Title: Chapter One
Big Kahuna - June 10, 2008 12:32 AM (GMT)
OoC: You guys don’t have to, but I think it might be interesting to write in the first person for this.
Even though I didn’t have a heart any more, I could feel it sink as I watched the Autobot vessel fly upwards and leave the planet. Even though I said nothing, rather unmentionable words were streaming endlessly through my head. Typical Autobots, made a mess of things for us humans and didn’t bother to help clean things up. Their supposed “sacred life force” had turned myself and others into Transformers, of a technological level even the Autobots weren’t familiar with. But instead of helping us go back, they merely scanned us before leaving without so much as a whoopsy-daisy.
Now we were all alone on Earth, left to fend for ourselves. At least the Autobots had given us “permission” to use one of their abandoned bases for a home, scaled down for their smaller “Micromaster troops” and perfect for us. And they had given us the controls to their orbital teleportation system, so we could get to it quickly. I was a bit relieved that it was hidden away in Antarctica, far out of the reach of mankind. I’m no fool, being in robotic forms only made us vulnerable to those who would want to use us, or worse, dissect us.
“So…” I turned to the others once the space ship was out of the view of even our enhanced eyes, looking at these four strangers awkwardly. However, I couldn’t really think of what to say next. What was there to be said?
Void - June 10, 2008 01:13 AM (GMT)
When it had first happened, I had been too shocked to be angry. I had become this...thing. My flesh was gone, my face was a gone, every part of me...replaced by this cold metal exterior. When the autobots had found me, I had been relieved...their technology was well in advance of anything my people had developed, this freak occurrence had obviously been a mistake of theirs, and they would fix it.
Only...they didn't. They hadn't fixed me. They hadn't even tried. They'd herded me in with four others...people like me, I guessed, and started talking to us. Told us what we could do, where we could live apart from the people who wouldn't recognize us as human any longer. Why should they? We weren't human.
My eyes, or whatever I had in their place, stayed riveted on the spot where the autobot ships vanished, and I did not move them. It had taken quite a while, but now that I was certain that I was not getting my old body back, now that all hope had just vanished into the blue sky, the anger began to bubble deep inside my brain. A flash of heat in my brain and a feeling of tension just below my metallic skin...it was a thing I'd felt before: inner rage, unresolvable inner rage, with no outlet.
I heard the others begin talking, but I didn't respond to them. My eyes were still trained on that point, and my expression was slack. My irate frame of mind could not be read by these four, and that was fine. My eyes lost focus and I took them from the sky. I still said nothing. I did not know what to do, but a furious energy filled me... I needed time alone...time to think, or break something, or just roar out at the fate which seemed to have turned its back on me.
Shadowcat9279 - June 11, 2008 02:59 AM (GMT)
I suppose I'm still in shock. Becomeing this.... thing has me rattled to my very core. No longer human but a ... 'subspecies of transformer' one Autobot had said. I remember the change well and it makes me ill to recall all that pain I endured... to feel my insides warping, hardening all while screaming. That had been what drew attention to me. My screams. The Autobot scientists had poked me and scanned me, doing analisys after analysist. Then they just up and left!
What the hell! My mind screamed as my legs shook as I watched them just fly away to leave us to our fate. I had lost everything in that moment.. all my hopes of returning to my family, my dreams of my future... all gone. And Its not just me... others are suffering too.
At least I recognised what I seemed to have been merged with. The horse's face that stared out on my chest did a little to sooth me. I was more leggy now, taller then the others by some inches, and I still had some hair... a mane of black crested my head and flowed behind me. My eyes.. or whatever they were now were amber in glow and my sences... were still there but off somehow. Snorting in disgust at our supposed help I stamped my foot... hoof as I crossed my arms. I remained silent though as I listened to the others shifting. I was too upset to say anything and I knew I may regret the things that were crossing my mind at that moment.
Silverwing - June 11, 2008 05:08 PM (GMT)
I sat cross-legged on the cold metal floor - cold steel like my new skin, of the platform. My arms rested on my lap limply, I did not move any limb, or piece. The only 'thing' that I bothered doing was to twitch my now bright blue eyes, super eyes I dare admit. I stared sorrowfully at the sky, my focus on the diminishing black dot which was the autobot vessel leaving Earth, leaving -us-.
I glanced to the other persons who stood quite far on the platform too, but I didn't pay much attention to them and switched my gaze to my metallic hands. I looked at them with scorn yet out of boredom decided to inspect the structure of them, lifting slightly the plates to look at the many interconnected wires and robotic things which I had little knowledge about. I sighed deeply and bringing my left arm up I rested my head on my hand.
I kept glancing up to the sky randomly, my head lost in a sea of thoughts. From what I could tell all were negative; who would be thinking happy things anyways when you've been turned into an aberrant robot and which the only people that could help you went away to celebrate and enjoy their lives...I don't think that even the most retarded person in the universe would.
Were will I live? What about my friends? ...my family! Will my pets be afraid? What will my parents say? Or aunt- my bros!? Desperate thoughts of this kind and more swarmed my mind, and I could do nothing to stop them coming and coming. I felt pathetic as they bombed me and I did not do anything to keep them from stinging me or even worse to fix them.
I felt my throat tightening, even though I did not have an organic throat like before, you know that sensation that when you’re so dang sad and want to cry but you won’t do such thing because you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of some other unknown people that by just looking at their sizes and faces you knew they were older… far older. Luckily I knew a method for my pain, and that was looking at things not with a miserable side but with anger and scorn, and I just had the ticket for it.
I bit my lower lip, - which surprisingly I didn’t felt it being…so hard, in frustration and with my fingers I tapped them over the metal surface of my metal head, glaring with annoyance the horizon while hearing the chatter of the strange people. Rolling my eyes I wondered if I there was a switch to turn off my ears, or audio volume- receptors? whatever they called them.
I bent down, and pressed my hands to where I thought my ears would be, and thought of any things that came to mind and could distract me.
While thinking out of the blue things such as how would i get to defeat that boss in Metroid I turned to inspect myself, a thing caught my attention. Keen steel blades fold in such a way around my hip and back that for some reason, they looked to me like feathers, though I did not knew why they gave me the impression that they would serve for a task only meant to light weigh creatures. To fly.
I chuckled slightly with sarcasm and glanced up at the sky.
“And I can ‘dream’ I can fly…”
FireHex - June 11, 2008 11:24 PM (GMT)
It is really too quiet.
Shifting between my feet, the silence was driving me just crazy. Actually, this whole situation was enough to drive anyone batty, or depressed, or angry...any really negative emotion. But I really didn't want to think about the mess. Watching at the shuttle with the Autobots on it disappeared, I just really could only wish I had my headphones with me. Than I at least could listen to something. If I didn't, than I would think about this whole thing and get that bad feeling in my stomach. But again, I didn't have a stomach anymore, did I? Could I even eat still? Agur...no more chocolate.
I didn't want to think such things! Not about how I couldn't be with my family anymore. That I not even human anymore, just some sort of machine. Why couldn't the Autobots do something about it? They should have been able to do anything, something...Why did this even have to happen? Now, what I am suppose to do for the rest of my life, what?! Oh, how I just wanted to actually be home, run upstairs to my room and grabbed my teddy bear and cry into it. It always made me feel better....than Mom would ask if I was all right, I would most likely say yes and than head down stairs to sit on the couch and watch TV.
