Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, they are the sole property of Hasbro, Paramount Studios. Original Characters are of my own design. Also, this story doesn't take place in my Beast Wars fic, but it does have the human characters in different but similar roles. Basically, it's an alternate universe, where the humans meet Autobots and Decepticons, instead of the Maximals and Predacons.
Also, this story takes place after the videogame, Fall of Cybertron. I figured I'd give Generation 1 and Prime a try. I just hope you all like it.
Transformers G-Prime!
Chapter 1: More than Meets the Eye; Darkness Rising pt.1
Millions of years ago, life existed out in the cold vastness of space far beyond the Milky Way Galaxy. There, in another galaxy, existed a metallic planet called Cybertron that was home to a species of robots more advanced than anything that anyone has ever seen: Transformers. Machines that think for themselves, feel emotions, and know right from wrong, and could disguise into either vehicles or weapons for battlefield advantages or to blend in to their surroundings …
…they were called the Autobots and Decepticons.
But like humans, they also had conflict with each other. One such conflict called the Great War that lasted for so many years. The war finally ended and an unsteady peace between the two sides has lasted for so long. But there are those who are waiting for the perfect moment to start the war again, and this time the battle will be fought on a new battlefield…
Earth
Four Million Years Ago
The orbit of Earth lay quiet in its tranquil state of daytime in the atmosphere. It's as almost nothing could disturb it, and then suddenly, as if God himself was parting the Red Sea with his hands, a portal-like rift tore itself open between the space of Mars and of Earth. Out of the rift came two massive and alien spaceships, fresh out of battle and connected by strong toe cables. They were both heavily damaged and falling to the Earth.
One was a golden vessel shaped like a half-circle, and the other was a dark and violet, jagged and demonic shaped vessel that would appear from someone's nightmares. The two ships, both rocking with internal explosions, veer helplessly away from each other, tearing the cables apart from one another, as they begin to flamingly enter the outer atmosphere of the mysterious planet below. Their meteoric trails streak downward in streaming arcs...
The two ships streak downward in flaming arcs and vanish behind the horizons. The purple vessel vanished in what would be one day called the Atlantic Ocean. The golden ship streaked down toward where a gigantic mountainous volcano was barely visible above the horizon. The Golden vessel, now crushingly wedged within the dormant volcano mountain. It was evident with the damage that the ship would never fly again.
Time soon went by and the two ships were forgotten. Decades passed, as well as centuries and the land changed through earthquakes and storms. Through the earthquakes, the two ships either swallowed into the earth or were shifted into a mountain. Either way the two vessels, as well as its crew, were never heard from again.
4 Million Years later…
2014
Now
Life had evolved into advanced species but the most advanced was the dominant species: humans. They had mastered a technology based on inorganic lifeless substances; their culture would have matched up with that of any life in the universe. If there was other life. Basically, these days' humans thought they were the only sentient life at all in the universe. Earth was in for a wakeup call.
Atlantic Ocean
Nighttime
Traveling the rough waters of the Atlantic, a cargo vessel was heading inbound for the US. Aboard its massive hull were loads and loads of iron truck crates that were loaded with the latest of technologies from a Japanese company, Yashida Cybernautics. They were the bustling capital of technology all world round. They ranged from military to household everyday equipment. As the seas splashed on the side, the ship was shaking in the water steadily as it could despite the choppy waters.
What it didn't know was that a small bound vessel, probably military was following behind it. Aboard the ship, men and women were dressed in black and military green body suits, with yellow lenses on facial masks, hiding their identities. Inside the ship, the real mystery of them all was coming into play.
Inside the main deck, within a strange looking lab-based armory room, someone was getting ready for something big. The figure was covered in shadows, but it was evident that the figure was female, due to her hips, but lack of a chest. She pinned back her hair in a tight bun in the back, allowing bangs to dangle at her ears and tickle her collar bone. It seemed that she was completely in the nude, as her body appeared to have nothing on at all, not even underwear. But a light swung over to her, as the ship tossed a little into the sea, and showed that she was actually wearing a skin tight body suit, that almost appeared to be rubber rather than spandex. It clung to her naked body from neck to toe, as it almost rid up her butt, but allowed flexibility, as she walked over a little more to the light. Her fingers and toes were also encased in the suit as well, and there appeared to be no seams whatsoever.
