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AS THE HEAVENS RAGE, IT'S ALL OR NOTHING AS THE WAR WITHOUT END... ENDS!

G'Day all,

In celebration of the Beast Wars 20th Anniversary, the script for Issue #1 of TRANSFORMERS: DEICIDE is now online for your reading pleasure!

If you haven't done so already, browse the outline of the story here so you can hit the ground running!

This is the story that I pitched to IDW earlier in the year. Sadly, given that IDW have their hands full with three on-going comics, the upcoming REVOLUTION event, and the fact this story isn't set in their main Transformers continuity, there's little chance it will be brought to life.

DEICIDE is the natural end-point for my larger Transversal Continuity -- the culmination of a decade's worth of writing. The story has been complete for some time now, ready for this year's Beast Wars anniversary celebrations -- but it appears both Hasbro and IDW missed the memo. Neither look likely to even acknowledge the occasion. (TakaraTomy on the other hand -- WOW!)

But that doesn't mean we can't celebrate. So as you read through the scripts (those for Issues 2, 3 and 4 will be online in due course), understand that the I wrote the story to honour Beast Wars. The TV series and the toys came into my life when I was 10, and I am pleased to say they've never left.

Read, comment and enjoy.
- Rh1n0x.

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I'm a Transformers Fan and have spent the best part of the last decade writing stories that I'm hoping some great artists here on DA might be able to help me turn into a Comic Book Series.
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TRANSFORMERS: DEICIDE


Issue #3 (of 4)

PAGE ONE


PANEL ONE
A darkened command room is host to some of Cybertron’s greatest warriors of the age. Maximus Prime, Magmatron, Silverbolt, Ironhide, Prowl, Lyo and Optimus Primal. The Predacon Snapper is also present, bolstering the Predacon presence. They stand around a circular table, at the centre of which is a 3D holographic representation of Cybertron. A number of red dots representing enemy ships can be seen in a pattern around Cybertron, as well as a large mass in the distance -- Unicron.

1 SNAPPER
Their ships have formed up around the planet. Our window for a pre-emptive strike has all but closed.

2 LYO
Pre-emptive? What exactly did you have in mind?

PANEL TWO
A close-up of Snapper. There is no apology in his face.

3 SNAPPER
Stick a rocket up Prime’s exhaust and get him up there.

PANEL THREE
Lyo and Ironhide each have their arms crossed. They glare back at Snapper. In the background, Maximus Prime continues to study the display. His brow is heavy.

4 LYO
Are you insane?

5 IRONHIDE
You’d risk throwing away the Matrix? Our last line of defence?

PANEL FOUR
Snapper leans onto the table. His glare at Prime is exaggerated by the light from the display. Magmatron stands next to him in the relative darkness, also deeply contemplating the hologram.

6 SNAPPER
How many of us have to die before you step up?

7 MAGMATRON
As many as it takes.

PANEL FIVE
Snapper turns his scathing look to Magmatron. Further around the table, Prowl and Silverbolt try to calm the planning meeting and move it forward.

8 PROWL
But that’s why we’re here -- to try and minimise that number.

9 SILVERBOLT
Correct.

10 SILVERBOLT
Now, none of you have seen the Cybertronian Empire in action, but I have, and their modus operandi is simple: Their warships sit in orbit, just outside the range of any planetary defences, and bombard the surface, giving cover while troops are landed.

11 SILVERBOLT
Its equal parts brutal and effective.

PAGE TWO

PANEL ONE
Green dots rise from the surface of the holographic planet to meet the red ones.

1 SILVERBOLT
Here’s the game plan:

2 SILVERBOLT
Every Fighter, Starhopper, armoured shuttle and transport we can find will try to take out their landing craft, helped along by whatever the Preds have hidden away.

PANEL TWO
Snapper tries to argue but Ironhide raises a threatening finger and points it squarely at him. Beside Ironhide is Optimus Primal, standing silently with arms crossed.

3 SNAPPER
What makes you think-

4 IRONHIDE
Don’t even try it, Snapper. Primal’s crew still have the scars to prove the Preds have been up to a lot in recent years -- so shut it.

PANEL THREE
Silverbolt continues his briefing. The hologram changes to show a representation of a platoon of soldiers in formation. An enemy transport ship flies down towards them.

5 SILVERBOLT
Nicely put.

6 SILVERBOLT
Our radar systems will keep track and report in on any ships that do get through, giving us time to form up and engage them before they land.

7 SILVERBOLT
Chances are the warships won’t waste too much time in taking out our global communications arrays, so it’ll be down to shortwave radio after that.

PANEL FOUR
Ironhide put his hands on his hips. He has a slightly more forlorn look on his face as he stares at the display.

8 IRONHIDE
Deaf and blind. I always liked an uphill battle, but this…

9 SILVERBOLT
It’s not ideal, but Maximal Command will relay information to everyone as best it can.

PANEL FIVE
Snapper is still leaning on the table.

10 SNAPPER
But what about these warships? Even if we do manage to take out the troops, they’ll wipe the planet clean!

11 PROWL
That’s why Primal is here. Once more, we’ll be asking for a miracle from the crew of the Axalon.

12 DIALOGUE PANEL (RATTRAP)
We’re doin’ what?!

PAGE THREE

PANEL ONE
Inside a large aircraft hangar, Cheetor is painting a name (AXALON II) on the front of the hull of the Autobot shuttle, which is still showing all the signs of its traumatic return to Cybertron. Silverbolt is perched on top of the wing of the shuttle, mask on, as he welds some panelling. Optimus Primal is walking towards the large doorway on the side of the shuttle. He has a slightly bemused look on his face as he looks over his shoulder at Rattrap, who is standing rooted to the ground, arms outstretched in protest.

1 RATTRAP
Have you forgotten our last trip in this bucket of bolts?

2 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
That’s your biggest problem with this plan?

PANEL TWO
Primal steps inside the shuttle. Rattrap is still rooted to the spot. He calls after him.

3 RATTRAP
Oh, no -- ‘cos if Rhinox can actually get this thing workin’ again and it gets off the ground, we’ll have the honour of bein’ turned into fireworks for the rest of the planet!

PANEL THREE
Primal walks down the centre corridor of the shuttle. Blackarachnia is typing into a computer terminal. Rattrap pokes his head in the doorway.

4 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Because of the ship’s vintage, it won’t register as a threat to the Empire fleet, allowing us to slip in unnoticed. That’s the theory anyway.

5 RATTRAP
A theory? I’m getting back into this death-trap because of a theory?!

6 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
It’s Prowl’s theory, so it’s got some credibility.

PANEL FOUR
Rattrap is left deflated and rooted to the spot once again.

7 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Before you even say it, Rattrap -- yes, we probably will.

PAGE FOUR

PANEL ONE
Optimus walks into the shuttle’s cockpit, where Rhinox is holding tools and covered in dirt and grime.

1 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
How’s it coming?

2 RHINOX
She’s about set to go.

3 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
You’re kidding?

4 RHINOX
It helps when you’re not working from scraps.

PANEL TWO
Rattrap enters the cockpit, still complaining.

5 RATTRAP
And what if someone just happens looks out a window and sees this golden hunk-a-junk?

6 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Prowl thinks their ship will be on autopilot with a minimal crew.

7 RATTRAP
He thinks?

PANEL THREE
An angle from behind Rattrap, looking up. Rhinox and Optimus look down at him, each with a small smile on their face. Primal places a consoling hand on Rattrap’s shoulder.

8 RATTRAP
It ain’t too late to ask for a transfer, is it?

9 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Get strapped in.

PANEL FOUR
Primal walks out of the cockpit, leaving Rattrap and Rhinox looking at each other.

10 RATTRAP
We’re all gonna die.

11 RHINOX
Yep.

PAGE FIVE

PANEL ONE
A backdrop of swirling black and dark blue tones. It is the Void. In the foreground, the Vok Entity looks around, while Primus stands solemnly, saddened by their surroundings.

1 VOK ENTITY
We know this place.

2 PRIMUS
Yes. The irrevocable nothingness in the wake of Unicron’s other victories. This is the Void.

PANEL TWO
Primus looks to the Vok Entity, who stares out into the nothing.

3 RPIMUS
“That which does not become part of the one shall become void”. Does that sound familiar?

4 PRIMUS
On one of your other visits to Earth, and in the guise of none other than Unicron, you threatened Optimus Primal with those very words.

5 VOK ENTITY
We sought perfection.

PANEL THREE
(Flashback) On an alien planet, The Swarm ravages the indigenous population, consuming them.

