Transformers RPG Season I IC Thread

[Venom160]

Blur has the equipment online by the time we arrive in the repair room. Arcee and I gently place Jetfire onto a steel table while Blu lowers a repair plate onto Jetfire's chest.

"Hot Rod...get Springer down here..."

"But he trying to.."

"Just tell him to put....the ship on autopilot and get here!"

I quickly relay the message and Springer arrives ten clicks later.

"My students im not going to make it so here is your mission."

"Don't talk like that, we'll have you repaired inna a few cycles."

"No we can't."

I jerk my receptors over to Blur who is staring at the readouts from the repair plate.

"His wounds are too severe, even for stasis lock."

"No."

I place an arm around Arcee's shoulder as black fluid ozzes out of Jetfire's mouth.

"Heres your mission, you are to get the artifact away from here and try and meet up with Sentinal Prime and the Ark."

We remain silent as we listen closly to our fallen teacher.

"Hot Rod....you will lead this team."

"What?! Jetfire.....I can't....I'll screw it up....."

"You can do this Rodimus......I have faith in you."

I open my mouth to argue the point more until sparks start to shoot from Jetfire's wound.

"Take care of each other.........Im proud of you all............"

The lights in Jetfire's eyes fade as his spark is extinguished.

Not a word is uttered as Springer and Blur store Jetfire's body into a stasis pod and store him into the cargo hold. I on the otherhand stand on the bridge starring out at the stars while Arcee scans the immediate area for any Decepticon threat. Satisfied that we're safe for the moment she looks over at me.

"Are you ok?"

I shake my head slightly and continue to stare off.

"It's my fault, if I had just listen to Jetfire he'd still be...."

"Don't do this to yourself Rodimus, it wasent your fault."

I don't say another word as I replay the battle in my memory bank.

"So whats our next move fearless leader?"

I look over and see Blur and Springer standing at attention.

"First off lets see this slaging artifact."

Springer reaches into a compartment in his side and pulls out the artifact.

"The Key to Vector Sigma."

Springer walks over to me and places the key in my hand. I close the my fingers around the key feeling the power radiate off of it.

"Whats our next move....sir."

I up from the key and see three pairs of optics staring back at me.

"Arcee bring up the star map."

Arcee walk over to the console she was just at and press several buttons. A large map of the known universe covers the view port.

"Alright mark all the systems with known Decepticon activity."

Several yellow dots appear on Cybertron and every system in a radius around Cybertron. I scan the map and zero in on a small system on the far reaches of the map.

"There."

I point to the area causing the map to zoom in filling the veiw port a solar system consisting of nine planets orbiting around a yellow sun.

"We go there. It's as far away from Cybertron as we can get."

I turn to Springer.

"Lets go."

Springer nodes his head and gets behind the ship's controls. Blur punches me in the arm, a grin on his face.

"I knew you had it in ya, they'll be calling you Rodimus Prime in no time."

I shake my head.

"I doubt that."

I press a button hidden on my wrist causing my chestplate to open revealing a round compartment. The compartment opens revealing my spark, I place the key beside my spark and close the compartment and lower my chestplate back into place.

"Blur set the weapons systems to auto and keep your receptors open for any stray Autobot transmissions."

As Blur heads over to the weapons console I relunctantly settle into the command seat.

 

[LibrarianThorne]

Megatron was strong, stronger than Prime had ever known him to be.

Luckily, Optimus had had an upgrade or so himself.

He raised his proton cannon and fired, blasting Megatron's chest and sending him crashing to the ground.

"Those who surrender to you are led into damnation, not salvation. The Autobots have but one mission: To replenish the Energon and rebuild Cybertron. I trust Sentinel's wisdom."

"Now, dispense with your 'options', tyrant. They mean nothing to me. I alone forge the path to my own destiny, despite your threats."

Megatron flicked his visual sensors down to the wound Prime had dealt him. Vicious plasma burns scorched the steel of his body, the edges of the hole still white hot. He then looked up to Prime and smiled.

"What was it you always used to say in the mines? Ah, I remember. 'Freedom is the right of all sentient beings'," Megatron said with a sneer. A well-aimed plasma shot knocked Optimus' weapon away, clattering on the burnished steel of the floor. "There was no freedom for me when they took me to the arenas, Optimus. No freedom for those they condemned to die, and for what? All I told was the truth. To replenish our Energon we must find and take it by any means. This is not a matter of debate."

Megatron finally finished standing up, coolant leaking plaintively from the wound in his shoulder. "You think I wanted all of this? Decepticons and Autobots, fighting a battle we can only lose and wasting the Energon we all need. Sentinel would never listen, Optimus, never consider that we must harm other beings to obtain what we need. But I know you, Optimus Prime, and you're a smarter man than he. Together, if you just agree with me, we can end this war..."

 

[Spike_x1]

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide heard a voice calling out to him through the hail of blaster and missle fire. He saw a familiar face running as fast as he could through the Decepticon lines.

"...Jazz?"

Ironhide turns on his infared optics, and sees the outline of his comrad and fellow soldier Jazz. He turns to Ratchet, and puts his arm on the blaster, lowering it so his shot misses.

"Ratchet, don't shoot Jazz." Ironhide turns away and aims his guns. He thinks for a nanoclick, and turns back to Ratchet. "The shiny silver guy running for us. Give him coverfire, now!"

***​

Soundwave continues his barrage against the Autobot soldiers. Each missile he fires blares down the hallway, and narrowly misses the Autobots. Suddenly, he hears the sound of blaster fire behind him. He turns around and watches as Skywarp falls on his back, the holes in his chest smoking and burning.

"Skywarp! Decepticon down." Soundwave quickly scans the area. He watches as a small figure moves through their lines, and inward toward the Ark. "Autobot intruder! Fire! Kill him! Do not let him make it inside!"

"That's not what your motherboard said last night, sucker!" Holding his shield forward to stop a barrage of blaster fire, Jazz somersaulted over a pile of debris and landed on his back, skidding past Soundwave and firing blindly in the larger Decepticon's direction to keep the enemy off of him. Just a little further and he'd be right alongside Ironhide...

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

Megatron flicked his visual sensors down to the wound Prime had dealt him. Vicious plasma burns scorched the steel of his body, the edges of the hole still white hot. He then looked up to Prime and smiled.

