Energy and Motion

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Ativii, Ricochet, the Prime, Terrorjack, Sawsand, Scrap Case and the place Infinite belong to me

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Chapter 8: First Rays of Sunlight

"Ooooh, man. This hurts!" Ricochet had sprawled out along the sandy floor of the main cavern of the Infinite. His gears felt stripped and his pistons ached, he couldn't even feel his servos! Jazz had worked them long and hard that day; they were finally getting to the combo training sessions of combining melee and sharpshooting techniques. It was hard work, but extremely strengthen and challenging for the protoforms.

Ativii vented harshly as her cooling fans fought to bring down the temperature of her core. She switched off the pain receptors in her wrist bolts. They were hurting her from twirling her dual short blades too much when slicing down hologram mechs.

Jazz quickly faded out of the shadows and stepped into the golden glow of light that was dimly filling the cavern. "Yer not thwat sore are ya?" he asked with his deep voice.

Ativii shuffled around for a rock in the sand. When her servo hit one she threw it at Jazz. It pinged off his chest plates lightly and fell back down to the ground. Jazz just looked at it and cocked an optic ridge, his servos planted on his hip bots.

The femme pointed a digit at him, "Says the bot that can't feel anything!" she jokingly said. Since Jazz was an avatar so to speak, his frame didn't react the same way to pain, exertion, or discomfort.

Jazz just shrugged. "Ah'm just a better hider than yer are."

"Is there anything you wanted Jazz?" asked Ricochet tiredly from his laying position on the ground. He didn't even bother to lift his head when address him.

"Ah figured ya 'ould want ta hear a tale about tha time Ah was able ta get Ir'nhide as a movin' test target fer the new cadets of tha army," Jazz said. "It'sa quite interestin' tale if yar up ta hear it."

"'Ironhide as a moving target'? This sounds good. Fire away Jazz !" said Ricochet as he lifted his helm up from the ground and smiled brightly.

Jazz sat down on his aft so that all the bots were at the same level. He leaned back and thought teasingly about how he should go about telling the story. "Let's see, where ta start?" he tapped a digit against his mandible. "Oh, that's right. Tha cadets were jus' 'bout finished with their training. An' they needed a movin' target ta practice on. At tha time we were only usin' what you'd call paintball guns at tha volunteers, so no need to warry. Ah suddenly got this flashy idea to trick Ironhide into being one of the movin' targets…"

Jazz went on to explain the wonders of his time in the Autobot Forward Forces. He'd recall joyful moments with Ratchet and Ironhide with a wide smile and his deep blue optics would shine as they all laughed at the memories. Jazz would also talk about fallen comrades he's known with a sad smile and a low head. Ativii's spark would ache to know that the Autobots had to go through so much for so long... but that's the consequence of galactic wars.

It appeared to Ativii that Jazz had a great camaraderie relationship with Sideswipe. The smaller front-liner was outgoing and quick on his feet, according to Jazz. The silver saboteur even revealed a few tales that Sideswipe's speed really helped them escape to safety from an enraged Ratchet or cussing Ironhide.

The Prime stood from afar, a smile gracing his lip plates as he saw the bots interact and trade tales with each other. They would playfully smack the other's should guards when they made a funny or sarcastic comment. The bonding between friends had already begun. Cybertronians were never made to be alone.

"You've done well my Brothers. Let's just hope that their lives do not end short again. I'd hate to see such good sparks got to waste,"

"Here we go! Into tha wide blue wond'r!~" sang Jazz happily as he strolled ahead.

Ativii just glared at the mech in front of them. She was sitting on Ricochet's shoulder bolts as they traveled through the Infinite. Ricochet's form rumbled as he laughed at Jazz who was joyfully pulling off some sweet parkour moves off the walls of the red mountain and singing out a few lines of songs.

Jazz successfully landed on his peds after he pulled a stunning climbing and flipping sequence. He did a quick windmill kick and cheered with his heavily gangster voice.

The protoforms laughed at Jazz's antics, he was just too much fun.

Ricochet lifted his cyan optics to survey their surroundings. They were walking through a ravine like slit through the base of the mountain. It was so tall, Ricochet couldn't see the top, but only a silver river of light could be seen at the zenith.

The red rock walls were yet again, inscribed with Cyberglyphs. These glowed dull amber when they passed by them, and they appeared to sense their presence as they traveled through the ravine. Jazz told Ricochet that he could read these glyphs on the walls. So they were a more modern form of calligraphy for the Cybertronian race.

"This place… it seems like an entrance? Doesn't it?" asked Ativii as her cobalt optics searched the stacked rows of Cyberglyphs on the walls. Her armor felt the wind as it raced down the ravine, and it blew the dark gray and white particles of sand around. The two toned particles shifted and swirled to create pictures on the moving canvas as the bots trekked forward.