6 DIALOGUE PANEL (VOK ENTITY)
Our meeting with the Matrix revealed the cost of the Swarm’s destructive nature. We set about rectifying it.

7 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
To bring balance?

8 DIALOGUE PANEL (VOK ENTITY)
To atone.

PANEL FOUR
(Flashback) Optimus Primal and his Maximals engage Megatron and his Predacons around the Standing Stones.

9 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
And of the myriad of paths you could have taken to redemption, you chose the creation of new life. Life that would one day evolve to join with you -- to become part of the one.

PANEL FIVE
(Flashback) The second moon in orbit around the Earth has opened, revealing a weapon set to cleanse the planet of life. A tiny Stasis pod can be seen travelling up towards it.

10 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
You were unwavering in your quest of that end -- willing to sacrifice that which you thought to have strayed from the desired path. But each time, in the aftermath of destruction, you created life once again, and in doing so, you demonstrated an understanding of the cycle -- of the two opposing forces and the balance that must exist between them.

PAGE SIX

PANEL ONE
Back in the Void, Primus gestures to the great expanse of nothing.

1 PRIMUS
So I ask you now, staring out at the Void --Do you see balance? Do you see perfection?

PANEL TWO
The same angle as the previous panel, but this time, the Vok Entity is looking up and around for the source of the dark voice. Primus’ head drops slightly.

2 DIALOGUE PANEL (UNICRON)
I do.

PANEL THREE
A serpentine ribbon of energy coils around Primus, like a pulsating, orange tongue made of flame. Primus looks greatly unamused and unthreatened.

3 UNICRON
Primus. How often we’ve danced this little dance, but never for an audience...

PANEL FOUR
The coils wrap around the Vok Entity, who looks much more concerned.

4 UNICRON
What are you?

5 VOK ENTITY
If Primus is to be believed, we are your vanquisher.

PANEL FIVE
The ‘head’ of the pulsating ribbon ‘looks’ at Primus, while still coiling around the Vok Entity.

6 UNICRON
This, Primus? This is your Xal?

PANEL SIX
The ‘head’ looks back to the Vok Entity.

7 UNICRON
And do you believe? Primus has, without doubt, told you of my misdeeds -- my destruction of reality and all that call it home.

8 UNICRON
You must be without doubt about one other thing, however -- Primus, himself, is not without sin.

PAGE SEVEN

PANEL ONE
The ribbon coils up and down the body of the Vok Entity.

1 PRIMUS
You will not twist this one as you have twisted others.

2 UNICRON
Did Primus mention that it was he who discovered how to move between realities? That he encouraged me to try?

PANEL TWO
The coiling mass seems to pulsate with anger.

3 PRIMUS
I saw through your lies to what you truly desired, and I made to stop you.

4 UNICRON
You watched on, silently, as I was stripped of function.

5 PRIMUS
You brought it on yourself.

PANEL THREE
The coiling mass moves around the head of the Vok Entity, almost lovingly. Whispering sweet nothings into the Vok Entity’s ear.

6 UNICRON
Abandoned by my Brother and left to die.

PANEL FOUR
Primus grabs hold of the coiling ribbon and hurls it away.

7 PRIMUS
Enough!

PANEL FIVE
The ribbon is unaffected and begins to form a more solid, bipedal form.

8 UNICRON
Violence, Primus? That’s unlike you. Destruction is not in your nature…

PANEL SIX
The form has become solid, as we have a close-up of Unicron’s eyes, looking evil.

9 UNICRON
But there is nothing else in mine...

PAGE EIGHT

PANEL ONE
Rattrap sits casually perched on the top of the Command Chair of the Autobot Shuttle. Optimus Primal is at the helm. He has a look of deep concentration on his face as he grips the controls tightly.

1 RATTRAP
All I’m sayin’ is why does it have to be our darkest hour? Why let it get that bad?

2 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Rattrap, now really isn’t the time.

PANEL TWO
Looking out of the cockpit window from behind the two Maximals, we see the sky is alight with explosions and laser fire as the Autobot Shuttle heads for Space. Cybertronian Empire landing craft are being chased by Maximal ships. It’s a hectic and dangerous environment outside, and Primal is trying to steer the ship safely through it all. Rhinox is at a computer terminal at the rear of the cockpit.

3 RATTRAP
If it looks like its getting’ a little dim, why wait for it to get any darker before they use the Matrix?

4 RHINOX
I bet Ultra Magnus was thinking the same thing on Junkion.

PANEL THREE
Optimus Primal leans back in his seat slightly, relaxing after a tense few minutes.

5 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
We’ve broken the outer atmosphere. Are we still one piece?

PANEL FOUR
An external shot of the Autobot Shuttle as it moves out of Cybertron’s orbit and into space. All around the globe, Cybertronian Empire Battlecruisers sit in orbit and bombard the surface.

6 SILVERBOLT (OS)
By Primus!

PANEL FIVE
Inside the Shuttle’s cockpit, Silverbolt and Cheetor have entered the cockpit and are standing on either side of the command chair. They all look out the side of the window and down at the planet being attacked.

7 RATTRAP
Well, doesn’t that take the cheese.

8 SILVERBOLT
Suddenly our assignment doesn’t look so bad, does it, Rattrap?

9 CHEETOR
So far so-

PAGE NINE

PANEL ONE
The shuttle suddenly lurches, as if it’s just been shot. Everyone but Optimus falls to the floor. The lights inside the shuttle glow red in alarm.

1 SFX
GRRRRNNNNN

PANEL TWO
Rattrap sits bolt upright and points a finger straight at Cheetor.

2 RATTRAP
You just had to jinx it, didn’t ya, kid?

PANEL THREE
Optimus steadies the shuttle and gives Rattrap and Silverbolt a terse look. Rhinox leans against the terminal he was working at for support.

3 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
It was just some debris. The kind I asked you to keep an eye out for.

4 RHINOX
There’s a mass of subspace traffic moving through a ship up ahead.

PANEL FOUR
Rhinox leans on the side Optimus chair and points to a ship in the distance.

5 RHINOX
If the automation systems were being controlled from anywhere, that’d be out best bet.

6 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Good work.

PANEL FIVE
An external shot of the Autobot Shuttle, heading towards a Cybertronian Empire ship in the distance. Cybertron is still getting bombarded by other ships in orbit.

7 OPTIMUS PRIMAL (OS)
Alright, Maximals -- Lock and load!

PAGE TEN

PANEL ONE
Magmatron walks forwards between the formed up lines of a platoon of Predacon soldiers. Some look keen, others look downright terrified.

1 MAGMATRON
At the end of the Great War, our armies were betrayed. Betrayed and dismantled by those who commanded them -- fearing the wrath of Time upon their Sparks. But they had forgotten one thing…

PANEL TWO
Magmatron arrives at the front of the platoon and turns to face the amassed Predacons.

2 MAGMATRON
We are Predacons!

3 MAGMATRON
We know no fear!

PANEL THREE
A close-up of a Predacons cocking their weapons.

4 MAGMATRON (OS)
Today, we reform the lines.

5 MAGMATRON (OS)
Today, we take back our honour.

6 SFX
CH-CHK

PANEL FOUR
Magmatron, still facing the Predacons, draws his sword. His is brimming with power and passion. In the background, there is a squad of Cybertronian Empire troops marches towards them, flanked by their landing craft.

7 MAGMATRON
Today -- We carve our name into Time’s very face!

8 SFX
SHHHIIII

PANEL FIVE
Magmatron turns and charges towards the reader, sword raised. The Predacons behind him charge forwards too.

9 MAGMATRON
We shall never be forgotten!

PAGE ELEVEN

PANEL ONE
In a hangar bay on board the Cybertronian Empire ship, the Autobot shuttle has landed. Cheetor and Blackarachnia have their weapons drawn as they cover the front and rear or the vessel. Silverbolt and Rhinox are at the bottom of the gangway as Rattrap exits the shuttle.

1 SILVERBOLT
Be sure to pass your compliments on to Prowl when you next see him, Rattrap.

2 RATTRAP
Ehh, we ain’t outta here yet.

PANEL TWO
Optimus walks down the gangway, weapons ready. Rhinox and Rattrap look back up the gangway.

3 OPTIMUS
Alright, listen up. Rhinox, Rattrap -- You’re with me. We’ll head down, trying to make as much noise as we go, then double-back here, ready for departure.