Damn it, why couldn't this all be some dream!?!? Or a bad, really bad prank show? I am not laughing!
Ok, calm down, calm down. No need to totally freak out. Seeing the other four around me, they had to be as upset as myself. Would do no good to drop down to the ground, asking the high power why he decided to screw me over like this. As well, might as well solve one problem.
"Enough of this silence. Lets just get moving out of here to that base they gave us," I sighed out, placing my newly metal black hands on what I would call hips, "I don't know about you all, but I rather sleep inside than outside thank you very much."
Void - June 12, 2008 03:39 AM (GMT)
Note: BK said I could go on ahead of him.
I raised my eyes from my feet and focused on the smaller freak across from me. Her build was lighter than mine...I didn't know if that meant anything, but I dismissed the observation as quickly as I made it. There was a barely restrained energy coursing through my limbs...I wanted to tear something apart, anything, destroy it. What she proposed was that we go make the best of things, go move on...but no, that meant resigning myself to this...this bullshit! This wasn't my fate, this wasn't just, it wasn't fair, it wasn't...it wasn't anything I was ready to accept.
I idly swung my right fist into collision with my left fist, a loud clang resounding rather than the sharp 'thwap' I was used to. I had done this back when I was human...which had always disconcerted people around me, and concerned my father about the damage and future arthritis it might result in. No fear of that any more, dad. I let my fists collide again while I looked around, my furious and nervous energy subsiding slightly.
"I don't know. I feel like taking a walk more than settling down for the night. Maybe I'll follow you guys, but I'm not gonna stay inside anywhere tonight, probably." Typically speaking, I'd either be really polite and nice on my first impression, or overly confident and in control, or possibly distant and uninterested, depending on who I was talking to and how I wanted to come off. Today I was too muddled to put on any persona, and really wasn't worried about my impression on these four with all of my other concerns. If I ruffled any feathers, I'd fix it later.
Big Kahuna - June 12, 2008 04:50 AM (GMT)
OoC: Wow, Hex. I don't think I've ever seen you cuss before. o.O
We were all in shock. That was understandeable. Myself, I've never been good under pressure. Ironic, since my family has a history of being in hairy situations before. But then, I'd always had my parents to look to for guidance and support. Now, I was on my own, and I wasn't 100% sure I could handle this.
But, what choice did I have? I wasn't completely sure if I wanted to live or not right now, but what if I decide later on that life isn't so bad like this? That seemed unlikely, but I've made big adjustments in life before. And how can I eventually decide that life is worth living if I'm not?
"Look... gator guy," I said. "I don't know if it's the smartest thing to split up. And I really think it's a bad idea to stay here. The authorities could arrive any minute, and what do you think they'll do when they find us? Probably cart us off somwhere and take us apart. Or worse, reprogram us--if that's possible--into weapons. Right now my free will is all I have, and I'd rather hang on to it.
"Look, I think it's safe to assume we're all we got right now. Even if we don't know each other, we're all in the same boat and we need to watch each others' backs. I vote we get to this base thing the Autobots told us about and get settled in. From there we'll have the luxury of time to decide what to do next. Out here in the open, I feel vulnerable."
I turn to the other people in the group, apparently all girls. Dammit, how ironic... I finally get a chance to meet some women, and I don't think I even have the parts any more to do anything. "Perhaps we should put it to a vote?"
Silverwing - June 16, 2008 12:50 AM (GMT)
I glanced idly at the female once she had spoken, and sighing in utter frustration I stood up and crossed my shimmering white arms over my equally flashy breast, which was as well white but had strange black markings in some places, and lied my back on the steel wall behind me. Damn it, it seemed as if everyone knew what they were, and it was outrageous not to have the single smallest clue what my mode was...if I could transform anyways.
I kept quiet and examined each bot-...person, carefully. Giving completly different looks at each as I looked at their faces or any action they did.
The horse lady: I didn't really gave her a negative neither positive look, neutral since she hadn't showed much of herself.
The bold female: Just as soon as she had started talking I immediately assumed that she would be the most annoying of all, muttering to myself "Fresa..." the way to address a snob in a hateful way in Mexico, my homeland, I glared at her and quickly switched to another person, this time to the hotheaded male.
At first I frowned scornfully at his fist warming-up action; I got along more with rash males OF MY AGE than with females, since I was that tomboy type, loving the mountain sports, fierce animals, fantasy-dragons on top of all, videogames, doing nasty pranks, etc. But I didn't like at all those -muy macho- people; well this was the impression this dude gave me by doing that bully-like threat, and I hated bullies as well. However as he spoke, my dislike disappeared.
I finally turned to the last one, a male, in contrast of the previous one, calm. I didn't examined him honestly, just heard him talk, for what he spoke caught more of my interest than the other's, especially after saying -into weapons- in such a way that I almost felt we were in a movie, or something of the sort. My mind then started wandering away, still listening and catching some of what he said but focused on that EPIC line.
To tell the truth, I'm a very imaginative person, and I mean in the -striding through the clouds- if you get what I mean. And I had a weakness for starting to build up a whole story in my mind once I had seen or heard something of my interest, such as in this case, what the guy said about us getting reprogrammed into killing machines, just to imagine us really getting to be done such thing, then as we wreak havoc little by little 'I' get to regain my own mind, then I try freeing my fellow comrades...wait comrades? Bah well in this story I try to make sense to them but they all go psycho like and suddenly get out of control and massacre the people who held -them- since I had been freed and then comes a secret organization who try to tame them but then the autobots come and for our or 'MY' since the others where just like beasts, terrible surprise they had been turned into decepticons - but they turn out to be from a parallel dimension! So I discover that I have to obtain this object of great power who is called -The will of the dragon- created by the powerful draconis council and blah blah blah blah....
Shadowcat9279 - June 17, 2008 05:21 AM (GMT)
"I dont like the idea of being trapped in a base none of us know off out in the middle of the freaking Antartic. For one its fricken cold there and two.... There would be no where for us to run if something did happen."
I speak up finally and turn toward the group. "However, splitting up would increase our chances at being caught and I for one do not want to be an experiment.... " I shiver. "We all know our kind..... humans are violent things by nature. I know that they would tear us appart in less then a heartbeat."
I move closer to the group and eyed them... I seemed to be the elder among them.. but then it was hard to tell my the way we looked now. "The best thing is to work with what we are given.. At the very least we have a shelter to fall in to."
Silverwing - June 17, 2008 06:30 AM (GMT)
"As if we would feel the cold..."
I smirked sarcastically and looked away from the group and far into the setting horizon, not caring for whatever reaction to my first impression would rise.
I was depressed, and when depressed I became a cold sarcastic and annoying prick, who liked saying harmful things to the people around whenever the chance arose to mention a crude fact, such as now. Can we feel stuff anyways? Regardless if they were elder, if i was in a group in which we were all strangers, I took the liberty to be disrespectful. Why do I care for anyways?
Like my mom says -People don't give you food- In other words, why do you care for what other's think or say about you? They don't do a crap for your life so for what concern about? Though in this case...it wasn't put as what it was truly meant for, but I was using it just for an excuse for my upset behavior.
