Co-Authored by Dragon Claw92 [Author ID#: 1428261] and Omicron the IceQueen

Queen's notes: Maybe a bit of a rough start this chapter, but DC and I were experimenting with this cross over concept. And getting used to each other in writing! Hope you had as much fun reading about the coming adventures as we did writing.

I also wanted to give a big thank you to Dragon Claw for doing this with me, as the distraction to focus on this while I was having some big family issues. Even for bits at a time helped out more than you know sweetie to escape reality. And for putting up with me when I passed out at night mid post~

Dragon's notes: Like Omicron said, it was a bit of a rough start, but still a lot of fun. I can only hope that you enjoy it as much as we have, and I can guarantee that this is only the beginning of a grand adventure. Thanks for reading, and thanks to Omicron for the great idea to start this story off.

Heroes of Spherus Magna

Not so soft landing

"Alright Heroes, we're entering the atmosphere now."

Alpha Team's leader sounded grim and determined, as was his usual, as he said this, and whilst the others on board got prepared, the white colored veteran focused on the target planet ahead. So far, procedure was going according to plan, and atmosphere entry was going smoothly...

Right up until the vehicle gave a violent shudder, and a loud groan. A panicky sounding Surge spoke from somewhere in the back. "W-was that supposed to happen?!"

"Hang on to something." Was Stormer's response, his optics seeming to narrow as his grip on the steering column tightened.

What happened next was hard to explain. At one point, things seemed to be fine again, but in a matter of seconds, Stormer found himself -and the whole cockpit- breaking off from the rest of the ship and veering far off course from where he was supposed to go. Moments later, everything seemed to black out...

He wasn't sure how long it took for his systems to get back online, but once they did, he groaned quietly and extricated himself from the wreckage, pulling himself free and forcing himself out of the driver's seat. Once he got out of the warped metal that had once been the cockpit, however, Stormer found himself utterly lost. His blue optics scanned around in confusion and uncertainty, and judging by what he was seeing, his team wasn't anywhere near where he ended up. One thing was certain though; his armor was now painted in mud.

Something squeaked off to the side of Stormer, and he turned to his right to see there was a quick motion. Like someone ducking down out of sight behind one of the many clusters of reeds and other smaller trees.

Most of the trees around (that were still standing after the crash), seemed odd. All giving the impression of only being saplings. Very few growing up higher than the mech's own seven foot height. There was a hint of a look that things other than weeds and reeds were planted in the nearly swamp like landscape… no not a swap, the water that was visible over the edge of the island where he crashed was oddly clear, and looked drinkable for cooling systems.

But there was to his right the possibility of someone there. Either A) one of the reasons for the distress call that brought the heroes, or B) a native (that could also be related to option A), or C) a wild beastie that may recover from the shock of being figuratively run over, than become grumpy at him.

Very little ever escaped Stormer's attention, and such details as squeaking and movement were things he seldom left uninvestigated. Instinctively, his hand went for his weapon, though considering the nasty crash, he soon discovered that, not only was he without a team, he was also without a working weapon. Frowning at this discovery, he took a moment to get himself up onto the wreckage, deciding that he'd rather have the higher ground so he could at least see better if he needed it. "Who's there?" He asked loudly, his voice firm even though his weapon, and armor, were going to need a bit of repair.

The squeak was back, the person- it had the shape of a mecha and metallic blue armor was just visible admits the reeds. Whoever or whatever it was, was staying put, the mech likely having to personally go see.

Bold as brass despite being white as snow... well, formerly white as snow, Stormer took this as his cue to investigate, and got down off the wreckage, cautiously moving towards where he'd caught a glimpse of the blue armor. "Hello? Who's out there?" Still, his voice sounded firm and authoritative, though as time went past Stormer was starting to wonder if he really had much grounds to use such a voice. He didn't exactly have much to defend himself with other than what training he'd gotten in unarmed combat.

Then suddenly, all at once the mech almost stepped on who he was looking for.

Giving a frightened yip and half scream that sounded somehow a bit reptilian, the being scrabbled out from almost under Stormer's feet, running into a thicker cluster or reeds and partly up it. Shivering and frightened, wide (glowing!) tri-colored eyes looked up at the mech. At first glance the blue colored being was another mecha, but as he watched in the following seconds, Stormer could see the native...breathing.

Needless to say, the veteran Hero jumped backwards, his blue optics seeming to widen in surprise at this sudden occurrence. Caught off guard, he ended up tripping over his own feet and tumbling over onto his rear end, though he quickly got up and took another step or two back. For the first moment or two, he just stared at the unusual being, not sure quite how to approach the situation.

Without really having a full grasp of what he was saying at the time, he blithered something he normally wouldn't have ever said. "...what are you?"

Catching his blunder, he shook his head and quickly corrected himself. "Who are you?" He knew it was a bit late to take words back, but at least he could try to seem civilized. He was the leader of Alpha Team, after all; he had to seem more courteous than what his first question had implied.

Wide eyes (the backdrop a soft red, the inner ring orange and the center a golden shade) just stared back at the mech, the owner had a slim build that gave a distinct female look. There was darkly tanned hide under the thin seeming over armor, interrogated perfectly in a balance of flesh and mechanical. A strange mask like thing was clinging strapless to her face...or was apart of the face...

All and all, this being radiated helplessness and fear more than anything else. Even huddled against the reeds like she was, the native wouldn't come up to the mech's chest.

The Hero was presently at a loss of what to do now. He couldn't recall seeing anything quite like this creature before, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he got. "...can you speak?" He inquired, trying to sound a little friendlier than his usual tone did. "Or even understand what I'm saying?" Now he was starting to consider trying to find out if anything in the cockpit had survived the crash, namely something that could help him with the situation he presently found himself in.