She stopped in front of what appeared to be a rack of sorts, containing gauntlets and boots of futuristic means. The gauntlets could go up to her elbows, ending in sharp points, with a compact back hand guard, along with a thumb sling to let her thumb link in to the gauntlets, like a pair of gloves. The boots were just as sharp tipped as well, with the soles of the boots appeared to be of space suit specs, and with the ankles having cylinder apparatuses.
She was about to get ready, when she stopped, and heard gunshots from outside. "They're starting already? But Silas hasn't given the signal."
Outside, the ship was firing on the cargo vessel, without giving them much warning. Aboard the vessel, the front watch reported, "Sir! They haven't given us a warning, or even relayed with us at all." Suddenly, two shots hit the windshields, causing the watch to jump back in surprise.
"Fire a warning shot across their bow, and order them to surrender immediately," the officer stated.
"Captain!" someone called out, sounding both surprised and frustrated. "What in Uncle Sam's star spangled underwear's going on?"
The one who had spoken up was an African American man of somewhat in his forties. He had short curled hair combed back, a serious look on his face that told he didn't like to get messed with, and had a sort of paunch to where his stomach was, although amazingly the man was physically fit for his built and age. He was dressed in a navy blue business suit and a white shirt, accompanied with black shoes.
"We're under attack, Mr. Fowler," the captain stated.
"That's Agent Fowler, and I thought that pirates didn't come out in this kind of water," Fowler asked.
"These aren't pirates," the Captain simply replied.
Suddenly the first mate paled, as he stated, "Sir! They're firing rocket launchers at us!"
And at that moment, rocket missiles hit the side of the ship
Back On the Enemy Ship
The unidentified girl put down a pair to glasses, neatly folded up and placed on a discarded black and military green uniform, neatly folded, along with the bra and panties. "I'm going out now," the female stated to an unknown source.
"Request denied," a strong and military male voice commanded. "I haven't given you an order yet, Dark Angel."
"People will die if I don't," the girl stated as she walked to the armor, slipping her feet into the boots.
"People will die eventually," the voice argued, as she slipped on the gauntlets, flexing her free fingers. "Even if you go, it won't change a thing, soldier."
"That's true, but the one thing that will change will be the number of lives that survive," the girl argued.
"Await my orders, Dark Angel," the voice boomed out.
But the girl ignored it, as she spoke a command, "Activate System MECH 7."
Suddenly, a motorcycle helmet of sorts came down from the rack on robotic arms, and she graciously took it. Another arm appeared, and attacked to her back a hexagon-shaped backpack apparatus, that clamped on to her shoulders and ribs gently but securely. Two metallic pieces were locked on to her thin but attractive hips, holding what appeared to be two daggers of sorts. She slipped on the helmet, as it locked on to her head, sheathing two metal pieces behind her head and locking up, hiding her identity. Her boots, gauntlets, and even her backpack steamed out to life. In her helmet, a digital display was showing everything to be green; vitals, blood pressure, metabolism, and all suit systems ready for combat.
"Dark Angel, hold on," the male voice still tried to order the individual, but to no avail.
Suddenly outside, a port aboard the enemy vessel shot open, and out firing like a bullet from a ship cannon, was the armored female at the cargo ship. Once she was halfway there, she did a backflip for momentum, and her boots fired boosters to help stable her landing on the ship. She landed crouched style on the vessel, as guards showed up, firing at her. But for some strange reason the bullets bounced off her body. She looked at the soldiers, and pulled out the two daggers, connecting them together to the hilt. And in an amazing feat, the blades extended out, making it look like a double bladed sword staff, similar to what Darth Maul would fight with.
As the soldiers wasted their time to fight with bullets, the girl flipped to one side, and swiped at one of the men, hitting him with the blunt end of the blades. She then charged at another man, retracting the end of the blade, and smacking it into his face, knocking him out cold. She unsheathed the blade again, and ran for an open port door. However, her passage way was blocked by another man with a gun. She hopped into the air, as she twirled the staff in her hand, and slashed down, slicing the gun in half. The man fell down on his butt, cringing in fear of what happened.
