Universal
Soldier
Written by RAMPAGE
You walk out into the streets. “Ahhhh,” You say. “This day’s gonna be good. Hehheee! Cybertron infantry here I come! I can just hear the dames crying!”
You transform into your alternate mode tear down the roads of Cybertropolis. The city is bustling with hundreds of Maximals and Predacons. You skid to a stop and transform. The infantry registration office is just a few blocks down. You want to enjoy it, besides, the roads are crammed with transformers.
Suddenly, a transformer steps out of one of the parked cars. You groan, thinking, “Why do some bots want cars? It’s much more fun to be one,” You take notice of the bot’s car, “Wait a nanoclick, baby! That’s a Jillet 964! One of the hottest vehicles out to date! Wooo, this guys gotta be rich…”
The Transformer starts walking. He purposefully shoves his way through lots of Maximals crowding the streets. “Hmmm,” You think, “this guy looks like he’s got connections. Maybe he could help me get into the infantry easily. Of course, he does look like a snob. Why bother with such a rich lowlife. But if he is one of the ‘higher ups’, then…”
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You go up to the bot, “Ahem,” you cough, “you look like a rich guy. Who are ya?”
“I, dear peasant, am the great Bot Skier,” He says very arrogantly, “And you are in my way!”
Not wanting to give up, you say, “Could I do anything for ya?” (Hey, you’re desperate)
Bot Skier stops. He turns and looks at you. “Actually,” he says, “I need someone to watch my car. I have a quick meeting with Hasbrotron. Will you do that for me, squeaks?”
You grumble. You hate being called squeaks. You ponder over it for a while.
Bot Skier grows impatient, “Watch the car and I’ll reward you handsomely.”
He stands, watching you. You look at your watch, only about 10 cycles till the registration office closes. But, how long does it take to have a quick meeting? 5 cycles, maybe? Then again, what right does this boob have to order you around.
If you want to shout, “Slag you Skier!”
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If you want to remain quiet and just walk away,
click here.
You go up to the bot and give him a big shove! “Yo, rich guy! Who are ya and what’s the deal with parkin’ this Jilet 964 on the side walk?”
“I, dear peasant, am the great Bot Skier,” He says very arrogantly, “And you are in my way!”
Not wanting to give up, you say, “Oh yeah!” You shout sarcastically, “If I could do anything ELSE for ya, just say so!”
Bot Skier stops. He turns and looks at you. “Actually,” he says, “I need someone to watch my car. I have a quick meeting with Hasbrotron. Will you do that for me, squeaks?”
You feel like you’re about to explode. You hate being called squeaks. But, something in you decides to be nice. So, you ponder over it for a while.
Bot Skier grows impatient, “Watch the car and I’ll reward you handsomely.”
He stands, watching you. You look at your watch, only about 10 cycles till the registration office closes. But, how long does it take to have a quick meeting? 5 cycles, maybe? Then again, what right does this boob have to order you around.
If you want to shout, “Slag you Skier!”
click here
If you want to say you’ll watch it, click
here
If you want to remain quiet and just walk away,
click here.
SHOUT TO THE BUM:
Well you built up your throat and shout, “Slag you Skier!”
Bot Skier spins around! He looks really mad. “You will pay for that remark!” He jerks his head to the guard of the building, “Arrest this Maximal scum for assaulting a police commissioner!”
“Uh-oh,” you say.
The guard salutes Bot Skier, “Yes Commissioner Skier!” He runs and grabs you in his massive hands. You are taken to the Cybertropolis City Jail.
There, you pout over your imminent demise. Suddenly, a large burly transformer comes in, “I’m looking for a few good bots, yesssss.”
“Eh,” you say, “What for?”
The transformer turns to you, “For the Predacon infantry, Maximal Scum! This is for Predacons, not Maximals, yesss.”
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mad
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to get mad
DESERVE TO GET MAD:
“I shoulda guessed! A Predacon!” You jump on him and start pounding
him until the guards pull you off.
One of the guards throws you to the side. He turns to the transformer you just beat up, “Sorry about that Megatron.”
