Transformers RPG Season I IC Thread

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"We must awaken the other Autobots," Prime responds.

He turns and looks at his men. It was time for their hibernation to end. Optimus prepares the computer for a mass upload.

"I will upload English and basic Earth history onto every Autobot hard-drive," Optimus explains to Bumblebee. "Once awake, we will organize a scout team to investigate this massive Energon signature."

 

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Bumblebee salutes Optimus as he starts to activate the computer to reawaken their comrades.

"Aye, aye, Captain!"

 

"Then aid you shall have. Computer, reroute primary repair function authorization Megatron A01. Priority reset, repair all Decepticons." A beep acknowledged Megatron's command and, silently, dozens of small repair units crawled out from various sections of the ship, over and into the damaged Decepticons. Megatron turned his attention back to the console. "A new planet means we shall need new forms. Computer, all non-essential power to scanners. I want to know about this planet."

Flickering in front of him, a series of holographic images flew through the air. Heads of state, weapons, animals, plants, all that the Nemesis had compiled in five billion years became available to Megatron. He, of course, did not notice such minor details. "This Energon reading... impossible. 57 ppm concentration? Cybertron hasn't known a concentration of that scale in millions of years. Could it be?" A grin spread across the Decepticon's face. "The All-Spark. It is here. The salvation of Cybertron, of all Decepticons." He allowed himself a chuckle. Then, other pieces of information, far more recent, began appearing. "That reading... An Autobot? Here? What madness is this? And... that reading is Starscream's. Why has he not made contact? Damn it all, too many questions. Computer, activate transformation matrix scanning. New forms for all Decepticons onboard, Earth-appropriate, designated on a by-Spark confirmation basis."

A small blue probe-like object extended from the main bridge console, a bright red light shining from it. It moved, slowly, over the still-repairing forms of the other Decepticons and over Megatron himself, who stood with arms across his chest. It stopped, for a moment, as if considering, then a bright red beam shot into Megatron's chest. Thousands, millions of different forms scrolled across his memory. Human weapons of war from every recorded age, but one stood out to him. A battletank of the American nation posessed of great speed, durability, and power; perfect camouflage for his now inconcealable main cannon. "There," thought the sparok of Megatron, and he felt his tranformation circuits overwrite themselves with his new form.

 

We proceed to follow the energon signatures as Blur experiments with everything in his vehicle mode, loud music blaring from the speakers.

<Blur knock it off we're supposed to be blending in!>

Suddenly a vehicle drives by blaring its music just as loud.

<Alright I take it back.>

<Rodimus im reading a large energon siganture.>

<Cybertronian ship?>

<Theres only one ship ever constructed that can give off this energon signature.>

<What a minute, are you telling me that the Ark is here?!>

<Thats exactly what im saying.>

<That impossible, theres no way that..>

<Enough! Arcee wheres this signature?>

<About six Earth miles east.>

 

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I arrived to Red Alert's coordinates that Commander Vector sent me. He and the Commander were standing beside eachother with a few Autobot soldiers lined up behind them.

"Autobot Tracks. This is Autobot Red Alert. He'll be in charge of the second fleet of Autobots to look for an energon source."

Red Alert held out his hand and I shook it.

"Hello, Tracks. I'm Red Alert. Nice to see that Alternator was a success. What's it like to fly?"

"I don't know. I haven't tried yet."

"Well that's no problem. We'll be testing that soon enough, but first off, since the Ark was a success, no thanks to the Decepticons, we are going to build a smaller version of the Ark. It'll be called Mini-Ark, and will serve the same purpose."

I looked at him with joy. Maybe I would get to see my brother sooner than I thought.

"And secondly, Commander Vector has told me many a great things about you Tracks. That you're smart, tough and have a strong will. Not to mention the first successful Project: Alternator test subject."

I looked at Vector Prime.

"It's true, son. You have alot of potential."

"I... I......I'm shocked. I'm just a soldier."

"A great one at that, and that is why I'm asking you to be my second-in-command. What do you say, Tracks?"

Hearing that sentence filled my spark with excitement.

"Of course I will!"

"Good. Now, you're probably wondering why these Autobots are standing behind us."

"I guess. Why?"

"Because you're going on a mission, and you're picking your own team."

"First, I'll introduce them to you. Then you'll pick four of them to lead, and we'll brief you on the mission while the rest of us begin production on the Mini-Ark."

