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Summary:
Calliber Tron's profile and story.
Author's
Note: Calliber Tron created by Seawave and Equus.
Rating -
PG
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CALLIBER
TRON
ALLEGIANCE: AUTOBOT
FUNCTION: WARRIOR
"Come
on, guys! Lets pardy!"
"Respect
is a rare and precious gift."
Profile: No one knew
exactly where Calliber Tron came from. He just showed up one day to join the
fight. One of his greatest ambitions is to preserve peace and protect the
innocent. He's very daring and brave. His courage is legendary. Sometimes, he's
happy to wait in silence for hours. This makes him a natural choice for an
ambush party. He has extremely high potential and would make an excellent
squadron leader. He's very intelligent and shows ingenuity and flashes of
genius on the field. Well liked and respected by his Autobot comrades. He's
called
He gets
on very well with and cares very much about humans. He has a good sense of
humour and his practical jokes always raise a laugh. Calliber Tron cares a lot
about his friends, but that's under his exterior. He rarely shows his inner
feelings. He'll always help a friend in need. He's very fond on the little
Autobot Mindwave and feels comfortable about showing his inner feelings to him,
and lets Mindwave call him "Cally" - he calls Mindwave Mindy!
Calliber Tron respects Optimus Prime deeply. He gets on like a legend with
Kamikaze, an ex-Decepticon, who used to be his favourite enemy!
Abilities: In unicorn mode
he's armed with side arm missiles. His horn shoots an electrical charge up to
50 million volts. Has powerful optical lasers. He is capable of flight in
unicorn mode. His maximum flying speed is Mach 3. Range 8000 kilometres. In
robot mode, he carries a shatter-blaster. His powerful radio transmission
receiver/sender in his head can also unscramble coded and foreign messages.
He's heat resistant of temperatures to 8000 centigrade. He's a competent spy
and virtually lethal on the battleground. Specialises in secret messages,
defence guard and scouting.
Weaknesses: Calliber Tron's
worst habit is not keeping track
of his
ammunition levels. He doesn't like following orders, which can lead to
problems. His legs and wings in unicorn are vulnerable and can be easily
wounded. Sometimes he's too brash, impulsive, can be a little too ruthless at
times. His occasional stallion instincts can leave him vulnerable to attack.
--
TECH SPECS --
STRENGTH
--
8 INTELLIGENCE -- 7
SPEED
--
6 RANK -- 7
ENDURANCE
--
10 COURAGE -- 10
FIREPOWER
-- 7
SKILL -- 7
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CALLIBER
TRON
Calliber
Tron sat sitting the main control room, bored as ever. Beachcomber entered
looking rather upset.
"Hey,
dude, what's happenin'?"
"Nothing
..." replied Beachcomber quietly.
"Hey
... What's up?"
"Nothing."
"C'mon,
y' can tell me ..."
"I just
wish the innocent wouldn't always have to suffer, like that poor deer that was
shot last week in the battle..."
"Yeah,
me too, but cheer up, we're Autobots and we can do something about it."
Beachcomber
smiled. "I hope so."
Calliber
Tron smiled back.
Unlike
Beachcomber, Calliber Tron loved the thrill of battle was in the mood for a
battle and was quite ecstatic when the Decepticons staged a surprise attack.
"All-Right!!"
He
eagerly ran outside and began to blast the attacking Decepticons. He resumed his
unicorn mode released a bolt of electricity from his horn, hitting Skywarp in
his stomach. The Decepticon crashed onto the ground in a great deal of pain.
Calliber Tron didn't notice.
Skywarp
lay on the ground until the pain began to subside. He glared at Calliber Tron
with pure rage and blasted, but missed. The Autobot spun around and readied his
shatter-blaster and walked to him. Skywarp was still hurt and lying on the
ground. Nervous, the Decepticon looked at Calliber Tron, who pointed his
shatter-blaster at him. "No ... don't ..."
It was a
known fact that Calliber Tron, could be quite ruthless. He pulled the trigger
and shot Skywarp in his throat. The Decepticon screamed in pain, clutching his
neck. Blood poured down out of it, over his hands, chest and the ground. The
Seeker gasped with pain. Calliber Tron saw the blood - He hadn't meant to
inflict this much pain. He knelt down beside the Decepticon. Skywarp tried to
beg Calliber Tron not to hurt him. Blood spurted out of his throat and mouth.