She then spotted another man with a rocket launcher, aiming it at her ship. She then held the staff javelin style, and tossed it right at the man. It hit his right thigh, causing him to fall down in pain, but in that moment, fired the launcher. The blast hit the side of the ship, causing an explosion and some of the men to fall into the seas.
The girl ran into the dust and smoke, and jumped into the hole.
Inside
The girl looked around to where she was at, and saw the target in sight. Apparently, it was loaded with state of the art vehicles of Honda and Toyota build. Her helmet scanned them, as she confirmed their target, "Confirmed. They're smuggling the weapon vehicles to America, Silas. Orders. Apparently nobody's aboard but the crew, and one Special US Agent."
"So it's a covert mission," the man named Silas smirked. "Take control of it."
"Roger that," she responded, as she ran to a stairwell, heading up to the pilot house. At the moment, she pulled out two dangerous looking pistols, as she asked, "Now aren't you glad I insisted on coming aboard?"
"Don't make a habit out of it," Silas warned calmly.
She ran to a corner, peeking to the side but staying out of range. She spotted five men running up with arms. She jumped out, and fired her right gun, keeping her left up and ready. They easily went down, as she rushed to the pilot house.
Pilot House
Once she got up there, she stopped as soon as someone shot at her foot. She whipped at the target, and came to a stand off with one Agent Fowler. In one hand he held a Desert Eagle 9 mm pistol, and in the other, appeared to be a radio detonator. "Now hold it, young miss," Fowler warned her. "I don't wanna do anything we'll both regret."
"Give it up," she warned him, still holding the guns down at her side. "You don't have a way out of this, so just surrender."
Fowler didn't flinch, as his resolve was hardened, "You know I can't do that." He then also pointed out, "Don't you seem to be a little young for this?"
"Don't you seem a little out of shape for this," she shot.
Fowler smirked, "Good point on both ends here."
"It won't work," she stated, as she was referring to the trigger on both his hands.
The two were standing to a point of a draw. This was what would some would like to call an old western, except no one was drawing for their guns at their holsters, but were already out. Finally, in a flash, the girl shot both the gun and the detonator out of both his hands. He grasped his slightly hurt left hand, as he frowned at the girl, who simply said, "I told you: it wouldn't work."
Suddenly, both ships shook violently, as both Fowler and the armored girl nearly fell off their feet. In front of both ships, something massive was coming out of the water. Those outside of both ships, as well as Fowler and the girl getting back on her feet bore witness to what was going on outside at the moment. Slowly coming out of the ocean, was a massive ship of sorts. It's sides and wings were sharp and demonic, as its horned nose almost sliced at the heavens. The ship escaped the watery floors and how hovered above them, bigger than any Aircraft Carrier or any 1940 US Battleship could possibly imagine. It could very well be bigger than a city from the size of it, as it dwarfed the two ships.
Suddenly, strange blue lights began scanning both vessels, causing the systems to short out for a moment. Then the lights died down, and for a moment, the ship's interior began to warble like ripples in a pond, and then disappear from everyone's sight.
"What in Daniel Boone's undies is going on here?" Fowler asked, completely in shock. But in the confusion, the enemy ship was beginning to disappear. Once Fowler noticed this, he also noticed the girl had made a break for it.
Back on the enemy ship, which had deployed smoke barrels to cover their escape, as they sped off, the girl was back on the bridge. Once she was inside, she took off her helmet to reveal herself to be an Asian girl of sixteen, raven black hair tied in a bun, pale skin and green eyes.
She walked over to console, as she reported, "I'm sorry, Silas. But we lost the ship and cargo in the confusion. I was unable to commandeer it."
"No need to be discouraged, Dark Angel," the one called Silas calmly replied on the other end of the comms. "It seems MECH, has found something far more useful. And much more technologically valuable."
Three Months Later
United States of America
Appalachian Mountains
Antigo
In the large land area of Antigo, somewhere in the Appalachian Mountains of the United States, lives a town full of thriving people in a community that has flourished since the 1800's. A small little town grew into a thriving city that had everything in it: shopping mall, theatre, museum, neighborhoods, even its own zoo. But at the moment, deep near the forest was where the real events that would come to play would begin.
