Transformers RPG Season I IC Thread

[Eddie Brock]

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"You look b-e-a-utiful, darling."

Bumblebee waits as Optimus talks about Energon readings.

"What is thine wish, m'lord?"

"We must awaken the other Autobots," Prime responds.

He turns and looks at his men. It was time for their hibernation to end. Optimus prepares the computer for a mass upload.

"I will upload English and basic Earth history onto every Autobot hard-drive," Optimus explains to Bumblebee. "Once awake, we will organize a scout team to investigate this massive Energon signature."

 

[Byrd Man]

"We must awaken the other Autobots," Prime responds.

He turns and looks at his men. It was time for their hibernation to end. Optimus prepares the computer for a mass upload.

"I will upload English and basic Earth history onto every Autobot hard-drive," Optimus explains to Bumblebee. "Once awake, we will organize a scout team to investigate this massive Energon signature."

Bumblebee salutes Optimus as he starts to activate the computer to reawaken their comrades.

"Aye, aye, Captain!"

 

[LibrarianThorne]

Thundercracker

It had been six billion cycles since the Nemesis crash landed onto the planet Earth. Missles from Starscream came thundering against the ship's hull, and a small piece of the ceiling hit Thundercracker right on the head, with liquid from the Nemesis's internal structure pouring down on him.

The Transformer awoke from its deep sleep, grumpier then ever. "Slaggin' Primus! Who's the wise guy who ..." He looked up to see the waste falling upon him. The seeker began to crawl out of its way, letting it drain through a hole in the ship's floor.

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Five billion cycles ... No, it couldn't be. Surely the ship's databanks had been ruptured and have deteriorated since it crashed. 'Five billion cycles. Why did I even bother signing up for this stupid war!? Now I'm stuck on some far away planet, under the command of Lord Megatard. Well, at least it can't get much worse then this!'

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Thundercracker then adjusted his blurry optical receptors, and saw before him a new Megatron. For a few billion cycles, the Decepticon was looking pretty good. He looked down at his own body and sighed deeply. 'Oh great, he gets the royal treatment while I'm still a pile of scrap.'

He then peered over to his left, seeing an unconcious Skywarp with a terrible gash through his chest. With his gears still heavily damaged, Thundercracker used what little strength he had left to throw his hand on Skywarp, seeing if he could feel any spark still there. Thankfully enough, he was able to feel something. "And I thought I had it bad. Life just doesn't seem to give you a break, and yet you keep going."

The Decepticon then looked over to his master and tried to speak loud enough for him to hear. "Megatron, Skywarp and I are badly damaged. We need repairs asap."

"Then aid you shall have. Computer, reroute primary repair function authorization Megatron A01. Priority reset, repair all Decepticons." A beep acknowledged Megatron's command and, silently, dozens of small repair units crawled out from various sections of the ship, over and into the damaged Decepticons. Megatron turned his attention back to the console. "A new planet means we shall need new forms. Computer, all non-essential power to scanners. I want to know about this planet."

Flickering in front of him, a series of holographic images flew through the air. Heads of state, weapons, animals, plants, all that the Nemesis had compiled in five billion years became available to Megatron. He, of course, did not notice such minor details. "This Energon reading... impossible. 57 ppm concentration? Cybertron hasn't known a concentration of that scale in millions of years. Could it be?" A grin spread across the Decepticon's face. "The All-Spark. It is here. The salvation of Cybertron, of all Decepticons." He allowed himself a chuckle. Then, other pieces of information, far more recent, began appearing. "That reading... An Autobot? Here? What madness is this? And... that reading is Starscream's. Why has he not made contact? Damn it all, too many questions. Computer, activate transformation matrix scanning. New forms for all Decepticons onboard, Earth-appropriate, designated on a by-Spark confirmation basis."

