High above the Earth, unknown to the billions of life-forms below a great activity was commencing in the Earth's orbit. Below the inhabitants of California went about they're everyday business as skated whizzed their way down the boulevard, not one had any idea of the huge meteroite that was hurtling towards their coast..
It had been a long journey, and across the void of space the meteorite had picked up all sorts of particles and space barnacles on it's outer surface. Inside the protoform of Locron remain securely inside. Picking up speed, the meteor entered Earth's atmosphere, a fiery ball of flame sparked around the exterior of the meteor as is reigned down through the stratosphere like a great fireball, streaking across the sky towards the coast. A huge tidal wave of a splash shot high in the air as the meteorite crashed into the sea, even from a distance the bathers of Plato beach bare spectacle to the huge impact.
Underneath the ocean, the meteorite continued falling with a trail of stream coming of the red-hot outer shell as it inter-acted with the cold water, slowly the meteroite began to crack....
“So long have I been encased in this vile shell.” The rather dominate yet distinctive voice wrong out below the now chaotic surface. “The millennium of solitude and confinement which I have suffered through has only left me ready for war against those who oppose me.” As the voice continued to echoed out across the vast ocean a single arm broke free of its restraints and began to flex at every joint. “All the auto-bots old and new will pay for my exile with their lives and then my lord will be able to rule supremely over Cybertron and the entire galaxy.”
There was a loud crack followed by deafening silence as the survivors from the wave looked towards its epicentre only to see the water boiling due to the immense heat which had just been released, but by the time the coastguard had finally arrived all trace of what had caused the chaos had vanished.
Meanwhile about 10 miles further out a prototype British navel aircraft carrier was being tested just outside of US ocean and this would soon turn into one hell of a test.
The coastguards had arrived on a plush red and white speed boat and were puzzled by the bubbling water. "You think we oughta all the choppers' in as well?"
"I dunno, I don't like the looks of it.", replied the other. They were interrupted from a radio Transmission from the distant British navel prototype aircraft carrier.
"This is the U.S.S. Lexicon to the California Lifeguard craft, what is your status. Over?"
"This is the Wildcat, repeat, this is the Wildcat, I think we're going to need your assistance. Over."
"Rodger that, adjusting course. Over"
"Hey whaddya do that for?" asked the 2nd lifeguard in the boat.
"Listen whatever's down there, we're going to need their radars and deep sea recovery equipment. You heard the report! Something big came down here! Now some say it was a meteorite, well I don't know what if I believe that, but whatever it is it came from up there!, continued the man pointing upwards.
As he did they slowly looked up to the stratosphere of the sky before looking down at each other in shoch, think what the other one was also probably thinking...
“The sentient life on this planet are nothing more then infestation which needs to be controlled or destroyed completely.” Locron’s voice once again boomed out across the vast ocean but such a noise was easily picked up by the navel ship which was now just a few hundred meters away.
“What in the world... Captain you need to come hear this, urgently!” Back on the navel ship the captain let out a single drawn out sigh and proceeded over to the sailor who had just shouted out to him. As he reached the computer he slowly slipped on the headphones and indicated for the sailor to reply the recording. As he did the captains eyes widened.
“The sentient life.... *static* ....Infestation which needs to be.... *static* destroyed completely.” As the captain began to narrate what the sonar had picked up his attention was drawn to the sonar it’s self. “Sailor what’s wrong with your sonar?”
“I don’t know captain. It just appeared like that shortly after picking up that voice, but i can tell you whatever is down there isn’t afraid of being found.”
“Okay, someone get on the radio to those robot people... damn what are they called... erm... The one’s that have been on the news, I think there called Altech. Once you’re in contact with them tell them our situation. Hopefully they’ll be able to make heads or tails of this.”
As the captain barked out instructions the communications expert on the ship began to carry out his assigned task. “Hello Altech. This is the British navel Carrier U.S.S. lexicon. Approximately thirty minutes ago some sort of meteor landed just off the coast of California. Shortly afterwards we picked this up on our sonar.” The communication expert began to play the message they had just picked up only to be interrupted by a huge creaking of the hull which made the entire crew go silent.
“What the hell was that?” But before anyone hand time to respond a massive robotic arm reached out of the water and gripped onto the flight deck causing the entire crew to suddenly panic. As they did several crew members and military personal on the flight deck began to open fire with what ever weapons they had on them, ranging from pistols to assault rifles. As the chaos erupted open the ship it was all transmitted down the radio only to be ended by the simple words "Holy shiznitz it's huge!" as the entire ship and her crew were dragged down into the deep abyss
As the great arm of the Decepticon started to reign terror on the naval ship a great light in the sky alshed as something entered the upper stratosphere. Followed by a cloud of white smoke and a great fiery tail followed the pod containing another protoform. The pod overshot Locron's position in the deep ocean where he fell, alot further back than the beach the pod hit the car park of the local refinery
OOC: Okay Hot Shot this is you, keep ind mine this is where you are in relation to Locron, so don't forget about having to get there first.:
Post by The Allspark on Jul 31, 2009 6:32:26 GMT -5
The Protoform pod opened, as the Protoform stumbled out. He rubbed his head and looked around.