PANEL THREE
Cheetor and Blackarachnia join the group at the bottom of the gangway to receive instructions. Rhinox and Rattrap exchange a look.

4 OPTIMUS
Cheetor, Silverbolt -- Get Blackarachnia to whatever control room you can find.

5 OPTIMUS
We’ll try to give you as clear a run as possible.

6 RATTRAP
I swear I saw him give Prime’s Spark back, but sometimes I wonder…

PANEL FOUR
Optimus and Rhinox run off towards a doorway in the background, weapons ready. Rattrap gives the reader a small shrug.

7 OPTIMUS
Let’s roll out!

PANEL FIVE
As Rattrap, Rhinox and Optimus exit the hangar, Blackarachnia looks to Silverbolt, who has transformed into Beast-Mode.

8 BLACKARACKNIA
It’ll be up to your nose to keep us safe, Bowser.

9 SILVERBOLT
Fear not, my love. My sensors have already calibrated to this strange new environment. Stay by me and I shall lead you safely to your prize.

PANEL SIX
Cheetor transforms into Beast-Mode and heads for a different door than the one Optimus took. Silverbolt has his nose to the ground. Blackarachnia puts her hands on her hips in protest.

10 CHEETOR
We’ll be quicker on all-fours.

11 BLACKARACHNIA
Excuse me?

12 CHEETOR
Fours, eights, whatever. Let’s move.

PAGE TWELVE

PANEL ONE
Optimus Primal, Rhinox and Rattrap walk in formation down a corridor of the Cybertronian Empire ship. It’s showing signs of age, with wiring hanging out of the high ceiling. Rhinox and Rattrap are at the front, with Primal keeping guard at the rear. They have their weapons drawn and ready.

1 RATTRAP
So you and the Boss Monkey might have these guys covered, but what about little ol’ me?

2 RHINOX
I once heard a story about Grimlock doing a job on Devastator, single-handedly.

3 RHINOX
He went for the joints. Always a weaker spot on a gestalt, but the principles are the same for all of us.

PANEL TWO
A close-up of Rhinox, looking stern.

4 RHINOX
Cut them off at the knees, then go in for the head.

PANEL THREE
Rhinox and Rattrap look down the corridor as a Cybertronian Empire troop steps around the corner and glares down at them.

5 RATTRAP
Care to demonstrate?

PANEL FOUR
Optimus and Rattrap open fire as Rhinox charges forward, transforming into his rhino-mode.

6 RHINOX
Cover-fire!

7 RATTRAP
You got it!

8 SFX (BLASTERS)
KSHOO-KSHOO-KSHOO

PANEL FIVE
Rhinox collects the knee of the troop, who begins to fall sideways. Sparks fly from where Rhinox makes contact.

9 SFX
GRRRRN

PAGE THIRTEEN

PANEL ONE
An angle from above. Rhinox, in robot-mode, stands on the back of the trooper who is lying on the ground. Rhinox is pointing a chain-gun at the troop’s head. The trooper tries to look over his shoulder. The side of Rhinox’s beast-head on his back has been scrapped back to the metal, giving it a Terminator-esque look.

1 SFX (CHAINGUN SPINNING)
WRZZZZZ

PANEL TWO
An angle looking up. Rhinox is illuminated by the blasts coming out of the end of his chain-gun, but we can’t see the damage being inflicted to the troop. Rhinox has a severe look on his face, made eerier by the odd shadows being caused by the blaster fire.

2 SFX
GDGDGDGDGDGDGD

PANEL THREE
Rattrap and Optimus share a very concerned look with each other.

3 RATTRAP
If we get out of this, remind me that I owe Rhinox 50 Credits from a long way back.

4 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
So do I.

PANEL FOUR
Rhinox walks up, holding his head slightly, looking a little groggy from the impact.

5 RHINOX
Urgh. That hurt.

6 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
I’ll take the next one.

7 RHINOX
You said we were here to make some noise…

PANEL FIVE
Rhinox holds up his two chain-guns once again.

8 RHINOX
So let’s rock.

PAGE FOURTEEN

PANEL ONE
Silverbolt still has his nose to the ground, but holds up a paw, giving a signal to stop. He is in front of a large doorway, with its doors opening.

1 SFX
FHH FHH

2 SILVERBOLT
If my nose is correct, and there’s any sense to the configuration of this vessel, I believe the bridge is behind this-

PANEL TWO
An angle from below Silverbolt, looking up to the towering robot that has just stepped through the doorway. It  glares down in anger at Silverbolt.

3 SILVERBOLT
… Door?

PANEL THREE
The same angle as the previous Panel, but Blackarachnia, in Beast-mode, has leapt up and latched on to the troop’s face. Cheetor, also in Beast-Mode, is tearing at its throat. The troop stumbles backwards.

4 SFX
GRISH-GRASH

PANEL FOUR
Now inside the bridge, the troop tears Blackarachnia from its face, and Cheetor from its neck. Cheetor still has wiring from its throat in his mouth.

5 SFX
KRZZT

PANEL FIVE
Silverbolt, now in Robot-Mode, stands in the doorway and fires two wing missiles.

6 SFX
PFOO-PFOO

PANEL SIX
Silverbolt’s missiles strike the troop in the face.

7 SFX
KOOOSH

PANEL SEVEN
As the troop falls backwards, Cheetor barks orders at Blackarachnia, who has already scaled some of the massive equipment and is typing into it.

8 CHEETOR
Blackarachnia…

9 BLACKARACHNIA
I’m already on it.

PAGE FIFTEEN

PANEL ONE
Cheetor hits the comm-link on his chest.

1 CHEETOR
Cheetor to Optimus. Come in, Big Bot.

2 RADIO (OPTIMUS PRIMAL)
Arrgh. Go ahead, Cheetor.

PANEL TWO
Optimus Primal, Rhinox and Rattrap are taking shelter in a doorway and firing up a corridor in both directions. There is incoming blaster fire.

3 RADIO (CHEETOR)
Have I caught you at a bad time?

4 RATTRAP
A bad time?!

5 RADIO (CHEETOR)
We found the bridge. Blackarachnia is weaving her magic so we should be out of here any-

6 SFX
GDGDGDGDGD

PANEL THREE
A shot looking down the corridor. Optimus Primal fires his back-mounted cannons and takes down an Empire trooper.

7 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
No. Maintain control of the bridge. We’re on our way up.

8 RADIO (CHEETOR)
Up?!

9 SFX
KSH-KSH

PANEL FOUR
An angle from beside Blackarachnia as she looks down to Cheetor and Silverbolt. A radar display is on the console next to her. All the dots are red.

8 BLACKARACHNIA
All Empire ships are now registering new targets on their scopes.

9 RADIO (OPTIMUS PRIMAL)
Does that include this ship?

PANEL FIVE
The same angle as the previous panel. The ship takes a hit to its hull and everyone is thrown off balance. All the lights on the bridge start to glow red in alarm.

10 RADIO (OPTIMUS PRIMAL)
I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.

PANEL SIX
Optimus has fired up his jets and flies towards another trooper. Optimus fires both of his wrist-mounted blasters.

11 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
They found the shuttle, so we’re going for Plan B.

12 RADIO (CHEETOR)
I didn’t know there was a Plan B.

13 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
There isn’t.

PAGE SIXTEEN

PANEL ONE
The ship takes another hit and everyone on the bridge grabs onto something for support. Cheetor points out the windscreen to the planet below. Other Cybertronian Empire ships can be seen firing at each other.

1 CHEETOR
Bolt, take the helm. Point this ship at Cybertron and land it.

PANEL TWO
Silverbolt flaps his wings and lands at the oversized controls. He looks very concerned. Cheetor and Blackarachnia are running out the door.

2 SILVERBOLT
Propulsion systems are fading.

3 CHEETOR
Then crash-land it! We won’t survive another cycle up here!

PANEL THREE
Rattrap runs down a corridor lined with a large window, out of which you can see Cybertron. Chasing Rattrap is a Cybertronian Empire troop.

4 RATTRAP
Grab a hold a somethin’!

PANEL FOUR
An angle from behind Rattrap as he runs behind Optimus and Rhinox who are almost to a doorway. Rattrap throws two small bombs sideways (at the window).

5 RATTRAP
This is really gonna suck.

PANEL FIVE
The bombs stick to the window.

6 SFX
BEEP BEEP

PANEL SIX
The window is blown out and everything begins to get sucked into space, including the trooper.

