Meltdown: War for the Secrets

[Penguin40 1,714]

“Ready yourselves, guys! And, MOVE!” Peter Stallinton ordered to his army of lightweight tanks - or rather, armed sports cars - from exactly the same scene as immediately before.

 

His own tank moved ahead first, followed by his fleet moving in different directions - some going straight ahead, some turning different directions to flank, and some staying back for long range

support.

 

The opposition had quite a different strategy. A few came straight ahead, and the rest didn’t move.

 

Peter’s tank jumped off a small hill, shooting an opposing tank’s turret with an explosive shell, blowing off the ammunition and causing an explosion in the enemy tank, destroying it. His own tank safely landed, missing a sharp smoke shot by millimetres. He then twisted his tank and moved way further while avoiding any kind of shots and bouncing off bouncer shots.

 

Another enemy tank was brawling with Dave, who was continually being shot at by constant plasma shots. He rammed the tank from the rear, severely damaging the tracks and engine, and the tank itself - immobilizing the enemy tank and creating a small enough fire. The tank’s plasma shooting guns turned back and almost started shooting when a long range shot blew the tank.

 

“Thanks, James! Always good to have anyone here!” he exclaimed, grinning, with a slight laugh.

 

Steve and the children were having fun in their own special long range artillery tank - heavily guarded and armoured. Steve had no liking of long range combat but had to for the children, and he was really enjoying it. They were continually picking out enemy tanks, particularly those which were controlled by the rather advanced robots they had.

 

The opposition was obviously getting annoyed by all this.

 

“Corner Peter first. Robots first so we can ensure that SPG doesn’t kill us off and stop the attack,” one of them said.

 

And, as per the order, Peter was quickly ambushed by five tanks  - two medium sized, two heavy ones, and one lighter one placed perfectly at the rear of the ambushed leader’s tank.

 

He knew he was in trouble, but he was perfectly trained for such situations in childhood.

 

He drove his fast and nicely armoured medium with a fast firing and powerful gun straight to the light tank behind him, ramming him and destroying the tank, while also maneuvering the tank. He maneuvered it such that it was nigh impossible for the enemy to even damage his tank. However, the enemy tanks had seen through this and were now closing in to block escape.

 

Peter noticed this, and quickly sprinted back, rammed another tank while shooting it to destroy it, and then sprinted right, turning his tank continually and deflecting most shots.

 

He was suddenly greeted with explosive shots, but he spun his tank, missed the shots and deflected normal bullets brilliantly. One from the robot tanks deflected, and then hit one of their own and blew up its ammunition, destroying it.

 

“Bring in the Vulcanogun,” the same person said again.

 

They had now brought in sspecialised tank destroying equipment and machine gun tanks.

 

“Support needed, over here near the enemy bases. Steve, c’mon, do it, send in some shots,” Peter told his younger brother through advanced radio communications.

 

And, almost instantly, a shot hit the rear of one tank in a bunch of those staying back, creating a fire which, with the help of another fire caused by a shot by Peter in a nearby tank, quickly turned massive. The few surviving tank robots in the bunch escaped with their tanks, making their way to Steve’s position, or at least trying.

 

Then, more tanks showed up to follow and stop Peter - with the specialized equipment.

 

He stopped to an abrupt halt. He quickly noticed a tank in the enemy which seemed almost identical to his own, except it had green colour on it, presumably for camouflage.

 

That tank moved forward, and then stopped near Peter’s.

 

He sprinted back, spinned, and shot the very tank which the enemy commander, which appeared to be Darren, had called the Vulcanogun. It started to shoot, but Peter wasn’t going to stop.

 

He shot the tank on its side with what appeared to be a laser, killing one crew robot which clearly was operating visuals - destroying the visual instruments as well, rendering it almost blind and thus almost useless. Nevertheless, the tank began to fire at Peter’s fast tank, only to hit other enemy tanks. It quickly started mowing down its own forces till the commander stopped it.

 

“Wow, Peter, I didn’t think you’d be that smart!” James exclaimed.

 

“Haha thanks, but it’s Tom and Paul who’ve been manipulating the bots to mow down themselves,” Peter replied, while running out.

 

Snipers had now focused fully on Peter, and hadn’t been noticing stealthy Dave, James, Victoria and an army of Terrortron robots making their way in tanks. They quickly blew off a few snipers, but the rest were now focusing here.

 

Some tanks came out from behind the enemy bases, shooting and destroying multiple robot-controlled tanks, finishing off most of the robots as well. The three quickly responded, destroying them all with quick bursts of shots.

