CHRIS
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Post by CHRIS on Jan 21, 2024 2:39:07 GMT
Characters Appearing: Open to All Location (s): Witwicky Timeline: January 21st Plot Summary: Scott undergoes his insane transformation, losing control of his Cybetronian side as things go haywire
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Post by Scott Hauser on Jan 21, 2024 2:49:47 GMT
Fear and panic, that was all he felt.
One minute, Scott was riding his bike home when the harshest pain he felt in his life surged in him. The next, he was taller, on his feet, and different… He backed up slowly, trying to gain his balance. His hands… Were those metal? The first thing he noticed were people were staring at him, both in fear and shock. Murmurs surrounded him.
What the hell? Scott tried his best to keep his breathing stable.
Then he ran, panicked. “Systems” came online, or so it said to his immediate right. Things were being scanned, what the hell? “What’s going on!? Somebody help!” He attempted to run forward, but the amount of freaking out around him was freaking him out now. “What’s wrong!? Why won’t anyone help me!? I feel like I’m on frickin’ Fire!”
And then…
Weapons system online…
Weapons…? Scott didn’t have enough time to rationalize what happened next. Instead, something fired right out of his arm. Completely destroying a car. Now it wasn’t just panic, it was fear. Everyone was running. What had he done? He heaved slightly, running from the scene in fear.
“Calm down, calm down… Don’t freak out,” he muttered to himself more than anything as another blast managed to blast a hole in the road. “What’s happening to me…?”
To pretty much everyone, Scott looked like a rogue Decepticon. But in fact resembled a tiny, and very confused youngling. Standing 6’3” with a smooth metal, yet unpainted frame and wide blue optics. ”Stand down! And put your weapon away!”
Cops? What the heck? He held his hands up in surprise. “I-I don’t know how! Don’t shoot! I’m just a kid!” He managed. “What weapon?”
It was quickly becoming a scene… Especially when no one could possibly figure out how a seemingly normal kid had just turned… Robot?
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Post by Thrash on Jan 21, 2024 2:59:01 GMT
Thrash didn't know what the heck was happening.
One moment he was hanging out with his new friend Scott, next thing it looked like Scott's skin receded into... metal?
And now a bunch of officers were glaring at him after Scott accidentally blew up a car.
Thrash knew he was supposed to be a secret. He knew that he wasn't supposed to reveal himself to G.H.O.S.T.
But he also knew he couldn't let his friend get zapped.
Thrash transformed into his robot mode and stood between Scott and the officers
"Wait!" he shouted, "Don't shoot!"
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Post by Hashtag on Jan 22, 2024 2:46:50 GMT
Now where had Thrash snuck off to?
Hashtag was feeling extra nosy today, and so she had snuck out to see just where her older brother was going. Granted it'd be far too easy for him to spot her if she trailed too close to him, but Thrash was much faster than her to begin with so that wasn't even an issue. What was, however, was the fact that he'd escaped her line of sight and that meant she now had to track down where he was going. What did work to her advantage was being able to listen in to any sort of radio chatter. She liked to tune into G.H.O.S.T. 101.5 as she liked to call it, her sometimes favorite 'radio station' because it helped to know when they were in the area or if they had any sort of schemes the Maltos needed to know about urgently.
Though this time the chatter she picked up wasn't necessarily from G.H.O.S.T., but from the local Witwicky authorities.
"All units to Witwicky immediately. We have two hostile Decepticons, I repeat! Two hostile Decepticons!"
"Oh boy.." Hashtag sighed to herself, entering Witwicky just in time. It didn't take long for her to find the stand-off between the police, Thrash and a smaller bot who looked roughly Twitch's size. The purple Terran could feel her brother's concern, his strong desire to protect this bot.. maybe even a little bit of anger as well. Without wasting any time, Hashtag transformed and rushed toward the scene with servos held up. "Yeah! Don't shoot! They're not Decepticons!"