"Ok. Let's do this."​

 

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With a soft hum, Jazz's optics blinked to life underneath of his visor. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but stopped as he noticed that his wounds, from what seemed like mere moments ago from his perspective, were now gone; tended to slowly but surely over the centuries by the Ark's automated repair systems. Groaning, Jazz pushed himself onto his feet and looked around at the other awakening Autobots. "We survived," he gasped and laughed simultaneously. That Decepticon virus in our nav-computers sure didn't help matters, but at least that final blast to the Nemesis paid those creeps back in full. He could see Optimus and... Bumblebee? Was that the kid's name? How did he...?

"Daaamn, where the hell are we?" Jazz stops speaking as he realizes that he had absentmindedly spoken in some weird alien language. Optimus and Bumblebee both look at him and Jazz tilts his head with a touch of confusion. "It looks like you two have gotten new forms, and," looking at the screen of Teletraan-I and the information streaming across it, Jazz continues, "you've gone and adapted us to this place... Earth, is it?"

As he was speaking, Jazz's internal computer was linking up with the main computer of the Ark and searching for a compatible (and stylish) vehicle form. "My leave time's over, I guess, so..." After only a few seconds, his body and framework began to shift and configure itself accordingly as he walked forward and saluted Optimus Prime. "Autobot Jazz reporting for duty, sir.

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"Good to have you back, soldier," Optimus states as he returns the salute. "It was all very touch-and-go for a while there. By my estimations, we've been on this planet for millions - if not billions - of years."

Optimus checks the Energon signature. It's growing stronger. The only question is...friend or foe?

"Once some more Autobots are awake, I'm going out with a scout team to investigate an Energon signature. I sincerely hope that you and Bumblebee will consider coming along."

 

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Jazz watched as his fellow soldiers went through their actions. He could tell, even just from the air of authority around Optimus -- He was the new Prime. Jazz had trained alongside Optimus, and had spent a good part of his career training new recruits to go out into the field to follow Sentinel Prime. Jazz took a deep sigh and wondered quietly about Sentinel's fate. He made a note to check the Ark's security logs and see for himself what had happened, rather than distracting Optimus with it now.

"Yeah, I'm up for it, Prime."

 

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Bumblebee throws up his hand and salutes Prime.

"Sir, yes sir!...To Infinity, and beyond!!!!"

 

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"Earth is our temporary home, Ironhide," Optimus begins, "So I suggest you acquaint yourself with it."

"There is a great amount of Energon here. I do not believe that it is coincidence that we crash-landed on this planet," Prime suggests. He motions to the computer as it displays that Energon signature. "This signature is too large to be a single Cybertronian. . .and it's moving."

Optimus sees Inferno get up.

"Inferno, good to see you up and about."

"What's going on, Prime?" Inferno asks as he regains his bearing.

"My upload should explain everything," Optimus states. "Ironhide, Jazz, Bumblebee, and I are going out to investigate unusual Energon activity. I need you to stay behind and explain this to your fellow Autobots when they come to."

"As you wish, Prime."

Optimus turns to Ironhide. "You'll need an Earthly form if you're coming on this mission."

 

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Optimus smiles. He can't help it. His enthusiasm - along with everyone else's - only helps to lift the spirits.

"You always did have good taste, Ironhide."

Prime turns to Inferno. Before Prime can say anything, Inferno assures him, "I've got it under control, Prime."

Optimus nods.

"Well then. . .Autobots, transform and roll out!"

 

Megatron looked at the still forms of the other Decepticons as the Nemesis computer scanned in their new forms. When they awoke, he would need to reassert his leadership and let all of them know that his new form hadn't weakened him. Then, a strange idea came to the leader of the Decepticons. "Computer, show me the closest high concentration of Energon."

The computer, unable to reply verbally, simply beamed a series of co-ordinates into Megatron's optics. "Yes... This should do nicely."

