Transformers RPG Season I IC Thread

[Wookiebot]

Air Raid:

After leaving Primes office I couldn't help but feel re-energized; it's like I had just completely refueled my energon levels. He gave me a duty to guard Cybertrons last hope. A shuttle, or ship of some kind called the Ark. It was my duty to help guard it until it took off, and then follow it to its destination.

Although I can't believe were leaving our dear Cybertron in the clutches of those pieces of scrap Decepticons. But I do fully understand the need to find more energon. As I make my way to the Ark I see several autobots making their way onto it. I walk up to the nearest autobot that I can find who seems to know what hes doing.

Air Raid reporting for guard duty.

 

[Kaboom]

My circuits feel like they're about to fry as Prime's words reach my recepters.

"You actually want us to go on a mission!"

"Yes we finally get to see some action!"

Jetfire snaps his optics towards Blur.

"Silence Blur! I will not tell you again!"

Jetfire steps forward and lowers his voice as he adresses Prime.

"They're not ready Prime, I admit they do work well as a team but they are not ready!"

"It is I who decides who is ready, Jetfire. Now, the coordiantes to Alpha Praxus can be downloaded at that console. May Primus be with you."

 

[Venom160]

"It is I who decides who is ready, Jetfire. Now, the coordiantes to Alpha Praxus can be downloaded at that console. May Primus be with you."

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.

 

[LouFerignoDemon]

Ultra Magnus

Ratchet

I listen to the two small talk. As I'm about to ask what the job Ultra Magnus is talking about, I hear:

"Hmm... I understand. Agreed, it's pretty hard to get them to stay in the face of near guaranteed death..."

Well, that's a great line for the Cybertronian armed forces.

"Kicking Decepticon butt, more or less. Enlisting in the Autobot forces entails defense of our bases and cities, and attacking of their cities and their bases. However, my units usually deal more in specialized hits, rather than all out war. Though... you can expect that too in these dismal times."

War. He's trying to put me in the front lines. I have no question I could do it, but...I remember the man I killed, and even though I know he was a Decepticon and was about to kill me, what I have done churns inside like bad Energon. And I would have to do more when I follow him.

My face must have betrayed me, for he suddenly says.

"I can understand your concerns, but you already know the war will someday come to you, and I doubt you want to be unprepared to go down with all your little buddies in a firing line led by Megatron, or one of his generals. Better to be part of the solution now, where you can make a difference, rather than some statistic and name one of us will be scratching into a memorial when it's all said and done."

I can't make my voice box respond, so I only nod. Ultra Magnus turns to Red Alert.

"I doubt you'll notify if I press this one into the battle lines without basic? Because the launch is far too soon for me to train him, and I doubt we'll have time to find any others."

And the idea sounds better and better, I think to myself.

"Frankly, Magnus? I think at this point, what Prime doesn't know...won't hurt him."

I feel his optical sensors seering into me.

"No offense, but you don't look like much of a fighter, son. What is your area of expertise?"

"I have trained to be a scientist and medical advisor. I may not be a soldier, but...hand me a gun and I'll know which end to point.

"Besides, I didn't go AWOL when you said this is guarenteed death. That should count for something."

Magnus nodded to Ratchet, taking his words into consideration.

"Well, to be fair, you don't have many places to run from here, even if you did. But still, if you're willing to fight, we're willing to have you." Then Magnus turned back to Red Alert, his voice pepping up some. "I'll definitely require someone with that sort of knowledge on my team if you can spare the new recruit. It'll save you the bother of having to train him."

Magnus turned back towards Ratchet again, "I won't lie, kid. The odds we'll probably be facing WON'T be good. However, if this service isn't done, we'll lose this war. This Ark mission is beyond necessary, and it's defense is pivotal. You will fight, and you will kill. Anything less will be a liability in the field. Do you understand this?"

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

As the assembled Autobots left the chamber, Optimus approached his leader and mentor. What he had to say was to be between him and Prime only. The young Autobots had crucial matters to attend to, and he did not want this new, disturbing news to rattle them. They were well trained, but most were still very young. Tempers still ran hot among them, and impulsivity was not something that could be squelched overnight.

