Fic: [Crossover] Revenge Road
Title: Revenge Road
Series: Robotech vs Transformers
Type: Crossover
Links: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2398283/17/Robotech_vs_Transformers_Revenge_Road
Chapter Seventeen
It got very frustrating flying patrols with no peep from the Decepticons, Izzy Randal found. The green haired pilot returned to Fortress One with no kills and no sightings to report, a frustrating development indeed. Of course it was a report echoed by pilots from other carriers and their Autobot allies, but that didn't make it any less annoying.
Lining up to the landing lights she throttled back as she hit the deck, cutting engines as the capture nets deployed. She rolled forward, stopping on the elevator and descended into the massive armored aircraft carrier. As soon as the fighter was in place crewmen swarmed over it, beginning the maintenance cycle that would last until shortly before it launched again.
“Lt!” Roy Fokker grinned, the blond haired former fighter jock having just arrived on Fortress One for his new position. Bumped up to a Lt. Commander Roy was now in charge of the fighter command on the ship, as well as liasoning with other carriers.
“Hey old man,” Izzy grinned at him, jogging over to where he stood.
“I'll old man you,” Roy moved to clout her upside the head.
Izzy laughed, ducking under the blow. “Good to have you back,” she noted as they walked side by side deeper into the ship.
“Well, we'll see,” Roy shrugged slightly, the taller man looking faintly haunted. He had been a pilot for a very, very long time, and he wasn't sure if he still wanted to be in the service without flying a fighter. On the other hand, he wasn't sure what else to do with himself....
“Look on the bright side,” Izzy offered as they headed to the changing rooms, “you can go see Claudia when you're both off shift. And you're not likely to get seperated any time soon.”
A faint blushed colored Roy's cheeks as he admitted, “That's a plus.” Briskly he said, “You have time for a informal briefing?”
“For who, and how informal?” Izzy asked a him bit suspiciously.
“Very informal, and just Claudia, Lisa and Gloval,” Roy told her. “Mostly they want your opinion on new weapons the brass are thinking of introducing.”
“I suppose I could do that,” Izzy conceded as they reached the door to the change room. “Now if you don't mind, I REALLY need a shower.”
“Scrub your back?” Roy offered jokingly.
Izzy opened the door and went in as she told him over her shoulder, “Don't even think about it, you old horndog.”
A few minutes later after a hasty shower and a change into fresh fatigues, Izzy felt a little more ready to face the boss. 'God, I wish I had time to do my hair or something,' she thought, imagining Lisa's amused look as she ran her hands through her hair to try to straighten it a bit.
Lisa Hayes did indeed look faintly amused, the brown haired woman smiling in greeting as Izzy entered the meeting room. “Hello, Izzy,” she smiled.
“Commander.” Izzy nodded to Lisa, “Captain,” to Claudia, then “Admiral,” to Gloval. She shook his hand, “It's been a long time, sir.”
“Indeed,” the old Russian nodded. “At ease, we're all friends here,” Admiral Gloval said, “please, take a seat.”
Izzy nodded respectfully, controlling her surprise at how he appeared. Gloval was shockingly old to Izzy, looking much older than he actually was. 'Has running the war with the Decepticons been as hard on him as this?' she wondered.
Roy casually took a seat by Claudia, while Lisa stood by the monitor built into the wall. “What Admiral Gloval wants is our opinions on the new transformable mecha that are in development or are near launching,” Lisa said. “I'm going to review some of the data here, then we'll talk.”
With that Lisa went over the new mecha about to be mobilized. The Super Veritech was finally ready to go, after multiple delays, and the Hover-tanks were also nearly ready to go into full production. There were also concept sketches for a cycle transformer and a patrol boat design.
“I like the Hover-tanks,” Izzy noted, “but what moron decided on a open cockpit?”
Roy hid a wince at how outspoken she was, but couldn't disagree. “There are snipers among the Decepticons,” he noted, “hell, just a lucky shot could blow the driver away.”
“Someone at command was thinking more about the heroic image of a pilot riding into battle, no doubt,” Gloval conceded.
“Seriously, sir, they're death traps like this,” Izzy said.
“I'll write up a recommendation to provide a armored canopy,” Gloval nodded reassuringly, “and I hope you'll sign it too. Having line officers supporting the change would help.”
From his tone Izzy figured he had objected already, and was here for more ammunition to bring to the argument. Which was fine with her, honestly. “How soon can we get a hold of those new Veritechs?” Izzy asked, easily imagining the kind of damage she could do with the upgraded weapons, Not to mention the improved boosters.
“They're going to senior plots first,” Lisa grinned, “but yes, you're in line to get one.”