7 SFX
KA-SHOOOM

PAGE SEVENTEEN

PANEL ONE
The troop vanishes out the window as Rattrap makes a frantic lunge for the outstretched hand of Rhinox, who is hand in hand with Optimus, who is holding onto the doorway.

PANEL TWO
A very tight shot. Rhinox and Rattrap’s hands are centimetres apart.

PANEL THREE
An even tighter shot. Rhinox and Rattrap’s hands are millimetres apart.

PANEL FOUR
The same tightness as the previous panel, but Rattrap’s hand has slipped away. He’s being sucked out.

1 RHINOX
NO!

PANEL FIVE
Rattrap is terrified as he is sucked back towards the window.

2 RATTRAP
Eeeeeeehhhhh!

PANEL SIX
Blackarachnia, in Spider-Mode, suddenly latches around Rattrap’s body.

3 BLACKARACHNIA
Gotcha.

4 RATTRAP
Hoo-hooo! Legs!

PANEL SEVEN
Cheetor, Rhinox and Optimus are holding on to Blackarachnia’s webbing. Optimus smiles broadly.

5 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Well that’s just Prime!

PANEL EIGHT
From behind the central chair in the cockpit, we see the back of Silverbolt, looking out of the front window. Cybertron is filling the window in front as the Empire ship enters the planet’s atmosphere.

PANEL NINE (INSET PANEL)
An extreme close-up of Silverbolt’s eyes. He is very, very concerned and his ears have dropped.

PAGE EIGHTEEN

PANEL ONE
(Flashback) Three Cybertronian Empire troops stand in the foreground. They look like your normal green and silver troops, except their heads are reminiscent of those of the three Tripredacus Council members. In the background, we have a small number of other troops. They are of little consequence apart from a particularly creepy looking one (Tarantulas).They stand on an alien world, again, of little consequence.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL
The paths to ubiquity are well-trodden, but paved in failure. Ours is no different -- the missteps of our former masters have provided us sure footing.

PANEL TWO
(Flashback) Jhiaxus is consumed by a dark, pulsating mass -- The Swarm.

2 DIALOGUE PANEL
Jhiaxus, the Liege Centuro, was consumed by his pursuit of order, but devoured by chaos.

PANEL THREE
(Flashback) The Liege Maximo is torn apart by white lightning as his ascension to godhood fails.

3 DIALOGUE PANEL
The Liege Maximo, whose true name was gilded in betrayal, would fall, fittingly, into nothing.

PANEL FOUR
(Flashback) A multitude of red, spindly arms protrude from a chamber wall and suspend the struggling forms of several Cybertronian Empire troops.

4 DIALOGUE PANEL
Fortune would then deliver us to the very Pit itself, but unlike the untold number before us, this would not be our end, but the beginning of his.

PAGE NINETEEN

PANEL ONE
(Flashback) The figure of Corvus stands, taking in its new form. He was once a Cybertronian Empire troop, but now he’s been reformatted. In the background, silhouetted figures flee (other Empire troops).

1 DIALOGUE PANEL
Desperate and weakened from his last encounter with the Light, he reached out to us, to twist us to his will. But in his debilitated state, his attempts failed on all but one.

PANEL TWO
Back in the present, a giant foot steps on and crushes the discarded bodies of the Tripredacus Council.

2 DIALOGUE PANEL
We escaped his maw, and with the Hub destroyed, we returned to an ancient home.

PANEL THREE
A giant form, silhouetted, ascends some stairs towards the burning night sky.

3 DIALOGUE PANEL
Unicron would return, but we would be waiting for him, ready and poised to strike.

PANEL FOUR
From a distance, we see the top of the Predacon Citadel. Its top has opened revealing an enormous TransWarp Shunt device, which is powering up. Forming a circle around the device are Unicron Cultists, kneeling in reverence. The giant form of Tripredacus steps onto the pad, but we can’t make him out in much detail.

4 DIALOGUE PANEL
Our race has no word for one that commands a god. Today, that will change. Today, that word will be…

PAGE TWENTY

PANEL ONE
Full-Page image. The full majesty of the combined Tripredacus body is revealed as it roars its name to the heavens.

1 TRIPREDACUS
TRIPREDACUS!

--- End Issue #3 ---
TRANSFORMERS: DEICIDE - ISSUE #3
TRANSFORMERS: DEICIDE

Issue #3 (of 4)

Part of the Transversal Continuity :icontf-tvc:

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This artwork was produced as part of a pitch to IDW for a Beast Wars 20th Anniversary story -- TRANSFORMERS: DEICIDE

The artwork is a homage to the Transformers Generation 2 Comic #8 - Escalation!

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TRANSFORMERS: DEICIDE



Issue #2 (of 4)

PAGE ONE

PANEL ONE
A shot from a distance of the Predacon Citadel - a great tower stretching up into the Cybertronian sky. An imposing building. Home of the Tripredacus Council.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL
Predacon Citadel.

PANEL TWO
The large fist of Magmatron wraps on a large door.

2 SFX
DUUNG DUUNG

PANEL THREE
Magmatron stares up at the tower stretching above him. A great set of doors are before him, but they remain resolutely shut.

PANEL FOUR
A computer screen at the side of the door comes to life with the face of a sly-looking Predacon named Gouge. Magmatron looks to the screen.

3 SFX
PWI (Computer coming to life)

4 GOUGE
Can I be of some assistance?

5 MAGMATRON
Open the door, Gouge.

PANEL FIVE
Magmatron looms over the small computer screen, trying to impose himself.

6 GOUGE
I’m afraid I cannot facilitate your request.

7 MAGMATRON
I have to speak with them.

8 GOUGE
Regrettably, they are unable to receive you at this time.

PAGE TWO

PANEL ONE
A close-up of Magmatron’s face, who is enraged. His face is illuminated by the computer screen, which he is leaning very close to.

1 MAGMATRON
That won’t be the only thing you regret, now open the slagging door!

PANEL TWO
A close up of the computer screen. Gouge continues to smile slyly.

2 GOUGE
They pass on their apologies and hope the matter wasn’t urgent.

PANEL THREE
The computer screen switches to an image of the Predacon logo.

3 SFX
PWI

PANEL FOUR
The same shot as Panel Three, but this time a large dagger is plunged into the screen, Magmatron’s hand wrapped around its handle. Glass splinters off from the screen.

4 SFX
KKSSSHHHHHH

PANEL FIVE
Magmatron marches away from the doors. He is in a fury.

5 DIALOGUE PANEL (MAGMATRON)
The betrayal of the Predacons is complete.

PAGE THREE

PANEL ONE
Magmatron and Lyo stand in front of the Maximal Imperium -- Silverbolt, Ironhide and Prowl -- who sit at a large, imposing lectern above them.

1 MAGMATRON
The Tripredacus Council refuse their obligations of command, and have abandoned us to die.

PANEL TWO
The Imperium look down at the two figures, studying them closely.

2 PROWL
You wish to defect?

3 MAGMATRON
Never.

4 PROWL
Then why are you here?

5 MAGMATRON
I need something.

PANEL THREE
A mid-shot of Magmatron, resolute as he looks up to the Imperium.

6 MAGMATRON
I need something to take to the Predacons, something to offer them, to bring them into this battle. I need a promise.

7 PROWL
Of what?

8 MAGMATRON
Freedom.

PANEL FOUR
An angle from behind Magmatron and Lyo, looking up to the Maximal leaders. Magmatron pleads his case to the Imperium.

9 IRONHIDE
The Predacons aren’t slaves.

10 MAGMATRON
And yet we aren’t truly free. The Pax Cybertronia-

11 SILVERBOLT
We haven’t got the time to redraw such a pivotal agreement.

12 MAGMATRON
No, but I want the promise that if we make it through, it will be.

PANEL FIVE
A close-up of Magmatron’s face, still resolute.

13 MAGMATRON
Predacons have been burnt with promises before, but if you can give it to me, I can get them fighting alongside.

PAGE FOUR

PANEL ONE
A shot from behind Ironhide, looking down on Lyo and Magmatron.

1 IRONHIDE
And why are you here, Lyo?

2 LYO
It was my idea. We need the Predacons, and if anyone can get them mobilised, it’s him.

PANEL TWO
A close-up of Prowl, looking stern.

3 PROWL
You must understand that a promise isn’t a blank cheque. The restrictions written into the Pax Cybertronia are there for good reason -- some will stay, others may not.

4 MAGMATRON (OS)
I have your word?

PANEL THREE
A shot of the Imperium, looking majestic, towering over the two figures. Magmatron bows.

