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This is a scene from my Fanfic "Maelstrom". In my storyline Vector Sigma has been manipulating both sides of the war since the get go - keeping the factions in balance and fighting. Things get ugly when the Autobots find out.

Maelstrom - 9 full B&W comics and a few thousand pages of fan-fiction. Rated M for violence and language. illmatar.deviantart.com/galler…

Obviously I am a Transformers fan-girl. The art is mine. The characters are Hasbro's.

Excerpt from Maelstrom text story: Tunnels (Text edited for strong language.) Maelstrom Ch 14 Tunnels Prt A
Author's note: This is part of a LONG series called Maelstrom. It is strictly Gen. 1 - sorry, but that was all that was out when I started writing. If you have not read the nine original Maelstrom Comics and the preceding text stories, I strongly suggest you do.
RATED MATURE FOR VIOLENCE!
For the start of the series:
https://illmatar.deviantart.com/gallery/98749
Tunnels
Optimus Prime met Ultra Magnus at the first rendezvous. He would not meet the City Commander’s optics however, or answer the questions in them. Instead he led Magnus on an intricate “long cut” to the next meeting place.
Jazz was waiting for them as ordered. He’d been given an equally circuitous route to follow to get there. It was plain to Magnus from the intent look on Jazz’s face that the specialist wasn’t worried, just intrigued. Magnus envied him a bit, especially when Optimus curtly ordered them to be silent. It was like

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“How do you know you’ll be able to trust it to do what you say?” Jazz finally asked.

“Several reasons. One, we’re its only prayer against the Jabez. Two, it will soon be aware that if it kills us, Optimus is standing ready to destroy this entire region. Three, I’m going to plant a bomb under its resting site. Gee, it must be a bitch not having hands or anything.” He flashed that viscous grin again, and showed them the tiny but powerful device. Rodi’s companions found it a beautiful sight.

“Can I hold it?” Magnus asked.

Rodimus narrowed his optics suspiciously. “Can I trust you with it?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“OK. But you have to give it back before we get to Vector Sigma’s chamber.” Rodimus said, handing it over. Jazz just shook his head. Magnus looked at it and smiled.

They took turns standing guard while the others shut down and recharged. This was their fourth such stop and the power cells were nearly drained. They could only hope the trip back was less time-consuming than the one down. When they were all feeling stronger they started off again, with Rodi and Magnus taking turns helping Jazz. Rodimus took it as a bad sign that the injured specialist didn’t even argue about the assistance.

It only took them half a day to cover an equal distance to what they had covered in the last three. There were traps but they were all locked or dormant. No drones molested them either. Rodimus smiled grimly to himself. Vector Sigma knew what had brought him down here but not what Rodimus intended to do about it. Perhaps it was hoping to call a truce. There would be no truce. There would be an unconditional surrender if Rodimus had his way. As they neared the chamber, Magnus gave back the bomb without being reminded. Rodimus smirked on the sly at Jazz who only shrugged.

When they entered the chamber Jazz and Magnus were a little surprised to see Vector Sigma up and activated. Rodimus was not. Like everything else about the super computer the need for some kind of activating key or device was a misleading falsehood to add mysticism and discourage annoying visits from pesky Transformers. After all, why make such an dangerous trek if you couldn’t even awaken the thing you wanted to talk to?

There was a moment of silence as three embittered Autobots regarded their creator. Vector Sigma tried to maintain its cover, even though it knew from the holograms that Rodimus had figured out its secrets.

The impressive voice resonated through the chamber. “I AM VECTOR SIGMA. BEFORE CYBERTRON WAS, I WA...”

“You was a Jabez created tinker toy! Shut up, you piece of lying sh**!” Rodimus said. He said it so calmly, that Jazz wasn’t even sure he heard the words correctly. Personally, Jazz felt such a phrase deserved to be shouted as loudly as possible.

“I AM YOUR CREATOR! HOW DARE YO..” the glowing mass of circuitry began.

“Oh, you’d be surprised what I dare to do. Having been on a field trip to meet your designer changes one’s attitude a bit.”

