Earthborn Chapter Three
Title: Robots! Finally
Fandom: Transformers (07/09 movie)
Universe: Earthborn
Rating: K, T overall
Characters/Pairings: Red Alert, First Aid, Prowl, Groove, Agent R. Simmons, Bluestreak, Moonracer, Bumblebee, Barricade, mentions of Hot Spot, Wheeljack, Perceptor, Blades, Streetwise, Inferno, Blackout, Scorponok, Banacheck
Warnings:Robots! Finally, thus I shall now warn about them. Some of them are definitely not going to act like they did in the cartoon/comic, or they are going act like a combination of various versions of them. Why? Because this is a different universe being movie based, it's also an AU thus meaning they didn't go through the same things their other versions had, that, and all the earth based ones are still children/teenagers thus they're not going to be serious adults. Simmons I figured would fit the role I put him in considering these aren't NBEs he's dealing with (That's later on) and I found it adorable in a way.
Summary: Giant transforming robots, meet giant transforming alien robots.
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It wasn’t odd to witness an ambulance roaming the streets of Tranquility in the late and early hours of the night and morning. When the few clubs and bars in the area had closed and thus the potential for accidents rises. Slightly odd would be witnessing a little red and white ambulance creeping down streets as if following the sports car, an older model of the Lamborghini to the car buffs, with the fire departments search and rescue emblem upon the doors. To make one start questioning was the sight of the police car following the two rescue vehicles at a more sedate pace. Like an older brother forced to watch his younger siblings for the night by parents orders.
The small convoy silently moving from one used car dealership to the next, only pausing long enough for the sports car amongst them to swerve in and out of the parked cars in the lot; Only stopping every so often to glare headlights at full power at a specific car for a few moments before moving on, the ambulance sometimes joining in the search of the car lots while the police cruiser sat idly by until the two started moving on. Just about dawn the police cruiser finally seeming to have enough sped up beside the Lamborghini and nudged it a bit towards an intersection, before taking the lead instead.
The three pausing at a red light as the red and white Lamborghini seemed to sulk, frame lowering to almost hide its tires. Just as a bright, yet dirty, yellow camaro came roaring past them at almost a hundred miles an hour. Another police car soon tearing past after it, yet oddly without any lights or sirens going.
“I told you they weren’t just stories!”
The young, slightly high pitched for a male, voice shattered the shocked silence as the sports car bounced a few times and flashed headlights in a quick flicker of excitement. Even as the police car rocked a few times back and forth as if a car equivalent to shaking dust out of ones face. The ambulance just cautiously moved forward into the intersection to stare down the road the two speeding blurs had gone.
“I don’t think that was Streetwise chasing the yellow one.”
The soft voice emitting from the ambulance managing to snap the last bit of shock out of the police car’s system as it too joined the ambulance into staring down the road. As the clipped tones of an older male came from it. Though still not that much older then the two voices from the rescue vehicles.
“Nor, was there any human drivers in either vehicle at that.”
“Simmons is so not going to be happy about this.”
“First Aid, Simmons is never happy with us, but think, there are others of us out there we didn’t know about! Do you know what this means in keeping things in order? We have to redesign security systems and figure a way to find and track these unknowns down!?”
“Red Alert. Calm. Down.”
“But Prowl!”
“In any case you two should head back, or at least call the others to tell them about this.”
The rescue vehicles just stared at one another a moment before they both made a quiet ‘oh’ noise and moved out of the way. Just as the cop car flicked lights and siren on before, engine revving, he took off down the same street the other two had gone. The echo of tires squealing on pavement dying down just as the Lamborghini tilted its frame to look up at the ambulance before revving its own engine. A sigh from the ambulance was the only sound before both flicked lights and sirens on to follow after the older transformer. Even as the slight ringing of a communication cell started up inside the ambulance.