Driving along the countryside road was a ruby red Dodge Challenger; a regular muscle car with a pair of iron bull horns on the hood acting as a hood. It was driving along the road, as the driver was talking to an unknown source. "So there we were, minding our own business, with Aelita sleeping in the backseats all cute and cozy," a male voice spoke up. "When all of a sudden, these high beams shot out from behind me."
"Yeah, and it turns out, he was illegally parked," a young female spoke up.
Sitting in the driver's seat was a young sixteen Caucasian girl with her hands on the steering wheel. She had icy blue hair that came down to cover her mid-back with one of her bangs almost covered her right eye, her skin was pale as snow white, and her eyes were a dazzling green. Her figure was so slim and yet it looked like she was physically fit. She wore a tight body suit colored white and blue, with small armored shoulder guards, armor wrist guards, a gray utility belt, and blue boot shoes that connected to her suit.
"It was a good thing that Cliffjumper awoke me in time, so I could hide in the trunk of the car," she smiled. "If they had caught me, they would have arrested me for not having the issued papers and card necessary for identification for car ownership or even to show I'm allowed to drive."
"You said it, Aelita," the male voice chuckled… from a rather sophisticated setup that was the car's radio, CD player, and apparently GPS system in the center of the dashboard.
Far from Antigo
Driving along the same road, a black and blue sports motorcycle was driving down the road, with a female in a tight leather jump suit and black helmet, was driving it. The driver credulously asked, "Let me guess. Another parking ticket?"
"Better: the boot," the male voice responded.
"The big metal clamp on the rear wheel," the female asked. "Impossible to remove? Oy, you really know how to get into trouble, Cliff."
Back in Antigo
"Bingo," Cliffjumper stated. "So the local police do their thing, and I let them all go down the block. That's when I kick off my new shiny shoe, and… BANG!"
"New York's finest soil themselves," the female biker chick said on the receiver.
Aelita stiffened a chuckle, but turned serious, "Oh, that is not funny. Wouldn't you agree, Arcee?"
"Can't complain with her on that, Cliff," Arcee responded.
"What can I say you two," Cliffjumper stated. "You mess with Cliff…"
"… and you get the horns," the two girls stated. Cliffjumper had to chuckle at that part, as Arcee pointed out, "Not sure how that regulates with Autobot Rule no. 1. Which is keep a low profile."
"What can I say: patrolling around dullsville for Energon is both lonesome and boring," Cliffjumper stated. "It almost makes me miss the Decepticons that showed up three months ago."
Three months ago, when the demonic alien ship had awakened, a number of earthquakes had happened. Some of them originating in Antigo, which caused the inactive volcano to slightly rumble to life, causing the golden ship to stir back up. Within it, the occupants had awakened and had been alerted to the enemy ship being activated as well. And now, it was a matter of which side would find the other.
"Like Antigo, Virginia's party central," Arcee remarked, as she made a turn. "We're alone wherever we go on this giant rock, you two."
Aelita seemed saddened by that, as she looked at the country and forest they were passing. She sighed heavily as she leaned on the window. Cliff took notice of that, as the steering wheel moved itself, as he asked, "Hey, what's the matter, girl?"
Aelita didn't turn her eyes to him, but kept with the scenery, "It's nothing, Cliffjumper."
"Come on. You can tell us," Arcee spoke up on the radio.
Aelita turned her attention to the windshield, as she watched the front, "I guess I just feel… lonely."
"Lonely? You got us," Cliffjumper implied. "How could you be lonely?"
Arcee seemed to figure it out, as she spoke up, "I think she's implying that she wants to talk to the locals. You know, the humanoids."
"It's just that I am apparently the only humanoid among the Autobots, since Optimus had awakened me," Aelita explained, as she leaned back in the driver's seat. "I just want the chance to make a friend. Someone my age."
"Yeah…" Cliff stated. "I don't think there are humans that are roughly or chronologically 4 million years old."
"Cliff," Arcee sternly stated. "What did we talk about?"
Cliffjumper sighed, knowing full well that Aelita was a stranger among both their kind. So he did his best to cheer her up, "I'll tell ya what: after this run, why don't we stop at that burger joint in town. What'd they call it?"
"The Sonic Burger?" Aelita questioned, but sound a little happy about it.
