Author's Note: Greetings. I admit that I am not the actual author; I am her created character. My mistress has had a bad day (or a bad week, take your pick), and has finally lost it.((glances over his shoulder at caged and chained authoress))
Me: Let me out of here!
Kup: ((poking one finger in his ear)) What in Primus's name is going on here?
Ultra Rodimus: Mistress has finally snapped. Keep your fingers away from her; she bites. So I'll have to type and post this chapter for her. Good thing I've got my own keyboard; hers is way too small for me. ((cracks knuckles))
Jazz: You'd better do something. She looks demented. Last time I saw an expression like that was the time I had the misfortune of encountering a rabid cyber-wolf.
Me: I HEARD THAT!!!!!!
Ultra Rodimus: I'll see what I can do. Here we go... ((starts typing))
Disclaimer: The mistress owns me, Falcon, and a few Goa'uld who'll show up in a while; we'll let you know who they are. Everybody else belongs to somebody else.
Cyber Stargate
Chapter 11: First Mission
"You want to what?!" Magnus blurted out in Autobot, staring down at his humanized mate.
Ultra Rodimus tilted his head. "I'm going to join SG-1 on several missions to collect my own data."
Magnus stared at him. "You want to go through the Stargate and face those Goa'uld?!"
"For the sake of the data we need. Don't worry. You know I can watch out for myself." Ultra Rodimus smiled up at him, placing a hand on his leg. (You may not be able to physically go with me, but we are never apart,) he added through their lifebond.
His mate's sigh rattled through his entire body, and then Magnus slumped, drooping his shoulders. ((I know, but I still don't like being separated from you, especially when you're going into a potentially dangerous situation. What if something goes wrong?))
(Both of us know what surprises I've got up my sleeve. Any creepy-crawly who wants to mess with me will be making a very big and possibly fatal mistake.)
((Besides, he's got me,)) Falcon chimed in. Both looked down at the alien creature. ((No nasty who winds up in my line of fire lives to tell the tale.))
The city commander drooped even further. He was outvoted and he knew it. ((Be careful,)) was all he said.
(Always,) Ultra Rodimus murmured, wrapping his mind around Magnus's. For a long moment, both remained completely still. Then Ultra Rodimus turned and walked back into the complex.
When he reached the command center, SG-1 was waiting. All four were dressed in camouflage gear and carrying weapons. Jack and Sam carried P-90s, Daniel had a handgun, and Teal'c carried his staff weapon. All four also had zatnikitels on their belts. They looked up as he walked into the Gateroom.
"What did Big Blue have to say?" Jack asked.
"Big Blue?" Ultra Rodimus raised an eyebrow. "He's not happy about me going off without an escort of his choosing, but even he agrees that I can take care of myself at need."
Sam looked him over. "Where are your weapons?"
"In subspace."
"Subspace?"
Ultra Rodimus sighed. "Subspace is... like a different plane of existence. You humans use it to send data. We Transformers have developed ways to tailor subspace for individual use. Each one of us has our own personal subspace pocket. It can only be accessed by the user it is meant for. We store weapons, extra mass, and anything we have to transport in it. That's where my weapons are. I can carry only a few as a human. Most are mounts that attach to my alternate modes. I can call a weapon from subspace when I need one. See?" He raised his hands, and the sleek shape of his pulser rifle appeared out of nowhere.
The rifle resembled a cross between a human sniper rifle and a Cybertronian laser cannon. It had the long, narrow barrel and laser scope of a high-performance sniper rifle, and the bulkier stock of a Cybertronian weapon, where the powerpack and ammo clips went. The bore was wide enough to accommodate the various types of ammo the rifle used, from clusters of flechettes to what Magnus referred to as 'pods'. The 'pods' were cartridges that were shot out through the barrel and then split to release whatever they contained.
The members of SG-1 stared.
"Wow," Daniel commented.
Ultra Rodimus returned the weapon to subspace and raised an eyebrow. "Shall we be going?"
In the control room, Davis shook himself and began the dialling sequence. The inner ring of the Stargate began to turn. Once all seven chevrons were locked in, it opened.