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Agent R. Simmons prided himself on being collected and in control no matter the situation. Traits coveted by his family since the founding of Sector Seven and the first finding and raising of the transformers. The human sized robots that had been found in various corners of the United States, then raised and molded by Sector Seven until they were deemed ready to serve their country. Especially when, by some unknown instinct, the robots had suddenly left only to return with newly gained height and the ability to look like any normal vehicle roaming the streets. The growth from no taller then seven feet amongst the group to anywhere from ten to sixteen feet had made it slighter harder to glare one down when they didn’t follow his rules and orders.
Luckily when they were using their human holos the Glare had all the potency once again as he didn’t need to crane his neck at a ninety degree angle or a ladder to lock eye to eye with them. As demonstrated once more as Groove started to shift in his seat under the Glare. Even if that damn easy going smile didn’t falter or the slouched position being used.
“They’re all chasing after unknowns that may or may not be hostile? Two of them being non-combatants at that.”
“Wild isn’t it? Seems Reddy’s weird rumor and story collecting paid off this time. There really was a driverless cop car and camaro running around that area.”
Simmons could only stare as Groove kept smiling and absently fiddled with the white sleeves of the unorthodox police uniform he wore. Only that one could pull off a skater look in a professional uniform of the law. His three favorites out of the gaggle had been corrupted. Well, okay Prowl had an obligation to follow after; being assigned to that area to begin with, First Aid was doomed to corruption considering who his brothers were, but Red Alert was normally so cautious and rule abiding.
No, wait; he knew what happened to Red Alert. He was the adopted little brother of Hot Spot and that gaggle of robots, which put him into contact with the fire engine that wandered around with Hot Spot. Inferno, they considered each other best friends and that one was just as impulsive and brash as Hot Spot could be on some things. That, and Blades was hot tempered as well and tended to hover like some sort of mother bird of prey around First Aid and Red Alert. He was going to have to somehow curb that amount of reckless influence somehow, maybe see if they could be assigned to help out Perceptor for a long stretch of time. Preferably when Wheeljack was out on some excursion, one of them blowing things up was enough, and Perceptor only had to be reminded that hacking into certain places was against regulations once in a while.
“Tell Streetwise to catch up with them, and no, Blades is not allowed to take preemptive measures if he’s nearby either. I’m going to find some others to get down there and help.”
The human holo in the chair across from him gave a lazy salute before flickering out like a bad TV reception. Leaving Simmons to gather the forms he would need to get a strike force up and zeroing in on the three already following the ‘ghost cars’ that had fascinated Red Alert for weeks now during his patrols of the area. Only to have to move to the side as the sound of two engines gunning into another gear echoed in the halls and the two youngest of the gaggle he had to oversee skidded around the corner and in front of him. Neither changing out of their car modes as they babbled over each other and the pinging of their engines cooling from their dash.
“Bluestreak, Moonracer, you both know you’re not supposed to go over the designated speed limits in this hallway; due to it being used mainly by humans.”
“But Simmons, it’s an emergency! You always said if it was an emergency we could break the speed limit and Wheeljack and Perceptor said we had to tell you this a.s.a.p. and even Mr. Banacheck said it was ok so it wasn’t really breaking the speed limit and no humans were in the way.”
Simmons just turned his gaze from the bluish gray dodge that was still babbling a bit, to the pale blue and white little Chevy that was bouncing back and forth on its tires.
“Someone tried to hack the Army and then Air Force One! And they keep talking about this giant helicopter from hell that went shooting things up in this army base in Qatar!”
“It’s true, Percy and ‘Jack are trying to find the one who did it, and Mr. Banacheck is going to D.C. because the survivors of the attack are being taken there so he’s got to get them and bring him here because Percy and ‘Jack think that helicopter and the scorpion thing with the helicopter might be like us, which means we’d have to find them and such. They did kill a lot of people which isn’t good at all and well that means you might have to send Hot Spot and Inferno after them because they’re the biggest out of us, since they think that Helicopter was pretty big.”
Somehow Simmons knew this would all involve the Ice Man, and that cube at Hoover Dam. His father always said those things should have been left where they were or else something would come and bite them in the ass.