"Yeah, you could pull up, talk to some people, take a break from this little secret war we've got going," the disembodied voices spoke up.
Aelita's smile grew on her face, as she gushed out, "Really? Oh, thank you, Cliffjumper."
"Just keep a low profile on it, okay?" Arcee stated. "I'll do my best to keep Ratchet from noticing your lengthily departure in Antigo."
Suddenly, the dashboard's GPS screen lit up, catching Aelita's and Cliff's attention. It switched over to a localized map, detailing a certain area in the forest. There was a major hot spot, detailing a massive energy spike somewhere in the area. Aelita lit up, as did Cliffjumper, as he reported, "Good news: seems we found a signal."
"Need backup," Arcee asked.
"When do I ever," Cliffjumper stated, as the Dodge Challenger automatically changed direction deep into the forest.
It sped through the darkened forest, until it hit a clearing and slowed down. It then stopped, as it was at the edge of a massive stadium sized it. It was almost as if something or someone had dug up the hole. And in it were massive pillar sized electric blue crystal constructs. They seemed to pulsate with energy, humming with a tuning fork tune of their own. For the Dodge Challenger and the girl, this seemed like a worthwhile discovery.
"We just found ourselves a whole lot of Energon," Cliff reported.
Aelita got out of the car, as she inspected the pit's Energon supply. She smiled brightly, as she said, "This might last the Ark for a while."
But suddenly, their happy moment was abruptly gone, as they heard an ominous hum in the air. And then it was all darkened, as a shadow slowly loomed on top of them both. Aelita looked up, and saw the demonic alien ship that she and her friends were all too familiar. "The Nemesis," she gasped.
Suddenly, the Dodge Challenger reared back a little, getting a little far from Aelita. And then suddenly, it split and started to transform in different sections. Finally, its transformation was complete, as a sixteen foot male robot colored silver and red had taken its place. The four wheels were converted into the robot's calves and butt. The front bumper and hood of the car had been turned into the robot's chest. Its legs were red with gray knee guards, the feet were red with the ankles and toes gray. Its biceps were gray, and its forearms were big, smooth, and red, with its hands gray and had four fingers. His shoulders were gray and red. And finally, his head was red with silver horns on the head, and a gray faceplate, with blue eyes. This was Cliffjumper's true form, a heroic Autobot warrior.
He scooted Aelita behind him, as he contacted with a headpiece to his comrades, "Arcee. About that backup you mentioned: we're gonna need it."
Suddenly, the Nemesis targeted Cliffjumper in the rear, and shot him. An explosion sent him and Aelita flying down into the pit. Cliffjumper grunted, as he crashed back first into one of the Energon crystals. But as Aelita was screaming, as she was about to crash into the ground, Cliff reached out and caught her. He gently set her down, as she hid behind him as a shield to protect her.
Cliffjumper shook his head, as he groaned, "Ah, sucker-shoot me in the back, will ya?"
At that moment, seven figures hopped out from an opening from the ship's hull. They hopped down and stood at the edge of the pit, as they revealed themselves to Cliffjumper, and the hiding Aelita. The seven robots were identical, standing at the same height as Cliffjumper, but with black and violet bodies, their frames more thin and claw-covered, as they had three clawed finger digits and two clawed toes in the front. Their faceplates were gray and with black visors only showing a single red eye, and no mouth. These were the ground drones of the Decepticons, the Vehicons.
They immediately held their hands out, as they morphed into single barrel laser guns, and began to fire. Cliffjumper held his arms up like shields, mostly to cover for Aelita, who hid behind him. His hands and forearms transformed into three barreled guns, as he looked to Aelita, "Kid, run! I'll meet you back at the forest."
Aelita nodded, "Okay! Just be careful, Cliffjumper!" And just like that, she sped away, dodging the fire with ease, as she reached the other end of the battle, and climbed to avoid the fight.
Now that Aelita was out of the way, Cliffjumper was itching to finish the fight. He looked to the Vehicon drones, as he warned them, "Fair warning to ya. I'm gonna put a few dings in ya!"
He transformed immediately into vehicle mode, and raced up the side. At the right speed, he shot up in the air, and transformed back into robot mode, as he brought the hurt on.