FireHex - June 18, 2008 06:26 AM (GMT)
While waiting for something to be decided for them, I somehow had this feeling I already stepped on some toes. I don't know how, but maybe from the look the feather girl was giving me or the reaction from lizard dude. Whoa, almost 50% of the group. Shifting a bit, maybe it would have just been better to keep my mouth shut. It would have been better than way. Stay out of everyone way and move along with the group. I didn't mind doing that. As long as something was decided.
But that didn't look anytime soon.
Seeing around at the group, it was easy to see the different forms of the others. One of the girls looked like some kind of bird and the other seem like a horse. The more angry filled of the two male was some kind of lizard, a reptile. The other guy was a little more harder to tell, but he had to be something with fur. Now myself, hell if I knew. I couldn't really tell. Man, I needed a mirror or some water to catch my reflection. Now, this just made the whole experience deeper inside of me. My face...it wasn't my face anymore. It wasn't the one I was use to seeing in the morning.
"Well....I think the one thing we can agree on is staying together and moving towards the base. So, lets do that first before decide what happens next,' I sighed out.
Big Kahuna - June 19, 2008 04:17 AM (GMT)
OoC: Hey Silver, try to maintain turn order, okay?
I didn’t know these others, but I automatically assumed that I was the most cynical of the group. I had been raised to not trust the government, and my life experiences had taught me that people in general were not to be trusted. Heck, there were times when I firmly believed that the human race downright sucked. I just wanted to go someplace where nobody would find us, until we had a handle on our new bodies and could defend ourselves.
There four were the only ones I could trust, and not on merit of any personal observations. We had the same problem, and thus it was in our best interests to look out for each other. As a group, we were obviously disorganized. Perhaps we would learn to know each other better and trust each other for real as time went on. I just wished there was a way to fast forward through the tough beginner stage and jump right into a time when we had a handle on our situation. Sadly, life didn’t come with a fast-forward button. “The Autobots gave me access to the satellite system they left above the planet,” I said. “From here, I can have them teleport us instantly to the base… but it’s in Antarctica. I dunno if you would want to go outside there, gator guy. But they said there’s a training room there, you could work out your frustrations there if you want.”
I paused, looking to each of them once again for their permission to begin the teleport. I didn’t know what were we going to do if someone said no. We had to stay together, but we couldn’t stay here. I hated being in no-win scenarios like this. My brain usually tended to freeze up.
Void - June 19, 2008 04:37 AM (GMT)
As they talked, I felt my attention waver. They couldn't tell the degree of my feelings here, which was good, but I really did want to walk away from them, wanted to get through what we needed to get through here so that I could get some time alone. I just...it's hard to have so much anger and hate, and still keep myself somewhat composed. I mean, they could read my body language a little, but my voice wasn't angry, and my face wasn't angry, I could keep composed around other people, but I didn't enjoy cooping it all up, I wanted to be alone, to dive into these black emotions head first...but I couldn't do it with all these people around me.
"Oh, like any animal here could withstand antarctic cold? Unless you're a leopard seal, you're out of luck too. Even the bird wouldn't make it--not to offend, miss--since I don't see the standard tuxedo of a penguin. If these stupid, garbage replacement bodies can't stand the cold, we're all screwed, and it has nothing to do with what animals they emulate." I wasn't yelling, though my disgust with the autobots was pretty clear in my description of their 'upgrade' to my human form. It had to do with their technology. If it wasn't good enough to withstand those temperatures, then they shouldn't have a base there, anyway.
"Let's just do it. As long as you can teleport us back, I don't care if we take a jaunt to this place or not. As for a training room, it's not like we're going to be doing their job for them in their absence, so we won't have any need for that. I think it's safe to say that we've all got something against these irresponsible assholes, so we certainly don't owe them anything. I'm game to eat their porridge and sleep in their beds, but I'm not gonna act like an autobot just because they made me look like one."
Shadowcat9279 - June 20, 2008 04:36 AM (GMT)
I smiled as I looked up at the fading vapor trail in the sky. "We are not animals ... we are more so and I suspect this trip will not affect us temperture wise. What we all need is a place to run away too, to adjust to our state and in many ways heal. We feel betrayed and abandoned and hiding may be the best thing not only for us but for our loved ones. I mean I dont want my family caught up in all this should something happen." Why I was speaking up in such a soft tone? I didnt want to leave anyone behind....
I was scared yes. Very scared. I did not like the idea of exiling myself to a cold wasteland of Ice and freezing winds. I wanted to go home to the blazing heat of the desert... to wrestle with my brother... and spend time with my boyfriend. Thinking of them all was almost unbearable. "Yes.. lets go. Hopefully things can smooth out."
Silverwing - June 22, 2008 02:27 AM (GMT)
(Oops, sorry my bad)
I kept quiet hearing the others, occasionally frowning at the people's commentaries.
It was then when the croc boy spoke about me, of course my attention pinpointed the older guy immediately. I shrugged in response, expressing that what he had said did not bother me, though once more i examined myself. Yes, I didn't have the color scheme of a penguin, adapted to the cold...yet something seemed to be telling me that I WAS adapted to the antarctic climate, but why? I did not knew.
Ok, they say I'm a bird due to this steel feathers...but. Where are the- A tingle in my back turned me from my thoughts and I stared at the jutting blades. -wings...
I hadn't noticed before, but my back seemed far more bulky than before, yes I bet this transformation had made me bigger, but I don't think that much to have become the Notre dame's hunchback smaller representation.
However, i could see a separation line between the bulk and my original sized back, as well a line diving in half from top to bottom this mass.
I then tried, somehow, sending some kind of whatever this robotic body could possibly do, to move any zone of my back. I heard grinding noises, slight ones, and a sudden feel of pain rushed through my whole body, biting back a scream of agony I ceased the movement by lunging forward a little. The pain still pulsated strongly and with the sudden jerk I unbalanced and nearly tripped, luckily the platform's handrail prevented my fall, and hopefully had it not been there, me plummeting down to a sure death at the bottom of the canyon.
I whimpered a little for the pain was unbearable, gritting my teeth and my eyes shut I tried thinking of other things, for my psychologist once told me that pain fades away when you focus on other thing. However, I was very bad at keeping my mind fixed on one thing so the aching persisted but slowly eased. The source of it, my back of course. Why? Hell I wish I knew, perhaps the Autobots like me had a self-destruct mechanism and accidentally triggered it. I shuddered at the thought.
I held the bars tightly as the pain passed and when it had I wearily let myself fall, my arms preventing me from slumping to the floor by placing them on the opposite side of the handrail that faced my body, and dangled in the air, along with my head which I hung low, looking at the bottom of the cliff.
I let a long sigh and glanced to where the others stood. "It doesn't make a bit of difference for me, we will still be alone...But I bet it will be far more interesting than this boring place- besides I don't want anyone stalking me, pinches noticieros y policias metiches..." I cursed in my own language, these stalkers were of course the meddlesome paparazzis and the corrupted police..talk about the army! Oh my God.
"Besides, I've always wanted to visit Antartica...no mosquitoes and no allergies-umm..."