5 SILVERBOLT
Become the leader we always feared you’d be, Magmatron. You have our word.

PANEL FOUR
Magmatron turns and walks from the Council Chambers. Lyo looks up to the Council.

6 LYO
Thank you.

PANEL FIVE
A shot from behind the Imperium, looking down onto Lyo.

7 IRONHIDE
I hope you’re right about him, Lyo.

8 LYO
Me too.

PAGE FIVE

PANEL ONE
Optimus Primal walks alongside Maximus Prime through a Maximal detention facility. The corridor is lined with empty cells.

1 MAXIMUS PRIME
What do you know of the Cybertronian Empire?

2 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Just stories really. They were a bit before my time.

3 MAXIMUS PRIME
And mine.

4 MAXIMUS PRIME
The fighters you encountered were on a survey mission. We’ve detected a large armada of Empire ships moving towards Cyberton.

PANEL TWO
Maximus looks at Optimus as they walk.

5 MAXIMUS PRIME
Any correlation between their return and your own has to be dispelled.

6 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Our appearance wouldn’t be enough for that?

PANEL THREE
Maximus and Optimus walk on.

7 MAXIMUS PRIME
I can’t imagine what you and your crew have been through. You’ve finished one war only to find another waiting for you.

PANEL FOUR
Maximus stops at a darkened holding Cell. Electro-bars surround it.

8 MAXIMUS PRIME
I’m not going to lie -- it’ll be tight. You may not think the seven of you would make much of a difference, but we need every solider we can get.

9 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Seven?

10 MEGATRON (OS)
Congratulations, Primal…

PAGE SIX

PANEL ONE
The Cell illuminates, and inside it is Megatron, in his Season 1 T-Rex body, restrained with some electro-bonds. Megatron smiles smugly.

1 MEGATRON
You’ve achieved nothing more than providing me a warm homecoming.

PANEL TWO
Optimus turns to Maximus Prime, horror-stricken. Megatron continues to smile smugly in the background.

2 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
You can’t be serious!

3 MAXIMUS PRIME
He’s offered to fight.

4 MEGATRON
My actions have always been for the conquest of Cybertron. How can I achieve that if it’s been destroyed?

PANEL THREE
A close-up of Optimus’ face, still covered in horror.

5 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
He is not an asset. If we get through this, there will be no recapturing him.

PANEL FOUR
Maximus Prime stares at Megatron in his cage. Megatron’s smile is now more slight.

6 MAXIMUS PRIME
Noted.

7 MEGATRON
One way or another, Primal, I will get out of this cage.

PAGE SEVEN

PANEL ONE
Magmatron stands in front of a large gathering of Predacons. The chamber is packed full of Predacons of all shapes and sizes.

1 MAGMATRON
Predacons, we have been used -- a host for a feeding parasite.

PANEL TWO
A closer shot of Magmatron, showing the passion in his eyes.

2 MAGMATRON
This Tripredacus Council has sucked the life from us, and now, in what could have been a defining moment for our faction -- a re-emergence from the depths -- they bury themselves away!

3 MAGMATRON
This is not what it means to be a Predacon!

PANEL THREE
An angle from behind Magmatron, who gestures passionately and strongly, trying to appeal to every Predacon Spark. The Predacons in the audience look on.

4 MAGMATRON
The time is upon us to choose: Roll over and die, or retake control of our own fate!

5 MAGMATRON
The failure of our forefathers still burns, and ever since we’ve had to scrape out an existence under the ever-watchful Maximal eye -- a generation on, we are still seen as war criminals. But no longer!

PANEL FOUR
Magmatron grips the sides of the rostra he is orating behind.

6 MAGMATRON
The time has come to move forward, to show our Maximal brothers that we are equals on this world -- as prepared to lay down our Sparks to protect it as they are!

PANEL FIVE
A shot of the crowd, arms raised into the air in loud agreement with Magmatron.

7 MAGMATRON (OS)
We’ve long suffered, succumbed to our denial and rotted in anger, but we are better than that. The sweetest victories are the ones hardest fought, and none have fought harder than us!

PANEL SIX
At the back of the room full of Predacons stands Lyo, arms crossed, but smiling.

8 MAGMATRON (OS)
There will be dark days ahead, believe me, but we will be there to greet the light of freedom when it washes over our Sparks!

PAGE EIGHT

PANEL ONE
Back on the Astral Plane, Primus holds out his hands. Cupped in them is a single glowing Spark. The Spark took the attention of the Vok Entity from studying its own form. It glared at the Spark.

1 PRIMUS
This is the Spark of the one you know as Tarantulas.

2 VOK ENTITY
A vile creature.

3 PRIMUS
From the moment of your creation, you have sought an answer to the greatest of all questions. My hope was that you would discover the answer on your own, but Time, and circumstance, have been against us.

PANEL TWO
Primus brought the Spark up to his face and studied it closely.

4 PRIMUS
Tarantulas’ demise provided me with an opportunity to bring you here -- to fulfil your quest for understanding.

PANEL THREE
To the Vok Entity’s surprise, Primus handed it the Spark.

5 PRIMUS
Tarantulas walked a difficult path, made so by the abuses of subsequent and ever-darker masters.

PANEL FOUR
The Vok Entity was very uncomfortable holding the Spark. Primus looks on as he studies both the Vok Entity and the Spark.

6 PRIMUS
Their influence twisted his perception of the Universe, and thus his own attempts at understanding were as equally warped.

7 VOK ENTITY
His fate?

8 PRIMUS
Quite literally lies now in your hands.

PANEL FIVE
An angle from the front of both Primus and the Entity, who exchange looks.

9 PRIMUS
You could destroy him. There is no denying that his actions have been to the detriment of many others.

10 VOK ENTITY
Or?

11 PRIMUS
Or he will return to the Allspark, unable to harm again.

PAGE NINE

PANEL ONE
The Entity now studies the Spark more closely.

1 VOK ENTITY
The Allspark -- the eternal refuge for your creations.

PANEL TWO
A close-up of hands. The Vok Entity hands back the Spark to Primus.

2 PRIMUS
Refuge, perhaps.

PANEL THREE
A close-up of Primus’ hands, which he rolls, concealing the Spark.

3 PRIMUS
But eternal?

PANEL FOUR
The same shot of Primus’ hands, but his hands are now open, and the Spark has vanished.

4 PRIMUS
No.

PANEL FIVE
Primus returned his stare to the expanse before the two figures.

5 PRIMUS
I have fought Unicron for an immeasurable time, but now that battle is coming to an end.

6 VOK ENTITY
You wish us to join your fight?

7 PRIMUS
You have been a part of this fight your entire life. It gave rise to your creation, and will answer the question that has defined your existence.

PANEL SIX
The Vok Entity stares out into the expanse, lost in thought.

8 VOK ENTITY
Why were we created.

PAGE TEN

PANEL ONE
A planet emerged behind Primus and the Vok Entity. The Vok Entity turned to look at the world, baking under three suns.

1 PRIMUS
I have seen life burst from rock on a world scorched by three suns, emerge from a planet drenched in perpetual darkness, and seemingly spring forth from the very fabric of Space itself.

2 PRIMUS
For countless eons I have studied these phenomena and I am still amazed by the arrival of life from nothing -- with no agenda or purpose beyond simply being.

PANEL TWO
The sun-baked world disappeared, but in front of the figures rose a world made of metal - Cybertron.

3 PRIMUS
But you, and your Cybertronian siblings, are not of this kind -- you were no fluke or accident.

4 PRIMUS
As much as it may appear otherwise, your creation was purposeful, and it is your seeking of purpose, your search for why, which has driven you from your blind beginnings to this very point.

PANEL THREE
Primus again turns and looks at the Vok Entity, who is studying the apparition of Cybertron before them.

5 PRIMUS
To truly understand your place in the Universe, you cannot be told a story from halfway through.

PANEL FOUR
Everything is once consumed in a white, spiralling light.

6 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
We must start at the beginning.

PAGE ELEVEN

PANEL ONE
Another panel of white, spiralling light, but at its centre is a single white glowing orb.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
Much like you, my genesis was engineered. The One -- an entity of immense power and understanding -- sought an answer to the only question remaining to it: What lay beyond Existence?

PANEL TWO
Two great spinning vortexes of swirling energy with Space behind them. One vortex is orange, the other is blue.

2 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
In order to seek the answer, The One severed the link between its consciousness and its body of energy that radiated in Trans-Dimensional Space. But instead of allowing this amassed energy to return to the breadth of reality, it split it in two, and crafted each half into a new entity.

