//------------------------------// // Start up Your engines Arc: The Changes Continue // Story: Cutie Mark Crusaders Transformer! YAY!! // by Masters-of-the-Elements //------------------------------// Cutie Mark Crusaders Transformers! YAY! Start Up Your Engines Arc: The Changes continue I found myself on a strange planet, a planet called Earth, in a land called Jasper, Nevada. I was drawn to this planet, to this location via an encoded transmission of Autobot origins. But even my processors couldn’t handle that, when I landed on a hallowed out mountain, I was greeted by legends. Bumblebee, a scout famous for his bravely in the field of battle, and at the end of the war, braved a harsh torment at the hands of the foes’ leader and not breaking. He paid a very high price for his courage, however, and lost his voice box, forcing to use radio noises to communicate Next to him are Cliff jumper and his partner Arcee. Though their partnership is fairly new, they had already reached legend status by not only escaping the dreaded scientist Shockwave, but also trapping him in a space bridge beam. But those are just rumors and vague ones at best. My processors short out slightly from just even processing the image of the con that caused me so much grief in my short life. A little farther off, having some light damage repaired was Bulkhead, a former wrecker. I would admit that I really don’t know much about the wreckers, but Bulkhead was said to be the best at what he did, and if he could put up with Wheel-Jack then he has my admiration. I flinch slightly when the medic Ratchet turned his optic sensors. I could admit that something about the seasoned veteran made the energon in my tubes turned cold. It was just something about that stare he was giving was causing me to feel uncomfortable. I quickly turned my attention to the final member of the group, and I think I felt several shorts happen throughout my systems. I was in awe as I stand before the living legend himself, the last of a great line, and possible the greatest Autobot in history. “Greetings Autobot, and welcome to Earth,” Optimus Prime said in formal manner that had commanding presence behind it. I instantly snapped to attention, saluting the prime in front of me. “Greeting, sir, I’m HM-SH-0917, sir!” I said quickly. “What? Weren't you given a name?” Cliff jumper asked humorously, which earn him a light backhand from his partner. Prime ignore his soldier’s light banter as he focus on the Autobot in front of him. “May I ask what brings you here?” Optimus asked calmly. “Truthfully, sir, I was following a distress beckon when I picked up yours and I thought I could re-supply here,” I answered truthfully. “Interesting,” Prime remarked, “May I asked if you knew the nature of the beckon?” “No, Sir, but the beckon read 3SJ-0092 on its transmission,” I replied dutifully. “Are you sure?” Ratchet suddenly exclaimed. I looked toward the medic as he abandoned his work, and marched up to me. If I thought he was scary from a distance, the medic was terrifying up close. “Are you sure those are the beckons’ identification numbers?” Ratchet asked seriously. I nodded, my word processor failing me at this moment. Lucky for me, Optimus Prime stepped in and put a hand on his medic’s shoulder. “I take it that you are familiar with the vessel, old friend?” the prime asked calmly. Ratchet looked at his commanding officer his optic sensors brighten ever so slightly. “If it true what this sparkling is saying, we may have found a storage vessel, one filled with Protoforms,” the medic replied with a hint of hope behind his voice. The astrosphere in the room immediately changed as all sensors can to rest on the medic. Even I couldn’t help but looked at him with growing curiosity. There probably wasn’t a Cybertronian alive that wouldn’t know what a vessel filled with Protoforms would mean. “Are you certain about this, Ratchet?” Prime asked calmly. “Without a doubt!” the medic replied confidently. “I would never delete such important information from my memory banks! That vessel alone house over twelve hundred Protoforms.” All sensors were immediately on me, waiting for me to say something. I have already made my decision before everyone’s attention fell on me, and was ready to go at the when the word was given. “Are you planning on pursuing the vessel?” Prime asked my calmly. “Without a doubt sir!” I replied without hesitation. “It time I do something worth wild with my existence. I just need my ship re-supplied.” If the prime was affected by my words he didn’t allow it to show as he replied, “Your ship will be restocked within a cycle. For now, I advised you take this time to rest and recuperate.” With said, the last of the primes turned his attention elsewhere. The others also returned to their own devices, expect for Cliff Jumper. The sociable Autobot was saying something, but I wasn’t paying attention, I was busy thinking to myself. Yes, I would do this mission, and I would give my very spark to insure that this mission is carried out. (…) HM moan lightly as he felt his systems come back online, going through the usual routine and checking for any major damages. His optic sensors light up a few seconds later and he looked around. He was surprise to find himself still on-line after such a rough landing. Once he got his bearings, he began to do damage check on his vessel. “Computer, begin routine damage check protocols. Check on the Protoforms as well,” HM ordered. The on-board computer beeped and buzzed as it followed the orders of it controller. HM sigh again, and looked out the window. All he could see is clear skies and green trees as far as the optic sensor could see. He had to admit that there was a sort of calming astrosphere to the place, one he hadn’t felt in a long time. A beep alerted him that the computer had finished it system check and was processing the data now. HM frown as he looked at the data he was getting. “Thruster one had has a major blowout. I don’t think I can make repairs with the limited supplies I have,” the Autobot pondered to himself quietly. He continued to look through the data, checking to see what could be repaired and what couldn’t. He was surprise to find only minor damage to all on-board systems. The blown out engine would be the biggest problem, one he wasn’t confident he could fix. Satisfied with the damage reports, MH switched to the report on the Protoforms, and began to read. His felt the energon in his body go cold as he read the report. He reread it to make sure his optic sensors hadn’t suffered some sort of malfunction. “It has to be some sort of computer glitch! It just has be!” the Cybertronian muttered frantically as he fought with the restrains that held him to his