A small blue probe-like object extended from the main bridge console, a bright red light shining from it. It moved, slowly, over the still-repairing forms of the other Decepticons and over Megatron himself, who stood with arms across his chest. It stopped, for a moment, as if considering, then a bright red beam shot into Megatron's chest. Thousands, millions of different forms scrolled across his memory. Human weapons of war from every recorded age, but one stood out to him. A battletank of the American nation posessed of great speed, durability, and power; perfect camouflage for his now inconcealable main cannon. "There," thought the sparok of Megatron, and he felt his tranformation circuits overwrite themselves with his new form.

 

[Venom160]

As Hot Rod, Blur, and Springer proceeds to place thermal detonators in and around the ship a small probe erupts from the ship. It starts taking in any information it can get, radio transmissions, tv broadcasts, data from the internet, and detailed schmatics for every vehicle in a five mile area. Arcee stares at the imput of data and than activates her comm link.

<Scan complete Rodimus.>

<Good work, any compatible forms?>

<Plenty, prepare for download.>

Hot Rod, Blur, Springer continue their work as every bit of information that was gathered is downloaded to their harddrives. Hot Rod is silent as he reviews the schematics until he find a vehicle he likes. With a simple command he switches from his native Cybertronian language to the alien tongue of this planet.

"The detontators have been planted sir."

Hot Rod nodes his head and activates his comm.

<Arcee meet us outside, we're moving out."

Several clicks later Arcee emerges from the ship, her form has completely changed.

Im silent as I gaze at her.

"What?"

"You....you look great."

She winks at me as I turn to Blur and Springer.

"Alright team, pick a form and prepare for reformatting."

Several clicks later a red lamborgini (complete with flames), a dark pink motorcycle, a blue corvette, and a green SUV speeds away as with a blinding flash the ship is vaporized leaving nothing behind.

We proceed to follow the energon signatures as Blur experiments with everything in his vehicle mode, loud music blaring from the speakers.

<Blur knock it off we're supposed to be blending in!>

Suddenly a vehicle drives by blaring its music just as loud.

<Alright I take it back.>

<Rodimus im reading a large energon siganture.>

<Cybertronian ship?>

<Theres only one ship ever constructed that can give off this energon signature.>

<What a minute, are you telling me that the Ark is here?!>

<Thats exactly what im saying.>

<That impossible, theres no way that..>

<Enough! Arcee wheres this signature?>

<About six Earth miles east.>

 

[Blacklight]

​

I arrived to Red Alert's coordinates that Commander Vector sent me. He and the Commander were standing beside eachother with a few Autobot soldiers lined up behind them.

"Autobot Tracks. This is Autobot Red Alert. He'll be in charge of the second fleet of Autobots to look for an energon source."

Red Alert held out his hand and I shook it.

"Hello, Tracks. I'm Red Alert. Nice to see that Alternator was a success. What's it like to fly?"

"I don't know. I haven't tried yet."

"Well that's no problem. We'll be testing that soon enough, but first off, since the Ark was a success, no thanks to the Decepticons, we are going to build a smaller version of the Ark. It'll be called Mini-Ark, and will serve the same purpose."

I looked at him with joy. Maybe I would get to see my brother sooner than I thought.

"And secondly, Commander Vector has told me many a great things about you Tracks. That you're smart, tough and have a strong will. Not to mention the first successful Project: Alternator test subject."

I looked at Vector Prime.

"It's true, son. You have alot of potential."

"I... I......I'm shocked. I'm just a soldier."

"A great one at that, and that is why I'm asking you to be my second-in-command. What do you say, Tracks?"

Hearing that sentence filled my spark with excitement.

"Of course I will!"

"Good. Now, you're probably wondering why these Autobots are standing behind us."

"I guess. Why?"

"Because you're going on a mission, and you're picking your own team."

"First, I'll introduce them to you. Then you'll pick four of them to lead, and we'll brief you on the mission while the rest of us begin production on the Mini-Ark."

