changing into robot mode. It also sports the same faction logo as the other robot. He immediately slams into the purple robot.
“Heh, you cons used to be better at looking up.” The black robot picked up the purple robot and threw him into the white one.
“Bulls eye!”
The blue one jumped on the back of the black robot. The black one quickly reacted and pulled off a back flip and the blue robot fell off. “And that, Lancewing, is how you make Frito Seeker-”
A sudden explosion interrupted the black robot, the entire base had exploded. The two robots drew their weapons and pointed them at the other three- they were gone.
“What...was that,” The white and blue one breathed heavily.
*****
“Phase one complete, Lord Megatron.”
"Excellent, Soundwave. Now, commence with phase two."
"As you command."
A blue Scion xB darts into the entrance of the base before transforming into robot mode. Try as they might, the soldiers couldn’t even scratch the paint despite the number of rounds that were pouring from their guns. Like the jets, the car transformed. His chest opened up. “Rumble, Ravage, eject. Operation:Passcode.”
Two disks ejected from the opening. One was blue while the other was black. Both of them transformed, but both of the robots were vastly different in design; the blue one had a humanoid body while the black one resembled a panther. “Pathetic wolves,” The black one said, in a deep russian accent, “Weak, fleshy dogs.”
“Yeah, time to crack some nuts.” The blue one said, pounding his fists together.
“That needs work.”
“Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“Don’t ask.”
“Hatas gonna hate, Ravage.” The blue robot then deployed his piledrivers.
Ravage darted towards one of the wolves and clamped onto him, literally chewing him up. The wolf was screaming in pain, “GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF!” A slash to the neck was enough to silence him. “Too loud for my taste.”
“Ooh! Nice, but-” The blue robot ran to the nearest wolf.
“GET AWAY FROM-” Rumble shut him up with a quick hit to the chest.
“Ravage, Rumble, time is limited. Focus on the mission.”
“You heard him Ravage,” The blue one said, “Stop wasting time.”
“Ya, ya.” Ravage swiped another wolf across the stomach, before rushing toward the large, main building.
*****
Five vehicles were driving in: a red Lamborghini Diablo SV, a yellow Chevrolet Camaro ZL1, a white ambulance, a black Hummer H2, and a white Ford Expedition. All four transformed into robot modes, while the Expedition transformed into a wolf. All five sported humanoid faction logos.
The red robot turned to his team, most likely the leader of the group. “Bumblebee, Anthri, evacuate the base.”
“Yes sir,” The yellow one, Bumblebee, replied, while the wolf merely nodded.
“Ironhide, I want you to find out what the Decepticons are after and stop them.”
“Ya got it Prime,” the black one replied.
“Ratchet, I want you to recover as many soldiers as possible.”
“Roger,” the white femme said before immediately darting off.
The leader pulled out his gun, and walked over to the three jet-cons, pointing his gun at them. “Why are you here?”
“Sight-seein’,” The black one spat.
“Wrong answer,” The red bot shot at the black one’s stabilizing servo.
“Gah! What was that?!”
“I will have your head Prime,” the white one screamed as he flew over Optimus and began firing at him.
Optimus was too quick and shot him squarely in the chest.
“Gahh!!”
“You never learn Starscream!” He was about to destroy his damaged enemy, but as he charged his gun-
"Prime!"
Optimus powered down his gun and turned to face his enemy. “Megatron.”
A silver mechanoid stood before him. He was twice the size of Optimus and was made up of tanker truck parts. On his right arm was a huge fusion cannon. "Optimus! How good to see you again."
Optimus draws his swords.
*****
Ravage made his way to the main terminal. “Rumble, I have found the main terminal. I’ll cover you while you extract the data.”
"Uh huh, just keep em off my back."
“I will, not that they’ll do much.”
"Yeah," Rumble said as he moved to the terminal. Wires came out of his fingers and attached to the terminal.
Ravage watched as several wolves ran towards him. "Run, run little pups. Run to your death!" Ravage prepared to lunge at them when he saw a certain black robot heading towards him. ‘So, the big boys have come to play…’ He immediately turned to Rumble. “Rumble, you might want to speed it up. We have some big trouble.”
"How bad can it be?"
The black robot fired a gun blast.
"Slag it!"
“Just keep your mouth shut and get to work.”
"So I get to play with the kitty cat, huh?"
Ravage growled.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." He fired a grenade at Ravage, but he moved stealthily out of the way. Ravage deployed a proton bomb at Ironhide. It hit him, but the armor was incredibly durable; it was so durable that it only scratched the paint.
“You’ll have to do better than that.”
But Ravage was nowhere to be seen.
“Come here, little kitty,” Ironhide taunted. Ironhide suddenly felt Ravage latch onto his head. “Get off me,” Ironhide attempted to grab the robo-cat off his helm, but Ravage was too quick. Ironhide then transformed into vehicle mode. Fearing he would be crushed by the shifting metal, Ravage jumped off his foe. Ironhide turned to face Ravage, deploying his Stealth Force mode. Ravage dodged the several shots that Ironhide fired. “Don’t you wanna play?”
“Ravage, I got the data! Let’s go!”
“Oh no ya don’t!” Ironhide pointed his stealth force weapons at the Deployers. Ravage coughed up a metallic sphere, which let out a huge smokescreen. Ironhide transformed to robot mode and fanned away the smoke, but his opponents were gone!
******
Meanwhile, the two leaders were fighting against each other. Optimus was pinned against a warehouse wall. Megatron attempted to shoot Optimus in the face, but Prime was able to raise his shield in time. Megatron fired a few blasts at Prime’s chest. While they made it through the armor, they did not reach his spark. Optimus tried to muster up enough strength to push Megatron off, but the tyrant was too powerful. Prime took one of Megatron’s daggers that were mounted on his legs and stabbed him in the side.
Megatron grunted at the pain, and took the other dagger, swiftly thrusting it into Optimus' hip. Megatron continued driving it in, harder and harder, Energon gushing out.
Optimus decided to try something that was unconventional, he took out Megatron’s dagger and stuck his arm into the wound.
“What on Cybertron are yo-” An excruciating pain jolted through Megatron’s body. “AAGH!!!!!”
Optimus Prime had successfully ripped out Megatron’s T-cog, an organ within a Transformer that enables them to transform. Optimus wrapped his fist around the T-cog, and crushed it.
“NO!”
“Do you want it back?” Optimus sneered behind his mask.
Megatron punched Optimus hard in the side of his head. “Decepticons! Retreat!”
With that, all of the Decepticons evacuated the scene.
“Ratchet, status report.”
“We have a good many injured, but the good news is that there are fewer wolves dead,” Ratchet answered.
“Good. Bumblebee, Anthri, what of the other soldiers?”
“They’ve all been evacuated Big-bot,” Bumblebee replied.
“Good.”
“Bad news Prime,” Ironhide said as he drove up, “The Decepticons managed to get the data they were after.”
“Are you sure?”
“They hightailed it out of there as soon as Rumble finished.”
“Find out what they recovered and report back to me.”
“Roger that Prime. Downloading now.”
“Prime,” Jetfire called over comm.-link, “We better get going, the local press is arriving.”
“Understood.” He switched to Ironhide’s link. “Ironhide, I need this done ASAP.”
“I’m trying, Prime! But I ain’t as young as Bee or Lancewing.”
“Fine, but get back to our meeting place as soon as you finish.”
“Understood, Prime.”