Cutie Mark Crusaders Transformers! YAY
Start up Your Engines Arc:
Learning to Transform
In a dark place, somewhere where Princess Celestia’s sun doesn’t reach, hard clicking is heard, as a mysterious pony walked a dark hall. There were small torches all around the corridor, but they didn’t give light to completely reveal the mysterious pony. The best the torches could do was show a horn, a long, twisted horn, painted black.
Our mysterious pony soon reached a door, and suddenly become very afraid. It stared at the door for a few seconds, thoughts about running away racing through it mind. Still, the pony soon steeled it nerves and nervously knocked on the door.
“Enter…daughter.” a booming voice called out, causing the mare to flinch.
The door opened a moment later, and the mare steps into the chambers. No matter how many times she entered into this chamber, the sights always awed her and made her horn twitch uncontrollable. The chamber was vast, but due to poor lighting there were no way to determine the actual size of the chamber. And the strange blue crystals that glow softly didn’t do much for lighting, either.
Those crystals make the mare’s mane stand on end, but she continued onward, eventually reaching the end, where the mare grows even more afraid. There, standing as a towering building was a throne, and a figure, barely seeable due to the lighting, sitting on the throne. The mare bowed in both fear and respect.
“Report my daughter. How are things proceeding?” the figure on the throne asked commandingly.
The mare couldn’t help but flinch at the voice, but still manage to respond only with a quiver in her own voice. “E-Everything is going according to plan…father. My agents are in place and watching those ponies as we speak.”
“That’s good. Keep me inform of the agents’ progress. You are dismissed,” the figure said commandingly, but quickly grew annoyed when he didn’t see his “daughter” still standing there. “I told you, daughter, you are dismissed.”
The mare gulped back her fears, and defiantly took a step forward. She looked at the giant, trying desperately to fight back her own fears.
“I just don’t see the point of any of this?” the mare said quickly before her fears got to strong to handle. “We have the numbers, and thanks to you, father, we now have the weapons. Why don’t we just storm Canterlot Castle and be done with all of this?”
The mysterious being watched as his so-call daughter stomped her hooves to show her frustration, and he chuckled dryly. The mare caught the sound and couldn’t help but feel some of her mix feelings give away to anger, and she growled under her breath. She was about to give her so-called father a piece of her mind, when she heard a shifting sound and watched as something fell from the creature’s top. She next heard footsteps approaching her, and her anger gave away to fear once again.
Soon, a figure stood in front of our mysterious mare, but due to the poor lights all that could be seen of it was an outline of bipedal creature. The mare couldn’t help but flinch when the creature reached out with one of its strange appendages and patted on her on the head.
“My dear, dear daughter.… I have looked after you for so long I may dare say I have come to care for you a little,” the creature said in a surprisingly soft and gently tone, one that caused the mare look up at the being she called father in confusion. When the creature next spoke the tone of his voice turned much harsher, “But I wouldn’t put up with your childish and naïve thinking. So, learn when to keep that muzzle of your shut.”
The creature removed his hand from the mare’s head, and walked away from her, missing the scowl that was sent his away. He walked back his giant throne, and took a seat on a small throne hidden by the shadow.
“Daughter…” the creature asked commandingly. “Do you remember what happened to last time a large force tried to invade Canterlot?”
The mare lowered her head and growled lowly. “Yes, how could anypony forget that?” she asked bitterly.
“Indeed,” the creature said emotionlessly. “It took only two ponies to cast an invading force of thousands out. And let not forget when the leader of that force tried to take revenge on those who helped to stop her force.”
“Is there a point to any of this, father?” the mare barked angrily.
“Indeed there is, my daughter,” the creature said smoothly. “When the direct or the indirect approaches don’t work, how do you defeat an enemy?”
The mare looked down at the ground, deep in thought. Try as she might the mare couldn’t figure any other methods to defeat a foe. Her father must have sense this somehow.
“YOU CRUSH YOUR EMEMY’S SPIRITS!” the mysterious creature said with a bit of insanity in his voice. The mare watch as her father jumped from his throne and walked up to the mare. “Those six mares in that mud ball of a town are the greatest source of hope the creatures of this land will ever know! If we crush them before our invasion on that ridiculous Equestrian Liberation day then not even those fancied up nobodies would able to stop me!”
The mysterious figure began to laugh insanely as he trotted over to his throne. His laughter dies down as he looked up at the giant in front of him. “You heard me, you twisted pile of circuits! The age of the ponies will be coming to end and the eternal rule of Black Bolt will begin!!”