"The Decepticon High Council has been obliterated, sir. Megatron lays blame with the Autobots, but it does not take the genius of Primus himself to see that it was my old friends doing. He has now instilled himself as sole Decepticon leader. I fear this not only puts him one step ahead of his ploy, but tightens our already extreemely strained time schedule."

 

[Kaboom]

As the assembled Autobots left the chamber, Optimus approached his leader and mentor. What he had to say was to be between him and Prime only. The young Autobots had crucial matters to attend to, and he did not want this new, disturbing news to rattle them. They were well trained, but most were still very young. Tempers still ran hot among them, and impulsivity was not something that could be squelched overnight.

"The Decepticon High Council has been obliterated, sir. Megatron lays blame with the Autobots, but it does not take the genius of Primus himself to see that it was my old friends doing. He has now instilled himself as sole Decepticon leader. I fear this not only puts him one step ahead of his ploy, but tightens our already extreemely strained time schedule."

"Optimus the ark is not ready, should Megatron attack. If that happens you must devote all your energon to getting the Ark of Cybertron. My scans have revealed a young planet rich in Energon. Only I am aware of its existence, its location stored in my memory circuits and the autobot matrix of leadership. If I fall, that task and knowledge shall pass to you. The matrix has revealed that much to me. It has chosen you to be the next Prime."

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

Optimus was shocked Prime's revelation. The Matrix deemed Optimus the next leader of the Autobots. It was the highest honor on all Cybertron, what all Autobots aspired to.

"I'm am greatly honored, sir. No doubt your years of guidance have helped make me worthy and aided the Matrix in this choice. I will lead the Autobots justly with honor and dignity, though I hope it is many celestial cycles till you merge with the Matrix and bestow this task upon me."

 

[Kaboom]

Optimus was shocked Prime's revelation. The Matrix deemed Optimus the next leader of the Autobots. It was the highest honor on all Cybertron, what all Autobots aspired to.

"I'm am greatly honored, sir. No doubt your years of guidance have helped make me worthy and aided the Matrix in this choice. I will lead the Autobots justly with honor and dignity, though I hope it is many celestial cycles till you merge with the Matrix and bestow this task upon me."

"Our young friend Bumblebee, has hidden himsel away in the Decepticon base and reports back to me on Megatrons plans. He has confirmed their plan to attack. How do you suppose it the best way to thwart any Decepticon incursion and protect the Ark?".

 

[LibrarianThorne]

Megatron paced around the room, his new command center. Feeds from all over the galaxy displayed the war between the Decepticons and the Autobots. On distant Theta Prime, a frozen hinterland of a world, ice cracked and heaved under the battle being waged. Transformer bodies littered the ice flows, some sinking beneath the waves. He turned his head, and witnessed the battle of Jokaero. There, the last Autobot fortress was almost finished, a horde of Decepticons closing in on the primary-colored bastion like an unending tide. All around the galaxy, he knew, the Great War was being won. However, the victories being won would all be for nought if his race ran out of Energon. So far, searching across the galaxy had yielded, if they were lucky, a thousandth of the Energon needed to sustain the race. These great battles were being fought for resources that would burn out inside of a decade. The Allspark needed to be found, for wherever it was, so would be the life of the Transformers.

His internal sensors, currently hooked into the Decepticon command's own sensors, registered an Autobot. It was a flicker, there and gone in less time than it took his processor to register its presence. His eyes, cold and calculating, flickered one last time to the scenes of battle and death. He sighed. The Decepticons were all on deployment, either in search of the Allspark or waging the great struggle. Mere drones operated the command center, ones that could be easily fooled or worse, were incapable of even noticing an intruder. If the Autobots discovered that spark-less bodies were the only things inhabiting his headquarters, Megatron knew that. He made his way to the room's far exit, and the enormous steel doors slid aside to let him pass. If there was an Autobot within his base, it had to be dispatched and quickly.

 

[The Question]

Soundwave waits at his position. Soon, the other members of his team radio in.

"Soundwave, this is Frenzy. We are locking onto your position."

"Very good. Ratbat and Ravage are inside now. We will aid them on their transmisision."

"Understood, sir. Be there is a few nanoclicks."