"Ratchet,
can you repair this dude? I mean I know he's a 'Con', but he's in bad pain and
it's my fault. I lost it out there. Do you mind repairing him?"
"I
will, Calliber Tron. I took the Hippocratic Oath as a Doctor... But I do feel a
little strange repairing a Decepticon..." Ratchet began to repair Skywarp.
When
Skywarp regained consciousness, fully functional. He looked around, confused.
"I'm
sorry," Calliber Tron said. ". We may be enemies, but what I did out
there was wrong.
"I
guess I should thank you ..." Skywarp said, "you didn't have to
repair me."
"Yes,"
Calliber Tron said. "We did."
* * *
Optimus
Prime approached Calliber Tron after the battle.
"I
saw what you did today, Calliber Tron and I have to say, I was not
impressed."
The
youngest Autobot turned around. He knew this was coming.
"Wha
about? Repairing Skywarp or blasting the living lubricant out of him."
"The
former," Prime replied. "They may be our enemies, but if we employ
such tactics, it makes us no better than them. I'm aware you had him repaired,
but this situation could have been avoided if you exercised a little more
control."
"Yes,
Prime, I know and I'm sorry."
"And
if I am not mistaken," Optimus continued, "I expressly ordered the
Autobots to hold fire until fired upon. You fired the first shot. Why did you
disobey my order?"
"Why
did you give it?"
Optimus
Prime understood that Calliber Tron was going to be a handful and calmly
answered his question. " And waiting until your enemy moves first is a
wise battle tactic. Though violence begets more violence. We Autobots fight
because we have no choice."
"I
am sorry I disobeyed you, Prime. I have taken orders in the past from so called
high and mighty leaders, giving orders for the sake of it, too absorbed in
their own egos."
"I
understand," Prime said, "and it is unfortunate that many who call
themselves leaders behave in such a fashion."
"I
am sorry, Prime." Calliber tron said. "I had to make sure, otherwise
I would have left, but I can see now that you're nothing like them. Unlike
them, you *are* a leader."
Optimus
smiled. "Thank you, Calliber Tron."
* * *
Two
Autobots argued about their orders.
"Why
does he always give us the boring things to do?"
"Yeah.
I'm not doin' surveillance again. It's the pits."
"Just
do it and get it over with" Calliber Tron said, coning to them.
"No
way! I don't feel like surveillance today."
"DO
IT!" Calliber Tron yelled.
"Hey
... Cool your transistors, Buddy... Prime wouldn't mind if we didn't
go..."
"Yeah
- We'll go another day - maybe."
Calliber
Tron was furious. He transformed into his unicorn mode and bucked them all in
their chests.
"We
get your point,
"Well,
MOVE IT!!!"
* * *
Calliber
Tron cantered along the grass, something he loved to do. But this time his
enjoyment would be short lives as he came under attack from Dead End, lurking
in the bushes nearby. The Autobot fought back, but the Stunticon blasted him in
his chest and stomach. Calliber Tron fell onto the ground. He despised feeling
helpless, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Dead End approached him
and pointed his gyro-gun at Calliber Tron's head.
"I
have Megatron's orders to get all required information on you, Autobot --"
"How
do I get myself into these situations?! - "How do I get myself out? Any
ideas???"
Dead End
almost laughed.
"I
won't tell you anything, you dirty Deceptidude ..."
Dead End
let loose a shot, grazing Calliber Tron's cheek.
"Yow...
Too close! You know, all right. I'll tell you. What the hell. I'm an Autobot,
my name is Calliber Tron, Rank 7. I transform into a robotic Unicorn ... Let's
see ... What else ... Ah yes, I really don't like Decepticons..."
"Enough!"
"I
haven't finished. You don't even know what my favourite movie is."
"Humour
me," Dead End said, beginning to lose his patience.
"Gosh,
there are so many ... But there's the one about this good guy and a bad guy is
pointing a gun at his head and he throws a rock at the bad guys head and
punches him."
Calliber
Tron threw the rock he had found. Dead End lost Balance and the Autobot punched
Dead End in his stomach and threw him onto the ground. Calliber Tron picked up
his shatter-blaster. Dead End, seeing the tide turn, quickly stood and flew
back to Decepticon headquarters before Calliber Tron could cause grievous
bodily harm.
