Note: the autobots won't appear until chapter 3. I want feedback, and tell me what I need to do to make sure that the main human companion isn't a Marty Stu. Chapter 1: Kids With Guns The plane was a small one, but comfy. He had to hand it to his allies; they knew how to keep comfort up. Looking at the other passengers and staff, he smiled. They didn’t know where the flight was going, that he was to speak to an important criminal gang, but they were enjoying the flight too. They were over Japan, and near their destination. He relaxed and prepared to take a nap, happy to be of use and well-known, even if it was in certain circles and not publicly. Just as he was about to fall asleep, anti-aircraft fire hit the plane. This confused him greatly. Looking out of a window he saw that it was coming from various caves. Everyone else was panicking. He simply got out his luggage. Then one of the wings got hit. He decided that some snark was in order. “Anti-Aircraft fire? This is sooo not cool!” One of the stewardesses glared at him. He shrugged. The next shot hit the fuselage, and blew open a large hole. Several of the other passengers were sucked out, but his rather heavy luggage kept him in place. Walking over to the parachutes, he began to put one on. The plane got hit again, causing him to lose his footing. Grabbing his armory box (seeing as if the plane was going down, clothes weren’t really a priority), he prepared to leap out of the plane. Seeing nothing but mountains (and a snowstorm), he sighed. This was gonna be rough. He jumped. “Onward, my friends, to Mayhem!” Was the last thing he said (in a sarcastic voice) before pulling to chute and falling into the snowstorm. Tuxedos weren’t that good for cold protection, and the winds buffeted him something fierce. A few shots rang out, and one hit his parachute. “Oh bugger, this was going to be such a nice weekend too.” ~~~ Upon waking he saw that he was snagged on a spire. It was part of a nice-looking building, though the building had some damage done to it. He looked down, and saw his armory box. He could make the drop no problem. Unhooking the parachute and falling, he scooped it up. Taking out his pistol and FAL, he got exploring. Upon entering the spire building, he found that it was almost a ceremonial place. Feeling guilty, he tried to sneak out as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the mystic feel. Making it to a corridor, he saw a few guards approaching. Ducking into a niche, they walked past, oblivious. “The conquest of the village goes well, and now all we have to do is begin processing of the villagers.” This piqued his interest. He wasn’t one for conquest, so he figured he’d shadow these goons. They had on light body armor, and he swore one was an elf. “Excellent. I can’t wait to have my pick of the women.” They laughed, and his gut ran cold. He decided to take matters into his own hands. Sneaking up behind one, he pistol whipped him and jumped back. As they spun around to face him, he holstered his pistol (his right pocket was modified to be a holster) and got his FAL. Glancing into the scope, he quick-fired, taking out one goon (guard [asshole]) with several bullets to the chest and neck. The elf fell, and he moved to whack the other guy, who had gotten close to him. One quick rifle butt to the face later, and the other goon (guard [asshole]) was on the floor. He shot him, not giving mercy to the idiots. He went back to get the rest of his weapons, checking his gauntleted arm (it held an Omni-tool, a power fist and could make a hard light melee weapon in a pinch) to see if his subspace pocket was empty. It mostly was, it held his special glasses (translated languages written down, and also provided a HUD when fighting) and his walking stick/blades. He came back into that ceremonial room, and took a pause to ask for forgiveness. He might not be a religious man (no religion appealed to him at this moment in time) but he still respected other’s religions. Quickly making his way to his ‘armory box’, he got out his essential weapons. Pistol and FAL accounted for; he grabbed his Mossberg 500, RPG-7, and M32 Grenade Launcher (people asked why he had two anti-armor/high explosive weapons sometimes. He just pointed out that sometimes one need a straight shot, other times ricochets) and subspaced all of them. His pocket was nowhere near being filled however. He grabbed the heavy box and got moving. Back through the ceremonial room (he had tears in his eyes, as he knew he was defiling the room, and this place filled him with awe in its beauty), and out into that hallway. He found stairs, and made it to some streets. He saw a house with an open door, and went into it to place his box. Along the way, he saw a snowmobile. Looked to be an Osutzu Yuki, but at the same time looked a bit off. He paid it no heed. ~~~ Once in the house, he quickly put his box in a safe and hidden (so he hoped, if not the protective measures would keep it safe) place, he sat down in a chair and opened his comm. channel. “Arcee come in, this is Benjamin.” He waited for a bit, and then got a response. “Benjamin this is Arcee, what’s your situation? Our locator says you’re in some mountains in Japan. You should be in China.” He gave some thought for how to respond for a moment. “Plane got shot down. Don’t know if anyone else survived, but I did. This place is crawling with mercs. Said something about processing the villagers; one