"Ok. Let's do this."​

 

[Spike_x1]

With a soft hum, Jazz's optics blinked to life underneath of his visor. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but stopped as he noticed that his wounds, from what seemed like mere moments ago from his perspective, were now gone; tended to slowly but surely over the centuries by the Ark's automated repair systems. Groaning, Jazz pushed himself onto his feet and looked around at the other awakening Autobots. "We survived," he gasped and laughed simultaneously. That Decepticon virus in our nav-computers sure didn't help matters, but at least that final blast to the Nemesis paid those creeps back in full. He could see Optimus and... Bumblebee? Was that the kid's name? How did he...?

"Daaamn, where the hell are we?" Jazz stops speaking as he realizes that he had absentmindedly spoken in some weird alien language. Optimus and Bumblebee both look at him and Jazz tilts his head with a touch of confusion. "It looks like you two have gotten new forms, and," looking at the screen of Teletraan-I and the information streaming across it, Jazz continues, "you've gone and adapted us to this place... Earth, is it?"

As he was speaking, Jazz's internal computer was linking up with the main computer of the Ark and searching for a compatible (and stylish) vehicle form. "My leave time's over, I guess, so..." After only a few seconds, his body and framework began to shift and configure itself accordingly as he walked forward and saluted Optimus Prime. "Autobot Jazz reporting for duty, sir.

 

[Eddie Brock]

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With a soft hum, Jazz's optics blinked to life underneath of his visor. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but stopped as he noticed that his wounds, from what seemed like mere moments ago from his perspective, were now gone; tended to slowly but surely over the centuries by the Ark's automated repair systems. Groaning, Jazz pushed himself onto his feet and looked around at the other awakening Autobots. "We survived," he gasped and laughed simultaneously. That Decepticon virus in our nav-computers sure didn't help matters, but at least that final blast to the Nemesis paid those creeps back in full. He could see Optimus and... Bumblebee? Was that the kid's name? How did he...?

"Daaamn, where the hell are we?" Jazz stops speaking as he realizes that he had absentmindedly spoken in some weird alien language. Optimus and Bumblebee both look at him and Jazz tilts his head with a touch of confusion. "It looks like you two have gotten new forms, and," looking at the screen of Teletraan-I and the information streaming across it, Jazz continues, "you've gone and adapted us to this place... Earth, is it?"

As he was speaking, Jazz's internal computer was linking up with the main computer of the Ark and searching for a compatible (and stylish) vehicle form. "My leave time's over, I guess, so..." After only a few seconds, his body and framework began to shift and configure itself accordingly as he walked forward and saluted Optimus Prime. "Autobot Jazz reporting for duty, sir.

"Good to have you back, soldier," Optimus states as he returns the salute. "It was all very touch-and-go for a while there. By my estimations, we've been on this planet for millions - if not billions - of years."

Optimus checks the Energon signature. It's growing stronger. The only question is...friend or foe?

"Once some more Autobots are awake, I'm going out with a scout team to investigate an Energon signature. I sincerely hope that you and Bumblebee will consider coming along."

 

[Spike_x1]

Jazz watched as his fellow soldiers went through their actions. He could tell, even just from the air of authority around Optimus -- He was the new Prime. Jazz had trained alongside Optimus, and had spent a good part of his career training new recruits to go out into the field to follow Sentinel Prime. Jazz took a deep sigh and wondered quietly about Sentinel's fate. He made a note to check the Ark's security logs and see for himself what had happened, rather than distracting Optimus with it now.

"Yeah, I'm up for it, Prime."

 

[Saved]

Jazz watched as his fellow soldiers went through their actions. He could tell, even just from the air of authority around Optimus -- He was the new Prime. Jazz had trained alongside Optimus, and had spent a good part of his career training new recruits to go out into the field to follow Sentinel Prime. Jazz took a deep sigh and wondered quietly about Sentinel's fate. He made a note to check the Ark's security logs and see for himself what had happened, rather than distracting Optimus with it now.

"Yeah, I'm up for it, Prime."

(IC: Ironhide)

"Don't you guys count me out." Ironhide says as he gets to his feet, slowly regaining conciousness.

"What in the Pit happened exactly?" Ironhide pauses, and checks his data banks. "And what is all this information about this, "Earth" place?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Good to have you back, soldier," Optimus states as he returns the salute. "It was all very touch-and-go for a while there. By my estimations, we've been on this planet for millions - if not billions - of years."

