Hi again! Next chapter for you all! I would like more reviews, please? Reviews let me know im not wasting my time writing a crappy story xD. Also, if any artists read this, I would absolutely love if you could draw my character for me. Ive tried myself and discovered I suck at drawing Mecha xD pls pls pls? you'll get a cookie!
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Disclaimer: I will never own anything familiar to you in this story, only the Silverarrow and its crew are mine, except Blitzwing.
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The triple-changers squirmed uncomfortably under the awed stares from the Autobots. Starshatter nudged Static along their twin bond. Static? The aerial twin looked at Starshatter. Yes my brother?
Exactly how many triple-changers are left in the universe? Static shifted in thought, his helm tilting slightly. Altogether, including Decepticons and Neutrals? I'd say, around 8, give or take a few. Starshatter let out a surprised squeak, No wonder they look at us like some kind of miracle.
Blitzwing twitched beside them, Icy's one optic narrowing further every Nano-click. In his processor, hothead had decided that he had enough with being stared at. Blitzwing's cannons targeted the Autobots as Hotheads visor overtook the Triple-changers face. " You haf a Nano-click to ztop staring at me before I ztart blasting you all!" The Auto-bots quickly backed up from the enraged Bot as Static rushed to Blitzwing's side. " Now now Blitzwing, as much as I would like you to blast some of the bots there, it would in the long run detrimental to our goals. Put the cannons away and let Icy back in control please." Hothead seemed to have ignored the medic, growling at the Bots his cannons had in sight, before the weapons slowly pointed away and the visor retracted, replaced by a single optic lens. Blitzwing nodded to the medic and Static nodded back, a smirk hidden behind his mask. It never stopped amazing Static just how much Blitzwing trusted him after he repaired and restored his systems. Random had taken a particular liking to the Triple changer Medic, most of the Crazy personalities control time spent doing one thing or another that involved Static.
Optimus Prime cleared his throat, gesturing his forces to stop staring. " I was unaware that you had triple changers in your forces Bladestorm." The helicopter mech flinched back, optic ridge twitching. " Well, we take what we get." Starshatter approached the small helicopter, the mech quickly hiding behind Starshatter's girth. " Lets get back on track shall we? We need to load up our supplies and get it to the Ark before the human authorities come looking for our crash. Prime's trailer can only hold a few more boxes, we need to load up as much as we can into everyone's Alt-forms and take as much as we can. The faster we ship this, the less likely the humans will find us. The force field will only work for so long. " Optimus nodded at the triple changer. " Auto-bots transform! What he said is true, we can gawk at the triple changers later, load up and roll out!"
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It only took 2 Astro-cycles and three trips to deliver the supplies, other Auto-bots having pitched in after the first load. The ragtag group had been added to by a Army jeep Named Hound, a Toyota FT-HS named Wheeljack, and a 9FF Porsche GT9 named Mirage. Starshatter had taken a liking to the Toyota, having found out Wheeljack was a fellow scientist. The two talked most of the time about the planets flora and fauna, although it was interspersed with questions from Wheeljack about the triple changer and his twin bond. Static had taken to flying in his Helicopter form, hovering above the grounders with Bladestorm, keeping the helicopter mech company. Blitzwing had joined them once in a while, circling them in his jet form, but he usually trailed after the grounders in tank form, Random scheming with the Lamborghini twins. Striker had taken a liking to the smaller bots, named Bumblebee and Jazz, bonding with others his size. It was a pleasant ride for him, the small mech used to being dwarfed by more then half the crew, in size.
Monochrome spent her time with the police cruiser, Prowl, business as usual, the two trading codes and regulations, planning how to best catalogue and record the Silverarrow's supplies. Once they had the supplies in a spare storage room aboard the ark, Optimus gathered the Ark's crew into the Rec. room, to meet and station the new arrivals. The newest bots the Silverarrow's crew met was a small red and white Lamborghini named Red alert, a Fire truck Named Inferno, A S.W.A.T van Named Bulkhead, ( I couldn't resist, I just love the TFA cast xD) and, oddly enough, a pterodactyl, a T-rex, and a triceratops named Swoop, Grimlock, and Slag respectively. The newest Autobots stared in Awe at the Silverarrow's crew, the discovery of the Neutral elite team having taken no time to spread along the gossip chain on the Ark.
Optimus raised a servo for silence in the room, the chattering bots having quickly drowned out his voice. The room quieted and waited excitedly for their leader to inform them of the latest happenings. " Greetings my fellow Autobots, as you can see beside me, the Neutrals have arrived. " A cheer rang along the room, many of the bots high-fiving each other. Optimus chuckled and motions for silence again. " The Leader of the Neutrals and I have come to an agreement. His forces will work along side you in their best fields, guide you, and better prepare us for the Decepticon threat. In return, they have access to our resources and technology." Another cheer rang out. " Prowl will inform The head officers if they will receive a Neutral or not. It has also been agreed that the Neutrals will not have to fight the Decepticons with us, they may choose when and if they will attack Decepticons or not." The Autobots glanced at each other nervously. Most nodded that they understood but most were disappointed. " Well, lets not keep you waiting. Prowl, if you please?"