"Where am I.. This is weird.. Ugh, my head hurts." he complained.
He began to walk off. In the shape of what would be his new form after he would be a proper 'bot, Hot Shot saw a broken car.
"I like it.. Hmm.. Scanning now.." he said as he began to scan the car. Now, Hot Shot looked like the form he should. (See my Profile in the Autobot Profiles thread for info). "I look awesome. Hmm.. What's that.." Hot Shot asked himself. He looked across the sea, to see.. Another Transformer?
"I gotta reach him and talk to him!" Hot Shot shouted as he headed off towards the sea.
Hot Shot followed the long winding road down to the beach, fully testing the high acceleration (And braking!) of his new alt mode. After ten minutes he finally reached the beach, kicking up sand as he drove across the sand before getting stock and kicking up nothing but a storm cloud of the grainy yellow stuff from his rear back tires..
OOC: sorry i didn't have muich access to a computer and what access i did was targetted at another RP because it's at a critcal point. =/
As the ship was slowly dragged down to its watery grave Locron scanned it in one quick glance.
“I suppose this piece of junk will do for the mean time. It’s amazing that this is the height of the vermin’s technology and yet it’s lacking any sort of offensive weapon.”
Locron’s attention stayed clearly focused on the ship as it began to fade out of sight. Letting a sinister smile spread across his face he began his transformation phase which was slow to begin. As his transformation finished he merged from the icy ocean with the Decepticon logo right across his flight deck.
Ignoring the cries for help from the smaller bot Locron began his course down the coast in. This planet was a whole new experience for him. He had no idea what the name of the substance he was floating on was called. All he new was that it was entirely different to the deep dark space which he had been so familiar with for so long.
Drawing his attention back the “drowning” bot, Locron couldn’t help but let out a metallic sigh. He knew for a fact that the bot wouldn’t die because the bot has no long to inhale the water into.
Hot Shot continued to struggle in the water, but unaccustomed to this watery liquid, something they didn't have on Cybertron started sinking under, after a few moments he re-surfaced and then sunk back down again only to resurface...
Locron continued meanwhile to make his was down the coast, it was a long way to the new Decepticon headquarters - judging by the co-ordinates he'd been given on Cybertron. In order to get there he'd have to sail down a little further before coming to a point where he'd have to get out of the water and stomp across this country to get there...
As Locron began to sail towards the coast Hot Shot began sinking, eventually falling deeper and deeper to the bottom of the ocean, yet suprisingly to him, he was still very much and alive and functioning, but for how long. Struggling to get back to the surface a shadow appeared in the distance as a great white shark sensed the bot's struggling and luncged towards him trying to take a huge bite into his leg...
Meanwhile another pod carrying the protoform Autobot Wingflutter crashed into the ocean on the coast, crashing into the deep blue sea with great speed..
Wingflutter let herself sink through the ocean, still in her pod, until finally she was halted by the sand below. Pod cracking open, she stretched as her transformation ended, leaving her at the bottom of the sea in bipedal mode. "Ha haaa!" She exclaimed, attempting to throw a couple of excited punches ahead of her, their speed impeded by the substance surrounding her. "So good to be able to move again," A quick look down at herself dampened her exuberant mood slightly, however. "Ugh...can't do much besides walk until I scan a new alt mode, though."
Sensors activated automatically as what functions she could use in this form booted up, giving her the general location. There was another Transformer somewhere within her area of detection, as well as some large inorganic object under the hydrogen-oxygen compound she found herself within. "Wonder what that is?" Wingflutter mused, not seeing much reason not to speak out loud. Not like anyone was around to hear her. "Bet the other bot knows. Hope he's a friendly."
Focusing on the signal from the other Transformer, she began slogging her way through the muck comprising the semi-solid bottom of this liquid medium, kicking much of it up in her passing. "This stuff's gonna clog my systems...whoever's in charge of the medical stuff down here's gonna be mad..." She grumbled good-naturedly.
As Locron continued to sail down the endless coast another pod caught his eye falling at a rapid pace towards his general location. Despite the fact of the first fatality which he had technically caused Locron was still getting annoyed at all the new arrivals.
Activating the ships onboard sonar Locron began to scan the ocean below. This is one bot which was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Jazz: It did? I mean, of course it did!!
Sept 12, 2021 8:13:29 GMT -5
Hoist: Jazz, it worked!! Bomblast was last online here 5 hours ago!
Sept 12, 2021 1:16:54 GMT -5
Hoist: Hmm, I'm guessing nothing to do with Beast Wars or Armada, so either a sequel based in or around the first renegade rp trilogy or War For Cybertron? I'm guessing War For Cybertron!
Aug 25, 2021 11:58:46 GMT -5