Chapter 2: The Forgotten Son
On April 7th, 1983, we made contact with the Planet known as Earth.
We were ordered by Prime to scout a location for a possible base site along with any possible friendly Autobots on the Planet. Now I, Recoil, Optimus' Third Lt. and nephew, is leading the scouting mission along with my little brother Jet.
Jet is exactly 42,348 years old. I am 50,048 years old and Starfire is 47,788 years old. So we are just teenagers, already scared from warfare. We are the last of our nuclear family, and will gladly continue our family name. We are the Flightbots! Yeah… I could care less for it, yet I love it because it is who we are! Once one of the most respected and known families, now no one even remembers us.
Jet started to walk towards me. This was his first 'official' mission. The battles earlier were from a lone unit. He had no side yet. He wasn't even deemed ready for combat. But he, as stubborn as us all, jumped into battle wings first.
He was around twenty eight feet tall, with a silver frame along with navy blue wing tips and helmet. Just around five feet shorter than me. He reminds me of our father, Asstroburner. Only that his color scheme was a bit different, lacking the red stripes down his arms and the gold rhombus on his chest plate. He and my dad both had the same shape helmet yet for some reason dad's was similar to that of a Prime. Yet our father, along with Prime and Megatron both stood around fifty eight feet tall.
I on the other servo, my body was much bigger and more thick. Giving me a 'body builder' appearance. I too am silver with navy blue wing tips and a helmet similar to that of a Prime, only that mine was black and not navy blue. I have gold stripes around my battle mask and marks of kills. Much like an Ace. After all, last I heard, I was tied with Starscream for the most aerial kills. Currently standing at 9,128 kills, and 29,012 destroyed ground units. I don't know about you, but that is most impressive, especially for mechs so young.
As he turned away from me and towards the hatch, he smiled. This was going to be the first planet he has ever visited. He was excited, moving back and forth. It has been around six months since we took flight out side of the ship. We were due for a stretch.
-Earlier-
"Lt. Recoil and Jet are to be the lead scouting party for this mission. Objectives are; find a suitable base site, locate any friendly forces, if any, avoid any hostile engagement, and refrain from allowing our 'hosts' knowledge of our existence. With that you are to report to hangar bay four. The mission will come hence 0:300. Autobots,.. dismissed!" said Ironhide, our weapons specialist.
After the mission briefing, Starfire went over to our brother Jet, and pulled him aside for awhile.
"Do you think you are ready for this little bro?" she paused. He nodded and gave the 'I am not a sparkling anymore' look to her. She laughed as she pulled him in for a hug. She stood around two feet taller than him, it was funny how much he has grown. She put her hem on his forhem. She was still his 'big sister'. After a few minutes she broke the hug and punched him in his right shoulder.
"Ow! What was that for?," he yelped. "I hate that you guys are still treating me as though I am still learning to fly! I am not a little sparkling any more Star! And one day I will beat you in a race!"
"Is that soo?" she grinned evilly. "Well how about when you first get back from the mission? Does that seem like a good time? Or will you just back out?" she stated.
He got a smirk on his faceplate and before Star could guess what he was going to do, he disappeared. He began laughing as he moved around seemingly unnoticed. Star on the other servo did not budge. She looked down and laughed. He was really stupid sometimes.
"Oh no, my brother has disappeared. I hope he doesn't try to attack me…" I felt the spark line or the 'bond' we shared jumped. I knew that she got him.
Then she grabbed what seemed to be nothing and pulled our brother into her knee, right into his gut and he began to fell.
"You really should remember that I still can see you and even hear you through the bond! It doesn't work on family dumbass. You just tried that last week to Recoil and he flipped you on to your back and you screamed in pain as you wings were bent. Oh how much I loved seeing that, good thing I recorded it! Hahahaha!"
It was true. I flipped him on his back and even pointed my laser at his faceplate. Oh boy, we were about to lose another brother. My instincts are too good, even for me to handle. It be best to pull any stunts or pranks on a master killer.
He got up and walked it off. My sister continuing laughing while I still remained untouched. We are soldiers! There is no more time for fun and games. We are masters of destruction! Not some little sparklings anymore! Who was I kidding? I still enjoyed little humor here and there, yet not as much as others.
I sneaked up on Starfire, she never suspected me to scare her, I haven't done so in years! Oh boy I was going to enjoy this.
"Ah! You bastard! You made me leak myself!" she screamed! "When I get done with you Recoil!...Mh!"
I started laughing and came out of cloak. She stopped staring and being moody and looked at me, dropped her mouth and went in complete shock. She could not believe that her brother came out of his shell and enjoyed himself. She was so happy that she jumped onto me, taking us both straight to the floor.
"Now don't get any ideas from this." She said evilly. Her legs were spread in a cowgirl position over my waist. (And no we never ever got into any 'matting' or 'sex' involvements or whatever you humans call it.)
She is really sick in the head! Really!
"Why in primus would I ever think that!" I responded. She got off me and lifted me up. Your frame work was that of a female, or a femme. Her colors were ruby red, silver and white. Her helm was red along with her shoulders and the tips of her wings. Her arms and legs are silver with a white dent in the pivot points. Her face plate was white, like everyone else in our family. On the center of her torso, she had a sliver star, surrounded by red.