* * *
In yet another
battle, Calliber Tron blasted Ravage who was attacking Bumblebee. In a sudden
movement, almost all the Decepticons turned their attention toward this lone
Autobot
"Hey!
One at a time ... One at a time ..."
The
Decepticons became slightly amused, but easily managed to get the better of
him.
"Line
up," Calliber Tron rasped. You'll all get your autographs. Don’t
push."
Calliber
Tron fell onto the ground as he was blasted. He tried to stand, but the other
Decepticons prevented him.
"Uh
... guys ..." Calliber Tron hoped the other Autobots could hear him,
"I need some major help here! ...Guys?"
Fortunately
some Autobots did hear him and managed to fight off the Decepticons.
"Hey
... thanks. I never knew I was that popular ..."
His
friends laughed.
Later in
the battle, Vortex grabbed Bumblebee.
"Lemme
go, Decepticreep!"
"Make
one more move and you're history ..." Vortex aimed his gun at Bumblebee's
head.
Calliber
Tron rant to Vortex in unicorn mode.
"I wouldn't
if I were you ..."
Vortex
turned to see the Unicorn and pointed the gun closer to Bumblebee's head.
"Just try it, dude, and you'll fry - literally!"
The
unicorn charged his horn at, looking very threatening indeed.
Vortex
forced a smile, lowered his gun and patted Bumblebee's head. "Cute little
thing isn't he? You Autobots are so ... cool..."
The
Unicorn glared at Vortex. "Get outta here before I-"
"All
right ... Hold your horses I'm going," and he split.
"Whoa
...That was close ... Thanks,
"That's
cool, Bumble."
Calliber
Tron was grateful to have saved his friend.
* * *
Calliber
Tron, being a practical joker, later, decided to play a prac on Optimus Prime.
The big bot needed some amusement, he decided. He made a faux Energon cube, put
a small vocal device inside it, then put the cube on the ledge. He readied his
microphone and remote control device. Optimus Prime entered the Energon room
and picked up the Energon cube and was about to drink it. Calliber Tron almost
burst out laughing.
"Please
don't eat me ..." he controlled the cube to say.
Optimus
Prime jerked backwards in utter shock and surprise.
Calliber
Tron used his remote to make the cube jerk free of Optimus Prime's grip and fly
around the room. Optimus Prime was both confused and surprised, but he managed
to catch the Energon cube.
"Please
don't eat me ..." the cube 'said, in a 'frightened' voice.
Optimus
looked at the it. "Uhh ... I won't eat you ... What in the universe is
going on???"
Calliber
Tron burst out laughing. Optimus Prime put the cube down.
"
"Time
for me to hoof it ..."
He
started to briskly walk away. Optimus Prime saw him.
"Come
here," he ordered.
The tone
of Optimus Prime's voice made Calliber Tron feel uneasy.
"Come
with me," ordered Optimus, sounding harsh.
Calliber
Tron felt even more uneasy as he followed his leader. The elder Autobot opened
a door to a room.
"Get
in," he ordered, sounding cold.
Calliber
Tron walked into the dark room.
"Sit
down."
Optimus
Prime sat on the ledge, while Calliber Tron sat down in the chair. He tried to
tell Optimus it was only a joke, but Optimus abruptly cut him off and glared at
him. Calliber Tron felt very uneasy. He couldn't bring himself to look at
Optimus. He looked away, sensing Optimus was still glaring at him. About two
minutes later, he looked at his leader who was still glaring at him.
"Sit
down!"
"Prime
... It ..."
"Be
quiet."
Optimus
Prime continued to glare at Calliber Tron.
What's
he gonna do to me? ... he thought, worriedly. It was only a joke ...
"Prime,
I'm sorry, but...-"
"I
said - be quiet!"
The next
minute seemed like years to Calliber Tron. Inside, he was shivering and feeling
more uneasy by the 'year.'
Optimus
Prime stood up and walked to him, then gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder.
"Great
joke,
Optimus
smiled and walked out of the room. Calliber Tron sat with his audio wide open.
He couldn't even think of anything to say and then he let out a laugh.
"Oooohhhh
... He Got me scared lubricantless ... Not a bad prac, actually ..."