Optimus checks the Energon signature. It's growing stronger. The only question is...friend or foe?

"Once some more Autobots are awake, I'm going out with a scout team to investigate an Energon signature. I sincerely hope that you and Bumblebee will consider coming along."

Bumblebee throws up his hand and salutes Prime.

"Sir, yes sir!...To Infinity, and beyond!!!!"

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

Jazz watched as his fellow soldiers went through their actions. He could tell, even just from the air of authority around Optimus -- He was the new Prime. Jazz had trained alongside Optimus, and had spent a good part of his career training new recruits to go out into the field to follow Sentinel Prime. Jazz took a deep sigh and wondered quietly about Sentinel's fate. He made a note to check the Ark's security logs and see for himself what had happened, rather than distracting Optimus with it now.

"Yeah, I'm up for it, Prime."

(IC: Ironhide)

"Don't you guys count me out." Ironhide says as he gets to his feet, slowly regaining conciousness.

"What in the Pit happened exactly?" Ironhide pauses, and checks his data banks. "And what is all this information about this, "Earth" place?"

Bumblebee throws up his hand and salutes Prime.

"Sir, yes sir!...To Infinity, and beyond!!!!"

"Earth is our temporary home, Ironhide," Optimus begins, "So I suggest you acquaint yourself with it."

"There is a great amount of Energon here. I do not believe that it is coincidence that we crash-landed on this planet," Prime suggests. He motions to the computer as it displays that Energon signature. "This signature is too large to be a single Cybertronian. . .and it's moving."

Optimus sees Inferno get up.

"Inferno, good to see you up and about."

"What's going on, Prime?" Inferno asks as he regains his bearing.

"My upload should explain everything," Optimus states. "Ironhide, Jazz, Bumblebee, and I are going out to investigate unusual Energon activity. I need you to stay behind and explain this to your fellow Autobots when they come to."

"As you wish, Prime."

Optimus turns to Ironhide. "You'll need an Earthly form if you're coming on this mission."

 

[Saved]

"Earth is our temporary home, Ironhide," Optimus begins, "So I suggest you acquaint yourself with it."

"There is a great amount of Energon here. I do not believe that it is coincidence that we crash-landed on this planet," Prime suggests. He motions to the computer as it displays that Energon signature. "This signature is too large to be a single Cybertronian. . .and it's moving."

Optimus sees Inferno get up.

"Inferno, good to see you up and about."

"What's going on, Prime?" Inferno asks as he regains his bearing.

"My upload should explain everything," Optimus states. "Ironhide, Jazz, Bumblebee, and I are going out to investigate unusual Energon activity. I need you to stay behind and explain this to your fellow Autobots when they come to."

"As you wish, Prime."

Optimus turns to Ironhide. "You'll need an Earthly form if you're coming on this mission."

(IC: Ironhide)

"Be right with you, Prime." Ironhide closes his eyes, and begins scanning the Internet. Earth's unlimited data stream of information. Ironhide begins searching the various forms of Earth's vehicles. He falls into a sub section of military vehicles, and begins browsing the tanks.

"Hey, guys. What do you think about me being a tank? Huh?" Ironhide waits for a reply as the other Autobots stare at him silently. "Too unoriginal I guess?"

"And not much for disguise."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Ironhide goes back to searching. Soon, he enters the GMC website, and begins browsing the various vehicles they have.

"Mhh..." Ironhide starts. "Lets see, "SUV's" apparently are used to hold passengers...and these, "pick up trucks" are used to hold cargo. Well, I don't think any of you guys are small enough to fit inside, so I obviously won't need a passenger vehicle. But these pick up trucks can hold stuff. Probably'd give me some more room for extra ammo, anyway." He says with a laugh. "Alright, selected form aquired."

Ironhide's body begins to change, as the computer on the Ark formats him to fit his new form. His body's metal plates twist and turn, as his body adapts the new form. Within minutes, Ironhide's reformating is complete. He walks towards his teammates as a smile comes across his face.