Megatron stomped off the bridge, his own footfalls sounding unnaturally loud in the eerie silence that still permeated the Nemesis. Eventually, ducking his way through now too small corridors and around twisted wreckage, he came across a still functioning airlock. His fingers danced, nimbly for their size, on the nearby keypad and the now ancient door creaked open. Megatron's optical sensors adjusted quickly to the sudden darkness and picked out an enormous wall of rock as the airlock door slammed shut behind him. The rock was millions of years old, formed up within the shattered remnant of the outer airlock. "Perfect for a weapons test," said the Decepticon leader. He brought his right arm up and braced himself as he fired. Purple plasma shot outwards, superheating what little surrounding air there was and then impacting the stone. The plasma, as white-hot as the heart of a star, burned through the stone like a lance. Ancient rock was melted and disfigured as Megatron's attack drilled through it, finally exiting into the ocean where its heat was dissipated. Seawater, millions of gallons, poured through the newly built passageway. They slammed into Megatron, whose sensors were still evaluating the massively increased power of his plasma cannon, and ****led around him.

Satisfactory, thought Megatron smugly. On his back, he felt a familar transformation take place as two massively powerful rocket engines manifested themselves. Without another word, Megatron flew through the tunnel he'd created on his way to first contact with the human world.

 

(IC: Prowl)

While Optimus Prime and his search team headed off on their mission, Prowl was just reawakening from stasis. It seemed like many of the Autobots were still offline. Confused, Prowl searched the ship for a fellow soldier who wasn't asleep. Soon, he saw Inferno, and ran over to him.

"Inferno! What's going on? Were are we?" Prowl questioned. He barely had patience to notice the dialect he was speaking.

"Calm down, Prowl. We are on a planet called Earth. The wormhole sent us here millions of years ago. We've been trapped in this mountain the entire time."

"Where is Optimus?"

"He is on a search for a large, mysterious energon reading. He was joined by Jazz, Ironhide, and Bumblebee."

Prowl turned away from the other Autobot and looked through his updated memory bank system for a new vehicle mode. He soon found info on a group of people called the "police". Their job was to find crime a trouble and cease its existence. Their job is similar to ours', Prowl thought. he found one of their better transportation vehicles and updated his look.



Satisfied with his new look, Prowl headed for the ship's exit way.

"And where do you think your going?" Inferno asked. He was worried his fellow Autobot would do something reckless.

"Hey, somebody needs to be the lookout," And with that, he transformed, left, and started moving to higher ground.

 

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Transforming into a silver convertible, something that the humans called a "Pontiac Solstice," Jazz was surprised at how comfortable and sleek he felt as he and his comrades drove out of the ark and into the sunlight of this new world.

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"The air, Prime," he called out to his superior, "It's a lot cleaner than it is on Cybertron. Our bodies might even function a little better in this kind of environment.

 

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Bumblebee quickly transforms and follows his teammates.




Bumblebee stays in the middle of the small pack with Jazz, behind Prime and ahead of Ironhide.

He speaks up finally, the raido and internet programs doing the talking.

"Energy...precious energy..."

 

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Optimus rides in front of his motley crew.



"Exactly, Bumblebee," Prime responds. "We continue our never-ending search for Energon."

Optimus scans the road ahead.

"And by my calculations. . .we should have visual in a matter of moments," Optimus explains as he continues to scan the road. Then, out of nowhere, a pack of Earth vehicles emerges on the horizon. "There!"

The two convoys continue on their respective paths...neither fully aware of the situation. Finally, they are close enough to scan one another.

Prime's scanners analyze every inch of the approaching vehicles. Then, he sees it. The symbol...

"Autobots!"

"Yes, Prime?" Jazz responds loyally.

"No. . .THEY are Autobots!" Optimus states with his best attempt at stoicism. But he can hardly contain himself.

 

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Bumblebee slows down along with the other Autobots as they approach the vehicles.

"It's a trap!!!"

 

"Easy, Bumblebee," Prime states as he slows to a stop. "We're not Decepticons. We ask questions first."

The other convoy pulls up to Optimus and his team. Neither say or do anything for the longest time.

"Attention: this is Optimus Prime. Identify yourselves immediately."

 

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As Jazz slowed down, a blaster unfolded itself and locked into place on his spoiler. The gun was obviously not aimed at the oncoming bots, but he was still at the ready.

 

Im silent for several clicks while I process what I just heard.

Optimus Prime! What happened to Sentinal Prime?!

Im shaken from my thoughts by Arcee's voice in my head.

<What are you waiting for? Say something!>

With that pieces of my vehical mode starts to shift and rearrange as I transform to robot mode. I get to my feet and my head emerges from behind the vehicle's hood.



"My name is Hot Rod. My crew and I come in peace."​