Interactive Stories
Chapter 6: A Shocking Proposal

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Sandstrike bolted up at the name spoken by the Elder.

"No!" he exclaimed, as the bot in question walked on to the stage.

It only took him a few moments, however, to realize that this was not who he thought he was. Though he had a similar structure in many ways, and had even at times worn colors similar to the Transformer on the stage, this was clearly not the illustrious former leader of the Decepticons, believed dead for a thousand years. Through some claimed Megatron and Galvatron were one in the same, even Galvatron was dead. Sandstrike had witnessed the event himself.

Sandstrike's fears were more fully allayed when the purple and grey Predacon spoke. "Ahh, good evening Maximals," he seemed to have trouble with the last word. "I have been sent by my government as an emissary of peace, yes. We Predacons have truly repented our sins and changed our ways. We no longer wish to live exiled from our beautiful home planet, as you can well imagine.

"Over the course of the next few decacycles, I and my, ah, entourage will be involved in negotiations with the ever gracious Maximal Elders in the procurement and settlement of several of your outer planets. Unpopulated ones, of course. We have no expansionist agendas, and mearly wish to be closer to our planet of construction. I hope this day will be the beginning of a new era of peace between you, the Maximals, and we, the Predacons, yes. Thank you, all".

"Thank you, Ambassador Megatron," said Elder Mason, as the Predacon ambassador departed the podium. "Further negotiation on this matter can be seen on datanet channel 147 at posted times. For our next matter at hand, I pass voice to Elder Gondo...."

Sandstrike was troubled. The Predacons? Return to this galaxy? Sandstrike wasn't sure the Elders knew what they were doing in this case.

As the Elder continued speaking, and not to mention while Sandstrike was lost in thought, Abyss turned to him and spoke. "Sandstrike". She waited a second, then tapped him on the shoulder, "Hey, daydreamer, wake up!"

"Wha..?"

"I've seen the rest of the itinerary. Noting else interesting is scheduled. Want to skip out on the rest and go check the 'Nets for more on this Predacon thing?"

Sandstrike replied...


What do you do now?

"Good idea. We can rescedual my form-reassignment session while we're at it."
"No, we really should stay for the rest of this. Who knows what else may happen?"



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