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Chapter 9: A wasted chapter
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"Now what do we do?" asked one of the Predicons
"What do you mean, 'what do we do'!?" shouted one of the Docticon preds, "We have to take them to the CR Chamber!!"
"You really thing the computer would be able to fix MOLTEN SLAG!?"
"Who the phaarm shot Lazorbeak, anyway!?"
"Okokokokokok." One of the smaller predicons was hyperventilating. "we can we can we can... WE'RE DOOOOOOOMED!"
"Shut up, Prozakilen!"
"So what do yooou sugject we do?"
"Democracy!"
"Fool! We're not pussy Maximals!"
"Oligarchy!"
"Fool! What the phaarm is that!?"
"We need to elcet a new leader!" One of the most powerful shouted.
Cheeres went up. "Who is the most powerful?" He demaned.
"Power flows to the know how knows COWS," said yet another transformer (his alt mode was that cow), "firepower alone is not enough"
"That's not what the old Megatron said!"
"Yea? Then who SHOULD we follow?"
"A better question is what we should DO," interupted an old predicon. "Perhapse it would be wiser to turn the ship around and think of a new plan back at the base."
"What!?? FOOL!"
This arguing went on for hours, until unexpectedly the ship's computer announced "Earth less than 1 megacycle away. Cloaking device automaticly activatde. Wepodn systems operatable. No maximals in sight."
"What the slag!? What do we do!?"
"Arg! We did nothing this whole chapter and now we're forced to make a split desicion! SLAAAAAG IIIIIT!"
Then computer's voice announced agian "Caution! 15 maximal boarder gaurds sighted. The Vengance has not yet been detected."
"SLAAG IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLL!!!!"
"What do we do!?"
"Say, YOU haven't said much," one of the other preds said.
Attention has been called to you, the spy, an impressive transformer even on Predicon standards.
"I haven't seen you around... hey now, you're pretty built! Have you had any military training?"
Not lying in the least, you speak out "Well, yes. I have even been trained in the ways of thoes Maximals."
"Whoa, according to your tech specs, your rank is pretty good. In this situation that we are in, we must rally together! Hail... ... what's your name?"
"Armatura Grey" you say.
"HAIL ARMATURA GREY!" the crowd cheers.
Although you are VERY (note to the next chapter-writer) suspicous of this sudden autoritive role you now play, you decide it is best to play along.
"What should we do, Lord Armatura Grey?"
What do you do now?
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