chair. He freed himself and then hurried out of the cockpit, stumbling a little due to the slightly awkward angle his ship was in. He reached the stasis chamber and hurried over to a wall control panel, feverishly punching in a report log. “Please be a glitch. Please, let it be a glitch! BY THE ALL-SPARK, let it be nothing more then a stupid computer glitch!!” HM screeched out frantically as he impatiently waits for the report. He heard the beep telling that the report was finished, and feverishly scan said report. His face fell when the inescapable truth made itself known to him. “No…” HM whispered softly, hanging his head in shame. He stayed like that for nearly a minute before he began to slammed fist his near the control panel. “No, no, no, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOO!” He stopped pounding the wall as he felt to his knees, just staring at the floor blankly. He remained in that position for a good few minutes, thoughts turning over in his processor. He had failed. He was given an important mission and he had failed it. “12 out of 1200...I couldn’t even protect that much. I worthless, truly worthless…” the Autobot muttered bitterly, and suddenly thrust his head up and threw his arms into the air, “YOU HEAR ME YOU PILE OF TWISTED CIRCUITS!!! YOU WERE RIGHT!!” His body go limb after that, as he slumps farther down into the floor. He remained that way for a good five minutes, until a beeping sound caught his attention. He half-heartedly looked up at the new report that was coming in. He frowned as he read the report. “These readings don’t make any sense,” HM mutters to himself. He pulled himself together and goes to have a look at the pods in the in left wall. What he sees surprised him. “How is this even possible?” he asked himself with shock. “I have never heard anything like this.” The Cybertronian continued to look at the pod in the center of the wall. Inside of the pod looks to be a mix of a Cybertronian and an organic life-form. He watched as metal slip over and mix with the soft purple coat of strange creature. He looked at the rest of the pods and saw the same thing happening in the rest of them. “What could this mean?” HM asked in wonderment. He looked to his right and saw one of the creatures stirring slightly. He reached for the creature with his left hand, only to stop when he noticed that his hand could easily hold two of the small pods. “I better detach myself from my core. Don’t want have another incident like that last organic planet I visited,” HM said with a sigh. The Cybertronian walked out of the chamber and disappear into the hallway. A few seconds after he disappeared, a strange metallic shifting sound was heard, and a few second after that the voice of the Autobot was heard. “That should do. Now all I have to do is take those creatures out of the ship. I really don’t want to scare them anymore then they’re going to be.” (A few minutes later) Applebloom moan slightly as she stirred. She opened her eyes and quickly came to her senses, her earth pony’s stamina kicking in. She remembers hanging out with her friends and having something flew over heads, causing some problems. She also remembers investigating the thing and something happen after that, but she’s having trouble recalling what. “Where is everypony?” she asked as she set up, unaware of how she was sitting. She looked around, getting her bearings and she realized that she was near the edge of Sweet Apple Acres. The small brook that Rainbow Dash created by accident, a few weeks ago proved that. She continued to look around, trying to find signs of her friends with no luck. The yellow earth pony sighs faintly and raised her hoof to her chin in thought. “Ah remember going into that strange thing, but what happen after that?” Abblebloom ask herself. “And where are mah friends? Huh?” She looked at her hoof when she felt something odd about it. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at what had replaced her hoof. It still looked like her hoof, to a certain degree, only now it was slightly more round and with some kind of things sticking out of there. She tried to move them and to her surprise they moved. The young pony tried to shrug off the weirdness she was feeling, as she turns her eyes up the rest of her leg, and noticed the thin black limb that grown out of her front leg. She looked down at her body and nearly fainted when she noticed her entire face, ears and all, on her barrel. She looked down farther to avoid looking at her face any longer. She frowns when she saw that her lower half was uneven; it narrows around the stomach and widens as it goes down. Applebloom noted that her center of her change body was black and the outside was a navy blue. The young earth pony studied her back legs, noticing they were similar to her front legs, only her back leg are thicker and ended with some strange limbs that she quickly learns that she could control. She also notice that her new limbs had a similar coloring to her change body, only the back of her new limbs were navy blue and her front was black. She studied her body for at least a minute until a thought popped into her head. “What does mah face look like?” the confused earth pony asks herself. She noticed the brook and decided to use that to see her face. She got on all fours and began to walk. She instantly fell on her face due to awkwardness of her altered body. But, being an earth pony and an Apple to boat, Applebloom refused to give up, and awkwardly made her way to brook. What she saw next shocked her just as much as when she saw her body. Her face was completely round and used the same color pattern as her body. Her eyes are still a bright ember and her mane and ribbon were still unchanged. And now that she has a better view of her face, she couldn’t help but feel creep out by what she saw. Applebloom might have looked at her change body until the cow came home, if a voice hadn’t got her attention. “Ah, I saw another one had woken.” The young earth pony looked to her right, and saw a strange creature sitting near the brook. Applebloom narrowed her eyes and studied the new creature. There wasn’t really much to tell about this strange; he was mainly a dull gray and lacks any detailing features, say for a weird metal cape on its back. Even its face had no real features behind it, and it creep Applebloom out slightly. The creature looked at the confused earth pony with white eyes and said in a near emotionlessly voice, “Now we just need to wait for the rest of your group com back on-line, and then we have a lot to talk about.” Applebloom didn’t know half what the strange creature was saying, but a feeling deep in her gut told her what was coming next wasn’t going to be good.