Cole smiled to himself as he saw that, just as he had hoped, there wasn?t any traffic out on the causeway at this hour.
?Not a soul around. Just miles and miles of blacktop for me to take a nice joyride on.? he thought, as he pressed his foot on the gas pedal. Seems all those parts he cleaned up and fixed to make this thing work were perfect; it handled the corners of the road like a dream. After a good ten minutes or so of smooth driving, Cole saw a pair of headlights coming down the causeway from the mainland.
?The hell? Who?d be out on the causeway at this time of night?! Well, other than ? WHOA!? Cole slammed on the brakes and steered out of the way as the car ? at least, it LOOKED like a car ? drove past him in a flash! ?It? It didn?t have a driver.? Cole felt a cold sweat stream down his face as the ?car,? which looked too futuristic even for the advanced tech usually seen in Progress City, made a swift U-turn and drove by him.
Cole brushed his auburn hair out of his eyes in disbelief ? this car didn?t look like anything he?d ever seen ?? it looked like something out of a bad sci-fi movie,? he thought as the ?car? revved up its engine. Was it challenging him to a race?!
?Do you think I?m crazy?!? Cole yelled at the strange vehicle. ?Maybe I am crazy if I?m yelling at some tech geek?s idea of an RC car.? Cole motored off towards the mainland, hoping that the phantom car wouldn?t follow him. Unfortunately, it was still tailing his car, and Cole began losing his cool. He swore under his breath repeatedly as the vehicle kept tailing his car, even as he accelerated well beyond the speed limit! In a panic, Cole slammed on the brakes, which proceeded to lock up and he went careening off the road into one of the islets the causeway was built on. In a stroke of luck, he managed to unbuckle himself and throw open the door before his car ? his pride and joy ? careened right into a mangrove tree!
?Dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!? Cole gritted his teeth as he dusted some sand off of himself and tried to ignore the stinging pain across the many scrapes on his body. He then saw the other car?s headlights ?staring? right at him.
?You think this is funny?! You could have killed someone, you idiot!? Cole was fuming with anger as the ?car? drove over to the flaming wreckage of his customized racer and emitted a beam of light. ?Oh, so you?re taking pictures to laugh at later?!? Cole ran over to the trunk of his car, and grabbed a socket wrench. He lifted it over his head and charged at the car? And ran straight into a metallic leg.
?Son of a-? Cole clutched his forehead as he looked up and saw a fifteen-foot-tall robot standing above him ? he was rendered silent in shock as the mechanical giant leaned down and spoke to him from an oddly human face.
?Wait? You WEREN?T a Decepticon?! Slaggit, Optimus is gonna kill me when he finds out I ran a human off the road!? The orange creature?s glowing blue eyes widened as it realized it had just made a really, REALLY big mistake.
?You? You?re not even? Human?? Cole?s eyes were just as wide as the robot?s, and he brandished his wrench as it extended a metallic finger towards him. ?Stay back or I?ll? I?ll dent your doors! Got it?!?
?Geez, relax, would ya?!? The orange robot smiled. ?I?m not gonna hurt a human! ? At least, not on purpose.? It scratched the back of its head, an oddly human gesture for a giant robot. ?Name?s Cliffjumper. I?m an Autobot, and? Uh? I don?t exist. You aren?t gonna tell anyone about me, or? Uh? Slaggit, how did Windy put it?!?
?Cliffjumper!? A white-and-blue police cabin cycle ? also without a rider ? glided down from the road and transformed into an eight-foot-tall robot ? this one had strangely feminine proportions compared to the larger robot. ?You idiot, you blew our cover!?
?Hey, you were out riding around without a holomatter avatar, Windrazor!? Cliffjumper crossed his arms, as Cole tried to slowly walk away from the arguing robots.
?That?s only because I bothered to wait around for Red Alert to scan an alt-mode for me! You shouldn?t have been so impatient!? Windrazor placed one hand on her hips and pointed her other hand at Cliffjumper?s face. ?Not to mention you could have killed this organic!?
?Hey, I thought he was a Decepticon!? Cliffjumper shrugged. ?And I decided to scan his car since it was fragging awesome.?
Windrazor sighed and placed her palm on her face. ?Well, at least you have a disguise. Of course, you know this means you?re going to have to replace his car, right??
?WHAT?!? Cliffjumper and Cole both shouted at once.
?Well, considering it was a one of a kind custom, and it got trashed? And it would just be courteous to do so after nearly killing him?? Windrazor smirked. ?It just would be the Autobot thing to do.?
?Fine.? Cliffjumper shrugged and extended his hand to Cole. ?Shake.?
