During the Times when Unicron the Chaos Bringer and Primus fought, Some People were scared that if they Chose to stay on Cybertron they will die and if Primus were to Fail and Even if Primus won it would still be a Long time to Heal.
So some Cybertr...
Glowing Yellow Clouds of Concentrated plasma and with Skinny Metal Poles Sticking out as the World Flies Past in a Slow Manner, In the Middle of the Clouds is a Hole showing downwards to the Cyberformed Floor that is Metrala. The sight of a Giant Black Tinted Glass Gladitorial arena is seen in the Distance with distant cheering.
Suddenly a Giant Metal Red Bird Swoops down from the Clouds and Flies between the metal Skyscraper's, Twisting its body to fly between two Buildings. The Ground has a Large compound with Femme-ling's and Mech-ling's fighting against eachother with a Cyan armour Painted Vehicle Based Metralian Overviewing them. A Femme-ling rolls out the way of a Punch and grabs a Scraplet teeth forged Training Blade and Blocks the Offensive from her Opponent. The Mech-ling's and Femme-lings are trained at such a Young age that they are the Perfect fighter. The Red bird doesn't stay long as he Dives downwards to gain some speed and Pulls up with extra speed towards the Gladitorial arena, a spiked gate is open with seemingly no one entering so the Gate Aotomatically slowly closes.
The Unknown Bot Transforms and Falls Towards the Ground Seemingly to his Demise but Instead Catches the Spiked Gates and swings Forward, using his Momentum to Flip Backwards and Land. But instead of Gracefully like he Was planning in his Hyper System Based Stupor, Lands Face First into the Cold Ground.
He Quite Quickly Gets up and dusts off his Hydra Steel Armour in a Quick Motion in Hopes no one saw the Extremely embarrassing Display Of Agility. but it Does Reveal his Looks. His whole Body Having the Same Colour Scheme, but no defining insignia, His Servo's Digit's Having a Sharp Claws similar to a Seeker, the Back of His Stabilising Servo's Having Sharp Metal Feathers used for Disconnecting from his Frame and Throwing at the Enemy, His Optic's a Friendly Warrior Crimson.
"Wow. Now I know you were Jealous when I Done it Beaker, but That? That was Just Hilarious" a Voice says with a Chuckle. The now Dubbed Beaker looks to the Sorce to see a Femme, Her Armour is a Blue with a Dark Yellow Theme To it, Her Digits having Feline like Claws and a Tail, Swishing Behind her Frame playfully.
"Shut up Steelstrike, Y-you know its the Feathers that Mess it up!" Beaker Attempts to Defend himself as he Plucks one of his Feathers from his Stabilising Servo's and Chucking it in the Air for Emphasis. He leans on one of his Stabilising Servo's as he Tries to Catch it but Ends up Cutting his Digit, Cuasing a Quiet Exclaimation of Pain. He Quickly picks it back up and puts it in its Slot.
"Yeah Right." Steelstrike says as she Walks past. "Come on Skyguy, your Gonna Miss the Clan Champion Royal" Steelstrike says as Beaker Starts Following. The Clan Champion Royal is a Good Thing, its Design is that instead of using the Normal Titan's Weapons in there Frame, the Games remove that and you have to show your Resourcefulness and Cunning in a Battle, Traps Makeshift Weapons Brawling Etcetera, and the Most Recent Winner Got a Rock from the Environment the Game was Set in and With his Claw Made a Throwing dagger. It was Lucky Metral Tech has Medicine that Prevent being Offline from Energon loss otherwise there Would be Deaths.
Steelstrike and Beaker walk into the Large Stadium to Reveal a Very Large Arena, Easily Surpassing a Few Cycles of Walking, the Current Setting in the Arena is a Snow Based Organic Biome. The Arena itself having a Dome and a Bunch of Hidden Holographic Fields to Simulate a Snowstorm to slowly move the Contents Closer and Closer. The Duo make there Way Through the Crowded Seats and Busy Rows and Make it to there Seat's, they Both Sit down and a Holographic Shows up Displaying a Camera, One has "Fre" in the Corner and a Red X over it meaning he is Eliminated from the Game.
A Server Comes down Each Row to give Every Titan in the Stadium a Cube of Energon, Sure Titan's can Survive like a Organic Year without Drinking Energon, but the Games take a Few Days and People just want to Enjoy themselves when the Watch the Clan's Greatest Warrior's Duke it out in a No Holds Barred Fight!
Meanwhile Inside the Arena A Black Mech with white Etchings on his armour with a Gold Insignia on his shoulder is buried in the snow. In front of him is a Crate to help to Some of the Contender's survive or have some Meterials to make a weapon or two.
A Titan In Clad Blue Armour Slowly Approach with Snow Smeared on his Paint to look Camouflaged, as He Gets Closer and Closer the White and Black Mech Titan Shifts a Little with a Smirk on his Faceplate.
"This is why i always take notes and precautions..." He Mutters as He Clicks a Button in his Servo, Suddenly the Snow Around the Crate Explodes into a Blind like Makeshift Smoke bomb. The Unsuspecting Victim Coughs as he Looks around in a Haze and swings his Arms wildly to try and get the snow away.
The Black and White Armoured Mech Sneaks up Infront of the Swinging Wildly Mech in a Crouch as to be Careful not to get Hit. He taps his Opponent's arm and the Latter Swings Wildly behind him, his Momentum cuasing him to turn around. Taking the Distraction to his Advantage he Hooks the Other Mech's Arms and Starts Squeezing on his Neck Cables, The now Suprised Mech Kicks and Squirms but to no Avail, He slowly goes into Recharge and the Unknown Mech Let's Go. The Mech he was just holding falls down and a noise sounds similar to that of a horn, Indicating he was eliminated.
"Now the spoils go to the Victor" The Mech smirks and walks over to the Crate and opening it, Inside is a Metal Pipe and some Wires which the Mech Gets a Idea.
Meanwhile in a Medical room a Mech doctor who just finished with a Surgery and puts his tools on a table next to the Sink, All of them having Energon Stains on them as he Grabs a Datapad in a Completely Different language then Cybertronian. Though his Patient is a Vehicle based Metralian with a Barrel of a Gun attached to her Shoulder.
His Patient Wakes up and She sits up Gently Rubbing her Forehelm in a Bit of pain thanks to the High grade she had. "The Enhancements are In?" She Asks as she looks at the Medic with a Hetrochromiatic Optics, One red one Blue. "Indeed, though you may Feel Week in The Right Stabilisation Servo and a Urge to Intake more Energon" the Doctor Replies as he Starts Cleaning the Tools. The Femme nods Before Leaving.
Over in space the Cybsrplanet has a Natural Atmosphere showing how it used to be Organic. Bright yellow plasma clouds near the Gladitorial Arena granting the Arena the power it needs to be functional. A Asteroid of a Very shiny titanium look flies by as two Seekers chase After it, Clearly Wanting the Asteroid.
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(Well hello all! This is a repost sadly due to Wattpad not fixing a Glitch that moved some of my Story Parts around and I can move them back to there original Spot. I'm trying to fix it but I have to handle it with long brakes in order think of a way to Combat said Gltich. I hope this doesn't inconvenience any of you lot! But Itakethis as a Blessing since I can edit these older parts of my first Book in order to be less Cringe. Make sure to drink some water and have a Great day!l
