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<blockquote data-quote="Vendetta" data-source="post: 1728437" data-attributes="member: 14961"><p><strong>Part 2</strong></p><p></p><p>64 million years later.</p><p>Earth</p><p>Mt. Saint Hilary, Oregon, USA.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray"> “… and that all of the dinosaurs died 64 million years ago.” </span> Explained Spike Witwicky to his father, David “Sparkplug” Witwicky. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: dimgray"> “Woah!” </span> Laughs Sparkplug, struggling to keep up as the young man bounds up the trail hiking trail. <span style="color: dimgray"> “You’re going too fast for me, son. How did they die?” </span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray"> “Well, they say that the dinosaurs were all ready in decline but that a meteor hit the Earth, sending millions of tons of dust up into the atmosphere, cutting off the sun and causing the world to have an ice age.” </span> Spike further explains. <span style="color: slategray"> “The giant dinosaurs could not find enough food to feed themselves but the smaller lizards and mammals could, so they lived… WOAH!” </span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: dimgray"> “Amazing, isn’t it, son?” </span> Sparkplug says putting his hand on his teenaged son’s shoulder as the two of them stand looking at Mt. St. Hilary. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray"> “Wow.” </span>Was all the boy could say. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: dimgray"> “My father used to take me up here camping all the time when I was a boy. The lake’s not far. I hope it is as good fishing as it was when I was your age.” </span> Sparkplug smiles at his son. </p><p></p><p>But before they take even another step, the Earth starts to quake.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: dimgray"> “Earthquake!” </span> Sparkplug yells as father and son struggle to keep their feet, eyes looking around hoping no tree falls at them. A thunderous crash of a landslide is heard as the quaking ground steadies. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: dimgray"> “Man, that must have been a big one. We better get back…” </span>Sparkplug starts before getting cut off by the cry of his son.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray"> “LOOK!” </span> Spike shouts, pointing at the inactive volcano. Following his son’s gaze, Sparkplug looks at the mountain. A large amount of dust billows upwards into the sky from a rockslide down the face of the mountain. But where the rock was is now some kind of huge metal surface. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: dimgray"> “What is that?” </span> Sparkplug says in wonder.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray"> “Looks like something huge buried under the volcano, dad.” </span> Spike replies, excitement building within him.</p><p></p><p>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</p><p>Middle of the North Pacific Ocean.</p><p>Research Ship, Discovery.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: YellowGreen">“Do you understand the implications of this?” </span> Says Aaron Trasker, a weasel-like man with round glasses and a greed that surpasses anyone Captain Hunter Jordan ever met.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleTurquoise">“Yes, actually I do.” </span> Replies Hunter patiently. <span style="color: PaleTurquoise">“It means that we are not alone in this universe. Quite possibly the most significant discovery since the Atom bomb.”</span></p><p></p><p>Aaron looks at his watch. “<span style="color: PaleTurquoise">They should be about to make the insertion within half an hour. We ought to get to the bridge.” </span> Hunter says, feeling a bit anxious himself. How he’d have loved to be with the dive team as they enter an actual space ship from another world.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: YellowGreen">“No, no. I was looking to see how much longer before the media gets here.” </span> Aaron replies.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleTurquoise">“The media?” </span> Hunter growls angrily. <span style="color: PaleTurquoise">“You didn’t!” </span> </p><p></p><p><span style="color: yellowgreen">“I did… someone had to!” </span> Aaron says defiantly. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleTurquoise">“Why?”</span> Hunter asks, his anger growing.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: YellowGreen">“This is a significant discovery and the world should know!” </span> Aaron replies, once again, with defiance.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleTurquoise">“You shouldn’t have done this… We need to weigh the findings and release the information in a controlled fashion. Who knows what we'll find down there? Do you understand the kind of panic this might bring? Maybe there's nothing. Ever heard of Geraldo and Al Capone's secret vault?” </span> </p><p></p><p><span style="color: YellowGreen">“Right!” </span> Aaron replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm, <span style="color: YellowGreen">“There is still a space ship down there. This is <em>news</em>.