Transformers : Return to Planet Earth -Not Accepting-

[fiver]

(My intentions have succeeded. C: Exactly my plan.)

[Galactus]

((oh dear. Your plans are always huge surprises.

Awaiting Raven's replies c:))

[fiver]

(bump)

[Crimson_Raven]

Had an idea for a twist.
Fowler can be Carters dad but they've not told anyone about it)

Agent Fowler

"We can't hold anyone against their will either." When they were out of the toll booth Fowler drove down a dirt track that lead up to two huge steel gates.
"No offence taken, guess I'll have to consult Prime." Bill was looking through the side mirror at the dark orange McLaren "unless…"
Saltraptor probably saw what he was thinking.
"Maybe you won't have to."
The gates opened as they came up to them, closing with a metallic rattle after they passed through.
Bill unclipped his seat belt and got out, closing the driver door.
"Your both free to transform here.
The Military knows what to expect when I pay a visit." He adjusted his jacket and smiled.
Of course it was an honor to serve with the Autobots personally.

Gunner

The Concept followed the Humvee up the dirt track, braking a tad at the sound the gates made behind him - Gunner wasn't usually the jumpy type-
and transformed on the Special agents okay.
Dust and sand still stuck to him, giving his orange paint a camo look.
With a sweep of his bright steely blue optics Gunner saw a runway further up to the right of the base and a fair few fighter jets stood idle.
The place was spacious which was welcome to a Cybertronian any day.
The Helicopter that had brought Fowler earlier was perched on a pad on top of a grey building several stories high.
Next to that was a lower but wide building, a hanger? or it used to be.
Humans buzzed about all over the place as expected on any Military base.
"One more thing, you two look like you could use refreshments.
Go to the old hanger.
They'll re fill your radiators and whatever else you need." Agent Fowler pointed to the low building.
Gunner looked down at the man and nodded his helm in thanks.

Sway

The red, black and white fea picked up the remaining vials that had survived the crash and put them back into their holders.
She grabbed a brush and swept up the broken shards and splinters whilst Knock out worked on Vos.
A sharp intake of air came from the young mech and he sat up.
"What happened? How'd I get here?" He questioned the red medic, looking around the med bay that certainly had seen better days.
Then at a femme he had never seen before.
His processor felt foggy.
"I don't know actually, your farther just dumped you here and told me to fix you up." Knock out folded his arms across his well buffed shiny chassis.
"Guess it was 'logical' to get you fixed first." Knockout scoffed, making quote on quote signs with his digits.
Vos rubbed at a cut on the back of his servo.
"Were not done yet." Knock out deactivated Vos' pain sensors and grabbed a welding gun and began to seal up Vos' wounds.
"We?" Vos fixed the fea with his optic again.
"This is Sway, she fell from the sky."
Knock out explained.
"I like how casual you made that sound." Vos pointed out, feeling strangely numb all of a sudden.
"Pretty rad that the gravitation didn't smash her to pieces.
Now we have two hot medics." Vos rolled his optic.
Sway flashed her denta in a grin.
"I'm not an official medic." She exclaimed, elbowing Knockout playfully.
"At least, not that I remember…" Sway muttered under her breath but Vos caught that last part.
"You don't remember?" He asked.
The mech wanted to keep talking to keep his mind off how odd he felt.
"I lost my memory.
Couldn't even remember my real name, all I do remember is that I was on a mission and a meteor shower knocked me out cold." She sighed and flicked a crust of metal off of Vos' pede where Knockout had just sealed a gash.
"Next thing I knew I woke up in pieces in a crater, staring at a certain nice looking red mech." She nodded her helm at Knockout who was smirking.
"Anyway, the good Doctor here put me back in order and here we are."
Vos held out his servo "pleased to meet you, its too bad about your memory.
Maybe you could talk to my father about your memory loss?
He's a scientist." He offered.
Sway shook his servo with a kind smile across her lip plates.
"Thank you Vos, its not like any other Decepticon to give a damn about anyone else." Adding "apart from you two." In case she gave Knockout the wrong impression.
Sway was glad to hear there might be a chance of finding herself again after all.
Who knew the young mech would be so forward?
She'd expected a brash untrusting youth and had gotten the total opposite.

