A Blue mech with wheels in his pedes skated through the ship, a datapad under his left arm as he rushed through the bronze corridores. He skidded to a stop outside a set of doors and knocked twice. The doors opened with a metallic hiss and he ran in and handed the datapad to a massive red,blue and white mech who had two massive piston like devices, each on a shoulder, giving him a odd authorative look.
;;Sir, Sargent Blurr reporting for duty, and I have something importent, oh so importent to you, yes you see its a destress becon autobot in origin and its from Earth, same as Prime, yes, you see?;; The blue robot hurried at a rapid pace in cybertronian.
The massive bot nodded then looked to a smaller silver bot with blue accents and headphone like audios and a glass plate covering his optics. The smaller silver bot nodded,locked in the cordinates and set the ship for slipspace.
;;Commander Jazz, you are clear to go.;; The massive mech ordered formally.
;;Yes Sir,Ultra Magnus Sir;; Jazz responded as he eased the lever forwards, sending the ship into slipspace. The next thing they knew they were hitting ground Hard and blanked out.
Ultra Magnus groaned slightly as he stood up. Most of the flight crew were dead. Only Jazz was still alive, albeit a bit dented up from the landing. Magnus grabbed the unconceous Jazz and hauled him towards the exit ramp of his ship, The Matrix Honor. As he pried open the ramp he found himself on a organic stone pathway with white dashes every so many meters with many cybertronians, each in alt mode and a few frightened organic creatures looking on, like they'd never seen anything like it. Just another reason for him to hate organics.
Magnus Siluted, as per standard procedure, this seamed to tense up some of the organics who had small metal items in their servos. He saw they were a bit nervous so he did the next thing in the procedure, standard greating. "Bah weep graaanaaah weepninibong." This earnt a lot of confused looks from the organics and none of the cybertronians transformed. They had no idea of how to follow protocal.
He dimmed his optics slightly as he aquired the correct datafiles from the primative local networks and found an odd gesture in which the aposable digit was stuck out to the side and the two digits either side of the centeral axis of his servo pushed against the other forming a "W" shape. It seamed to indicate friendliness on this world so he mimiced the gesture. One of the organics spoke into an atachment to it's flimsy armor and soon the ones with simular garmens cleared a path as a small convoy of two twowheelrs, a commander mech and a flyery came through. Riding each twowheeler was an organic,perhaps they were pets? A organic with a dark brown skin coloration in black armor climbed from the red commander and ordered the others something who then lowered the metal items they held and snapped a silute, meaning that new one was their commanding officer.
Suddenly the twowheelers transformed, one was commander Arcee, the other was Chrystal Widow, a technorganic germ in his opinion. Then the flyer transformed into a femme he'd never seen before but she glared daggers at him, perhaps she didn't like his color scheme or hated authority? Then the massive red mech transformed into his superrior officer, Optimus Prime. He snapped a silute to Optimus.
;;At ease Ultra Magnus;; Optimus ordered and He loosened his silute but stood to attention. Optimus then handed him a data-chip, he downloaded the contense and found the appropriate language file.
"Optimus Prime, Sir,We picked up on a distress becon and came to investigate." Ultra Magnus explained simply.
"Commander Magnus, the becon has already been handled." Optimus explained. "Unfortunately, this incident involving your crash landing has caused harm to human structures and as such, has cost them much distress."
"I am sorry for the incident Sir." Ultra Magnus apologized formally. "We were ment to exit above this world in orbit but the drive malfunctioned."
"Understandable, however we should return to base before we cause any more harm." Optimus nodded, he then turned to the organic mech that was riding with him. "Agent Fowler, could you see to it that no humans get inside that ship, it would be dangerous to them."
"Can do Prime but HQ's gonna have my ass for this incident." The organic sighed.
Optimus nodded as one of the organics, a skinny mech with black helm covering and grey and white armor walked towards Magnus and siluted. He liked this organic already, he showed respect to superrior officers. "Sir, do you require a medic?"
"No, but my Sic does." Ultra Magnus explained as he gestured to Jazz who was against the ramp still. Then a organic femme with ginger colored helm ware and a blue armor walked over and waved.
"Hi, I'm Sierra." The organic greeted.
"Sir." Ultra magnus added sternly. The organic femme rolled her blue optics and muttered something under her breath.
"Alright, let's get moving people!" Agent fowler shouted then turned back to face the autobots. "Prime, Cleanup's just arrived, get your troops out of here before the brass busts my balls!"
"Come Ultra Magnus, wemust leave." Optimus said calmly as a swirling vortex which looked like a mini-spacebridge opened up. One by one they walked in. They found themselves inside a massive stone and rock bunker,primative at best but effective for shielding.
"Oh scrap, it's magnus." Groaned a big green bot he remembered as Ultra Magnus.
"Stow it!" Magnus ordered.
"Whoa, that's cranky? And I thought Ratchet was grouchy!" Laughed a small organic femme with pink and black helm cover.
"Uh, sir, best to ignore Miko, she is not one for regimentaries." Ratchet groaned as he pulled a lever, turning off the device, it did indeed look like a mini-spacebridge.
The organic mech with the grey armor from before climbed up a setof stairs and turned on a small Tv which showed a newscast of the crashed ship. Ultra Magnus emerging from it and the autobots showing up before a organic in green armor told them to leave.
"And there you have it folks! Aliens! I gorden Reens have told you!" The blond helmed organic sneered angerly. "THIS is the kind of stuff the government has been hiding fromus! It's a alien government conspiricy going on right here! We are all doomed! Unless we kick these metallic ninnies off OUR planet!" The organic mech with black helm covering growled metallicly at the Tv before turning it of the one way any enraged cybertronian would, they shot it. WAIT WHAT?! Organics don't have inbuilt weapons!
"JACK!" Snapped a black helmed femme who looked really simular to him,possibly the carrier.
"Sorry it's just...UGH!" The odd organic groaned.
"Jack, I know you don't like the organic but don't take it out on the TV, you know how Bee and Miko get when Games are unavalable." Sighed the one femme he didn't know of, she looked like a technorganic spider, which grossed Magnus out.
"Yes mum." The organic sighed slightly, then it hit Magnus like a tonne of scraplets! The teen was really a technorganic.
"I hope you know that you're paying for the new one." The organic femme told him.
"Yes mum." The teen sighed slightly. "I promise, it won't happen again, just...just been stressful past couple of days."
"As it has been for us all Jackson." Optimus said sympathetically. "I believe that Bumblebee is waiting for you before he goes to get Rafael and Miko from school."
"Okay dad." Jack replied as he walked down the stairs and towards where a yellow mech was waiting. Magnus nearly glitched!
"Optimus, what do we do now? The whole world knows of us now." The black and purple spider femme sighed slightly, Ultra Magnus knew the voice, he just couldn't pin it.
"I do not know Elita, I do not know." Optimus sighed in responce. Ultra Magnus glitched.