"Well guys, how do I look?"

 

[Eddie Brock]

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(IC: Ironhide)

"Be right with you, Prime." Ironhide closes his eyes, and begins scanning the Internet. Earth's unlimited data stream of information. Ironhide begins searching the various forms of Earth's vehicles. He falls into a sub section of military vehicles, and begins browsing the tanks.

"Hey, guys. What do you think about me being a tank? Huh?" Ironhide waits for a reply as the other Autobots stare at him silently. "Too unoriginal I guess?"

"And not much for disguise."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Ironhide goes back to searching. Soon, he enters the GMC website, and begins browsing the various vehicles they have.

"Mhh..." Ironhide starts. "Lets see, "SUV's" apparently are used to hold passengers...and these, "pick up trucks" are used to hold cargo. Well, I don't think any of you guys are small enough to fit inside, so I obviously won't need a passenger vehicle. But these pick up trucks can hold stuff. Probably'd give me some more room for extra ammo, anyway." He says with a laugh. "Alright, selected form aquired."

Ironhide's body begins to change, as the computer on the Ark formats him to fit his new form. His body's metal plates twist and turn, as his body adapts the new form. Within minutes, Ironhide's reformating is complete. He walks towards his teammates as a smile comes across his face.

"Well guys, how do I look?"

Optimus smiles. He can't help it. His enthusiasm - along with everyone else's - only helps to lift the spirits.

"You always did have good taste, Ironhide."

Prime turns to Inferno. Before Prime can say anything, Inferno assures him, "I've got it under control, Prime."

Optimus nods.

"Well then. . .Autobots, transform and roll out!"

 

[LibrarianThorne]

Megatron looked at the still forms of the other Decepticons as the Nemesis computer scanned in their new forms. When they awoke, he would need to reassert his leadership and let all of them know that his new form hadn't weakened him. Then, a strange idea came to the leader of the Decepticons. "Computer, show me the closest high concentration of Energon."

The computer, unable to reply verbally, simply beamed a series of co-ordinates into Megatron's optics. "Yes... This should do nicely."

Megatron stomped off the bridge, his own footfalls sounding unnaturally loud in the eerie silence that still permeated the Nemesis. Eventually, ducking his way through now too small corridors and around twisted wreckage, he came across a still functioning airlock. His fingers danced, nimbly for their size, on the nearby keypad and the now ancient door creaked open. Megatron's optical sensors adjusted quickly to the sudden darkness and picked out an enormous wall of rock as the airlock door slammed shut behind him. The rock was millions of years old, formed up within the shattered remnant of the outer airlock. "Perfect for a weapons test," said the Decepticon leader. He brought his right arm up and braced himself as he fired. Purple plasma shot outwards, superheating what little surrounding air there was and then impacting the stone. The plasma, as white-hot as the heart of a star, burned through the stone like a lance. Ancient rock was melted and disfigured as Megatron's attack drilled through it, finally exiting into the ocean where its heat was dissipated. Seawater, millions of gallons, poured through the newly built passageway. They slammed into Megatron, whose sensors were still evaluating the massively increased power of his plasma cannon, and ****led around him.

Satisfactory, thought Megatron smugly. On his back, he felt a familar transformation take place as two massively powerful rocket engines manifested themselves. Without another word, Megatron flew through the tunnel he'd created on his way to first contact with the human world.

 

[ScarletVenom25]

(IC: Prowl)

While Optimus Prime and his search team headed off on their mission, Prowl was just reawakening from stasis. It seemed like many of the Autobots were still offline. Confused, Prowl searched the ship for a fellow soldier who wasn't asleep. Soon, he saw Inferno, and ran over to him.

"Inferno! What's going on? Were are we?" Prowl questioned. He barely had patience to notice the dialect he was speaking.

"Calm down, Prowl. We are on a planet called Earth. The wormhole sent us here millions of years ago. We've been trapped in this mountain the entire time."