 

Peter was again cornered by tanks - now by about twenty. The enemy had most of their forces now focused fully on him.

 

He noticed a slight bit of raised land, and he jumped off it, deploying mines below onto a few tanks, exploding all of them.

 

He then spinned back, shot one tank’s turret, and destroyed the tank. He rammed another tank, blowing it too.

 

Steve was also keeping a close eye here. He nearly shot another tank when the whole team heard a voice that was clearly of none of them,

 

“Enough shrapnel thrown out for no reason. The real War of the Secrets has only just begun.”

 

“Wait what? Is that…?” Peter exclaimed, and was interrupted.

 

“Of course ‘tis Darren Foureth Thundell at your service,” the voice replied.

 

“Protect that tank shed or Darren wins!” Peter silently ordered his team.

 

A few tanks were now to be seen running across from the west front, moving quickly behind bushes to camouflage themselves. Few of them shot shells onto Peter’s team, easily destroying his tank. He however had anticipated this, and had jumped off his car.

 

The tanks had now reached the brilliantly shimmering white house’s left side. A man exited his tank, guarded by the other tanks, and was now looking for something.

 

Peter’s team quickly ran to the site, but was too late. Darren’s loyals had already gotten in the tank shed, hidden perfectly by the house walls, the rough ground and the grass growing there.

 

The team came right onto the tanks defending the hidden area to allow the man to get in undetected and unharmed.

 

The tanks, controlled this time not by robots but by men remotely controlling it, were quick to respond.

 

The four tanks quickly moved, and fired shells, in order to eliminate the team. However, the team too was quick to respond, and they all managed to avoid the tanks.

 

“Wait. I need to get Darren. Handle the tanks and get in that shed quick!” Peter quickly whispered, and ducked as a shell missed him, hitting the ground in front of the house. He ran out, dodging shells, avoiding traps, and killing off gunmen who tried to stop or shoot him.

 

He quickly approached the original enemy site where Darren’s tanks were stationed. They reacted almost immediately, raining shells upon the lone man. However, “lone” wasn’t to be mistaken with “weak” for him.

 

He avoided the shells repeatedly, by ducking below, jumping off, and even jumping upon the small armed cars to avoid shells while getting the cars destroyed. He quickly blew, burnt, and melted his way to the end of the site where he had to reach.

 

At the end of the pretty large and nicely camouflaged area containing tanks, Peter could clearly see a control center. He quickly noticed no one had eyes on the front entrance at the tank site, but also realized it was nicely protected with almost every measure Darren could have planted to block off intruders.

 

The front entrance had fingerprint and eye scans, facial recognition, and even behavior scans. And Peter wasn’t going through this hassle with so little time.

 

He quickly made his way to the side entrances, where, as it appeared, he was a good guest. They had already prepared, and were ready to capture Peter, or fight him if needed. He had been ambushed and trapped nicely into a bulletproof glass cell, forcefully handcuffed by robotic arms, his weapons taken, and the cell covered by Darren’s men defending the site.

 

“Take him in, won’t you? Thundell is gonna be so pleased with this now. So easy to capture him, wasn’t it?” one man chuckled.

 

Another told him, “This might just have been too easy. It’s possible there’s a catch somewhere here.”

 

“Oh seriously? You annoyed at being able to take him easily?” the first man replied. “Move the cell in!”

 

And that was precisely what was done. From inside the building, the cell was controlled and moved in.

 

Inside the building, there were people sitting at chairs working on computers upstairs, now looking at Peter while still working. The two floors were divided with bulletproof glass that could have an opening in the center if needed. Downstairs, there were weapons, papers, information, and such stuff on one side.

 

On the other side, were a lot of robots standing resolutely, inactive. And in the center was an open area below which the tanks used for combat were placed.

 

The cell was now lifted from above the open area to upstairs, like an elevator. It went up through the opening in the glass, and then moved left, away from the computers. It stopped at an area next to a wall, which was of shorter height than the rest of the floor, and the cell was fit in perfectly. The opening was then shut, with all the men having come up.

 

“Hello! How do you like it now that the Terrortron’s Secret’s now gonna be with us, and your friends can easily be massacred and we can thus take the world!” a man mocked Peter.

 

“Kill all of me, but there’ll always be someone to stop your evil and inhumane goals. You can never kill off the good, trust me,” Peter replied, calmly.

 

“Pretty correct, I’d say,” someone said. It was perfectly unclear as to who said that, and from where.

