Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor will I ever have such a privilege... That's for the best though, because I'd probably ruin it! XD
REVISED: Chapter 1 and 2 have been slightly revamped. All I've done is corrected a few mistakes(okay, it was a LOT), and I've added a few more details here and there. My beta-reader is on vacation so I won't be uploading a new chapter this week, but I promise(if life doesn't get in the way and all goes according to plans{eh, you know how that goes..}) I will update the Friday of next! I've already written out 10 full pages of it on word document. If you drop in a review specifying you want one, I'll send you a small sneak peek ;) (((warning though, it has not been beta-read))).
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At the Edge of the Sword
Chapter I
Breaking into the Atmosphere
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"Hailing all friendlies on Earth, do you read me, over."
The mech floating in space waiting a baited moment before again sending out the signal through the regular channel. "Hailing friend-"
"We hear you, we hear you," came the annoyed and slightly static reply, "Have a little patience, will you? What's the situation?" Edge could hear blaster fire from the other end.
"Requesting emergency clearance to land. In need of urgent repairs." There was a brief pause that set the mech's entergon to churning uneasily.
"Granted." came the crisp reply, "We'll contact you later."
With that the connection was severed. Leaving the ebony mech floating in space alone, again.
Edge quickly plotted a course and set off to land in, what the humans called, the Ural Mountains. For the most part, it was inhabitable, a perfect spot for a damaged mech like him to find solitary and wait the beckoning of his team mates.
He would be greatly relieved once a local medic repaired his Visual Receptors. The run in with two hostile mechs had damaged them beyond normal nanites care; that, for the most part, being the worst of it... His scanners were being over worked as it was, being without the constant visual feedback caused havoc with his systems and depleted his energy levels with all the regular and near continuous scanning.
Speaking of which... Edge started up his aching scanner only to have his sensors jolted, when he ran processor on, into... What had he just crashed into? He had been careful to scan for asteroids before he had entered Earth's atmosphere. It was too late now, but he hadn't wanted to repeat a previous experience.
He scanned, rapidly. It hadn't done any damage what ever it-
Ah, it was only the primitive mobile transportation of the humans. They called it a Space Station.
Edge pushed off of it, allowing the momentum to pull him out a bit before he dived into the atmosphere. None the worse beside the few scratches against his ebony paint. They would heal soon enough.
Down, he descended.
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The dripping wet mech surveyed the flat plain and wondered where he was. His landing hadn't been the greatest, more like a crash in fact. Luckily, he had landed in a pond. Edge activated his bio-scanners and began to worry. Trees, lush green grass, a road.
Something was clearly missing here...
His navigation systems insisted he was on the highest summit of the Ural Mountains. Mount Narodnaya. On the other hand, reading the earth's magnetic field said other wise. Sending him thousands of earth miles North West on the Scandinavian Peninsula, Sweden. So much for pen point precision. He really needed to see a CMO.
He was either more messed up then he had previously assessed or his navigation systems just needed a 'little' fine tuning. Edge was not a happy bot, examining the two different read outs. Either one could be right, both could be wrong.
Edge turned his attention to the matter at hand. He, somehow, had to evade becoming caught or noticed and link up with his teammates. And all this done while his operational capacity running at 74.3%.
What he needed first was some kind of disguise that would allow him to go about the human population virtually unnoticed. He wasn't a Pretender, so he couldn't just walk amongst them. Having already scanned his surroundings, Edge flagged a transportation vehicle that seemed suitable to his needs. Scanned, downloading all of the systematics, and transformed.
Really, it wasn't that bad. The mech lightly rolled his wheels back and forth. A little on the restricting side, but coming from primitive organics-
At that moment a someone drove up, pulling beside Edge. The guy hopped out and, what Edge could tell, surveyed the two look-a-like vehicles.
Edge prepared himself to bolt. Already his cover was nearly blown... perhaps this would be more difficult than previously thought.
"I knew you could do it," said the guy, turning to look toward the large garage. Edge found himself very thankful for the forethought of downloading the languages of the earth. "We'll have Carson's ride delivered on time after all."
A puzzled sound came from the garage.
"Hurry up and get her loaded before the plane takes off." With that the man left, moving in the purposed steps of a busy entrepreneur.
A man stepped out of the garage and strode over to Edge, scratching his head when he saw the two cars. In the end, he shrugged and opened Edge's door and crawling right in.
That was when Edge knew he was in trouble.
Author's Note:
This chapter definitely wasn't up to par with my normal standard. For that I apologize for the shortness and overall dullness of the chapter(It's more of an introduction than anything else). I promise it will pick up in the later chapters.
If you're wondering, I tried to keep it as vague about Edge's affiliation as possible, for this reason:
TRIVIA:
Name the entrepreneur and you will have Edge's alternate form.
Guess Edge's affiliation.
Thank you for reading and please review!