Soundwave

A distress signal blinked at the Decepticon spy from his radar.
Soundwave transformed and went after it.
According to his radar the coordinates matched where Lord Megatron had staged an attack on a group of Autobots.
The spy had a bad feeling.
He was soon up above the location and could not see Lord Megatron in sight.
Soundwave transformed in mid air, falling the rest of the way to the ground.
He stuck his landing with a bend in his knee plates and steadying himself with a servo.
The only sound the purple mech made was a light thud next to a downed Blackout.
Soundwave stood up and pulled at burned metal fragments with his tentacles in an attempt to free the chopper from his jammed state.
It looked as if Blackout had been playing with fire, judging by his crispy paint and the bed of ashes he lay in.
Soundwave saw something flicking from the corver of his visor, turning his helm.
The end of Ravage's twitching tail.
Soundwave gestured with his servo that Ravage help him.

Spyglass

The bird bot soared using the wind current high above the tree tops.
His telescopic optic caught a glimpse of Soundwave before he landed next to Blackout.
Making note to keep well out of his keen view.
Optimus was leading the others to the Titans.
Spyglass tracked their progress from his vantage point, not understanding Sideswipes motive.
Spyglass flapped towards the Lambo a touch more in order to try and figure out what it was he was doing, flinging himself out in the open like that when Megatron's jet blazed by with Defect atop and plummeted into the far hills.
The air that came off of the aircraft almost causing the spy to lose control of his own flight pattern.
He fought against it with his beak tucked in, wings beating hard and glided once more.
Now his red optic focused on where the two were headed.
Straight for trouble undoubtedly.

Sorry i should be back soon))

[Galactus]

((Take your time c:))

[Galactus]

Saltraptor relaxed once they were in the confines of the base, moving the side mirror that Fowler looked through just a tad so the man also saw himself in the reflection. "Good idea." Was the only thing she responded with, the rattle of the gates behind them was something she welcomed and when they finally stopped, she opened her vents and lot hot air that had built up from the trip seep out. The femme opened her passenger door, releasing the girl's seat belt on her own accord and moving the seat to an angle where she practically dumped her out. She pulled away after that, closing the door once Jenna was behind her and transforming into her bipedal mode. Saltraptor turned after this, yellow optics glancing down at her partner and shooting him a familiar smile with a salute that followed right after. "Holler if ya need anything dear." And with that, she crouched down and transformed into her velociraptor alt., craning her head around to look at Gunner with a haughty snort. 'Follow', in translation, as she turned back around and began the walk to the old hangar, massive tail swinging in back and forth arcs behind her. Some of the working humans waved, others just completely ignored, and it was obvious that her presence wasn't anything uncommon- they weren't even bothered by Gunner either.

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Blackout was oh-so relieved that Soundwave had showed up, but as the mech carefully removed the parts that prevented him from transforming, his battered and broken rotor blades spun madly in a way to tell him to hurry. The last attempt he made to transform resulted in the rest of the metal pieces to crumple and snap under shifting plating, finally reaching his proto form with an infuriated slamming of his fists on the charred ground beneath him. The chopper stood up, with some difficulty- his left leg leaked energon and hydraulic fluid internally from his hip, and it was obvious that he was unable to put much weight onto it. Turning to pin a deadly gaze on the silent 'Con, red optics blazing, he lifted his left arm and extended a clawed digit to point in the direction that Megatron had crashed before pointing at himself, then his throat, to tell the mech that he couldn't speak until his vocoder was repaired. With a snort, Blackout turned, walking with his heavy limp-type-hop-thing toward their Lord's crash site which he knew would cause further injury to himself, yet didn't care. Megatron would be pissed if they didn't make efforts to find him.

