Transformers RPG Season I IC Thread

Blackout

The silence of the Nemesis is broken as a large figure stands. It raises is hand to his head as he scans the bridge.

"Skorponok, report."

"Im functional master."

The figure nodes his head.

"Lord Megatron what is your order...."

The figure trails off as he stares at the empty command chair. Blackout's optics glows an even brighter red as he clutches his hands into fists.

"Starscream."

Blackout jumps into the air and transforms into a Cybertronian carrier jet and blasts out of the bridge.

 

"Thanks for the info, Ironhide." And with that, Prowl transformed and drove off. Something didn't seem right. Why would Sentinel intrust an top secret mission with Autobots younger than even Prowl? Like Ironhide, he was going to keep an eye on the situation.

 

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As the senior members of the team, Jazz and Optimus could both sense the uneasiness that some of the other soldiers were feeling towards each other. The shifting stride of their step, the indistinct whispering; they weren't off to the best start in terms of teamwork. Jazz looked up at Optimus and gave Prime a look that conveyed his concerns.

 

Strange, green foliage clustered around the massive form of Megatron. He sneered as leaves, like some obscene phillia, brushed against his metal form. "What a strange world, that would leave something so inefficient as a plant to flower." He brushed them aside or crushed them underfoot as they impeded his progress. His long-range optical sensors picked up a large human settlement. Three dozen main buildings, and dozens of smaller houses and similar structures. Noticing a small dirt road, Megatron decided to take the chance and try out his new form.

His transformation circuits started with a jarring thrum. Arms shifted tot he side and opened, taking the form of large metal plates. His plasma cannon shifted and grew longer as sections of his body folded horizontally. Finally, from within his legs descended thick rubber tracks and upon the road, idling, was an American M1A1 Abrams battle tank.


Human holograms popped into being, one appearing to man the heavy caliber machine gun on top of the tank and another scanning ahead. Megatron marveled at the sheer power he felt. <Quite remarkable that such a primitive species could invent such an overpowering way to kill itself.>

Then, suddenly, a black shape flew overhead at high speeds. His sensors had barely registered the form, but the spark was unmistakable. <Starscream.> Megatron could only attribute the other transformer's failure to detect him to some mechanical malfunction. Megatron's own navigational computer told him that Starscream's target was his own.

At speed, the M1A1 drove down the dusty road. Megatron would solve the mystery of Starscream's appearance one way or the other.

 

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Without a single word between the Bots, Optimus stated, "I know, Jazz. But fear not. . .this debriefing will help clear the air."

Optimus sighed.

"I can only hope that the Decepticons are gone permanently. It sure would make our job easier."

 

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Form? Oh yes, something to transform into.

I step out of the Ark. I look out and see this brave new world all around us. It's mostly barren, with something the Earth database call cactus and animals like rabbits and coyotes. Fascinating--very different skin than us, soft and...what's the Earth word for it...squishy.

I pause my curiosity--have to find a machine form I can make my own. I scan the area, looking for something that suits me. These things called "automobiles" appear to be the thing that most of us can change into, so I search the "roads" for one my size.

Then I see it, a huge, red "car" that says in their language "Search & Rescue." That sounds like that fits me, and it's my size as well. I scan it and I make the form my own.

I instantly change, my parts shifting and turning until I'm the..."ambulance?" That appears to be the closest word I can see that describes it. I switch back to my "robot mode" (what inventive words this Earth language has!) and I see I look different now.



"Medical & Scientific officer Ratchet reporting for duty!"

I make my way to where the new Prime stands, next to the other one--the mole that was on the Nemesis...Jazz? Yeah, that's it. It seems to be taking a little bit to get everyone situated, so I keep myself occupied by studing this database.

"<Hmm...wow, this language isn't even the only one of this planet! I'm going to start learning Spanish! If what I'm reading on where we landed is correct, then I think we're going to need it...>"

 

Next thing I know we find our selves on the bridge of the Ark facing Optimus Prime and the rest of his team. They all seem very neutral and willing to hear us out, well except for Ironhide who has his cannons out and at the ready. I don't look but I can tell Arcee and staring at me. I feel her nudge my side and and hear her whisper.