Crappy post sorry :[
FireHex - June 25, 2008 04:06 AM (GMT)
Thinking over our future location, I just hoped I would be able to handle it. I doubt that these guys have ever face a Canadain winter. They were always the worst. Just the past year the snow started early and lasted until March. There was still snow in the likes of NewFoundland by the time spring rolled around. Well, I could handle it. Yeah weather would be just totally be easy after all had happen. Yeah, why should we worry about such a silly thing like snow and the cold when we just transformed into something else? Not quite the likes of the Autobots or Decepticons, but not human anymore.
"Ok than," I stated, feeling the need to actually move on with things. Must keep busy, must not focus on that my life is totally over and I wouldn't see any of my friends and family again. Pointing towards the open space with my right hand and placing my other hand on my hip, I was ready, "Lets move out. Teleport us out of here, mon capitaine."
Big Kahuna - June 29, 2008 03:30 AM (GMT)
I always considered myself something of a desert lizard. While I didn't do well in extreme heat, I preferred to be on the warm side rather than cold. But then, as much as I pretended not to be, I was still very much a city boy and didn't do well outside air conditioned artificial environments at all. Tsk. Perhaps this robot body would be hardier than my frail human form... if that was the case, perhaps this would not be a totally horrible experience. While I was not yet ready to accept what had happened to me, I needed to start focusing on the advantages before my mind clamped up.
I raised my arm up and flipped open a panel, typing buttons and accessing the satellite system. It was a strange sensation... it was like the network all of a sudden became an extension of myself. Made sense, I suppose. Now that I was a digital being myself (or whatever these alien robots computed with) interfacing with similar technology should be natural. It was so alien and yet so familiar at the same time. I shot the girl rom Canada an odd look before initializing the transport. "Okay..." I said, "Energize." If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
The experience was like nothing I expected. All of a sudden we were each enveloped in a cone of light that seemed to come down from the sky. The light grew brighter and more intense until it was all I could see. Then I was hit by a wave of nausea and the light disappeared, revealing--instead of the Oregon landscape--and pitch-blank room. "Whoa," I muttered, clutching my torso, "I didn't think it was possible for a robot to lose its stomach."
Void - July 1, 2008 02:56 AM (GMT)
"We're not robots entirely," I said, putting my hands on my thighs, propping my torso against my legs as I tried to get my insides to settle down. I had been prone to motion sickness before...I wasn't sure if that was part of the reason I felt ill now. My initial anger reaction had worn off, though I knew that it would transform into a long-lasting bitterness that would be eating away at me until this situation resolved and I was back to normal. If that never happened...well, I didn't know what I'd do, or what I'd be driven to do.
"At least, I'm not going to consider myself one. I'm a human who the autobots fucked up, and I'm going to continue to hold them responsible for their mistake. Shit..." I smiled slightly as I spoke. "I should have blown holes in a few of them for this bullshit before they ran away. They didn't have the right to do this crap." Now onto the present. I didn't recognize the area, so obviously we were somewhere in antarctica, if furby's information was correct.
"So, what the hell is this place? And where's the door?" I was game to get settled and make sure everyone was at least stable and not about to break down or freak, but I wanted time alone, even if the initial surge of anger was over with.
Shadowcat9279 - July 14, 2008 12:49 AM (GMT)
The trip was... exhilarating! The quick rush made my body quiver some. "Lets go again!." I said and smiled trying to lighten the mood for a moment before moving for a wall. Leaning up against it I sigh a moment then look around. Then a thought came to mind... Autobots were soldiers.... something about that nagged at me. Then I remember that no base, Autobot or human was left unguarded. "Uh... tell me that the Autobots deactivated the defenses of this place...."
I backed up, hearing my hooves click on the concrete floor and echo out in this room. My spine or whatever was tingling and I didn't like the feel of it
Silverwing - July 14, 2008 06:04 AM (GMT)
I held my stomach tightly and giggled. Vertigo sensations didn't felt good however they made me laugh. "Heh, I wouldn't mind doing that again!."
As soon as I had spoken I quickly cliqued my metal mouth shut. My bright blue eyes gazed at the white scenery around me, I grabbed my left arm with my black cybernetic hands as I gasped in wonder. "Waaw...Que hermoso."
I was truly amazed by the beauty of Antartica. Well I know there wasn't much to look at but white and blue...but well, I never got to see so much snow in my life, so i guess it was Ok to express some awe.
Wing shaped ears twitched forward as I heard some metallic noises coming from the inside of the base. Cautiously I advanced towards the entrance, curious of what could be shifting inside there, my digitigraded clawed paws barely making noise in the snow.
"What?!" I turned to look horrified at the group once hearing the horse lady. Defenses?! What defenses?!. The fur around my neck stood up as I thought.
Grinding noises echoed from the entrance of the base, which was completly dark. I backed a bit scared, bringing my arms up automatically ready to defend myself. My keen eyes suddenly caught movement inside and I let a slight whimper which turned into a shriek as two red lights near each other flashed in the darkness, followed by others in the distance.
I was shivering in utter fear, my finger slowly straightening and pointing at whatever thing was looking at me. "A-a-a, t-t-thing..."
It had heard me...for the thing narrowed its blood red eyes and a low cliquing noise followed by angry mechanical noises emerged. Suddenly the 'thing' sprang.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I screamed and fell back from the fright as a humongous mechanoid of some good 4 meters in height landed just in front of me. The red eyes flashing angrily and its spider shaped mouth opened to let a loud intimidating shriek.
If there could be a word which I would have used to describe the appearance of the sentinel robot it would have been a censpider. Well since a centaur was half man half horse, this would be a half robot half, spider robot? Well, it had a spider shaped machanical body and from were the head of the spider would have been a strong torso came, two razor arms with mounted weaponry, from which I could see they were laser cannons and concussion blasters.
Clawed fingers reached for me but I grasped them quickly and tried holding them away giving me enough time to give out a powerful kick which hit the monster in the chest which reared back letting an arachnid snarl. I rolled away and tried crawling as fast as I could in the snow away from the sentinel. But I was no match for the fast creep which quickly blasted a concussive shot on my back, perturbing and unbalancing me, making me fall to the side. Then I felt one of the sharp ended spider legs dig into my back from the monster to held me. "AWGH!"
It snarled and glanced towards were the group was. The robot lowered his upper body and let a vicious growl escape his fanged mouth. It turned and emitted several clicks summoning the other red eyed silhouettes in the darkness, smaller and standard humanoid shaped guardians, however with deadly laser guns mounted on their right arms, emerged along with popping security guns on several areas of the base.
<EXTERMINATE THE TRESPASSERS! THIS BASE ARE BELONG TO US!> Sparks spit from under his jaw. Either a malfunctioning bot or a true nut case with serious translation errors!
FireHex - July 18, 2008 04:20 AM (GMT)
Even in the likes of a robot body, I still had my family's weak stomach for such things. It was like riding that coaster at Sea World with my eyes closed again. Damn it, how was I suppose to know you weren't suppose to do that? The worst coaster I had been on was the one at the Sandspits and Upper Clements Park.
Gripping the side of my sides, I just moaned and felt the need to hurl out my lunch. Could robots even do that? Man, those Autobots should have left behind some instructions on such things. But it seems that such questions would have to be left for later at I looked up to see such a strange robot coming out of no where and attacking the feather bird girl.
"Oh God..." I whispered as all thoughts of my own stomach disappear. Still had that 'I am going to be sick' at the back of my throat. What was this thing? What....oh, my mind is just a blank right now.