(…)
“So…let me get this straight…” Rumble asked uncertainly. “We’re now some kind of robots?”
“It’s more complex then that, young sparkling,” HM responded reluctantly.
“Then what’s happening to us?” Babs asked frantically. “Why do we look like this?”
HM sigh lightly and began to look at the six in front of him. It has been nearly 12 minutes since everyone was back on-line and things had gone slightly better then he first thought. The group, the Cutie Mark Crusaders as he learned they were called, had done a series questions to determine their own identities. Once that was out of the way, things started to go down hall. They were curious to know what happen to them, and since HM was the only one that could fill in the blanks, the young sparklings looked towards him.
Of course it didn’t help things that I don’t know what happened in the first place, HM thought reluctantly, standing from the spot he had been sitting in since he moved the crusaders from his ship.
The cybertronian sighed under his breath and looked at the group before him. First was the white one he had learned was named Sweetie Belle. The white pony’s face and pony had opened up, giving her a cape-like object. Her body has a white outline with a purple and pink inside. Her arms and legs are white with gray limbs, feet, and fingers. Her face was also gray and her optic sensors were green.
Next was Scootaloo. The young Pegasus body had divided at the waist, where a black belt now rests, and a red orb above it. Her lower half was orange excepted for her ankles which are black and the back of her feet which are red. Her upper body is also orange and her natural pony face are now shoulders plates, having split open at the center, and her wings rested folded down at the lower back. Her upper limbs are black and her lower parts are orange, say for her fingers which are black. Finally, her light gray face and purple optics are covered in a red helmet with a yellow plate above the sensors and a red gem in the center.
Next up was Babs Seed. Her face had pushed up over her mane slightly so her muzzle was close to her forehead. Her body had split at the center, exposing a light green color pattern, but her coat had remained on her body. Her arms and legs were similar to her friends, but black. Finally the back of her new feet are green on the back, but her natural color on the front.
Rumble looked similar to his friends, only his exposed area is a bright silver color. His body had opened up slightly and a thin cross was on the front of his body. His wings had moved up to the back of his shoulders and they were titled at a slight angle. Surprisingly, his feet remained of unchanged, just slightly longer. Finally, his natural pony face has become a helmet of sort. His pony his formed around his Cybertronian jaw and the rest of his face had slid to his side. There was a yellow V-like pattern on his forehead that ran between his eyes.
The final member of the group, Dinky Doo, was just staring off into space and didn’t seem all that concern with her changes. The young unicorn seems to have the most devise out of the entire bunch. Her natural pony head had moved to her the front of her body, and gained a light yellow circle pattern. The top of her forelegs had folded up to form into small shoulder plates, and the exposed area had the same yellow coloring. The exposed areas on her back legs are also yellow and her new feet are black, like her fingers. Finally, her face is black with a yellow line running down each eye. Oddly, she still had her horn, unlike Sweetie Belle.
MH sighs again and looked at the brook. He still doesn’t know how any of this happened, and he didn’t know how to fix it, either. He had never heard of pure organic life-forms merging with protoforms before.
“So what do I do now?” MH asks himself. He suddenly heard a scream and looked at the group. The one call Sweetie was having some sort of malfunction and her friends were trying to calm her down. “What’s wrong?”
“What would my parents think when they see me like this?” the young unicorn asked frantically. “What would my sister think?”
The gravity of the white unicorn said hit home with the other members and they became afraid as well. Well…everyone expect for Dinky. The purple unicorn was just spacing out like normal. HM looked at the purple half-breed with cocked eyebrow. He couldn’t help but feel like there something about the unicorn, he just couldn’t finger on it.
“What are we going to do?” Babs asked frantically? “If my folks see me like this, they might disown me?”
HM sigh faintly and clapped to gain the group’s attention. Once all optic sensors were on him, the Cybertronian began to speak, “This might be a complex for your young minds to understand, but all Cybertronian life forms have the ability to transform. It should stand to reason that you, who now part Cybertronian, should also have this ability.”
HM was meant with blank stares, something he should expected. Of course these sparklings would have no idea what he was talking about. He was about to go and explain what he meant, when a quiet voice caught everyone by surprise.
“Transform…like a Changeling can?” asked Dinky quietly, causing everyone to looked at her.
For a few seconds the entire group was silent, either from having the normally quiet unicorn actually speak for change, or if some where reliving some bad memories. If HM would have weathered a guess…it was probably a mixture of both.
The visitor from another world cleared his throat to get the crusaders’ attention. “May I ask what a Changeling is?” the Cybertronian asked politely.
