Cutie Mark Crusader Transformers! YAY!
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…And his Name is Steel Hooves
The group of seven, still hidden thanks to some well placed trees but still closed enough to see what’s going on, watched as a golden tan pony with a blonde mane and hat tare into a yellowish tan pony with a brown mane. Behind the hat-wearing pony were three others. A big, red pony with a blonde mane, was staring stoically as the hat pony continue to tare into the other tan pony.
Beside the red pony were two other ponies, around the size of the hat-wearing pony. The first was a white pony with a purple mane. She was looking a little scared from the tongue lashing that the hat pony was giving the other pony. Next to the white pony was a gray pony with a blonde mane and misaligned eyes.
“Caramel, the only reason Ah gave ya a job here, was because of the massive order Ah got from the princess,” the hat wearing pony said with an irritated sigh. “But that’s the fifth bunch of apples you ruin today!”
Caramel tried to speak but he was tripping over his own words. It probably didn’t help matters that he was getting an intense glare from the hat-wearing pony.
From their hiding spot, the CMC and HM watched this event unfold, and the Cybertronian was a little scared at what he saw. He lean down to Applebloom and whispered, “Who are those two?”
“That’s mah big sister Applejack,” the hybrid replied with a bit of fear in her voice. She then composed herself and pointed to the other pony. “And that’s one Caramel. We hired him due to the workload this year, but he’s a bit of a klutz.”
HM looked at Caramel, studying him slightly. He seems pretty average and probably wouldn’t stand out in the crowd. And while he wasn’t the best choices, this pony would have to do.
Now let see if Doctor Sparkle’s scanner works, HM thought uncertainly.
He gave all of his attention to the stallion, his eyes snapping open. The spun clockwise as a thin green beam shot out from them, straight for Caramel. The beams began to scan the small stallion, and yet no one near him seems to notice the process. The crusaders, however, watched in awe at the sight they were seeing.
The cybertronian was in the process of scanning when he notices something weird. There was this strange green aura around Caramel. He noticed that the aura was rather aggressive. It violently thrashed around the pony, like it was wanted to be free. The thing was creepy and a little off-putting.
He ignored the aura and continued with his scanning process. HM was about 80% done with the scan when a warning alert began to sound. Before the Cybertronian could act, he felt a massive backlash from an overload in his T-cog.
“GAAH!” HM screamed as he tumbled backwards.
“Are you okay?” Sweetie asked as she rushed over to her new friend’s side.
The cybertronian groan lightly as he got into a sitting position. He gave the white unicorn a small smile as he began an internal systems change. Once he was sure there were no major damage, MH stood back up, and looked at the group near the barn. The group of grown ponies didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, as Applejack continued her tongue lashing on the poor Caramel. HM stared at the quivering pony, deep in thought.
“What the hay just happened?” Scootaloo asked in concern.
MH looked at the concern pony and let out a faint sigh. “I really don’t know. The genetic scanner installed in my being has a failsafe to stop me from scanning two organic life-forms at the same time,” the mysterious visitor said reluctantly.
Scootaloo titled to the right in confusion. It was clear that she didn’t know what HM was talking about. The robotic life-form saw this and smiled, as he patted the young pony on the head, earning a light scowl from her.
“Don’t worry about it, little sparkling,” HM said kindly. “It something that only concerns me.”
Scootaloo still didn’t understand it, but just let it slide with a slight shrug, which HM found a little odd as he watched the young pony turned her attention back to the grown-ups. HM also looked back at the fight, and noticed that Caramel was leaving with his head and tail hanging. The cybertronian kicked on an infrared scanner and easily spotted the aura around him. It has become even more violent then it was a few minutes ago.
Like I told Scootaloo, that failsafe should have only activated if I was trying to scan to life-forms at the same time, MH thought. So what does that say about this Caramel pony?
He watched as the suspicious pony left the farm and noticed that aura went through several changes in the span of a few seconds. Once he was out of side, HM turned his attention to the group, who had since moved on to a different conversation. HM tuned his audio sensors so he could listen better.