Ricochet's audios picked up thin pieces of words being whispered on the wind. They didn't bother him if he was more paranoid. The words seemed to be a warning, coming from the place they where leaving. "I think you're right 'Tiv. The light ahead is getting brighter."

Ativii shifted on his shoulder and nodded, she lazily brought out her Cybertanium short swords and she started to sharpen the frequency of them on her digit tips. Ricochet glanced at his friend and sighed, she really did love those swords, like a lot.

"Jazz, how much further till the entrance?" he asked.

"Entrance? You mean we're going to see our first rays of actual sunlight?" Ativii clapped her servos excitedly and beamed at Jazz. "You are the best Mr. Jazzman! It's been like two years since we've seen the sunlight!"

Jazz stopped and he turned around. His visor glinted a bright blue and he grinned at Ativii. "Ah try meh best fer tha lil' lady."

Ativii blushed slightly and she ducked her helm. Ricochet chuckled and he shrugged the shoulder Ativii was sitting on, jostling her a bit playfully.

They continued on for a while, enjoying the beautiful scenery as the cave walls became light in color and contrast as they neared the entrance to the Infinite. Egyptian and Cyberglyphs swiftly started to mingle together as they moved on. A few Egyptian hieroglyphs appeared to have the forms of Decepticons in their pictures, and the tanned skin Egyptians had their hands raised towards the Decepticons in praise as the mechs with beady red eyes sneered like monsters.

"Apparently Decepticons have been here before," muttered Ricochet as he gaze upon a battle scene of murdered people and a Decepticon raising a large red sword above the fleeing figures.

"Ah'll go ahead and check ta make sure the coast is clear," said Jazz. He quickly ran off, and his peds kicked up waves of sand as he ran towards the opening in the cave.

"We're finally entering the real world?" asked Ativii as she watched Jazz's retreating form.

"I guess so. It's only to get an alternate vehicle mode though," answered Ricochet.

"I'm scarred Ric'. What if the Autobots don't like us or worse… what if they don't trust us?" she asked as worry ate at her spark.

"What ever happens Ativii, we'll be doing it together. Till the end."

"'Till the end,'" she copied. Ativii patted his helm as she said, "I'm glad I have you as a friend Ricochet, you haven't let me down terribly yet." She rolled her cobalt blue optics.

"You still aren't letting down that gambling incident yet? Are you?" he asked skeptically with an optic ridge raised.

"No." Ativii said. "I was very disappointed in you, Ric'."

"Hey! I still won the bet on that you'd react that way!"

"I'm not listening to you!"

Ricochet vented. Jazz and him had bet on when the next hologram mech would grab Ativii a certain way when she was training. Ricochet still questioned if the mechs were programmed to do that, but it was still fun to bet on. Ativii didn't like the situation at all, and when she found out that Ricochet and Jazz where betting on her. She went after them with her Cybertanium swords swinging. Never mess with an angry femme.

"Hey! You two! Tha coast is clear!"

The gray scaled protoforms turned to see Jazz waving them over to the entrance. Ricochet took off running towards the silver mech and Ativii bounced along on his shoulder.

The femme jumped from Ricochet's shoulder when they reached the last turn in the ravine. She jumped and twisted forward in the air to propel herself to the entrance. Jazz and Ricochet slowly followed behind as their optics turned down the contrast levels so that they could see their surroundings better as white light flooded in.

Ativii's frame stood in the light as a black silhouette. Her venting had stopped as she fathomed the first rays of sunlight for the first time after her activation.

Ricochet stopped with Jazz as they stood in the heavily concealed entrance to the Infinite. The mountains of Petra were laid out before them. Their stacked and weathered peaks rose into the setting daylight scene. The orange sand was still as a small breeze kissed their armor lightly. The bright stars of the desert where already fading into existence in the darkening sky.

Ativii drew in a big breath of air as the pure rays of disappearing sunlight touched and warmed her dark armor. She shuttered her optics and looked up into the blue.

"This planet has so much beauty," said Jazz. He had dropped his accent in the pure awe of the beautiful scene. "Cybertron had its perks, but this planet's nature is far greater."

Ativii hummed in agreement with the mech as they watched the sun dip low.

Ricochet quickly accessed the Internet link he had just picked up. He quickly surveyed their surroundings to find the nearest village or city. He downloaded the file from the military satellite and sent the link to his fellow bots. "According to the satellites. The closest city, Maan, has substantial vehicles. It is fifteen miles from here, southeast in that direction," Ricochet pointed in the direction he was talking about. "There's only one small town in our way and a couple of villages."

"Okay, we got ourselves ah game plan, so let's kick this inta high gear!" Jazz started sauntering off into the direction Ricochet had pointed out. The last rays of sunlight glinted off his silver armor as his short shadow stretched long across the dunes. The kicked up sand from his silver peds flew heavily back down and flashed liquid gold in the light.