“I'm not so sure about the cycle transformer,” Izzy noted as she called up a image on her personal screen on the table, “I can see how it'd be useful for certain jobs like bodyguarding or some scout missions. But does it have enough firepower to protect itself from a Decepticon?”
“Hell, the armor's too light to take a direct hit,” Roy noted, frowning.
“The design is focused on speed and maneuverability,” Claudia pointed out responsibly. “They won't be going toe to toe with the enemy.”
“We won't be choosing drivers based on the usual pilots,” Gloval noted, “we won't encourage direct confrontation with Decepticons.”
“Why is there a note about numbers saturation?” Izzy noted dryly. “Command WILL throw these things at Decepticons as cannon fodder, if it comes to that.”
“Then let's hope it doesn't come to that,” Gloval sighed.
Roy nodded slightly. “And what about the car variation?” he changed the subject.
Claudia shrugged eloquently, “What's the POINT? The Autobots already have that covered, don't they?” She scowled, “Someone just wanted a really cool car, didn't they?”
Gloval didn't exactly deny that, hiding a smile. “It might be useful on some infiltration missions,” he suggested mildly.
“It would be just as easy having Arcee do it,” Izzy noted flatly. “Seriously, if you have to make one for the admiral in question and that's it.”
Lisa fought back a snicker, suspecting her own father might be behind the idea. “We'll put together a report based on this meeting then,” she said, “everyone okay with that?”
“No problem,” Claudia agreed as she got up. She checked her watch, “I believe Roy and I are off shift at the moment?”
Gloval smiled wryly as Claudia bodily dragged Roy off, “Have fun you two.”
Izzy fought back a chuckle as she stood along with Lisa. “It's good to see you, sir,” she told Gloval, “are things going well with command?”
“Much the same as usual,” Gloval got up, stretching, “in between the military decisions there is the usual fighting of factions. I swear I spend as much time fighting my fellows as the Decepticons.”
“At least you can shoot at the Decepticons,” Izzy noted with a faint smile.
“Indeed,” Gloval laughed softly.
“Would you like me to escort you off the ship?” Lisa offered politely and the older man moved to leave.
Gloval chuckled, “I'm sure I can waylay a ensign.” He tilted his head and asked, “Aren't you and Izzy off shift?”
“We are,” Lisa conceded, wondering what he was up to.
“Why don't you both go get some dinner,” Gloval said as the taller man ducked under the hatch, “I'm sure you'd have more fun than escorting me off the shift.”
“Yes sir,” Izzy nodded as he walked away. There was a beat of silence then she looked over at Lisa, “Did he just set us up?”
“Looks like it,” Lisa nodded, chuckling. “You mind?”
Izzy smiled back, “No, it's fine. Do you wanna get changed before we hit the cafeteria?”
“Better not,” Lisa noted, “with our luck something else will come up.”
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Arcee liked driving alone, sometimes. With the situation with the Decepticons she couldn't do it as much as she wanted, but occassionally it was nice to just get outside and race, the whind whistling by and the sun shining on her hood.
Today was less carefree as she raced across the desert silently, investigating a odd energy report from the Ark. There was power where human maps showed nothing, and a flare of energy that was frankly unearthly. She reached the hulls were the energy reading came from and slowed, advancing more carefully to avoid detection.
Arcee moved up slowly, hugging the rocks for cover, and eventually reached a rise over a deep valley. Too deep, she instantly judged, realizing that the place had been mined somehow. Her visual processors picked up Megatron immediately, thought she didn't recognize the vehicles he faced.
“Combaticons,” Megatron said flatly, “you were once scum, criminals that Cybertron could not tolerate. You were held indeffinately, condemned because of your treachery against me, a move you repeated under Starscream.”
Onslaught, the missile truck, transformed into robot mode. “You wouldn't have called us back from exile just to abuse us,” he said, the blue-green bodied robot studying Megatron thoughtfully.
“I am willing to accept you back,” Megatron nodded, “and ore, will repair and upgrade your bodies. But in return you must serve me loyaly, or die.”
The jeep transformed into Swindle, the Decepticon looking at Megatron thoughtfully. “IF we form Bruticus, you couldn't stop us,” he noted.
“Oh no?” Megatron smile coldly as the Stuntacons formed up behind him, the implicit threat of them forming the combiner Menasor there.
'He has re-united the combiner Decepticons?' Arcee thought, honestly worried now. The combiners were some of the most dangerous Transformers, but they had difficulty cooperating to generate their gestalt forms. It looked like Megatron had overcome that limitation.
“With you, Devestator and Menasor I will crush the Autobot city,” Megatron smiled coldly, “and rip Prime's spark out with my bare hands.”
Silently Arcee moved down the slope, reaching the base then transforming into car mode. At the best speed she could manage while staying covert she raced off, determined to bring the information back to base. The Autobots had to know!