Fandom: Transformers (07/09 movie)
Universe: Earthborn
Rating: K, T overall
Characters/Pairings: Red Alert, First Aid, Prowl, Groove, Agent R. Simmons, Bluestreak, Moonracer, Bumblebee, Barricade, mentions of Hot Spot, Wheeljack, Perceptor, Blades, Streetwise, Inferno, Blackout, Scorponok, Banacheck
Warnings:Robots! Finally, thus I shall now warn about them. Some of them are definitely not going to act like they did in the cartoon/comic, or they are going act like a combination of various versions of them. Why? Because this is a different universe being movie based, it's also an AU thus meaning they didn't go through the same things their other versions had, that, and all the earth based ones are still children/teenagers thus they're not going to be serious adults. Simmons I figured would fit the role I put him in considering these aren't NBEs he's dealing with (That's later on) and I found it adorable in a way.
Summary: Giant transforming robots, meet giant transforming alien robots.
=============================
It wasn’t odd to witness an ambulance roaming the streets of Tranquility in the late and early hours of the night and morning. When the few clubs and bars in the area had closed and thus the potential for accidents rises. Slightly odd would be witnessing a little red and white ambulance creeping down streets as if following the sports car, an older model of the Lamborghini to the car buffs, with the fire departments search and rescue emblem upon the doors. To make one start questioning was the sight of the police car following the two rescue vehicles at a more sedate pace. Like an older brother forced to watch his younger siblings for the night by parents orders.
The small convoy silently moving from one used car dealership to the next, only pausing long enough for the sports car amongst them to swerve in and out of the parked cars in the lot; Only stopping every so often to glare headlights at full power at a specific car for a few moments before moving on, the ambulance sometimes joining in the search of the car lots while the police cruiser sat idly by until the two started moving on. Just about dawn the police cruiser finally seeming to have enough sped up beside the Lamborghini and nudged it a bit towards an intersection, before taking the lead instead.
The three pausing at a red light as the red and white Lamborghini seemed to sulk, frame lowering to almost hide its tires. Just as a bright, yet dirty, yellow camaro came roaring past them at almost a hundred miles an hour. Another police car soon tearing past after it, yet oddly without any lights or sirens going.
“I told you they weren’t just stories!”
The young, slightly high pitched for a male, voice shattered the shocked silence as the sports car bounced a few times and flashed headlights in a quick flicker of excitement. Even as the police car rocked a few times back and forth as if a car equivalent to shaking dust out of ones face. The ambulance just cautiously moved forward into the intersection to stare down the road the two speeding blurs had gone.
“I don’t think that was Streetwise chasing the yellow one.”
The soft voice emitting from the ambulance managing to snap the last bit of shock out of the police car’s system as it too joined the ambulance into staring down the road. As the clipped tones of an older male came from it. Though still not that much older then the two voices from the rescue vehicles.
“Nor, was there any human drivers in either vehicle at that.”
“Simmons is so not going to be happy about this.”
“First Aid, Simmons is never happy with us, but think, there are others of us out there we didn’t know about! Do you know what this means in keeping things in order? We have to redesign security systems and figure a way to find and track these unknowns down!?”
“Red Alert. Calm. Down.”
“But Prowl!”
“In any case you two should head back, or at least call the others to tell them about this.”
The rescue vehicles just stared at one another a moment before they both made a quiet ‘oh’ noise and moved out of the way. Just as the cop car flicked lights and siren on before, engine revving, he took off down the same street the other two had gone. The echo of tires squealing on pavement dying down just as the Lamborghini tilted its frame to look up at the ambulance before revving its own engine. A sigh from the ambulance was the only sound before both flicked lights and sirens on to follow after the older transformer. Even as the slight ringing of a communication cell started up inside the ambulance.
