My first Transformers Fanfiction, this one is a coop of me and my friend Temarcia, though.

Seasons of Earth

Prologue: A cold welcome

A pair of red optics stared at the planet that was currently displayed on the frontscreen of the bridge, not betraying any of the thoughts going through the cpu of their owner.

The journey had been long and uneventful except for...

"That's the planet? It looks totally wrong! Are you sure we are right here? Did you even check the navigational charts?"

… the constant nagging and bickering coming from the single currently occupied passenger seat.

"I checked the navigation charts and yes: That IS the planet! And if you had actually read the information file about it, instead of constantly playing with that datapad you brought along, you would already know we're at the right location," the femme with the red optics, who was busy handling the controls snapped back.

"I DID read the file!" the voice from the passenger seat protested at once. "And the planet from the file isn't that much white of color!"

"Had you read the file more carefully you'd have noticed that said file was updated last around a thousand vorns ago. Looks like the climate took a turn for the harsh side since then. Judging by the amounts of frozen dihydrogen-monoxide covering both poles and a good part of the continents in the northern hemisphere I'd say this planet is currently experiencing a so called 'Ice-age'."

"Ice-AGE? Why wasn't I told this mission was including conditions that'll freeze the energon in my fuel lines?" an unspoken 'Are you trying to offline me?' was trailing right after that inquiry. The second female shot a gaze of pure distrust and annoyance at the dark and rather huge frame sitting rather relaxed in the pilot's seat.

"Oh? You are implying that you wont be able to handle your assigned tasks whenever the predicted weather conditions deviate slightly from optimal, Temper?"

The red eyed female inquired not even casting a glance back at her interlocutor, while concentrating on initializing the atmospheric entry and landing processes. "I thought your file said 'all terrain scout tank'?"

"'All TERRAIN!' Not 'all TEMPERATURE'! And how is an ice age supposed to be 'slightly deviating' from optimal conditions? Besides, you know very well that I'm able to withstand critically low temperatures provided I ingest a frost protection agent with my energon. Did you bring any, Vault? Because I definitely didn't." the femme called Temper pointed out voice almost snarling now.

"No, why would I? I wasn't planning to land anywhere near the cold climate zones anyway." the femme called Vault answered smugly.

"Why .., you …" was all Temper managed to reply.

This moment the ship exited the thick layer of clouds it had been descending through, just to be pelted by huge hailstones, which became heavy raindrops as the ship continued sinking.

"This planet has far too much dihydrogene-monoxide, in any form." Vault stated, just before the ship finally settled on the soaked through spongy surface of the small planet which was orbited by a single moon. A planet that was itself orbiting a small yellow sun, just in the right distance for surface temperatures that allowed water to exist in its gaseous, fluid and solid form. An unexplored world which had just the right chemical composition to develop and sustain organic life. One day in the far future its native inhabitants would call it 'Earth'.

Here you'll find some background infos for the OCs in this story

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More might be added soon.