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleTurquoise">“No, it is you wanting to get your face plastered all over every TV in the world and getting your fifteen minutes of fame! This is MY ship! You do not do anything without my permission again!”</span> Hunter thunders at the man before storming out of the room. </p><p></p><p>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</p><p></p><p>Four deep sea divers swim steadily around the curving metal plates to the side where a large fissure is opened, providing access to what is inside. After a dozen minutes they get to the opening and peer inside with their recording devices and flood lamps. They see plant-life… millions of years of growth. Cautiously they swim inside. They are amazed by the sheer size of the room they move into. Travis, the lead diver, estimates that what ever flew this ship could have been over 100 feet tall. </p><p></p><p>They keep swimming. They swim down a massive corridor until it opens up into a new room. Even covered in sea plants, it is easy to see that this room is some kind of control room with some kind of panel and view screen, 50 times larger than a man, taking up one side of the room. </p><p></p><p>The divers are amazed that there is no rust evident anywhere. </p><p></p><p>They swim slowly up to the panel, again amazed that the four dials are half the total size of a man. They look at the panel. It is covered in strange designs that appear to be a language of some kind. Travis turns his flood lamp around the room as the other three divers investigate the panel. His light follows a smooth wall surface that suddenly becomes a column with strange raised sections that form some kind of odd, erratic shape. As his light follows the contours, it finally falls on a very large metallic face. He starts and lets go of his light. It slowly sinks until it lands on the panel.</p><p></p><p>With the touch of the light to the panel, everything lights up. A loud voice echoes around them, speaking words that none of them can understand. <span style="color: Olive"> “Primary Energon Core depleted. Must deactivate. Energy levels sufficient to send Energon pulse in attempt to reactivate vessels with less Energon requirements to find and replenish Energon reserves. </span></p><p></p><p>A light flashes throughout the room. Travis and the divers are scared out of their minds, not knowing what had just happened. Travis looks back to the robot face and freezes in terror… the eyes are glowing blue.</p><p></p><p>Skywarp steps forward, wondering what kind of planet he is on in which the air is a liquid. He sees four tiny creatures, roughly the shape of a Decepticon or Autobot but their energy signatures don’t match. A quick analysis shows that the creatures are made of an antiquate substance incapable of resisting even trivial damage. He assesses that what ever these creatures are, they are not useful in any way. He steps forward and swings his arm at them. They try to swim away but are horribly show and each of them turns into a small red spray that quickly dissolves into the rest of the liquid surrounding him. </p><p></p><p>But before destroying them, he had sensed a crude transmission and had pinpointed the source. Quickly, Skywarp leaves Omegacon to trace the signal. As he moves up, the liquid around him grows lighter, indicating thin atmospheric conditions in which solar energy is able to “light” the planet. Solar energy is useless. The radiation that it produces taints the capacity to draw Energon out of it… but planets such as this often have a great deal of resources from which Energon can be drawn.</p><p></p><p>As he swims up, his sensors indicate a very large vessel, like a scaled down Omegacon. Perhaps the pitifully weak creatures were some kind of investigative drone for it much like Laserbeak and Ravage are for Soundwave… though much less sophisticated. </p><p></p><p>Skywarp determines that there is nothing of value to the vessel except for a small ability to generate energy… energy that he can turn into Energon…</p><p></p><p>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</p><p></p><p>The warning lights flare on the bridge of the discovery. Two dozen reporters and cameramen excitedly give their reports… the thing… the giant robot was coming this way. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleTurquoise">“Brace for impact!” </span> Shouts Captain Jordan. The ship lurches as energy beams perforate the hull of the ship. The robot veers off and splashes out of the water. Then, it does something amazing as the deck hands look on in fright… it… <em>changes</em> into some kind of spaceship looking fighter thing. The ship flies up then circles around, firing a laser barrage into the Discovery.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleTurquoise">“You sure this won’t cause a panic around the world?” </span> Hunter asks Aaron sarcastically.</p><p></p><p>Within moments, the ship is destroyed and the robot space fighter thing disappears beneath the waves. 