“Why didn’t I see that coming,” You mutter to yourself.
Megatron gets up, “This ones a fiery one, yessss. Even though he’s a Maximal. I’ll take him and use him.”
“Yes, sir.” The guard says.
Soon, you are free. Out in the world and on a battle cruiser. Megatron soon learns to hate you and he transfers you off of the Predacon infantry to the Maximal infantry. There, you learn to become an expert marksman and a demolition expert.
THE END
You sit there like a goof and let Megatron pick a few criminal Predacons and leave. You never know what happens to them. Soon, the guard comes in and pulls you out.
“Where ya’ taking me?” You ask.
“It’s time for you to receive your sentence.”
“What? I barely pushed the guy.”
You are brought into a large chamber. The Quintesson bailiff and Judge are standing there. They pt you on a long plank hanging over a pool of Sharkticons.
The Bailiff looks at the Judge, “Do you find the defendant guilty or innocent?”
You stand up and scream, “I want a lawyer!!!!”
The Bailiff repeats himself, “Guilty or innocent?”
The Judge’s face spins and finally speaks, “Innocent!”
You cross your arms, and smile smugly, “Now that’s justice.”
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Suddenly, the plank drops and you fall into the
pit of Sharkticons! They rip you limb from limb until you are reduced
to scraps. The Quintessons laugh at your demise.
If you don't want to, I think you could guess that this is…
THE END
SAY YOU’LL WATCH IT:
“For bootin’ up cold!” You say. But then again, you will get
paid. “Okay, Bot Skier, I’ll watch it.”
“That’s a good bot.” He says and walks away.
He leaves. Soon, you grow bored. You look at the registration office just a block down. Just a few cycles to go till closing time. It would only take a couple of seconds, hmmm.
You look at the car. You over hear two Maximals talking about it. One says, "Look at this! Look at this! He doesn't have enough with the Jillet, but he's got to take up half the sidewalk as a parking space. You know what I'd like to do? I'd like to spit on it!"
The other says, "I would like to see that."
"You think I should? He is using the sidewalk as a parking space. Isn't that against the law or something?"
"Well it definately should be...na, don't bother. Look, he's got a bodyguard watchin' the car." The two Maximals leave.
You start thinking, someone should teach that arrogant snob a lesson. But if you do it, you may not have time to go to the Rgeistration booth. What do you do?
Decide to take the chance and walk away
Decide to stay and watch the car
Teach him a lesson and Scratch the car
WALK AWAY:
You stick your nose high in the air walk away. Before you leave, you
take one last peek at the car. It is amazin’. Why does a proud Maximal
like that deserve such a nice car? You shrug and go towards the office.
Once inside, you see a large obese Maximal with a box of a dozen Techno-doughnuts. He munches slowly. You walk over to him. You smile and say, “So, what does a Maximal have to do to sign up for the Cybertron infantry?”
The Maximal office worker ignores you, still munching his Techno- doughnuts. “I’m eating,” he mumbles through bites.
You look at the time, it isn’t even near lunch. What right does this boob have to tell you off? Of course, you could kiss up to him and try to get him to register you.
Click here to get mad
Click here to kiss up
GET MAD:
You swing your arm and knock the Techno-doughnuts onto the floor!
“How’d you like that, eh Munches?”
He growls. “That’s it, get out!” he says, pointing to the door.
“Predacon,” you mumble as you walk outside.
“What’s that?” he asks back.
You stay quiet and stand outside. You look at the window of the register office. “Holy Pastuerized cheese!”
A sign reading CLOSED was put up. You scream out in frustration! Suddenly, a big green bot stops beside you, “Hey, what’s the problem?”
“I wanted to sign up for the infantry and it’s closed all because of that dumb bot.”
“Well,” the big green giant said, “My commander Optimus wants to recruit some people for an exploration mission. You interested?”
“Hmmm.”
Click here to go with the Green bot.
Soon, Bot Skier comes out. You look at your watch, “It’s about time!”
“Now for your reward,” Bot Skier says. “You get to ride in my car.”
