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Transformers characters - Hasbro's Art and story - mine.

Scene from the pages of Maelstrom - 9 full B&W comics and a few thousand pages of fan-fiction. Rated M for violence and language. Series starts:

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Mature Content

   Excerpt from Maelstrom Chapter 38. Maelstrom 38_Pilgrimage2 Prt A
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Maelstrom Chapter 38
Author's note: This story is part of a LONG series called Maelstrom. It is strictly Gen. 1 - sorry, but that was all that was out when I started writing. If you have not read the nine original Maelstrom Comics and the preceding text stories, I strongly suggest you do....this is chapter 38 and the majority of my chapters have over 100 pages if you print them with .25 inch margins!   Most of my stories have art that goes with them.
This scene contains strong language and violence. Rated M for adult themes! Really!
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Pilgrimage 2 -  Part A
“I don’t like the way that looks at all, do you?” First Aid asked.
Ratchet shook his translucent head.  “No I don’t,” he muttered.  “You sure you don’t have any of the Ark’s old records?  A baseline scan would be really nice right now.”
“The Ark took all the old records when it blew,” First Aid said d

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Ten minutes later, she had Op’s head in her lap. As long as he had her face to stare at he was quiet for the most part.

“Really Elita, if you could just keep him still,” First Aid said. He just had a hard time with people sitting on his exam table when they weren’t there for an exam.

“Do you want to be picky or do you want me to keep him calm?” Elita snapped. Her patience had gone on vacation about 34 hours ago.

First Aid sighed.

Optimus looked up at her vaguely and muttered something about centipedes and Megatron.

She glanced over at Rodimus who had his optics shut down and was also speaking quietly to himself. She got the impression though that Rodi was having a real conversation with Lancer, not a delirious fit.

“What’s wrong with them Ratchet?” she asked.

Ratchet sighed. “We just finally got Rodimus’ through his scan Elita... it’s too soon to say for sure.”

“I’ll accept a guess,” she said simply.

First Aid and Ratchet looked uncomfortable - not making optic contact and staring anywhere but at her.

“Spill it,” Elita ordered.

“Yes, Ma’am,” First Aid said, keeping his hands busy on Optimus’ test. “We think Vector Sigma’s implants came in different degrees of sophistication. Sometimes it just needed to give one of them an idea, but sometimes it uploaded a full-blown viral program to literally change the way they thought about things. It essentially reprogrammed their minds. The neural pathways their thoughts took were rerouted and now that they have removed some of the implants their minds are basically trying to reboot themselves. The old channels are atrophied from lack of use. I’m worried, especially in Optimus’ case Elita, that some of his original thought patterns may actually be gone. Rodimus was exposed for a much shorter time period.”

“In other words Elita,” Ratchet said grimly, “the connections they were using were foreign, but they were connections their minds grew accustomed to using. Now they being forced to establish or reestablish their thought processes. We think Rodimus has turned the corner. He is acting more like himself and his scans are showing much more organized patterns. Optimus is actually deteriorating, although that is slowing down.”

Elita stared at the holographic doctor. “I...I don’t even know what that really means. I’ve never heard of anything like it. Will Optimus get better too?”

“We think so Elita. He needs rest and he needs time,” First Aid said, squeezing her arm compassionately.

“What if you’re wrong?” she asked, gently pushing Optimus’ hands back down away from his face. She took one of them and held it to her.

Ratchet was never one to sugar-coat anything, “Then he’ll go insane, and if it gets bad enough to disrupt more than his cognitive brain functions it could kill him. Even if he gets better we won’t know for a while whether he’ll ever function as well as he did.”

“I’m sorry Elita,” Rodimus said, turning his head towards her. His optics were so sad.

“It’s not your fault either, Rodi,” she said, reaching out and taking his hand with her free one. She wished, somehow, that she could bridge the gap between their souls as easily.

“The worst damage is recent,” he told her. “Vector Sigma got positively reckless with his mind to get him to turn on me. It worked too. He really hates me.”

“Don’t be stupid Rodimus,” Elita said. “If you boys didn’t really love each other do you think you could possibly have hurt each other as much as you have?”

