Chapter One
Earthyear: 1987
Seven escape pods of blazing fire flew their way down to Earth, literally. As they reached even further downward, they already scattered outward, most of which heading towards the western coast of the United States. As they approached the atmosphere of the planet, an intensely rapid glow soon appeared and enveloped each of the pods. Inside of these pods was a single mech of white, grey, and blue, witha distinct visor of clear blue, door-wings attached to his back, and very unique four-fingered hands. He sat back quietly and held on as he shook and rattled about in his seat, keeping his grip on the steering handles as tight as he could to keep up both direction and stability. Even when the pod's windscreen ahead of him was seemingly completely covered over in blinding fiery light, he could still see all the radar, sonar, and other glowing monitors on the dashboard close to the handles in front of him.
"Calling all Autobots", A deeply familiar and stoic male voice called from the static inter-comm-link. "This is Optimus Prime, calling all Autobots approaching planet Earth. If you're hearing this message, please align your inter-comm-link and respond".
"This is Arcee here", a female voice replied from that same inter-comm-link.
"Brawn here too", a gruff male voice responded.
"This is Prowl reporting", a clear male voice called back.
"This is Ratchet, we hear you", another aged male voice responded.
"Ironhide here, I got ya signal too, Prime", yet another deep male voice replied.
"This is J-422, hearin' ya loud and clear too", the Autobot spoke in.
"Wheeljack copying too", one last male voice called.
"Excellent", Optimus Prime spoke again. "We'll pinpoint our co-ordinates to each of you as soon as you make landing. Just know that this planet is inhabited by small organic lifeforms. They're not ready to know of our presence yet, so make sure you don't land close to any potential sight".
"Understood", Ratchet noted.
J-422 tapped a few buttons on the dashboard, some bleeped and lit up here and there, ensuring that everything was still in check enough. Just then however, a mighty thud struck the ship from seemingly the outside, taking its pilot by near-complete surprise and forcing him to shake and swing from side to side. The screens and monitors on the dashboard briefly glitched into a few thick blocky pixels before going normal again.
"Hey guys, I think somethin' is going off with my pod's systems", J-422 exclaimed into the inter-comm-link. "It seems to be going at a different direction of the rest of ya".
"Mine too", Prowl quickly responded, a tad more clearly stressed. "I'm somehow heading way off-course".
"Do not worry", Optimus Prime assured. "Just keep your pods stabilised and find a clear area to land in, away from any highly populated areas as much as you can".
J-422 remembered so long ago, so many eons ago as thought it were only a few years ago, when he and nearly every other Cybertronian had no transformation-cogs, when he was merely a miner along with the likes Elita-One and Wheeljack. When an accidental collapse happened, he had one of his leg pinned under a boulder, and had to be amputated of it to save his life. He soon not only had a new leg replacement, but also a T-cog of his own after the uprising against Sentinel Prime. Through all that time, he dreamt of being a racer in the Iacon 5000, but the Great War put a halt to that. Now this time, it seemed likely he was about to lose much more than just one leg, as he and his escape pod went down to Earth, literally, and into a whole world of pain.
To be continued...