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Post by Skyfire on Jan 25, 2024 16:24:10 GMT
Skyfire had been spending even less time than "usual" in or near Witwicky of late, and his usual was very limited. Most of his energy was spent on constructing the lunar prison and its associated auxillary facilities - including the new Space Bridge here on Earth. With solar energy in greater abundance due to the lack of atmosphere, and the ability to harvest energy from satellite radio transmissions, the facility was already powered mostly independently from Earth. A prison wasn't the usual first step of colonization (or a careful exodus), but it would have to do. After all, if they could move the Decepticons away from Earth and establish a permanent base on the Moon, the Autobots could move onward to Mars, and possibly out to the Asteroid Belt, then to some of the bodies in the Jovian system, and then beyond - back toward their home. The knowledge Skyfire had, and the conclusions he'd drawn, made him very nervous about their race and their future on Earth. This was a place the Thirteen had walked, where the Arks had slipped past silently, and a world with biotic life that also had, somehow, raw Energon. Not to mention the transwarp pulse. Without the Grand Archive at Iacon, the depth of their ignorance about this world scared the old scientist in ways he didn't want to voice.
All of this was on his mind as he flew high over Pennsylvania, coming down from a trip to the Moon. His outer casing was still reacting to the shift in temperature, though he'd (as expected) made a near-perfect entry and adjusted for the air resistance. He heard the radio chatter - a police report of a rogue Decepticon in Witwicky - had one of the prisoners escaped from G.H.O.S.T. HQ? Or had one of them tried to free their kin again? It didn't matter - they'd had one jailbreak already, he wouldn't sit by and let them have a second. He activated his FoF beacon, identifying himself; it was a clear warning to any Decepticons.
He didn't bother using his vocalizer, instead transmitting voice directly over the radio. <Witwicky P.D., this is Autobot Skyfire, report received. I am inbound with a 20 second ETA. Stand clear.>
Twenty seconds was a generous estimate as he kicked on his afterburners and switched his main engine to air-breathing mode, screaming down from space and transforming in mid-drop, hitting the retro jets as he came down. Two of the Terrans were there; he could understand the confusion from the humans about them. The problem was, there was a third who, upon a quick scan, looked like some kind of biomechanical nightmare. The huge 'bot landed between the human police and the three junior mechanisms. Thanks to his recent transit, his outer shell was steaming, sending up a small cloud of fog between the humans and the Transformers. It wasn't doing much to obscure them, but it would probably be imposing to these officers. After all, it wasn't every day a huge jet came down from space and transformed into a three story robot in the middle of a city street.
He knew that Prime had said that the Terrans were to be kept out of G.H.O.S.T.'s sight, and that meant also out of the public eye. And, at least some of them had been training with Bumblebee and Wheeljack. He looked at them, and hoped their strange technorganic shells would have the innate abilities of their parent species. Seeming to stand mute before the police, Skyfire switched to a standard Autobot encrypted radio frequency in a band that humans could not intercept in real-time (and which even Decepticons might struggle with if they weren't in visual range). <Explain yourselves, stay on this same channel. You should not be in primary mode in front of the humans.>
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2024 19:45:56 GMT
Spinoff (or in this case, Spinoff's holoform) had been wandering about Witwicky, brown paper bags full of miscellanea adorning their arms like fine jewelry. As much as they disliked Earth, and it's biosphere of disgusting little lifeforms, they had to admit; the humans knew how to make a good trinket or two. Or twelve? However many things they had bought... They hadn't exactly been counting, or thinking at all, really.
The mute Decepticon quietly sat on the nearest bench in their vicinity, letting out a relieved sigh as they noted nobody else was occupying the other end. Perhaps it was the energon deficiency, but suddenly their load felt the tiniest bit lighter than they'd remembered and it worried them to no end. What was the point in spending (someone else's) money on things if they weren't there to be admired? They slid their findings off their arms and onto the bench beside them- Only for their attention to be redirected as they heard the distinct sound of transformation. They hurriedly whipped their neck in the direction of the noise, hoping someone was just watching a video or playing a game or something. The Autobots couldn't be here now! Not when they still had things to organise!
Their lips contorted in a silent scream as they took in the sight before them. Three younglings, with one seeming particularly panicked, and- Primus, was that Skyfire? Spinoff scrambled for their new belongings and stood on shaking legs. They had to run. The thought pounded within their mind as if trying to break out, and yet their feet remained almost welded to the floor. They stared at the scene, focusing on the young bot who drew the crowd's attention in the first place. The other two had a sense of focus about them, but that one was scared out of his mind.
