Transformers RPG Season I IC Thread

[LibrarianThorne]

Attaching a specialized device into the face of the computer that allowed Jazz to cut through several firewalls, he came up with a menu screen with several files to choose from. "Maintenance logs, firearms shipments, scrap disposal..." Now here was something that looked interesting: "Nemesis?"Blueprints, weapon schematics, starmaps, it all came flooding onto the monitor in front of Jazz as he scanned over the information like a madbot. "Blaster cannons calibrated, guidance systems are go, stabilizer gyros are tuned... damn, this thing's ready for launch already!" Just as he was about to turn away and exfiltrate the facility to warn the other Autobots, another segment of text caught his attention; "Failsafe viral transmission?" As Jazz read further, so engrossed in what he was doing that he failed to hear the door to the station opening behind him, he found the details of the potential viral assault. "Disrupts guidance systems!" he gasped. "So if all else fails, they're gonna leave the Ark floating in space until a rescue can come, or crash us on some moon somewhere! And all the while, those creeps are gonna be free to whatever energon horde they can find while the Autobots are still rescuing their commanders!"A chill suddenly swept through the room and Jazz's fingers stopped dead on the keyboard. He knew the voice. Everyone on Cybertron knew that voice. Slowly turning around to face the Decepticon, Jazz forced himself to meet Lord Megatron's eyes. "Oh slag."

"That data there is not for your perusal," Megatron said as his blaster cannon glowed with internal fires. "Back away and I might let you survive."

Back away is precisely what the Autobot did, attempting to run past the enormous Decepticon. Megatron's hand moved fast, far faster than the smaller Autobot had thought capable. Steel ground on steel as Megatron picked the struggling Autobot up and slammed him against a nearby wall, denting it. The Autobot's body shuddered with the impact, but Megatron calmly put his blaster mere inches from his face.

"Tell me your name, Autobot, and who sent you here. Then, if you value your spark, you will tell me what you downloaded."

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

"Optimus, there is more to leading, to ruling, then relying on force alone. The Decepticons out number us. Their weapons-more powerfule. All of our resources, all of our energon, have been pooled to create the Ark and to pwoer it. The proper ploy is to not station guards and resist, but to retreat."

I could tell Optimus was not keen on ever hearing the word retreat.

"Back into the Ark. Then as the Decepticons converge here, outside the Ark, they will suspect victory. All the autobots on board the ark, the ark they have already planned to destroy. It will be moments before they uncover our true plan."

I waited for Optimus to supply the missing information. It was not forthcoming.

"The blast gate, Optimus," I finally supplied for him. "The energy created by the Ark taking off is our only weapon against the Decepticons. Destroy their army and blast the Ark off to find more Energon in one fell swoop. Of course sacrifices must be made Optimus--" I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Once the Ark leaves Cybertron, the Matrix will no longer be housed in my chest."

"Please Optimus, do not tell the others."

"Hello Ironhide. Do you come with news from the battleground?"

Prime knew already of his demise, and merging with the Matrix? The situation was more dire than even Optimus had thought. With the arrival of Ironhide, Optimus turned to head back down to the arc, not for an inspection, but to prepare it for flight.

 

[Spike_x1]

"That data there is not for your perusal," Megatron said as his blaster cannon glowed with internal fires. "Back away and I might let you survive."

Back away is precisely what the Autobot did, attempting to run past the enormous Decepticon. Megatron's hand moved fast, far faster than the smaller Autobot had thought capable. Steel ground on steel as Megatron picked the struggling Autobot up and slammed him against a nearby wall, denting it. The Autobot's body shuddered with the impact, but Megatron calmly put his blaster mere inches from his face.

"Tell me your name, Autobot, and who sent you here. Then, if you value your spark, you will tell me what you downloaded."

It was then that the Autobot who had made a name for himself for having a cool head under pressure felt his teeth chattering. Megatron's breath smelled of death, and for a moment it was all Jazz could concentrate on. It seemed like an eternity before his training finally came back to his mind and at least a small amount of calmness kicked in. "Techno-porn, Megabreath," he answered, and with his blaster in his hand at his side, Jazz fired at the still-active computer console. "Not for bots under the age of 18." The exploding terminal rained a burst of fire and glass at the two of them, giving Jazz just the distraction he needed. Without hesitation, he activated his transformation circuits, breaking free from Megatron's grip as he entered his vehicle mode and landed on the floor, immediately speeding towards the open door of the station.