“Oh my Applejack, what that all really needed?” the white pony said with a bit of sympathy. “I almost feel bad for the poor dear.”
The irritated pony sighs and looked at her friend, a look of guilt on her face and began rubbing the back of her neck. “Ah may have gone a tad bit overboard. But Ah just worried sick about Applebloom, Rarity,” the farm pony admitted weakly.
“I know what you mean,” Rarity replied. “Sweetie Belle is usually never tardy. OHHH, how do I wish there were a device that ponies could carry with them and allow us to get a hold of each other anytime we like.”
HM gasp as he remembered why he was here in the first place. He began looking around the group and settled on the big pony. His eye snapped opened as he scanned the stallion. Once he was done, he looked at the group again. He settled on Applejack and scanned her next.
“Okay, I’m done,” HM said to the group. “Now I‘m going some place private for what comes next.”
The Cybertronian turned and headed deeper into the trees. The crusaders look at him and began to following their new friend. Babs walked up the HM and cast him a suspicious glare.
“I thought you said you couldn’t ‘scan’ two ponies?” the Manehatten pony asked suspiciously.
It was clear that Babs wasn’t to trusting of the newcomer, but that didn’t effect HM in the slighted, as he looked at the tan pony.
“I said I couldn’t scan two ponies at once,” the Cybertronian replied calmly, and then addressed the group, “You all don’t need to follow me, you know.”
The crusaders exchanged looks and then looked at HM, Applebloom speaking for the group, “Well, we’re kinda curious to see what you’re planning on doing.”
The robot-like creature looked at the determined faces that the crusaders put on, and sighed. He knew enough about organic life-forms that once they become stubborn there almost no talking them out of an action once they had decided on it. So he figured he would let them tag along.
The group soon reached a thick in the trees, and HM looked around. This seems like the prefect spot to begin; it wasn’t to far away from the farm, but still enough distance that no one would disturb them. He nodded his approval and looked at the group.
“This would only take a minute, so please be patient,” HM replied kindly, and then touched the right side of his head with two fingers.
The robot closed his eyes and group could hear soft beeps and other sounds coming from their robotic friend, and the group exchanged confused looks. True to his word, a minute passed and MH opened his eyes.
“Excuse me Mister HM, can I ask what you just did?” Sweetie asked curiously.
“That’s simple-Sweetie Belle, right?” HM asked doubtfully and was reward with a quick. “I alter the scans I got from the big pony by adding features form the hat-wearing pony.”
The crusaders gave their new friend blink stares, and for reasons he couldn’t fully understand, HM found himself chuckling under his breath. It wasn’t long before one of the crusaders stepped forward to the voice the thought that was on everyone’s mind.
“Why do you need to do something like?” Babs asked suspiciously.
“If I don’t I would look exactly like that red pony,” HM replied seriously. “Now, please stand back. I have never used this feature before and I don’t know what will happen.”
The group did as they were told and took a few steps back. HM took several deep breaths to compose himself and then activated his T-cog as he closed his eyes.
The crusaders watched with awe and bit of fear as they watch their new friend’s body began to open up. His arms and legs extended from the joints, and the plates around the limb opens up, showcasing the various wires and other things the crusaders couldn’t identify. They watched in amazement as their friend’s chest opened up and revealed a growling ball, just like the ones their saw on his ship.
HM suddenly began moaning and groaning lightly as the cape behind him broke into four pieces and began moving around his body. The sounds he was making become more intense as the crusaders watched the plates that once made up his cape move to his shoulders and broke apart again, the plates on his shoulders forming into small triangle pods. The new piece then traveled down the arms, the plates taking the shape of a pony head and covering the top of his hands.
The lower half of the cape moved down the legs and moved to the front as their settled on their forelegs, forming into shin guards. Next, the body began to close up, and the crusaders watch as more changed appeared throughout the alien’s body. His chest became more rounded around the breast area, and flat around the abs. Pony-like legs grew out from his back, as his body’s coloring faded into a tan with red tint coloring.
Finally, his helmet changed to match the rest of his body, and his optic sensors open up briefly to show they had turned to a jade green. The Cybertronian fell to his kneels as he let the last of his sub-systems reroute themselves.
