Death's Head
Freelance Peacekeeping Agent
This is the first Transformers fanfic I ever wrote... First book of a five book story (currently stuck on Book 4), not only with Characters from Marvel and Marvel UK Generation One era, but also original Transformers created by yours truly. Any italicized text, is a character's thoughts.
I do intend to go back and finish this collection, just taking time due to real life concerns.
If you like what you see, please leave a short review of the chapter. Thanks
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PROLOGUE :
Death's Head waited in the rafters of the old building, silently observing his 'mark'. He and his partner had been on Farrix 5, for only a few hours, but that didn't bother him. He was here on business. He had been hired to exterminate the mechanoid before him, and any of his allies with him. DH smiled to himself, this was almost too easy.
Instinct told Death's Head to switch his optical spectrum, and as he changed it to infra red, he saw it. Thin red beams of light crisscrossing the room, making a honeycomb of beams above the 'mark'. He thanked the maker he listened to Instinct.
Never underestimate instinct, yes? Sometimes you have to follow your gut instincts and just DO. When I was created, instinct told me I was destined to be more than just a rich man's deadly plaything. Instinctively, I killed the man, stole his money and torched his mansion. Useful thing Instinct, yes?
Death's Head looked along the rafter, and his smile broadened. At the end of the rafter, down five meters, was the junction box for the alarm system, which was also connected to the power system in the building. If he took that out, not only would the alarm and beams not work, but also the lighting would fail, giving him a few seconds to do his 'trade'.
He disconnected his right hand, attached the blaster. He aimed at the box and was about to fire, when two other mechs rushed into the room, their actions telling him, they knew someone was in the building. Death's Head looked at the blaster on his right forearm, then took it away and placed it back in it's place on his back. He grasped the axe attachment and placed it on his right wrist.
Death's Head pulled a small blaster from his side, with his left hand, aimed and fired at the junction box. The box flashed and hissed, showering sparks everywhere. He leapt from his perch, and landed on one of the mechs, his right foot crushing it's head. The other mech swung around, only to give the freelance peacekeeping agent the chance to plunge the axe, deep into the chest chassis, severing the power pump in half. The mech exploded, causing the room to burst into flames. The 'mark' fell back against the opposite wall, as Death's Head emerged from the flames, unscathed. As he approached, he replaced the axe with a missile, then grabbed the 'mark' and kicked the window panel, sending glass cascading onto the ground below.
"Please! You don't have to do this! I can pay you double what Ghanix is paying you!" The 'mark' pleaded "Grant me mercy!"
Death's Head held the 'mark' out the window.
"I always see a contract through to the end. Besides," He hurled the target out the window "Mercy doesn't pay the bills, yes?"
Death's Head fired the missile at the 'mark' and watched as the explosion from the 'mark's' death vibrated the building. He turned and left the room, making his way towards the service elevator. As soon as he stepped inside, he entered a code which took him to the bottom levels of the building. The doors opened and Death's Head stepped out, walking calmly towards his transport.
He was a few blocks away when, not only did the building collapse, but his comlink sounded. Turning the autopilot on, he answered.
"Death's Head. Speak."
"Well done Death's Head. You certainly live up to your reputation as the best bounty hunter in the galaxy."
Death's Head grimaced "Not bounty hunter, it's Freelance Peacekeeping Agent, yes?"
"Whatever. The creds have been put into your account." A pause "Death's Head, I've, uhh, got another job for you."
"I'm listening."
"This is a high profile assassination. The only details we have, is the 'mark' is the leader of a group of mechanoids on a planet, in a backwater system called Earth."
"Who's hiring me?"
"That's the thing. I'm not sure, but if this job's as big a deal as what I think it is, there's bound to be a large sum of cred involved."
Death's Head frowned "Raiden, we don't just take any job. For all we know the job could be to assassinate a giant slimey bug. And I REFUSE TO DO ANYMORE DAMNED 'BUG HUNTS'!"
Raiden's voice sighed over the comlink.
"Death's Head, I..." another pause "Hang on, just got some more info..."
Nonchalantly Death's Head glanced out the window of his vehicle, as the authorities were speeding towards the location he was leaving.
When you don't need them, they appear. When you do need them, they're nowhere in sight. With a shake of his head Death's Head thought to himself...