It was like looking in a mirror.
Spinoff dropped their bags and ran ahead. They rushed in front of the policemen and beckoned (as best as they could without their device) for the group to move back and away from the Transformers. Skyfire had already provided quite the cover for the young ones... Perhaps they could attempt to dissuade their attackers?
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Post by Megatron on Jan 29, 2024 2:15:30 GMT
More and more, Megatron found himself sticking close to Witwicky and Autobot City. Working with GHOST was becoming more and more visibly scarce, even more so since his talk with Optimus and agreeing to become the new warden.
Ever since that chat, Megatron had felt the unspoken wedge between him and the Prime had grown to an extent, becoming more visible and known between them when all their feelings and thoughts had been set out on the table. He spent less time around GHOST, as little as he could unless absolutely necessary. Today was no different as the former warlord found himself soaring over the area of Witwicky, having spent some time on and off talking with Dot, to get his thoughts in order and her thoughts where he could, but their talks didn't settle his bristling thoughts. He was angry, hurt, mixed emotions running through his processor for weeks now since the breakout. "Hmmm, sometimes apathy had its perks." The old warrior sighed to himself, flying over the range the Maltos called home ensuring everything was peaceful as usual.
But, his thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of cannon fire followed by the familiar sound of distant afterburners. What now?
Changing course, Megatron headed towards the city spotting the large frame of Skyfire making a landing towards the city. Megatron couldn't tune into the police chatter but he did catch the chatter from Skyfire, focusing his scanners and catching the familiar signals of Thrash and Hashtag, and a third he wasn't familiar with. 'Frag it all!' The silver and black mech cursed to himself, <"Worry about explanations later SKyfire, worry about diffusing the situation first."> Megatron piped into the coms channel, his rotors being audible by then as he circled overhead, taking in the situation. There was no visible exit with the police surrounding them, guns drawn, and he was curious about the odd individual trying to wave away the armed policemen. Brave, but could put them in harms way as well. <"Coming in for a landing now.">
With an audible shifting of metal and mechanisms, Megatron dropped the short distance (for a Cybertronian at least) and landed dangerously close to the armed policemen, causing the ground to shake. "You trigger happy nitwits, put your firearms away." Megatron commanded in his deep, baritone voice he had often used as the Decepticon leader, moving to one knee to loom over a few of the armed humans, optics narrowing. "Holster your weapons and remove the wool from over your eyes, before an innocent gets hurt." He growled softly, reaching down and crushing one of the guns with his thumb and index finger causing the cop to stumble back in fright his optics briefly flickering towards Spinoff to emphasize his point.
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Post by Quinn on Jan 29, 2024 9:16:50 GMT
Ever since she had awoken from the stasis chamber after a 30-year power down, Quinn had been struggling to catch up on current events. Megatron had been kind enough to provide her shelter within Autobot City to keep her hidden from G.H.O.S.T. While Megatron had mentioned he would speak with Optimus Prime on her behalf, Quinn thought it best to remain out of sight. After all, she would find it hard to accept someone like her. An assassin... One who killed many Autobots both on Cybertron and Earth during the Great War, albeit not by her own will. Regardless of whether Quinn wanted to kill or not, she did and that left her with a certain reputation. Certainly the Autobots would despise her, and she felt their anger towards her was deserved. But nothing within her power would change the past and she had to live with that.
Most of Quinn's days consisted of her concealing herself within her apartment in Autobot City. She had a television and considered it as a way to attempt to study human Earth culture, but most of her day was just waiting. Waiting for news or a visit from Megatron, waiting for her to be discovered, endlessly waiting...
Today she decided to do things differently...
Tired of being cooped up any longer, the reformed femme decided she would explore the surrounding areas. Quinn was skilled in stealth, and she had found a suitable alt-mode on one outing with Megatron. Quinn was on the petite-side for a Cybertronian, especially a Decepticon, her height just above Bumblebee. But being smaller did have certain stealth advantages. Quinn was able to quietly make her way out of Autobot City before transforming into her alt-mode (similar to a smaller version of a F117 Nighthawk). 'Primus it feels good to finally be able to fly again...' A sense of both peace and excitement overtook Quinn as she flew through the sky, albeit careful to keep herself hidden. As she flew farther from Autobot City, she came closer to Witwicky, which was an incredibly odd name for a city to her.