3 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
Unicron and I were born with great power and intellect at our disposal, but The One did not share with us its wisdom -- that we would have to find for ourselves.

4 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
With this final act of creation, The One moved beyond existence.

PANEL THREE
Through cracks in reality, aspects of the physical plane are seen. Things like planets, nebulas and stars. In the foreground, two glowing entities (Orange and Blue), now with a more solid shape, look on through the cracks.

5 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
Left to seek out answers to our own questions, we soon became aware of a second reality, one unlike our own, and while I was content to observe it through the cracks between the two realms, Unicron wished to experience this Plane of Physicality firsthand.

PANEL FOUR
Unicron and Primus, now with seemingly solid bipedal forms, battle each other. Unicron is clearly the greater of skill.

6 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
I attempted to dissuade Unicron, arguing that we couldn’t know what repercussions would result from such an action, but he would not listen.

7 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
I was left with no choice but to attempt to restrain him. It ended in a violent battle, and his subsequent escape.

PANEL FIVE
Primus lies injured from the battle. Unicron is seen through the cracks of reality, with a hand held out, pleading for help. He has a look of fear on his face.

8 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
I watched on as he shifted his entire existence into the neighbouring reality, but unaware of its strange laws, Unicron was paralysed, and powerless to return.

9 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
He cried for help.  I was unwilling to help him, and ultimately unable with the injuries I had sustained. Even after the tear between the realities closed, his voice still echoed here.

10 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
In need of healing, and to block out his screams, I slept, hoping time would silence him.

PAGE TWELVE

PANEL ONE
Primus, now in the form we’ve seen him with in previous scenes, looks out from the Astral Plane.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
When I awoke, I was no longer in my birthplace of Trans-Dimensional Space, but here, on a higher, Astral Plane. What’s more, Unicron’s cries had ceased, but were now replaced by others -- billions of screams, all crying out for help.

2 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
I discovered the source of their fear, and found it to be one I soon shared with them.

PANEL TWO
Unicron, as we know him in Transformers: The Movie, in planet mode, devouring a world.

3 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
Unicron.

4 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
Time had indeed silenced him, but it had also delivered him an understanding of the foreign reality, and a mastery of its laws.

5 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
Now a being of true darkness, he wasn’t simply destroying life, he was wiping away creation itself. He had to be stopped.

PANEL THREE
With Cybertron in the background, 13 silhouettes are in the foreground. We can’t see any specifics of their design, just that they are robotic. All their eyes are blue, and they shine out of the silhouettes.

6 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
At the centre of a lifeless, barren planetoid I created a node -- a machine through which I could act and influence the Physical reality. The planetoid was reformatted into a world of metal, and from its surface were carved The Thirteen.

7 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
They were the first warriors in the battle against Unicron, and those I hoped would force his retreat.

PANEL FOUR
On the Physical Realm, The Fallen locks swords with Prima.

8 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
During the course of the War, Unicron kidnapped one of the warriors -- Megatronus. He tortured him, twisting him into a servant of Unicron’s will, then sent this corrupted being to destroy its Brothers.

PANEL FIVE
Mirroring Panel Four, on the Astral Plane, Unicron locks swords with Primus.

9 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
This betrayal coincided with something I had never considered possible -- Unicron arrived here, on the Astral Plane.

10 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
His growing power and strength in the Physical realm catapulted his consciousness into this higher reality. So as Prima battled The Fallen below, I fought Unicron here.

PAGE THIRTEEN

PANEL ONE
A very low angle looking up. Prima lies on the ground, with only the broken hilt of his sword to protect himself. The Fallen stands over him, with his sword pointed at Prima’s chest. Behind them, in orbit, is Unicron, in planet-eating mode.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
I was still no match for my Brother, and now the only hope was for a temporary removal of Unicron’s consciousness from this realm, which could only come about by the dispersal of his power below -- but there, things were not going well.

PANEL TWO
The same shot as the previous panel, but this time, a bright white light bursts from the broken hilt, consuming everything in its wake. Prima is just a silhouette.

2 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
I sent Prima a weapon.

PANEL THREE
Prima is still lying on the ground. Grasped in his hands is the Matrix - forged from the broken hilt of his sword.

3 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
Unicron was vanquished and The Fallen had fled.

4 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
With the Matrix, Unicron’s physical form could be destroyed, but his consciousness could only be defeated here. I knew I would never be his superior in battle, so I had to create someone that was.

PANEL FOUR
Prima stands on Cybertron. The Matrix is nestled on a metallic pedestal before him.

5 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
I spoke to Prima and told him of what had been, and of what was to come. Unicron was still alive in some fundamental form, but if he was able to regain enough power, he would once again return to the Astral Plane.

6 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
A new plan had to be devised to remove Unicron from existence entirely, as it was clear that he would never stop until all of creation was wiped clean.

PANEL FIVE
Prima, with his chest cavity open, releases a great number of Sparks into reality.

7 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
I guided Prima through a process to populate the world. Bodies carved from the planet’s surface were once again brought to life.

PANEL SIX
Prima watches a cloud of white, pulsating energy drift away.

8 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
The process also created a second entity -- a small mass of pulsating energy -- that drifted off into Space.

PAGE FOURTEEN

PANEL ONE
Prima stands before a great gathering of robotic life-forms. He is holding a great tome. A figure at the head of the gathering holds the Matrix.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
Prima handed down to them my teachings in the form of a Covenant, to guide them, and the Matrix, to defeat Unicron should he return.

PANEL TWO
Prima sits in a throne carved of rock. He is in deep contemplation.

2 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
Prima then departed this newly populated world, leaving its inhabitants to construct a home.

3 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
I had already asked too much of him, but still I asked for more. One final task -- a task that you would be well aware of had it gone to plan.

PANEL THREE
The Fallen looks into a pool of swirling green and black energy.

4 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
Far from Cybertron, The Fallen had found the diminished form of Unicron. He instructed his herald to find Prima and destroy him.

PANEL FOUR
A backdrop of white spiralling light brings us back into the present. In the centre of the panel is a close-up of the Vok Entity’s face, shocked.

5 DIALOGUE PANEL (PRIMUS)
Sadly for The Swarm, The Fallen succeeded.

PANEL FIVE
Primus stares out into the cosmos sadly. The Vok Entity is still shocked.

6 VOK ENTITY
The Swarm

7 VOK ENTITY
We were the Swarm!

8 PRIMUS
Yes, you were. Robbed of a meeting with Prima -- of adding him to your collective nature -- you remained the Swarm for longer than I had planned. Only upon your meeting with Optimus Prime and the Matrix did you finally take a step towards becoming something more -- towards what you were meant to be.

PAGE FIFTEEN

PANEL ONE
Maximus Prime stands alone on an outcrop overlooking an older part of Cybertron, still showing signs of the Great War. Dilapidated ruins stretch out before him. He is in quiet contemplation, with his head bowed and his optics off.

PANEL TWO
Lyo approaches Maximus.

1 LYO
Any last-minute advice from the great beyond?

PANEL THREE
Maximus’ eyes glow back to life. Lyo joins Maximus on the outcrop and takes in the view.

2 MAXIMUS PRIME
I think Primus is as occupied as we’ll soon be.

3 LYO
That’s encouraging.

PANEL FOUR
A shot from in front of Maximus and Lyo. Behind them, in the distance, are Maximal Star-Fighters and Maximal troops.

4 MAXIMUS PRIME
Have you ever read the Covenant of Primus?

5 LYO
I’m familiar, but I wouldn’t say I’ve studied it.

6 MAXIMUS PRIME
Any passages stick in your mind?

PANEL FIVE
A close-up of Lyo, with a wry smile.

7 LYO
“And the great dragon was cast out upon the Earth, and his followers were cast out with him.”

8 LYO
Curious that Primal and his crew should return from Earth, don’t you think?

PAGE SIXTEEN

PANEL ONE
Lyo looks to Maximus, but Maximus is still in deep thought, staring at the ground before him.

1 MAXIMUS PRIME
Very. But more concerning is the fact that the War of Beasts was said to herald the arrival of the Xal.

2 LYO
They’re just stories.

3 MAXIMUS PRIME
Given all that’s happening, is it so hard to believe that the Transcension might be upon us?

PANEL TWO
Maximus kneels down and takes a handful of the corroded ground.

4 MAXIMUS PRIME
The day when control of our fate slips from our grasp and falls to a stranger -- one tasked with deciding our destiny.