[Crimson_Raven]

((Hey all
Sorry its been so long.
We've had money issues and I've not had my mobile around.
I'm doing my best so hang in there please.
Its only temporarily))

Delia

The blond stopped in the long grass and wild flowers.
She sat on a lone stump and rested her back against the inner shell of bark that remained.
The actual tree was still lay to the right.
Would probably hold Sterno's weight.
"Trying?
Hey, I succeeded didn't I?" She arched an eyebrow then pointed at him "You're welcome.
I just said what was on my mind.
Besides, you hadn't done anything to deserve -" Delia raised one side of her top lip and gestured in the direction which they had came from, where their foot prints had dented the grass "that." She snorted.
"Out of sight.
Out of mind." Delia lay her head back and stared up at the pinkish orange sky, listening to the quiet that surrounded them.
The only noise was the breeze blowing through the grass, bringing a nice chill to the evening.
It was calming.
Delia looked up, watching the white mech's awkward movements.
"Relax will you? Your making me dizzy." She chuckled to attempt to defuse the tension that hummed around like a very annoying UV light.
"If tail-plug wanted a fight it wouldn't have happened anyway.
Have that much faith in Wild Streak at least." She leaned forwards and rested her forearms on the knees of her dark ripped jeans.
"She'd have to get past me first." Delia winked at Sterno while smiling.

Wild Streak

"You mean well." Wild picked up a stone and threw it, watching the grass eat it.
"That's what counts, right?" His green optics wandered over watch her and Carter.
It just so happened that she tended to disagree with them.
A lot.
Maybe Carter was different?
He had to get to know the new guy himself.
But to Wild Streak, Nitroplug is great the way she is.

Carter

Carter stared after Delia, even after she was gone.
He was lost in thought.
So much had happened…and she knew about the Autobots?
Not only that.
She knows them personally.
Looked like he wasn't the only one keeping secrets.
Maybe he didn't have to feel so bad?
No.
He should have told her sooner.
They had been best friends since they were five.
He deserved to feel bad, keeping this a lifelong secret.
A bouncy voice snapped him out of it.
Carter blinked and looked across at Nitroplug.
"Yo." He smiled briefly, using the casual greeting that he often did.
Not really having an opinion of the scuffle between the two bots and Delia.
"Uhhh." Carter glanced at the Ferrari Autobot and then back at Nitroplug.
"I sorta got flung into it all.
That fighter jet…Starscream did you say? Attacked us and before I knew it I was tearin' down tarmac inside a Ferrari." He shook his head and laughed a little uneasy from the memory.
"Guess my designation is where ever Wild Streak is." Carter looked back where Delia had disappeared.
So that must have been the reason why Delia had been busy more than usual.
Acting kinda different too.
Carter spoke up after awhile "How long has Delia been with the Autobots?"
Wild sat up and stretched out his arms behind him.
"Hmm, three or four years, roughly." He answered the question after a quick estimation.

-_-_-_-_-_-_
Cyberonian

The bronze/gold mech grunted at the rough shove from Groth.
He was walking as fast as his wounds would allow, only did he stop when Vertigo attacked the red mech.
Cyber sniggered until Starscream jabbed him on.
Grinding his denta at Sixshot whom had made a miraculous recovery.
"Let us see how that shall last." The non-sider said under his breath.
Cyber was shoved into a cell and went straight to Blister, kneeling down on one pede beside her.
Not able to do a great deal as he was still cuffed.
"Blister?" He looked down at the fea with a worried expression.
His other knee fell down and he sat half in front of her.
He watched as Vertigo was tossed inside.

Starscream

The Commander groaned unintentionally at the throbbing of his pede.
He had the urge to fire a missile at Groth for claiming all the credit of the capture until Tantalum-or Vertigo, rather, saved him the bother.
Starscream hid a smirk.
He jabbed the non faction when he stopped and didn't bother to step in.
The red fool deserved it.
Knocking the gold mech the rest of the way into the cell that had been unlocked.
Starscream wasted no time in hobbling to the med bay.
"Out of my way!" He screeched at two drones that were walking down the corridor and burst in between them.

