User:Stoplookin9/The Time Loop

Note: This page is currently WIP. Hopefully, maybe Hellcat would like this page and make this real. Chapter 1= One day, a Streamliner looked around the arena. Many of his friends, including the Overload, the Atrophy, and the spy EK-0 were partying. They had defeated the EK-6 after the EK-0 infiltrated Egg Country. Now, all of the Egg Cities, with the Egg Sanctuaries in them were captured, and the eggs had surrendered to the tanks. Suddenly, the arena started to rumble. The Streamliner saw 8 Arena Closers coming, and he broadcasted a message.

The Arena Closers are coming.

Everyone started to flee towards the escape portal. The Shooting Star that carried the instructions to reunite the hemispheres was shot down, and died 15 grids away. The Hot Wheels had smashed through the portal, trapping everyone within the arena.

No one survived the closing. One day, a Streamliner looked around the arena. He had a dream, where a mysterious group called the Arena Closers were defeated. This thought startled him, as he would never think of such a thing. Many of his friends, including the Overload, the Atrophy, and the spy EK-0 were partying. They had defeated the EK-6 after the EK-0 infiltrated Egg Country. Now, all of the Egg Cities, with the Egg Sanctuaries in them were captured, and the eggs had surrendered to the tanks. Suddenly, the arena started to rumble. The Streamliner saw 8 Arena Closers coming, and he broadcasted a message.
 * -|Chapter 2

The Arena Closers are coming.

Everyone started to flee towards the escape portal. The Shooting Star that carried the instructions to reunite the hemispheres was shot down, and died 10 grids away. The Hot Wheels had smashed through the portal, trapping everyone within the arena.

No one survived the closing. One day, a Streamliner looked around the arena. Suddenly, he felt something. The Arena Closers were coming. He had a whole minute to warn his friends, who were partying after they defeated the EK-6.
 * -|Chapter 3

The Arena Closers are coming.

Everyone started to flee, and reached the portal before the Hot Wheels even arrived at the arena. Desperate, the arena closers started to shoot the portal, which was completely bullet-proof. In their panic, not a single bullet even got within 100 grids of a tank.

Everyone escaped.

The bright light of 2TDM temporarily blinded the Streamliner, with his excellent vision. The Builder started to do a roll count. All 20 tanks had made it through. The Shooting Star retrieved the roll with the instructions to reunite the hemispheres. She began to read out the instructions.

1. Make amends with the Comet, and convince him to join the tank's side. This should best be done by the Mini Comet.

2. Hack into the AWP-39. The Override is recommended to complete this task.

3. Find the remains of the first Alpha Pentagon. Take the core. This is the Pentamancer’s job.

4. Locate the Arena Closer spawner. Destroy it.

Builder immediately commented out. “How are we going to do any of these? The Arena Closers can get through the portal soon.”

“Record this information at Rocket Falls, of course. That way, if we fail, those at Rocket Falls can resume the mission until further support arrives.” suggested the Override.

“Well then, let's get started.” the Streamliner said.

The Pentagon Sanctuary spun around, as the Pentamancer approached. “This is a bit of a problem. It's way too large for me to carry!”
 * -|Chapter 4

Comet lay idle, spinning around, occasionally shooting rocks for fun. Suddenly, his ears perked. Someone was finally coming.

Many years ago, the AWP-39 was created by the tanks to help defeat the polygons. The experiment failed, and only after an enormous battle that required the polygons and tanks to unite together had it been defeated. Years of nature’s work had taken its toll; the remains of AWP-39 now lay among a field of massive polygons. The Override made way through this very field, and he had to fight several sentries. The field had effectively turned into a massive Pentagon Nest, he noted.

“Hey, what are those?” the Shooting Star asked. It had been a few hours since they escaped, and the Builder and the Atrophy had done a good job setting up base.

“Tank A project remnants. Annoying, and it was a big failure.” the Atrophy answered as she injected another healing bullet into the Streamliner, who got himself injured while fighting a boss that had ambushed the group.

The sun had started to set, and Builder noted that the portal was still very strong. The Hot Wheels had smashed through the portal, and the Arena Closers would now have to travel the long voyage through the Void. It would be another few days before they would arrive, and they would probably go for the fake arena that the tanks had built to contain Tank A’s bots. Assuming that the trap would work, it would buy them a few “extra more days. Should be enough time for us to figure out how to destroy the Arena Closer spawner.” the Builder concluded. It had been several hours since the Pentamancer had arrived in the Pentagon Sanctuary, and he had only pushed it a bit. A few locals had offered help, and yet, they couldn’t push it that far either. But still, without their help, I would not have even started! These locals are helpful! the Pentamancer thought.
 * -|Chapter 5

“I come in peace!” the Mini Comet yelled the moment he saw Comet. Comet was brown, not cyan, as the Mini Comet thought. He carried 3 Burnt Pentagons to offer to the Comet, which according to lore, the Comet had lost several years earlier.

"Indeed!" These are my Pentagons!" the Comet exclaimed when he saw the 3 Burnt Pentagons.

“We ask for your help in defeating the Arena Closers.” the Mini Comet explained.

Cables ran from the Override’s portable generator into the main power access port. The generator started to run. For safety, the Override had disconnected the Core from the Weapons system, and covered the optical sensors. The Override’s computer flickered, and text began to appear. The bots of the Tank A project lay idle, when the Arena Closers appeared. A hail of yellow bullets went around, destroying all evidence of Tank A in that arena.
 * -|Chapter 6

A friendly Apache had begun to carry the Pentagon Sanctuary, improving the speed of the transport, which the Pentamancer occasionally helped. They were now halfway from the base that the Builder had setted up.