Ricochet hefted Ativii up to his shoulder guard as they went strolling into the open range of desert. Ativii wouldn't be able to keep up with the quick pace they were going at on the shifting sand. She'd slip too much and flounder before making any real ground. So Ricochet picked her up and followed Jazz.

They three bots set out, looking for the right alternate forms for Ativii and Ricochet. The stars quickly sprinkled across the sky as the beautiful Milky Way raced over the horizon like a stunning stellar highway. The moon was nowhere to be seen, because it was in the new moon phase of the month. The small glittering yellow lights of the city soon came into view as they progressed forward.

The Autobots slinked across the sandy dunes with stealth as they neared a busy highway with cars and humans. Desert jeeps, motorbikes, and a few older models of cars rolled past on the gray black top. The occasional nice car zoomed by also. Their headlights highlight the tar seals across the cracks and the white sand that was spinning from the force of them crossing the tarmac.

Ativii and Ricochet crouched low near a ridge as Jazz stood a little ways up-stream, keeping an eye out for some good alts for the bots. Ativii's scanners quickly picked up a sweet Honda CBR 1000, colored bright green, white, with black accents on the armor. As it neared she locked on.

Her transcans quickly activated and green beams quickly traced the motorcycle and the rider's attire. The scans finished as soon as the motorcyclist whizzed past and she quickly upgraded her armor.

Ativii selected the new form in her HUD and her conversion shaft shifted, dark gray parts, green and white armor quickly sprouted over her frame. The bike's armor were focused over her shoulders and arms, the headlights appeared on her arms and the mirrors on her back. The bike handles quickly merged with her Cybertanium blades and one wheel appeared on her right arm. Small linked canisters clicked above her wrist and her battle computer switched calibrated them. An assault rifle shifted on her left arm and it rotated back to bring forward her servo. Her mended leg quickly shifted out a large wheel and the turning mechanisms of the bike made up her limb, allowing her to twist 360 degrees much easier. Her dark armor helmed quickly shifted out a new helmet and it covered her head like a true warrior goddess headdress.

Ativii's armor and new parts quickly clicked together and she jumped down into her new alt mode, the gleaming CBR 1000. She spun her wheels in the dirt and back away. :Whoa! That was so weird! Golly! I-I don't think I'd ever get used to that!: she cried in shock over the comm. link. The new green femme bounced on her wheels as her systems did a quick recalibration of her new attire.

Ricochet turned his gaze to the road, looking for the perfect model of vehicles to scan. An orange Jeep Rubicon Unlimited JK came rushing across the pavement and his transcanner quickly trapped the vehicle in a web of green grid lines.

The mech stood tall as his armor shifted into his new form. The grill of the jeep and its headlights clicked to place across his chassis and the orange armor sprouted on his arms and thighs. The wheels of the Rubicon quickly installed themselves on his ped heels and the front ones rotated to sit above his shoulder guards. The tough roof support bars braced his back, as links and shifting parts split down his spine. Allowing his magnetic ability to activate fully. The extra bar on the front of the vehicles grill split and attacked to each of Ricochet's servos and his hip bolts.

Ricochet tucked under and his form clicked into place as an identical form of the Jeep rolled back on the rise. He shifted on his tires to as his new form's coding bombarded his processor.

:What the! That was the most interesting experience I ever had!: he exclaimed over the comm. link. Jazz looked at the new Honda motorcycle and Jeep Rubicon, he grinned at their forms as they dimly shined in the night sky.

:Ya picked good bots. The forms look good on ya!: said Jazz over the link.

He jumped up and slipped into his alternate form. The Pontiac Solstice GXP spun in the dirt as he veered around to head back the way they were going. :Com'on bots! Let's get this circus on the road! Don't think, just drive!: Then the Solstice revved his engine and drove off into the desert, headlights creating a pool of light in front of him and red tail lights flashing.

Ricochet tried moving forward, but his didn't travel at all. He did a quick check of his movement gears and found that he was in park. So the jeep switched gears, revved his engine and started slowly, but surely forward. Instinct took over and soon he was flying across the sand.

The motorcycle bot wobbled on her tires ones, but with a reassuring thought in her mind. She charged off, her powerful engine growling across the night air.

Soon the three vehicles where in motion, speeding across the sand as Jazz swerved in between them and all around. Buried skills and instincts in Ativii activated and soon she was pulling tricks over the dunes like a pro. Her tires gripped surely in the sand as she flew over the dunes like a grasshopper on the moon. Ricochet slid on his tires through the sand as he tried out handbrake maneuvers in the desert. Jazz whooped and encouraged them to go faster across the flatter stretches of desert when they reached them. Soon, everyone was racing and having a good time.