32 survivors cling for dear life to floating bits of debris and hope that their emergency distress signal will be answered soon.</p><p></p><p>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</p><p></p><p>Throwing reason aside and giving into blazing curiosity, Sparkplug steps into the large gash in the side of the huge sheet of metal freshly exposed from the Earthquake. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: dimgray"> “Hello?” </span> He says into the darkness as he steps even further in, his son anxiously peering inside, wishing his father would let him go in too. </p><p></p><p>Sparkplug’s footfalls echo loudly upon the metal floor as if he is standing in a very large cavern. A couple more steps. Spike asks again, unsuccessfully, to come in. A couple more steps… </p><p></p><p>Suddenly the room is flooded with light, blinding the man for a moment. When his eyes adjust, his son is standing beside him.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: dimgray"> “I thought I told you…”</span> Sparkplug begins when he sees the look of absolute wonder on Spike’s face. He trails off as he turns his head and sees an enormous cavern, hundreds of feet tall and wide, covered completely in metal. But that is not what is so shocking. Laying not more than 30 feet from them is a gigantic, 65 foot long robot.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: dimgray"> “Oh my god…”</span> Sparkplug gasps. Spike runs forward to the robot to get a better look. <span style="color: dimgray"> “Hello? Anyone here? Who turned on the lights?” </span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray"> “DAD! Look, there are dozens of them! All over. Look!” </span> Spike says running past the huge, motionless robot and further into the room. Sparkplug follows after his son and indeed, there are dozens more of the robots, all lying motionless on the floor. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray"> “What is this place, dad?” </span> Spike asks anxiously.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: dimgray"> “I… I don’t know…”</span></p><p></p><p>Running off ahead even further, Spike disappears around the shoulder of one of the large robots. Sparkplug is in too much shock and awe to call after him. Soon, Spike comes running back. <span style="color: slategray"> “Dad, come and look at this!” </span></p><p></p><p>Sparkplug jogs after his son. When he rounds the shoulder, he sees Spike pointing at a strange glowing object about 3 feet in length, roughly rectangular in shape but with several irregularities. It pulses with energy. The two stare at it, wondering what it is.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: cyan"> “Species: Human. Language: English. Greetings.” </span>Comes a mechanized voice, echoing softly from all around them. Spike and Sparkplug look around anxiously for the source of the voice. <span style="color: Cyan"> “I am Teletran 1.” </span></p><p></p><p>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</p><p></p><p>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</p><p></p><p>Your optical sensors flash to life. You realize that you are in alternate form, but you feel strange. The last thing you remember was escaping from Cybertron. Everything is fuzzy after that… you had to do a Rapid Data Upload to your master Positronic Personality Matrix Core so the memories are vague at best. There was an attack… Megatron! Then… a planet… a crash… that’s it… the ship crashed into a planet… yes. You realize that the strangeness that you feel is because you have been repaired and reconfigured to match the indigenous life of the planet. </p><p></p><p>You transform.</p><p></p><p>As your head locks into place, you see Wheeljax and Ratchet in front of you. </p><p></p><p>“Welcome back!” They say to you in unison. </p><p></p><p>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</p><p></p><p>The conference room of the Ark is large but seems far too empty as Ratchet, Jackknife, Bushido, and Stickshift look up at Wheeljax standing before them.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: orange"> “The good news is that we are alive, thanks to these two humans.” </span> Wheeljax says, pointing to the two tiny humans standing on the conference table in front of Wheeljax. <span style="color: orange"> “This is Spike and Sparkplug of the planet Earth. We crash landed into this planet 4 million years ago, by our standards, 64 million years ago by the standards of this planet. Over the course of this time, the Ark became buried and was only recently discovered by Spike and Sparkplug after a quake knocked away several tons of rock and ground that had buried it. Teletran 1 made contact with the humans after they entered and was able to explain how install Ratchet’s Personality Matrix to reactivate him. He then reactivated me and then you three.