Transformers RPG Season I IC Thread

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"That makes two of us," Prime responds. If he wasn't in vehicle form, he'd be smiling.

Then, Optimus' pieces begin to shift and re-arrange.

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"I'm sure you have a lot of questions. So do we."

 

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Bumblbee follows suit with Prime, transforming alongside him. The voice of Yosemite Sam blast through his speakers.

"Great horny toads!!! What in tarnation?!?!"

 

I instinctivly take a step back at the sight of the cannon. I hear my team transform behind me. I raise my hand as Arcee and Blur activates their weaponry.

"We were on a mission for Sentinal Prime and our ship was damaged in the process forcing us to crash on this planet. We're lucky to even be functional."

 

"I.....I follow Sentinal Prime, the leader of the Autobots. Atleast thats who was incharge when we were given out mission."

 

"What!?"

"No...."

I shift my gaze and see the same pained exspression on the face of each Autobot.

"How......how did it happen?"

 

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"He gave his life. . .to ensure ours."

Optimus looks at the surrounding Autobots. Why didn't Sentinel tell him about this mission? It seemed that more questions were raised by the minute.

"For now, I believe our best course of action is to return to the Ark and hold a meeting. There's a lot that needs explaining."

 

(IC: PROWL)

At the top of the mountain, Prowl transformed back into his robot form. He really wasn't up there to be lookout-well he was looking out for something, or in this case someone. Optimus Prime. Even though Optimus had been Prime for billions of years now, he still hadn't made a first encounter with the new leader.

Now that he had a little time on his hands, Prowl examined his new form. He felt stronger, faster, better in all categories. Looking through his database, he found that the motorized four-wheeled vehicle that he had taken as his other mode was a model called an "Acura". He would look into what these names ment at a different time.

Magnifying his vision, Prowl searched the surrounding area for Prime and the search team. He picked up their signals, as well as a few unknown ones. Considering that the others' movements weren't hostile, Prowl didn't worry about them. It seemed like their were all about to head back to the Ark, so Prowl transformed and began to drive down the mountain at a steady speed to meet up with his fellow Autobots.

 

I simply node my head. I look over my shoulder at my team.

"Lets move out team."

We transform and fall inline as we follow Optimus's team back to the Ark. A question suddenly comes to mind causing me to pull out of line and speed up beside Optimus.

<Optimus did.......did the Decepticon's follow you?>

 

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<They actually arrived moments before us,> Optimus explains, recalling the final moments before the crash. Until now, he had been so focused on awakening the Autobots that he forgot about the Decepticons.

Then, a light-bulb goes on in his head.

<But I wouldn't worry just yet, Hot Rod. The Decepticons' ship was plunged into the depths of the ocean. The high pressures should keep them stationary indefinitely,> Optimus assures the young Bot. For everyone's sake, Prime hopes that he's right.

 

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The oil of the bots I have killed are on my hands. I try to wash it away but it sticks, and it spreads. It spreads down my arms and somehow rises up to my shoulders. I wash them and I wash them and it JUST WON'T STOP. My hands start to melt away as the oil dips down my chest and down my legs and up my head. I'm drowning in what I've done--I had to do it I had no choice, I cry out but it chokes and melts me nonetheless. I scream and scream and--

I crash down to the floor, and I'm back on the Ark. I look at my hands and there's no oil...outside, anyway. I feel something downloading into my circits...a new language? Interesting. Perhaps we've...landed on a new planet?

Finally, something good to have come from this war--the chance to expierence and study something new. Something else starts downloading into my brain...wow! The species of this planet have machines with circits like ours! Theirs are more premitive and...they're below them? Interesting...this species must be powerful!

I look out and see the some of the other Autobots coming in, and they're using...different vehicle modes then those on Cybertron. They must have adapted to the planet. Those are the machines of this planet!

"This is SO cool," I say in this new language.​

 

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Cybertron burns by my hand. It is sweet. Glorious.

Suddenly, inside leaky ship. Nemesis. Megatron. Crash landed, apparently. Leaky. Water. Hate hate HATE water. No chance for burn in water.

See Megatron talking talking talking, talking sooo much.

"Megatron! What are your orders? How shall we escape our watery grave? What can we burn for you?"​

 

He emerged, rocketing through the ocean depths at supersonic speeds. Water, a native liquid, dripped off of him as he hovered in the air. Now that his sensors had attuned to this new world, the Energon particles in the air stood out to him like a million tiny balls of light, everywhere he looked, He followed their condensing trail like a predator, all the while being fed information on the cube's location by the shipboard computer of the Nemesis.

Located underneath a massive human-created power generating station in the human country called Zaire. Weakened with infighting and populated by barely educated and superstitious locals, the country would prove a fine testing ground for his new body...

 

(IC: PROWL)

Hearing Ironhide's discussion with the younger Autobot, Prowl transforms into his robot form. It was good to see familiar faces again, all of his time in stasis was getting to him for a while.

"Hey Ironhide," Prowl had caught up to the larger bot, "How's it going?"

 

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Prowl smiled, "Yeah, but the vehicle's purpose is to help and defend the planet's natives, which I assume we are doing." The younger Autobot looks at Optimus Prime, who is leading the group of Autobots down the hallway. He seemed much larger since the last time he encountered him. Prowl then turned his attention back to Ironhide, "How did your recon mission go?"

 

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"There will be time for pleasantries and leisure later, Prowl," Optimus reminds the young Bot. Prime never saw himself as being so strict, but he guessed the pressure of everything was getting to him.

"For now, I need you and anyone else who's available to assemble the Autobots and spread word of this meeting. There's much to be discussed."

 

My team and I hang back as Optimus's team talks amongst themselves. Watching these bots just proves how inexperienced we actually are. Sentinel Prime how could you trust the key with us?

"Wow this place is amazing! This ship wasent built, it was poured."

"Die cast construction, it's a lost art but Sentinel Prime insisted on using the process. Come on Blur did'nt you follow the ships contruction?"

"Now why would I when we have you to keep us informed!"

I start to silence Blur but Springer beats me to it.

"Would you knock it off! Will you atleast act like a soldier infront of true heroes."

"I you'd pull that energon rod outta your tailpipe you might be less uptight you slaggin..."

I lay a hand on Blur's shoulder silencing him at once.

"Shut it Blur, thats an order."