RaccoonGoon
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Hello, Bulbargarden. Months back I spent an afternoon writing a fan fic, aptly called “Fan Fiction”, a project I had wanted to do for months prior. I knew the rough plot, the story, and the name just seemed right, you know? So I wrote it. I posted it. Lugion raged a little. I lulz’d. I submitted it to a site that showcases terrible fan fics. (It didn’t get showcased., to my dismay.)
But I still wanted more. More I tell you.
This was the challenge. This is the result.
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Grandville. The once stunning city of raccoons that was on the eve of rebuilding itself after a mighty battle was waged there. Now, however, it had become a dystopian society, where the raccoons were forced to work in grueling factories and damp underground mines. The city itself was walled off from the outside world by a large, metal energized barrier. The sun no longer shone on Grandville.
In the direct center of the town, a tall, ornate building towered over the others. Atop this skyscraper, a large, robotic eagle stood stoic. Nobody knew if the foreboding structure was just for show, or if it had a bigger purpose.
Comfortably sitting on a throne within the skyscraper was a man in mostly white clothing. He had large, golden shoulder pads, white gloves and boots, and a helmet with dull golden stripes running above the visor, making the whole front of the helmet resemble a tiger. On his belt was a white, curved dagger of some sort.
This man was the White Ranger, formally known as the Green Ranger. After he was defeated by the hands of a bounty hunter and transforming robot, he lost his precious Dragon Zord, as it all but disintegrated. He, however, survived, and using his last bit of strength, over took the puny raccoon citizens, making himself ruler of the town.
Once in power, he traded in his grungy green outfit for a more refined one, choosing white as the color scheme. He had a total death grip on the town, and the raccoons dare not disobey his orders.
Quite honestly, these past events made him go slightly insane. He was always on edge, and was almost never calm, even by himself.
“Now I rule…Now I hold the power! Ahahahah!”
Miles away, on a hill over looking Grandville, a man was peering through high-powered binoculars, witnessing the White Ranger cackle to himself. This man was mostly wearing drab green, and his pants were black and grey camouflage. Over his head was a black ski mask. His brown belt held everything from hand guns to plastic explosives, and raveled around his left shoulder was a red rope. His right sleeve an image of the American flag was sewn on.
This man was a part of the covert team of “American Heroes”, the G.I. Joes. This man himself didn’t go by a name, he was simply known as Army Ranger, or, most often called by his codename: Beachhead.
“This one looks crazier than Shipwreck at Long John Silvers…” the soldier said in a gruff, slightly southern voice.
He picked up his assault rifle and slung it over his shoulder. He was going inside the city.
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Ever since the White Ranger take over, the overall quality of the city fell. The streets were filthy and covered in trash, buildings were decrepit and falling apart. It was a truly ugly town now.
In a dark alley way near the East side of town, a man-hole cover was jostled from lace and thrown aside. A large, metallic hand reached up and felt around the pavement. Then, as quickly as it appeared, it withdrew back inside the man-hole. Suddenly, the concrete around the cover was blasted away, sending small chunks of concrete flying around the empty alley way.
Once the smoke cleared, a yellow robot with light blue optics rose from the sewers. This robot, small for such a being, had a light grey face, twin black stripes running down it’s torso, and seemed to have two, small horns on it’s head. On his heels were two tires, perfectly locked in position.
The robotic being looked around at the dreary, empty city. A frown formed on his face.
“Jazz said this place may still be a little beat up, but he never told me it’d be in a state like this…”
A second robot came from the sewers, this one green with a very square head. He was bigger than the yellow one, yet had a face that was just as peaceful. Upon his shoulder was a pointed projector of some kind.
“Bumblebee, I think we shouldn’t of come here. I see no raccoons around here.”
The one named Bumblebee looked at the taller Autobot.
“Hound, I think this place needs help. Just look at it!”
Bumblebee threw out his hands towards the bleak scene in front of him.
“You’re right, but… Prime just said to observe the city, not interfere with how th-”
Hound noticed Bumblebee’s determined look on his face. Admirable for such a young Cybertronian.
“Fine. We’ll see if we can help with anything.”
The two Autobots gazed around them, and Hound noticed the towering building that stood above the others.
“Let’s look there first, maybe the mayor or leader of this town resides there.”
The two instantly transformed into their alternate mode. Bumblebee folded into a compact, small car, while Hound transformed into a military jeep. The two zoomed off towards the skyscraper.
“Bumblebee, let me lead the way.”
“Sure thing.”
Bumblebee veered towards the right, allowing Hound to pull ahead, now leading.
For some reason, Hound had a very bad feeling about this place.
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Beachhead reached the metal wall that separated him from the city. The wall itself seemed to be coated in a blue energy, and every now and again, sizzled, releasing a small burst of energy.
The soldier picked up a rock from the ground and tossed it at the wall, and sure enough, the rock was instantly destroyed, bursting into a fine powder.