"What was it you always used to say in the mines? Ah, I remember. 'Freedom is the right of all sentient beings'," Megatron said with a sneer. A well-aimed plasma shot knocked Optimus' weapon away, clattering on the burnished steel of the floor. "There was no freedom for me when they took me to the arenas, Optimus. No freedom for those they condemned to die, and for what? All I told was the truth. To replenish our Energon we must find and take it by any means. This is not a matter of debate."

Megatron finally finished standing up, coolant leaking plaintively from the wound in his shoulder. "You think I wanted all of this? Decepticons and Autobots, fighting a battle we can only lose and wasting the Energon we all need. Sentinel would never listen, Optimus, never consider that we must harm other beings to obtain what we need. But I know you, Optimus Prime, and you're a smarter man than he. Together, if you just agree with me, we can end this war..."

"I know you too, Megatron, well enough to know that all you have spoken just now is a lie. You thrive on war and death. You derive some form of twisted entertainment from this fighting. You do not want to save Cybertron for the good of all Transformers. You want to take it and rule it with absolute power. No, I do not think you wanted all of it, I know you did."

"What happened to you was regrettable, but you are not trying to make a better future, you are simply submitting others to the same horrors."

"Our kind have lived for millenia in peace, overcome countless obstacles. This time would have been no different. You are not kidding either one of us. The Decepticons are the damnation of Cybertron, not the Autobots."

 

[Byrd Man]

​

Confused and lost, the bot scrambled on the ground.

Failed them all, Sentinel Prime is dead. ​

While Bumbleebee managed to stand up, one name raced through his mind.​

Colonel Archibald Witwicky....​

He had no idea who or what Colonel Archibald Whitwicky was. It was almost as if Sentinel Prime had placed the name in his head.​

As the autobot looked out into the desert night, he could see waves flying through the air. Radio waves something called "Internet" waves. Being a machine first and foremost, Bumblebee tapped into those waves and stumbled as a flood of information was fed into his memory.​

Colonel Archibald Witwicky​

Born: 1843, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
Died: 1917, Burbanl. California​

Enlistment Information: Classified, password required​

Service Information: Classified, password required​

Next of Kin: Ron Witwicky, Great Grandson
Adress: 825 Oak Drive, San Dimas California.​

Bumblebee had no idea what any of this meant, but Sentinel Prime felt it was important enough to give him this mission as one of his last acts.​

Bumblebee reached and hit his scanner, it would send a beam out with a radius of two miles to find the nearest form of vehicle to transform into.​

The scanner had found the nearest one and slowly, his body started to change shape until his new form remained.​

The engine reeved as he tore off into the night.​

Somehow, he had made it to Earth. Now, while he waited for his fellow Autobots to make it Earth. He would carry out whatever mission Sentinel Prime had chosen him for.​

San Dimas, California
One month later.

The camaro sat on the street next to the Witwicky house.

He had been silently watching the occupants of the house for the past month, observing the oldest male who was called Ron. His mate, and there offspring, Sam. Bumblebee learned much about human culture in the time he had been here already, from the radio and the "Information Super Highway". The humans were primative, but in them, he saw alot of the Autobots way of life. Bumblebee listend intently with his atenna as he heard Ron and the woman talking..

"I don't know, honey. I mean, do you think he's responsible enough? I mean, he's always got his head in the clouds and talking about how he'll be rich one day."

"Well, what better way to teach him about responsability than to make him earn it?"

"That's a good idea, teach him the value of a dollar. It's time, anyway. I was his age when I got my first car. I'll talk to him when he gets home."

At the mention of a car, Bumblebee purks up. His circuits go to work as he cranks up the engine, he just might have a way to get in further with the Witwicky's.

 

[NamesAreUseless]

The Nemesis lurched as the hail of fire from the Ark slammed into it. Massive die-cast rockets crunched into the hull of the Nemesis, shattering armor plating and diving deep into the ship. Cannon fire raked across its prow, rocking the ship like a drunken fighter.

"Maintain course!" bellowed Megatron. Thundercracker and Skywarp complied as best they could. "Extend boarding clamps, Scorponok! All other Decepticons, to me! For glory and victory! Decepticons forever!" Megatron stood, followed by Barricade, Soundwave and Skywarp. They all lurched forward, slamming into the bulkhead as the Nemesis finally made contact with the Ark.

Thundercracker

"Finally some action!"

Thundercracker followed shortly behind his companion Skywarp. With both his arm blasters loaded, he felt as though he was ready for anything.

Enormous steel tubes, like some form of piston, shot out from the Nemesis into the hull of the Ark. They were not elegant tools but then again no elegance was necessary as they pounded through the hull of the Ark, smashing through feet of armor plating like enormous sledgehammers. In the span of a moment, the Decepticons had their chance. Megatron and the rest of the Decepticons, barring Thundercracker and Scorponok, stood at the entrance to their boarding tunnel. Megatron held up his left hand, and it swiftly morphed into an enormous plasma cannon. With fury in his optics, he roared "Decepticons, ATTACK!" and leapt into the hole, landing feet first on the deck of the Ark.

Thundercracker saw that the number of Decepticons standing near the entrance of the Ark was pretty crowded, and so he decided he'd provide cover fire. His back against the wall of the Nemesis, the transformer peeked across the corner to see his allies. He then turned towards Scorponok, who was staying back with him.

"Get ready Scorponok ..."

As the doors opened into the Ark, he could hardly see past the backs of his fellow Decepticons. Although frustrated, he wouldn't let that spoil his fun in scrapping some Autobots!

He then knew that he'd have to be careful with his shots, and so he scoped in his eyesight. Just in front of Megatron, he saw two Autobots (Ironhide and Ratchet). As steady as he could, he aimed the shot ...

Through the loud rumblings of the onslaught, another shot rang out that was no different in noise than any other, yet it meant the world to the Autobot known as Jazz. Appearing through the hole in the Ark's hull, Jazz flipped through the air, raining a hail of blaster fire onto Skywarp, who was standing in his way. The force of the blasts hammered the Decepticon onto his back, allowing Jazz to run right over him, stepping on the Seeker's face along the way.

"Ironhide, I have to get to the bridge!" Jazz yelled above the commotion.

Due to the surprised entrance of the new Autobot, his aiming was off as his shot missed his target entirely.

Not only did the enemy bot cause him to miss, but Jazz shot down his friend Skywarp!

"Slag it! That Autobot will pay ..."