Big Kahuna - July 19, 2008 01:55 AM (GMT)
I thought we were gonna do dialogue in bold, people.
"Riiight," I said as the reptile-boy spoke up. "We're partially organic at least... I guess technically we're cyborgs." Like the Terminators, but without the ability to fit in with society and look cool in black leather and sunglasses. Damn, and I liked wearing sunglasses. Seemed like every few seconds I was being reminded of some aspect or other of being human that I could no longer enjoy. Even if they were minor things, they still bothered me.
I pretty much ignored what everyone else said after that, since it was mostly unimportant. I was lost in my own inner thoughts, trying to get reorientated when I sensed something coming up on us. A scream, and then glowing red eyes. Another robot, only this one didn't seem as intelligent and friendly as the Autobots. "Ah crap," I said, standing up straight. "We're gonna have to fight now, aren't we?"
At that thought, I could feel something in the back of my head trigger. A wink, and then my mind seemed to split into three. I could see out of the eyes of two other bodies, yet amazingly I seemed to be handling it. Must by my computerized mind or something. I ordered the two new sets of eyes to look at each other, and saw a robotic eagle looking at a robotic badger looking back at it. Drones, I seemed to instinctively know, and they were under my control... even a part of me, perhaps. taking a step back, I raised up my hand. I could feel energy coalescing inside my palm. "Uhm..." I searched for the right words to say, "Stand back, whatever you are."
The drone didn't listen, and I could hear it walking closer, its eyes growing bigger. I fired a shot from my hand, but it didn't seem to slow it down. I fired again... and again.
Void - July 20, 2008 04:32 PM (GMT)
It was weird...I didn't take that much time to think. I knew I had swords hanging from where a standard belt would be. I had always sort of wanted to be a hero, entertained hypothetical situations where I would get to be one. In those daydreams, I never hesitated, though I did for a moment now that the chance was actually here. Furby had already done some weird shit and started shooting something...was he that battle-ready, or was he just obeying pre-existing commands? Come to think of it, I felt something in my head begin warming up myself, similar to a surge of adrenaline.
It felt like I had waited a while, though in real time it was probably only a second or two, enough for the weird spider-thing to call out to its friends. In that time, I had already been moving ahead. I grabbed one of the swords...its blade was serrated rather than straight, not a great design from what I knew of swords, but it sprang to life with a loud whirring noise almost immediately when I gripped it in the right place, and I figured out its functionality in the instant before making it to the trapped bird girl.
In a shower of sparks and shrapnel, my chain-sword severed the arachnoid's leg that was holding down its victim. I moved beneath where the cephalothorax would be on a standard spider, just before a powerful release of concussive energy tore up the ground behind me. I paused, not having done this before I didn't know what to do. The spider bot did not need to wait to think what to do like I did, and began immediately moving backward to get me within its crosshairs again. I moved forward, more trying to stay hidden than pressing the advantage. I shoved my buzzing sword up into the robotic creature, the screams of tortured metal carrying acutely over the snow. As I held it there, I attempted to leverage the spider-beast down, but it was still stronger than me, and pulled up, off of my blade. I reacted quickly this time, cutting off two of its legs as it tried to stagger away. The force of two blasts hit me square in the chest...the rank and file of defensive drones took their shots now that they wouldn't hit the spider-bot, and I fell flat on my back. This wouldn't be pretty.
Shadowcat9279 - July 20, 2008 08:47 PM (GMT)
Why did I have to open my big mouth? Why why WHY?!!! Now we were in it deep! Large spiders where crawling everywhere! Frustration, anger and all the stress in general at what had been happening to me finally caused my gentle self to snap and lunged at the first spider coming at me. I round housed kicked the thing.... now... I dont know if it was my newer body, the fact that I do indeed know how to fight from years of martial arts or the anger that created the force behind that kick, but I knocked a good size dent into the things head.
It staggered and I went nuts... blind rage moving me. I crawled up on top of it and pulled on its head till I heard it wrench sickeningly. I don't know or care what I did but the thing collapsed. I breathed hard as I seemed to calm some, relaxing at the worst time and got knocked aside by another spider.
This time though I was thinking clearer as I got up. The thing pounced and I reacted instinctively, I raised my hands. A wall formed infront of me made out of pure energy and my hands were glowing a light blue. The spider slammed into the wall hard. "What the..." I never got to examine it as it dissappeared quickly. I reached for my own weapon... how I knew it was there I still dont know, instinct perhaps? In any case there was a whip at my hip that looked to be connected together by vertebra. The tip ended in a sharp spike and did some damage as it struck the creature by ripping up its armor in slashes.
FireHex - August 4, 2008 07:26 PM (GMT)
Staring at the fighting going on, I pretty much even realized more that my life had become some kind of movie, a strange sci-fi movie. Maybe it was one of those low budget ones that really don't have a good plot, characters or even effects. But did that matter now? Hell no!? All that really matter right now was getting out of here and doing do in one piece.
Seeing how the other three guys were really letting at it, I decided to take a little more 'rescue' way to do things. Crawling my way over to the bird girl, since the lizard guy had sliced the leg that was holding her down. Grabbing her, I tried to pull her away from the battle. I really didn't know how else to help out. I didn't know how to fight really. The best I knew was fighting with my brothers and sister and they always won in the end. Damn me and my fear of pain.
"Oh, please tell me you don't need first aid cause I don't know how to handle robots," I mumbled towards her, trying hard not to focus on any injures.
Silverwing - August 7, 2008 08:13 PM (GMT)
Since the moment thing had pinned me to the snow, death was all I was expecting. What could be my heart in my chest thudded swiftly and loud; each 'TUN-TUN-TUN' beating with fear as it were to be the last. I lied paralyzed and prayed between weak wails to God desperate and quick pleas (which dont need to be mentioned as everyone knows what kind of please someone would ask in such a moment) as well as the common orations.
The situation itself was ironic...'why?' you may ask. Well, since i was a child I had wanted to have great adventures, sort of like Indiana Jones or the medieval knights with dragons and stuff. This was my main reason to have joined the Autobots. I...wasn't much into to keep the world safe and stuff, I just wanted to have 'adventures', which I sadly mistook as dangerous mission's only and not other simpler stuff as going camping and crap. All I had wanted once was to wrestle a giant spider like Sam of The Lord of the Rings did, however this wasn't what I was looking for now that I've turned into this robot-bird-thingy. Not that I would have really tried wrestling the censpider if I was in my original human form is just that-...<sigh> Courage fails you in real situations.
I snapped my blue eyes open as I felt someone was dragging em along the snow, I wasn't stiff however I could barely move my limbs. The friendly face of my femme teammate relieved me so much that if I could be able to move I would have 'glomped' her in an expression of sheer gratitude and happiness to have 'saved me' since I did not knew the other cyberhumans(?) had been the ones fighting the beast off me.
"No-no! I- I'm OK, but I can't move; never mind, THANK YOU SO MUCH! THANK YOU THANK YOU! I tried to held up and arm to hold her reassuringly but I failed and fell head first into the snow like a retarded.
Big Kahuna - August 8, 2008 01:53 AM (GMT)
It’s funny how time is all relative. When you’re enjoying yourself or not really minding time, a second is nothing. We give it no thought. But in battle, when everything is happening so fast, a second can be a lifetime. It can mean life (or… the opposite) too.
