Even in the short time I posted this up, one person guessed the Transformer right.
That person is KeybladerX. She gave me the answer over IM, but she got it right none-the-less.
Apparently the Russian gave him away.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
Hopefully it clears some things up!
I do not own Transformers, Hasbro and the other respective companies do!
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"You fleshlings have too many languages."
Gabriel stared into the eye-lights of the thing in front of him. On its third attempt at communication, it had managed perfect English, though it was tinged with a slight Russian accent. "You speak english too?" he managed after a second. The shock of the situation was beginning to wear off, but not much. He was started to regain some rational thought and could feel his limbs again.
The thing didn't respond at first, just continued to stare at him for several more seconds. Finally it moved back from him, pushing itself back up on its feet. It mumbled something as it did, in a slightly annoyed manner.
Like this, Gabriel began to really look at it since it had transformed. Now he saw that what he thought had been mangled metal had actually been wires and tubes and mechanical parts. Until now, the form had looked like mostly a shadow, but now he was identifying parts. This thing was a robot.
"This vehicle... Is it yours?" It asked.
Gabriel looked up and followed the robot's gaze to his dirt-covered civic. "It is." As soon as he said that, he, as the voice was definitely male, stepped out of the crater and over him. When a giant robot walks toward your car without a specified purpose, one might fear for the car. Of course, Gabriel did at this point, turning and scampering up the crater wall on all fours, successfully smearing dirt across his clothes. By the time he pulled himself out, the robot was leaning over and examining his car. Specifically, he was poking and prodding the small vehicle with enough force to make it rock on its shocks.
"This is too small...Is there anything bigger?" The robot turned to look back at Gabriel, who was trying to move around the large metal feet to avoid being stepped on in case he decided to move back for any reason.
"Not here. What exactly are you?" he asked, moving around the side of the car, trying to get to the trunk. The robot didn't seem to want to hurt him, but he couldn't be sure. The fate of his car was questionable as well and he didn't want his telescope in danger as well. He popped the trunk and removed the heavy box.
"I am an Autobot. What are you?" the robot asked. Gabriel noticed that a small strip of metal moved upward above his eye as he spoke. It looked almost like he was raising an eyebrow at him. "Forget it, I know what you are." the Autobot said quickly, releasing a sound that was the equivalent of a snort.
"I don't know what an Autobot is either." Gabriel said, resting the box against his leg. "Are you even from this planet?"
The robot put a hand on his head, shaking it slightly. Every minute, the thing seemed to act more and more human. After several seconds it removed the hand and focused its eyes back on Gabriel's comparably smaller form.
"I am a Transformer, a robotic organism from the planet Cybertron. That should answer both of your questions."
So he was an alien... An alien robot, but an alien none the less. Not only that, but this alien could communicate with him. Somehow he had a feeling that the government had some sort of law against speaking to an alien. Even so, the entire situation was getting more and more impossible.
The answer also confused him. Transformer seemed to be the english equivalent of the race's name, but did it mean what it sounded like? He supposed the name had to do with curling up into a meteor shape. Then there was the planet. Shouldn't any of the telescopes on Earth, or in space for that matter, have noticed that there was a planet with alien life, especially if they could successfully travel long distances from their planet?
Of course it was at that moment that a thought hit him. The thought that should come to mind for anyone who had watched any type of Science Fiction movie, ever. Was this alien peaceful or in search of a planet to fry?
"Why are you here?" Gabriel asked, his voice dropping to a serious tone. His wits were back to him by now. Yes, this situation was completely unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Yes, there was a possibility he could die. Yes, he should be extremely shocked and/or scared. Luckily, he was one of those people who could, after a certain time, control themselves in out-of-the-ordinary situations. Although "out-of-the-ordinary" was an understatement in this case.
"THAT, is my own business, human." The Autobot snapped. Strangely, after a second, he gave a sigh and shook his head slightly, as if suddenly remembering something annoying. "My apologies, it's classified... If you will. If it calms those human emotions of yours though, I'm not here to destroy anything."
It gave Gabriel a slight relief to hear that, but he hadn't been all the worried in the first place. If this robot had meant any real harm in the first place, he probably would have been squished in that crater and not just through against the dirt. He suspected that hadn't been intentional anyway.
At that point, the robot seemed to remember something else. He twisted his body slightly, his head tilting to look toward the stars. Was he looking for his companions? That is, if he had any.
"Damn." The robot cursed, surprising Gabriel. He still wasn't sure how the robot knew their languages so well if he was from another planet.
"What?" Gabriel asked him. Obviously the Autobot hadn't seen whatever it was he was looking for and it was making him curious as to just what he'd failed to see.
The robot looked back down at him. "This planet does have flying vehicles correct? These pictures seem to indicate it..." The robot said, the last sentence trailing off into a grumble.
"Pictures, what are you talking about?"
The robot did that eyebrow raise thing again as he looked at him. "The pictures on your...What's the word... World Wide Web? The internet?"
"You know about the internet?" Now this was a shock to him. This alien technology was able to connect to their systems without a hookup obviously. A WiFi robot.
"It's how I can communicate using your blasted languages." The robot grumbled, once again showing his dislike of their many Earthly means of communication. "Now, where are your flying vehicles?"
Well his ability to speak was much clearer now. "There is an Air-force Base not too far away, but they probably aren't flying much at this time of night." Gabriel said. He still wasn't sure why this robot wanted to know, but he had claimed that he wasn't here to harm anyone. He had also realized by now that he really had no other besides trusting this Transformer's word.
"Then I suppose I'll be forced to wait." The robot mumbled, though the sound was easily loud enough for Gabriel to here. He shifted slightly on his large feet, throwing a glance at the sky again.