"Where is Optimus?"

"He is on a search for a large, mysterious energon reading. He was joined by Jazz, Ironhide, and Bumblebee."

Prowl turned away from the other Autobot and looked through his updated memory bank system for a new vehicle mode. He soon found info on a group of people called the "police". Their job was to find crime a trouble and cease its existence. Their job is similar to ours', Prowl thought. he found one of their better transportation vehicles and updated his look.



Satisfied with his new look, Prowl headed for the ship's exit way.

"And where do you think your going?" Inferno asked. He was worried his fellow Autobot would do something reckless.

"Hey, somebody needs to be the lookout," And with that, he transformed, left, and started moving to higher ground.

 

[Spike_x1]

Transforming into a silver convertible, something that the humans called a "Pontiac Solstice," Jazz was surprised at how comfortable and sleek he felt as he and his comrades drove out of the ark and into the sunlight of this new world.

"The air, Prime," he called out to his superior, "It's a lot cleaner than it is on Cybertron. Our bodies might even function a little better in this kind of environment.

 

[Saved]

Transforming into a silver convertible, something that the humans called a "Pontiac Solstice," Jazz was surprised at how comfortable and sleek he felt as he and his comrades drove out of the ark and into the sunlight of this new world.

"The air, Prime," he called out to his superior, "It's a lot cleaner than it is on Cybertron. Our bodies might even function a little better in this kind of environment.

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide follows after his group, transforming in mid run. His new form slams down onto the rocky dirt road, as dust kicks up in the air. The earth vehicle he has selected suits him well. Its rugged sleek form matched with its power and drive is the perfect definition of Ironhide's personality. He trails closely behind the others, as he maintains a steady pace.

"I'm not so sure, Jazz. I mean, sure the air's more pure here, but if I'm reading the scanners right, this isn't the main city." Ironhide listens to his voice, and realizes how odd it is to hear himself speak in an alien language that he never fully learned himself. "Anyway, what is it exactly we're lookin for, Prime?"

 

[Byrd Man]

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide follows after his group, transforming in mid run. His new form slams down onto the rocky dirt road, as dust kicks up in the air. The earth vehicle he has selected suits him well. Its rugged sleek form matched with its power and drive is the perfect definition of Ironhide's personality. He trails closely behind the others, as he maintains a steady pace.

"I'm not so sure, Jazz. I mean, sure the air's more pure here, but if I'm reading the scanners right, this isn't the main city." Ironhide listens to his voice, and realizes how odd it is to hear himself speak in an alien language that he never fully learned himself. "In any event, what is it exactly we're lookin for, Prime?"

Bumblebee quickly transforms and follows his teammates.

Bumblebee stays in the middle of the small pack with Jazz, behind Prime and ahead of Ironhide.

He speaks up finally, the raido and internet programs doing the talking.

"Energy...precious energy..."

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

Transforming into a silver convertible, something that the humans called a "Pontiac Solstice," Jazz was surprised at how comfortable and sleek he felt as he and his comrades drove out of the ark and into the sunlight of this new world.

"The air, Prime," he called out to his superior, "It's a lot cleaner than it is on Cybertron. Our bodies might even function a little better in this kind of environment.

(IC: Ironhide)

Ironhide follows after his group, transforming in mid run. His new form slams down onto the rocky dirt road, as dust kicks up in the air. The earth vehicle he has selected suits him well. Its rugged sleek form matched with its power and drive is the perfect definition of Ironhide's personality. He trails closely behind the others, as he maintains a steady pace.

"I'm not so sure, Jazz. I mean, sure the air's more pure here, but if I'm reading the scanners right, this isn't the main city." Ironhide listens to his voice, and realizes how odd it is to hear himself speak in an alien language that he never fully learned himself. "Anyway, what is it exactly we're lookin for, Prime?"

Bumblebee quickly transforms and follows his teammates.

Bumblebee stays in the middle of the small pack with Jazz, behind Prime and ahead of Ironhide.

He speaks up finally, the raido and internet programs doing the talking.