I was shooting at the thing as fast as I could, though each palm seemed to take forever to recharge between shots. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Walking Handbag and the horse (Mental Note: Learn each others’ names later.) also moving in to attack while the raccoon girl pulled the bird lady out of danger. At least we were working like a team, but I felt somewhat embarrassed by the fact that the others were charging in with melee weapons while I stood here shooting like a coward. I’ve never really liked being shown up, though it seems to happen all the time.
Though I managed to fry some of the smaller robots, the main one seemed unaffected by my blasts; it seemed to have some kind of energy-dampening field around it. Suddenly realizing I had blade weapons of my own (how exactly my robotic mind was working, I have no idea, all of a sudden I just seemed to know things) and ordered them to unfold out of my arm. I now had two hollow-centered swords, each extending out of my wrists. ”Nice,” I said.
Turning towards my drones, I considered their options before looking back and seeing one of my “comrades” fall, I knew instantly what to do. The drones were semi-autonomous, but responded to my mental commands. I sent the badger to deal with the smaller drones bearing down on the gator until he could right himself while I had the eagle attack the drone and scratch at what I figured was it’s face. I opened my mouth to say something cool, something memorable, but I couldn’t think of anything so I settled for a lame. “Gangway!” While my eagle distracted the robot I ran up to its side and lopped off another leg. It made a chilling shriek akin to a scream, something that startled me so badly that I froze for just a second—and that was all it needed. Another leg kicked be back, right into a waiting horde of smaller attack drones.
Void - August 8, 2008 03:26 AM (GMT)
I got up as quickly as I could, to see a small mammalian drone interfering with the rank and file defensive robots. The wolf-guy was already helping the others deal with the big guy...maybe he would have more luck than I did...though I guess cutting off three legs and gouging its belly wasn't bad. Still, I needed to turn my attention to the defensive drones, since the little guy wouldn't be able to hold them off forever.
Somewhere in the process of getting knocked down, my sword fell out of my hand. I reached up to get one of the two guns hanging from my back. What I pulled around was a giant crocodile head, a massive reptilian grin which I saw in profile just before the gauntlet-like interior secured around my right hand, and felt cords or circuits or something connecting between me and this new weapon.
A warmth was developing...it felt like it was in my palm, but I knew it was between the jaws of the croc head. The beast-gun opened its maw as the heat intensified, accompanied by a blinding flash of red, and a gaping hole was blown in the ranks of defense drones. Now we were talking.
Shadowcat9279 - August 10, 2008 06:17 AM (GMT)
The good part to a whip is keeping things at bay. The bad part is you simply could not fully keep and eye... optic.. whatever on every movement the attackers made and compensate. This is what happened when one drone slipped past the crack of the whip and leapt at me, knocking me down.
"Ack!" I flailed and was soon pinned as the swarm overtook me. My vision flashed as my mind fritzed in fear....I had to get away... I had to run... run.... I felt a snap in the back of my mind and I could feel my body loosening, folding and unfolding. My head fell forward as my chest snapped up, my arms unfurled and twisted forward.
I kicked out and sent drones flying as I fought to straghten out. When I stood I found myself on all fours.... I had become the horse I was wearing as armor. I let out a squeel and felt my ears pin as rage again over took me. I reared up and brought my hooves down on the spiders, smashing them where my body hit. A normal horse my size easily weighed 1200 pounds. I was partially metal so who knows how heavy I was really.
It felt natural to be like this somehow and I kicked and stomped my way through the thick of my aggressors. Fortune seemed to like to kick me though as a drone leapt onto my back and sunck its fangs into the base of my neck. I screamed! The pain was that intense and I began to buck and lunge to try and dislodge the thing. Anyone who ever watched or participated in rodeo would know that getting in the way of a horse on the rampage like this was suicidal and I tore into drones left and right. "GET OFF ME!!!"
FireHex - August 17, 2008 07:03 PM (GMT)
Well, at least she was ok, really ok. I was a little caught off guard from her sudden energy and talking like that. She really didn't have to shout out her thanking like that. I suppose it was a good thing she was like this. It would mean she was going to be ok.
"Good, glad to hear that," I chuckled a bit, reaching down and picking her up. I really couldn't help myself. It was funny to have watched her fall face first into the snow like that. Man, reminded me of grade school and winter during lunch break and recess. But really, I couldn't get caught up in such things. The others needed us...well, maybe me at least. I couldn't allow the feather girl to face those thingys again so soon. She was just brought back from being under one of theirs foot.
Case in point. At hearing the more older female shouting, I quickly turned around and was a little surprise to see the new form she was in, a horse. Well, I shouldn't be really as her outer appearance had show the horse. Ok, more pressing matters. The drone was stuck on her back like that and it was like I stop on CBC during a showing of the Calgary Stampede.
"Hold on!" I cried out as I reached for my side without thinking. Something open and my hand gripped around a small laser gun. Never really thought I would handle something like this. Holding it up, I pointed it towards the horse girl as she bucked around. Really, something in my head and eyes totally focus around the drone on her back and really nothing else was in my line of sight. Pointing my new found weapon, I fired it and the shot just blasted the drone right through.
Silverwing - August 17, 2008 10:30 PM (GMT)
I felt the mechanoid arms from the helping girl grab me and gently pulled me up, I smiled in return. Coughing out some snow from my fall I tested my arms to see if the concussion had wore off, which for my joy most of it had faded away and I could move however somewhat sluggishly.
My vision was slightly blurry but I caught the girl who had helped me out look in astonishment to the right and I followed her gaze.
"Woa what the..." I didn't knew if I was having illusions or there was truly a half metal-organic horse bucking around...and a talking one, with a curious girl like voice such as the eldest lady on my team.
I shock my head dazed and watched like a fool the others battle, feeling somewhat sad for not having weapons or being of any use.
A figure moving swiftly caught my new keen sight and as it approached at ME (Oh God, yea and I was defenseless...) I noticed that it was a drone, and had a good sized razor sharp horn on its 'nose' which glowed, no wait, it wasn't glowing, in fact it was electrified! I yelped as I tried crawling back in fear my still numb body failing to move as rapidly a i wished to.
The robot lowered its head aiming at me as it emitted a low grunt similar to a bull's.
Then as I thought it would be GAME OVER for me I felt a strange sensation that coursed through my chest and then it flowed to my arms. I brought them up unconsciously as if to protect myself, maybe an internal self-defense system obliged me to. Then just before the drone could pierce me with its long electric horn the snow below me erupted and a crystal wall emerged, shielding me against the unfortunate drone who stuck himself on it.
I stared wide eyed at what had occurred, blinking as I brought myself up hastily and away from the wall which held the rhyno-drone. Looking down to my arms curiously I noticed blue streams which crossed from a little up from my elbow to my slightly clawed, black hands. They flashed repetitively and I brought my hands up in amazement. "Huh?..." I exclaimed as I flexed my hands expecting to see some more of that crystal 'magic'. Quickly after (And fortunately) I snapped out of my dumbfoundment just to see another rhyno-drone charging directly at the distracted 'lazer girl'.
