Hey everyone, Endario hear again. I feel that this needs to be said, I cannot guarantee a consistent upload schedule. I am a lazy bastard, who is still in highschool. I will not be working on my stories nonstop. I also have a question for you all, should I keep Miko human? Or make them into something more? I already have plans for Raf. Let me know in the comments. With that out of the way, I hope that you enjoy my latest chapter.
"Autobots, roll out!" = normal voice
"Decepticons, retreat!" over the comms
"I got a bad feeling" =telepathy/ Cybertronian
"Shit…" = signing (will be used much more by Bumblebee and OC than others)
- (Third person POV, but focused on the Darby Boys)-
The three vehicles entered the base, rounding a curved hallway, and found themselves in a massive room. In this room was a large, giant robot sized workstation, complete with monitors, and what looked like machines used in science labs. (I have no better way to describe the main room, or Ratchet's lab) Working at said station was a large orange and white robot. It had bulky shoulders, and what looked like the screen of a heart monitor on both of its forearms. The robot turned to face the the robots in disguise, as the humans stepped away from them, to allow them to transform. It was then that Greg noticed, that there was a fourth person, a girl who accompanied his brother, on the Motorcycle. As the robots assumed their true forms, Jack and Greg took a minute to asses how human they looked. And how familiar…..
"Four? I thought there were only three!" The orange bot exclaimed, to which the motorcycle replied, "Haven't you heard, Ratchet? Humans multiply." The Darby boys snickered at the remark, while the girl looked incredibly flustered, while Raf, just looked lost.
The girl looked over at Bulkhead, and Greg could swear that he saw stars in her eyes.
"Hi there! I'm Miko, what's your name?! I bet you're a truck! NO! A monster truck! Do you ever use a wrecking ball as a punching bag!?" Everyone sighed at the newly dubbed Miko's enthusiasm.
Clearing his throat, Raf asked a question, directed to the orange mech, "If you guys are robots, who made you?" Ratchet scoffed at the boy's question, clearly taking offence to the thought of being someone's creation. Before Ratchet had the chance to retort, loud footsteps we heard coming from deeper in the base. After a few seconds, a towering robot emerged from the hallway. It was blue and red, with windows on it's chest, and exhaust columns protruding from it's back. (You know what Optimus looks like)
The massive being, spoke in a deep, baritone voice, "We are cyber-organic beings originating from the planet Cybertron. I am Optimus Prime, and these are my teammates, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Arcee and Ratchet." The newly dubbed Optimus pointed to each of the other titans.
Jack and Greg were having a silent conversation, trying to determine why these beings felt so familiar, and had, for the most part, ignored the conversations led by Raf and Optimus. They did, however overhear about the war that had been going on for centuries, and felt a strange feeling in themselves, a mix of anger and pride. What was that about? The boys began to ponder what they had felt,
That was, until an alarm went off. Optimus deduced it to be Agent Fowler, their government liaison. This scared the brothers, what if this Fowler discovered their gifts? Would they be shipped off to a government research lab? They were ushered out of the room by Prime, who didn't wish for the agent to meet the children at this time.
Greg looked over to his brother, before tapping his temple twice, asking for a mental link. Jack nodded, and his eyes briefly glowed blue, which went unseen by the other children.
"Do you think that this is a good idea? What if they find out about your chest, and my arm? We could be….. be…." Jack put a soothing hand on his brother's flesh shoulder. "As long as we don't attract attention to ourselves, the cloaking implant should work. Remember? We send out a mental block, that prevents people from noticing our…. Enhancements. As long as we keep our distance, we will be fine." Greg nodded, feeling relieved that they would be safe. The brothers did not notice that Raf had observed the entire conversation, and noticed the emotions that flowed off the two teens. They seemed to be very stressed, unusually so. Raf could see the absolute terror in their eyes, but he couldn't understand why…
Agent Fowler spent a good couple of minutes yelling at Optimus about the incident involving the decepticons (This is still the pilot, you know which one), before warning them that if they couldn't handle it, he would. And with that, he left.
After the agent left the base, Bumblebee motioned for the kids to come out of hiding,
"Optimus, I am detecting a corrupted autobot signal…. It's Cliffjumper's" Ratchet's voice was filled with worry, and concern. Had Cliff survived? Or was this a decepticon trick? The hope in Arcee's optics was just too painful to bear. She turned to Optimus,
"Optimus, please. If there's any chance Cliff is still alive…."
"Autobots, prepare to roll out. Rachet, prepare sickbay, we may need it."
Ratchet spun up the ground-bridge, and the rest of the autobots transformed and drove through the portal.
The children, sans Greg and Jack, were flabbergasted at the display, while the Darby brothers felt it was scarily familiar, like they already knew it in their hearts…
"Jack? You don't think…." Greg started to ask,
"Only one way to find out…" Jack responded.