"Energy...precious energy..."

Optimus rides in front of his motley crew.

"Exactly, Bumblebee," Prime responds. "We continue our never-ending search for Energon."

Optimus scans the road ahead.

"And by my calculations. . .we should have visual in a matter of moments," Optimus explains as he continues to scan the road. Then, out of nowhere, a pack of Earth vehicles emerges on the horizon. "There!"

The two convoys continue on their respective paths...neither fully aware of the situation. Finally, they are close enough to scan one another.

Prime's scanners analyze every inch of the approaching vehicles. Then, he sees it. The symbol...

"Autobots!"

"Yes, Prime?" Jazz responds loyally.

"No. . .THEY are Autobots!" Optimus states with his best attempt at stoicism. But he can hardly contain himself.

 

[Saved]

Optimus rides in front of his motley crew.

"Exactly, Bumblebee," Prime responds. "We continue our never-ending search for Energon."

Optimus scans the road ahead.

"And by my calculations. . .we should have visual in a matter of moments," Optimus explains as he continues to scan the road. Then, out of nowhere, a pack of Earth vehicles emerges on the horizon. "There!"

The two convoys continue on their respective paths...neither fully aware of the situation. Finally, they are close enough to scan one another.

Prime's scanners analyze every inch of the approaching vehicles. Then, he sees it. The symbol...

"Autobots!"

"Yes, Prime?" Jazz responds loyally.

"No. . .THEY are Autobots!" Optimus states with his best attempt at stoicism. But he can hardly contain himself.

(IC:Ironhide)

"More friendlies?" Ironhide responds confused. "Seems to coincidental, Prime. We crashed here. No one knew our trajectory. Better stay frosty, guys."

 

[Byrd Man]

(IC:Ironhide)

"More friendlies?" Ironhide responds confused. "Seems to coincidental, Prime. We crashed here. No one knew our trajectory. Better stay frosty, guys."

Bumblebee slows down along with the other Autobots as they approach the vehicles.

"It's a trap!!!"

 

[Eddie Brock]

(IC:Ironhide)

"More friendlies?" Ironhide responds confused. "Seems to coincidental, Prime. We crashed here. No one knew our trajectory. Better stay frosty, guys."

Bumblebee slows down along with the other Autobots as they approach the vehicles.

"It's a trap!!!"

"Easy, Bumblebee," Prime states as he slows to a stop. "We're not Decepticons. We ask questions first."

The other convoy pulls up to Optimus and his team. Neither say or do anything for the longest time.

"Attention: this is Optimus Prime. Identify yourselves immediately."

 

[Spike_x1]

As Jazz slowed down, a blaster unfolded itself and locked into place on his spoiler. The gun was obviously not aimed at the oncoming bots, but he was still at the ready.

 

[Saved]

"Easy, Bumblebee," Prime states as he slows to a stop. "We're not Decepticons. We ask questions first."

The other convoy pulls up to Optimus and his team. Neither say or do anything for the longest time.

"Attention: this is Optimus Prime. Identify yourselves immediately."​

(IC: Ironhide)

"That's right, Prime. You ask questions. I got your back." Ironhide quickly makes a sharp turn, skidding as he comes to a stop. He kicks more dust and dirt into the air, as the cool moutain breeze blows it through the air. Ironhide stays ready, waiting for anything.​

 

[Venom160]

"Easy, Bumblebee," Prime states as he slows to a stop. "We're not Decepticons. We ask questions first."

The other convoy pulls up to Optimus and his team. Neither say or do anything for the longest time.

"Attention: this is Optimus Prime. Identify yourselves immediately."​

Im silent for several clicks while I process what I just heard.

Optimus Prime! What happened to Sentinal Prime?!

Im shaken from my thoughts by Arcee's voice in my head.

<What are you waiting for? Say something!>

With that pieces of my vehical mode starts to shift and rearrange as I transform to robot mode. I get to my feet and my head emerges from behind the vehicle's hood.

"My name is Hot Rod. My crew and I come in peace."​