 

[Venom160]

I bow my head.

"We won't fail you sir!"

Springer, Arcee, and Blur follow suit as Jetfire walks over to the console and quickly downloads the mission details. Seconds later Jetfire turns back to us.

"Alright move out."

We follow as Jetfire leaves the chamber.

"Sir how are we to get to Alpha Praxus?"

"Sentinal Prime has a ship ready for us."

I can't help but smile as we head for the hanger.

Five clicks later and I find myself behind the the controls of the weapons system of a class 3 cruiser. I look over and see Jetfire settle into the command seat in the center of the bridge.

"Systems check!"

Silence suddenly fills the bridge as we run diagnostics on our respective stations.

"Weapon systems operational sir!"

"Radar and scanner systems operational sir."

"Communications and navigation systems operational!"

Springer remains silent as he runs a second diagnostics.

"All systems go, ready to launch on your command Jetfire!"

"Launch!"

 

[LibrarianThorne]

It was then that the Autobot who had made a name for himself for having a cool head under pressure felt his teeth chattering. Megatron's breath smelled of death, and for a moment it was all Jazz could concentrate on. It seemed like an eternity before his training finally came back to his mind and at least a small amount of calmness kicked in. "Techno-porn, Megabreath," he answered, and with his blaster in his hand at his side, Jazz fired at the still-active computer console. "Not for bots under the age of 18." The exploding terminal rained a burst of fire and glass at the two of them, giving Jazz just the distraction he needed. Without hesitation, he activated his transformation circuits, breaking free from Megatron's grip as he entered his vehicle mode and landed on the floor, immediately speeding towards the open door of the station.

"GRARH!" growled the lord of the Decepticons as the Autobot took off. In a split second, Megatron too had transformed, his body folding and compacting into the shape of a monstrous aircarft. His booster engines roared to life, plasma fire spitting from his forward mounted guns. The Autobot dodged them nimbly. The pair crashed through drones and walls equally, Megatron dwarfing the smaller Autobot yet unable to attain a weapons lock.

"You will not survive this, Autobot!" he roared as the pair broke through the station's exit. All around Jazz, the road exploded in a fountain of fire and steel, pelting him with superhot debris.

 

[Spike_x1]

"Slaggit!!" The highway around him was crumbling to molten pieces, bursting in all directions. Internally checking his rearview monitor, Jazz said a series of very vulgar obscenities when he saw Megatron gaining on him fast. I can't keep this up much longer.

Jazz could feel the tingling heat and static from Megatron's blasts, missing him by mere inches. Taking a deep breath, he told himself, "If it's worth doing, it's worth doing with..."

He suddenly transformed back into robot mode again, losing speed and skidding along the roadway by pure momentum, and letting Megatron's now far superior speed fly right over him. "...Style." As the shadow of the great Decepticon passed over Jazz, the Autobot quickly fired a series of rapid blasts at the villain. It didn't even take a click before Megatron registered what had happened and turned around, letting Jazz see that his shots had barely even dented the Decepticon. "Awww... scrap me!!" he yelled in frustration as he transformed back into a hover speeder and drove as fast as he could away from Megatron, back towards the base.

 

[LibrarianThorne]

"Slaggit!!" The highway around him was crumbling to molten pieces, bursting in all directions. Internally checking his rearview monitor, Jazz said a series of very vulgar obscenities when he saw Megatron gaining on him fast. I can't keep this up much longer.

Jazz could feel the tingling heat and static from Megatron's blasts, missing him by mere inches. Taking a deep breath, he told himself, "If it's worth doing, it's worth doing with..."

He suddenly transformed back into robot mode again, losing speed and skidding along the roadway by pure momentum, and letting Megatron's now far superior speed fly right over him. "...Style." As the shadow of the great Decepticon passed over Jazz, the Autobot quickly fired a series of rapid blasts at the villain. It didn't even take a click before Megatron registered what had happened and turned around, letting Jazz see that his shots had barely even dented the Decepticon. "Awww... scrap me!!" he yelled in frustration as he transformed back into a hover speeder and drove as fast as he could away from Megatron, back towards the base.