PANEL THREE
Maximus lets some of the corroded dirt run through his fingers.

5 MAXIMUS PRIME
The fate of the Allspark in his mighty hand and all we have to show for our long existence is a scarred world, a scattered race and a thirst for war.

6 MAXIMUS PRIME
This is what we’ll be judged on.

PANEL FOUR
Maximus stands and wipes his hands clean of the dust. Lyo studies him.

7 LYO
Our race was created as soldiers, engineered to fight in Primus’ struggle with Unicron, and so Cybertron is no stranger to war.

8 LYO
In truth, it could be said that our planet is a stranger to peace, and that the last few centuries have been a dream -- a calm before the final storm.

PANEL FIVE
An angle from behind Lyo and Maximus, looking down. Below them is a thronging army of troops, some carrying Predacon banners. The Predacons are ready to fight.

9 LYO
If the Xal is looking down on us right now, the Predacons are gonna give him one hell of a show.

PAGE SEVENTEEN

PANEL ONE
A close-up of some of the Predacon troops. They’re practically frothing at the mouth in anticipation of the impending battle.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL (MAXIMUS)
It must have been some speech.

PANEL TWO
Maximus and Lyo are looking down at the army.

2 LYO
Almost made me wish I was a Predacon.

PANEL THREE
Maximus looks to Lyo. Lyo has a wry smile on his face.

3 LYO
Almost.

PANEL FOUR
A voice from behind Lyo and Maximus captures their attention.

4 MAGMATRON (OS)
Maximus Prime.

PANEL FIVE
Magmatron, Drill Bit and Spittor join Lyo and Maximus at the top of the hill.

5 MAGMATRON
The Predacons stand ready to defend Cybertron.

PANEL SIX
Maximus shakes hands with Drill Bit. Lyo shakes hands with Spittor.

6 MAGMATRON
This is Spittor, and Drill Bit.

7 MAXIMUS PRIME
An honour.

PAGE EIGHTEEN

PANEL ONE
Magmatron and Lyo have looks of great determination on their faces.

1 MAXIMUS PRIME
Lyo was just telling me of your speech, Magmatron.

2 MAGMATRON
I’ve read many of the addresses given by your predecessor. He could inspire through both his words and actions.

3 LYO
Everyone’s gonna need all the inspiration they can get when they see the size of these bots.

PANEL TWO
The five figures are looking down at the army below.

4 MAXIMUS PRIME
I wish it were words that this peace was built on.

5 SPITTOR
Peace, huh? You shoulda just lined us up against a wall and got it over with.

6 LYO
That’s not the Maximal way.

7 DRILL BIT
You know you wouldn’t have been shown the same courtesy, right?

PANEL THREE
A shot of Magmatron and Spittor. Magmatron towers over Spittor, but Spittor fires back his words.

8 SPITTOR
Courtesy? They’ve treated us like dirt for-

9 MAGMATRON
Shut it, Spittor. If the Predacons had won, we’d have melted every Autobot and Maximal down for scrap, then spent the last 300 years fighting amongst ourselves. The Maximals winning was the best outcome for all of us.

10 SPITTOR
Speak for yourself -- sittin’ up there on a Council, kissin’ Maximal skid-plates for a livin’. You got no idea what it means to be a Predacon!

PANEL FOUR
Lyo has tried to calm the situation but Spittor waves him off and storms back down the hill. Drill Bit goes with him.

11 LYO
Save it for the battle, bots.

PANEL FIVE
A final shot of Maximus, Magmatron and Lyo looking over the amassed Predacon troops.

12 MAXIMUS PRIME
If that’s a taste of the passion with which the Predacons will fight, we may just win the day.

PAGE NINETEEN

PANEL ONE
A shot of the Cybertronian Empire armada, with one ship at its lead in focus.

PANEL TWO
On the bridge of the ship, standing before a large window looking out into space is Corvus - Unicron’s herald.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL (UNICRON)
Corvus.

2 CORVUS
My Lord.

PANEL THREE
A shot from the front of Corvus. We see him in his full creepy majesty.

3 DIALOGUE PANEL (UNICRON)
I have delayed my ascension until this point -- now a greater battle awaits me, an ancient battle.

4 DIALOGUE PANEL (UNICRON)
Command is now yours.

5 CORVUS
Our ships could destroy the planet from orbit yet no pre-emptive attack has come. They hide in fear.

PANEL FOUR
A battalion of reformatted Cybertronian Empire troops stand in formation on board a ship, ready to be deployed.

6 DIALOGUE PANEL (UNICRON)
You would deny your army the honour?

7 DIALOGUE PANEL (CORVUS)
Never. They were denied their conquest the first time -- nothing will stand in our way now.

8 DIALOGUE PANEL (UNICRON)
Good. Crush this world and all upon it. Build a throne from its ashes.

PAGE TWENTY

PANEL ONE
Full page splash. The engines of the armada of ships fire up. Cybertron, in the distance, is somewhat obscured by the large ships headed towards it, ominously.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL (UNICRON)
So begins the end.

--- End Issue #2 ---
TRANSFORMERS: DEICIDE - ISSUE #2
TRANSFORMERS: DEICIDE

Issue #2 (of 4)

Part of the Transversal Continuity :icontf-tvc:

Read on, comment and enjoy!

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Logo for the one-shot series Gathering Darkness

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GATHERING DARKNESS



PART ONE

PANEL ONE
An extreme close-up. A single blast of laser-fire tears through the head of the Cybertronian Trannis.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL
It was a single shot that started the war, and a single shot that ended it, but the shot that most greatly defined our existence was the one that killed Trannis.

PANEL TWO
Cybertron is engulfed in war. Bots from both factions (Autobots and Deceptions) fight indiscriminately. Dead bots litter the ground.

2 DIALOGUE PANEL
The disappearance of the Ark had blurred faction lines, sending Cybertron’s population scrambling to align behind competing tyrants, who promised not only a swift end to the conflict but to any who stood in their way.

3 DIALOGUE PANEL
Trannis rose and brought about a ceasefire, but the status quo was short-lived.

PANEL THREE
Looking over Jhiaxus’ shoulder as he speaks to a congregation of bots from both factions.

4 JHIAXUS
The only thing to surpass the splendour of the Golden Age’s rise was the magnificence of its fall. Since then, our species has consistently proven itself to have come no further down the evolutionary path than when the bodies of our ancestors were first forged.

PANEL FOUR
An extreme close-up of Jhiaxus eye, in which we see Cybertron as the pupil.

5 DIALOGUE PANEL
Jhiaxus believed that it was Cybertron’s destiny to expand its civilisation out amongst the stars, but the one thing that even this master strategist could not account for was the planet’s  willingness to not only embrace war but to never let it go.

6 DIALOGUE PANEL
Old scores still remained to be settled from a conflict that already stretched into the distant past.

PANEL FIVE
Straxus, on the battlefield, is a sight to behold. He wields his trademark axe with one hand, cleaving a bot in two, while firing a blaster with his other, cutting down any who would dare face him.

7 DIALOGUE PANEL
Jhiaxus had proven his willingness to fight for what he believed in, and his conviction had earned him great support, but sensing the futility of remaining on Cybertron under the yoke of Straxus, who had -- with unparalleled brutality -- risen to fill Trannis’ void, he and his followers left Cybertron.

PANEL SIX
Jhiaxus stands, remorsefully, on the bridge of a Cybertronian vessel. His head is bowed slightly, as if in deep contemplation.

8 DIALOGUE PANEL
Jhiaxus instilled in us a sense of destiny -- that we would find order in ourselves and one day return it to Cybertron, purging the planet of the chaos that engulfed it.

9 DIALOGUE PANEL
He could not have known that he would never set foot on his home world again.

--- END PART ONE ---


PART TWO

PANEL ONE
The giant body of The Fallen drifts lifelessly through space. It is scarred and broken from battle. In the background, a Cybertronian ship can be seen approaching.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL
Did we discover it? Or did it discover us? Primus only knows. But somehow, in the depth and breadth of space and time, our paths converged.


PANEL TWO
Cybertronians, who are much smaller than the great figure of The Fallen, work to repair its body. We see tubes similar to those that are seen on the body of the Liege Maximo being implemented, and a cannon replacing one of the arms.

2 DIALOGUE PANEL
Its body twisted and broken, but forged in an age long ago -- we did all we could to heal this progenitor of our race.