</span></p><p><span style="color: orange"></span></p><p><span style="color: orange">“The bad news is that most of our friends have sustained such significant damages that we will have to work very hard to get them up and functioning again. We need to build dozens of Positronic Personality Cores as most of them were destroyed by Megatron. Fortunately, nearly all of the masters survived. We chose to reactivate you three first for a couple of reasons. We only have enough supplies to repair damages to a limited number of autobots. The technology level of this planet is significantly below ours and it will prove difficult to get the usable materials that we need to get everyone functional again. </span></p><p><span style="color: orange"></span></p><p><span style="color: orange">“Your scouting skills will be needed to help us get the resources that we need, Bushido, as well as you combat skills. Stickshift and Jackknife, we are afraid that you will be called upon too soon… The really bad news is that two days ago, a human deep see expedition somewhere in the north Pacific Ocean discovered Omegacon and the Decepticons. This planet’s many news sources inform that dozens of gigantic robots were discovered on board, inactive in much the same way we are. The humans were able to reactivate one of the robots and it killed them all. From the audio recording being transmitted to the expedition home ship, the Decepticon had to be Skywarp. </span></p><p><span style="color: orange"></span></p><p><span style="color: orange">“I’m sure that the Decepticons will be facing similar problems as we are and will not be able to get everyone functioning right away, but soon they will be running unhindered over this planet looking for the resources that the need. This planet is extremely rich in raw energy that can be converted into Energon but the humans will be poorly equipped to deal with the power of even one Decepticon.” </span> Wheeljax looks down at the two humans standing in front of him.</p><p></p><p>Wheeljax continues. <span style="color: orange"> “We’ve uploaded the languages of this planet for each of us. The dominate language of the location that we are currently is English. Some how, we need to get the resources we need to effectively repair our friends and stop the Decepticons from doing the same. We have enough supplies to reactivate a couple more but most of us are down to our Master Core… if at all possible, we would like to not risk losing anyone while using their Master Core… if anyone of us is destroyed while the Positronic Personality Core Matrix is installed, we are gone forever, as you well know.” </span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"> “Who has functioning replacement Cores?” </span> Stickshift asks.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: orange"> “You three do, Me, but not Ratchet.” </span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Sienna"> “What about Optimus Prime?” </span> Jackknife asks.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: orange"> “He has a functioning replacement but he’s very damaged. As you know, Optimus Prime is a very sophisticated Autobot. Alpha Trion himself rebuilt Orion Pax into Optimus Prime and used technology that is beyond most of us. We just can’t repair him yet.” </span>Wheeljax answers. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: Silver">“What do we have to get?” </span> Bushido asks.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: orange"> “About a metric ton of the metal platinum, about 200 metric tons of Titanium, 40 kilograms of diamond and all the energon we can get without throwing the ecology of the planet off. We have to get these materials and stop the Decepticons from getting them.” </span> Wheeljax says, looking at you with a very determined glow in his optic receptors.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Vendetta, post: 1728437, member: 14961"] [b]Part 2[/b] 64 million years later. Earth Mt. Saint Hilary, Oregon, USA. [COLOR=slategray] “… and that all of the dinosaurs died 64 million years ago.” [/COLOR] Explained Spike Witwicky to his father, David “Sparkplug” Witwicky. [COLOR=dimgray] “Woah!” [/COLOR] Laughs Sparkplug, struggling to keep up as the young man bounds up the trail hiking trail. [COLOR=dimgray] “You’re going too fast for me, son. How did they die?” [/COLOR] [COLOR=slategray] “Well, they say that the dinosaurs were all ready in decline but that a meteor hit the Earth, sending millions of tons of dust up into the atmosphere, cutting off the sun and causing the world to have an ice age.” [/COLOR] Spike further explains. [COLOR=slategray] “The giant dinosaurs could not find enough food to feed themselves but the smaller lizards and mammals could, so they lived… WOAH!” [/COLOR] [COLOR=dimgray] “Amazing, isn’t it, son?” [/COLOR] Sparkplug says putting his hand on his teenaged son’s shoulder as the two of them stand looking at Mt. St. Hilary. [COLOR=slategray] “Wow.” [/COLOR]Was all the boy could say. [COLOR=dimgray] “My father used to take me up here camping all the time when I was a boy. The lake’s not far. I hope it is as good fishing as it was when I was your age.” [/COLOR] Sparkplug smiles at his son. But before they take even another step, the Earth starts to