Shattered Voices Ch 3

We come to a screen that has a chair right in front of   it.  It’s silent for a while. Actually, not for long. The scene goes down to Modern day Earth, the year is 2052 right on the dot. It goes into a mine-base where some Decepticons are playing a game involving large marbles and some cards, mostly Blitzwing and Lugnut are playing the Marble game with two humans; Marcus and Smulder. Those boys are teenagers born one year apart from each other. Marcus has the hat with puzzle-pieced shaped bloches on it, his black hair hangs from the side, he wore a vest over a white-buttoned up shirt, he has on long dark-sea-blue jeans, and these shoes that are unbeatable.

           “Okay, one…two…three!” Marcus said, using his fingers to make his marble move, as in he flicked at it.

           Smulder’s got big hair having some bangs to the side, just like Marcus, except; He wore a black jacket, white turtleneck, black jeans, and some chains are hanging out from his pocket. He wore a frown not anyone would be familiar with, but, grumpy natured humans casually could refer to this as something common.

           “Aw man!” Blitzwing complains, “My marble goz ouz zhe zone!”  His marble did, in fact, get out of the ring.

           The Big, hunchback-like Transformer laughs.

           “Mine made it into the ring!” He shook his arms in the air. “I’m so more careful when it comes to aim!” He seems so cheerful, just by the knowledge of being so giant it made him a bit wary over what things he tipped over and bent by accident like the night-lights dotting the Detroit street now bent like noodles because of Lugnut’s leaning while doing some art on a canvas. This is Lugnut who’s cheering.

           “You’ve had praczice.”  The German mech comments, as Marcus and Lugnut share a fist bump. “I didn’z.”

           A seeker comes down the hallway.

           “That’s me.” Our Starscream from a different time points out. “Before…it happened.”

           Smulder wore his usual frown.

           “Smulder, did you mess with the atomic-cloud-dispersing Particles…again?” Starscream taps his foot on the floor. By how he referred to this unknown scientific mention, it meant Smulder has been in Starscream’s lab longer than anyone in the entire crew for the past two years.

       Megatron, on the other hand, has been trying to reestablish some connection to the Decepticons who remained from the Great War. Since Cybertron is a hopeless direction (The Autobots have more forces than the Decepticons on their side), they had another choice; claim an Unhabited metal planet. As much as they liked Earth, The Decepticons did not want it to share the fate as their native planet Cybertron. When they repaired their ship and got the allspark-Shards, as much as they can, the Decepticons will leave Earth with the Autobots on their heels.  

           “Blah blah blah,” Smulder uses his right hand to make a talking mimic. “Messing with science equipment is dangerous says the ‘ I’m-experienced-with-it ‘ robot who got the base almost kaboomy!” He earns a frown from the Decepticon. “Geeze, it’s so easy to make something new from those weird particles into an elephant shape.”          

           Marcus,Blitzwing, and Lugnut laugh.

           “That’s the Elephant reduce disease, Smulder!” The Elephant reduce disease is capable of reducing memory a person has and lowers the chances of remembering things for years by 79%. If it comes in contact with another individual during an experiment it could prove fatal when they try undoing the affects.

           Smulder’s phone rings,

           “And there goes the rock-band Concert.” Lugnut and Blitzwing say at once.

           Smulder picks up his light gray and purple cell phone, and then puts it to his ear. “Smulder here!”  He’s part of a rock-band stationed in Detroit currently since it is so small and has a developing fanbase behind it, they have not gone on tours to different states quite yet from lack of funding. Marcus does not have a part in this band, despite his skills in playing the tuba.  “Wait, are you sure? Geeze, that’s bigger than the concert we had last year! …Are you kidding me about the tickets being sold out?” He gets up when lowering down his phone. “Be back later.”

           Smulder walks out the base.

           Starscream’s got this ‘I-have-a-long-night-ahead-of me’ expression on his faceplate.    

           “Starscream, what’s a Shadotime-zone?” Marcus asks, randomly. “You mention it like it’s dangerous, like, when Blitzwing suggested it.”

           “It’s  a bit like the Shadowzone,” Starscream said, having sound as if he has been given this information by some other counterpart from a different universe, specifically Soundwave by accident. It seemed so confusing to him when the red-opticed counterpart did not say a word. “And I fear nobody can speak in it through intercomn.”

           Lugut and Blitzwing giggled, while Marcus picks up the marbles.

           “And do not feel hunger; it’s almost as if whoever is in it…is frozen physically. Never age…never grow old…never die of natural causes.” Starscream said. “It’s caused by four space bridges in the forms of portals that surround the target at once instead of two. This target can make shadows. This Target can see others and multitituldes of different time-lines in the same area.”        

           Marcus’s eyes grew wide.

           “Coooooool!” He sounds excited. “Just like Neverland!”                

           Starscream has heard of it.

           “Almost…Almost..” Starscream said, followed by a smile. He knew something else…He left it out intentionally.

           “You can never get out once in it.” Starscream’s future voice is heard. “This Target will watch others die, grow old, and possibly have their own adventures with organisms un-discovered in this…” He looks around the ship he’s inside. “Disclosed area. You still can explore the entire ship and not go in circles for several hours….but never can get out.”