* * *
A few
days later another Autobot/Decepticon battle raged. Calliber Tron was thrilled,
but Optimus Prime asked him to stay and guard Autobot headquarters in case of a
Decepticons intrusion.
"I
love a good fight, Prime, please can I-"
"No,
Optimus
left, leaving Calliber Tron angry.
"Oh,
what fun..."
He watched
the battle through Teletraan I's view screen.
"This
is more excitin' than doin' nothin', but I wanna be out there ... Aww
... no dirty dude Decepticons'll come in here ... I'm goin' out there."
He felt a
little bad disobeying Optimus Prime.
"I
hope he doesn't mind ..." he said to himself, joining in on the battle.
"Calliber
Tron" said Optimus Prime, surprised. "What are you doing out here? I
told you to stay inside and guard-" "C'mon, Prime, no Deceps are
gonna sneak in and it's so boring..."
"Nevertheless,
they could. I want you to go back inside and complete guard duty."
"But,
Prime-"
"Calliber
Tron, go."
"Prime,
they're not gonna ..."
"They
could, Calliber Tron. Go back."
Calliber
Tron stayed where he was.
"Calliber
Tron, go back" Optimus said, voice raised a hair.
"No,
Prime, they're not gonna ..."
"Calliber
Tron!!"
Calliber
Tron was feeling quite angry now.
"No!"
he yelled back, failing to notice the Decepticons above, behind and far in
front of Optimus Prime, who all had their weapons trained on him.
All of a
sudden, they all fired - All at once. Each shot a direct hit. There was an
explosion. Optimus dropped his laser rifle and fell to the ground. Calliber
Tron stared wide eyed. Optimus lay on the ground, blood everywhere. His metal
skin had split open and his body looked terrible.
"I'm
sorry, Prime ..." he said, trying to keep back tears.
Some
other Autobots ran to him and helped
"Calliber
Tron" said Ratchet, later, "there's nothing we can-"
"NO!!!"
Ratchet
gently put his arm around him and tried to comfort him. Calliber Tron pushed it
off.
"Go
away ..." he sobbed, crying softly.
Ratchet
left, feeling sorry for him. Calliber Tron ignored the acid wound he'd sported
in the battle. He didn't even feel the painful acid that was eating away at his
leg. When he stood up, he fell down again. Ratchet then saw the wound.
"Ooohh,
Calliber Tron, that looks painful ..."
"It's
all right, Ratchet ... Leave me alone."
"Calliber
Tron, if that acid keeps eating away at you like that, it may kill you."
"I
don't care."
Ratchet
knew Calliber Tron was upset about Optimus Prime's - as every Autobot was. He
was a wonderful leader and valued friend.
"
Calliber
Tron, respecting his leader, allowed Ratchet to repair him, but was still very
upset.
"I'm
sorry,
"It's
not your fault, Ratchet," he sobbed. "It's those @#%&$!* Decepticons!!!!
I'll kill all of them!!!"
Ratchet
left, feeling sorry for him. Calliber Tron stood up.
At that
time Rumble, was spying, and Calliber Tron saw him.
"You
filthy, disgusting Decepticon creep ..." he growled, blasting Rumble
several times, wounding him.
Calliber
Tron walked to Rumble, with blood in his eyes, snarling. Rumble was weak and
couldn't stand.
"Die
you worthless piece of shit--" Calliber Tron said, cold.
"No
... I didn't do anything ..." gasped Rumble, quite frightened.
Calliber
Tron's compassion had evaporated. He pointed his shatter-blaster at Rumble's
head and began to pull back on the trigger. There was a blast, but not at
Rumble, Ratchet had blasted Calliber Tron's shatter-blaster. Calliber Tron spun
around.
"Ratchet!!
What the hell did you do that for?!" He demanded.
"Calliber
Tron, I am shocked at you."
"The
Decepticons killed Prime!"
"Yes,
but Optimus Prime would not approve of you mercilessly killing helpless
Decepticons less than half your size ... even though it's Rumble ..."
Calliber
Tron felt as though he had been blasted in his stomach. "I'm sorry,
Prime..." He failed to notice Soundwave, sneaking into Autobot
headquarters. The Decepticon approached, Rumble, still wounded. Calliber Tron
saw him, and aimed his gun at the blue Decepticon. Soundwave glared at him, but
did not raise arms. He knelt before Rumble and picked him up gently.
"I
come only for my comrade," he said.