Her relaxing flight was interrupted by the sonic boom of cannon fire, taking Quinn by surprise. As she surveyed the area, Quinn detected multiple Cybertronian signals not far from her location. One of which she recognized. 'Megatron?' Suddenly she felt a surge of adrenaline (or the Cybertronian equivalent) through her frame as she immediately kicked on her thrusters and headed towards his signal. For this moment, she would open her coms channel and reach out to Megatron, "Is everything alright, Lo-- *pauses* Megatron? I--I heard cannon-fire and saw your signal in the area." As she grows closer, she can pick up additional Cybertronian signals, and the presence of multiple humans.
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Post by Scott Hauser on Feb 5, 2024 3:27:24 GMT
What the heck was going on? Why did everyone think he was a Decepticon?
Panic was settled into Scott’s face but he really wasn’t putting two and two together yet. Then Thrash and some other what he was assuming was an Autobot showed up to his defense. Great timing! But why was this happening to begin with. “Thrash, what’s going on? Why does everybody…”
That’s when he got a first glance at himself in Thrash’s plating.
Was he… Was he a robot!? How!? Of all the huge theories he and his friends had thought of. Alien robot was not one of them. “This can’t be happening… What the heck?” He managed, quickly he knew there was only one way to hopefully de-escalate this situation. “Stop, I’m not a Decepticon! I don’t know what’s happening. Call my dad, Conrad Hauser. He’ll vouch for me!”
But by the time he’d stepped out to try and de-escalate the already insane situation…. he was transforming back into his human form. Which only served to confuse the police more. Most of whom had already hesitated when Skyfire and Megatron had shown up. Especially with Megatron shouting at them. One turned to his commander in confusion.
”Sir, what’s going on?” he asked. ”Do we shoot or…?”
But the commander looked equally confused. Keeping his gun trained on the trio - clearly he didn’t know what to do yet. Instead, he turned to Megatron with a frustrated: ”Do you have any idea who these people are!?” he snapped. ”What is this kid? Some freaky science experiment of yours?”
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Post by Thrash on Feb 5, 2024 3:33:15 GMT
Thrash was relived when Hashtag came to back him up, he was less relieved when he heard Skyfire contact him over the radio,
<We don't know!> Thrash shouted into the comm channel responding to Skyfire <My friend Scott, turned into a robot and now we got the police on us! I gotta get him out of here!>
When Megatron arrived and got in front of the humans, Thrash took that as his cue. He transformed back into bike mode.
"Scott get in! I'll get you out of here!" he shouted.
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Post by Hashtag on Feb 7, 2024 1:07:21 GMT
Tensions were rising quickly, so it was only fortuitous that Skyfire and Megatron arrived when they had. Just like her brother, Hashtag wasted no time looking to the taller mech as he communicated to the Terrans over a private Autobot frequency. Skyfire's question was a good one, but unfortunately Hashtag didn't quite have the answer to that herself as she shrugged in response.
<<"Monkey see monkey do? I dunno I just got here!">>
Thankfully where she lacked info Thrash was able to fill in the gaps. Hashtag looked over to the robot boy she now knew was Scott, curious and somewhat alarmed. So her brother's friend had somehow transformed and started this whole thing entirely by accident? No wonder Thrash seemed so worried and angry all at the same time, and the human police weren't exactly helping matters either. They were more or less at a stand still, and even as Megatron arrived yelling at the humans to stand down they in fact chose not to. With everything going on the purple Terran just barely caught sight of Scott transforming back into a human, and her old brother wanted to waste no time in fleeing while they still could.
"I'll cover you, Thrash!" There was no way she was letting her brother flee alone even if he was faster than her. She could still keep track of the police through their radios and find out if they were in close proximity. Hashtag transformed, waiting for Thrash before making any further moves.
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Post by Skyfire on Feb 7, 2024 21:59:58 GMT
Skyfire, for possibly the first time in his function, found himself in agreement with Megatron. While his first thought was always inquisitive, this was a situation that needed to be calmed down, and quickly. He nodded to the mute bot quickly, but focused his attention on the police. He looked at the one in charge, his optics narrowed.