quake. [COLOR=dimgray] “Earthquake!” [/COLOR] Sparkplug yells as father and son struggle to keep their feet, eyes looking around hoping no tree falls at them. A thunderous crash of a landslide is heard as the quaking ground steadies. [COLOR=dimgray] “Man, that must have been a big one. We better get back…” [/COLOR]Sparkplug starts before getting cut off by the cry of his son. [COLOR=slategray] “LOOK!” [/COLOR] Spike shouts, pointing at the inactive volcano. Following his son’s gaze, Sparkplug looks at the mountain. A large amount of dust billows upwards into the sky from a rockslide down the face of the mountain. But where the rock was is now some kind of huge metal surface. [COLOR=dimgray] “What is that?” [/COLOR] Sparkplug says in wonder. [COLOR=slategray] “Looks like something huge buried under the volcano, dad.” [/COLOR] Spike replies, excitement building within him. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Middle of the North Pacific Ocean. Research Ship, Discovery. [COLOR=YellowGreen]“Do you understand the implications of this?” [/COLOR] Says Aaron Trasker, a weasel-like man with round glasses and a greed that surpasses anyone Captain Hunter Jordan ever met. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]“Yes, actually I do.” [/COLOR] Replies Hunter patiently. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]“It means that we are not alone in this universe. Quite possibly the most significant discovery since the Atom bomb.”[/COLOR] Aaron looks at his watch. “[COLOR=PaleTurquoise]They should be about to make the insertion within half an hour. We ought to get to the bridge.” [/COLOR] Hunter says, feeling a bit anxious himself. How he’d have loved to be with the dive team as they enter an actual space ship from another world. [COLOR=YellowGreen]“No, no. I was looking to see how much longer before the media gets here.” [/COLOR] Aaron replies. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]“The media?” [/COLOR] Hunter growls angrily. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]“You didn’t!” [/COLOR] [COLOR=yellowgreen]“I did… someone had to!” [/COLOR] Aaron says defiantly. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]“Why?”[/COLOR] Hunter asks, his anger growing. [COLOR=YellowGreen]“This is a significant discovery and the world should know!” [/COLOR] Aaron replies, once again, with defiance. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]“You shouldn’t have done this… We need to weigh the findings and release the information in a controlled fashion. Who knows what we'll find down there? Do you understand the kind of panic this might bring? Maybe there's nothing. Ever heard of Geraldo and Al Capone's secret vault?” [/COLOR] [COLOR=YellowGreen]“Right!” [/COLOR] Aaron replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm, [COLOR=YellowGreen]“There is still a space ship down there. This is [i]news[/i].”[/COLOR] [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]“No, it is you wanting to get your face plastered all over every TV in the world and getting your fifteen minutes of fame! This is MY ship! You do not do anything without my permission again!”[/COLOR] Hunter thunders at the man before storming out of the room. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Four deep sea divers swim steadily around the curving metal plates to the side where a large fissure is opened, providing access to what is inside. After a dozen minutes they get to the opening and peer inside with their recording devices and flood lamps. They see plant-life… millions of years of growth. Cautiously they swim inside. They are amazed by the sheer size of the room they move into. Travis, the lead diver, estimates that what ever flew this ship could have been over 100 feet tall. They keep swimming. They swim down a massive corridor until it opens up into a new room. Even covered in sea plants, it is easy to see that this room is some kind of control room with some kind of panel and view screen, 50 times larger than a man, taking up one side of the room. The divers are amazed that there is no rust evident anywhere. They swim slowly up to the panel, again amazed that the four dials are half the total size of a man. They look at the panel. It is covered in strange designs that appear to be a language of some kind. Travis turns his flood lamp around the room as the other three divers investigate the panel. His light follows a smooth wall surface that suddenly becomes a column with strange raised sections that form some kind of odd, erratic shape. As his light follows the contours, it finally falls on a very large metallic face. He starts and lets go of his light. It slowly sinks until it lands on the panel. With the touch of the light to the panel, everything lights up. A loud voice echoes around them, speaking words that none of them can understand. [COLOR=Olive] “Primary Energon Core depleted. Must deactivate. Energy levels sufficient to send Energon pulse in attempt to reactivate vessels with less Energon requirements to find and replenish Energon reserves. [/COLOR] A light flashes throughout the