Soundwave waits at his position. He monitors the area for any Autobots, and sees none. He continues to keep close watch, until he gets an coming transmisision.

"Sir, we have full access."​

"Good work Ratbat. The rest of the team is almost here. Expect us to rendezvous in a few nanoclicks. Meanwhile, you and Ravage have some fun with the Autobots inside."

Soundwave clicks off his radio, and continues waiting for his team. As he waits, he remembers before the war. He thinks back to the times when he had to translate computer technology into cybertronian language to progress the development of their technology. Soundwave remembers what a boring job it was, and how he hated it. Once Megatron began the rebellion, Soundwave was one of the first to join up. He'd rather fight then interpret meaningless computer speech. Soon he gets another transmision, and he opens the comlink.

"We're here, Soundwave."

"Excellent. Begin the attack."

I walked past my hostage into the hall.

"If you want to live, I would suggest staying here."

I ran down the hall, until I found a hand full of guards running down an adjoining hallway. I pounced at them, landing on one of them and grabbing his firearm. I shot the other, and started running in the direction that they had been headed. I lucked out. Standing before me was the very focus of the mission.

The armory.

I opened the door, and was imediately met with fire. I stood to the side of the door, shooting into the armory at random intervals when the enemy fire slowed. After a few minutes, I hit my com link.

"I could use some back up."

 

[Spike_x1]

The first shot was barely a whisper, all but unnoticable over the ruckus of the factory, but the dead Decepticon falling limply did get the attention of his companions. The two remaining bots split up, one heading for the null-rifle that was hung by the main door while the other one made a mad dash for the alarm control. As the latter bot got within five steps of the alarm, he suddenly felt his entire body going cold as a blast struck him at the base of his neck. Slagging Autoboooott... it thought as its optics dimmed.

The last Decepticon was already in reach of the rifle when Jazz backflipped from his perch on the rafter and kicked the gun from his enemy's grip on his descent. Following up with an elbow to its faceplate, the Decepticon went down hard. Jazz quickly stepped on the bot's back and grabbed its left arm, bending it backwards and listening to the cirvos grinding against each other in the bot's shoulder joint. It wasn't a pleasant noise. Before the creep could cry out in pain, his head was pushed against the floor by the barrel of Jazz's blaster. "What's crackin'?"

"Lemme guess, squirt," Jazz said as he briefly scanned the markings on the back of his captive's cranial plate. "Drone, right? No spark; just limited programming to do a few specific tasks in this section?" he asked.

"Correct," groaned the robot from under Jazz's foot. "Whatever information you want, I can't give you, as I know nothing beyond the boundries of this section."

"Oh, I only need a little bit of intel from you, sucker. I'm sure you can at least tell me how often security drones make their sweep around the hallways, and when the last sweep was, right?" asked the Autobot as he pressed his blaster just a bit harder into the back of the Decepticon's head.

**********​

A short while later, Jazz peeked his head out of the portal to the factory section and quietly watched the pair of security drones make their pass through the corridor. Coast is clear. He left the nullified factory worker behind and closed the door behind him without a sound. With skillfully weightless footsteps, Jazz made his way down the hallway, in the opposite direction of the security bots and keeping to the cameras' blindspots, and towards where his informants had vaguely suggested that a primary access terminal was located. Those goombahs better not have been lyin' to me about the termin-- Ah! He turned a corner and suddenly there was the doorway to the terminal station.

He entered the room blaster first, he shoulders squared and his stance crouched low. A moment later, after his optics were satisfied that no one else was in the room, Jazz relaxed and fixed his gaze on a lone computer terminal. "Come to Papa."

 

[Byrd Man]

​

The deed had been done, the Decepticon high council building was bathed in flames. Bonecrusher had basked in the chaos long enough, now he was to return to Megatron. But, as the Decepticon made his way back to his leader, the voices of the past kicked up.

Hey, Bonecrusher! Where ya going, you freak!

Didn't you hear, Bonecrusher. Bots who play with fire wet the bed.

Something's wrong with your spark, boy. You're just not right.

"No...Leave me alone!"

"Aww, little bot gonna go run home now?"

"I said, leave me alone!"