After getting up she punched me in the arm and I just laughed as it just recoiled back into her.
Ironhide came by and just started laughing at us. That bastard dare laugh at me? Well it was good… he and me are old friends along with most every other Autobot officer. We were the same rank, yet he was going to be promoted soon after we reach 'base'. He was around the same height as me but the difference is that I am the guy every femme wants; he is just crazy about his mate Ironstar and weapons.
He once gave me an eleven hour talk about weapons. Which ones to use here…there…when, where, how, and why. Always carry a side-arm, and extra ammunition. I have only once ran out of ammo,.. but I ran into an enemy mech stabbed him with my wing sword… picked up his gun and used it till I found a suitable weapon that met my needs. Lucky enough for me, I found a weapons crate and grabbed a sniper, three static pulse grenades and a nice 40/40 heavy assault rifle.
The rest,.. let's just say I held mine ground till evac made it.
-Present-
Jet looked back at me and transformed. I followed suit, as we began prepping for takeoff.
"You so do not need a gravity mine for this! Do you even know what that is used for? Dam! Get me some seekers in here! Someone who knows their crab!" I yelled at one of the crew chiefs. They really had no idea how to equip us with our 'special' equipment. What a bunch of waste buckets! Such a waste of energon.
Jet just laughed. He quickly went silent knowing that I was looking down at him. No need for anywise-asses. Yet that was in his programming.
"Love you bro." he quickly recovered. I sighed, letting go of it.
"Attention! All crew in hanger 4, clear the hanger! Alpha flight, clearance granted! Go! Launch!" over the command antenna.
"Roger that command! Recoil… Star Commander taking off!" I reported.
"Roger that command! Jet… Flight Commander taking off!" Jet reported.
We flew out of the hanger, through launch tube four. It felt great being out again!
"Hey look at this!" Jet did a K-flip while gliding.
"Impressive, maybe one day you can join me and together we can win the Star Race and claim first place! Hahahaha! Does that sound fun?" I asked him.
He just sped up and flew by me. He transformed and grabbed me in a hug.
"Do you mean it? You will enter with me in the Star Race?" I transformed and nodded my helm. He pulled tighter and nearly broke my back.
"Yeah, but if you don't let go, I will not be able to participate in it." I laughed and he let go.
"Come on, let's get to Earth! I race you little brother!" I laughed and quickly transformed and flew past him.
"You're on!" Jet followed suit.
Within eight minutes, we reached the planet's surface. We landed on the North American continent, state North Carolina.
"Hey, this planet isn't that bad. It is loaded with organics… I think I will call them 'fleshies'. Hey jet get over here, I think I might have found something."
Jet came over; he landed on his feet and quickly moved towards me. He took a look at where I was pointing at. I was pointing at a sign that was spelled 'Kitty Hawk'.
"Welcome to Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. Home of the Wright Brothers First Flight, December 17th, 1903. I wonder what that is about? Maybe there are more cybes here too!" Jet proclaimed.
"Perhaps. We will see. So we are in this place called Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, Untied States of America." I stated. Jet quickly moved back and jumped down on to me. He yelled…
"Get down!" I could hear the sound of turbines, much like ours come closer. I looked up into the sky and saw around fifty United States Air Force attackers and fighters. A whole battalion! Ranging from Thunderbolts, F-16s, F-15s, Typhoons, and F-4 Phantoms.
They flew around and seemed to be very interested in us. Soon a helicopter came by and landed in front of us. When out came a human, male, late thirties. He was wearing shades in a navy blue uniform. He was wearing an officer's cap and his ranks on his collar were two silver bars. He was an USAF Captain. He quickly looked to his right where a Second Lt stood in position. After about two minutes he was done talking with the Lt, and walked over to us. He took off his shades and just looked at us in amazement.
"Hello aliens, welcome to planet Earth!" he said.
Jet quickly got off me and stood in front of me. He put out his servo and I reached up and grabbed hold of it. When I stood up I looked at him and whispered in Cybertronian, "Ok, stay cool and whatever you do, do not start another War!" he nodded, "let me take care of this." I said.
"Hello humans. I am Recoil, 3rd Lt. and Star Commander of the Autobots. This is my brother Jet,"
"I am the 1st Lt Commander of the Star fleet, and the 4th Lt. of the Autobots. We have come here in search of any friendly beings and a possible base location for our command post. We come in peace, and do not wage conflict against your world."
"As my brother has stated, we Autobots come in peace and in means of finding shelter from our now dead planet of Cybertron. We only ask that you allow us entry on to your world, and allow us to live peacefully." I finished saying.
"Welcome to the United States. We will require you to follow us to our base. There we can discuss your means and liberties here. But as of now we cannot allow you to come here and take residency here." The Captain stated.
"Please lead the way, we are 'new' around here." I joked. The human laughed.
"Oh and one more thing! You might want to relay back to your leader, and inform him that you are now going to talk with the humans." The captain said. He then got into a military jeep and began to lead the way.
"Sounds good." Jet replied and quickly sent a message to Prime. Yes, reports move very fast! After all we are a highly evolved mechanical species.