Description
Transformers characters - Hasbro's Art and story - mine.

Scene from the pages of Maelstrom - 9 full B&W comics and a few thousand pages of fan-fiction. Rated M for violence and language. Series starts:


Mature Content

   Excerpt from Maelstrom Chapter 38. Maelstrom 38_Pilgrimage2 Prt A
Pilgrimage - 2
Maelstrom Chapter 38
Author's note: This story is part of a LONG series called Maelstrom. It is strictly Gen. 1 - sorry, but that was all that was out when I started writing. If you have not read the nine original Maelstrom Comics and the preceding text stories, I strongly suggest you do....this is chapter 38 and the majority of my chapters have over 100 pages if you print them with .25 inch margins!   Most of my stories have art that goes with them.
This scene contains strong language and violence. Rated M for adult themes! Really!
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Pilgrimage 2 -  Part A
“I don’t like the way that looks at all, do you?” First Aid asked.
Ratchet shook his translucent head.  “No I don’t,” he muttered.  “You sure you don’t have any of the Ark’s old records?  A baseline scan would be really nice right now.”
“The Ark took all the old records when it blew,” First Aid said d

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Ten minutes later, she had Op’s head in her lap. As long as he had her face to stare at he was quiet for the most part.

“Really Elita, if you could just keep him still,” First Aid said. He just had a hard time with people sitting on his exam table when they weren’t there for an exam.

“Do you want to be picky or do you want me to keep him calm?” Elita snapped. Her patience had gone on vacation about 34 hours ago.

First Aid sighed.

Optimus looked up at her vaguely and muttered something about centipedes and Megatron.

She glanced over at Rodimus who had his optics shut down and was also speaking quietly to himself. She got the impression though that Rodi was having a real conversation with Lancer, not a delirious fit.

“What’s wrong with them Ratchet?” she asked.

Ratchet sighed. “We just finally got Rodimus’ through his scan Elita... it’s too soon to say for sure.”

“I’ll accept a guess,” she said simply.

First Aid and Ratchet looked uncomfortable - not making optic contact and staring anywhere but at her.

“Spill it,” Elita ordered.

“Yes, Ma’am,” First Aid said, keeping his hands busy on Optimus’ test. “We think Vector Sigma’s implants came in different degrees of sophistication. Sometimes it just needed to give one of them an idea, but sometimes it uploaded a full-blown viral program to literally change the way they thought about things. It essentially reprogrammed their minds. The neural pathways their thoughts took were rerouted and now that they have removed some of the implants their minds are basically trying to reboot themselves. The old channels are atrophied from lack of use. I’m worried, especially in Optimus’ case Elita, that some of his original thought patterns may actually be gone. Rodimus was exposed for a much shorter time period.”

“In other words Elita,” Ratchet said grimly, “the connections they were using were foreign, but they were connections their minds grew accustomed to using. Now they being forced to establish or reestablish their thought processes. We think Rodimus has turned the corner. He is acting more like himself and his scans are showing much more organized patterns. Optimus is actually deteriorating, although that is slowing down.”

Elita stared at the holographic doctor. “I...I don’t even know what that really means. I’ve never heard of anything like it. Will Optimus get better too?”

“We think so Elita. He needs rest and he needs time,” First Aid said, squeezing her arm compassionately.

“What if you’re wrong?” she asked, gently pushing Optimus’ hands back down away from his face. She took one of them and held it to her.

Ratchet was never one to sugar-coat anything, “Then he’ll go insane, and if it gets bad enough to disrupt more than his cognitive brain functions it could kill him. Even if he gets better we won’t know for a while whether he’ll ever function as well as he did.”

“I’m sorry Elita,” Rodimus said, turning his head towards her. His optics were so sad.

“It’s not your fault either, Rodi,” she said, reaching out and taking his hand with her free one. She wished, somehow, that she could bridge the gap between their souls as easily.

“The worst damage is recent,” he told her. “Vector Sigma got positively reckless with his mind to get him to turn on me. It worked too. He really hates me.”

“Don’t be stupid Rodimus,” Elita said. “If you boys didn’t really love each other do you think you could possibly have hurt each other as much as you have?”