Megatron swooped in low, the Autobot's sudden manuver a sure attempt to find cover from his attacker. The pulse phase cannons on his underbelly had only briefly stopped their torrent of fiery death, the second the Autobot had reversed directions. Megatron was not to be trifled with, and it was time his Autobot opponent learned that lesson.

Afterburners poured on their heat, exhaust turning a brilliant blue as the figher gained speed. He suddenly banked left, peeling out of Jazz's view. Meagtron swooped under the enormous overpass that led into the Decepticon base, crashing through centuries old steel as he did. Then he rolled through and angled straight up, alien engines roaring like a tortured beast behind him. He climbed hundreds of feet into Cybertron's night sky, a flashing silver blur illuminated by the few lights still operational. At the apex of his manuver, he turned a full one hundred eighty degrees down, all his weapon systems pointed at the ground in front of the base. He let loose a hail of fire, nuclonic missiles and superheated plasma boring like an apocalypse into the overpass. In a flash of fire and vapor, a full quarter mile of the overpass was reduced to molten slag and ruined durasteel. The Autobot paused at the lip of the burned out highway, audio sensors detecting the roar of Megatron's return to to his sensor range. Megatron transformed mid-flight, trading one nightmarish form for another. He landed in a crouch opposite the Autobot, blocking entry to the Decepticon base.

"Surrender, Autobot. This game is done. Submit now, and I promise you a swift end. Continue to resist, and I will ensure that you suffer a fate worse than deactivation itself," said the Decepticon leader, his hate-filled optics glaring down at the small hovercraft.

 

[Saved]

(IC: Starscream)

Outskirts of Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada 2003​

"Sir, Mission was success. This is Echo Niner, coming in for landing."​

"Roger, Echo Niner. You are clear."​

Outside the Nellis Air Force Base, an unidentified target watches. He sees the jets land, and the Helicopters take off. As it watches, it smiles and laughs, and the people go about their normal everyday lives. ​

<"Interesting. These...aircraft appear to be war vehicles. Just what I need to blend in. I am still unsure why they allow these, fleshlings control and use them. But this is an alien planet. I will have plenty of time to learn the terrain before that pompous idiot arrives.">​

Starscream touches his hand to his head, and he begins to scan the vehicles on the runways.​

<"Mhh...That propeller machine looks good. But its too bulky and slow. I need speed and firepower. Lets see...ah ha. That jet will do.">​

Starscream scans the vehicle. Soon, parts on his body are replaced and formatted to fit his new disguise. ​

<"Planet Gamma 3 camouflage acquired.&#8221;> ​

Suddenly, the nearby watchtower picks up Starscream&#8217;s signature. ​

&#8220;Wait, Echo Niner. We have confirmed UFO in the area.&#8221;​

&#8220;Where?&#8221;​

&#8220;Bout half a mile South of the base.&#8221;​

&#8220;I&#8217;m on it.&#8221;​

Starscream picks up their radio communications, and translates them.​

<&#8220;Damn it! No matter. Time to try out my new mode.&#8221;>​

Starscream transforms into his newly attained form, an F-22 Raptor. He flies into the air, and the other pilot locks on to his signature, and pursues.​

&#8220;Unidentified pilot. What is your business?&#8221;​

Starscream does not respond, and the other jet radios back to his base.​

&#8220;Sir, he isn&#8217;t responding. Repeat, no response.&#8221;​

&#8220;Check the markings. Is it U.S., or foreign?&#8221;​

The pilot flies by Starscream, and looks at the wings. ​

&#8220;Sir&#8230;&#8221;​

&#8220;Well, Echo?&#8221;​

&#8220;Its appears to be U.S. But it can&#8217;t be.&#8221;​

&#8220;Why?&#8221;​

&#8220;It&#8217;s got a weird marking on its wing. And there&#8217;s another problem.&#8221;​

&#8220;What is it?&#8221;​

The pilot sighs. &#8220;It has the same number as my Raptor.&#8221;​

&#8220;What?&#8221;​

&#8220;ASFX 34. That&#8217;s my plane&#8217;s number, sir.&#8221; The control tower man stands in shock. He thinks what to do, and responds.​