You wince. It’s a good reward, considering the car, but you’d probably be late for the Registration. “Only for a few cycles, you say.”
“Better yet,” Bot Skier says, “I’ll drop you off at the Infantry registration booth.”
“Cheap Skate,” you mutter. You slide into the car. The car IS as nice as it looks. You lean back. “This is great!”
Bot Skier takes out a box of Techno-doughnuts. You reach out to get some, but Bot Skier slaps your hand! You jerk it back, “Ehh, what gives?!!”
“Those are mine! Hands off!” He shouts!
This isn’t such a great ride after all.
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of you
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GO WITH THE GREEN BOT
The two of you walk together. Soon, you reach a huge launch site.
Your jaw drops as you see the gigantic space cruiser come into view.
The big green bot turns to you, “That’s the Axalon.”
“Wow,” you say. You pause, realizing that you don’t even know who your with, “um, hate to say this, big guy, but what’s you name?”
“Heh-he, “ he chuckles, “name’s Rhinox.”
“Rhinox, huh?” you say, “What’s your alternate mode: a rhino?”
“Actually, it’s a tank. I just find Rhinos very interesting. You know they are those horned things from earth…”
“Yeah-yeah, I know what you’re talking about, “ you say.
Soon, you reach the main hangar. There, a large pile of pods lay in the center. “Hehee!” You say, “What you doing with all these coffins?”
A transformer in the center of the room looked at them, “They’re actually just the opposite. They hold living transformers, waiting to be awakened. My best friends came from protoforms…”
“Yeah-yeah, you’re breakin’ my heart.”
The transformer turns to Rhinox, “Rhinox, is this the best guy you could recruit?”
“Actually, yes. Just kidding. There’s a young bot that I’m recruiting tomorrow. By the way,” he says to you, “This is Optimus, the commander of this ship.”
“Optimus, huh?”
“We’ll be launching into space in a few days. It will be quite a ride.”
“If you ask me, this is not the kind of thing I’ve got in my resume, but I’ll bite.”
A few days later, you are on the Axalon flying in space. A small crew is on the ship. Suddenly, Optimus stands up and announces, “The Maximal Elders have just contacted us and told us to chase after a group of rogue Predacons. I’m sorry fellow Maximals, but it appears we’re going to be engaged in battle very shortly.”
You smile. Finally, after the long journey, you are going to be a soldier. Not just a Cybertron Soldier, but a Universal Soldier.
THE END
BE PATIENT:
Bot Skier looks out the window, “Uh-oh. The registration booth
is closed.”
“Great,” you say, “can you guess who’s fault it is?”
Bot Skier doesn’t seem to hear you. He keeps on driving.
“Hey!” You say, “drop me off already, I’ve got a date with a particular fembot.”
Bot Skier keeps on driving silently. Soon, you reach an army base. You enter and Bot Skier drops you off. He shouts to you before he leaves, “Look for Colonel Isenbot! He’s a friend of mine. Tell him that Bot Skier sent you and that he should sign you up.”
Like that, Bot Skier leaves. You walk into the office and follow Bot Skier’s instructions.
Soon, you become a soldier in the Cybertron Infantry. You become famous. Shortly, you become the top ranked soldier in the army and have the respect of your men. Finally, you are a soldier.
THE END
You smile at the obese Maximal. “Hi, soldier boy!” you say, winking at him.
He looks at you for a moment and continues munching.
You cough, getting his attention. “Um, you look really nice today. Who’s your tailor?”
The Maximal grunts and continues right on munching.
Finally you get fed up and sit in the corner to wait for the Maximal officer to finish eating. While you wait, a Predacon comes in. You turn your head away, not wanting to even look at him. The Predacon whips out a gun and points it at the Maximal!
“Hey fatso,” The Pred says, “You tell that wimp army of yours that it’s going down. The Predacons are the rightful warriors.”
You seethe the opportunity and karate chop the Predacon! He drops, knocked out. The Maximal looks up from his crumbs of techno doughnuts. “Thank you,” he says. “Where’d you learn that move?”