"Don't be afraid, say something."

"Easier said than done."

She reaches out and pushes me forward.

"So um.......what do you wanna know?"

 

Blackout

I laugh as I hover above one of these creature's military bases. These "humans" are such small vermin, yet their vehicles are amazing advanced yet crued at the same time. The blade topped crafts catches my attention immediatly.



Such an odd machine, its a wonder it even gets off the ground. I remain cloaked and quickly scan what these humans call a "helicopter". The cloak shimmers away as the remnants of my Cybertronian jet form turns into the helicopter, a MH-53 Pave Low according to the "internet". I concentrate and feel Megatron's presence not far from here. Hopefully I can get to him before Starscream does.

 

(IC: PROWL)

Prowl races through the hallways of the Ark, his "police siren" blaring, attracting the attention of the Autobots not at the meeting. They transform and follow Prowl through the corridors. Once he has a decent size convoy going, the young Autobot leads them to the bridge, where he transforms in time to hear what Ironhide's saying to the self-proclaimed Autobot, Hot Rod:

Prowl walks over to Ironhide, and notices his cannons are out. Hmm, Ironhide wasn't kidding about that cannons quip, Prowl thought. He nodded in the older bot's direction and spoke, "I agree. What did the mission Sentinel assigned you with consist of?"

 

I lower my head and look at the floor before my feet, I really don't want to relive the events that led to Jetfire's death but it seems I don't have a choice.

"First off, despite what Ironhide believes, we're not Decepticon spies. We're Autobot cadets, we've havent even been into battle until this mission. It.....it all started when Sentinal Prime's sensors picked up a high energy signature, higher than anything thats ever been seen before. He couldnt commit any troops to investigate so he enlisted us and our combat instructor Jetfire to go and find the source. Our orders were that if we found the source we were to get it as far away from Cybertron as possible."

"What happened to Jetfire?"

I lower my head again, I couldnt face Optimus Prime while I say this.

"We found the source in an energy mine at Alpha Praxas, as we were leaving we were ambushed by a team of Decepticons. Jetfire didnt make it........it was my fault."

 

Optimus merely sits in the middle of the room and listens to what everyone has to say.

He can't help but wonder...if these Bots are who they say they are, then why didn't Sentinel tell Optimus about them? And for that matter, what else did Sentinel keep secret?

"You can see where we have trouble, Hot Rod," Prime announces. "There's not a Bot in this room that would question Sentinel's leadership. As such, it is hard to believe that he would keep missions secret from us."

Prime leans back in his seat.

"But then, I suppose we all are entitled to our secrets."
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"Sir I don't know why Sentinel didnt tell you about the mission, maybe he just didnt have time? All I know is that we failed in our mission, we brought the source in reach of the Decepticons and I honestly don't know what to do. I think this would be alot safer in your hands than mine."

I walk up to Optimus while my chest plate opens. I remove the key from beside my spark and hold it out to Optimus.

 

(IC: PROWL)

A bit shocked, Prowl looks at the key in Hot Rod's chest. It can't be, Prowl thought, that artifact was rumored destroyed billions of years ago. But then again, there was apparently a lot of things about the Autobots that he didn't know. He had to find out, though, if it was what he thought it was. "Is that," Prowl questioned, "The Key to Vector Sigma?"

 

"Quite impossible, Prowl," Optimus responds as he looks at the artifact. Truth be told, Prime wasn't sure how to explain it.

He looked back at Hot Rod.

"Right, Hot Rod?"
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I listen silently to the cadets as they speak their story. I have confidence that they're telling the truth--whether it's nievety or the fact that I almost had Ironhide's cannons pointed at me before, I'm not quite sure.

The nthe one called Hot Rod reveals a...key?

"Is that the Key to Vector Sigma?"

I look at everyone's astonished faces. The name sounds familiar, but I can't place where. Damn, now I wish I listened to those old stories instead of focusing on my field.

"Uh...may someone inform the 'n00b' here just what Vector Sigma is and why it needs a key?"​

 

"I believe its the real key. Don't tell me you don't feel the power radiating off it?"