&#8220;Echo. Make contact. It could be a coincidence. Maybe a factory accident.&#8221;​

&#8221;Yes, sir. Unidentified Air Craft, state your business.&#8221; ​

The pilot gets what seems to be a garbled message back, and asks again.​

&#8220;What is your business here?&#8221;​

&#8220;Your planets destruction!&#8221; ​

&#8220;What the-&#8220; ​

Suddenly, Starscream flies back around the plane, and fires his missiles. The pilot tries to send a message back to the base, but his plane explodes and crashes before he could get the message through.​

&#8220;Echo Niner? Are you there?&#8221;​

&#8220;Yes, fleshling.&#8221; ​

&#8220;Who the hell are you?&#8221;​

Starscream laughs as he flies toward the base. He begins to fire his machine guns, destroying planes and helicopters as he flies by. The people on the ground scramble to get to cover, hiding under planes or running inside hangars. Starscream makes another pass, continuing to fire on the base. The control tower operative tries to send an SOS, but Starscream destroys the long-range antenna. ​

<&#8220;Computer, translate, &#8220;Your King&#8221; to their language.&#8221;>​

Starscream&#8217;s computer translates the message, and sends it to the control tower. The man sits in his chair in fear. He looks out the window to watch the aircraft burning in the runways and the hangars. ​

&#8220;We&#8217;re doomed.&#8221; ​

Starscream laughs and fires a missile at the control tower. As the missile hit the tower, it explodes and crumbles to pieces. Starscream circles around the base a few times to make sure he destroyed all life. When his scanners indicate no survivors, he transforms and lands near one of the compounds. ​

<&#8220;Ha! Ha! Ha! Lord Starscream triumphs again! Now. Lets learn a little about this pathetic planet.&#8221;> Starscream looks through the destroyed roof and sees a computer database. He puts his hand on it and attaches a wire. <&#8220;Downloading files.&#8221;> Starscream downloads files from the database. Suddenly, a firewall keeps him from downloading any more files. He detaches his cable, and shoots the database. <&#8220;Piece of alien garbage. No matter. Now&#8230;they call this planet&#8230;Earth. And the domanant race is&#8230;humans? Fleshlings? Ha! This planet will be easier to conquer than I had anticipated. And now that I downloaded their language, I won't need to translate anymore. Nothing will stop me.&#8221;> Starscream looks to his chest. <&#8220;Now. To find a place to hide you my fellow subjects.&#8221;> ​

Starscream transforms and flies off into the night sky, as the smoldering remains of the Nevada Air base burn in silence. ​

*All speech in < > is translated from Cybertronian.*​

 

[The Question]

Minutes after I came under fire, Rumble and Frenzy showed up, giving me cover fire. Frenzy turned to me with a smile.

"Started the part without us, huh?"

"Shut up and cover me."

I ran into the room, ducked, rolled, and blasted three of the guards. I leaped at another, clawed a hole in his chest, and grabed his side arm. Duel weilding the two guns, I took out two other guards and reached the gun racks. I grabbed the biggest weapon I could find and fired in the direction of the guards, killing one and scattering the rest.

"ALL CLEAR!"

Rumble and Frenzy filed in, standing over the guards and making very loud threats. Rumble walked over and helped me up.

"That was damn brilliant, Ratbat."

"Thanks."

Frenzy grabbed one of the guards and pointed his gun in his face.

"Hey there, Mr. Autobot. Name's Frenzy. Let's you and me get better aquainted, shall we?"

I grabbed a gun and pointed it at Frenzy.

"Leave him be."

"Ratbat..."

"He's our prisoner. Leave him be."

After a moment's hesitation, and with an obvious look of distain, Frenzy let him go. I lowered my gun.

"Now, round up the prisoners, and file out. And if anything happens to the prisonders..."

I looked straight at Frenzy.

"I'm holding you responsible."

Frenzy huffed, and then started gesturing at the prisonders with his gun.

"C'mon, get up. Single file line. Move!"