His sights were now set on Jazz, as he would avenge his wounded partner in crime. He let lose a volley of gunfire, almost entirely forgetting about the effects that friendly fire could have on his brethren.

 

[Lord Doom]

PROWL

Prowl saw his enemy join the other Decepticons on the Ark.

"BARRICADE!" Prowl screamed. The Decepticon only had a moment's glance before Prowl lurched at him. The two tumbled away from their respective teammates before they finally reached a halt. Prowl quickly drew his blaster and aimed at Barricade's chest. "Don't make me shoot, brother."

Barricade looked into his brother's eyes, an unsurprised look on his face.

"AH! SO you ARE here... Good. You've saved me the trouble of hunting you down myself."

Barricade threw his brother off of him and removed his side-arm, aiming it at his brother's head.

"You can't win, little brother. You are outnumbered, outgunned, and, let's face it... I'm simply better than you."

 

[ScarletVenom25]

Barricade looked into his brother's eyes, an unsurprised look on his face.

"AH! SO you ARE here... Good. You've saved me the trouble of hunting you down myself."

Barricade threw his brother off of him and removed his side-arm, aiming it at his brother's head.

"You can't win, little brother. You are outnumbered, outgunned, and, let's face it... I'm simply better than you."

"So you think," Prowl responded, "But let's remember who the strategist is here." Prowl swings around a sweeps Barricade's legs out from under him. The Autobot regains up his weapon and runs at his brother, and blaster-whips him in the face. After that, Prowl reholsters the rifle. "I'll fight you, but I won't kill you."

 

[LibrarianThorne]

"I know you too, Megatron, well enough to know that all you have spoken just now is a lie. You thrive on war and death. You derive some form of twisted entertainment from this fighting. You do not want to save Cybertron for the good of all Transformers. You want to take it and rule it with absolute power. No, I do not think you wanted all of it, I know you did."

"What happened to you was regrettable, but you are not trying to make a better future, you are simply submitting others to the same horrors."

"Our kind have lived for millenia in peace, overcome countless obstacles. This time would have been no different. You are not kidding either one of us. The Decepticons are the damnation of Cybertron, not the Autobots."

"Would that I could say I was surprised by your reaction, Prime. Clearly your interactions with Sentinel Prime blinded you to the harsh reality we live in. Without the Allspark, we cannot afford this war." Megatron scowled. "Never let it be said that I didn't give you a choice, Optimus Prime. The hypocritical peace of the Autobots is not something the Decepticons shall ever allow."

With that, he launched into an attack, a vicious right hook screaming for the face of Optimus Prime.

 

[Spike_x1]

Due to the surprised entrance of the new Autobot, his aiming was off as his shot missed his target entirely.

Not only did the enemy bot cause him to miss, but Jazz shot down his friend Skywarp!

"Slag it! That Autobot will pay ..."

His sights were now set on Jazz, as he would avenge his wounded partner in crime. He let lose a volley of gunfire, almost entirely forgetting about the effects that friendly fire could have on his brethren.

Several dozen rapid fire shots struck Jazz's shield, but one or two others hit the floor paneling beneath him, and must've ruptured a plasma conduit, because that part of the floor exploded beneath Jazz, sending him spiraling into the air. "Sweet mother of--!" Trying to stop his trip through the air, the Autobot dug his fingers into the ceiling above Ironhide as he flew overhead, but the plating gave under the force of his momentum and Jazz fell heavily to the floor behind his comrades. "By Primus, I better not have a scratch."

 

[Saved]

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide watches as a decepticon fires upon Jazz.

"No, damn you! Ratchet, cover fire! I'm going in!"

Ironhide fires three missiles toward the decepticons. They scatter, and explode before impact, cauing burning fuel and smoke to fill the air. He runs as fast as he can toward his fallen comrad. Though the decepticons can not see, they fire blindly through the smoke, hoping to hit their targets.

As Ironhide races to Jazz, he is bombared by random laser fire. He soon reaches his Autobot brother, and kneels down to his side.

"I got ya, Jazz." He puts out his arm extending it to help Jazz to his feet. As he kneels, his wounds begin to leak oil, and his circuits begin to spark. He winces in pain, but shrugs it off, for he knows his wounds can wait.

"You alright?"

 

[Spike_x1]

"Yeah, I'm okay." Jazz could feel a hydraulic in his leg was definitely leaking, but not too severely for the moment. "Just a few scrapes and scorches. It's nothing. And I'm not saying that to be tough (although I am that). I'm serious; it's just a little pain." Jazz finished emptying his clip in the direction of the Decepticons and then turned back to take cover with his fellow Autobots. "I can handle myself, just as long as I can get to the bridge in one piece!"

 

[Blacklight]

IC: Tracks


Some time ago...

"Hey Tracks!"

I turned around to see my brother twin brother Swerve coming over to me.

"Hey bro. What you up to?"

We had just became new recruits to join the Autobots in the fight against the Decepticons. Me and my brother were best friends and when we were given our first mission.

"Ok boys. I hope your ready for your first mission."

"Yes sir, Commander Vector sir!"
"Yes sir, Commander Vector sir!" we said in unison as we stood stout and saluted him.

"Autobot Tracks. Autobot Swerve. Your mission is to honorably be the very first test subjects of Project: Alternator."

"Sir, If you don't mind my asking. What's Project: Alternator?"

I was about to ask that same question myself.

"Basically, boys, it's a project that can give ground based Autobots, like yourselves, aerial based abilities, attributes and weapons."

"So your turning car-type Autobots into jet-type Autobots?"

"Only in the vaguest sense, we're actually giving your alternating wing upgrades. Hence the name 'Alternator'."

"So your giving us wings?"

"Yes."

I didn't feel to good about this and I was kind of confused. Something wasn't adding up, but Swerve looked excited. One of his life-long dreams was to fly. I didn't want to let him down, or go in it alone.

"Ok sir. Count us in."

 

[Saved]

San Dimas, California
One month later.

The camaro sat on the street next to the Witwicky house.

He had been silently watching the occupants of the house for the past month, observing the oldest male who was called Ron. His mate, and there offspring, Sam. Bumblebee learned much about human culture in the time he had been here already, from the radio and the "Information Super Highway". The humans were primative, but in them, he saw alot of the Autobots way of life. Bumblebee listend intently with his atenna as he heard Ron and the woman talking..