Nodding to his brother, Greg turned to the medic, waving to get his attention. The medic noticed the movement, and sighed, turning away from explaining to Raphael and Miko how the ground bridge worked,
"*sigh* Yes?" He asked, thoroughly fed up with humans at the moment,
"He wants you to scan his arm, his left one." Jack spoke on Greg's behalf, as he could not speak. Ratchet sighed again, not understanding why the left arm was more important than the right, or why he was even entertaining such an idea. Nevertheless, he initiated a simple scan, just to humor the mute teen, but what he found was startling. Cybertronian Alloy.
CYBERTRONIAN METAL! The child was made of metal! He was Cybertronian, but how.
The humans were snickering at the flabbergasted look on his face.
"I guess that settles it." Jack said, "I knew you guys looked familiar…" Jack proceeded to take off his shirt, revealing his metal torso. Greg deactivated his cloaking implant, revealing his metal arm.
Miko and Raf realized that these two brothers, were related to the robots that lived in this silo, Ratchet realized that he was looking at a pair of techno organic fusion components, a race that had been extinct for eons. These two were probably the last of their kind, and they had no idea.
Raf suddenly realized why Jack and Greg were so terrified, they were afraid of being taken away! They weren't fully human, so the government might try to take them away.
¨Optimus, I have something you need to see...¨ Ratchet spoke into his comlink, and was going to explain that he had discovered an extinct species, but what he heard next was spark-stopping.
The inhuman growling of a terrorcon.
¨Ratchet, open the ground bridge, quickly!¨ Optimus shouted into his com, to which the medic quickly complied, opening the swirling vortex.
Jack spared a look at Greg, almost as if asking a silent question. Greg nodded, and the two dashed through the portal, before Ratchet could even react.
Jack and Greg jumped through the portal, feeling a slight nausia, but found that it dissipated quickly. Greg looked to his brother, still shirtless, and gave a small bow, before activating a feature of his arm. With the sound of shifting metal, his arm began to change. In place of his wrist and hand, was now a long blade, a good 4 feet of hard, durable metal. Greg then dashed away with superhuman speed and grace, looking akin to a dancer as he flew through the air of the cave.
A Vehicon was firing at the smallest Autobot, hoping to wound the small, agile second-in-command. His concentration was cut off by a loud battle cry, then he saw nothing. His helm fell to the ground by his feet, dead. His comrades looked at his corpse in terror, as his killer was perched upon his shoulder. A small, human like thing gazed at them, before raising it´s blade arm. With a cry that was far too loud to have come from such a small body, the being charged. Four more Vehicons were no more. Their corpses fell to the ground, soaking it in Energon.
Megatron gazed upon the battle that raged around him, the tides were slowly turning in favor of the Autobots, despite his terrorcon warrior. The warlord was about to transform and make his way back to his warship, when he heard a thunderous battle cry. Megatron turned his helm to see four of his loyal troops cut down at the same time by a human!
Wait… that was no human, it was a techno organic! How in the name of Cybertron had Prime managed to get his servos on such a creature? They were extinct. Megatron also observed a second techno organic, using a form of chest cannon to dispatch more of his troops, the warlord then decided it was time to go, his terrorcon would deal with his adversary, he was sure of it.
-{With Optimus and the Autobots}-
The battle was long and grueling for the Autobots. There were hundreds of Decepticon drones to deal with, not to mention the undead corpse of the Autobot Cliffjumper.
The pain in Arcee's faceplate was spark breaking. Her second partner, who she thought she had lost, was still somewhat alive, but in the thrall of Megatron.
The battle was put on temporary hold, as a great battle cry was heard, and every helm, even Cliffjumper´s, was turned to find a human with a robotic arm slew four drones in the blink of an optic.
Bulkhead recognized the human as the same human, who not minutes before, was sitting in his seat. He sat in disbelief, the kid truly was a con killer… but how, and what exactly was he?
The others had similar reactions, except for Optimus Prime, for he knew of Techno Organics, his time in as a data clerk, meant that he knew a great deal about Cybertronian history. He knew that they were extinct. He had to ponder how such magnificent creatures could exist in a time like this, Cybertron was dead, there was no way for an extinct species like the techno organics to return… unless these two had been on Earth all along. Optimus let out a small gasp, as he recognized the two techno organics as two of the humans that arrived at base before Cliffjumper's signal was detected.
Speaking of Cliffjumper, he was currently being cornered by one of the techno organics… Jack, Optimus believed his name was. The young techno was slowly moving towards the terrorcon, speaking soothingly to him. As he approached the terrorcon the light in his chest began to glow and pulse periodically.