 

[MaskedManJRK]

Ratchet

I stand near The Ark, mesmerized. Not just because of it's beautiful, intriquite design, but what it represents--exploration, discovery. I imagine what it would be like to stand in that ship, exploring new worlds, encountering things I never believed possible, and I forget for a moment the war and the lives killed and the life I've taken away.

But it isn't for exploration, I think, crestfallen. It's a scavenger ship so that we can get more Energon to fuel this bloody war.

I stand with the standard blaster in hand, looking for Decepticons to try and invade. Suddenly I see a Cybertronian running towards the ship, limping. I look at the blaster in my hand and then watch as he goes in without any fight--obviously one of the Autobots: limping, bleeding.

I look back at the blaster--do I do what I'm meant to do, or do what I'm ordered to do?

The answer is clear, I run into the Ark.

I find the wounded Cybertonian coming out of someone's quarters--Sentinel. I'll meet him later, must attend to the wounded.

"No offence, but you look like scrap. Need any help?"

 

[Venom160]

Five clicks later and I find myself behind the the controls of the weapons system of a class 3 cruiser. I look over and see Jetfire settle into the command seat in the center of the bridge.

"Systems check!"

Silence suddenly fills the bridge as we run diagnostics on our respective stations.

"Weapon systems operational sir!"

"Radar and scanner systems operational sir."

"Communications and navigation systems operational!"

Springer remains silent as he runs a second diagnostics.

"All systems go, ready to launch on your command Jetfire!"

"Launch!"

Two solar cycles later, in orbit above Alpha Praxas.....

We silently start at the hologram showing the long abandoned city of Alpha Praxas, a once prosperous city that fell in one of the first skirmishes of the great war.

"Scanners show the energy signature is located in an old energy mine just outside Alpha Praxas's border. Our orders are to retrieve whatever is giving of this signature."

Springer steps forward.

"What should we expect sir!"

"This sector of Cybertron has been abandoned for over a millinia so we shouldnt run into any problems."

Out of the corner of my optics I could see Arcee relax. Jetfire must've seen it aswell cause he looked directly at her as he continues.

"But, if sensor picked this up its a safe bet that the Decpticons have picked it up aswell. So I want you on your guard and ready for anything."

"S..sir what will do with the object after its found? Bring it back to Sentinal Prime?"

Jetfire is silent for a moment, never a good sign.

"Negative, Prime's orders is to get the object as far away from Cybertron as possible."

"What?!"

We all look at Arcee.

"We're leaving Cybertron!"

Jetfire slowly nodes his head.

"Correct, we are to take the object to the furthest reaches of the universe and protect the object with our sparks. Now any questions?"

Silence decends upon us as we process the details of our mission.

"Alright load up and meet me in the hanger bay in five clicks."

 

[Wookiebot]

I walk around the area of the ark trying to find my way around, searching for ultra magnus, I had been informed by a lower ranking bot that he was in charge. As I round the corner I see magnus directing another autobot. I walk up to him and respectfully salute.

"Sir, Air Raid reporting for guard duty, what is my assignment?"

 

[Saved]

Ratchet

I stand near The Ark, mesmerized. Not just because of it's beautiful, intriquite design, but what it represents--exploration, discovery. I imagine what it would be like to stand in that ship, exploring new worlds, encountering things I never believed possible, and I forget for a moment the war and the lives killed and the life I've taken away.

But it isn't for exploration, I think, crestfallen. It's a scavenger ship so that we can get more Energon to fuel this bloody war.

I stand with the standard blaster in hand, looking for Decepticons to try and invade. Suddenly I see a Cybertronian running towards the ship, limping. I look at the blaster in my hand and then watch as he goes in without any fight--obviously one of the Autobots: limping, bleeding.

I look back at the blaster--do I do what I'm meant to do, or do what I'm ordered to do?

The answer is clear, I run into the Ark.

I find the wounded Cybertonian coming out of someone's quarters--Sentinel. I'll meet him later, must attend to the wounded.

"No offence, but you look like scrap. Need any help?"

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide looks at the Autobot. He has been around for many centuries, and has seen every soldier come into the ranks. But for some reason, he doesn't know who this one is.

"Who are you calling scrap? I haven't seen you around here. Who are you, and what is your buisness here?"