Jazz and Magnus both felt their jaws drop yet again.

“The Jabez designed it? IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU LIKE TO TELL US, RODIMUS?” Magnus roared.

“Not right now,” Rodimus said calmly. Magnus threw up his hands and started pacing furiously.

“I think I need to sit down,” Jazz said weakly, which he did right where he’d been standing.

“Rodimus...how can you be sure?” Magnus asked urgently.

Rodimus smirked nastily, “Because our lying progenitor isn’t as unique as it probably would like. There are two more just like it on the Maelstrom, but they aren’t sentient. Look at it Magnus. It’s the Matrix, only bigger. You don’t amount to much do you Sigma? Just an overblown memory crystal. The Maelstrom is loaded with them. Little ones, big ones, and two huge ones like you. It’s just the lying, manipulating, and murdering that makes you special.”

The crystalline computer pulsed and flared erratically, but remained silent.

“I don’t expect you to own up to it...” Rodimus whispered almost seductively. “It doesn’t matter if you answer me or not. I won’t trust anything you say anyhow.”

Without taking his optics off of it, Rodimus told Magnus, “The Maelstrom carries a network of over 300 Matrix style crystals that Lancer knew of, with two newer versions of Vector Sigma at the heart of it. Now, I am just guessing of course, but the Maelstrom was stolen breaking Pagan out of a Jabez research facility...and they killed a few Jabez to get it. That means the Maelstrom is Jabez handiwork. I saw Matrix style crystals while I was being tortured too. I could be wrong of course, but somehow I don’t think so.”

He smiled, and looked a bit bit deranged as he did so.

“Now then, where was I?” Rodimus said, “OH, yes. Here’s the deal, if you want to stay alive you are going to do exactly what we say, whenever we say it. Really, it’s all very simple.”

“I STILL think we should just destroy it!” Magnus growled, coming to a halt by Rodi’s side. “It can’t be trusted! It lied and manipulated us for our WHOLE history! It has too many lives to answer for!”

Description
This is a scene from my Fanfic "Maelstrom". In my storyline Vector Sigma has been manipulating both sides of the war since the get go - keeping the factions in balance and fighting. Things get ugly when the Autobots find out.

Maelstrom - 9 full B&W comics and a few thousand pages of fan-fiction. Rated M for violence and language. illmatar.deviantart.com/galler…

Obviously I am a Transformers fan-girl. The art is mine. The characters are Hasbro's.

Excerpt from Maelstrom text story: Tunnels (Text edited for strong language.) Maelstrom Ch 14 Tunnels Prt A
Author's note: This is part of a LONG series called Maelstrom. It is strictly Gen. 1 - sorry, but that was all that was out when I started writing. If you have not read the nine original Maelstrom Comics and the preceding text stories, I strongly suggest you do.
RATED MATURE FOR VIOLENCE!
For the start of the series:
https://illmatar.deviantart.com/gallery/98749
Tunnels
Optimus Prime met Ultra Magnus at the first rendezvous. He would not meet the City Commander’s optics however, or answer the questions in them. Instead he led Magnus on an intricate “long cut” to the next meeting place.
Jazz was waiting for them as ordered. He’d been given an equally circuitous route to follow to get there. It was plain to Magnus from the intent look on Jazz’s face that the specialist wasn’t worried, just intrigued. Magnus envied him a bit, especially when Optimus curtly ordered them to be silent. It was like

***********************************************
“How do you know you’ll be able to trust it to do what you say?” Jazz finally asked.

“Several reasons. One, we’re its only prayer against the Jabez. Two, it will soon be aware that if it kills us, Optimus is standing ready to destroy this entire region. Three, I’m going to plant a bomb under its resting site. Gee, it must be a bitch not having hands or anything.” He flashed that viscous grin again, and showed them the tiny but powerful device. Rodi’s companions found it a beautiful sight.

“Can I hold it?” Magnus asked.