Beachhead, not phased by the destructive tendencies of the wall, simply pulled out a flat, round explosive of some sort and flung it at the wall. The explosive stuck to the energy barrier, beeped a few times, then detonated. Beachhead covered his eyes and the bright blast tore threw the energy field and the wall, leaving a perfect opening for him to walk through.
His eye’s widened when he entered the city. A stench was in the air, buildings were dirty and crumbling. The streets were empty, not a trace of life anywhere.
“There has to be a reason for this…”
Then, he noticed the large building in the center of the town.
“That’ll be my first stop.”
He grabbed hold of his assault rifle and held it at the ready.
A few blocks into Grandville, the sound of speeding cars was heard. Beachhead spun around and looked down the street he was on. About 50 meters ahead of him he saw a green jeep and a yellow car approaching him. The strange part, however, is that the jeep didn’t seem to have a driver.
“Must be some sort of defense.” Beachhead said as he took aim at the jeep.
Meanwhile, the Autobots noticed Beachhead themselves.
“Bumblebee, I think that’s a guard up ahead. Prepare for conflict.”
The human shot at Hound, but the bullets simply pinged off the Cybertronian’s ultra-durable steel hide.
A few feet from the would-be attacker, the Autobots took form of their robot-mode, now towering the human with the firearm.
Bumblebee instantly withdrew his small pistol and trained it on Beachhead, who was in awe of what he just witnessed.
“Drop your weapon, human. We’re not here to fight.”
Beachhead refused to drop his weapon, and instead replied with “I…I don’t know what you guys are, but I’m here to get rid of the guy that caused all this.”
Bumblebee and Hound exchanged looks of surprise.
“You mean you’re here to help this city?
“Yes, I was hired by the Government to come in and take down the tyrannical ruler who threw this town into desolation. I’m Beachhead, an U.S. Army Ranger. ”
Hound stepped forward and spoke up.
“Hm. I’m Hound, Autobot Tracker and this here is Bumblebee, Autobot Spy. Perhaps we should work together to bring down this threat. Us Autobots are known for working closely with humans.”
Beachhead looked at the two giant robots before him. Could he really trust them? What if they were a crafty ruse created by the White Power Ranger?
“Ok, I’m in. I take it you two were heading towards that tall building behind us?”
“That’s right!” Bumblebee piped up, putting away his pistol.
“Then lets stop talking and get to it.” the soldier said as he slung his rifle over his shoulder once more.
“Agreed.”
Hound and Bumblebee reverted back into their vehicular modes.
“Here, I’ll give you a lift.”
The green jeep pulled up besides Beachhead, who hopped into the driver’s seat.
“The boys back at the Trading Post sure won’t believe this…”
Together, the G.I. Joe and Autobots ventured deeper into Grandville.
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But I still wanted more. More I tell you.
This was the challenge. This is the result.
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RacoonGoon’s
Fan Fiction II
Part 1: Entering The City.
Fan Fiction II
Part 1: Entering The City.
Grandville. The once stunning city of raccoons that was on the eve of rebuilding itself after a mighty battle was waged there. Now, however, it had become a dystopian society, where the raccoons were forced to work in grueling factories and damp underground mines. The city itself was walled off from the outside world by a large, metal energized barrier. The sun no longer shone on Grandville.
In the direct center of the town, a tall, ornate building towered over the others. Atop this skyscraper, a large, robotic eagle stood stoic. Nobody knew if the foreboding structure was just for show, or if it had a bigger purpose.
Comfortably sitting on a throne within the skyscraper was a man in mostly white clothing. He had large, golden shoulder pads, white gloves and boots, and a helmet with dull golden stripes running above the visor, making the whole front of the helmet resemble a tiger. On his belt was a white, curved dagger of some sort.
This man was the White Ranger, formally known as the Green Ranger. After he was defeated by the hands of a bounty hunter and transforming robot, he lost his precious Dragon Zord, as it all but disintegrated. He, however, survived, and using his last bit of strength, over took the puny raccoon citizens, making himself ruler of the town.
Once in power, he traded in his grungy green outfit for a more refined one, choosing white as the color scheme. He had a total death grip on the town, and the raccoons dare not disobey his orders.
Quite honestly, these past events made him go slightly insane. He was always on edge, and was almost never calm, even by himself.
“Now I rule…Now I hold the power! Ahahahah!”
Miles away, on a hill over looking Grandville, a man was peering through high-powered binoculars, witnessing the White Ranger cackle to himself. This man was mostly wearing drab green, and his pants were black and grey camouflage. Over his head was a black ski mask. His brown belt held everything from hand guns to plastic explosives, and raveled around his left shoulder was a red rope. His right sleeve an image of the American flag was sewn on.
This man was a part of the covert team of “American Heroes”, the G.I. Joes. This man himself didn’t go by a name, he was simply known as Army Ranger, or, most often called by his codename: Beachhead.
“This one looks crazier than Shipwreck at Long John Silvers…” the soldier said in a gruff, slightly southern voice.
He picked up his assault rifle and slung it over his shoulder. He was going inside the city.