To be continued....
Series: Robotech vs Transformers
Type: Crossover
Links: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2398283/17/Robotech_vs_Transformers_Revenge_Road
Chapter Seventeen
It got very frustrating flying patrols with no peep from the Decepticons, Izzy Randal found. The green haired pilot returned to Fortress One with no kills and no sightings to report, a frustrating development indeed. Of course it was a report echoed by pilots from other carriers and their Autobot allies, but that didn't make it any less annoying.
Lining up to the landing lights she throttled back as she hit the deck, cutting engines as the capture nets deployed. She rolled forward, stopping on the elevator and descended into the massive armored aircraft carrier. As soon as the fighter was in place crewmen swarmed over it, beginning the maintenance cycle that would last until shortly before it launched again.
“Lt!” Roy Fokker grinned, the blond haired former fighter jock having just arrived on Fortress One for his new position. Bumped up to a Lt. Commander Roy was now in charge of the fighter command on the ship, as well as liasoning with other carriers.
“Hey old man,” Izzy grinned at him, jogging over to where he stood.
“I'll old man you,” Roy moved to clout her upside the head.
Izzy laughed, ducking under the blow. “Good to have you back,” she noted as they walked side by side deeper into the ship.
“Well, we'll see,” Roy shrugged slightly, the taller man looking faintly haunted. He had been a pilot for a very, very long time, and he wasn't sure if he still wanted to be in the service without flying a fighter. On the other hand, he wasn't sure what else to do with himself....
“Look on the bright side,” Izzy offered as they headed to the changing rooms, “you can go see Claudia when you're both off shift. And you're not likely to get seperated any time soon.”
A faint blushed colored Roy's cheeks as he admitted, “That's a plus.” Briskly he said, “You have time for a informal briefing?”
“For who, and how informal?” Izzy asked a him bit suspiciously.
“Very informal, and just Claudia, Lisa and Gloval,” Roy told her. “Mostly they want your opinion on new weapons the brass are thinking of introducing.”
“I suppose I could do that,” Izzy conceded as they reached the door to the change room. “Now if you don't mind, I REALLY need a shower.”
“Scrub your back?” Roy offered jokingly.
Izzy opened the door and went in as she told him over her shoulder, “Don't even think about it, you old horndog.”
A few minutes later after a hasty shower and a change into fresh fatigues, Izzy felt a little more ready to face the boss. 'God, I wish I had time to do my hair or something,' she thought, imagining Lisa's amused look as she ran her hands through her hair to try to straighten it a bit.
Lisa Hayes did indeed look faintly amused, the brown haired woman smiling in greeting as Izzy entered the meeting room. “Hello, Izzy,” she smiled.
“Commander.” Izzy nodded to Lisa, “Captain,” to Claudia, then “Admiral,” to Gloval. She shook his hand, “It's been a long time, sir.”
“Indeed,” the old Russian nodded. “At ease, we're all friends here,” Admiral Gloval said, “please, take a seat.”
Izzy nodded respectfully, controlling her surprise at how he appeared. Gloval was shockingly old to Izzy, looking much older than he actually was. 'Has running the war with the Decepticons been as hard on him as this?' she wondered.
Roy casually took a seat by Claudia, while Lisa stood by the monitor built into the wall. “What Admiral Gloval wants is our opinions on the new transformable mecha that are in development or are near launching,” Lisa said. “I'm going to review some of the data here, then we'll talk.”
With that Lisa went over the new mecha about to be mobilized. The Super Veritech was finally ready to go, after multiple delays, and the Hover-tanks were also nearly ready to go into full production. There were also concept sketches for a cycle transformer and a patrol boat design.
“I like the Hover-tanks,” Izzy noted, “but what moron decided on a open cockpit?”
Roy hid a wince at how outspoken she was, but couldn't disagree. “There are snipers among the Decepticons,” he noted, “hell, just a lucky shot could blow the driver away.”
“Someone at command was thinking more about the heroic image of a pilot riding into battle, no doubt,” Gloval conceded.
“Seriously, sir, they're death traps like this,” Izzy said.
“I'll write up a recommendation to provide a armored canopy,” Gloval nodded reassuringly, “and I hope you'll sign it too. Having line officers supporting the change would help.”
From his tone Izzy figured he had objected already, and was here for more ammunition to bring to the argument. Which was fine with her, honestly. “How soon can we get a hold of those new Veritechs?” Izzy asked, easily imagining the kind of damage she could do with the upgraded weapons, Not to mention the improved boosters.
“They're going to senior plots first,” Lisa grinned, “but yes, you're in line to get one.”
“I'm not so sure about the cycle transformer,” Izzy noted as she called up a image on her personal screen on the table, “I can see how it'd be useful for certain jobs like bodyguarding or some scout missions. But does it have enough firepower to protect itself from a Decepticon?”