"I don't know, honey. I mean, do you think he's responsible enough? I mean, he's always got his head in the clouds and talking about how he'll be rich one day."

"Well, what better way to teach him about responsability than to make him earn it?"

"That's a good idea, teach him the value of a dollar. It's time, anyway. I was his age when I got my first car. I'll talk to him when he gets home."

At the mention of a car, Bumblebee purks up. His circuits go to work as he cranks up the engine, he just might have a way to get in further with the Witwicky's.

(IC: Starscream)

Earth: 2007

Starscream flies the skies over the Pacific Ocean, returning from his Island cave. It has been four years since he arrived on earth. In this time, he has attacked labs and military bases, and stolen various earth technology. He has used all of the stolen equipment, and finished his laboratory in the cave.

Now he roams the skies, searching for something he desperately needs, energy. Cybertronians don't need to eat or drink, but in return they need an energy source to thrive on. In his time Starscream he has been on earth, Starscream's power reserves have been running dangerously low. In his travels across the planet, he has found only temporary power sources to use. Now he is in search for a more reliable source of power, something he can use to not only keep himself alive, but his lab as well. As he flies at top speeds through the air, he approaches the San Diego harbor. He stays in his vehicle form, disguising his real appearance to the residence of the planet.

"Damn these fleshlings! They are so incompetent! They are unable to make technology that can even be the slightest way compatible with my physical form. I thought their minds would at least make up for their puny physical forms. But once again, they disappoint!”

Starscream stops and transforms only miles from the Californian shores. He hovers thousands of feet in the air above the roaring Pacific Ocean. He holds out his arm, as he stares at a radar screen on his arm. He presses a few buttons on the control panel below the screen, and surveys the horizon in front of him.

“Hopefully my scanners can pick up some form of higher energy amongst this barren wasteland.”

Suddenly, a blip shows up on his radar. Starscream turns his attention to the radar, and looks with excitement at the flashing screen.

“Ah! It appears I have found something. Ah…and its power level seems to be equal with that of a few cubes of energon. Funny, its power seems to be fluctuating. I haven’t seen this type of activity in any normal earthling technology. I can only hope it could be a small surplus of raw energon. It’s been so long since I have had a decent recharge.”

An evil smirk comes across Starscream’s face. He flips the screen down on his arm, and transforms back into an F-22 Raptor.

“I can’t wait to get my fill. My waiting will finally be rewarded!”

Starscream screeches off across the sky toward the California landscape.

*All dialogue is translated from Cybertronian.*

 

[Venom160]

Not a word is uttered as Springer and Blur store Jetfire's body into a stasis pod and store him into the cargo hold. I on the otherhand stand on the bridge starring out at the stars while Arcee scans the immediate area for any Decepticon threat. Satisfied that we're safe for the moment she looks over at me.

"Are you ok?"

I shake my head slightly and continue to stare off.

"It's my fault, if I had just listen to Jetfire he'd still be...."

"Don't do this to yourself Rodimus, it wasent your fault."

I don't say another word as I replay the battle in my memory bank.

"So whats our next move fearless leader?"

I look over and see Blur and Springer standing at attention.

"First off lets see this slaging artifact."

Springer reaches into a compartment in his side and pulls out the artifact.

"The Key to Vector Sigma."

Springer walks over to me and places the key in my hand. I close the my fingers around the key feeling the power radiate off of it.

"Whats our next move....sir."

I up from the key and see three pairs of optics staring back at me.

"Arcee bring up the star map."

Arcee walk over to the console she was just at and press several buttons. A large map of the known universe covers the view port.

"Alright mark all the systems with known Decepticon activity."

Several yellow dots appear on Cybertron and every system in a radius around Cybertron. I scan the map and zero in on a small system on the far reaches of the map.

"There."

I point to the area causing the map to zoom in filling the veiw port a solar system consisting of nine planets orbiting around a yellow sun.

"We go there. It's as far away from Cybertron as we can get."

I turn to Springer.

"Lets go."

Springer nodes his head and gets behind the ship's controls. Blur punches me in the arm, a grin on his face.

"I knew you had it in ya, they'll be calling you Rodimus Prime in no time."

I shake my head.

"I doubt that."

I press a button hidden on my wrist causing my chestplate to open revealing a round compartment. The compartment opens revealing my spark, I place the key beside my spark and close the compartment and lower my chestplate back into place.

"Blur set the weapons systems to auto and keep your receptors open for any stray Autobot transmissions."

As Blur heads over to the weapons console I relunctantly settle into the command seat.

Years pass as we draw closer to this backwater little solar system. We havent come across any Decepticon resistance sense we left Cybertron so thank Primus for small favors. I had decided to try and contact the Ark, maybe even meet up with them. But I did something that iv never done before, I actually thought things out. What if our communication was picked up by a cloaked Decepticon ship? Where would that leave us? Slagged and the key in the hands of the enemy! I'll be slagged if Im gonna let Jetfire die in vein. Finally, after what felt like a millenia, we caught our first glimpes of the first planet of our target solar system.

"Arcee scan for any Decepticon life, or any life for that matter. Blur bring weapons online just in case."

We pass a couple more planets before Arcee responds.

"Sensors show no Decepticon life, almost no life what so ever!"

"Almost?"

"Theres only one planet in this system with..."

A sudden jolt jolf shakes the ship.

"Springer what happened."

"We've flown into a asteroid belt!"

"Arcee get the shields up!"

Before anyone could react another violent impact cause the shipe to shake even worse. Sirens start to sound throughout the bridge.

"We lost one of the thrusters and the other isnt gonna last long!"

My processor races as I try to figure out a way outta this. I look out the view port and see the nearest planet, a beutiful blue jem amongst the blackness of space.

"Springer can you get us to that planet!"

"Im not making any promisses!"

Springer transfers all power to the remaining thruster rocketing us out of the asteroid belt and towards the blue planet. The viewport starts to burn red as we enter it's atmosphere.

"We just lost all power!"

"Autobots brace for impact!"

Everything goes dark as the ship crashes into the alien planet.

 

[Blacklight]

IC: Autobot Tracks

Swerve and I were in a surgical lab and laying on a huge table, awaiting the procedure to get underway. I was nervous, but Swerve seemed excited.

"Hey bro. Don't worry, we'll be fine."

Those reassuring words reminded me why I was here, why this project was created: to help defeat the Decepticons.

"Thanks Swerve. I needed that."