Gabriel watched the robot, wondering if he could wait. He wasn't sure the big guy had enough patience for it, judging by some of his previous actions. Sure enough, after a minute or so of silence, the Autobot let out an annoyed sigh and turned his eyes back on the human below him.
"Do you have a name, boy?" He asked, though he doubted that he really cared, but was just trying to kill time.
"Gabriel Hale." He answered. "Gabe for short. What about you?" He was getting a bit tired of calling him thing, it, robot, Autobot, or any other mental name he used at the sight of him.
"I am called Jetfire." The robot answered, shifting once again on his metal feet.
Gabriel shouldn't have been surprised, it was a very robot-sounding name. Although, the name led him to wonder. Maybe on his planet there was a reason for such a name, that maybe it had to do with characteristics or even his robot parts. He wasn't going to ask though.
It was at that moment that a sound reached his ears that made him look up. It was the sound of a super-sonic jet flying over head, a sound he'd grown used to. Sure enough, he saw the lights of a jet flying overhead. A glance at Jetfire showed him that he had heard the sound as well.
"Perfect..." He heard the robot mutter, sounding pleased for once. Just after that, beams of light shot from his eyes straight up into the sky. Gabriel, fearing the worst for the plane, looked up quickly. He could see the illuminated plane perfectly now. The lights coming from Jetfire's eyes were traced the body of the plane and luckily seemed to be doing it no harm. Gabriel tried his best to determine the type of plane, but he didn't know enough about them to recognize the strange design.
Suddenly, he heard a strange sound coming from in-front of him, where he knew the Autobot to be. In a split second he recognized it as the same sound that had been made as he had changed from the crumbled meteor shaped into the robot he was now.
Strangely, when Gabriel looked down to find out why the noise was occurring, Jetfire was no longer there. In his place, stood a plane. The exact same one that had been flying over head.
It was larger than he expected, especially where the wings connected to the plane. It was a fairly large juncture that seemed out of place to him. Unfortunately he couldn't see it well enough from his position to determine what it was used for since the plane was facing him.
The sudden appearance of course stunned him speechless, though at this point nothing should have surprised him, and he just stood watching it. Of course part of his mind connected Jetfire and the plane, but it was the back of his mind. For now all he could do was stare.
Suddenly, he heard what sounded like a pleased humming coming from the plane, the kind of sound a human would make.
"Admit-ably a fine piece of machinery, even for you humans."
Of course the source of the voice was the plane itself. Gabriel immediately recognized the voice as Jetfire's and was managing to get a hold of his wits once more. "Jetfire?" Yes, kind of a stupid question to be asking a surely lethal plane.
"No, I'm an ordinary plane. What do you think?" He grumbled. The plane shifted, rolling on its wheels toward Gabriel. On it's sides, the wings shifted forward slightly, almost like a twitch. He understood the purpose now. This type of jet had reposition-able wings. Currently, Jetfire had moved them to their forward position.
All at once, the name "Transformer" made complete sense. It was a literal translation of what he was. The name Jetfire was the same way.
"It does feel good to have my wings back..." Jetfire sighed to himself. The plane began to shift again, this time in an entirely different way. Like before, it began to unfold on itself and stand up. This time, Gabriel had the sense to watch closer.
At first, only the back half of the plane began to change. The tail split it two, moving and change, bending and flexing back into legs and feet. The legs rearranged themselves, a tail wing attracted to the ankle of each leg, as it pushed the rest of the body up into the air. As the landing gears retracted back inside the main body, two more limbs emerged. As his arms pulled out, twisting into position at his sides, the wings moved back into their down position as well as rotating around to stick out of his back. Then the nose of the plane seemed to break off, moving down completely, the rest of the torso making room for it as it melted into the body, the cockpit sticking outward from his chest. It was only then that Jetfire's head emerged out of the plane's body. Parts still moved and shifted in his body, but his transformation was complete.
The Transformer seemed almost as amazed by the entire thing as Gabriel was. He kept twisting around to get a new look at the completely new body. Nothing looked that same as before, even his face!
Jetfire's face was covered in a sort of armor as well. His mouth was covered over by two merged sections of metal. Just as Gabriel noticed them though, they were pulled back to reveal his mouth, the plates disappearing into small openings on each side. Very similar was the plate that now covered his eyes. There were holes for him to see through, almost like a mask, as it wrapped around to each side of his face, ending in pointed ends that stuck out on each side. Just as before, those two shifted off to the side, but this time stayed visible, adding two points jutting out the back of his head.
"Don't look so surprised... Gabe." The Autobot said, loosing some of the sarcastic tone.
"I'm not sure if you realize, but this situation isn't exactly normal." He replied, letting the side of his mouth pull up into a small smile. It was a bit strange to be called by name by an alien robot, but he was glad of that over "boy."
Jetfire merely gave a shrug, in a way shaking off the subject as well. He turned slightly, looking off over the landscape, dark as it was, you could still see the shadows of the mountains to the north.
"As always... Time is running short." Jetfire sighed to himself, seeming to remember his classified mission. "I must start my search."
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Okay first of all, yes, it is Jetfire.
The Russian accent is something from the Transformers Animated series and it amused me enough to add it in here!
Also, I feel I should add what type of plane he is.
I couldn't figure out how to add it without Gabriel seeming like a know it all, but here it is: It's a B-1 Lancer.
Awesome plane~
These things were made to drop Nuclear weapons, but now they can drop normal bombs.
It also has "variable-sweep wings", which means the wings move. It's currently the only one of its kind that is used at this point in time.
Also, to understand his Transformation more, I suggest you look at a picture of this plane as you read.
As always, comments and suggestions are loved!
Thanks for reading!