Sideswipe

"What are you waitin' for? A written invitation?!" Sideswipe yelled at the cluster of drones in front of him, in full view.
The drones open fired, their aim unfocused almost lazy.
Must have low energy levels.
Or so Sides guessed, either that or they were just full out scrap shooters.
The lambo dodged if too easily, seeing the bullets before they even came close.
Maybe it was the new work he'd had done.
A Decepticon insignia had popped up like a hologram when he'd seen them.
That was new.
Sideswipe aimed and fired, taking down one of the five.
Would have to leave a few alive to take him in.
More bullets flew at him, Sides let one hit him in the chassis, scorching a blackened patch right atop his new paint.
The sacrifice was a shame but paint was replaceable.
Fellow Autobots not so.
The Autobot fell the way the impact knocked him, landing like a marionette with the strings cut.
Okay so he made it all dramatic, it had to be believable.
Sides closed his optics and lay still.
Soon when the fire stopped he heard pede falls.
"Is he…?" A drone asked.
Sides felt something hit his pede, probably the drone kicking him.
'Grrr you will so pay for that'
"Seemed to easy." Another said flatly.
"Ahh Auto-scum are weak, don't be dumb.
He's out cold." The third drone sounded pretty sure of himself.
'Look who's talkin' Sides thought.
"Well, does it matter? Lets take him in.
Lord Megatron with reward us dead or alive." Said the fourth without a care.
'Drones are so predictable' Sideswipe let them heft him up, noting that they didn't go by flight, Momma bird must be close.
Or better, grounded.

Shockwave

The purple mech shook his helm slightly at Predaking then stopped dead and whirled around after the seeker broke partly free, grabbing Vertigo's right wing in the crook of his arm and folding his gun over it and his servo grabbed the other.
He hauled him backwards inside the Nemesis and threw him in the open cell with the other two.
The Scientist dialed some digits into the wall computer and a see through purple screen barrier rose up between the captives and the Cons.
Shockwave turned away from the Autobots to his colleagues.
"Excellent work." He granted them, watching the Commander hop off with exaggeration.
Turning to his friend the six-binder.
"Guard them.
Groth come with me.
We must find Lord Megatron before we take further action." The big mech made his way back outside and transformed into his tank alt.
"Lord Megatron? Do you require assistance?" All that filled the comms link was white noise.
That wasn't a good sign.

Vortex

The camo Con fended off a couple shots not quite fast enough.
Three landed in his side.
Vortex suppressed a yell.
He slammed his powerful elbow into Deadbeat's gut and grinned.
"I get to kill you for starters." He wiped his mouth with the back of his servo and twirled his blades in a full circle.
"C'mon!" The Decepticon taunted.

Driveby

Driveby's lip plates turned up into a smile at Vertigo's expression and not a very nice one.
Watching with dark amusement at his little outburst.
Feeling Predakings paw-like servo release his shoulder strut.
Driveby turned his helm in time to see him shift to Predacon mode.
'Really?' His faceplate questioned as one brow plate raised.
"Eh." The mech shrugged.
"Wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've done." He reached up and latched onto a large spiked plate and climbed up to sit behind Predakings shoulder blades.
Driveby transformed a servo for his laser gun and held onto the neck plating as best he could, looking around to adjust to the new height.