“Hell, the armor's too light to take a direct hit,” Roy noted, frowning.
“The design is focused on speed and maneuverability,” Claudia pointed out responsibly. “They won't be going toe to toe with the enemy.”
“We won't be choosing drivers based on the usual pilots,” Gloval noted, “we won't encourage direct confrontation with Decepticons.”
“Why is there a note about numbers saturation?” Izzy noted dryly. “Command WILL throw these things at Decepticons as cannon fodder, if it comes to that.”
“Then let's hope it doesn't come to that,” Gloval sighed.
Roy nodded slightly. “And what about the car variation?” he changed the subject.
Claudia shrugged eloquently, “What's the POINT? The Autobots already have that covered, don't they?” She scowled, “Someone just wanted a really cool car, didn't they?”
Gloval didn't exactly deny that, hiding a smile. “It might be useful on some infiltration missions,” he suggested mildly.
“It would be just as easy having Arcee do it,” Izzy noted flatly. “Seriously, if you have to make one for the admiral in question and that's it.”
Lisa fought back a snicker, suspecting her own father might be behind the idea. “We'll put together a report based on this meeting then,” she said, “everyone okay with that?”
“No problem,” Claudia agreed as she got up. She checked her watch, “I believe Roy and I are off shift at the moment?”
Gloval smiled wryly as Claudia bodily dragged Roy off, “Have fun you two.”
Izzy fought back a chuckle as she stood along with Lisa. “It's good to see you, sir,” she told Gloval, “are things going well with command?”
“Much the same as usual,” Gloval got up, stretching, “in between the military decisions there is the usual fighting of factions. I swear I spend as much time fighting my fellows as the Decepticons.”
“At least you can shoot at the Decepticons,” Izzy noted with a faint smile.
“Indeed,” Gloval laughed softly.
“Would you like me to escort you off the ship?” Lisa offered politely and the older man moved to leave.
Gloval chuckled, “I'm sure I can waylay a ensign.” He tilted his head and asked, “Aren't you and Izzy off shift?”
“We are,” Lisa conceded, wondering what he was up to.
“Why don't you both go get some dinner,” Gloval said as the taller man ducked under the hatch, “I'm sure you'd have more fun than escorting me off the shift.”
“Yes sir,” Izzy nodded as he walked away. There was a beat of silence then she looked over at Lisa, “Did he just set us up?”
“Looks like it,” Lisa nodded, chuckling. “You mind?”
Izzy smiled back, “No, it's fine. Do you wanna get changed before we hit the cafeteria?”
“Better not,” Lisa noted, “with our luck something else will come up.”
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
Arcee liked driving alone, sometimes. With the situation with the Decepticons she couldn't do it as much as she wanted, but occassionally it was nice to just get outside and race, the whind whistling by and the sun shining on her hood.
Today was less carefree as she raced across the desert silently, investigating a odd energy report from the Ark. There was power where human maps showed nothing, and a flare of energy that was frankly unearthly. She reached the hulls were the energy reading came from and slowed, advancing more carefully to avoid detection.
Arcee moved up slowly, hugging the rocks for cover, and eventually reached a rise over a deep valley. Too deep, she instantly judged, realizing that the place had been mined somehow. Her visual processors picked up Megatron immediately, thought she didn't recognize the vehicles he faced.
“Combaticons,” Megatron said flatly, “you were once scum, criminals that Cybertron could not tolerate. You were held indeffinately, condemned because of your treachery against me, a move you repeated under Starscream.”
Onslaught, the missile truck, transformed into robot mode. “You wouldn't have called us back from exile just to abuse us,” he said, the blue-green bodied robot studying Megatron thoughtfully.
“I am willing to accept you back,” Megatron nodded, “and ore, will repair and upgrade your bodies. But in return you must serve me loyaly, or die.”
The jeep transformed into Swindle, the Decepticon looking at Megatron thoughtfully. “IF we form Bruticus, you couldn't stop us,” he noted.
“Oh no?” Megatron smile coldly as the Stuntacons formed up behind him, the implicit threat of them forming the combiner Menasor there.
'He has re-united the combiner Decepticons?' Arcee thought, honestly worried now. The combiners were some of the most dangerous Transformers, but they had difficulty cooperating to generate their gestalt forms. It looked like Megatron had overcome that limitation.
“With you, Devestator and Menasor I will crush the Autobot city,” Megatron smiled coldly, “and rip Prime's spark out with my bare hands.”
Silently Arcee moved down the slope, reaching the base then transforming into car mode. At the best speed she could manage while staying covert she raced off, determined to bring the information back to base. The Autobots had to know!
To be continued....