Okay, first chapter of my new Transformers:Animated fanfic. Hope you all enjoyed the summary, but here's where it all begins for our team of heroes getting themselves into a dark force possibly even more evil than Megatron himself. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Do not own Tranformers: Animated. Just my fancharacters and nothing else.
Transformers: Animated
Finding One of Their Own
Ch. 1 – Everything Working in Sequence
One day in Detroit, Michigan, the robot-manufacturing capital of the world and home to its heroes the Autobots-Optimus Prime the leader, Rachet the medibot, Prowl the ninja-bot, and Bumblebee and Bulkhead the repair bots, were routinely monitoring the city and outer space for andy criminal and/or Decepticon activity when an alarm sounded form the sensor that was watching for any off-world intrusion or invasion. Bumblebee, being the closest to the monitor connected to the sensor, quickly analyzed the information coming in, then called out, "Hey, bossbot! We've got a unknown ship coming in fast and it's heading for straight for downtown Detroit!"
The team leader, hearing the yellow minibot call out the reason for the alarm, came up from behind and studied the monitor for himself for a klick, then confirmed, "That ship is comin in way too fast to try to divert it from innocet civilians. By the time we would have laid out a course of action, it would've already crash landed into that area of the city. Autobots, transform and roll out!"
Instantly, all five mechs were transformed into their vehicles modes and driving out of the factory at top speed with sirens blazing, heading straight for downtown Detroit before the unidentified vessel could.
A lone, small command ship with an unusally shaped Decepticon symbol imprinted on it drifted alone in space, with no means of power whatsoever, somehow managed to make its way over to a nearby spacebridge that looked like it was on its last legs and mysteriously, as if something or someone commanded it to, powered up, pulled the ship in, and transported it with the looks of no set of directions in mind. On the other side, the blue orb of the bridge opened up on the outskirts of Earth's orbit, the ship being pulled out and dragged out by the gravitational pull of the planet, precariously sending it through the atmosphere and right into the middle of downtown Detroit, where just a few minutes later, crash-landed in almost the direct center of the area.
A young man named Moisar Crysolis was taking his usual drive around downtown Detroit on his motorcycle, in which he considered his best friend and his entire life ever since finding her in in a salvage yard looking almost brand-new a few years back. How long it was there in that good of a condition was way beyond him, but he managed to get her for his own all the same. After getting her home and checking it over to make sure everything was okay, which it looked like it due to the fact the machinery was way out of his league for him to decipher, but he loved it just for its uniquness from all the other ordinary bikes he had seen throughout his youth. Either way, it became the greatest joy in his life and always went somewheres on his girl and his girl alone. Now, in the present, as he drove into the central part of downtown Detroit, a giant spaceship like he had never seen before, of course he had never seen one in his entire life, crashed into the street a few yards ahead, causing him to veer and topple over, bike and all, sending him skidding across the pavement a few feet away from his ride. After lying where he stopped for a few minutes, he slowly leaned up and shook his head clear and rubbed his neck, sore from the tumble. After getting up and stretching himself out, he went over and checked his bike out to make sure that it wasn't damaged too much, then slowly approached the wreckage of the ship, the feeling of something evil seeping out, telling him to turn away but come closer at the same time. As he got closer and closer, he could have sworn that something like a shadow or at least a dark shape escape the ruins and into the darkness of a nearby alley.
Still staring at the spot in which the shadow-like creature escaped to and ot paying attention, the sound of sirens broke his concentration. He looked in the direction of where they were coming from, and saw the police, ambulance, and the Autobots heading his way. Standing where he was, it was only a few seconds before everybody showed up at once. The cops quickly set up barriers to block passerbys and various newscrews that began showing up around the area to cover the story, the EMTs quickly setting up gurneys and medical stations in case somebody needed immediate medical attention or rused to the hospital, and the Autobots quickly transforming into their alt modes and inspecting the ship's wreckage. Throughout all the hustle and bustle, Captain Fanzone was barking out orders through his megaphone when he finally noticed Moisar standing near the wreckage.
"Hey, kid, what are you doing here?," the policeman asked the young man, almost through the megaphone but the sound-amplifying device shorted out once again, causing Fanzone to slam it down on the ground and ask in a tone that plainly said that he had better things to do than deal with the kid.
"I was riding on my motorcycle and I was coming up this way on the street when the ship crashed into it and threw me off my bike," Moisar answered, ignoring the tone the best he could so that he wouldn't get mad at the police officer and get in trouble.
"Is that so?," Fanzone interrogated, skeptical of the story. "And, uh, where's your motorcycle, exactly?"
"Right over...there," the young man directed, a little startled when he saw Rachet examining his apparently for signs of damage or something else altogether.
"Oh, alright, then," he captain replied, brushing the matter off his conerns. "Go get yourself checked out by the EMTs in case you're hurt in any way and get out of here and out of the way."
Trying ever his hardest to hold in his anger in, Moisar glared with slitted eyes when Fanzone had his back turned for a few seconds, then turned away and headed over to Rachet and his bike, who was giving the machine an extensive examination, and said, "I've already checked her out after I crashed, but thanks for the in-depth look-over."
The aged medibot, who had seen much over the eons, looked up at the young organic standing before him, had heard the explanation and replied, getting up at the same time, "Just be sure to be more careful next time. It's not every solar cycle that you're almost crushed by a falling spaceship."
Lifting his bike up onto its standing position, Moisar got on, started the motor, and said, "Well, thanks for the second look-over anyways. Good luck with the investigation and all, and maybe we'll meet under unusual circumstances again."
With that, he revved engine, turned back the throttle and take off, leaving a bewildered Rachet in the dust, Optimus coming up behind, inquired, "Don't mind me asking, but why were you examining that motorcycle?"
"I really have no idea," the medi-bot replied, staring at both organic and machine disappear in the distance. "But I do have an idea about something. It's machinery is the same as our. In other words, that bike is a bot. A Cybertronian."
"Cybertronian?," the Autobot leader reeled, almost shocked out of his processor. "How in Primus did an Autobot end up on this planet without anybot knowing?"
"I don't know!," Rachet snapped, then recountered when he had an idea. "But maybe the Cybertron Intelligence does. If I can access the missing bot files, I think I can compile a list that match the details of the motorcycle."
After considering what the seasoned bot told him, Optimus thought for a few klicks, then replied, "Alright. As soon as we back to the base, get right on it. I think we may have stumbled onto something besides this crash. For now, I'll have Bulkhead and Bumblebee stay here and investigate and report in if they find anything important and have Prowl come back with us."
With a confirming nod from Rachet, the youngbot leader told the other bots of the new line of action then with the ninja-bot and medibot in their vehicle modes, rolled out and back home to search for a lost Autobot, who at that very moment was rolling along the Detroit streets, her still-beating spark pulsing more and more as her dormant structure in vehicle mode in a stasis lock-like form began to loosen little by little, awakening at last for a part of fate that will skake every every human and Cybertronian down to every fiber and wire of their being and chassis for all of time.
First chapter done! Please read and review, and if you find any mistakes, please feel free to let me know. Improving will only make this story get better and better. Chapter 2 is still in rewrite right now, but will be up soon. Catch you all later!