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Agent R. Simmons prided himself on being collected and in control no matter the situation. Traits coveted by his family since the founding of Sector Seven and the first finding and raising of the transformers. The human sized robots that had been found in various corners of the United States, then raised and molded by Sector Seven until they were deemed ready to serve their country. Especially when, by some unknown instinct, the robots had suddenly left only to return with newly gained height and the ability to look like any normal vehicle roaming the streets. The growth from no taller then seven feet amongst the group to anywhere from ten to sixteen feet had made it slighter harder to glare one down when they didn’t follow his rules and orders.
Luckily when they were using their human holos the Glare had all the potency once again as he didn’t need to crane his neck at a ninety degree angle or a ladder to lock eye to eye with them. As demonstrated once more as Groove started to shift in his seat under the Glare. Even if that damn easy going smile didn’t falter or the slouched position being used.
“They’re all chasing after unknowns that may or may not be hostile? Two of them being non-combatants at that.”
“Wild isn’t it? Seems Reddy’s weird rumor and story collecting paid off this time. There really was a driverless cop car and camaro running around that area.”
Simmons could only stare as Groove kept smiling and absently fiddled with the white sleeves of the unorthodox police uniform he wore. Only that one could pull off a skater look in a professional uniform of the law. His three favorites out of the gaggle had been corrupted. Well, okay Prowl had an obligation to follow after; being assigned to that area to begin with, First Aid was doomed to corruption considering who his brothers were, but Red Alert was normally so cautious and rule abiding.
No, wait; he knew what happened to Red Alert. He was the adopted little brother of Hot Spot and that gaggle of robots, which put him into contact with the fire engine that wandered around with Hot Spot. Inferno, they considered each other best friends and that one was just as impulsive and brash as Hot Spot could be on some things. That, and Blades was hot tempered as well and tended to hover like some sort of mother bird of prey around First Aid and Red Alert. He was going to have to somehow curb that amount of reckless influence somehow, maybe see if they could be assigned to help out Perceptor for a long stretch of time. Preferably when Wheeljack was out on some excursion, one of them blowing things up was enough, and Perceptor only had to be reminded that hacking into certain places was against regulations once in a while.
“Tell Streetwise to catch up with them, and no, Blades is not allowed to take preemptive measures if he’s nearby either. I’m going to find some others to get down there and help.”
The human holo in the chair across from him gave a lazy salute before flickering out like a bad TV reception. Leaving Simmons to gather the forms he would need to get a strike force up and zeroing in on the three already following the ‘ghost cars’ that had fascinated Red Alert for weeks now during his patrols of the area. Only to have to move to the side as the sound of two engines gunning into another gear echoed in the halls and the two youngest of the gaggle he had to oversee skidded around the corner and in front of him. Neither changing out of their car modes as they babbled over each other and the pinging of their engines cooling from their dash.
“Bluestreak, Moonracer, you both know you’re not supposed to go over the designated speed limits in this hallway; due to it being used mainly by humans.”
“But Simmons, it’s an emergency! You always said if it was an emergency we could break the speed limit and Wheeljack and Perceptor said we had to tell you this a.s.a.p. and even Mr. Banacheck said it was ok so it wasn’t really breaking the speed limit and no humans were in the way.”
Simmons just turned his gaze from the bluish gray dodge that was still babbling a bit, to the pale blue and white little Chevy that was bouncing back and forth on its tires.
“Someone tried to hack the Army and then Air Force One! And they keep talking about this giant helicopter from hell that went shooting things up in this army base in Qatar!”
“It’s true, Percy and ‘Jack are trying to find the one who did it, and Mr. Banacheck is going to D.C. because the survivors of the attack are being taken there so he’s got to get them and bring him here because Percy and ‘Jack think that helicopter and the scorpion thing with the helicopter might be like us, which means we’d have to find them and such. They did kill a lot of people which isn’t good at all and well that means you might have to send Hot Spot and Inferno after them because they’re the biggest out of us, since they think that Helicopter was pretty big.”
Somehow Simmons knew this would all involve the Ice Man, and that cube at Hoover Dam. His father always said those things should have been left where they were or else something would come and bite them in the ass.