Ironhide looks at the bot's arms and sees the Autobot symbol. These are dire times of war. He thinks. You can't trust anyone, and you can never be to sure.

 

[MaskedManJRK]

(IC: Ratchet)

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide looks at the Autobot. He has been around for many centuries, and has seen every soldier come into the ranks. But for some reason, he doesn't know who this one is.

"Who are you calling scrap? I haven't seen you around here. Who are you, and what is your buisness here?"

Ironhide looks at the bot's arms and sees the Autobot symbol. These are dire times of war. He thinks. You can't trust anyone, and you can never be to sure.

"I'm Ratchet, and my business is repairing broken bots like you, and while it's wise to be wary in these strange times, your choices are to either trust me that I'll fix you, or...actually, there isn't another choice. I'm going to fix you even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming."

 

[Saved]

(IC: Ratchet)



"I'm Ratchet, and my business is repairing broken bots like you, and while it's wise to be wary in these strange times, your choices are to either trust me that I'll fix you, or...actually, there isn't another choice. I'm going to fix you even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming."

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide looks at his sparking and leaking arm. This kids awfully confident. He winces as pain as he holds it closed with his hand.

"You know what kid, I'm going to take a gamble on you. You look like a medic anyway."

Ironhide thinks to himself as he stares at the Autobot. But that doesn't mean I won't be warry of you, kid.

 

[MaskedManJRK]

(IC: Ratchet)

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide looks at his sparking and leaking arm. This kids awfully confident. He winces as pain as he holds it closed with his hand.

"You know what kid, I'm going to take a gamble on you. You look like a medic anyway."

Ironhide thinks to himself as he stares at the Autobot. But that doesn't mean I won't be warry of you, kid.

"Alright, follow me."

I go down the corridor, turn a few times...okay, where's the infirmery? I look around the walls--maybe there's a sign or something--I turn another corridor and--

"Going the wrong way, kid."

I look at him pointing towards the other corridor.

"Oh. Heh. Sorry. First time in this place."

I look at him, and I can see his doubt rising. He looks like the type of bot that has kept fighting even when most of his spark was gone and would be more than willing to disassemble anyone he considered an enemy. That does not make a good combination.

"Uh...can you show me the way?"

He looks at me for a second and waves me along with his undamaged arm. I follow, hoping he doesn't take me to a firing line.

 

[Saved]

(IC: Ratchet)



"Alright, follow me."

I go down the corridor, turn a few times...okay, where's the infirmery? I look around the walls--maybe there's a sign or something--I turn another corridor and--

"Going the wrong way, kid."

I look at him pointing towards the other corridor.

"Oh. Heh. Sorry. First time in this place."

I look at him, and I can see his doubt rising. He looks like the type of bot that has kept fighting even when most of his spark was gone and would be more than willing to disassemble anyone he considered an enemy. That does not make a good combination.

"Uh...can you show me the way?"

He looks at me for a second and waves me along with his undamaged arm. I follow, hoping he doesn't take me to a firing line.

(IC: Ironhide)

"First time here, huh?"

Ironhide begins walking down the hallway toward the sick bay. He keeps a close eye on the Autobot as he follows. Wehn they reach the room, Ironhide stands outside the door. Ratchet looks at him in silence. Ironhide gestures to the door.

"Oh, right. Sorry."

"Let's just hope you aren't this out of it when you're fixing my arm."

They both walk in and turn on the lights. The room is empty, and Ironhide becomes more caustious. He goes and sits on the examining table, as Ratchet goes to the cabinets for equipment.

"So tell me, kid. What's you name again?"

 

[MaskedManJRK]

(IC: Ironhide)

"First time here, huh?"

Ironhide begins walking down the hallway toward the sick bay. He keeps a close eye on the Autobot as he follows. Wehn they reach the room, Ironhide stands outside the door. Ratchet looks at him in silence. Ironhide gestures to the door.

"Oh, right. Sorry."

"Let's just hope you aren't this out of it when you're fixing my arm."

They both walk in and turn on the lights. The room is empty, and Ironhide becomes more caustious. He goes and sits on the examining table, as Ratchet goes to the cabinets for equipment.

"So tell me, kid. What's you name again?"