?Yeah, I?m already doing that because you almost turned me into ? Oh, I get it.? Cole extended his hand and grabbed Cliffjumper by his fingertips, and the two shook. ?I still don?t trust either of you. And I can?t tell anyone you guys exist??
?Right.? Windrazor nodded. ?It?s to keep the rest of your species as safe from Decepticons as possible.?
?Well, what the heck?s a Decepticon?? Cole tilted his head and furrowed his brow. ?Are they like you guys??
?Slag no!? Cliffjumper crossed his arms and frowns. ?We?re Autobots! We?re the good guys!?
?Let me explain, Cliff.? Windrazor knelt down to get a closer look at Cole. ?You know how you humans have wars? Like the one you refer to as ?World War II? had the Allies and the Axis??
?Yeah?? Cole Nodded.
?We Autobots are the Allied Forces ? and the Decepticons are the Axis.? Windrazor continued. ?Is that a good enough explanation??
?Yeah.? Cole nodded. ?So who?s the FDR of this outfit??
?Well?? Windrazor tapped her fingers together anxiously. ?He?s not on this planet.?
?He?s dead?? Cole said, puzzled by her statement.
?No. He thinks WE?RE dead.? Cliffjumper said in a huff. ?Wheeljack hasn?t been able to re-establish communications with New Iacon ever since we re-activated about three solar cycles ago.? Cliffjumper than transformed into car mode ? it was a perfect replica of Cole?s racer in its former glory. ?Well, partner, I guess it?s you and me.? He opened the driver?s door to Cole, who cautiously stepped in. ?You probably know traffic rules on this planet better than I do, anyway.?
?What, you don?t want to run anyone else off the road?? Cole smirked.
?No, it?s that I don?t want Windy on my case all the time.? Cliffjumper intoned through the radio.
?I heard that!? Windrazor had already transformed into police bike mode. ?We?ll have to report back to Optimus. Spark knows how he?ll react to this human?? Windrazor drove off after creating a holomatter avatar of a policewoman, and Cliffjumper and Cole followed after her.
As the two Autobots and their human cohort drove along to their base, Cole was still coping with the fact he was driving an alien life form.
?So, your secret base is where, exactly? The northern part of Merritt Island is still mostly government facilities. I mean, they may not have any launches any more, but the Kennedy Space Center?s still kept around as a museum.? Cole rolled down Cliffjumper?s window and took a look outside. He was shocked to see that the Autobots were heading towards the open waters of Mosquito Lagoon! He frantically rolled the window back up and took a deep breath as Cliffjumper and Windrazor started to drive into the ocean, when suddenly, a portal opened in front of them ? when Cole opened his eyes, Cliffjumper?s door was open, and the trio were in what appeared to be? ?A building?!? Cole got out and looked out the windows of the structure ? it was a spaceship that had crashed underwater.
?Hey, Cole!? Cliffjumper transformed to robot mode and gestured at Cole to follow. ?Don?t just stand around gawking, Windy-?
?Don?t call me that!? Windrazor intoned. The femme wasn?t very fond of Cliffjumper?s nickname for her. ?Let?s just get to the bridge. Good thing Red Alert managed to get the bridge working.?
?It?s a good thing indeed!? A crimson-and-white mech stood at the controls, a visor flipped up onto his forehead. He had the sidepanels of his vehicle mode ? an ambulance, by the looks of it ? hanging off his sides, giving him the look of a surgeon in a labcoat. ?Wheeljack and I were working for megacycles just trying to get it to open up a portal only three hics from the shore!?
?Yeah, and the slaggin? thing could conk out any second! I tried ta tell Optimus that we should set up shop somewhere where a single crack in th? windows won?t lead to some sorta liquid rustin? our afts!? A green, white and red robot with a beard-like faceplate smashed an oversized ? even by Cybertronian standards ? wrench against the ground bridge. ?Either that, or we get this ship operational and risk bein? spotted by organ ? AUGH!? Wheeljack recoiled at the site of Cole. ?GET THAT THING OFFA THE SHIP BEFORE IT SPEWS ACID ALL OVER US!?
?Relax, Wheeljack. He?s harmless? Well, mostly harmless.? Red Alert said after scanning Cole with his visor.
?Hey, do you mind warning me before a sudden scan like that?? Cole scowled as he turned away from the window. ?Cliff, Windrazor ? these guys friends of yours??
?I personally wouldn?t consider Wheeljack a friend as much as I consider him a crewmate.? Windrazor rolled her optics.
?Bite my rusty metal ??