Elsewhere
Driving down the desert highway elsewhere, a blue and red semi-trailer truck was driving down the way. On its grill was a red faced symbol of sorts. But at the moment, the truck picked up a radio signal from Arcee, as she was calling out to all Autobots. And the truck being one of them. "Optimus! Cliffjumper and Aelita are under attack," Arcee called. "We need all the Autobots pronto, or they'll be neck deep in scrap."
"Understood," Optimus responded, as he radioed for backup, "Ratchet. Do you have a lock on to Cliffjumper's energy signature?"
Somewhere snowing, an emergency Search and Rescue Hummer H2 ambulance was speeding as fast as it could. It responded, "I have him locked on. But Jazz is in California detecting a possible Energon source. Perceptor's back at the Ark, readying the Ground-Bridge as we speak. And the rest of the team's scattered in different time zones. I don't think Perceptor's going to be able to do it in time."
"Understood," Optimus radioed, as he then called on to everyone. "Arcee. Bulkhead. Bumblebee. Ironhide. Jazz. Return to base, and have Perceptor prepare the Ground-Bridge."
Back in the Forest
Cliffjumper's fight was going a little good, as he had knocked and thrown down one of the Vehicons. He managed to get a solid punch on the second one, but that soon changed, as one of them slashed at his back. He arched out in pain, as he stumbled a bit, but then was kicked in the chest, as he stumbled to another Vehicon, who backhanded him with a blade. Until he stumbled to another one who got a good right punch to him, breaking off his right horn, as it stumbled down into the pit, along with Cliffjumper, as he crashed down.
Aelita looked in pale horror, until she finally cried out for her friend, "CLIFFJUMPER, NO!"
The remaining drones then turned their attention to her, to which she back up to a tree in fear. The drones slowly made their way to her, as they attempted to grab her. Cliff barely got back to his feet, until he noticed the drones were coming after her now. He shook his head, as he pulled out what appeared to be a detonator of sorts, and threw it at the Energon deposits.
He sighed, "So much for a big haul."
He then fired a shot at a couple of the drones, getting their attention. They ignored Aelita and slid down in the pit, as Cliffjumper charged forward, firing, "YOU WANT THE HORNS, YOU GOT'EM!"
The drones fired back at him, as he dodged their shots, keeping them occupied as the detonator was slowly getting closer and close. The beeping of the bomb began to quicken, until finally…
KA-BLAM!
The explosion ruptured the Energon crystals, making them heavily unstable. Once that happened, they exploded as well, hitting Cliffjumper in the process, sending him flying out of the pit. The Vehicons weren't so lucky, as they were consumed by the blue flames of the blast. The explosion erupted, almost reaching to the Nemesis, as the blue flame cloud began to dissipate completely, until all that was left was a smoking hole, and five drones dead, and two stumbling out dragging the remains of one of their own.
At that moment, Cliffjumper limped out of there, barely holding together, and scored to heck. Aelita ran up to him, as he carefully scooped her up. "Cliffjumper," she almost cried out to her friend, as she gently brushed his chest. "You're hurt badly."
"I'll manage," he weakly said, as he jogged out of there. "Right now, we need to get some distance, and head back to the base." He sprinted out of there, not taking a chance to go into Vehicle mode and race away on only two good tires at that time, seeing as how the explosion destroyed two out of four of them.
Aboard the Nemesis
Watching the battle, in the dark and advanced technological Pilot Bridge, was the Decepticon in charge. He was a thin but powerful male robot colored dark and light grays, with a few red spots on him. He was eighteen to twenty feet in height, with four wings and had the characteristic features of an F-22 Raptor fighter jet. His face was thin with a pointy chin, his arms longer than appearance, with a high-heel shape on his feet. His chest almost resembled a demonic face, which strayed away from his read eyes. This was Starscream, Air Commander to the Decepticon Battle Fleet, as well as a rather cowardly, arrogant, lying, suck up to the true leader of the Decepticons, Megatron.
But at the moment, he was not at all happy with the scene, "The Energon's worthless to me now." He huffed, "As well as the Autobot who made it so." He then ordered, "Take us out of here! Now!"