As we walk in, I look again at him to see what I have to fix: his whole right arm is busted, and some shallow blast holes and scorches around his chest. Seen worse, but mostly from journals. I know I can fix him, though.

"Ratchet. Sit down on the table, please."

He does, and I grab the tools from the cabinets and bring them over. The arm looks like it's in the worst condition, so I start with that. I look into the wound. While it doesn't look like a major artery, the bot is still bleeding, so I sauder the fluidflow, closing it, before closing up the wound. I continue the process, doing the same to his shoulder.

 

[Saved]

As we walk in, I look again at him to see what I have to fix: his whole right arm is busted, and some shallow blast holes and scorches around his chest. Seen worse, but mostly from journals. I know I can fix him, though.

"Ratchet. Sit down on the table, please."

He does, and I grab the tools from the cabinets and bring them over. The arm looks like it's in the worst condition, so I start with that. I look into the wound. While it doesn't look like a major artery, the bot is still bleeding, so I sauder the fluidflow, closing it, before closing up the wound. I continue the process, doing the same to his shoulder.

(IC: Ironhide)

"So tell me, Ratchet." Ironhide winces in pain as Ratchet closes up the wound, but quickly gains control of himself. "Where'd you come from? And why did Sentinel pick you to join up on the Ark's team?"

 

[Kaboom]

"I have suspected as much," I said as I took the processor from Ironhide. "Brave autobots," I muttered as I plugged the Decepticon's processor into our memory core. A few clicks and inputs later, I was examining the decepticons entire memory bank. Still some of the more important information had been firewalled beyond even my ability to break through it. Until I came across---

"This," I exclaimed before punching my communicator. "Bumblebee!"

The communicator buzzed and whirlled. "Yes Prime," the young autobot answered.

"Section s-7, the password is "Sovereign" that is where I suspect you will find the key to the Decepticons plan to destroy the Ark. Quckly Bumblebee, there is not much time."

It was then that the Autobot who had made a name for himself for having a cool head under pressure felt his teeth chattering. Megatron's breath smelled of death, and for a moment it was all Jazz could concentrate on. It seemed like an eternity before his training finally came back to his mind and at least a small amount of calmness kicked in. "Techno-porn, Megabreath," he answered, and with his blaster in his hand at his side, Jazz fired at the still-active computer console. "Not for bots under the age of 18." The exploding terminal rained a burst of fire and glass at the two of them, giving Jazz just the distraction he needed. Without hesitation, he activated his transformation circuits, breaking free from Megatron's grip as he entered his vehicle mode and landed on the floor, immediately speeding towards the open door of the station.

Just as I arrived at section s-7 I was able to watch as Jazz fired his blaster at the console destroying it. Unfortunatly, the blast ricocheted off of the console and made a sudden severe impact with my vocal processors.

Aw slag! I tried to say, but it was no use, I couldn't form any words--which meant no way to communicate with Sentinel Prime or any other autobots.

Still why was Jazz here? I thought I was the only autobot Prime had sent..he told me as much. I couldn't let it bother me as Jazz fled, with Megatron in tow.

I hopped down from the bunker and tried to find a computer console to log in to that hadnt been damaged in the fricasse. Eventually i found one and inputted the password Prime gave me. S-O-V-E-R-E-I-G-N.

If i could have spoken, I would have exclaimed again. Unfortunately, there was already a bomb on board the ark set to detonate and soon.

There was no time to spare, I had to make it back to the ark now! I quickly transformed ito vehicle mode and high tailed it to Autobot command as fast as my wheels could turn.

 

[MaskedManJRK]

(IC: Ironhide)

"So tell me, Ratchet." Ironhide winces in pain as Ratchet closes up the wound, but quickly gains control of himself. "Where'd you come from? And why did Sentinel pick you to join up on the Ark's team?"

To lie, or not to lie? That is the question. My guess is he won't trust me unless I was hand-picked by Sentinel himself, but I'm not sure if I can think of a lie quick enough that will stick. But, if I tell the truth, I'll be more trusted when he most likely freaks.

"I wasn't picked by Sentinel, actually. I just started here guarding the Ark with Ultra Magnus, and I saw you wounded. I'm a medic, not a soldier, so I thought my time and ability would be better spent and I ran in."