I didn’t expect that! HM thought through the pain he was experiencing. Once the new section subsided, he accessed his systems, to see what have changed. Artificially nerve system…that would explain what I felt just now. Hmm, artificially digestion system…? I wonder what that means.
The Autobot might have pondered this thought a little farther, if he didn’t feel something touching his arm. He turned his optic sensors to the outside and saw the concern faces of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Even Dinky was looking at him with a bit of concern.
“Are you okay?” asked a concern Babs.
HM managed a weak smile as he stands. “I’m fine. I wasn’t expecting the pain,” he replied through a strain voice. “Now, let’s see what we got.”
The natural transformer then transformed, and CMC finally saw what the process was like. HM transformed similarly to the CMC, with several of body part folding up, like his feet folding up and being covered with pony hooves. Unlike the CMC, his arms were brought together to from a long neck as the legs behind him fold out and replaced the arms. The pony face grew out slightly as it covered the robotic face as it got slightly longer, and his helmet opened with a blonde mane appearing and the helmet itself turning into soft fur. Finally, the metal plate turned into fur as a tail grown out.
“Well…how do I look?” HM asked curiously and were meant with dumbfounded stares.
The founding members couldn’t believe their eyes. There, standing right in front of them, was some sort of creepy copy of their favorite silent stallion. HM has the built of Big Mac, only slightly softer, and he was a few inches shorter then the stoic pony. His muzzle is slightly rounder as well. His coat was tan, slightly deeper then Applejack’s and there was a noticeable red tint to it. His mane and tail was blonde like the older apples and combed.
And to the CMC’s surprised, he had a cutie mark! There was a shiny red apple with a large slice cut out on his flank…for about three seconds, when it disappeared in a flash of light, causing gasps to escape the crusaders.
“What happen to your cutie mark?” Scootaloo exclaimed, pointing at her friend’s flank with her right hoof.
HM blinked and looked at his flank, lost as to what the group was worrying over.
“…Cutie mark? What’s a cutie Mark?” he asked curiously. The group gasps and looked ready to launch into something, but he stopped that by raising his right hoof, and nearly falling on his face. “Listen, you can explain everything later. Now we just need a story and everything should be ready.”
The group looked at each other, suddenly remember what happening. Suddenly, Rumble stepped forward, looking suddenly shy.
“Well, I may have an idea?” the gray Pegasus said shyly.
(A few minutes later)
“So, let mah see if Ah get this straight,” Applejack said. “Ya all were hanging out when you spotted this poor fella’s broken wagon and saw that he was hurt?”
“Yes,” Applebloom, Sweetie and Scootaloo mumbled shamefully, and then Applebloom said, “Sorry Ah missed helping out, sis, but Ah was just trying to do what you taught me.”
The older apple looked at her sister with a small glare for about second and then sighs. She trotted up to the yellow filly and brought her into a loving hug.
“And Ah glad for ya and your friends,” Applejack said with pride and looked at the other founding members. “Just don’t make us worry like that.”
Sweetie and Scootaloo nodded their understanding, and then looked at Rarity. The three were silent as they took their leave, as Derpy had left earlier and have offered to Take Rumble home with Dinky and only Babs remained, have gone off to the room she‘s sharing with her cousin
“And Ah sorry about your loss,” Applejack said, turning to the pony to her right.
“It’s alright,” HM replied with a shrug. “The wagon was old and falling apart. I surprised it lasted as long as it did. I’m just sorry for the lost of my bits.”
“Can he stay sis?” Applebloom asked eagerly. “Ah feel sorry for him.”
“Hmm…” Applejack looked him over and notice his small built. “You’re familiar with bucking trees?”
“I can’t say I’m familiar with farming in general,” HM said and put on a small smile, “But I could give it a try.”
Applejack sighs, but walked up to the mysterious pony and took him by the hoof. “Ah guess Ah don’t have a choice, seeing of how Ah fired Caramel. Say, what’s ya’re name?”
“You can call me…Steel Hooves,” HM replied reluctantly.