Outside
As soon as the order was made, the Nemesis disappeared into the sky, taking off at full force. Once it disappeared, a rip in the fabric of space appeared, creating a green swirling vortex. And out of the vortex came the red and white Search and Rescue Hummer H2 Ambulance, a green and black All-Terrain Duster Renault truck, a modified GMC Topkick C4500 pickup truck, a yellow with black striped 2007 Cevorlette Camaro, a Blue Earth Motorcycle, a hardtop champagne silver colored Pontiac Solstice GXP with two white lines and one black line vertically going back and forth, and finally the red and blue semi-truck jumped out.
In an instant they all transformed from robot to vehicle mode.
The motorcycle transformed into a streamline and sexy female black and blue warrior bot. She stood up to almost eleven feet in height, and looked more humanoid than the others. The front wheel was in her back while the other wheel split down making her calves on her blue greaves and black feet. Her fingers were slender and claw like, and she transformed one of her hands into a rifle barrel, ready for battle. Her face was gray as her head was blue with a silver spike sticking upward, and two little blue wings were sticking out of her back. This was Arcee, the scout and only female of the group.
The GMC pickup truck transformed into a twenty-one foot heavily muscled fighting robot. He was colored black and gray, with blue eyes on his silver faceplate. The truck's front had split and become his shoulders while the two front tires had become part of his armored chest. He had a large scar on his right eye going down to his chin. He had an energy rocket launcher on his left arm, and a plasma rocket launcher on his right arm, armed and ready for combat. He was Ironhide, the weapon specialist of the Autobots, as well as an old friend of Optimus.
The Solstice transformed into a sleek sixteen foot robot similar to Cliffjumper. He was colored white and silver, with his head being black and his faceplate gray, with a blue visor covering his eyes, as well as a head visor to merge with the visor, making it look like he had a hat on. He had four fingers like the others, and the grill of the car became his chest, split to make them into his chest-shoulders in appearance, with the headlights in front. The two rear wheels were in his back, while the two front wheels were made into his ankles. He was Jazz, first lieutenant and friend of Optimus before the war.
The yellow and black Camaro had transformed into a sixteen foot male robot as well. Sharing similar traits with both Cliffjumper and Jazz, although he did seem to be younger than the two. His shoulders were his rear wheels with yellow and black armor shielding them, while his ankles were the other two wheels. His frame was slim but build well, all being colored yellow and black. The grill and front lights were his chest, and the front doors were on his back, looking like wings. His head was yellow and his faceplate was gray, with a little bit of the yellow covering his mouth, and his blue eyes looked around, as his right arm turned into a double barrel gun. He was Bumblebee, the youngest of the Autobots, the last of a young generation before his home world of Cybertron went into shutdown.
The all terrain truck transformed into a hulking twenty foot male robot. His body was heavily muscled, with the rear tires put in his back and two made into his ankles. His frame was colored gray, black, and military green. His frame was so large, that his little legs seemed to wobble if he ran. His head was green, while his faceplate was gray, and had a rather huge chin. He was Bulkhead, a Wrecker, Muscle Man, but overall a gentle giant for battle.
The Ambulance transformed into an eighteen foot male robot. His colors were white, red, and gray, and he had sort of a rectangular build with his body. He had a red backpack structure into his back, with an antenna sticking out, with the rear tires as his ankles and the others two made into his elbows. He had a somewhat cranky but slightly older look to him. He was Ratchet, the Field Medic and sometimes Inventor/Engineer of the Autobots.
And lastly, the truck had transformed into a twenty-five foot male heroic robot. His arms and chassis were red, with the windshield acting as his chest, as the exhaust pipes sticking out of his back like samurai sword hilts. His legs were silver with the bottom and foot part blue, with the four wheels embedded into the sides of the lower legs. His massive right arms surged with strength, as his right arm transformed into a blaster cannon. His head was blue with two antennas sticking out on the sides, as his gray faceplate was shown with blue eyes, and a retractable gray mouth guard that folded back in. Out of all of them, he stood heroic, righteous, noble; a true leader if any seen possible. He was Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots, Bearer of the Matrix of Leadership, and the Last of the Primes.
They surveyed the area, their blasters ready for action, but they had come too late. Once they realized the danger was gone, they retracted their weapons, and surveyed the area, as Optimus deduced, "An untapped Energon deposit."
"Or what's left of one," Bulkhead stated.