The vehicle's armor and windshields quickly became coated in a white sheen of dust as they charged through the landscape. The mountains of Petra loomed closer and closer as speedometer went higher. When their headlights illuminated the rock, Jazz veered off and they charged inside the ravine entrance.

Three engines reverted off the ravine walls as Jazz took point and Ricochet covered the rear. The new alt bots laughed at the joy of moving at such speeds, and their content filled their sparks. It felt so good to move and feel young again.

Sixth Prime stood in the doorway to the column caverns of the Infinite, a pleased look on his face plates as he surveyed the sturdy and appropriate alt modes for the bots he'd been training for nearly two stellar cycles.

"You've done well Ativii and Ricochet," he opened a servo and gestured to their new forms. "I presume it feels good to have wheels?"

Ativii shifted her conversion shaft and she bounced out on her new-wheeled leg. Her equilibrium protocols quickly corrected the new addition and she stood without swaying. "You have no idea Sixty."

Ricochet shifted out of his form slowly, each part clicking into place as the 'chk, chk, chk' sound emitted from his engine. "It feels good to have substantial armor and be whole again," he said as his bipedal form took over.

"I'm sure it does," smiled the Prime. "Now, why don't you follow 'Sixty' and he'll help teach you how to use your forms to your advantage?"

"You're finally getting your funny on Prime!" cheered Ativii. "Congratulations Sixty!"

"That is not my designation," he replied flatly, leveling Ativii with a playful gaze. But she didn't see it.

"Ooooh. So close."

Up in space, the U.S. Military Satellite A-7 was not alone. A huge mech with a dark pointed head and four bright crimson optics were attached to it. Cables with pronged heads were wrapped around the satellite as they absorbed information from the satellite, feeding it to the large mech.

Soundwave's great panels of his space form shifted as the satellite orbited over Egypt. A deep rumbling electronic sound emitted from his vocal processor as his sorted through the information streaming to the satellite. He was searching for word about Lord Megatron and the AllSpark shard the humans had skillfully hid.

An access ping that was heavily disguised caught his attention; he quickly followed the stream of coding and attacked the decoys on the file skillfully and undetected. It was an Autobot access link. Soundwave quickly tracked the live signal to a remote location in the Mountains of Petra. He distinguished a live link before it were cut off from the Autobot.

Soundwave shifted his helm as he looked at the blue, white, and brown planet of Earth. "Decepticons: Terrorjack, Sawsand, and Scrap Case. Autobot signal detected: locate and eradicate." He sent over the comm. link between the Decepticon forces with a set of coordinates. Soundwave rapidly received three eager confirmations and he followed the progress of the Decpeticons as they mobilized towards the Autobot signal in the desert.

He'd detected no word about NEST forces moving in that direction, so the Autobot must be a stranded solider that had failed to meet up with his faction after landfall. The Autoscum would not be online for much longer.

KTAB: I've noticed I want to use quotes from the movies alot... hm... is there a reason to why? One more chapter and then its ROTF! *jumps around* Soundwave's been all along listening to their signals! Oh no! Because it's the satellite my bots have accessed and it is the one he's currently piggy back riding right now. What's going to happen to them with Terrorjack, Sawsand, and Scrap Case? Read next chapter to find out!

Ativii, Ricochet, and Jazz are just the best. They try so hard to make Mr. Prime laugh or crack a joke. At least that's what they're trying to do, but I think I'm failing at writing that. *face palm* Oh well.

Ativii's Alt: Honda CBR 1000 Colors: Bright Lime Green and White

Ricochet's Alt: Jeep Rubicon Ultimate JK Colors: Traffic Cone Orange

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Elizabeth0058: Will it be interesting? Oh. Yes. It. Will. Don't worry, if Jazz could come back, it would be possible. I got many ideas on how to do it, I just need to pick one. Ric' and 'Tiv are very excited to show you just how they come into ROTF. Very excited. :)

TheGhost129: I'll see what I can do about that! It possibly may be a one-shot or an actually part of the story, we'll just see. Glad to know I got one person who wants to see that!

Answerthecall: I'm glad it's great! And it will continue to get better! *crosses fingers*

ForgotMyName2Day: I'll eventally reveal what happened to have the Jazzman like that. It's too soon to reveal that part of the story now though. I like to keep secrets and lay down hints. It keeps you guessing. :)

Question: How do you think the battle with the 'Cons will turn out? Will there be any survivors?

Ricochet: KTAB your scarring me! We got... possibly very dangerous 'cons... coming after ME! Why did you do that?

KTAB: Because, I just can't let you get on with your life that easily. And we got to see some of your training in action Ric'! Stop being such a whip. You're a magmech for Primus' sake.

Jazz: She's hiding somethin'. Ah know it.

KTAB: *mutters* And you got to have some enemies for the future... I said too much! Now get out there and kick some 'Con can!

Jazz: We rollin'!