"EY! GIRL! W-WATCH OUT!"I shrieked panicked. I extended an arm towards her and waved frantically trying to catch her attention since I was far from the two battling ladies. My eyes snapped towards the charging drone and again unconsciously my arm did an upward sweeping movement in its direction, the blue streams of light flashing and a a rush of energy traveling from my chest to my palm. A huge pointed lance-like crystal burst from the snow next to the girl and drove through the charging foe. I gaped and looked to my hand and then to the stalagmite I had somewhat crated. I grinned widely.
Big Kahuna - August 18, 2008 04:15 AM (GMT)
OoC: Where’s this snow coming from guys? We’re indoors.
Feeling overwhelmed by the drones swarming over me, I must have subconsciously wished for help because the next thing I knew, my two new pet drones were above me, yanking the attacking little buggers off. Okay, so I wasn’t doing anything to contribute to the fight with the big daddy robot any more, but right now I just wanted to stay alive. I was terrified, more so than when I had been converted. I was going to die a horrible death in a dark chamber. And I did not want to die—I’m not ready yet.
Another surge of adrenaline—or whatever passed for it robotically—and I somehow managed to push the last of the drones off and stand up. Suddenly the eagle flew over me and wrapped itself around my body. I could feel it transform and become one with me. The badger also split in half and transformed in front of me. Instinctively knowing what to do, I stepped into the new armor like a pair of boots. They clamped around my legs and I felt pieces of armor also do the same with my arms. “Whoa,” I muttered, looking down at myself. I almost looked badass… for a robot.
Leaping up, A jumped onto the big robot’s back. I could feel it buck and reach for me to pull me off, but I rammed my blade into its back and managed to hold on. “Let’s kill this thing already!” I shouted and I fired a round from my shoulder-cannon into the back of its neck. I wasn’t firing strategically, aiming for the weak spots. Sadly I didn’t have the foresight for that. I was just shooting it wherever I could, blindly hoping to wear it down or get lucky.
Void - August 19, 2008 02:44 PM (GMT)
Chaos all around me. I felt the charge building up in my right-hand-jaw-gun again, and then the release, blowing another hole in the gunline of drones. Calls from behind me, and I reached behind me to grab a long-barreled rifle from my back. I rolled to avoid the return-fire from the drones, feeling my rifle switch to automatic mode, I sprayed lasers into their midst, blowing armor from many of them, my crouched position saving me from any direct hits, though the burn of skirting beams was certainly painful, enough to prompt me to act without thinking.
Forgetting the others for a moment, I rose up to one knee and fired, again and again, the psew psew psew of my laser rifle punctuated by the bellow of my jaw-cannon. Obliterated. Holes and craters, the drones were mown down. They began retreating before I turned around, a flash of pain hitting me from four points on my body where their beams had glanced my armor.
The figures blurring in and out of focus, I raised my cannon, before lowering it. I might hit someone. That was too powerful to use if I was having trouble being accurate, and I wasn't a good shot in the first place. I put my guns away, and drew my other sword, picking the other up off the ground.
Shadowcat9279 - September 5, 2008 05:02 AM (GMT)
( Guys... Im gonna skilp this turn. Im holding everything up with my lack of creativity)
FireHex - September 7, 2008 10:49 PM (GMT)
Anyway that knew me really, would know that I can get distracted very, VERY, easily. As I tried to help out the bucking girl with the drones on her, I totally fail to noticed the rhino coming straight at me. Lucky, by the time I did, it already was taken care of by the feather girl. Turning over to her, I just gave her a quick thumbs ups, “Thanks, Feathers!” I called out before noticed the boss calling for help...
Ok, so, we really hadn’t picked up a leader yet, but he was taking charge at least. Holding tight to the only weapon I seem to have right now, I ran forward, “Help is a coming!” I shouted.
Now, I have play quite a few video games in my time, or watch them being played by my brothers. In my experience, the head was always such a key point. Now, I thought it would be just as important with the Boss Drone here cause well, wasn’t the control whatever in the head anyway? Hell if I knew anyway. Holding up my weapons, I started to fire at the head or the neck to blow it off. Of course, now I tried to pay a bit attention to the area around myself. Like Hell, I would have a rhino have their horn in my back.
Silverwing - September 7, 2008 11:33 PM (GMT)
I giggled proudly and nodded in return. "No prob- ermm, muzzle face!" I cried in a pathetic attempt to sound cool.
I turned to see the still bucking rhino bot trapped in the ice structure I had created and smirking I slapped its horn mockingly before running off in the what i thought would be the leader's direction. I stopped abruptly in shock as I gave a sharp turn and found myself face to- umm well a pretty scary face from the massive censpider which roared ferociously and I fell back totally freaked out. The thought of being impaled on one of its sharp legs crossing my mind. Lucky for me the main sentinel wasn't going to attack me, but was actually trying to get off my teammate which kept damaging it mounted over his spider torso.
I quickly stood up and ran around it, shoving and jumping over multiple drones that blocked my way, either dead or still functioning. My blue eyes never off the huge sentinel which reared and shrieked in agony as it tried to buck off the armored guy.
As I looked for a way to help I noticed a high spot on the ceiling, excellent for me to practice my strange crystal making ability. Spinning around looking for a way to climb up onto such high place an odd sensation made me look at my digitigraded feet. '[u]Of course! Dog like legs mean long jumps![/i]' I thought and tensed my legs crouching down preparing for a high jump. Suddenly with a loud zooming like sound I leapt straight into the place, no mistakes, "No miscalculation" I corrected my thoughts, a robotic tone uttered from my mouth as I blinked confused.
I quickly turned to see the battle below me and brought my arms up and in front of me waving my fingers nervously before I could do anything. "Ok, here comes the magic...aand, yes!" I felt the energy rush come from my chest and travel through my arms the blue streams on them flaring brightly and a circular marking on my black palms lighting up filled with raw energy. I bit my lip and extended my arms, my focus point being the big robot, I made a quick forward movement with my hands and slapped them together gesturing towards the censpider's upper body. A bluish light suddenly appeared around the sentinel's body and like a streak it became a huge mass of blue crystal which clasped brutally the robot. It let a horrendous shriek of pain followed by the loud -CRACK- of its chest being compressed by the crystal's grip and seconds after that it dropped to the floor limply, its maw moving up and down trying to speak "Stop- stop..." I could hear its sad voice pleading despite all the noise. I separated my hands. The crystal embrace ceased and became once again energy, the centurion twitched in an effort to stand but failing to even contain its chest pains.
"Poor thing..." I dared to say seeing the centurion try to stand and continue fighting. Despite having nearly killed me, this robot was just trying to defend the base and it did it with such fervor I couldn't help but think that it might deserve to be given a chance.
Big Kahuna - September 14, 2008 03:28 AM (GMT)
OoC: Ugh, damn you writer’s block!
I felt no sympathy for something that was trying to kill me, especially not a robot. I’ve never been much of a fighter, but my parents never raised me to be a candy-ass either. The Latino nasty streak was strong in me, even though I was only half Latino and now I no longer qualified as being Latino at all. Anyway, at this point I wanted this robot to die. I didn’t realize it was a sentient AI, and perhaps if I had known then I would have been more hesitant. After all, I’ve never killed before and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to start. I always believed that if someone or something was a threat to others and would definitely kill, there was no shame in killing to it save lives. But was this thing trying to kill, really? Seemed all it wanted was to defend this place.