“I always wanted to help, you know.” The Apache said. “Are you okay if I join your ranks?”

“Yes. We’re always glad to have allies.”

“The Arena Closers won’t suspect me, so I will be able to infiltrate the spawner. But we still need a weapon powerful enough to destroy the Arena Closer Spawner if you want to end the time loop.” The Comet said.

“The what?”

“Time loop. It always resets the world, which causes you to fight the same battles over and over again.”

“But what has that have to do with reuniting the hemispheres?”

“The time loop prevents me from reuniting with the other hemispheres. It pushes me back to where I was. The other hemispheres are the other 3 cores. I’m the 4th core.”

“What are the other 3 cores?” the Mini Comet asked, struggling to keep up.

“The weapons system of the AWP-39, the first Pentagon Sanctuary, and the Arena Structure.”
 * -|Chapter 7

Comet arrived at the new base, which alarmed many tanks until he said that he rejoined the ranks of the tanks. There was the first Pentagon Sanctuary sitting in the base, which helped the Comet lift up everyone’s morale. “We can’t combine together until the other 2 cores are found. In the event of an evacuation, I could help.” the Comet quickly added when the Builder whispered to him that the Arena Closers were slightly over a day away.

“Accessing core files. You do not have access to the files. Please enter password.” Override frowned at the thought of a password. At least I got the thing started. But what is the password?

The base had been packed up, and as the group left 2TDM through another portal, the Arena Closers came. They never saw the tanks at all.

The group headed towards the AWP battleground, where Override was still unable to hack into the AWP 39’s files.

Override had 2 codes on a piece of paper. He typed in one of the codes, “mf=r”.

“Error. Password is incorrect. Please try again.”

He entered “3 + 9 = 4 * 3 = 12”.

A whirl suddenly came from the AWP-39. Lights flashed on his screen, and a diagram appeared. Override selected the system “Hypercannon”. The system flashed again, and some arrows, a compass, and what looked like a targeting system appeared. At the same time, the hypercannon started to rise. Override pressed one of the buttons, and the turret turned accordingly.

Override ran towards the rest of the group, and immediately told everyone that he successfully was able to control the AWP-39. “The only reason that the AWP-39 turned on us was because AI mode was on. I manually disconnected it so we won’t have to fight it! The only problem is that it can’t move.” Override finished.

After a while of thinking, Builder suggested that the Hypercannon was to be taken off, carried to the base by Apache, and placed on top of the Comet. There was one perfect spot on the Comet’s body where the turret could fit, but the controls were incompatible. Thus, the Comet had to manually turn it. Finally, the task was to figure out where the connection point of the Arena Structure was.

After 2 weeks of searching, and arriving and evacuating the arenas 4TDM, Maze, and Mothership, the group arrived at an arena that according to the Streamliner, was called the Developer arena.

Immediately, a boss popped out of nowhere, and started to attack. It was quickly killed by what looked like an Arena Closer, but the Arena Closer did not attack. It turned into a harmless basic, which became a 9 sided tank with a large turret.

“Those are called Event Developers.” the Comet quickly said, as the tank turned into an Elite Crasher. “Anyone who has the rights can become one of these.”

“Will those Event Developers help us?” the Shooting Star asked as the Event Developer turned into an Observer.

“I do believe that this is the only way we can access the Arena Structure. These Event Developers can become anything!” the Streamliner quickly added, as another Event Developer arrived, spinning crazily. Spinning around like that was a gesture of greeting one another, celebrating, and making peace. The Event Developers devised a plan with the group, which in the last 2 weeks had grown to 230 tanks. The Event Developers had the capability to turn into fake Arena Closers, and could also become different types of Arena Closers. They also insisted that they call the Arena Closers ACs. “Just to shorten it.” the Event Developers said. They would use Booster Closers, as they were the fastest.
 * -|Chapter 8

The plan was to have the fake ACs infiltrate the AC Spawner, which would take a while to find. The Arena Structure’s access point had to be at the center of the Realm, and they were at the furthest point from the AC Spawner, which was believed to sit on top of the access point.

At this point, there were 5 Event Developers, which would allow at least 4 of the Booster Closers to search the Realm. And so the Booster Closers left.

Meanwhile, the remaining Event Developer would help train the group for the battle that they knew would come. 2 months had passed before the Booster Closers returned. “The Arena Structure’s access point is in Rocket Falls.” Rocket Falls had closed 5 times, and the Booster Closers were forced to help close the arena. “We tried to not hit a single tank.” one of the Event Developers said. “The ACs didn’t notice luckily.”
 * -|Chapter 9

By that time, the entire group of 230 tanks had turned from simple tanks living their lives into formiade soldiers that could easily kill any bosses. Streamliner could now aim with high accuracy, and Builder could place blocks around a boss so it would inevitably ram into the blocks. Pentamancer could swipe a distracted boss with his powerful drones, and Override could make a boss follow the drones and run into a trap filled with other tanks waiting to completely shred up the boss to pieces. Comet could insta-kill any boss if needed, although he refrained from using the turret whenever he could, insisting that it was too hard to control.

This fanon tale is getting a bit long, so I will have to add some tabbers later. To be continued.