The robot banged at his head in agony, trying to rid himself of the voices. They slowly fade as he falls to the ground. He slowly picks himself up and shudders.

"They're wrong, they're all wrong."

Reaching for his weapons, Bonecrusher pulls out a hand full of grenades and tosses them at a nearby building. The side of the building erupts into flames and starts to slowly burn.

"Wrong!"

Lost in his madness, he forgot about Megatron and the war with the Autobots. Only one thing consumed his mind, fire.​

 

[LibrarianThorne]

"Lemme guess, squirt," Jazz said as he briefly scanned the markings on the back of his captive's cranial plate. "Drone, right? No spark; just limited programming to do a few specific tasks in this section?" he asked.

"Correct," groaned the robot from under Jazz's foot. "Whatever information you want, I can't give you, as I know nothing beyond the boundries of this section."

"Oh, I only need a little bit of intel from you, sucker. I'm sure you can at least tell me how often security drones make their sweep around the hallways, and when the last sweep was, right?" asked the Autobot as he pressed his blaster just a bit harder into the back of the Decepticon's head.

**********​

A short while later, Jazz peeked his head out of the portal to the factory section and quietly watched the pair of security drones make their pass through the corridor. Coast is clear. He left the nullified factory worker behind and closed the door behind him without a sound. With skillfully weightless footsteps, Jazz made his way down the hallway, in the opposite direction of the security bots and keeping to the cameras' blindspots, and towards where his informants had vaguely suggested that a primary access terminal was located. Those goombahs better not have been lyin' to me about the termin-- Ah! He turned a corner and suddenly there was the doorway to the terminal station.

He entered the room blaster first, he shoulders squared and his stance crouched low. A moment later, after his optics were satisfied that no one else was in the room, Jazz relaxed and fixed his gaze on a lone computer terminal. "Come to Papa."

Megatron stalked through the corridors of his base like a hunter. The Autobot signal had appeared again, briefly, and a drone had gone offline. When he found it, the drone was deactivated and worthless to him. The steel walls of the base seemed like a maze now more than ever, tiwsintg and winding, branching off and coming together again. Whoever this Autobot was, he was very, very good.

Suddenly, a silent alarm activated inside his head, a terminal access warning in the factory section. Damn... thought the Decepticon leader. I am getting too slow for this sort of counter-intelligence.

Luckily for the Decepticon leader, the main terminal access in the drone factory was closed off. Heat sensors registered another Transformer in the room. With a silent thought-command, the door opened. His right hand morphed, splitting and reforging itself into an enormous blaster cannon. He leveled it at the Autobot and said, "Find what you were looking for, Autobot scum?"

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

"Our young friend Bumblebee, has hidden himsel away in the Decepticon base and reports back to me on Megatrons plans. He has confirmed their plan to attack. How do you suppose it the best way to thwart any Decepticon incursion and protect the Ark?".

"The only thing certain about Megatron and the Decepticons is their unpredictability. The only option I see as valid is assessing all possible areas of attack and stationing guards at those locations. When the attack comes, we will at least be able to offer some level of resistance until reinforcements would arrive."

 

[Spike_x1]

Megatron stalked through the corridors of his base like a hunter. The Autobot signal had appeared again, briefly, and a drone had gone offline. When he found it, the drone was deactivated and worthless to him. The steel walls of the base seemed like a maze now more than ever, tiwsintg and winding, branching off and coming together again. Whoever this Autobot was, he was very, very good.

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?"

Suddenly, a silent alarm activated inside his head, a terminal access warning in the factory section. Damn... thought the Decepticon leader. I am getting too slow for this sort of counter-intelligence.

Luckily for the Decepticon leader, the main terminal access in the drone factory was closed off. Heat sensors registered another Transformer in the room. With a silent thought-command, the door opened.

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!"

His right hand morphed, splitting and reforging itself into an enormous blaster cannon. He leveled it at the Autobot and said, "Find what you were looking for, Autobot scum?"

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."

 

[Wookiebot]

I walk around the area of the ark, attempting to find any one that might know who is in charge, I have been here for quite a time, and no one has made any attempt at pointing me in the right direction. I walk into a group of autobots that seem to know what theyre doing, although I had been mistaken before.