"Autobots do not perform experiments on living beings without their consent - and human minors cannot give consent. I am insulted at your insinuation regarding our ethics. I cannot give a satisfactory answer about the nature of this child; but we all are aware that you are pointing weapons at a child who meant no harm. That should change, immediately."
There was obviously a tone of professional pride in the large mech's tone, as well as the insult. The whole situation galled him. A strange hybrid life-form that needed study, likely to be "protected" against necessary investigation by the Terrans. Megatron's presence. And the human police being utter fools. It was a very unpleasant sequence of events.
He looked down at the street, where Scott's energy cannon had added to the potholes. He cleared his vocoders, the short burst of static a sort of 'filler sound' like clearing his throat. "I sense no radiation from the affected area. I am certain that there is at least one Autobot who can be dispatched to patch your road. I strongly suggest you depart now."
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Post by Nightshade on Feb 8, 2024 1:15:27 GMT
Nightshade got a frantic call from Hashtag. It was garbled and almost illegible. Concerned, Nightshade traced the signal and found that not only was their sister in trouble but so was Thrash and Megatron! The Terran kept their fear to themself and transformed to see what they could do to help their loved ones. Yes, they considered Megatron a loved one since he helped train and teach the Terrans. Optimus trusted him so Nightshade would as well. The owl arrived overhead and saw a confusing scene before them. They swooped down.
"Thrash! Hashtag! What's going on?!"
Nightshade was fresh for the fight if they needed help. And they would help Megatron too if needed.
"Megatron! Are you alright?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2024 6:24:54 GMT
Dear Primus, Megatron was here too. Spinoff let out a strained squeak; the shakes of their former leader’s landing tripped up their stance and sent them tumbling to the ground. They watched in both horror and curiosity as the youngling transformed into a distinctly human child.
There they stood, (or more accurately, uncomfortably propped themselves upright) turning over their thoughts. With the bike-bot offering the boy, apparently named Scott, a getaway, plus the van and the newly introduced owl clearly being prepared to fight, they had an opportunity to leave before they were recognised as an actual Decepticon. The ‘real’ Spinoff was in jet mode, parked a short distance away from the area- If they ran, they could probably grab their things, pack them in, and make it back to their hideout just before sundown.
Then again, this was fascinating. Some kind of human-cybertronian hybrid... Exactly how was such a thing possible? Who was responsible? What unique abilities could the young man be hiding? With a huff, Spinoff promptly rose from the concrete and found themselves rushing towards Scott. The mute bot urged him towards Thrash's sidecar, hurriedly mouthing the words 'Get in'.
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Post by Megatron on Feb 19, 2024 20:12:15 GMT
There was a lot going on in short order.
Megatron first acknowledged the Terrans, smiling faintly as Thrash seemed to take up the cue to leave as well as Hashtag. But then by unfortunate timing here came Nightshade, the ex-warlord worried they might become a target if they seemed remotely hostile. "Nightshade, go with your siblings, I'm fine. Worry about each other and the boy." Megatron told them firmly, shifting where he stood to stand between the Terrans and the presumably two humans with them. "Take that other human with you, and do not turn back for anything." Megatron ordered them, his red optics narrowing at the officer in charge. "What part of they are children did you not hear me say fleshling." Megatron snarled darkly.
Though he was surprised to hear the voice of Quinn, having not expected the assassin to be way out here. Suppose it was fair given how he had kept her waiting for so long. "<I'll explain what's happening later Quinn, right now I'm just glad to hear you're around.>>" The gray and black mech was audibly relieved, seeing opportunity. "<I don't have time to explain the situation, but I'll bring you up to speed once we get this figured out. Do me a favor, follow those younglings and keep an optic on them, tell them I sent you. At this point I don't care if someone knows who you are, this is far more important than keeping hidden.>" Megatron trusted Quinn could handle whatever trouble may come from this and he wanted someone there to look out for the Terrans and the two humans. Well...one human, the other was questionable of what he was.
But that could come later.
Megatron though gave Skyfire a sidelong glance regarding his speech about ethics, scoffing softly under his breath. "Be the last time we say it, lower your weapons and go about your business, this is Cybertronian jurisdiction. We'll take things from here." He growled once more, resisting the urge to charge his fusion cannon.
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