Rodimus narrowed his optics suspiciously. “Can I trust you with it?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“OK. But you have to give it back before we get to Vector Sigma’s chamber.” Rodimus said, handing it over. Jazz just shook his head. Magnus looked at it and smiled.

They took turns standing guard while the others shut down and recharged. This was their fourth such stop and the power cells were nearly drained. They could only hope the trip back was less time-consuming than the one down. When they were all feeling stronger they started off again, with Rodi and Magnus taking turns helping Jazz. Rodimus took it as a bad sign that the injured specialist didn’t even argue about the assistance.

It only took them half a day to cover an equal distance to what they had covered in the last three. There were traps but they were all locked or dormant. No drones molested them either. Rodimus smiled grimly to himself. Vector Sigma knew what had brought him down here but not what Rodimus intended to do about it. Perhaps it was hoping to call a truce. There would be no truce. There would be an unconditional surrender if Rodimus had his way. As they neared the chamber, Magnus gave back the bomb without being reminded. Rodimus smirked on the sly at Jazz who only shrugged.

When they entered the chamber Jazz and Magnus were a little surprised to see Vector Sigma up and activated. Rodimus was not. Like everything else about the super computer the need for some kind of activating key or device was a misleading falsehood to add mysticism and discourage annoying visits from pesky Transformers. After all, why make such an dangerous trek if you couldn’t even awaken the thing you wanted to talk to?

There was a moment of silence as three embittered Autobots regarded their creator. Vector Sigma tried to maintain its cover, even though it knew from the holograms that Rodimus had figured out its secrets.

The impressive voice resonated through the chamber. “I AM VECTOR SIGMA. BEFORE CYBERTRON WAS, I WA...”

“You was a Jabez created tinker toy! Shut up, you piece of lying sh**!” Rodimus said. He said it so calmly, that Jazz wasn’t even sure he heard the words correctly. Personally, Jazz felt such a phrase deserved to be shouted as loudly as possible.

“I AM YOUR CREATOR! HOW DARE YO..” the glowing mass of circuitry began.

“Oh, you’d be surprised what I dare to do. Having been on a field trip to meet your designer changes one’s attitude a bit.”

Jazz and Magnus both felt their jaws drop yet again.

“The Jabez designed it? IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU LIKE TO TELL US, RODIMUS?” Magnus roared.

“Not right now,” Rodimus said calmly. Magnus threw up his hands and started pacing furiously.

“I think I need to sit down,” Jazz said weakly, which he did right where he’d been standing.

“Rodimus...how can you be sure?” Magnus asked urgently.

Rodimus smirked nastily, “Because our lying progenitor isn’t as unique as it probably would like. There are two more just like it on the Maelstrom, but they aren’t sentient. Look at it Magnus. It’s the Matrix, only bigger. You don’t amount to much do you Sigma? Just an overblown memory crystal. The Maelstrom is loaded with them. Little ones, big ones, and two huge ones like you. It’s just the lying, manipulating, and murdering that makes you special.”

The crystalline computer pulsed and flared erratically, but remained silent.

“I don’t expect you to own up to it...” Rodimus whispered almost seductively. “It doesn’t matter if you answer me or not. I won’t trust anything you say anyhow.”

Without taking his optics off of it, Rodimus told Magnus, “The Maelstrom carries a network of over 300 Matrix style crystals that Lancer knew of, with two newer versions of Vector Sigma at the heart of it. Now, I am just guessing of course, but the Maelstrom was stolen breaking Pagan out of a Jabez research facility...and they killed a few Jabez to get it. That means the Maelstrom is Jabez handiwork. I saw Matrix style crystals while I was being tortured too. I could be wrong of course, but somehow I don’t think so.”

He smiled, and looked a bit bit deranged as he did so.

“Now then, where was I?” Rodimus said, “OH, yes. Here’s the deal, if you want to stay alive you are going to do exactly what we say, whenever we say it. Really, it’s all very simple.”

“I STILL think we should just destroy it!” Magnus growled, coming to a halt by Rodi’s side. “It can’t be trusted! It lied and manipulated us for our WHOLE history! It has too many lives to answer for!”