"Hello friends, I am Air Raid and I'm looking for the bot in charge, if one of you would be so kind as to point me in the right direction?"

 

[Saved]

(IC:Starscream)

Starscream flies through the empty abyss of space alone. He enjoys the solitude away from the war, and away from Megatron. As he flies through space, he reaches a galaxy filled with planets. He sets his scanners, and begins to check the galaxy for any signs of power. As he does, he gets an incoming message from his home.
“Starscream? Starscream? Are you there?”
”Yes, Barricade?”

”Lord Megatron wishes to know how the search goes.”
”I told him it would take time. Space is a big place and-“ suddenly, his sensor makes a noise. He looks at it, and sees it gives off a level 3 energy reading. “Three? Not bad.”
“Starscream?”
”I’m here, I’m here. Tell Megatron there seems to be a potential planet. I’ll go investigate. I’ll radio back in fourty clicks.”

”Be sure to hurry. Megatron wanted a destination by now.”
”Yes, Yes.” Starscream ends contact, and looks toward the galaxy. He feels something calling to him. A presence he had never felt before, yet it feels like second nature. He looks into the abyss, and transforms into his cybertronian jet.

“Whatevers in there, I’m going to find it. I think I may find more than just energon in this galaxy.” Starscream takes off into the galaxy, leaving a energy trail behind him. As he flies he wonders what calls to him, and if it has the potential to give him great power.

(IC:Starscream)


Starscream flies through the galaxy at top speed. Right before he sees a chain of planets, he feels his power fail, and he blacks out for only a second. He quickly awakes and looks back.

"By the pit! What was that?"

He looks behind him, and only sees deep space.

"No matter."

Starscream turns around and flies forward. He passes many planets as he goes. His scanners pick up no life nor energy on each planet. Every planet he passes has no energy signature.

"What in the name of Primus is this! Where is that damn energy! This is the ninth planet in! Mmhh...These rings should have some energy, but no. They are cold and desolate! Where is that energy!"

Starscream's scanners suddenly pick up heavy energy resources, and he turns. As he stares into the abyss, he sees a large red planet passed a belt of asteroids. He laughs, and flies toward it.

"Got you!"

As he flies through the asteroids, he nears the red planet. He flies into its atmosphere, and lands on the surface. As he gets to the surface, he transforms into his robot form, and takes out his scanners as he begins to walk the surface of the planet.

"Mmhh...nothing! No energy here either! Dammit! This planet has sulfer and oxides in the soil. How is there no energy! There has to be some sign of it!"

Suddenly, Starscream's senors pick up a faint energy signature. As he walks toward the source, he sees a small mechanical device roaming the landscape.

"What is this? A brother?"

The small apparatus turns to him, and seems to acknowledge his presence. Starscream smiles, and takes out his rockets. He fires a blast at the vehicle, and it explodes into small pieces.

"Ha. That was fun. Decepticons forever. No hard feelings."

Stascream walks over to the remains of the vehicle, and picks up a smoldering piece. He reads the incriptions on it, and scans the language.

"Mmhh...Alien writings. Computer! Translate!"

Starscream stares for a moment, as his internal computer translates the alien language.

"Ah! NASA. Beagle probe. Nasa? What in the name of Sirius does that mean? More importantly, where did it come from?"

Starscream looks out to the stars, and his scanners pick up another signature. The scanners beep and buzz as they calculate the energy level and the location.

"What is this? Primus! This signature is incredibly high! It seems to be coming from...there! Ah, an inner planet. Well, this planet seems to be what we have been looking for. Better tell Megatron."

Starscream turns on his scanners, and sends a radio message back to his home planet of Cybertron.

"Barricade! This is Lord Starcream."

"This is Barricade...Lieutenant Starscream. What is your situation? Have you found the planet?"

"Yes. It is in the...Milky Way galaxy. Planet number Gamma 3. It appears to have the energy we seek."

"Very good. I will inform Lord Megatron at once."

"Yes you do that. And be sure to tell him that these scouting tasks are below me! I am made to lead!"

"Megatron tells us what our assignments are. Don't forget your place."

"We will see."

