Transformers RPG Season I IC Thread

Blackout

Drone?! I'll give him drone that little.......

I snap outta my thoughts as Starscream gets to his feet.

"What in the...Blackout, what in the pit are you doing here?"

I leave my cannon active as I scan Starscream, his energy levels are severly low.

"We've been tracking the Autobot's Arc across the galaxy. Both ships we're damaged crashed on mud ball. But the real question is.......what are you doing here?"

 

Blackout

I shake my head thourghly enjoying seein Starscream in this state.

"You surprise me Starscream, I thought you were smarter...."

 

Blackout

I store this moment on my harddrive as I hear Skorponok laughing.

"Im sure you do. Hes' not far, I'd say about ten clicks east."

I transform to vehicle mode and hover above Starscream.

"I assume you want a lift in your "weakened" state?"

 

Humans swarmed around him. Dirty creatures, they seemed almost beyond pity. Some threw rocks at him, the mineral conglomerations rebounding easily off his armored hull. He had one of the holograms bark something in the dominant tongue of this world, something called "English." He hoped that it sounded threatening, for afterwards the .50 caliber machine gun fired into the crowd around him. Bodies jerked and danced under the hail of fire, blood discoloring the ground. He would not be delayed by something so pathetic as a human being in this quest.

That was, of course, when Blackout and Starscream appeared on his sensors, slowly bearing in on his position. He drove through the humans in front of him, some attempting to run but still mercilessly being ground under his treads. A laser communication signal went out to both Decepticons as Megatron opened communications.

<Starscream. Blackout. Good of you to join me.> Keeping a note of disdain out o his voice was difficult, but still Megatron managed. <Forgive me, but I'm currently preoccupied with humans. Give me a few moments to rid myself of them.>

 

Autobot Sunstreaker
Part 1

I open my eyes and blink rapidly.

I'm inside the Ark.

"Autobots?" I ask aloud, hoping for a response.

Nobody says anything.

I'm all alone inside the remnants of the arc.

<This is Autobot Sunstreaker to any Autobots within range. Can you hear me?>

 

Blackout

I ignore Starscream's requests for information and activate my comm link.

<Should I escort Starscream to the Nemesis Lord Megatron?>

 

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What the hell indeed? His voice changes and I hear distortion between them. I look at him...huh, it was the one I saw go after Sentinal...his voice box seems to be broken.

I walk toward him and look more closely.

"Will you keep still, whatever-your-name-is? I'm trying to find a way to fix that."

I listen to Ironhide, entranced. Interesting things--I never payed much attention to these tales of our creation. I was too busy learning my trade. I listen to the tales of the Allspark and Vector Sigma and I think of the things in the Earth databases about religions and of a being they call God that had created them in his image. I think of that, and realize we're not so different.

"Why would someone want to steal the key, then? To stop people from using Vector Sigma, or does it have powers of it's own?"

 

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"Hey, easy there, partner.....The name's...Bumblebee."

Bumblebee tries to squirm from Ratchet's hold.

 

"Both of you relax," Optimus states as he puts up a silencing hand. Optimus gets up and walks over to Hot Rod, who holds the key.

"Did Sentinel Prime give you any explicit instructions as to what you were meant to do with this key?"
​

 

<Yes... And imprison him in the holding cells. I have questions to ask of him.>

He ground another few humans underneath his treads. The humans were no great obstacle, but his sensors were losing the trace of the Energon cube. He had to hurry...

 

"Just to keep it out of reach of the Decepticons..... which we failed in doing...."

I lower my optics to the floor.

 

Blackout

<As you command Lord Megatron.>

I look over and see that Starscream heard that transmission aswell.

<Come Starscream, time to get acquainted with the Nemesis's holding cell.>

I pull back and get behind Starscream while I activate the "chopper's" weapons.

<And please give me a reason.......>

 

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"Oh, don't be such a baby, Bumblebee, I'm just going to make a small incision and--"

I put my hands up, pull my scalpel tool back into my forearm and stand back.

"Man, he's been leader for about five minutes and he's already bossing around--quick learner."

"Woah woah, stop right there--you mean that there are Decepticons also on this planet? Oh, that's just swell."

 

I push Starscream into the first holding cell.

"Activate energy bars."

The air crackles between us as the bars activate.

"Autoguns online."

The ceiling opens and two cannons lower into place, automatically locking onto Starscream's spark.

"Now you behave yourself worm. You'll get some energon once Lord Megatron gets some answers."

I turn and head back up to the bridge all the while Skorponok is laughing his sensors off.

<Oh Primus that was funny! Did you see the look on his face!>

I nod my head.

<It actually was rather enjoyable.>

I pause upon entering the bridge when I see other Decepticons just starting to stir.

"Come on you pathetic pieces of slag! On your feet!"

I reach down and pull acouple lazy drones to their feet.

 

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Red Alert stood next to the group of Autobots that I would soon be working alongside.

"Okay, Tracks. Meet Mirage, Trailbreaker, Hoist, Skids, Smokescreen, Kup, Hubcap, Fireflight, Seaspray, Moonracer..." My attention then began to fade when I saw Moonracer. She was the most beautiful female Autobot I've ever viewed. Her green paintjob caused myself to become dumbfounded, however my gaze was interrupted by the sound of Red Alert clearing his vocal proccessors. "As I was saying. The rest of these fine soldiers are Silverbolt, Blades, Air Raid, Scattershot, Afterburner, Bulkhead, First Aid, and Lightspeed. All of these Autobots have their own special skills and abilities that make them all unique. You will probably work with all of them at some point, but right now, you have your choice of four."