-_-_-_-_-_-_
Frost Wire

The silver jet passed straight through Frost Wire and kept going until his nose got imbedded in a wall of grass and an explosion of fire followed by a puff of rolling black smoke kept him busy.
Frost wire exhaled deeply in relief that the phaseshifter had worked.
As expected.
She deactivated it, snapping her helm up at some metallic object that flew at her.
The blue chrome fea leaped up and back in one movement.
Her gaze diverted to the object that rested at her feet.
Not object.
A sniper rifle?
Then a bot appeared in front of her out of the haze made of half disorientation and the other part smoke.
Her silver optics flashed up to meet two bright red ones.
They were attached to a decent looking black mech she realised as the smoke started to break away…scratch decent and stick smokin' there instead.
Pun intended.
Hot dang that smile actually made her spark stop for a couple clicks.
Even Frost Wire, a highly trained assassin that knew better.
But it was in her to pay attention to every detail and she was close to staring at this mech.
Titan tech said his readings were Autobot, even if physical attributes said Decepticon in her processor.
He looked dark.
In a deeply attractive way.
Whereas Cons don't belong in the same sentence as attractive.
Just no...ikk.
But darker than Autobot.
Something else was amiss.
Not that the Assassin could put a digit on what it was at this nano second.
She broke from her trance and switched her optics to the rifle at her pedes.
Frost Wire picked it up with both servos.
She held it width ways across her palms like you would with a sword.
Frost Wire let out a low whistle.
"Compliment like that could get you killed ordinarily." She cocked her helm to one side, looking at the black mech.
The flames from Megatron danced in her optics.
She meant sarcastically and seriously.
Which one she meant more was always the question with Frost Wire.
Finally her lip plates curved in a half smile.
"Luckily for you this is anything but ordinary.
I have orders." She explained indifferently.
The last part came out more sour than she meant to.
Damned nonexistent social skills.
"Friendly." She confirmed and rotated the rifle admiringly.
It was the same length as her own that was visible sticking up behind her right shoulder strut.
Some other features were the same too.
You can tell a fair amount about a bot from their rifle and this beaut was in near peak condition.
A few scuffs from the landing marked it in places.
"Though you'd have to earn the 'friend' part, its good to see another sniper out here." Reconsidering.
"As long as it isn't aimed at me." She added and held it out to him.
'Okay now I'm overdoing it' she mentally scalded herself.
Still.
Frost Wire remained suspicious.
This bot was definitely familiar.

Swift

The blue fea lay stunned in the dirt and roots for a moment until she heard pede falls coming towards her.
She used a root to pull herself up after hearing Tarn's soft voice and his servo touch her back.
"Peachy." Swift replied grimly.
She pulled herself up into a sitting position using a big root for support the medic found herself at the base of a tree.
Swift's optics found Tarn's when she looked up.
Turning her helm to inspect the deep wound on her shoulder strut that he had found.
She grimaced at a stab of pain and gasped, gritting her denta whilst the feeling passed.
Swift looked back at Tarn.
The change in his tone pulled at something inside of her.
"I'm sure there are plenty of reasons." She put her servo on his that touched her shoulder strut.
She understood.
"You don't owe me an explanation."
Siding her servo off of his to hold her cut shoulder.
Swift gave a small smile and stood up slowly.

Optimus Prime

The trees were fewer as the Leader of the Autobots dodged around them and came to a stop where the woods ended and a large plain of grass began.
Yet the huge space felt crowded somehow.
Optimus turned to look behind him at the others.
The missing bots had not gone unnoticed.
Ironhide was right beside the Prime, scanning the plain and frowning.
"The winds blocked out." He held his servo above his helm and wafted it to prove his point.
A sound like releasing and a hiss interrupted from in front of them.
Optimus and Ironhide jerked their weapons in the direction.
A strange structure of metal appeared seemingly out of thin air.
Several mech's stood atop the platform surrounding a particular silver mech that stood taller then the rest.
Green optics belonging to a reserved, friendly faceplate complete with a smile.
"Optimus.
My, how long has it been?" Titanfall greeted his old friend.
Optimus was taken back.
"Titanfall.
I was aware you perished with Cybertron." Optimus' mouth guard retracted to reveal a slight smile.
Happy his friend looked far from death.
And looked very different from when Optimus had known him on Cybertron.
The voice was the same if a bit gruffer.
"That's true for most parts." Titanfall patted the chest of his chassis.
"Well don't just stand idle, there are Autobots to rescue you know!" He bellowed and gestured for them to come.
Optimus started forwards but a servo on his upper arm and turned him around.
"Prime, you sure we can trust this geezer?
Plenty o' Decepti-punks managed to rise from the grave too." Ironhide questioned.
"He's an old friend.
Trust that Ironhide." Optimus nodded to his other old friend and set off.
Ironhide reluctantly followed.
"Whats with the 'walking on air' theme?" Ironhide asked, the scene of the floating platform ever confusing.
Titanfall chuckled and did something on the side of the platform.
Like a veil had been pulled off of the whole space.
A ship appeared right in front of them.
Ironhide blinked and even let out a gasp of surprise followed by a roaring laugh.
"A Battalion?! A real surviving Battalion?!" What a sight she was.
The vessel had to be twice the size of the Nemesis and certainly put it to shame.
Titanfall laughed heartily "welcome aboard the Harbinger."

