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Date Posted: 19:35:35 06/10/01 Sun
Author: X
Subject: History file 51395 - Invasion on Rugby (Part 1)
In reply to: X 's message, "Under this thread, historical files of the SPUniverse will be posted." on 16:24:04 06/10/01 Sun

SBR: Chapter 1 - Part one

Invasion

The bar was quieter than usual. The dance floor was empty; the band had taken the day off. A few booths were filled with chatting patrons, and one lone transformer sat at the bar. The dark colored maximal, known as Air Raid, kept his black-feathered wings folded on his back, his talon-shoulder guards suggesting an Avian beast mode. A captain's saber hung loosely to his side swinging off the bar stool, brushing against its soft plastic covering surface. Flight officer wings etched onto its blade made it clear that he was a captain of a ship..

"Quiet day at Rugby huh, Tankup?"

"Yeah, too quiet. It's hurtin' business." replied the Tin-man-like barkeep.

"Is business all that matters to you?"

"Of course not! I've got dreams like everyone else on the station. But I do have to have business to stay open."

"Yeah..."

"I'm just looking for a little happiness like everyone else."

Air Raid tossed down another shot of pure energon, causing a shiver to run through his circuits. He wiped his brow with his wrist as he continued on in the conversation. "Well, you run a really nice, friendly joint here, and you treat people real nice too."

"A bot tries"

"It's been good talking to you Tankup, but I've got to get back to duty. But hey, you know me, I'll back before you know it! Keep a drink waiting for me."

"You bet."

Air Raid stood from the stool, his saber clanking at his side as he walked towards the Command Center. Tankup, meanwhile, kindly served a new patron a glass of seltzer water.

Air Raid entered the Command Center and saluted the commanding officer, a large, silver tank-bot named Typhoon, who returned the salute and allowed Air Raid to continue with his work. The Command Center controlled all the operations of Rugby. The large room contained a view-screen to one side, workstations scattered around the room, and various computers. Air Raid walked to the workstation of the Flight coordinator, and picked up his schedule. "Cargo drop, passenger transport, how dull," thought Air Raid. Abruptly his thoughts were interupted as the computer's alert mode came on-line. Lights flashed all around the station and an alarm sounded off, as a message flashed on the view screen, simultaneously announced vocally:

"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! Security to the Docking Bay! All civilians are asked to take cover immediately."

Sirens continued to wail across the station, the announcement repeating periodically. "Maybe it won't be so dull." Security officers suited up, humans wearing large black armor, and helmets complete with black visors. They ran in and out of the vault grabbing weapons, and distributing them. The guards ran out of the Command Center, clanking all the way out into the hallways, heading towards the Docking Bay. No one seemed to care that the Vault door was left wide open.

The commander of the Starbase stood from his seat, staring at the view screen. Images of the Docking Bay from different angles flashed by, displaying the guards' arrival. Over the com-link, the head security officer gave the Command Center an update:

"We have entered the Docking Bay. No sign of an intruder as yet..."

The moments ticked by, as the Command Center officers watched the view screen in silence. The team continued to search the Docking Bay, but found nothing.

"Sir, there is not an intruder here. They must have escaped, or--wha!?"

The security officer spun around at the sound of a menacing laugh! The laugh filled the Command Center, echoing over the Com-link...

"Halt! Put your hands in th--"

Before he could even finish the sentence, a barrage of missiles spiralled towards the team, exploding on impact. The view screen and com-link turned to static, as fear and utter shock ran through every being in the Command Center.

"We need more officers down there! Bring everything you can; we have to stop this intruder from causing any more damage!" Typhoon shouted. In a fury of action, officers ran around, preparing to go fight the intruder! A few were lucky enough to get strapped into mechs; others were just lucky enough to get some extra body armor. Air Raid was one of the few that stayed behind in the Command Center, keeping tabs on the officers, and making evacuation preparations.

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