?Wheeljack!? Red Alert cut off Wheeljack?s retort. ?Ahem. My name is Red Alert. I?m the medical officer on this ship, the Axalon. And this over here is Wheeljack, our engineer.?
?Why do you sound like you?re British? And why does Wheeljack sound like he?s from New York??
?What th? slag is he talkin? about?? Wheeljack scratched his head.
?Well, I?m from the planet Paradron, and he hails from the colony of Junkion.? Red Alert continued. ?It seems the Junk and Paradronian accents correlate to certain accents of your ?English? language! How fascinating!?
?Yeah, yeah, yeah, can we just report back ta Prime so?s we can ground bridge this meatbag offa our ship?? Wheeljack eyed Cole cautiously regardless of Red Alert?s reassurance. ?I don?t exactly want this thing ta lay eggs in my engine, ya know what I?m sayin???
?Wheeljack,? Red Alert chuckled, ?That?s a male of the species. They don?t produce eggs.?
?Yeah, yeah, yeah.? Wheeljack transformed into his alternate mode, a beat-up old muscle car, and motored over to the bridge. Cliffjumper and Windrazor transformed and followed behind him, leaving Red Alert and Cole to chat.
?Please excuse Wheeljack,? Red Alert stated after transforming into ambulance mode and offering Cole a ride. ?Many of our kind have a phobia of organics.?
?Sure, whatever, can we just get this over with so I can get back to dry land and rest?? Cole got into Red Alert?s passenger side, and the Medibot motored off towards the bridge.
?Optimus! Cliffjumper and Windrazor ?? Red Alert let Cole out and transformed into robot mode.
?I know, Red Alert.? A tall red-and-blue robot stood before the others, flanked by an even bigger bronze robot. ?Welcome to the Axalon, human. My name is Optimus Prime. I?m what you?d call the captain of this vessel.?
?And I?m Ironclad.? The bronze robot intoned with a deep baritone. Cole noticed Ironclad?s left leg appeared to be a makeshift replacement leg he had to make from emergency parts, causing him to walk with a limp. ?I always hoped I?d land on an organic planet.?
?Yeah, yer hope?s my worst nightmare, ol? buddy.? Wheeljack leaned against his giant wrench like a cane ? he and Ironclad were obviously the oldest robots on the ship, while Red Alert and Optimus seemed to be only slightly (well, slightly by Cybertronian standards) older than Windrazor and Cliffjumper.
?So, why are you here?? Cole asked. ?Are there Decepticons??
?He already knows about Decepticons?? Ironclad asked Wheeljack, who merely scratched his head.
?Well, we crashed here around fifty Earth years ago when we found this solar system. It?s rich with Energon, our fuel source.? Optimus had Red Alert put up a display showing an Energon crystal. ?Unfortunately, we were being trailed by a ship helmed by the Decepticon?s leader, Megatron.?
?It was a pretty awesome fight! Optimus kicked his thrusters!? Cliffjumper pumped his fist in the air, and both Optimus and Windrazor shot him a look.
?But not before Megatron did some serious damage to our ship. We crashed here, and we have no idea where Megatron is currently.? Optimus continued.
?Yeah, I?m pretty sure that piece o? slag burnt up on re-entry. There?s no way he could survive without a ship, right?? If Wheeljack had a mouth, he?d be grinning.
?Well, hopefully. But we were about to leave behind the Axalon until the time is right for us to reveal our presence to your kind.? Optimus looked away. ?Since it?s possible humans might mistake us for a threat.?
?Well, if you guys need a new home base, I can enter the co-ordinates to my garage. If one of you is staying there,? Cole said as he pointed to Cliffjumper, ?I think all of you should stay there. There?s fuel, spare parts, and you can take whatever else you need with you through the ground bridge.? Cole booted up the internet on his phone, and loaded the address. ?Red, you think you can get the ground bridge to work? I?d really like to not worry about running out of fresh air.?
?I certainly can!? The medic smiled, transformed into his ambulance mode and motored off. ?Allons-y!?
?Autobots,? Optimus stated, ?Transform and roll out!? Optimus began changing shape into a pick-up truck mode, and had Wheeljack and Ironclad move the central computer console into his truck bed. The other Autobots soon followed suit; Windrazor morphed into a police bike, Cliffjumper transformed into Cole?s street racer, Wheeljack into an old muscle car, and Ironclad into an armored hybrid SUV. After Optimus opened his driver?s side door, Cole climbed in and the Autobots went towards the ?ground bridge??
So, yeah. The first two drabbles from what I hope will be both a fic and a good reference if/when I work for Hasbro
Edited by Space T Rex, 30 April 2012 - 06:56 PM.