 

[Venom160]

Two solar cycles later, in orbit above Alpha Praxas.....

We silently start at the hologram showing the long abandoned city of Alpha Praxas, a once prosperous city that fell in one of the first skirmishes of the great war.

"Scanners show the energy signature is located in an old energy mine just outside Alpha Praxas's border. Our orders are to retrieve whatever is giving of this signature."

Springer steps forward.

"What should we expect sir!"

"This sector of Cybertron has been abandoned for over a millinia so we shouldnt run into any problems."

Out of the corner of my optics I could see Arcee relax. Jetfire must've seen it aswell cause he looked directly at her as he continues.

"But, if sensor picked this up its a safe bet that the Decpticons have picked it up aswell. So I want you on your guard and ready for anything."

"S..sir what will do with the object after its found? Bring it back to Sentinal Prime?"

Jetfire is silent for a moment, never a good sign.

"Negative, Prime's orders is to get the object as far away from Cybertron as possible."

"What?!"

We all look at Arcee.

"We're leaving Cybertron!"

Jetfire slowly nodes his head.

"Correct, we are to take the object to the furthest reaches of the universe and protect the object with our sparks. Now any questions?"

Silence decends upon us as we process the details of our mission.

"Alright load up and meet me in the hanger bay in five clicks."

"Lets go you three! We don't want to keep the Commander Jetfire waiting!"

I glare at Springer as he stomps out of the armory.

"Stuff it you tailpipe kissing.."

'What was that Hot Rod!"

"Nothing!"

Blur laughs has he loads a fresh energon clip into his plasma rifle and stores spare clips into a compartment on his waist.

"You better watch yourself Rodimus, you won't have to worry about Decepticons cause Springer will slag ya."

"I'd like to see him try! And stop calling me Rodimus!"

Blur ignores me and walks out of the armory. I look over and see Arcee staring down at the floor.

"You ok?"

"Im fine!"

She quickly finishes loading her weapons and leave as well.

 

[ScarletVenom25]

"Barricade."

"Yes, my lord."

Megatron held his robotic fingers together as he contemplated his next move.

"Send out a message to Starscream. Ask him how the Energon hunt goes."

Megatron sits back on his throne and looks into the shadows of the dark room.

"Then, give me all the data on how far away we are from completion on The Nemesis."

Prowl awoke with a start. His mind began racing, his dreams had sent him images of his brother before, due to a wavelink connection they shared. But this was some of the most important news yet. The Decpeticons were building a ship!

"I must tell Prime and the others," Prowl thought, if they knew what he knew, this war could be over. Prowl pushed his stasis pod open. He had decided to shut down until the Ark was ready, saving his energon for that important day. But now he must get to Prime and tell him of the Nemesis and the Decepticons' scouting for energon.

Prowl grabbed his blaster and holstered it in his thigh. He transformed into his hovercar mode and drove off, pondering. He was still very unknowing about his brother's choice to join Megatron and the other Decepticons. Sometimes he thought that it wasn't even his brother, but another bot's spark within his body. Whatever the case, the day his brother left crushed him. He knew someday they'd meet on the battlefield, maybe he could fight the reason out of him.

Prowl reached the Autobot's HQ, transformed, and was scanned for recognition. He raced down the hallway, nearly knocking down several fellow bots before reaching Sentinel Prime's chamber. The door opened and Prowl stepped in.

"Sentinel Prime! I have very important news about the Decepticons and their search for Energon!"

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

Optimus entered the Ark, calling for the attention of all present

"Autobots, we must make ready for flight immediately. Megatron has made his move, and the Decepticons are all but sure of making a final push. Prepare the last of the Energon supplies to fire the engines."

 

[Kaboom]

I raced through Cybertron as fast as I could to get back to the Ark.
I only hoped I could make it in time.

"Bumblebee," Sentinel Prime asked through my comm. "What is the word?"

I couldn't answer because of Jazz. Still I had a mission to complete.

"I can't get in touch with Bumblebee," Sentinel Prime said. "Prepare the Ark blast off!"

Oh no, I thought. If the ark blastoffs the bomb will explode!

and I was the only one who knew!