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Ever since the White Ranger take over, the overall quality of the city fell. The streets were filthy and covered in trash, buildings were decrepit and falling apart. It was a truly ugly town now.
In a dark alley way near the East side of town, a man-hole cover was jostled from lace and thrown aside. A large, metallic hand reached up and felt around the pavement. Then, as quickly as it appeared, it withdrew back inside the man-hole. Suddenly, the concrete around the cover was blasted away, sending small chunks of concrete flying around the empty alley way.
Once the smoke cleared, a yellow robot with light blue optics rose from the sewers. This robot, small for such a being, had a light grey face, twin black stripes running down it’s torso, and seemed to have two, small horns on it’s head. On his heels were two tires, perfectly locked in position.
The robotic being looked around at the dreary, empty city. A frown formed on his face.
“Jazz said this place may still be a little beat up, but he never told me it’d be in a state like this…”
A second robot came from the sewers, this one green with a very square head. He was bigger than the yellow one, yet had a face that was just as peaceful. Upon his shoulder was a pointed projector of some kind.
“Bumblebee, I think we shouldn’t of come here. I see no raccoons around here.”
The one named Bumblebee looked at the taller Autobot.
“Hound, I think this place needs help. Just look at it!”
Bumblebee threw out his hands towards the bleak scene in front of him.
“You’re right, but… Prime just said to observe the city, not interfere with how th-”
Hound noticed Bumblebee’s determined look on his face. Admirable for such a young Cybertronian.
“Fine. We’ll see if we can help with anything.”
The two Autobots gazed around them, and Hound noticed the towering building that stood above the others.
“Let’s look there first, maybe the mayor or leader of this town resides there.”
The two instantly transformed into their alternate mode. Bumblebee folded into a compact, small car, while Hound transformed into a military jeep. The two zoomed off towards the skyscraper.
“Bumblebee, let me lead the way.”
“Sure thing.”
Bumblebee veered towards the right, allowing Hound to pull ahead, now leading.
For some reason, Hound had a very bad feeling about this place.
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Beachhead reached the metal wall that separated him from the city. The wall itself seemed to be coated in a blue energy, and every now and again, sizzled, releasing a small burst of energy.
The soldier picked up a rock from the ground and tossed it at the wall, and sure enough, the rock was instantly destroyed, bursting into a fine powder.
Beachhead, not phased by the destructive tendencies of the wall, simply pulled out a flat, round explosive of some sort and flung it at the wall. The explosive stuck to the energy barrier, beeped a few times, then detonated. Beachhead covered his eyes and the bright blast tore threw the energy field and the wall, leaving a perfect opening for him to walk through.
His eye’s widened when he entered the city. A stench was in the air, buildings were dirty and crumbling. The streets were empty, not a trace of life anywhere.
“There has to be a reason for this…”
Then, he noticed the large building in the center of the town.
“That’ll be my first stop.”
He grabbed hold of his assault rifle and held it at the ready.
A few blocks into Grandville, the sound of speeding cars was heard. Beachhead spun around and looked down the street he was on. About 50 meters ahead of him he saw a green jeep and a yellow car approaching him. The strange part, however, is that the jeep didn’t seem to have a driver.
“Must be some sort of defense.” Beachhead said as he took aim at the jeep.
Meanwhile, the Autobots noticed Beachhead themselves.
“Bumblebee, I think that’s a guard up ahead. Prepare for conflict.”
The human shot at Hound, but the bullets simply pinged off the Cybertronian’s ultra-durable steel hide.
A few feet from the would-be attacker, the Autobots took form of their robot-mode, now towering the human with the firearm.
Bumblebee instantly withdrew his small pistol and trained it on Beachhead, who was in awe of what he just witnessed.
“Drop your weapon, human. We’re not here to fight.”
Beachhead refused to drop his weapon, and instead replied with “I…I don’t know what you guys are, but I’m here to get rid of the guy that caused all this.”
Bumblebee and Hound exchanged looks of surprise.
“You mean you’re here to help this city?
“Yes, I was hired by the Government to come in and take down the tyrannical ruler who threw this town into desolation. I’m Beachhead, an U.S. Army Ranger. ”
Hound stepped forward and spoke up.
“Hm. I’m Hound, Autobot Tracker and this here is Bumblebee, Autobot Spy. Perhaps we should work together to bring down this threat. Us Autobots are known for working closely with humans.”
Beachhead looked at the two giant robots before him. Could he really trust them? What if they were a crafty ruse created by the White Power Ranger?
“Ok, I’m in. I take it you two were heading towards that tall building behind us?”
“That’s right!” Bumblebee piped up, putting away his pistol.
“Then lets stop talking and get to it.” the soldier said as he slung his rifle over his shoulder once more.
“Agreed.”
Hound and Bumblebee reverted back into their vehicular modes.
“Here, I’ll give you a lift.”
The green jeep pulled up besides Beachhead, who hopped into the driver’s seat.
“The boys back at the Trading Post sure won’t believe this…”
Together, the G.I. Joe and Autobots ventured deeper into Grandville.
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