As it fell I stood up on its back, pausing. The fight seemed to reach a low point. The big bad was on the ground and the smaller drones, those that hadn’t been destroyed already, seemed to be wandering around aimlessly, as if deprived of guidance. I kept my guard up, because this thing still wasn’t totally destroyed and could attack us again at any moment. ”Nice trick with the ice,” I commended the bird-lady. ”Now let’s shut this thing down.” I didn’t want to have to worry about it, but it seemed like a shame to completely destroy the robot too. We could use something like this so long as it was on our side, and I wasn’t quite sure if anyone here was qualified to rebuild and reprogram it from scratch. ”Can anyone find the, the control center? Maybe we can, uh, shut it down without scrapping it completely, you know?” I stutter when I’m nervous.
Void - September 15, 2008 12:40 AM (GMT)
A hot spot on my back. I knew it was the jaw cannon, so it made sense that it was hot, it was a high-energy weapon that had just been fired several times. But as I ran toward my comrades in arms, the heat only grew, and that struck me as distinctly dubious. Replacing my sword and retrieving the giant croc head, I felt the heat envelope my hand as the gun automatically secured itself to my wrist. This made it easy to access and impossible to drop during a fight, but right now I could feel searing heat, and slow damage in my metal flesh at the rising temperature of the gun. What was happening?
That was when I saw it. Something was leaking from the back of the gun. I hadn't noticed before, but it had been hit by one of the drones. The hit had been a bad one...the point of impact had actually been low and behind the armor, the shot had come from behind me at some point during the battle, a random and poorly aimed attack from one of the myriad battle drones. The impact had kicked up warped metal, effecting other parts of the gun, and through the burning pain, ever growing, I came to the conclusion that it must have damaged a coolant container of some kind.
Quickly, I fumbled with the thing, trying to get it off my hand. No good, it was attached, and no command I knew was dislodging it. The rest of the transformed humans were over near the big drone, the one I'd attacked earlier. My clawed fingers scratched at the bumpy metal surface of the jaw gun frantically, but no release latch could be found that would respond to my fingers. I quickly threw my arm over my head, detaching the gun from my hand onto its resting place on my back. It felt like fire now, my back was surely on fire! A faint keening noise had begun coming from me a few moments earlier, but I hadn't noticed it until now! The burning was getting worse! The burning, the BURNING. Twisted and contorted, trying desperately to get the maddening thing away from my flesh, but nothing worked.
My hand was blackened and smoking, but I had an idea. I reached for the gun again, and threw it into the snow...nothing! The snow turned to steam almost instantly, and the gun had now begun to glow a menacing red. Hot! HOT! Oh god, I was dying, my hand was burning off, my back was smoking, I couldn't get away, it was attached to me, and it was burning and I was burning and the world was smoke and steam, and I wasn't safe from it anywhere! I stood indecisive for four seconds, turning toward my teammates, then away, then toward them, then away, shifting my weight each time. The pain was maddening, and so I opted away. Some part of my cybernetic brain predicted what would happen, and some part of my human brain decided what I should do about it.
Sprinting away from all of them, I began screaming in my unremitting agony as the glowing ember that had been my gun began warping and melting under the extreme heat of its core. I ran, a dead sprint away from the four of them and the defeated spider, from the facility that was supposed to be my new home, from all of this...away from this horrible life and back toward my old one...I ran for eleven seconds, and then my existence was ripped away in a violent explosion, that evaporated every part of me in a fraction of a human blink, all gone in a flash of beautiful, terrible light.
Shadowcat9279 - September 19, 2008 01:52 AM (GMT)
For the longest time I noticed nothing as I screamed, stomped, kicked and bit at the drones. I bucked and squealed even after the one on my back had been dislodged. My mind was lost in that darkness of a blind rage as I attacked anything that came to close to me. It was a place I was familiar with and this rage cost me many things, jobs, friends, and even family. Yet it constantly snuck up on me to take me into its dark embrace and let me lash out violently.
I was only stilled when I heard the screaming. My bucking stopped and my ears pricked up to point my nose into the direction of the sound. I saw the gator guy freaking out and then running from us... from the fight. Abandoning us was the thought that ran through my mind... but that quickly faded.... as he exploded. I suddenly felt very heavy as I stood motionless in shock. We had lost one of our own.... and though I didnt know him, it hurt. Losing him hurt.
I blinked twice to clear my mind and thats when I discovered that I was not being attacked.... I moved closer to a drone to test that thought and it made no move to me. Hell the thing acted like it couldnt see me anymore. I looked around at the chaos and snorted in understanding. The wolf's words echoed in my head and with a whinny I bolted into the complex to find a console or something to try and help my comrades.
Silverwing - September 19, 2008 04:36 AM (GMT)
I leapt down the place from which I stood upon, a loud -Thum!- boomed as I landed heavily over the steel floor with my bird-of-prey feet. My blue keen eyes, receptors, er whatever, scanned the zone quickly. No drones, well, not functioning so far. A short -Phew..- escaped my mouth in sign relief; I seemed to be the most useless of all in body combat since, although I could bend a titanium bar with a simple kick, I did not have the skill to fight body-to-body with a well-trained drone. I would rather climb like a coward to a high stop and do my 'magic' from there than jumping over a mob.
With some urge I trotted towards were the leader stood and inspected the spider-centurion with regret. "Oh man, you were such a friggin cold asshole..." I told myself seeing the horrible agonizing status of the guardian and clenching my black fists I kept repeating myself so.
It wasn't after I heard male screams of terror echo through the room that I had stopped looking down unto the censpider and cursing myself and turned to see the 'oh muy macho' croc dude running away screaming in a way which could both disturb and make you laugh. "Pffth, what the?" I asked to nobody, doing my unmatched frown-and-smirk face that was very well known by those who I met. It was then that I noticed the burning hand-gun of him and the red hot color spreading over his body; my face reflected its opposite expression as I realized the horrible truth that was going on. He was overheating, and what did overheated machines do next? BOOM. I did not want that, overheat could be cured! Yes it could, coolen! Yes it could be coolen down!
Frantically I extended my arms towards him, pleading myself to generate that energy blast thing and ironically when I most needed it the energy did not come just a negative response -Tutun- from my internal systems, warning that the -hyperborean-(?) flux needed recharge. "NOT NOW! NOT NOW!" I cried out in plain frustration and seconds after that the sound of a violent explosion came from the main hallway, a bright yellow light reflected itself on the steel walls showing the last of the teammate I never had the chance to met with properly and got to know him only as -The Croc Guy-.
I fell to my knees in despair and kept staring at the still flickering yellow lights that reflected themselves on the distant walls. Why? Why, if I could save him with my new power that had obtained...Why it wouldn't had let me do it? Recharge? Why on Earth, Cybertron, any GODDAMN Freaklaxy, WOULD A DEFENSIVE SYSTEM HAVE A COOLDOWN!? I just couldn't understand this, then the scene of how I crushed the great centurion came to my mind. I stared down and growled ferally with a fearful metallic echo uttering from my mouth.
"Arg! Stupid! Idiot! Im such a- eagr"
I looked like a baby throwing a tantrum in the middle of the place, slamming my fists to the floor and cursing myself neverendingly. I needed directly told orders.
Damn this tired mind of mine...damn it.