Typical governmental bureaucracy at work. The politicians take creds from services needed, and keep it for themselves, whilst the public is left in an almost constant state of lawlessness. Heh, my kind of town.
Raiden's voice came over the link.
"Death's Head, just received more info for that target on Earth. Not only is it an assassination job, but also sabotage and demolition. What do you think?"
"Depends."
"Depends? On what?"
"And on WHO. Who's the 'mark' and where's the sabotage and demolition to take place?"
"No more info there, but you've been invited to the client's homeworld, to discuss payment and such. They're even going to supply us with weapons for the job!"
"We?"
"Well, you promised you'd take me with you on a job Death's Head. Why not this one?"
Death's Head sighed "Look we'll wait and see, yes? What's the name of the client's homeworld."
Raiden paused "It's..."
"Well?"
"My homeworld... Cybertron."
Death's Head frowned. He had accepted a job from the Decepticon leader there, a one eyed cyclops called Shockwave. No personality whatsoever, but smart, real smart. Shockwave had hired Death's Head to hunt down the leader of the Autobot resistence Emirate Xaaron. But, thanks to Xaaron's troops, he had failed for the first time. However, Xaaron offered the freelance peacekeeping agent a choice. Bring him Shockwave's head, or else. Shockwave wanted Death's Head's head, so Death's Head did the only thing he could.
He returned to the Decepticon citadel and lopped off Shockwave's head.
However, before he could escape, three Decepticon's, the new (at the time) Triple changers, Astrotrain, Octane and Blitzwing attacked him. As he prepared himself to attack, the three triple changers fell to the ground, energy rippling over them. DH looked and observed a Decepticon standing there, holding it's weapon on it's prone allies.
The Decepticon was young, only a few thousand years old. DH thought about destroying him, then decided not to. So Death's Head escaped back to the Autobot stronghold of Iacon, with the young Decepticon in tow. Once there, he handed Shockwave's head to Xaaron, received payment and left Cybertron, the Decepticon went with him. He swore he would never do a deal with any of those accursed Transformers again. However, seeing as business was slow...
"Raiden, first things first. Run a full weapon diagnostic on yourself, and check your transformation ability. Then, get the 'VULTURE' prepped and ready for departure. We leave in one decacycle."
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I do intend to go back and finish this collection, just taking time due to real life concerns.
If you like what you see, please leave a short review of the chapter. Thanks
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PROLOGUE :
Death's Head waited in the rafters of the old building, silently observing his 'mark'. He and his partner had been on Farrix 5, for only a few hours, but that didn't bother him. He was here on business. He had been hired to exterminate the mechanoid before him, and any of his allies with him. DH smiled to himself, this was almost too easy.
Instinct told Death's Head to switch his optical spectrum, and as he changed it to infra red, he saw it. Thin red beams of light crisscrossing the room, making a honeycomb of beams above the 'mark'. He thanked the maker he listened to Instinct.
Never underestimate instinct, yes? Sometimes you have to follow your gut instincts and just DO. When I was created, instinct told me I was destined to be more than just a rich man's deadly plaything. Instinctively, I killed the man, stole his money and torched his mansion. Useful thing Instinct, yes?
Death's Head looked along the rafter, and his smile broadened. At the end of the rafter, down five meters, was the junction box for the alarm system, which was also connected to the power system in the building. If he took that out, not only would the alarm and beams not work, but also the lighting would fail, giving him a few seconds to do his 'trade'.
He disconnected his right hand, attached the blaster. He aimed at the box and was about to fire, when two other mechs rushed into the room, their actions telling him, they knew someone was in the building. Death's Head looked at the blaster on his right forearm, then took it away and placed it back in it's place on his back. He grasped the axe attachment and placed it on his right wrist.
Death's Head pulled a small blaster from his side, with his left hand, aimed and fired at the junction box. The box flashed and hissed, showering sparks everywhere. He leapt from his perch, and landed on one of the mechs, his right foot crushing it's head. The other mech swung around, only to give the freelance peacekeeping agent the chance to plunge the axe, deep into the chest chassis, severing the power pump in half. The mech exploded, causing the room to burst into flames. The 'mark' fell back against the opposite wall, as Death's Head emerged from the flames, unscathed. As he approached, he replaced the axe with a missile, then grabbed the 'mark' and kicked the window panel, sending glass cascading onto the ground below.