"Ok, boys. We're ready to start the upgrade. We'll be removing your sparks temporarily while your body's are being worked on."

"Ok doctor. We're ready."

******************************

I awoke from the sound of Swerve's voice...

"Tracks. Tracks, wake up! It was a success."

I got up from the upgrading table and noticed me and Swerve still looked the same.

"Congratulations boys. The project was a success."

"Hold on. If it was a success, why do we still look the same."

Swerve caught my attention by turning me away from the Autobot doctor.

"I'll show you! Look, bro!"

It looked like he was transforming, but only his back was changing, and two large jet wings with engines came out of his back. I was shocked.

"That's not all either..."

Then two rocket launchers appeared above his wings and twin blasters popped out of his thighs.

"Pretty cool, huh?"

*****************************

The previous day...

We arrived at Commander Vector's base, and were greeted by the V himself.

"Hello Tracks. Swerve. What's it like being the very first successful products of Project: Alternator?"

"Feels good Commander Vector, sir."

"Very well, but now we have a serious matter on our hands. The information you are about to recieve is Top Secret, and you can't tell anyone."

"Yes, sir."

"Ok boys. A group of Autobots led by Sentinel Prime have constructed a ship that will be able to search the universe for a new energy source for the planet. It is called 'the Ark' and one of you will be joining them. The other will stay here with Red Alert and his group. I'll let you two decide who'll go."

I looked over at Swerve. I didn't want him to go. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he got hurt... or worse.

"Sir, I'll--"

"I'll go, sir. Tracks is better suited to stay here, and I'm better at piloting, weapons repairs and fighting, so I'll go with Optimus' group."

"Very well then. Swerve, I will give you the coordinates to the Ark's secret location so you can get there before takeoff. Tracks, you can go with him until I give you Red Alert's location over radio transmitter."

"Yes, sir."

*************************************

Swerve and I arrived at the ship, and we were saying our goodbyes.

"So... I guess I'll see you later, bro."

"Yeah, man. You better come back in one piece!"

"I will, don't worry about me."

::"Tracks, I'm sending you Red Alert's location."::

I pressed the button on my earpiece.

"Yes, sir. I'm on my way. I gotta go now, bro."

"Yeah man, so do I. Bye, Tracks."

"Bye, Swerve."

I then started to walk away, then turned to see him boarding the ship.

"Don't die on me..."

Then I transformed into my Cybertronian car form.

"Let's test out those wings..."

I then transformed my bumper into wings with engines roaring.

"Sweet."

Then I took off at mach 5.

************************************

Now, On the Ark...


"Swerve, we need you on the bridge!"

"Right on it Cliffjumper!"

Swerve ran out of the ship to the bridge with Cliffjumper and Mirage to hold off the Decepticons. He pulled out his phaser pistols from his thigh compartments.

"Eat this Decepticon scum!"

Swerve started rapidly firing, shooting any and all Decepticons in his firing range...

 

[Saved]

"Yeah, I'm okay." Jazz could feel a hydraulic in his leg was definitely leaking, but not too severely for the moment. "Just a few scrapes and scorches. It's nothing. And I'm not saying that to be tough (although I am that). I'm serious; it's just a little pain." Jazz finished emptying his clip in the direction of the Decepticons and then turned back to take cover with his fellow Autobots. "I can handle myself, just as long as I can get to the bridge in one piece!"

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide looks at his fallen comrade on the ground admist the smoke and blaster fire. Ironhide's been around for many battles, many wars. He knows when Autobots are all talk. He looks at the damages on Jazz's leg, and realizes he probably has severe internal damages. Ironhide decides not to wound the Autobot's pride, and plays along.​

"Yeah, Jazz. It doesn't look too bad." He says as he extends his arm. "Come on, I'll help you get back safely. I got a medic who can look you over, make sure you're as functional as you say you are." He gives Jazz a smile of reassurance, and grabs his hand. "Just in case."​

 

[LibrarianThorne]

"Would that I could say I was surprised by your reaction, Prime. Clearly your interactions with Sentinel Prime blinded you to the harsh reality we live in. Without the Allspark, we cannot afford this war." Megatron scowled. "Never let it be said that I didn't give you a choice, Optimus Prime. The hypocritical peace of the Autobots is not something the Decepticons shall ever allow."

With that, he launched into an attack, a vicious right hook screaming for the face of Optimus Prime.

Prime ducked Megatron's swing, launching an uppercut that cuaght the Decepticon leader on the jaw. "Words will no longer suffice, Megatron. Your crimes are too great," said Prime as Megatron staggered back. The Autobot leader swept his receptors back to his plasma cannon, then at Megatron. Without another word, he charged Megatron, a shoulder charge into his chest.

Megatron was sent flying backwards, crashing into the wall hard enough to leave a dent in the die-cast steel. Prime's assault didn't end as a flurry of punches impacted the stunned Decepticon. Finally, Prime grabbed Megatron's head and slammed him with force supreme through the wall. Metal twisted and sparked as Megatron flew backwards, crashing near Ironhide and Jazz. Prime walked through the hole, but there was no fury in his cool blue video receptors, only a sense of sadness. Megatron stood, eyes flickering between Prime and the other Autobots. Coolant had begun leaking from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it away dismissively. "It's over, Megatron. Surrender and end this."

"NEVER!" roared leader of the Decepticons. His visual receptros flickered between wavelengths, searching for any tool Megatron could use. A satisfied grin appeared on his face, and his right hand transformed into an enormous cannon. "Farewell, Optimus Prime!" Megatron pointed the cannon up, and unleashed a bright green ball of plasma that melted the steel of the ceiling in a nanosecond. Prime's receptors widened as he realized, too late, Megatron's plan.

A burst of superheated Energon, hot as the surface of a star, fled downwards in a torrent of heat and fire. Prime knew he had two choices, save Ironhide and Jazz or pursue Megatron through the Energon. Prime sighed, his voice edging with frustration, and scooped up the other two Autobots and ran through a nearby door, sealing it against the Energon.

The metal of his legs had dissolved in places where the Energon touched them, but still Megatron smiled. This was no defeat, not yet. He still had the awesome power of the Nemesis, and he would use it to end this battle.

"Decepticons, retreat to the Nemesis! This fight is over!" roared Megatron into the Decepticon command frequency.