The eyes and the hole in cliff's chest began to pulse in tune with jack's pulses. Suddenly, there was a flash, blinding everyone on the cavern. A few vehicons fell and smashed on the hard, rock floor below.
As the light faded, a lone figure was seen.
The new transformer look like cliffjumper, but seemed a bit taller than usual, with a large silver chest piece, it was ornate, with gold and glass. The most noticeable part of the new transformer, was his eyes and bio lights. The were purple, but would shift to dark blue, then shift back. It was like the two colours were fighting each other for dominance. The being turned to look at the other techno organic, Greg. After a few silent moments, greg turned to Optimus, and nodded, as if to confirm that this new transformer was on their side. He then motioned to the still opened ground bridge, silently saying it was time to go. Optimus was inclined to agree, as the decepticons were beginning to recover from the flash of light and power.
-{Autobot base}-
As Ratchet watched the Autobots return through the ground bridge, he noticed two very important things. One, one of the techno organics was missing, two, cliffjumper had a silver chest piece.
Wait…. Could that be?
"please, tell me where to put myself down to be fixed… I can't stay fused for long." Cliffjumper's voice was strange, like it was two voices talking together in unison. But i realized the implications of what he had said, one of them was hurt, probably badly. Ratchet rushed over, and guided cliffjumper to the medical berth. After laying him down, cliff began to glow a soft silver, then there was a flash, and cliffjumper returned to normal… almost. There was a large hole in his chest, as well as a long slash on his chassis, but he was alive. The small techno organic, Jack, was panting as he lay on cliff's chassis.
" Ive siphoned out the dark energon, but his chassis is still damaged… he still needs help." and with that, Jack passed out, no doubt exhausted by the endeavour.
Greg jumped up, grabbed his brother off the wounded mech, then took his brother to a platform connected to the main terminal of the control center.
The Autobots turned to Greg, clearly expecting an explanation, all except for Bulkhead, who knew that Greg was incapable of talking.
Bumblebee looked at Cliffjumper, who was being hooked up to an IV by Ratchet, with Greg coming over to help, silently hooking Cliff up to various machines. The others were shocked that Greg knew just where to plug in each machine, and other things that only a medic should know.
Optimus approached the medic and his techno assistant, turning to the latter, he spoke,
¨can you tell us what your brother did? None of us have ever actually seen a techno organic such as yourselves.¨
¨…..¨ Greg did not respond, and just continued to work on the red mech.
When Optimus´ question appeared to be unanswered, Arcee stepped forward to demand that the fleshy answer her leader, but Bulkhead stopped her,
¨He's like Bee.¨ Bulkhead explained, ¨no voice. He´s got a wicked scar across his neck.¨
The others gasped at that, the child was wounded and mute? That was disturbing to know…
Resigned to the fact that they weren't going to get an explanation until Jack awoke, the Autobots watched as the techno organic ran diagnostic on Cliff´s vitals.
The young one was doing a praiseworthy job at fixing the wounded´s injuries, almost as if it was coded into him… interesting.
Hours passed, and the wounds sustained by Cliffjumper had been reduced to Energon stains, and a small soldering line across his chassis. With the most immediately wounded cared for, Greg turned his attention to the other Autobots. Despite the protests of most of the team, the techno organic quickly treated the wounds of the warriors. The only one who didn´t complain about this treatment was Optimus, who had recognized that the teen was in ¨Medic mode¨ which was a state of mind that medics and doctors from Cybertron could dive into. They would treat every wound they could find, like it would end the war. It was most common in minicon medics, as it would allow them to treat the larger wounds much faster, but the prime had seen Ratchet enter this mode a few times, and knew there was nothing that could be done or said, to quell the little medic until his job was done. Even Ratchet stayed clear of the youngling´s path, for even the doctor of doom did not want to anger a medic in full blown medic mode.
With the final repair being to the side of the prime´s helm, he had suffered a minor blow to the head, and his audio receptor was sparking slightly, the tiny medic finally snapped out of medic mode. Greg looked around, as if wondering what was happening, then realized he had gone into another transe. He when he realized he was standing on the Prime's shoulder, his embarrassment only grew.
Optimus held out his hand for the mini medic to climb onto to, which he accepted. As the prime let the small Cybertronian down next to his brother, Greg bowed to the prime, feeling embarrassed at what he had done. As if feeling the youngling´s emotions, Ratchet stepped over to comfort him.
¨Medic mode is nothing to be ashamed of, young medic. Infact, medic mode is what made me able to save young Bumblebee after the battle of Tyger Pax.¨ Greg looked to the yellow scout for confirmation, to which the scout nodded his head.
Feeling better about himself, Greg quickly checked his brother, before settling down next to him for a nap.
The autobots didn't exactly know what to think of the two techno organics, but they were grateful for them saving cliffjumper. They would let them sleep, then decide what to do with them later.