“What that old thing? Anyway you’re welcome. Now can you sign me up for infantry or what?”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “We’re out of openings.” He pauses for a moment. “You know, we’ve been having attackers like that threaten us all week. We really need a guard for our registration booth. You up for it?”
You accept and you soon become a guard. Slowly, you climb the ranks and join the maximal infantry. You become a self made soldier, the strongest in the battalion. Finally, you are a soldier.
THE END
SCRATCH THE CAR:
You extract a large laser blade from your pocket. You dart your
eyes left, than right. No ones looking. you go right up to
the Jillet 964 and start scraping the blade across the metal. Soon,
a 4 foot scratch streaks itself across the car. You back away and
stare at what you just did.
"Fine work," you say to yourself, "Deserves a Nobel Prize. Although I wish I could do something more..."
You look and see a Cybertron General coming. You salute in respect. He passes, soon to be followed by a bungling assistant, carrying all the Generals stuff. You can't help but giggle as the assistant tries balancing a pile of army equipment. Suddenly, you notice a grenade drop from the pile. You walk over and pick it up. You're about to call out to the assistant when you stop and think. Someone in your brain looked up grenade. It's an explosive device capableof leveling a vehicle. Than your eyes look at the Jillet 964.
"Eh-heh-heh-heh-heh." You're about to plant it when you stop and think of what you're about to do.
Do you want to plant the bomb and explode the
car?
Do you want to return the bomb to the assistant?
You carefully place it on the under of the car. you squeeze it together, triggering the timer.
"He-hee! This is gonna make some serious -"
Suddenly, Bot Skier comes out of the building. He takes out a Cybertron Credit and is about to hand it to you when -
CRACKABOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMAMAMAMAMAMAMAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Jillet 964 erupts into a magnificent mini mushroom cloud! Parts of the sports car rain down on Bot Skier's paralyzed face. The energy blast knocks Bot Skier to the ground, along with everyone else on the sidewalk! Bot Skier regains consciousness and breaks into tears. He starts kicking and whaling on the sidewalk, crying about his car. "My Jillet!" He screams. "It was the best a man could get!"
"Err," you say, "that's Maximal."
Suddenly, a bunch of guards run and grab you. Apparently, they saw you plant the bomb. They arrest you and place you in jail before you could say Prometheus Unbound.
You get thrown and slammed against a wall in your cell. Soon, you notice a transformer coming in. He's a tall scary looking purple bot.
The transformer says, “I’m looking for a few good bots, yesssss.”
“Eh,” you say, “What for?”
The transformer turns to you, “For the Predacon infantry, Maximal Scum! This is for Predacons, not Maximals, yesss.”
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mad
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to get mad
RETURN THE BOMB:
You feel guilty for what you've done and go and return the bomb to
the Assistant. The assistant thanks you and offers to walk you to
the Registration Building and help you get signed up. The two of
you walk.
You say, "So, uh, how's life in the army."
The young, youthful bot answers, "Oh it rocks! I get to see a bunch of new gadgets and stuff. It's Ultra Gear!"
"So what exactly is your job? You a coffe boy or somethin?"
"Actually, this isn't my permanent job. I'm going to be a space explorer. Have you heard about the Axalon Space Expedition? Anyway, I hear their recruiting and I'm thinking of joining."
"That's nice," you say. Soon, you reach the building.
"Oops!" The young bot says, "My general's calling me. Sorry I couldn't help you with the registration, but nice meeting you."
"Ahhh,' you say to yourself, "I can remember when I was young like that."
Click here to enter the building
Once inside, you see a large obese Maximal with a box of a dozen Techno-doughnuts. He munches slowly. You walk over to him. You smile and say, “So, what does a Maximal have to do to sign up for the Cybertron infantry?”
The Maximal office worker ignores you, still munching his Techno- doughnuts. “I’m eating,” he mumbles through bites.
You look at the time, it isn’t even near lunch. What right does this boob have to tell you off? Of course, you could kiss up to him and try to get him to register you.