 

Finally, after remaing silent for so long. Bumblebee finally uses his 'voice' to speak.

"Hi I'm the key master, are you the gate keeper?....What the hell is going on here?"

 

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"It is, Ironhide, but I think we should find out if it's really the key before pointing fingers." Prowl turned away from Ironhide and looked at Optimus Prime. "Optimus, if this is truly the Key to Vector Sigma, what should we do?"

 

Thundercracker

The Decepticon saw as a number of repair bots scattered across the ship to mend him and his brethren. He could feel electric bolts being sent across his plated body to weld his wounds, feeling his strength returning. Thundercracker got to his feet. ‘Damn Autobots are gonna get what’s coming to them!’

Just then, blue probes came from out of the ship’s computers, light flashing towards the Seeker. He saw before him images of many Earth vehicles of the air: from Biplanes to Jets. As he saw the more recent ones, an image of F-22 Raptor, the most advanced jet of the time. He was about to accept it, but it just didn’t sit right with him. ‘No ... I won’t. I know Starscream would choose it, and I ain’t being a Starscream imposter! Megatron will soon see that I can outmatch that piece of slag no matter what form I choose!’ And so he went back a few models to another jet that was almost just as good: a Typhoon Eurofighter.

‘That’s the one, I’ll take it computer.’ His memory banks began to override his old Cybertronian jet form now with the European Jet Fighter. Parts began to shift about, and Thundercracker felt an odd tingly feeling all the way through. When complete, he was a bit excited to test out his new form.

Thundercracker looked awkwardly at his Master. Megatron then boosted out of the Nemesis at supersonic speed. ‘Where the hell is Megatron off to? Always off to fulfill his own objectives, how typical.’

Oh geez, not this guy! He really hated suck-ups like him. “Ah put a tailpipe in it Bonecrusher, he already left. You really need to calm down once in awhile you freakin’ loony.” Yeah, speaking like that to Bonecrusher probably wasn’t the wisest of ideas, but Thundercracker was still pretty cranky.

The Transformer watched as Blackout went to follow after Lord Megatron. ‘I guess that’s my cue.’ He peered over to his seeking partner, who he saw was still undergoing repairs. “Sorry to leave you, but I better see what Megatron is up to.” Skywarp shaked his head. ‘Looks like I’ll get to test out this new form!’



He could feel his turbines turning, as he began to shape into a Eurofighter. He’d forgotten how nice it was to transform after being cooped up on the Nemesis. The Jetfighter then began to turn up his engines, and began to rocket out of the ship, passing up through the ocean’s surface. ‘Wow, this sure is a large body of liquid on this planet … nothing like Cybertron.’

Thundercracker saw Blackout in front of him. He began to laugh inside as he saw the slow aerial Transformer in front of him. He quickly unleashed his turbines, hitting Mach 1 instantly. “You better keep up Blackout!” Yeah, he had always been faster then Blackout before his new transformation, but that was besides the out.

He then turned on his sensors to spot Megatron. ‘Maybe I was better off waiting back on the ship.’ His scanners began to pick up Megatron's readings on the ground, below a dense foliage. Thundercracker began to slow himself down, flying around in a large circle and then transforming back into his bot form.

He slowly landed on the ground below, knocking down a tree or two in the process. 'Now where did he go off to?'

 

Blackout

I glare as Thundercracker streeks past me.

"Laugh it up you rusted piece of slag. I may look slow but you'd be surprised, I didnt get to where I am without having a few tricks up my sleeve."

The top and tail rotors suddenly stop and two small jet engines emerge from the tail of the chopper. They fire up sending me hurtling toward Thundercracker. I catch up with Thundercracker easily.

"Nice try slag, now your place before you get hurt!"

I spot Starcream crashed in the dirt below us.

"Ah there you are."

I dive down transforming second before hitting the ground. I laugh inward as Starcream trys to activate his thrusters.

"Ah so you've survived. I should've figured as much, cockroaches are so hard to kill."

I activate the cannon in my chest and aim it at Starscream.

"Gimme a good reason why I shouldnt finish you off right now."