stated that he would take a wife/slave from his pick. Recommend that you gather your team and get to the moonbase. I may need your help.” He waited for her to process this information. When she had, she gave a terse reply. “This must be serious if you want all eight of us. I’ll make the call, but I want updates every chance you get. Arcee out.” He nodded, even if she couldn’t see it. The chick knew her tactics, so he knew that sitreps were a must if he wanted their help. He went upstairs to get a better look around. Being a two-story house, there wasn’t actually that much of a vantage point. He got onto a balcony, and saw a ladder leading to the roof. Upon getting to the roof, he looked for a way to get a higher viewpoint. No ladders, he noticed. But he did see other ways of climbing up. Using ledges, pipes, balconies and windowsills he made it to a roof about seven stories higher. Exhausted, he walked to an air conditioning unit. Leaning against it, he caught his breath. A zipline (or perhaps a power line, he wasn’t sure) was strung from a window nearby to an open window across the street. The lights were on there, so he took a look from the scope of his FAL. What he saw wasn’t pretty. ~~~ The women were all lined up in the middle of the floor, with one guard per woman, and each had either a rifle or a pistol aimed at them. They were clearly prisoners, but each guard had a lecherous grin on his face. Benjamin’s stomached got nauseous at the sight. He knew what he had to do. Taking aim with his FAL, he shot at one of the guards and was rewarded with a gush of red and his head exploded. He watched them panic, unaware that they had been seen. They regrouped around their prisoners. He took aim again, and shot another one. This time the three-round burst hit him in the neck, then the jaw, and then his skull. Ben smiled grimly, but sighed once he saw them shouting at him (well, more of just shouting, but still it was meant to be shouted at him). “Sniper one more of us and we’ll kill of them!” They were unnerved, but he deemed their threat not worth checking to see if it was a bluff. He found a way down into the floor beneath him (out of their sight) and went to the zipline. He looked at the guards from the window. Of the ten that were there, now there were eight. All looked frightened, as did the prisoners. For the briefest moment, he thought he saw a mother-daughter duo. He shook the thought. Making sure his pistol was secure; he put his rifle on the zipline and jumped. He was ready. They would fall. Time to fight, he though, Like a Boss. ~~~ The guards, though nervous, were relieved that the sniper had left. Now, one was flirting with his prisoner, to her disgust. The others were watching. They still smiled, as it was always good to see a woman put in her place. That happiness was soon crushed. With the sound of something sliding, the guard closest to the window had his jaw smashed by the sniper, who had ziplined in. The guard never had a chance, as the sniper had put his all into that landing. Using him to soak up his momentum, Benjamin crushed his ribcage, and then broke his skull with his rifle. Still moving, he whacked the next guard, and used his FAL’s stock to rope the guard neck and snap it. By now, he had lost the element of surprise. The other guards took aim. He whipped out his pistol and shot at them, holding the FAL with his other hand, his primary hand. Two fell, and that left four to deal with. One was still ‘flirting’, so he was marked for a brutal death. Two were holding hostages, and one was preparing to fire at him. Dropping to the floor, he shot at the guard who had missed his shot, and got him in the knee. He got up and lunged, punching said guard in the face. Whipping his pistol around, he whacked the guard, and flipped the pistol so he could shoot. Now that the guard was in pain and limping, he crouched, grabbed his good knee, and wrenched it to the side. The guard fell, and he shot him in the heart, leaving him for dead. Three left. Two with Hostages next, he decided. Moving forward, he saw them prepare to use human shields. He slid around, getting one from behind. Grabbing his head, he lifted and shook form side-to-side. The guard felt something in him snap, and then blacked out. He fell to the floor, dead. The other hostage taker looked fearful. These mercs must have been the dregs, because they weren’t putting up a good fight. The last guard flung his hostage at him, and Ben sidestepped. A quick burst and the last focused guard was dead. Benjamin turned, and tapped the distracted one on the shoulder. “Attempting to flirt with a lady that way will get you nowhere.” He said calmly, and then punched the guard with all his might. He stumbled, and then held out his rifle, clearly more focused than the others, and silently daring him to attack. He did. The last guard was dead, and he had ten hostages saved. One looked at him fearfully. “Who are you?” She said. He shrugged. “I’m the wrong guy in the right place. I’m here to help, and crazy as it seems, I wasn’t meant to be here. Fate’s funny like dat.” They stared at him, and he smiled. “Let’s get you lot to safety.” Author's notes; Ben speaks multiple accents depending on line. Also, assume he talks English then Japanese (and if that confuses you; nanobots). Last line would sound like DOTM Roadbuster. Yes, there is a REASON he has a subspace pocket. It has to do with some of the earth-bound autobots.