Alright, Tracks. Four. I began to examine the Autobots to see which ones I need and can count on. I need Autobots with different skills so I can utilize them in all aspects of the mission. Punch stood out with that look of overbearing cockiness. I definately don't need that. No. I need him..

"Hoist."

I picked Hoist because I need a focused land Autobot. His grappling hook could come in handy too. Hoist took his spot behind me and gave me a salute.

"Air Raid."

I'm gonna need Air Raid for his air Autobot abilities, which is good in terms of travel and transport. He stood over next to Hoist after shaking my hand.

"Bulkhead."

Bulkhead's a big Autobot. We're gonna need some muscle, and Bulkhead's the guy to get it done.

"And Moonracer."

Not only is Moonracer good visual receptor candy, but she's an expert tactician, and has exceptional stealth infiltration skills. She's definately an asset to any team.

"Congratulations Autobots. You're all going on your first mission with Tracks as your field leader. Now if all five of you could follow me, Vector and I will give you the mission briefing."

All the remaining candidates began to clap for my team. All except that Punch character, who was in shock, then grew mad and stormed off. Strange. Why did he want to go on this mission so badly? Maybe he was just excited. I know I am. Oh well. Red Alert then transformed into his car form and drove off.

"Try to keep up, soldier!"

Oh, I will.

"Autobots! Transform and Roll Out!"

Man, I've always wanted to say that....

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Somewhere hidden behind an Autobot medical garage, the mysterious "Punch" is sending a transmission...

"Decepticon Counterpunch to Decepticon base. Do you read?"

:CSSHH! "Do you have the Alternator?":

"No, Commander Shockwave, but I know where they've stored the files on the procedure."

:CSSHH! "Excellent. You had best not fail me, Counterpunch. Lord Megatron doesn't accept failure.":

"Yes, Shockwave. I'll get right on it."

Counterpuch stood and changed back into his Punch form.

"The Autobots don't stand a chance. HAHAHAHAHAAA!"

 

"We'll deal with that when the time comes." Prime tried to reassure Ratchet, but he himself couldn't see much hope in the time to come. "Autobots, something has to be done. About the key, about the Decepticons, about everything. Any suggestions?"

 

...100 Stellar Cycles Ago...​

They were dust beneath his feet. Cybertropolis was once the capitol city on Cybertron, but now it was shot full of craters. This isn't right. The city was a neutral territory, for the love of Primus! The Fireball rifle was at his side as the Decepticon, nicknamed Brawl by his teammates, looked over the city. Megatron had ordered its destruction and Brawl had been far too cowardly to make any objection. He did believe in the Decepticon philosophy of power and strength above all else, and innocent bots killed unavoidably in the heat of battle never gave him a second thought, but the needless slaughter of millions of neutral Cybertronians had crossed the line.

"Foxhole," Brawl said, hardly louder than a whisper, to the Decepticon approaching with a smug stride behind him. "I've been thinking..."

Foxhole tilted his head in question. "About what, ya dumb philosopher?"

Brawl looked back over his shoulder, catching Foxhole's optics, and glaring red in fury. "Life. And how its sacredness and importance is frowned on for us to even acknowledge."

"Yer an idiot," scoffed Foxhole as he turned around and began walking away.

Spinning in rage, Brawl raised his rifle and thrust forward as hard as he could to the back of Foxhole's head. "DON'T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!!" Like a spear, Brawl stabbed the barrel of the gun straight through Foxhole's head and out the other side. "Sweet Unicron, I hate you bots."

As Foxhole's limp frame crumpled to the ground, still hanging from Brawl's rifle barrel, Brawl stepped on the dead bot's shoulder and pushed him off of the gun. "No respect for life, no respect for bravery or courage; no respect for anything but the proverbial bloodbath." Bending down, he grabbed the razor sharp double bladed claw attached to Foxhole's left arm, and ripped it off with ease. "Very few of us even have respect for the kill anymore. Nobody seems to take a trophy to honor the fallen soldiers anymore, whether the dead were enemy or friendly." As he fastened the double blades onto his own left arm, Brawl looked into Foxhole's death stare. "Were you an enemy or a friend? Can any of the other Decepticons be considered either one? The Autobots? Anyone?"

With his new pair of claws, Brawl sliced into Foxhole's chest cavity and pried out the slowly deactivating spark chamber with his bare hands. Foxhole's spark was still in the process of being extinguished as Brawl unfolded his faceplates and swallowed the spark.

Some bots had called Brawl crazy, a cannibal, a pyromaniac, and psychopath. Having once been one of Cybertron's leading philosophers and authors, ever since the war had broken out between the Autobot and Decepticon factions, Brawl had been spiraling downward into his own insanity and complete lust for violence and death.

Foxhole wasn't the first comrade that Brawl had murdered, and he certainly wouldn't be the last.

 

Jazz looked around at the other Autobots, taking their silence in. It seemed that nobody really knew where to start taking care of these situations. "Optimus, I can take a small team and do a bit of recon, take in our boundaries, and see if there's any other Decepticon activity in the immediate area." His visor came down again as Jazz looked at the Key. "The rest of you cats can take care of that religious trinket."

 

"Wait!!!!! Take me with you!!!"

With that, Bumblebee transformed and reeved his engine.

"Go, go, go, go, Grease Lightning!!!"