"Keep your radio link open. Decepticons forever!"

"Yes, Decepticons forever."

Starscream terminates his transmission, and stares out to the location of planet Gamma 3. He laughs for a minute, and then looks down at the debris from the alien technology.

"Yes, Megatron. I will do as you say for now. But when you get to Gamma 3, I will lead. Especially after the...package I picked up before leaving Cybertron. Ha ha. I will have many surprises waiting, you can be sure of that. And there will be a new leader! Lord Starscream! All hail Lord Starscream!"

Starscream transforms back to his vehicle form, and flies off toward the new planet, Gamma 3. Codename, earth.

 

[Saved]

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide runs across the surface of Cybertron as fast as his body can. His body has many holes scorched with fire from the last engagement. As he runs, he sees the Autobot headquarters up ahead. Suddenly, he hears the sound of jets behind him. He turns around, and aims his cannons in the air. As he turns, he sees a Decepticon hovering with his arm mounted turrets aimed at his head.

“Ha ha ha! Foolish Autobot.”

“Dreadwing. I should’ve know you’d follow me. Only a piece of slag like you wouldn’t understand the rules of war.”

“I know plenty, old man. Rule one, no rules.”

“So maybe you know more than I thought you did!”

Ironhide jumps to the ground and fires a blast from his arm cannon. Dreadwing turns his wing and deflects the blast. He quickly turns and fires a shot at Ironhide. The blast hits his shoulder, and he falls to the ground, holding his smoldering arm. Dreadwing walks over to the Autobot and puts his blaster to his head.

“Say you’re last prayers to Primus, Autobot.”

“Its you who should be praying, Deception!”

“Oh, really? Face it, old man. You had your fun, but war isn’t for those of your…condition. Face it. You’re outclassed. I’m young and quick. You’re old and slow. Just give it up.”

”I’ll give up when you and your lying piece of slag leader die!”

“So foolish.”

”Its you who is the fool, Dreadwing.”

”Why’s that?”

”You’re talking allowed my cannon to charge.”

Ironhide grabs the end of Dreadwing’s arm blaster and pulls it down as he puts his arm cannon to Dreadwing’s head.

”I may be old, but I have much more experience than you.”

Ironhide blasts Dreadwing’s head off as sparks and debris fly into the air. Ironhide gets up, and throws Dreadwing’s body aside.

“And against me, you should never let me charge my cannons.”

Ironhide retracts his cannons, and looks at his shoulder. It still sparks and leaks fluid, but Ironhide shakes it off. He runs off toward the Autobot base as fast as he can. He soon reaches the gates, and sees his fellow comrades.

“Ironhide! You’re alive!”

”Yes, yes, Fireblaster, I’m fine.”

”Hey, you’re in pretty bad shape. You need to see the medic!”

“I’m fine.”

”Where’s your team?”

Ironhide sighs, and looks down at the ground.

”They didn’t make it, Fireblaster.”

”What happened?”

”I...I made a bad call. It was an ambush. Where’s Sentinel? I need to talk to him.”

”He’s in the bunker room. Listen, you sure you are functioning properly?”

”Yes, yes. I'm fine. Nothing time can’t heal.”

Ironhide walks into the Autobot base. He winces in pain as his shoulder sparks. He knows he is in bad shape, but he doesn’t care. All that matters to him is that he doesn’t fail. He’s tired of being thought as old and obsolete. His leader, Sentinel Prime, still sees him as valuable fighter, and a good friend. He only wants to be treated as a functioning being, like everyone else. Age shouldn’t change that.

Ironhide walks through the hallways, and eventually reaches the bunker room. His arm sparks some, and he winces in pain as he puts his hand over the wound. He walks in, and sees Sentinel Prime talking to Optimus. Ironhide stands strong at attention and interjects.

“Am I interrupting something, sir?”

 

[Saved]

I walked past my hostage into the hall.

"If you want to live, I would suggest staying here."

I ran down the hall, until I found a hand full of guards running down an adjoining hallway. I pounced at them, landing on one of them and grabbing his firearm. I shot the other, and started running in the direction that they had been headed. I lucked out. Standing before me was the very focus of the mission.

The armory.