3 DIALOGUE PANEL
It called itself the Liege Maximo, but we knew it by another name -- an ancient name.

PANEL THREE
The (relatively) small book of the Covenant of Primus lies open in the palm of the taloned hand of the Liege Maximo. The shadow of its horned head falls down upon it.

4 DIALOGUE PANEL
We had fled Cybertron with little but the knowledge in our minds, but of greatest value among our few possessions was a copy of Primus’ prophetic tales -- the Covenant.

5 DIALOGUE PANEL
The arrival of this mighty being announced the beginning of the Covenant’s final chapter -- the Transcension -- when a mortal would rise to pass judgement on creation.

PANEL FOUR
The Liege Maximo is hidden by shadow as it sits in a large throne. Before it, Jhiaxus kneels ritualistically. Sparks burst from Jhiaxus’ chest. Other Cybertronians watch on in awe at the ceremony.

6 DIALOGUE PANEL
If any of us harboured doubts about the power of this burgeoning deity, they were soon dispelled. By divine instruction, our number grew via a knowledge long forgotten by our race.

PANEL FIVE
A panel similar to Page 10 of G2 ‘Total War’ in which a squad of Empire troops storm forward as jets streak overhead.

7 DIALOGUE PANEL
Jhiaxus, the newly christened Liege Centuro, called it the beginning of a true Cybertronian Empire. World after world fell as our power and number grew.

PANEL SIX
The Hub’s interlinking worlds stretch out into space in all directions.

8 DIALOGUE PANEL
Grow, too, did the Hub, as the vast structure resonated with the promise of godhood.

9 DIALOGUE PANEL
Our destiny seemed all but assured under the eye of the Great Xal.

--- END PART TWO ---


PART THREE

PANEL ONE
A Cybertronian Empire vessel is struck by an asteroid and badly damaged.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL
With the final judgement approaching, Jhiaxus saw it as our purpose to ensure that our race would be seen as worthy, and so we served the Liege Maximo without question.

2 DIALOGUE PANEL
But in that service, some of us were lost.

PANEL TWO
A set of large hangar doors (slightly Unicron maw-like), on the outside of a very large structure that is partially constructed, sucks the stricken Empire ship in.

3 DIALOGUE PANEL
The last of an old enemy was to be our unlikely saviour, yet if we’d known what was to come, perhaps we would have welcomed death more warmly.

PANEL THREE
Cybertronian Empire troops are torn apart and reassembled by spindly red arms emanating from the walls of the chamber in which they’re being held.

4 DIALOGUE PANEL
Occupied with enacting vengeance on the Empire, the enemy left our fates to that of an artificial intelligence.

5 DIALOGUE PANEL
Endlessly deconstructed, reassembled, stripped and reforged -- the brutally inquisitive way in which it acted could only be described as experimentation.

PANEL FOUR
A close-up of Corvus’ eyes, which burn bright red, alive with power. In the background, Empire troops look on in trepidation.

6 DIALOGUE PANEL
But then, a dark murmur -- divine, yet weak -- whispered to us. Darkness personified had taken root at the heart of the machine -- an intelligence that was anything but artificial.

7 DIALOGUE PANEL
While the few of us left dared not say its name, one answered its call.

PANEL FIVE
Six Empire troops flee down a corridor, pursued by red spindly arms, which have grasped one of them. Corvus stands in the background and fires, cutting down another of the fleeing Empire troops.

8 DIALOGUE PANEL
Before the darkness could return to its full potency, we made our escape.

PANEL SIX
The same Empire vessel that was struck by an asteroid in the first panel has been repaired and is flying towards the reader at great speed. In the background is an enormous, partially constructed body of Unicron, in planet-mode. Akin to the cut-away Death Star in Return of the Jedi.

9 DIALOGUE PANEL
With the grip of the Chaos Bringer lingering on our Sparks, we fled for the protection of the Hub.

--- END PART THREE ---


PART FOUR

PANEL ONE
The Hub has been destroyed. Enormous pieces of debris drift through space. It is a scene of utter devastation.

1 DIALOGUE PANEL
Death, on an impossible scale.

PANEL TWO
The partially constructed body of Unicron has arrived, and with its maw open, it begins to consume the debris from the Hub.

2 DIALOGUE PANEL
The when and how of the Hub’s destruction had to wait. Our only course of action was a return to an ancient home -- to seek protection behind the Light of the Matrix.

3 DIALOGUE PANEL
We had unwittingly delivered the Lord of Darkness a means to his return.

PANEL THREE
A battlefield on Cybertron is littered with dead bodies. From bunkers dug out of toppled buildings, red and purple laser-fire is exchanged by Autobots and Predacons.

4 DIALOGUE PANEL
Cybertron was just as we had left it -- divided, and consumed by war.

5 DIALOGUE PANEL
Megatron had finally fallen, and with him went the Decepticons. But from their ashes had grown a new faction, and with them, opportunity.

PANEL FOUR
Three figures stand front and centre. They are the three Tripredacus Council members, in Great War-era bodies. Imposing figures to be sure. Behind them, a creepy figure wrings its hands. It is Tarantulas. The bot in the centre holds a large sword. The four figures are sporting the Predacon Razorclaw’s insignia.

6 DIALOGUE PANEL
Names are so easily forgotten in war, but just as easily forged. Four, among the thousands -- who could have said otherwise?

7 DIALOGUE PANEL
Razorclaw, and his Predacons, welcomed us.

PANEL FIVE
Razorclaw lies dead on the battlefield. His body is heavily damaged, but the lethal blow is the large sword emanating from the middle of his chest - the same sword seen in the hands of the bot in the previous panel.

8 DIALOGUE PANEL
Time was now of the essence, and couldn’t be wasted with such a trivial pursuit as war. We set about doing that which none had been able to -- end it.

PANEL SIX
In the shadowy command room of the Tripredacus Council, the three figures sit around their table and stare back at the reader.

9 DIALOGUE PANEL
We, alone, must prepare.

10 DIALOGUE PANEL
Unicron’s shrouded exile has been revealed, and with it, the power to bend him to our will.

--- END OF PART FOUR ---

--- END OF GATHERING DARKNESS ---
GATHERING DARKNESS
GATHERING DARKNESS

The Tripredacus Council have been an enigma since their introduction in Season 2 of Beast Wars. What their role within the Predacon faction is remains a mystery, but the greatest cause for debate within the fandom is in regards to their origins. The Beast Wars 20th Anniversary provides the perfect opportunity to shed a little more light on this shadowy triumvirate, so to that end, in a set of 4 one-shot pages (one per Deicide Issue), we have GATHERING DARKNESS.

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TGping Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2016  Professional Traditional Artist
Love all the projects you got going on :D Very cool stuff.
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Rh1n0x Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks very much! :D

I always enjoying seeing your new work pop up. You can always tell they're your pieces by the unique style. I know I've asked in the past, but I'd still love to work with you on something one day :)
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TGping Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Professional Traditional Artist
I wouldn't mind exploring the collaboration again, I want to fit in more TF sequential type stuff that I can work into my portfolio.
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Rh1n0x Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
May I suggest you have a read of Gathering Darkness -- rh1n0x.deviantart.com/art/GATH… . It's a series of 4 one-shot pages. It details the genesis of the Tripredacus Council (something I hope might appeal to you as a Beast Wars fan). Each page is quite full, so if you were keen to do one (or all) of them, it would be a good way to show off your sequential skills, plus I think your style would really suit the tone of the story.

I'd love to discuss it with you further if you're at all intrigued.
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Lemniskate Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2016
After having read on tfwiki about the trainwreck that is the Botcon comic, I am the sadder you didn't get a chance...
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Rh1n0x Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks big fella, I appreciate that.

I'm trying to get my hands on a copy of it via different means, so I'm yet to read it, but yes, the wiki article paints a very bleak picture.

Congrats to Mr. Bove for getting the opportunity. But has he used it well? The jury is still out.
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Lemniskate Featured By Owner Edited Apr 17, 2016
I was surprised when I saw the writer's name, because I knew Bove only as a colourer. And since writing didn't seem to be his expertise, I feel like it's fan fiction made official.
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Rh1n0x Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I don't think there's any doubt he's had this idea bubbling away for years. He just needed an outlet (sadly an official one).

Some people have raised the idea that the original choices behind the toys called for a story story in between BW and BM, thus why Megatron was a TM3 dragon. But when Bove came in, he changed it to a pre-BW story.
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redconvoy Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday! Blower fella (Party) 
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Rh1n0x Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Cheers :)
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