"This is the first activity the Decepticons made since we all awoke three months ago," Ironhide stated, itching at the bit to blow the Deceptions up.
"That we know of," Optimus pointed out. "If they're scouting for Energon, they may be preparing for his return."
No one spoke up as to what Optimus meant by his return. He was referring to Megatron, the self-proclaimed leader of the Decepticons. He had disappeared from the last time Optimus and he fought. He had escaped through a Space-Bridge, claiming he would return with an army to both crush the Autobots, and seize control of this energy-filled world. But that would have to wait, as they had teammates to look for.
The team surveyed the area, looking for whatever remained of the battle, in the hopes of finding their friends. Arcee and Bumblebee hopped down to get a closer look, hoping to find a trace that they were still alive. But it wasn't a good one, as Arcee gasped at what she had found. The broken piece of horn that Cliffjumper had lost during the battle. She knelt down ant scooped it up in her small but powerful hands, clasping on to the one thing that was a reminder of her partner and friend.
She shook her head, not believing that he was offline, "No…"
Ratchet and Optimus had looked to what she had found, and the mighty Autobot Leader looked to Ratchet, "Ratchet. Can you get a fix on his location?"
The medic bot opened a port on his right arm, which had shown to be an Energon Spark reader. It acted like a lifeline on a vital stasis machine you'd find in a hospital. But the signal seemed scrambled, "Argh! It's no good. There's too much Energon interference; I can't get a reading."
"Then that means old Cliff's still functioning, right," Jazz asked.
"If he were, why didn't he respond back to us?" Ironhide grumbled.
"I'm not giving up on that adrenaline junkie yet," Ratchet pointed out. "Until we hear from him, and until the interference is gone, we still must retain hope that both he and Aelita are still online."
Elsewhere
Back on the Nemesis
As Starscream continued to search for any signs of the Autobots, which Cliffjumper had been the first in three months, a new figure walked towards him on the Bridge platform. He was a male robot of Starscream's height, colored dark violet, black and grays, but looked the most alien of all. He had chicken-like hind legs, a humanoid torso, his arms were flattened wings and his fingers claws like Starscream's, and his face was a visor only, with a crown of spikes adorning his head. He was Soundwave, the spy of the Decepticons, and chief follower of the mighty Megatron.
"Soundwave," Starscream grumbled, not really in the mood to be bothered by the spy. "What is it?"
Soundwave then began to mimic Arcee's voice from the conversation she and Cliffjumper had earlier with Aelita, "Like Antigo, Virginia's party central? We're alone wherever we go on this giant rock, you two."
Starscream seemed to light up, as he schemed, "Ah yes, the one called Arcee. I almost forgotten about her." He then chuckled evilly, as he asked, "Why settle for two, when we still have the element of surprise?"
But then Soundwave then reported in a monotone drone synthesized voice, "Autobot and humanoid are still at large. What shall we do about them?"
Starscream waved them off, "Eh. Have Barricade and Frenzy hunt them down."
The Decepticon Spy bowed, "As you command, Air Commander." And then proceeded to walk away.
But Starscream whipped around, and proclaimed, "That's Acting Lord Starscream to you, Soundwave!"
Soundwave stopped in his tracks, and then turned his head to Starscream, as he simply said, "For now." And proceeded to walk away to alert the ones called Barricade and Frenzy.
As he left, Starscream smirked in his scheming, "Yes, for now. But much soon, I will be the new lord and master of the Decepticons. Provided that Megatron stays gone on his search for the ultimate army."
Next Chapter: More than Meets the Eye; Darkness Rising pt.2
Vehicle Modes
Cliffjumper: Dodge Challenger
Bumblebee: 2007 Cevorlette Camaro
Bulkhead: All-Terrain Duster Renault
Ratchet: Search and Rescue Hummer H2 Ambulance
Jazz: Pontiac Solstice
Ironhide: a modified GMC Topkick C4500 pickup truck
Voice Actors:
Justin Seyvont: Aaron Dismuke (Alphonse Elric)
Aelita: Tia Ballard (Mizore Shirayuki)
Alex Foxx/Jazz: Phil Lamarr
Aoi Fukimachi: Monical Rial (Konoka Konoe)
Macy Tamerson: Brittney Karbowski