Jack of Harts

For those who haven’t been paying attention to Britain, a report just came out detailing what happened to a quarter million pre-teen English girls over the last decades. A quarter million young girls in a population of 70 million. Groomed by older men allowed to pick the girls up from primary school by the authorities. Allowed to take them home and rape them. Allowed to bring them to all their friends all over the country to rape them. This would go on for years, from as early as younger than 10 on up to whenever the rape gangs no longer had use for them. When the girls escaped, the authorities pressured them not to report it. Sometimes the authorities took the girls back to the rapists and told the rapists to have a good time.

From other testimonies I’ve watched, at least one father detailed how he was arrested for trying to break his daughter out of a rape gang and the police left her there to keep getting raped. I don’t know if that is in the report or not, but the report is making the waves right now.

The government, both country and local level, allowed this to go on for decades according to the report. The girls were largely lower-class girls that nobody cared about. And the government didn’t want to be thought of racist for targeting the rape gangs who were largely from one set of countries and one religion. It seems the government considered the systematic rape and torture of a quarter million pre-teen girls to be a small price to pay to not be considered racist.

This is why the people of Great Britain are pissed off. I don’t know what they are going to do. I don’t know what they CAN do. I only say this. I wish them luck. And I wish justice on those who victimized them.

America was a small power with regional goals in 1812. We wanted to live. Britain wanted to smack us back and tell us what to do. Maybe return us the fold. We fought back. They smashed us flat. Burned our capital to the ground. We managed a victory at the Battle of New Orleans, and ran with that for centuries. It was the bright spot of the War of 1812. The point where we stuck it to the man and survived. And that was victory for us. Survival. For the British, they had much larger concerns than us. The Russians. The French. The Spanish. The Ottomans. The Austro-Hungarians. There were great empires on the rise and on the fall, and the British wanted to bring their regiments home to deal with Napoleon.

American is a great power with global goals in 2026. We want to keep peace and Western Civilization alive. Iran wants to stuff it to the man. They want to stick it to both the Great Satan and the Little Satan, and they want to drive out everybody who does not believe as they do with a wave of terrorism that has already killed tens of thousands of people. But America has concerns. The Russians. The Chinese. They could kill millions if not held at arm’s length. We can’t afford to keep our fleets centered on a regional power that can’t reach us right now when enemies that can are trying to hurt us. So victory for us is getting back home with a still functional global economy. And victory for the religious zealots who conquered Iran is survival.

Victory comes in many forms. And there can be more than one victor in war. And more than one loser as well. And history likes to repeat itself.

I wrote the first treatment of The Rebirth when I was a kid. Back when the Generation 2 comic came out and killed my favorite character. I immediately had this idea of having him come back via a backup as other Transformers had done over the years. And I wrote the first version of this story for the old Teletran fan magazine back in the day. I didn’t get much beyond this story. It looked different than this story, you understand. I’ve learned a lot about writing since I wrote that one. And its taken some different twists already. But it is still substantially the same story as it always was meant to be. The broad strokes are the same. The details are different, and the details are pretty amazing if I say so myself. I wrote this treatment because the creator of the old Teletran resurfaced after several years and decided he wanted to start it up again. I offered to freshen up and finish this story for him and he agreed. And if you get Teletran, you have already read this story. If you don’t get Teletran, here it is for the first time for you. And since this is complete fan fiction, I provide it here completely free.

You will see some art here. Some of it is art I hired real artists to do for me. Yes, I like Fortress Maximus enough that I hire people to do art of him. Some of it is pictures of toys that I used Grok Imagine to shift into cartoon colors and place on backgrounds of my imagination. Some of them come from scans taken out of old comics and heavily run through Grok Imagine to upscale them and reimagine and repose them. I try to make every piece of art shown here based out of something that really was Transformers. This is how I seek to keep this story grounded in the mythos that is the Transformers universe.

https://jackofharts.substack.com/p/the-rebirth-77a