Post by Robbie Valiant, P.I. on Feb 25, 2009 12:44:39 GMT -5
BloSC/TF: Star Struck.
Summary: What happens when the dissenter Starscream and his armada find the first known case of organic sentients? A misunderstanding of planetary proportions, drawing a small satellite of an insignificant blue planet into the crosshairs of both the Autobots and Megatron!
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING
A/N: The Transformers lore I use is a mixture of various elements of the different depictions, drawing from mainly Generation 1 and Animated. As such, this is a complete Transformers AU- Same characters, same personalities, different times, different situations. In this case, Cybertron as an isolated planet, coming into contact with other sentients for the first time. Also, be patient, this is all setting up for the bigger story.
The armada of Decepticons, all near identical, save for color, sped through space.
“Nice work, oh fearless leader,” Nightbird commented.
“Shut up,” Starscream replied, “you could have warned me we'd lose.” He'd really done it this time. He'd led his army- well, his clones, anyways, there were still less than 10 of them- against Megatron. And now he had a price on his head. Which meant they ALL had prices on their heads.
Starscream was one of Megatron's most trusted scientific advisors, once upon a time. Then, he delved into creating artificial troops. His initial attempts lacked a spark, the ability to make decisions. But then, he continued. He managed to fragment his own- creating clones of himself, each with a dominant trait of his personality.
Thundercracker, the egotistical.
Dirge, the greedy.
Skywarp, the coward.
Sunstorm, the suck-up.
Ramjet, the liar.
And Nightbird. Simply Nightbird, she was... different. She was, obviously, not a perfect clone. She was his first attempt. She seemed to hate him, and always be a few steps ahead of him. Which is why she was always smug. She knew exactly what would happen.
They were heading as far away from Cybertron as possible, looking for any possible place for them to hide. They were approaching an insignificant blue planet, with no life signs they could detect. From nowhere, they received a transmission.
“Unidentified craft, you are approaching Capital Planet space- identify or hostility will be presumed.”
Capital Planet? This was something new. As far as they knew, no other planet had created sentient life. This could provide an advantage, if he could sufficiently 'inform' them.
“We come in peace,” he replied, his translation grid making his speech understandable, “who are we speaking to?”
“This is Star Command. The highest authority of the area. May I ask the same?”
“We are... dissenters. Our planet is at civil war. We ran. All we seek is a refuge.”
“How many of you are there?”
“Seven.”
Meanwhile, at Star Command, the ranger at the conn looked again at his scans.
“Seven? In ships that big? That'd mean there's only one of you in each ship!”
“...what do you mean, 'ship'?”
Culture shock. When 2 planets collide, their cultures never entirely mesh. But generally, they are similar enough to work together. Sometimes though, concepts will not. Ship, for instance, while being inherent to space travel to most organic species, was only for military transport of troops on Cybertron- Individuals generally had an alt-mode capable of solo space-travel, often resembling organics conception of a ship. It is at this point the misunderstanding was made.
“You have seven ships, correct?”
“No. There are seven of us, running from our planet.”
“But you're in ships, correct?”
“No.”
It began to sink in to the operator.
“Sweet mother of...” he said, then speaking back, “Please hold.”
He called up to the head of command.
“Commander Nebula, you better have a look at this. We've got a first contact, I believe.”
Summary: What happens when the dissenter Starscream and his armada find the first known case of organic sentients? A misunderstanding of planetary proportions, drawing a small satellite of an insignificant blue planet into the crosshairs of both the Autobots and Megatron!
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING
A/N: The Transformers lore I use is a mixture of various elements of the different depictions, drawing from mainly Generation 1 and Animated. As such, this is a complete Transformers AU- Same characters, same personalities, different times, different situations. In this case, Cybertron as an isolated planet, coming into contact with other sentients for the first time. Also, be patient, this is all setting up for the bigger story.
The armada of Decepticons, all near identical, save for color, sped through space.
“Nice work, oh fearless leader,” Nightbird commented.
“Shut up,” Starscream replied, “you could have warned me we'd lose.” He'd really done it this time. He'd led his army- well, his clones, anyways, there were still less than 10 of them- against Megatron. And now he had a price on his head. Which meant they ALL had prices on their heads.
Starscream was one of Megatron's most trusted scientific advisors, once upon a time. Then, he delved into creating artificial troops. His initial attempts lacked a spark, the ability to make decisions. But then, he continued. He managed to fragment his own- creating clones of himself, each with a dominant trait of his personality.
Thundercracker, the egotistical.
Dirge, the greedy.
Skywarp, the coward.
Sunstorm, the suck-up.
Ramjet, the liar.
And Nightbird. Simply Nightbird, she was... different. She was, obviously, not a perfect clone. She was his first attempt. She seemed to hate him, and always be a few steps ahead of him. Which is why she was always smug. She knew exactly what would happen.
They were heading as far away from Cybertron as possible, looking for any possible place for them to hide. They were approaching an insignificant blue planet, with no life signs they could detect. From nowhere, they received a transmission.
“Unidentified craft, you are approaching Capital Planet space- identify or hostility will be presumed.”
Capital Planet? This was something new. As far as they knew, no other planet had created sentient life. This could provide an advantage, if he could sufficiently 'inform' them.
“We come in peace,” he replied, his translation grid making his speech understandable, “who are we speaking to?”
“This is Star Command. The highest authority of the area. May I ask the same?”
“We are... dissenters. Our planet is at civil war. We ran. All we seek is a refuge.”
“How many of you are there?”
“Seven.”
Meanwhile, at Star Command, the ranger at the conn looked again at his scans.
“Seven? In ships that big? That'd mean there's only one of you in each ship!”
“...what do you mean, 'ship'?”
Culture shock. When 2 planets collide, their cultures never entirely mesh. But generally, they are similar enough to work together. Sometimes though, concepts will not. Ship, for instance, while being inherent to space travel to most organic species, was only for military transport of troops on Cybertron- Individuals generally had an alt-mode capable of solo space-travel, often resembling organics conception of a ship. It is at this point the misunderstanding was made.
“You have seven ships, correct?”
“No. There are seven of us, running from our planet.”
“But you're in ships, correct?”
“No.”
It began to sink in to the operator.
“Sweet mother of...” he said, then speaking back, “Please hold.”
He called up to the head of command.
“Commander Nebula, you better have a look at this. We've got a first contact, I believe.”