 

[Saved]

Prime ducked Megatron's swing, launching an uppercut that cuaght the Decepticon leader on the jaw. "Words will no longer suffice, Megatron. Your crimes are too great," said Prime as Megatron staggered back. The Autobot leader swept his receptors back to his plasma cannon, then at Megatron. Without another word, he charged Megatron, a shoulder charge into his chest.

Megatron was sent flying backwards, crashing into the wall hard enough to leave a dent in the die-cast steel. Prime's assault didn't end as a flurry of punches impacted the stunned Decepticon. Finally, Prime grabbed Megatron's head and slammed him with force supreme through the wall. Metal twisted and sparked as Megatron flew backwards, crashing near Ironhide and Jazz. Prime walked through the hole, but there was no fury in his cool blue video receptors, only a sense of sadness. Megatron stood, eyes flickering between Prime and the other Autobots. Coolant had begun leaking from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it away dismissively. "It's over, Megatron. Surrender and end this."

"NEVER!" roared leader of the Decepticons. His visual receptros flickered between wavelengths, searching for any tool Megatron could use. A satisfied grin appeared on his face, and his right hand transformed into an enormous cannon. "Farewell, Optimus Prime!" Megatron pointed the cannon up, and unleashed a bright green ball of plasma that melted the steel of the ceiling in a nanosecond. Prime's receptors widened as he realized, too late, Megatron's plan.

A burst of superheated Energon, hot as the surface of a star, fled downwards in a torrent of heat and fire. Prime knew he had two choices, save Ironhide and Jazz or pursue Megatron through the Energon. Prime sighed, his voice edging with frustration, and scooped up the other two Autobots and ran through a nearby door, sealing it against the Energon.

The metal of his legs had dissolved in places where the Energon touched them, but still Megatron smiled. This was no defeat, not yet. He still had the awesome power of the Nemesis, and he would use it to end this battle.

"Decepticons, retreat to the Nemesis! This fight is over!" roared Megatron into the Decepticon command frequency.

Soundwave finally moved through the thick smoke. His optic receptors could now see the Autobots in plain view. He lifted his arm and pointed the cannon right toward the two Autobots on the ground.

"Target...terminated!"

Suddenly, the ceiling began to crumble, and the ship began to shake. Soundwave could no longer keep a visual on his targets long enough to shoot. He tries as hard as he can to lock back onto the target, as pieces of energon begin to fall from the ceiling.

As Soundwave tried to lock back on to the two Autobots, he was distracted by his leader Megatron. He hears his voice command over their radio wavelengths.

"Decepticons, retreat to the Nemesis! This fight is over!"

"As you command, Megatron."

Soundwave sighs, as he lowers his arm. The cannon slowly forms back into his arm. Soundwave turns and retreates to the escape tubes with the rest of his Decepticon brethren.

***********​

(IC: Ironhide)

As Ironhide helped Jazz up to his feet, he heard a large explosion. He quickly whipped his cannons back out, ready to shoot. Suddenly, something grabbed him and Jazz from behind. Ironhide looks up to see Prime carrying him and Jazz to saftey.

"Prime!" He says dazed. "What's going on, Prime?"

"I have to get you and Jazz to Saftey!"

As Optimus Prime runs as fast as he can to the slowly closing blast door, Ironhide sees Ratchet, still ducking behind the wall, aiming to fire.

"Ratchet!" Ironhide twists free from Optimus's grasp. He suddenly stops, and turns back to Ironhide.

"Ironhide, come on! You'll be destroyed if you stay!"

"I know, Prime." He says reassuringly. "I'll be there in less than two nanoclicks! Just hold the door!"

Optimus rushes off to the door, as Ironhide runs over to Ratchet, he grabs him by the shoulder, and turns him around to face him.

"Come one, kid! We got to go." He stares at Ratchet's face, and realizes he is in shock. Throwing a normal bot into war with no time to cope is not always a good idea. Ironhide grabs Ratchet, and throws him on his back. "Don't worry, kid. I've got you."

Ironhide runs to the blast door holding Ratchet steady on his shoulder. He sees Optimus holding the door open with his hands, struggling to keep it open.

"Hurry!" Optimus yells.

Ironhide takes Ratchet off his back, and quickly slides him under the door, as the sparks from the grinding gears fly through the air. Ironhide ducks, and rolls under the door. Optimus quickly lets go as the door slams to the ground, closing tightly.

The Autobots lie on the ground, trying to recover. Everything happened so suddenly. Ironhide and Optimus catch a second wind first. They get to their feet, as they help Jazz and Ratchet to their feet. Ratchet slowly comes out of the shock, as he realizes he is safe, and everything is over.

"Come on, Prime. We gotta get to the bridge. Those damn Decepticons still have their ship outside!"

"You're right, Ironhide. But what about Jazz? He needs to see a medic." Ironhide smirks, and stares at Ratchet.

"Don't worry, Prime. I have someone in mind."

 

[ScarletVenom25]

(IC: PROWL)

Barricade got up from his brother's attack and smirked. He ran at Prowl, shoulder lowered. Prowl side-stepped him by a nanosecond, and punched him in his side. Prowl then began smashing his forearm into Barricade's face. He blocked one shot, and punched him hard in his torso. Prowl flew back, toppled over. Oil began pouring out of his mouth, but he wiped it off.

Prowl shook off the pain, and ran at his brother. At the last second, he transformed and ran him over. Barricade flipped in the air, but made a smooth recovery before falling down. Prowl transformed, jumped, and elbowed his brother in the chest. Oil flew out of his mouth. Prowl picked up his brother, but he lost his grip and Barricade fell down.

"Decepticons, retreat to the Nemesis! This fight is over!"

"Goodbye, dear brother," Barricade snickered after this statement. He transformed and drove off. But Prowl couldn't just let him leave. He also transformed a began chasing his brother. Barricade picked up speed, so Prowl did as well. They were getting closer and closer to the bridge between the two ships.

Out of nowhere, Barricade let spare parts loose from his trunk. Prowl swirved out of the way, transformed, and turned around. Barricade was out in space, giggling madly. Prowl punched the wall, and remembered his Prime problem. He started jogging to the bridge.

 

[Byrd Man]

(IC: Starscream)

Earth: 2007

Starscream flies the skies over the Pacific Ocean, returning from his Island cave. It has been four years since he arrived on earth. In this time, he has attacked labs and military bases, and stolen various earth technology. He has used all of the stolen equipment, and finished his laboratory in the cave.