Jack led the way up the ramp. The rest followed. Sam glanced at Ultra Rodimus, checking to see if the passage through bothered him in any way. He walked into the event horizon without even batting an eyelash.
"Now I'm jealous," she grumped.
Teal'c looked at her. "About what, Major Carter?"
"This is only his second trip through the Stargate and he's taking it even better than I did!"
Daniel muffled a snicker. Then all of them were through.
A few moments later, they stepped out into sunlight. As their eyes adjusted to the light, they began to take stock of their surroundings.
The sky overhead was a strange purplish color, and blue clouds drifted through it. The sun was actually a binary, a red star being circled by a yellow star. Not far away, a forest began. The trees had bark that was almost black in color, and the leaves were reddish. The grass around the base of the Stargate was purplish white.
Ultra Rodimus grunted. "Interesting."
Daniel consulted the notebook he was carrying. "The MALP noted a cluster of ruins about a mile in that direction." He pointed.
"Is he as bad as Perceptor?" Ultra Rodimus asked Jack.
"Most likely," Jack muttered. Then he stalked off after his own mate.
At the edge of the forest, Ultra Rodimus crouched to examine the ground. He pointed out several worm paths through the undergrowth. "Animal trails. That means there are some herd animals here, but they can't be very large. This trail is too small to have been made by anything larger than a German shepherd. I don't see any roads or paths for people at all."
"That's odd," Daniel agreed. "There are always paths."
"Unless those ruins are all that's left of whoever used to live here." Ultra Rodimus sat back on his heels, then stood.
"Let's check it out," Jack decided.
The group moved in single file, with Jack at point and Teal'c at the rear. Ultra Rodimus was behind Jack, scanning the forest. He'd been in too many encounters with alien wildlife not to check. Finally, they reached the ruins.
The ruins were impressive enough, but once the group saw what loomed over the forests on the far side, they lost all interest in the ruins. They could only stare at the gleaming pyramid shape of a ha'tak, perched atop a freshly built stone pyramid.
"Great. Just great," Jack muttered.
Then all hell broke loose.
To be continued...
Ultra Rodimus: There. ((leans back)) It's short, I know, but I'm not as good a writer as my mistress is. If you want longer chapters you'll have to wait for her to find her sanity again.
Smokescreen: (reads chapter) Not bad, all things considered. Is that it?
Ultra Rodimus: No, I still have to do the reviewer responses. (Leans forward) And here they are:
Executor Zurg: I'm not like the other Transformers. If you want to know why I'm different, my mistress wrote a story called Transformation, and it gives all the details. I don't eat anything, but since we Autobots opened Cybertron to other races, we had to add new sections to Iacon. One of them included a cafeteria, where our human and nonhuman visitors eat and socialize. As for my snakeskin, the second chapter of mistress' story Unexpected Encounters explains where I got them and why I wear them. If you want to know more, read those stories.
Shawn Provoncha: Thank you.
Fenestrae: They had it coming. Mistress did a great job of describing their reactions to that question. And this is the start of my mission with SG-1. Hope you like it.
Worker72: We Autobots were built as slave robots, specially constructed to serve our owners in every way. The females were built for sexual purposes, as well as other tasks. Other buyers wanted males for sex toys. So all of us ended up having that equipment built into us. Every new 'generation' since the rebellion has also possessed that equipment. It took us years to work out how to use it, but once we did...
Gromia: Yes, Jaffa can get tongue-tied, especially if confronted with information they really don't want to know. And we know what you mean. Once you write the first fic, you start to remember stuff you've forgotten, and that makes it easier.
Ultra Rodimus: (leans back and stretches) There. Now I'm done.
Kup: That didn't take too long. Did you ever consider a career as a writer?
Ultra Rodimus: Nope. Keeping all of you out of trouble is a full-time job. (Turns around as Skyfire comes tearing into the room like a cyber-wolf with its tail on fire)
Jazz: What's with you?
Skyfire: Run for your lives! She's loose!
(Autobots scatter in all directions, running as fast as their feet will take them. Blonde human female in glasses and hospital gown tears after them, waving a metal pole)
Me: GET BACK HERE!!!!