He could only hope that Surge had survived, and hadn't made a complete fool of himself by now.

"Cam'i tasa...?" A female voice shyly asked from the native, lowering the protective hands and staring up at the standing mech. "Kito ma Agoi?"

Stormer's expression showed mild bewilderment. "...I beg your pardon?" He responded, clearly not understanding quite what was being expressed. "I didn't quite catch what you said."

The truth was he fully did catch it, but he had no idea what she meant. Now was one of those times where he wished Breez had been there to help him out; she was the master linguist of his team, not him.

"Kito...kita mu Agoi?" The girl tried again, still clearly intimidated by the towering mech.

By this point, Stormer was just too confused to even know what to do. "Ehm... one moment." He paused before holding a finger up to try and imply that he needed a second, and then turned, heading back to the wreckage of the cockpit and managing to squeeze himself back inside. Once in there, he rooted around a bit, frowning as he found various devices that had been destroyed, which would've been good to have right around now.

Thankfully though, luck was somewhat on his side, because he found a translation device. It wasn't really in the best shape, but at least it was functioning with borderline decency. Vaguely satisfied, Stormer clambered back out of the wreck and looked around, just in case the female had moved, or (the thought that was niggling at the back of his mind) called in something to get rid of him in a less-than-polite way.

She hadn't, the native of this world evidently had a high dose of curiosity once semi-sure that the Hero wasn't going to eat her. She had followed Stormer almost to the crashed ship, giving it a long look. Not scared of it, but though she had no idea where it came form, something in the tri-colored eyes said she wasn't clueless to flying machines. Standing now as well, if shuffling her feet, the blue girl wasn't more than five feet, and slim in build. She had a fair sized chest, but given the rest of her almost perfect streamlined make up and armor... and all the water around.

This would be one impressive swimmer to say the least.

The Hero blinked on seeing her that close by, but managed a vague smile of sorts as he indicated the device in his hand. He moved a bit closer to her again now, taking in her features and making a mental note of her build type, just in case such information would be needed later.

"This ought to help." He remarked, more to himself than to the unusual female. Turning his optics to the device, he fussed with it a bit before any lights actually flickered on, and he frowned mildly when he took full notice of the cracks on the outer casing. "...well that isn't good." Shaking his head, he then looked curiously at the girl before him, hoping that she'd say something else, and hoping that the translator would have enough information in it to know at least what language she spoke.

"…cerou…" She muttered, and there was no need for a translation, the tone alone with the look he was getting more than hinted that he's little device was just called weird.

"...well this isn't working." Stormer muttered, frowning at the device in his hand again before sighing. It wasn't a defeated sounding sigh though; Stormer was too strong a Hero to give up that easily. Glancing back at the native, he remarked blandly. "Well, do you have any ideas? Because this is the best I have, and even then it isn't a good one."

The native girl was still giving him an odd look, but now shifting her gaze between his face and the device. She tilted her head and a light seem to ding on before the biomechanical being held her hands out for the thing.

Now the veteran seemed to be in a bit of a better mood and, with a small nod, carefully held the damaged object out for her to take. Every ounce of his circuitry was hoping this plan worked; without this, he'd be utterly doomed. At least, it felt like that would be the case unless some other form of translation miraculously showed up.

The girl seemed to have knowledge of some mechanics at least as she turned the device around in her hands. Then with a glance up at the mech crouched down, looking at him again as she spoke. Not just a few words but apparent full terms and more, with a pattern and a flowing accent. She pointed to Stormer's own feet… no the ground. The impression of 'this might be a while' hanging in the air.

Despite not being fully sure of what she was meaning, the Hero got the gist of what she meant, and nodded, glancing around before clambering back up on top of the wrecked cockpit to take another look around. The last thing he wanted, or needed, was for them to get attacked when something beneficial was about to -potentially- be done.

"…cerou…" the word drifted up to Stormer, the girl having intended to have him just sit down, as there was no predator rahi in these new lands. They hadn't been made yet after all.

The bot looked down at her curiously, not really sure what she meant, but climbing down anyway and settling himself where he was, his expression showing mild confusion. "I still have no idea what that means." He remarked, deciding it was best not to say words he didn't know the meaning of, just in case he might make things worse.

She seemed to be thinking the same thing about what the mech was saying, but was trying to keep up a conversation, or narration as she carefully opened the translation device. Blunted but very nimble fingers gently inspected the inner workings, she dipped into a shimmer of air at her side (Sub-space!) to grab a leather bundle of tools. Some things were universal in a tool kit, and the female used a brush and pick. To clean then pry loose the energy pack and head tilted at the half squished thing.

"Macku," She said looking up at the mech, then handed him the tiny energy pack, saying something with a questioning inflection. Did he have another of these? If not and energy stone might work… or a chip of an energy stone.

Stormer tilted his head at that, not sure quite what she was meaning. "... Macku?" He repeated, his tone showing that he was confused. He then eyed the energy pack and grimaced. He'd seen several of those broken in the cockpit. He knew where he could get a piece of energy stone, but... did he want to do that right off? Hesitating, he held up his finger again to indicate that he wanted a moment, and then crawled back into the cockpit.

His fears were proven correct; every energy pack that had been in the cockpit was now broken. "Scrap..." He muttered quietly, his optics straying from the broken energy packs to his Hero Core's cover plate. Grimacing as he thought it over, he eventually took his core plate off and glanced around for something he could use to chip a tiny part of his Core off. "This is going to hurt..."