-_-_-_-_-_-_
Electrix

The white, black and turquoise Viper splashed rainwater flying in all directions, skidding partway around the next turn now that the water became dense.
Electrix kept up a jitter from left to right keeping equal gap on each side of her alt so as not to let the Lambo pass once she got to the straight.
"Your missin' the party up here, Sparky.
Thinking of joining me anytime soon?" Electrix teased and laughed wickedly through a grin as she snaked along.
The fea noted that a few more bends and they would be at the bottom.
"One of the advantages to racing bots and not humans?"
Coming to the second-to-last bend Electrix abruptly transformed and back flipped over the railings to land in her Viper once again, dropping a level lower than Sunstreaker.
"You get to do that!" Electrix was again consumed by laughter.
Thinking along the lines of 'haven't pulled that one in forever'
Ha! If Rainer had seen it…
Getting to hang with Sunny has certainly been a change.
Mostly for the better.

Black Rain

The black Shelby watched Drift take up his third form and tail the direction of the pod.
Rainer waited in anticipation for his return, hoping it really was an Autobot in there.
If not then he was sure that the Con/s were in for a sharp welcoming if this turned out to be a Decepticon stunt.

Meanwhile…

An escape pod lay in a smoldering crater in the Earth's surface in a bed of broken branches and green leaves.
A red Autobot insignia on the outer wall near the door.
All was quiet for a few clicks.
Then the door made a 'chunkk' sound and swung open.
The blue interior offering enough flickering light to work out the standing outline of a small bot.
Green optics visible as she slowly and shakily stepped forwards, freezing at the sight of a mech with drawn swords.
This time the fea moved rapidly, hardly trackable to the optics.
She drew blades of her own from the hips.
Then she moved slowly with such grace.
A deadly stance unfolded-
While stepping her left pede stretched behind her the femme moved her left arm over her helm pointing towards the mech in a perfect arc that resembled a scorpion tail with the sai blade at the end in her delicate servo.
Her right arm pointed in a straight line towards him which her servo aimed the second sai - and held in place completely composed as the early morning light spilled over the land to reveal a soft pink transparent fea, Cybertronian frame.
With striking Jade optics, bearing the Autobot insignia on the left of her abdomen.
The fea Autobot squinted at the sudden brightness.
Her optics widening at the mech now that she could see him in color, not only him but everything else.
And her posture completely changed.
Her arms fell to her sides still holding the sai.
As the fea took in her surroundings…this was not Cybertron…she soon came to realise this was Earth.
"Earth!" She said in the old Cybertron tongue somewhere between a squeal and a shriek of delight and loss all traces of her intension to cause harm.
She turned her gaze to the black and blue colored mech.
He was taller than she.
Her helm would probably just reach the middle of his chest.
Well build figure too, if unfamiliar.
Strange non-Cybertronian parts.
the femme read his posture in the slightest of his movements.
Her previous excitement retreated deep inside and she hung her helm with shame.
He was of Samurai orientation.
A truly strong and dedicated warrior.
Not only had she missed that minor detail.
He was also an Autobot which did not help that her harsh reaction upon seeing another Cybertronian was to attack them...him.
"Forgive me." She continued in the old language, putting her sai back into their position on her belt.
She made a fist with her left servo, pressing it into her open right palm and closed her optics, bowing her helm.
Her hair-like helm cords fell forwards twirling around and shadowing her faceplate.

[Crimson_Raven]

Bump
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[fiver]

(Miss you too buddy!!! Happy early birthday!!!
Idk where galactic went...^^)

[Galactus]

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