"Please! You don't have to do this! I can pay you double what Ghanix is paying you!" The 'mark' pleaded "Grant me mercy!"
Death's Head held the 'mark' out the window.
"I always see a contract through to the end. Besides," He hurled the target out the window "Mercy doesn't pay the bills, yes?"
Death's Head fired the missile at the 'mark' and watched as the explosion from the 'mark's' death vibrated the building. He turned and left the room, making his way towards the service elevator. As soon as he stepped inside, he entered a code which took him to the bottom levels of the building. The doors opened and Death's Head stepped out, walking calmly towards his transport.
He was a few blocks away when, not only did the building collapse, but his comlink sounded. Turning the autopilot on, he answered.
"Death's Head. Speak."
"Well done Death's Head. You certainly live up to your reputation as the best bounty hunter in the galaxy."
Death's Head grimaced "Not bounty hunter, it's Freelance Peacekeeping Agent, yes?"
"Whatever. The creds have been put into your account." A pause "Death's Head, I've, uhh, got another job for you."
"I'm listening."
"This is a high profile assassination. The only details we have, is the 'mark' is the leader of a group of mechanoids on a planet, in a backwater system called Earth."
"Who's hiring me?"
"That's the thing. I'm not sure, but if this job's as big a deal as what I think it is, there's bound to be a large sum of cred involved."
Death's Head frowned "Raiden, we don't just take any job. For all we know the job could be to assassinate a giant slimey bug. And I REFUSE TO DO ANYMORE DAMNED 'BUG HUNTS'!"
Raiden's voice sighed over the comlink.
"Death's Head, I..." another pause "Hang on, just got some more info..."
Nonchalantly Death's Head glanced out the window of his vehicle, as the authorities were speeding towards the location he was leaving.
When you don't need them, they appear. When you do need them, they're nowhere in sight. With a shake of his head Death's Head thought to himself...
Typical governmental bureaucracy at work. The politicians take creds from services needed, and keep it for themselves, whilst the public is left in an almost constant state of lawlessness. Heh, my kind of town.
Raiden's voice came over the link.
"Death's Head, just received more info for that target on Earth. Not only is it an assassination job, but also sabotage and demolition. What do you think?"
"Depends."
"Depends? On what?"
"And on WHO. Who's the 'mark' and where's the sabotage and demolition to take place?"
"No more info there, but you've been invited to the client's homeworld, to discuss payment and such. They're even going to supply us with weapons for the job!"
"We?"
"Well, you promised you'd take me with you on a job Death's Head. Why not this one?"
Death's Head sighed "Look we'll wait and see, yes? What's the name of the client's homeworld."
Raiden paused "It's..."
"Well?"
"My homeworld... Cybertron."
Death's Head frowned. He had accepted a job from the Decepticon leader there, a one eyed cyclops called Shockwave. No personality whatsoever, but smart, real smart. Shockwave had hired Death's Head to hunt down the leader of the Autobot resistence Emirate Xaaron. But, thanks to Xaaron's troops, he had failed for the first time. However, Xaaron offered the freelance peacekeeping agent a choice. Bring him Shockwave's head, or else. Shockwave wanted Death's Head's head, so Death's Head did the only thing he could.
He returned to the Decepticon citadel and lopped off Shockwave's head.
However, before he could escape, three Decepticon's, the new (at the time) Triple changers, Astrotrain, Octane and Blitzwing attacked him. As he prepared himself to attack, the three triple changers fell to the ground, energy rippling over them. DH looked and observed a Decepticon standing there, holding it's weapon on it's prone allies.
The Decepticon was young, only a few thousand years old. DH thought about destroying him, then decided not to. So Death's Head escaped back to the Autobot stronghold of Iacon, with the young Decepticon in tow. Once there, he handed Shockwave's head to Xaaron, received payment and left Cybertron, the Decepticon went with him. He swore he would never do a deal with any of those accursed Transformers again. However, seeing as business was slow...
"Raiden, first things first. Run a full weapon diagnostic on yourself, and check your transformation ability. Then, get the 'VULTURE' prepped and ready for departure. We leave in one decacycle."
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