The group became hesitant as looks were exchanged. HM waited on the small sparklings to get over their own anxiousness. He took a seat near the brook once more, and waited. Finally, after a near minute, Rumble stepped forward, looking quiet anxious.
“A-A changeling is creature that can change it shape to any other pony, to feed on their love?” the gray Pegasus said fearfully.
That sounds like a shape shifter? But how could creature feed on a chemical reaction in an organic brain? MH wondered to himself, before addressing the Crusader. “I guess you could word it like that. But in your case and, if my theory is proven correct, you only should be able to change between the forms your currently in and your natural bodies.”
The CMC once against looked at their strange new friend with confused stares. That didn’t last long as Applebloom step forward, looking a little nervous. “Umm, maybe you show us how to, Mr.,” the young filly turned her head to her right, realizing that they hasn’t gotten the visitor’s name yet.
HM sighed bitterly and looked at the ground as he said clearly, “My ID number is HM-SH-917, but can simply call me HM.”
The Cybertronian was meant with blink stares, but to the credit of the young ones, they recovered fairly quickly. Once again, it was Applebloom who spoke, sounding just tad bit awkward in her approach.
“Ok, Mr. HM, umm, do you think you can show us how to transform?” she asked hopefully.
HM sigh bitterly, and looked away as he said, “Sorry, but my transformation isn’t the best suited to use as a demonstration.” He frown lightly when he looked and saw the crestfallen faces of the hybrids, and cracked the smallest of smiles, as he said, “Instead…picture your natural bodies as you remember them, and then picture your current bodies slid into and changing into the ponies you knew so well.”
The group exchanged nervous looks, but those slowly transformed into determined ones, and the group spread out. HM couldn’t stop his smile from widening a little more. Though he may not be aware of it at the time, but he found himself quite taken with those six sparklings, despite only knowing them for a short period of time.
“One more thing before you begin,” HM chirped out and got the attention of the group. “Don’t try to force the change. We still don’t know the limits of your hybrids bodies. If anything, try to treat transforming like, like-moving a foot! Let it come naturally.”
The young sparklings nodded, and then set about their work. It took a few minutes and some groaning, but the familiar sound soon filled the air, and the sparklings began to transform into fillies and a colt. HM watched the changes carefully, taking in note how similar their changes and what set them apart.
Mainly, the young ponies bodies folded-in around the center, as their arms and legs retracted slightly. HM noticed the small difference in each of the crusaders’ transformation, like how Rumble’s chest closed up and his pony face closed around his Cybertronian face. The apple cousins’ face slid over their robot faces, and Babs’s body closed so her new colors weren’t showing, while Applebloom’s sides opened up and her coat grow out from there. Scootaloo’s entire body folded down and closed up at the waist as the orb was covered up by light fur. Sweetie Belle’s pony face and body closed up around her robotic body, and Dinky’s pony face turned to cover her robotic features, as the pattern disappeared into the emerging fur. Her shoulder plates folded down to cover the color on her forearms.
The transformation to robot hybrids to normal looking ponies finished itself with the fingers flatten out, and they were covered up when the hooves opened up and slid over digits. The feet folded up and similarly to the fingers, were covered up by the back hooves. Finally, tail emerged from a small opening that closed up shortly after the tails appeared.
HM noted that the entire process took about 2 minutes and 35 seconds, but he wouldn’t complained.
The group opened their eyes after tens more seconds and began looking over their bodies. Excitement mixed with relief when they noticed what they had done, they had transformed back to normal. Five out of the six members jump into the air, for a high hoof, and said,” YEAH!!” Just before their hooves connected, the group transformed back to their robotic humanoid forms, causing them to miss their mark and fell into a heap.
“Ahh, man...!” Scootaloo groan out. “We almost had it!”
“What happened?” Sweetie moaned out in slight fear.
“I don’t know, but mind getting your leg out of my nose!” Babs said with quickly growing irritation.
HM watched half-heartedly as the crusaders began to fight to untangle themselves from the heap. He was also stumped as why the group had transformed back, until he recalled his experience on a planet of organic shape shifters, and it all clicked after that.
Because their bodies are a prefect mix of Cybertronian and organic life, their abilities to transform are different then normal Cybertronians, HM thought. So it stands to reason that they transform through physically control, unlike normal Cybertronians who transform through mental commands.
With the answers to the problem at hand, HM stood up and walked over to the group. The Crusaders has just finished untangling themselves when the Cybertronian reached them.
“I believe I know what went wrong and how to fix it,” HM said calmly, which got all optics on him. He couldn’t help but smile a bit as he said, “We’re going to be playing a little game I like to call Scare Away.”