The
Autobots allowed him to leave.
Soundwave
took Rumble outside.
"You
are wounded," he said.
"I
can't transform..." Rumble said weakly.
"I
shall take you back for repairs."
Rumble
nodded.
"Did
you obtain the necessary data?"
Rumble
shook his head. "I'm sorry, Calliber Tron..."
Soundwave
nodded. "That was unfortunate."
"Yes,
but what's Megatron going to-"
"Never
you mind. I will accept responsibility."
"Are
you sure, I-"
"Megatron
and I have an understanding," Soundwave said. "And there will be
other times to spy on our enemies."
Soundwave
gently picked Rumble up and flew off.
"You
see, Calliber Tron," Ratchet said, "as hard as it may be to believe -
even Decepticons are capable of caring."
"I'm
sorry ... I was so upset about Optimus ..."
Ratchet
comforted him, then walked to the repair bay where Optimus Prime's mutilated
body was lying. Even though it seemed futile, Ratchet tried as hard as he could
to repair him. He cleaned up Optimus Prime's blood and spent hours trying to
repair him. He had Optimus Prime's body looking normal, but his brain had been
horrifically damaged. Ratchet, being extremely gentle, began to try to repair
Optimus Prime's brain, deep down knowing he probably didn't have a snowflake's
chance in hell.
"This
is futile ..." said Ratchet, but I've got to do it."
Ratchet,
after many, many hours, had Optimus Prime's brain back together. Whether it was
functional or not was another story. He turned on the life support machine,
hoping Optimus would reactivate. The lines were dead straight. Ratchet waited
for a long while before slowly increasing the power up. Still nothing was
happening. The Autobot CMO was getting upset and angry. He waited longer and
longer. Still nothing was happening.
"You
stupid blasted thing!!" he yelled angrily, kicking the life support
machine as hard as he could.
There was
a strange beeping noise. The life support machine lines started to go wavy ...
Ratchet hoped it wasn't a glitch. He took a reading - Optimus Prime was alive
...
Ratchet
breathed with relief. "Thank the Matrix..."
Optimus
sat up, hand on his head. "Ohhh ... never wanna go through that ... again
..."
Ratchet
smiled and blessed the day he decided to become a doctor - saving lives was a
wonderful feeling.
* * *
Calliber
Tron sat in the Energon room, forlorn. "I'm sorry, Prime... It's all my
fault ..."
Silently,
Optimus Prime entered the room.
Calliber
Tron sensed someone else was in with him.
"Go
away" he sobbed.
Optimus
Prime gently put his hand on Calliber Tron's cheek, which was streaming with
tears, touched how much Calliber tron cared about him. The other Autobot pushed
his hand off.
"Please
... Go away," he said, crying.
Optimus
smiled gently and wiped some more tears away.
Calliber
Tron yelled. "I told you - Go - A ... OPTIMUS!"
Prime smiled.
In a rare moment, Calliber Tron threw his arms around his leader.
"Whoa
... not so tight - it still smarts..."
"Sorry,"
Calliber Tron said with a small smile. "...I'm ... so I'm sorry I
disobeyed you ... I feel terrible ..."
"It's
all right" said Optimus Prime. "I forgive you."
"It
wasn't your fault. I'd be willing to bet my new air con unit they've been
planning that for a while..."
"Yeah,
the buggers ..."
"But
I stress, Calliber Tron, If I give you an order, I expect it to be obeyed, no
matter how boring it may sound. It's a mystery to me why you like to fight so
much, but sometimes guard duty is essential."
"I
know, Prime ... As for the fighting, I dunno ... It lets me know I'm doing
something for the Universe."
"I
understand."
"But
I guess if there was another way..."
"I
wish there were."
Calliber
Tron entered into the control room with Optimus.
"Howdy
do da day, dude?" he said happily to Warpath.
The red
tank smiled. "Howdy do da day, dude, to you too! Zowie Wam!"
They
slapped hands.
Calliber
Tron would be ever grateful for the lessons he had learned. Never again would
he take friendship for granted. He was beyond grateful to have Optimus back and
to be with his friends.
As for
the war, it would have to come to an end, someday, wouldn't it? Calliber Tron
hoped so, but until then, he would fight 'till the end.
*
Unicorn mode by Equus,
Robot mode & colour by Seawave
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