The SIC stepped forward and pulled out a data-pad. " The Neutral SIC has given me the best strengths of the Neutral elite crew and I have assigned them accordingly. Striker will work under Jazz in special operations, his stealth training and spy aptitude greatly outweighing his communication skills." Jazz gave a whoop and High-fived the motorcycle. " Monochrome will be working under Red Alert, her knowledge of security and organization will be most useful there." Monochrome smirked at the twitching Lamborghini, hip cocked to the side. " Blitzwing will be working under Bluestreak, His communication skills outweighing his fire power." Bluestreak chattered excitedly as Blitzwing nodded to him. " Starshatter will be working under Wheeljack, His scientific Knowledge will be a greater asset there and maybe his guidance will lessen the daily explosions." Starshatter Laughed at the look on the Autobots faces, a mix of hope and excitement at the last announcement. " Bladestorm will be working with Ironhide in the weapons department, his specialty in hand to hand combat will balance out Ironhide's cannons." A loud, "Hey!" Came from the Topkick. " And lastly, Static will be Working with Ratchet in the med bay, his Medic skills will enhance our medic lab and speed the training of our apprentice medics." Static groaned and rubbed his optic ridges, the thought of working with the medic, who for the most part had taken to trying to piss him off every Nano-click, was a waking nightmare.
" Officers, please direct your new members to your specific sections quarters and let them settle into their rooms. We can begin scheduling work breems later." Prowl stepped back and let the Auto-bots swarm the Silverarrow's crew. Most swarmed the Triple-changer twins, wanting a look at the unusual pair. The lead offices quickly extracted their charges from the masses and directed them away. Static slowly followed Ratchet along the Ark's corridors, dreading the orns to come.
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Static ended up rooming with a young Medbot named First aid. The mech was a protégée but young. He needed more field experience before being called an official Medic. Starshatter was being roomed with a bot named Perceptor. The microscope/telescope had quickly asked all sorts of questions about being a triple changer twin, much to Starshatter's amusement, which he shared with his twin along the bond. Striker had been roomed with Bumblebee, much to the motorcycles pleasure. The two had quickly hit it off, being some of the smaller bots on the Ark. Bladestorm had been given his own room, on request by Prime and the Silverarrow's crew, much to the relief of the helicopter. His room had been placed next to Ironhide's though, just to keep the section together. Monochrome had been given a room with the only other femme's on board, Chromia, Arcee, and Elita-1. Red alert and Inferno had moved their room nearby to keep tabs on the Van though. Blitzwing had been given a room with a bot named blaster, Random quickly amusing himself with the Cars cassettes. The small symbiots seemed wary of the large bot handling them, until Random started sneaking them treats and other goodies.
The Neutrals quickly adapted to Ark life. Blitzwing spent most of his time near the communication screens, only breaking away when Random managed to gain control. Striker quickly found himself out and around with Bumblebee, and met the Bots human, Sam. The small boys mate had taken a liking to his Alt-form and had taken to riding him instead if the pair happened to be with the Bots. Monochrome had quickly gotten into Red alerts security routine, finding the ins and outs of the Arks crew life. She had quickly learned to spot any sign of red or yellow on camera. Bladestorm had shown Ironhide and Hound most of his blade kata's and the two had taken to carrying small blades with them to practice when they had time. No one went out of there way to bother the Neutral leader, not after the Lambo twins had tried to prank him and the entire Silverarrow crew had retaliated by stringing them up, placing them in a small room, and letting the Femme's have at them. It took 2 breems to find replacement paint, 2 breems filled with neon orange and pink paint jobs.
Starshatter spent most of his time around Wheeljack and, to the Ark's horror, actually increased the amount of explosions fro the lab. Although they were less destructive , it all but shot the Ark's hope to the pit for a reformed Wheeljack. Static had quickly overcome his dispute with Ratchet, mostly because they had argued in the hallway when Blitzing was passing by and the Triple changer, in hothead mode, had threatened to let the Destruction duo, Wheeljack and Starshatter, experiment on him for cycles, whether he knew it or not. Static was quickly given his own section of the Med lab and Ratchet's grudging respect, if only for having powerful and fiendish body guards.
The routine continued like so for a couple breems, life going smoothly for the Ark. It wasn't long until the peace was broken however.
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Monochrome had sat down for another Astro-click at the security station, her only worries was if the lambo twins or the destruction duo had managed to fudge something up while the shift changed. The first few quarters of the shift went smoothly, everything was calm, until she stopped in the corner of her optic a flash on screen. Looking closely, she stopped a small purple smudge on a camera screen from outside. It quickly vanished then reappeared, the shape closer and slightly to ten left. Peering curiously, she tried to make out the shape. One more disappear and reappear act and she could see a shape of a plane. A very familiar plane. With a very familiar purple symbol. She reeled back, a horrified gasp came from her dental plates. Quickly scrambling to the comm, she hit the emergency Comm. Channel
" Decepticon! There's Decepticon seekers outside!"
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Another chapter! And im finally to the action, woot! I havta make my intro's a little shorter me thinks. Chew on this for a while, I finally have some time off to write!
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