Capítulo 3: Old Allies, Dark Times
While Scorcher began to recharge his cells, he dreamed of what it was like in the old times; everyone was peaceful. There was no war, only the great vast unexplored space. Hell, Scorcher himself was just a civilian until the war. Optimus and Megatron, or Galvatron, as he had called himself before going mad, were friends, and everything was peaceful. The only thing Cybertron needed to worry about were bandits, Cybertronians gone crazy. Scorcher lived in a peaceful village out on the Cybertronian Plains, where energon was farmed and sold to Star Scream, the commander of Cybertron's navy. Scorcher's old friend, Train Trek, lived there and worked with him so they could make the currency their village required.
"Scorcher, why is it that you decided to move out to this part of Cybertron instead of staying in the Cities?" Train asked as he set up an energon pump to an energon tanker.
"Well, the political activity was really getting to me, so I just moved out here to help the Farms." Scorcher replied, activating the pump. The raw Pure energon that came from the Lakes in the canyon below was now flowing up the tube, into the Tanker they had just set up.
"Well, it's good to know that there are still people who can still do the good work. People in the cities have no idea where their energy comes from, and without us, things would go into complete chaos." he said, walking away from the pipe and towards Scorcher.
Scorcher turned his head, looking off in the distance. He heard a light rumble coming from the empty plains. He focused and saw a group of raiders coming towards the village. He noticed the colors they wore and saw that it was the infamous Blades, ran by a despicable Cybertronian known as Blade.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! GIVE US THE DARKNESS!!!!!" Scorcher heard Blade yell. The rest of his men followed him with a war cry.
"Train, defensive positions!" Scorcher yelled, running towards the village, "We're being attacked!" he nodded and ran to the tower. Scorcher ran towards his little tent and pulled out one of his revolvers, Vengeance. He then walked out of the tent, twirling his weapon, watching as the civilians ran to their homes. Scorcher gripped firmly onto the handle and took aim, focusing on his target. He fired a shot, and one of the raiders fell. They then jumped out of their ALT modes, and began running, weapons drawn. Scorcher pulled out a blade of his own, one that was handed down to him from an old friend, and began to battle the Blades. They loved to use swords made from the people they killed.
"Beasts! I'll kill you all!" Scorcher shouted, cutting through Blades and firing his pistols when presented the opportunity. Train Trek came out, carrying a large war hammer, smashing more Blades. The Blades were a large group of raiders, taking in any Cybertronian that had gone mad. Nobody had been able to figure out what had caused the madness that afflicted the Blades, but it continued to spread. Train Trek and Scorcher continued to fight the group of Blades until there was only one left, Blade. He laughed as he pulled out a second blade.
"The village only has you two pathetic losers to protect it? HA!" he twirled his swords, ready to spill energon. Train Trek looked to Scorcher, raising his hammer. "Just like our ancestors used to fight." He grinned.
Scorcher nodded, holstering his pistol and pulling out the second half of his sword. He clasped the hilts together and the two became one. Scorcher then changed his footing, prepared to attack Blade…
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