I opened the door, and was imediately met with fire. I stood to the side of the door, shooting into the armory at random intervals when the enemy fire slowed. After a few minutes, I hit my com link.

"I could use some back up."

Soundwave and his team storm the base. As his team runs in different directions, he gets a radio transmission.

"I could use some back up.

Soundwave checks his comlink, and quickly responds.

"Maintain your current location, Ratbat."

Soundwave switches frequencys, and talks into his comunicator.

"Rumble, Frenzy. Ratbat needs assistance at level three hallway AG4."

"We're on it boss."

"Ratbat, Frenzy and Rumble are on en route to your location."

Suddenly, Soundwave feels a hot shell hit his back. He turns around to see two Autobots with their guns pointed toward him.

"Drop the weapon Decepticon!"

"That was a bad move, Autobot."

Soundwave's shoulder cannon turns and fires three hot plasma blasts at the Autobots. The blasts hit them dead in the face and they fall to the ground.

"Entrance clear. Laserbeak, Buzzsaw, head for the control room. I will meet you there."

Soundwave takes off down the hallway as the bodies of the Autobot's smoke and spark on the ground.

 

[Kaboom]

"The only thing certain about Megatron and the Decepticons is their unpredictability. The only option I see as valid is assessing all possible areas of attack and stationing guards at those locations. When the attack comes, we will at least be able to offer some level of resistance until reinforcements would arrive."

"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."

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide walks through the hallways, and eventually reaches the bunker room. His arm sparks some, and he winces in pain as he puts his hand over the wound. He walks in, and sees Sentinel Prime talking to Optimus. Ironhide stands strong at attention and interjects.

“Am I interrupting something, sir?”

"Please Optimus, do not tell the others."

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

 

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"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?"

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide looks down at the ground and then looks back up at Sentinel.

"Yes. We were ambushed. Vortex's men had arial support that we didn't count on. I didn't count on. We were doing well for the first few clicks, but once Dreadwing led his arial assault, we were finished. There were no survivors."

Ironhide looks at Sentinel and holds his arm tighter as the pain inside him gets worse. He winces but quickly ganins control as not to show his pain.

"There is no excuse for the failure, sir. I am sorry. I lost many good soldiers today, Prime. The only good news I have to report is that after Dreadwing followed me, I ripped out his processors. I found this hidden in a compartment on his wing."

Ironhide walks over to Sentinel, and hands him a small communicator chip.

"I think its a bug, sir. They may know about the Ark."

 

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(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide looks down at the ground and then looks back up at Sentinel.

"Yes. We were ambushed. Vortex's men had arial support that we didn't count on. I didn't count on. We were doing well for the first few clicks, but once Dreadwing led his arial assault, we were finished. There were no survivors."

Ironhide looks at Sentinel and holds his arm tighter as the pain inside him gets worse. He winces but quickly ganins control as not to show his pain.

"There is no excuse for the failure, sir. I am sorry. I lost many good soldiers today, Prime. The only good news I have to report is that after Dreadwing followed me, I ripped out his processors. I found this hidden in a compartment on his wing."

Ironhide walks over to Sentinel, and hands him a small communicator chip.

"I think its a bug, sir. They may know about the Ark."

"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."

 

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"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."

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide looks inquisitively at Sentinel. He wishes to ask what these plans are, but it is not his place. He is one of their military Generals. Covert and intelligence reports aren't for his audio receptors unless he is briefed.

"Sir, I hate to interupt again, but am I relieved for now? I need to see the medic to fix up some of these injuries."

 

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(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide looks inquisitively at Sentinel. He wishes to ask what these plans are, but it is not his place. He is one of their military Generals. Covert and intelligence reports aren't for his audio receptors.

"Sir, I hate to interupt again, but am I relieved for now? I need to see the medic to fix up some of these injuries."

"Be quick about it. I feel our time table for blast off has been accelerated."

 

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"Be quick about it. I feel our time table for blast off has been accelerated."

(IC: Ironhide)

"Yes, sir. I will report back in a few clicks."

Ironhide walks to the door, and salutes his leader. He walks out the door, and runs down the hallway, holding his wounds as he goes.