|Meanwhile, on the Junk Planet (not that anybody cares about the Junk Planet)
||[Jul. 19th, 2007|12:14 pm]
Cybertron Prime - The Transformers Nexus
A nondescript Junkion warrior (well, Wreck-Gar, but they're all pretty much nondescript junk-bots anyway) is foraging through ancient piles of technological trash, alternating between muttering nonsensically to himself and humming an old Stan Bush tune that he last heard while watching "Boogie Nights." Catching a glimpse of something he wants, he digs faster, eventually pulling the small, cube-like object from the surrounding garbage. "Fra-gee-lay," he says in a familiar voice, examining his prize. "It must be Italian! It's a Major Award!"|
He examines it and, overjoyed with his find, tosses it up in the air. His body shifts to vehicle mode, and the cube lands on the seat of his motorcycle form, unharmed. He peels out and speeds back home.
Once home, he shifts back into humanoid form and climbs a rickety lattice of improvised junk-scaffolding that supports an enormous wall of similar cubes (561,492 of them, to be precise). Placing it just so on the top of the pyramid, and quickly wiring up a power conduit and data input, he leaps back off the scaffolding and runs around to view his masterpiece. "My god," he burbles, "it's full of STARS!" The junk-bot is beside himself with joy, and eagerly rubs his hands together.
Wreck-Gar has created a Great Wall of Televisions that stands close to a mile high and at least two miles long. It's taken him quite a while, but he needed something to do after Unicron was defeated; and television gave him his purpose--because, as he learned from Earth transmissions, the only thing better than a TV is a BIGGER TV.
Wreck-Gar pulls out a customized remote control and aims it at the Wall O' TV's. "Iiiiit's SHOWTIME!" He clicks the "Power" button.
The Wall crackles to life, displaying 561,492 different channels. For about three seconds. And then it blows up. The concussive force of the massive electrical explosion propels Wreck-Gar completely off the surface of the Junk Planet and out into space. "Bang, zoom, to the moooooooooon!..." he screams, still clutching his remote.
A nearby space-time anomaly opens up and sucks him in, transporting the Junkion warrior into Cybertron Prime's low orbit. Eventually he lands on the surface, his parts flying everywhere.
"Well, here's a another fine mess you've gotten us into," his head grumbles to itself. Self-repair or not, this is gonna take a while.