Now he roams the skies, searching for something he desperately needs, energy. Cybertronians don't need to eat or drink, but in return they need an energy source to thrive on. In his time Starscream he has been on earth, Starscream's power reserves have been running dangerously low. In his travels across the planet, he has found only temporary power sources to use. Now he is in search for a more reliable source of power, something he can use to not only keep himself alive, but his lab as well. As he flies at top speeds through the air, he approaches the San Diego harbor. He stays in his vehicle form, disguising his real appearance to the residence of the planet.

"Damn these fleshlings! They are so incompetent! They are unable to make technology that can even be the slightest way compatible with my physical form. I thought their minds would at least make up for their puny physical forms. But once again, they disappoint!”

Starscream stops and transforms only miles from the Californian shores. He hovers thousands of feet in the air above the roaring Pacific Ocean. He holds out his arm, as he stares at a radar screen on his arm. He presses a few buttons on the control panel below the screen, and surveys the horizon in front of him.

“Hopefully my scanners can pick up some form of higher energy amongst this barren wasteland.”

Suddenly, a blip shows up on his radar. Starscream turns his attention to the radar, and looks with excitement at the flashing screen.

“Ah! It appears I have found something. Ah…and its power level seems to be equal with that of a few cubes of energon. Funny, its power seems to be fluctuating. I haven’t seen this type of activity in any normal earthling technology. I can only hope it could be a small surplus of raw energon. It’s been so long since I have had a decent recharge.”

An evil smirk comes across Starscream’s face. He flips the screen down on his arm, and transforms back into an F-22 Raptor.

“I can’t wait to get my fill. My waiting will finally be rewarded!”

Starscream screeches off across the sky toward the California landscape.

*All dialogue is translated from Cybertronian.*

San Dimas, California

Bumblebee tears down the interstate, passing slower cars and trucks as he heads back towards the Witwicky house.

Proximity Alert. Energon detected in the area.


He slows his speed and leaves the Interstate. In all the months he'd bee on Earth, he had never encountered Energon. It scared him more than anything. There was only one thing that really gave off Energon like that. And that was a Cybertronian.

He takes a right and speeds off down the road. The road sign next to him sways as he passes it.

Now Entering Los Angeles.

 

[Venom160]

Years pass as we draw closer to this backwater little solar system. We havent come across any Decepticon resistance sense we left Cybertron so thank Primus for small favors. I had decided to try and contact the Ark, maybe even meet up with them. But I did something that iv never done before, I actually thought things out. What if our communication was picked up by a cloaked Decepticon ship? Where would that leave us? Slagged and the key in the hands of the enemy! I'll be slagged if Im gonna let Jetfire die in vein. Finally, after what felt like a millenia, we caught our first glimpes of the first planet of our target solar system.

"Arcee scan for any Decepticon life, or any life for that matter. Blur bring weapons online just in case."

We pass a couple more planets before Arcee responds.

"Sensors show no Decepticon life, almost no life what so ever!"

"Almost?"

"Theres only one planet in this system with..."

A sudden jolt jolf shakes the ship.

"Springer what happened."

"We've flown into a asteroid belt!"

"Arcee get the shields up!"

Before anyone could react another violent impact cause the shipe to shake even worse. Sirens start to sound throughout the bridge.

"We lost one of the thrusters and the other isnt gonna last long!"

My processor races as I try to figure out a way outta this. I look out the view port and see the nearest planet, a beutiful blue jem amongst the blackness of space.

"Springer can you get us to that planet!"

"Im not making any promisses!"

Springer transfers all power to the remaining thruster rocketing us out of the asteroid belt and towards the blue planet. The viewport starts to burn red as we enter it's atmosphere.

"We just lost all power!"

"Autobots brace for impact!"

Everything goes dark as the ship crashes into the alien planet.

The bridge is silent as the Autobots lay motionless, all power gone from the ship. Slowly a single Autobot gets to his feet.

"Autobots report"

Minutes pass as the other Autobots come back online and slowly get up.

"Im alright."

"Im functional."

"Iv been better."

Im silent as I assess the situation.

"Ship status."

The other three bots return to their staitions.

"The remaining thrusters' gone, this ship won't fly again."

"Weapon systems are gone aswell."

"Sensors work, don't know how much power is left though."

I walk over to Arcee and look over her shoulder at the screen.

"Search for compatible forms and any energon signatures."

"Yes sir."

"Blur go to the armory and get as many thermal detonators you can carry. We need to get rid of this ship before the natives comes to investigate."

Blur heads for the armory as Arcee stares in shock at the screen.

"I....Iv got two energon signatures!"

"Where?"

"Not far from here."

 

[Saved]

San Dimas, California

Bumblebee tears down the interstate, passing slower cars and trucks as he heads back towards the Witwicky house.

Proximity Alert. Energon detected in the area.


He slows his speed and leaves the Interstate. In all the months he'd bee on Earth, he had never encountered Energon. It scared him more than anything. There was only one thing that really gave off Energon like that. And that was a Cybertronian.

He takes a right and speeds off down the road. The road sign next to him sways as he passes it.

Now Entering Los Angeles.

(IC: Starscream)

Starscream flies across the Californian sky at a slow pace in the guise of an F-22 Raptor. His hunger for energon and his thirst for fuel is the only thing that allows him to move on. As he tracks the energon signature, he soon realizes something peculiar.

"What is this? The target appears to be moving! Energon doesn't move."

Starscream reroutes his scanners, and scans the target again.

"This is no flaw! That energon signature is mobile. How odd. I'm the only Cybertronian on this planet as far as I know. It can't be that!"

-Five Clicks from target-

"Ha! Soon I will discover the truth."

Starscream flies over the city of Los Angeles. He closes in on the target, as he flies over a back road leading into the city. Starscream continues to circle the area, trying to lock onto the object below. As he circles like a vulture to injured prey, the people of the city stare in confusion. This is certainly not normal behavior for a military jet.

"Now...it's got to be inside one of these earth land crafts...but which one..."

Suddenly, Starscream locks on to his target. An old 1976 Camaro drives down the road, only a few miles from the city.

"Impossible! The energy readings are even larger than before! No energon pile small enough to fit in an earth vehicle could be that powerful! It must be a...Cybertronian. Computer, scan!"