 

Then, almost immediately, the bulletproof glass covering the roof broke completely. However, it didn’t fall down - it was pulled back, by what seemed to most of them to be a massive magnet.

 

And all of a sudden, someone jumped straight into the building upstairs, shooting a few men, and slaying another with a sword.

 

“Thundell? What’s going on here right now?” Peter asked, surprisingly voicing the thoughts of everyone.

 

“I don’t think I’m a certain Darren Foureth Thundell. I for one think I’m more a Darren Terrortron-Stallinton. What do you think then, Peter?” the man answered.

 

He then proceeded to lunge his sword onto the glass cell, easily breaking it in seconds. All the men attempted to stop him, but were killed with ease. Destroying the glass cell also released Peter, automatically breaking off the chains holding him.

 

“So, what’s actually going on?” Peter asked.

 

“Very deep, intricate plans. Thundell’s been running his plans nicely, and he even managed to trick me onto his side. But I decided I’d choose to play my own dark game, and while Thundell ran his game, my own side of the game remained hidden to everyone, and so he can’t do anything now.

 

As for the Terrortron’s Secret, you’re talking a two millenia old secret plan by the first Terrortron to finish off cruelty, corruption, and evil, originally in Rome. It was secretly handed down to generations who used it to fight off evil across the world, evolving and developing constantly with technology. It also consisted of other stuff, including materials, evidences, organization, et cetera. And if you’re thinking how on earth Thundell could have taken over the world with just this, then know that the Terrortron line has been developing our own weaponry and stuff to be able to deal with enemies. And of course, don’t forget pools of money! So if any enemy can get hold of all that, then they take over the world,” Darren explained.

 

“And all those files here below, they’re part of the Terrortron’s Secret?” Peter asked.

 

“Yep, all of them. I think it’s time to hunt Thundell, am I right?” Darren replied.

 

“Where’d he be now?” Peter inquired.

 

“Probably, out there hunting authority,” Darren answered him.

 

“Uh oh. Darren’s out to take out Britain!” Peter exclaimed. “Time to get going.”

 

A Combairbus 799, flying over the Atlantic.

 

“There you go. Thundell’s plane in radar detection, and we can see it from right here. I’ll bet the others in the Vortex have detected him too,” Thomas Tanner told the people in - clearly Darren, Peter, James and Dave.

 

 

“Wait, this is odd. That plane has no weaponry, and isn’t even trying to avoid us!” Darren exclaimed.

 

And not more than seconds later, there were sounds of planes outside, all approaching the 799 directly. Some decided to go further and use weaponry systems to blow the plane off.

 

However, Tom was a pretty good pilot. He swerved left, and a missile targeted to his plane hit an enemy’s. He then forced the plane down, and then up right next to Thundell’s.

 

“Uh no. That plane has no Thundell!” Tom shouted, while avoiding more missiles. Most of them hit each other, and others hit ships down in the ocean, damaging the Vortex, the ship Tom had talked about, a little bit. Tom forced the plane down further, landing it right onto a ship approaching the Vortex. However, this act damaged Tom’s own weapons, and he now had no weapons in the plane, albeit having crushed the lightweight ship. The weapons had been raided.

 

This also meant that another ship went dangerously close to the Vortex. It succeeded in ramming, which meant it began to drown.

 

Another boat came into visibility, travelling extremely fast to the site.

 

“Nice timing, Jack and Alexa. Nice work!” Dave called out from the plane. The two twins quickly rescued the Vortex’s passengers, which obviously were part of Peter’s team.

 

The ramming ship quickly swerved away, with nanobots repairing it. It headed to Britain, which was close by. It reached there, but was followed by the team in both the boat and the Combairbus, which now also reached the coastline.

 

Now, British authorities were clearly waiting, albeit disguised. They quickly infiltrated the ship, but they found nobody at all.

 

The children quickly jumped in, swimming and finding a certain Darren Foureth Thundell swimming away. They successfully caught him with the help of Stephen Stallinton, and he was quickly apprehended by the authorities, taken away under the eye of the Hunters.

 

 

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Zh zloo eh edfn

 

Your mission, if you wish to accept it and be challenged, is to decipher the code above before it is too late. 

Edited November 7, 2016 by Quarks

[Quarks 2,255]

Edit:

1 off typo.

 

Another great story m8

[ToHoYoNTaDa 1,147]

Did you ever melt up?

[Viking4s 10,791]

nice

[Penguin40 1,714]

Did you ever melt up?

:lol: tho seriously, should've did a real meltdown of sorts in the series... don't worry and accept the mission :ph34r:

[Hex 11,520]

Good read!