room. Travis and the divers are scared out of their minds, not knowing what had just happened. Travis looks back to the robot face and freezes in terror… the eyes are glowing blue. Skywarp steps forward, wondering what kind of planet he is on in which the air is a liquid. He sees four tiny creatures, roughly the shape of a Decepticon or Autobot but their energy signatures don’t match. A quick analysis shows that the creatures are made of an antiquate substance incapable of resisting even trivial damage. He assesses that what ever these creatures are, they are not useful in any way. He steps forward and swings his arm at them. They try to swim away but are horribly show and each of them turns into a small red spray that quickly dissolves into the rest of the liquid surrounding him. But before destroying them, he had sensed a crude transmission and had pinpointed the source. Quickly, Skywarp leaves Omegacon to trace the signal. As he moves up, the liquid around him grows lighter, indicating thin atmospheric conditions in which solar energy is able to “light” the planet. Solar energy is useless. The radiation that it produces taints the capacity to draw Energon out of it… but planets such as this often have a great deal of resources from which Energon can be drawn. As he swims up, his sensors indicate a very large vessel, like a scaled down Omegacon. Perhaps the pitifully weak creatures were some kind of investigative drone for it much like Laserbeak and Ravage are for Soundwave… though much less sophisticated. Skywarp determines that there is nothing of value to the vessel except for a small ability to generate energy… energy that he can turn into Energon… * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The warning lights flare on the bridge of the discovery. Two dozen reporters and cameramen excitedly give their reports… the thing… the giant robot was coming this way. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]“Brace for impact!” [/COLOR] Shouts Captain Jordan. The ship lurches as energy beams perforate the hull of the ship. The robot veers off and splashes out of the water. Then, it does something amazing as the deck hands look on in fright… it… [i]changes[/i] into some kind of spaceship looking fighter thing. The ship flies up then circles around, firing a laser barrage into the Discovery. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]“You sure this won’t cause a panic around the world?” [/COLOR] Hunter asks Aaron sarcastically. Within moments, the ship is destroyed and the robot space fighter thing disappears beneath the waves. 32 survivors cling for dear life to floating bits of debris and hope that their emergency distress signal will be answered soon. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Throwing reason aside and giving into blazing curiosity, Sparkplug steps into the large gash in the side of the huge sheet of metal freshly exposed from the Earthquake. [COLOR=dimgray] “Hello?” [/COLOR] He says into the darkness as he steps even further in, his son anxiously peering inside, wishing his father would let him go in too. Sparkplug’s footfalls echo loudly upon the metal floor as if he is standing in a very large cavern. A couple more steps. Spike asks again, unsuccessfully, to come in. A couple more steps… Suddenly the room is flooded with light, blinding the man for a moment. When his eyes adjust, his son is standing beside him. [COLOR=dimgray] “I thought I told you…”[/COLOR] Sparkplug begins when he sees the look of absolute wonder on Spike’s face. He trails off as he turns his head and sees an enormous cavern, hundreds of feet tall and wide, covered completely in metal. But that is not what is so shocking. Laying not more than 30 feet from them is a gigantic, 65 foot long robot. [COLOR=dimgray] “Oh my god…”[/COLOR] Sparkplug gasps. Spike runs forward to the robot to get a better look. [COLOR=dimgray] “Hello? Anyone here? Who turned on the lights?” [/COLOR] [COLOR=slategray] “DAD! Look, there are dozens of them! All over. Look!” [/COLOR] Spike says running past the huge, motionless robot and further into the room. Sparkplug follows after his son and indeed, there are dozens more of the robots, all lying motionless on the floor. [COLOR=slategray] “What is this place, dad?” [/COLOR] Spike asks anxiously. [COLOR=dimgray] “I… I don’t know…”[/COLOR] Running off ahead even further, Spike disappears around the shoulder of one of the large robots. Sparkplug is in too much shock and awe to call after him. Soon, Spike comes running back. [COLOR=slategray] “Dad, come and look at this!” [/COLOR] Sparkplug jogs after his son. When he rounds the shoulder, he sees Spike pointing at a strange glowing object about 3 feet in length, roughly rectangular in shape but with several irregularities. It pulses with energy. The two stare at it, wondering what it is. [COLOR=cyan] “Species: Human. Language: English. Greetings.” [/COLOR]Comes a mechanized voice, echoing softly from all around them. Spike and Sparkplug look around anxiously for the source of the voice. [COLOR=Cyan] “I am Teletran 1.” [/COLOR] * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Your optical sensors flash to life. You realize that you are in alternate form, but you feel strange. The last thing you remember was escaping from Cybertron. Everything is fuzzy after that… you had to do a Rapid Data Upload to your master Positronic Personality Matrix Core so the memories are vague at best. There was an attack… Megatron! Then… a planet… a crash… that’s it… the ship crashed into a planet… yes. You realize that the strangeness that you feel is because you have been repaired and reconfigured to match the indigenous life of the planet. You transform. As your head locks into place, you see Wheeljax and Ratchet in front of you. “Welcome back!” They say to you in unison. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The conference room of the Ark is large but seems far too empty as Ratchet, Jackknife, Bushido, and Stickshift look up at Wheeljax standing before them. [COLOR=orange] “The good news is that we are alive, thanks to these two humans.” [/COLOR] Wheeljax says, pointing to the two tiny humans standing on the conference table in front of Wheeljax. [COLOR=orange] “This is Spike and Sparkplug of the planet Earth. We crash landed into this planet 4 million years ago, by our standards, 64 million years ago by the standards of this planet. Over the course of this time, the Ark became buried and was only recently discovered by Spike and Sparkplug after a quake knocked away several tons of rock and ground that had buried it. Teletran 1 made contact with the humans after they entered and was able to explain how install Ratchet’s Personality Matrix to reactivate him. He then reactivated me and then you three. “The bad news is that most of our friends have sustained such significant damages that we will have to work very hard to get them up and functioning again. We need to build dozens of Positronic Personality Cores as most of them were destroyed by Megatron. Fortunately, nearly all of the masters survived. We chose to reactivate you three first for a couple of reasons. We only have enough supplies to repair damages to a limited number of autobots. The technology level of this planet is significantly below ours and it will prove difficult to get the usable materials that we need to get everyone functional again. “Your scouting skills will be needed to help us get the resources that we need, Bushido, as well as you combat skills. Stickshift and Jackknife, we are afraid that you will be called upon too soon… The really bad news is that two days ago, a human deep see expedition somewhere in the north Pacific Ocean discovered Omegacon and the Decepticons. This planet’s many news sources inform that dozens of gigantic robots were discovered on board, inactive in much the same way we are. The humans were able to reactivate one of the robots and it killed them all. From the audio recording being transmitted to the expedition home ship, the Decepticon had to be Skywarp. “I’m sure that the Decepticons will be facing similar problems as we are and will not be able to get everyone functioning right away, but soon they will be running unhindered over this planet looking for the resources that the need. This planet is extremely rich in raw energy that can be converted into Energon but the humans will be poorly equipped to deal with the power of even one Decepticon.” [/COLOR] Wheeljax looks down at the two humans standing in front of him. Wheeljax continues. [COLOR=orange] “We’ve uploaded the languages of this planet for each of us. The dominate language of the location that we are currently is English. Some how, we need to get the resources we need to effectively repair our friends and stop the Decepticons from doing the same. We have enough supplies to reactivate a couple more but most of us are down to our Master Core… if at all possible, we would like to not risk losing anyone while using their Master Core… if anyone of us is destroyed while the Positronic Personality Core Matrix is installed, we are gone forever, as you well know.” [/COLOR] [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue] “Who has functioning replacement Cores?” [/COLOR] Stickshift asks. [COLOR=orange] “You three do, Me, but not Ratchet.” [/COLOR] [COLOR=Sienna] “What about Optimus Prime?” [/COLOR] Jackknife asks. [COLOR=orange] “He has a functioning replacement but he’s very damaged. As you know, Optimus Prime is a very sophisticated Autobot. Alpha Trion himself rebuilt Orion Pax into Optimus Prime and used technology that is beyond most of us. We just can’t repair him yet.” [/COLOR]Wheeljax answers. [COLOR=Silver]“What do we have to get?” [/COLOR] Bushido asks. [COLOR=orange] “About a metric ton of the metal platinum, about 200 metric tons of Titanium, 40 kilograms of diamond and all the energon we can get without throwing the ecology of the planet off. We have to get these materials and stop the Decepticons from getting them.” [/COLOR] Wheeljax says, looking at you with a very determined glow in his optic receptors. [/QUOTE]
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