Starscream's computer scans the mysterious vehicle. As it refers the digital scans and specks of the vehicle to Starscream's central processor, he suddenly realizes what he has really found.

Starscream's disposition quickly changes from hunger and fatigue, to cruelty and hate. His mind suddenly becomes filled with horrid images, even for a Decepticon.

"Autobot..." Starscream sneers. "I traveled all this distance for a damned Autobot! What in the pit is he doing here?"

Starscream circles the disguised Autobot once again. As he contemplates what to do, he keeps close watch on his current enemy.

"Why is an Autobot on this planet? Megatron must've been on a tapped transmission! That bumbling fool! Those Autobots intercepted the message! And this one must be the scout!"

Starscream's missile launcher's quickly become armed, and his machine and gattling guns reload and prepare to fire. Starscream activates his targeting computers as he changes into attack mode. The flaps on his winds snap firmly into place, and his tail wings curve to the position of the wind. His thrusters begin to burn dark red, and his jets begin to smoke, as he switches to his reserve fuel. He makes one last pass on the Autobot. When he reaches the end of the run, he turns around, and begins his attack run.

"This Autobot will pay for this trickery! I will rip his processors from his head, and hold his vocal chamber in my hand as I rip him apart, piece by piece! I may not have found an energon reserve, but I am sure his circuits and fuel can sustain my body sufficiently."

Starscream flies closer and closer to the ground as he flies straight on into the Autobot.

"Die!"

*All dialogue translated from Cybertronian*

 

[Byrd Man]

(IC: Starscream)

Starscream flies across the Californian sky at a slow pace in the guise of an F-22 Raptor. His hunger for energon and his thirst for fuel is the only thing that allows him to move on. As he tracks the energon signature, he soon realizes something peculiar.

"What is this? The target appears to be moving! Energon doesn't move."

Starscream reroutes his scanners, and scans the target again.

"This is no flaw! That energon signature is mobile. How odd. I'm the only Cybertronian on this planet as far as I know. It can't be that!"

-Five Clicks from target-

"Ha! Soon I will discover the truth."

Starscream flies over the city of Los Angeles. He closes in on the target, as he flies over a back road leading into the city. Starscream continues to circle the area, trying to lock onto the object below. As he circles like a vulture to injured prey, the people of the city stare in confusion. This is certainly not normal behavior for a military jet.

"Now...it's got to be inside one of these earth land crafts...but which one..."

Suddenly, Starscream locks on to his target. An old 1976 Camaro drives down the road, only a few miles from the city.

"Impossible! The energy readings are even larger than before! No energon pile small enough to fit in an earth vehicle could be that powerful! It must be a...Cybertronian. Computer, scan!"

Starscream's computer scans the mysterious vehicle. As it refers the digital scans and specks of the vehicle to Starscream's central processor, he suddenly realizes what he has really found.

Starscream's disposition quickly changes from hunger and fatigue, to cruelty and hate. His mind suddenly becomes filled with horrid images, even for a Decepticon.

"Autobot..." Starscream sneers. "I traveled all this distance for a damned Autobot! What in the pit is he doing here?"

Starscream circles the disguised Autobot once again. As he contemplates what to do, he keeps close watch on his current enemy.

"Why is an Autobot on this planet? Megatron must've been on a tapped transmission! That bumbling fool! Those Autobots intercepted the message! And this one must be the scout!"

Starscream's missile launcher's quickly become armed, and his machine and gattling guns reload and prepare to fire. Starscream activates his targeting computers as he changes into attack mode. The flaps on his winds snap firmly into place, and his tail wings curve to the position of the wind. His thrusters begin to burn dark red, and his jets begin to smoke, as he switches to his reserve fuel. He makes one last pass on the Autobot. When he reaches the end of the run, he turns around, and begins his attack run.

"This Autobot will pay for this trickery! I will rip his processors from his head, and hold his vocal chamber in my hand as I rip him apart, piece by piece! I may not have found an energon reserve, but I am sure his circuits and fuel can sustain my body sufficiently."

Starscream flies closer and closer to the ground as he flies straight on into the Autobot.

"Die!"

*All dialogue translated from Cybertronian*

Warning! Warning! Decepticon identified!

Bumblebee speeds off down the street, barely avoiding Starscream. He takes a sharp right and dissapears down an alley.

Have to keep him away. Must protect Witwicky.

Bumblebee shoots out the alley and heads back onto the interstate. Heading south from L.A. and far away from Spike Witwicky.

 

[LibrarianThorne]

Complying with his orders, the Decepticons retreated in an almost orderly fashion away from the Ark, but the damage done was telling. In exchange for relatively little damage done to themselves, the Decepticon strike team had dealt the Autobots a serious and, Megatron assumed, fatal blow. The Ark would be forced to turn back to Cybertron, allowing the Decepticons to strike out in pursuit of Starscream's signal.

This was what Megatron comforted himself with as he returned to the command bridge of the Nemesis. "Thundercracker, report."
"Shields still down to permit boarding operations, lord Megatron, but the last of the Decepticons has boarded."
"Good! Retract the clamps and leave these Autobot fools to their fate. The Decepticons have..." Megatron's face was glued to the exterior viewing portal. The other Decepticons on the bridge, taken aback, turned to look.

History would never record which Autobot fired the fateful shot. Later legends would go on to say that it was Optimus Prime himself, others credited the weapons officer Ironhide, but no solid record would remain. Arcing through space, on an almost perfect trajectory, flew the last shot of the Ark. Red-orange plasma, heated to temperatures that would make a mockery of any conventional armor, streaked on its fateful course. The recordings of the Nemesis, those that survived, recorded Megatron's last words. "By my spark..."

The shot tore through the view portal, impacting Megatron himself as it rampaged through the Decepticon command. Guidance systems, defensive grids, even basic engine power controls were incinerated in a firestorm that threw all the Decepticons onboard into stasis to prevent total shutdown.

The Nemesis, leaking Energon like a stuck pig, fell backwards through space. The Ark, suffering from internal damage caused by the Decepticon attack, could no more press its sudden advantage than it could resurrect Sentinel Prime. Something was almost poetic about the surviving footage of the Nemesis tumbling end over end through space. A wormhole, a rip in time and space that made a mockery of even Cybertronian understanding of physics, appeared behind the Nemesis. The ship was drawn in, like a slow moth to a light, and at the event horizon of the wormhole the entire ship crumpled and folded in on itself before vanishing altogether.