Transformers Meta Table of Content: Page 1: Autobot vehicle modes Page 3: Decepticon vehicle modes Page 21: Character heights Pages 1-2: Episode 1: Planetfall Pages 3-4: Episode 2: Conflicts Pages 5-7: Episode 3: Medical Memoirs Pages 7-10: Episode 4: Cloak and Stinger Pages 10-12: Episode 5: Star’s Screams Pages 12-14: Episode 6: Bee Free or Bee Gone Pages 14-16: Episode 7: Back to the Grind Pages 16-18: Episode 8: Hounded Pages 18-19: Episode 9: Cave-In Pages 20-21: Episode 10: Whispers Pages 21-22: Episode 11: Heavy Landing Pages 23-??: Episode 12: Bad Decisions Episode 1: Planetfall Synopsis: The Autobot crew of the Zeta-1, led by Lieutenant Jazz, lands upon a new planet in search of energy, but they are not the only force to have made planetfall. "Your mission is clear. You know what to do. Do not fail." Three small sentences. He's been replaying them on a holographic screen, again and again, unmoving and staring with frightening intensity at the message, simply watching the words run across a digital image as the garbled recording of Zeta Prime whispers them aloud, the only sound in the silent control room. He's been doing this for a while now, long after the others have retreated to their quarters, long after they emerged from warpspace outside the particular star system. He's heard the sounds, read the words enough times that he could recount them flawlessly even in stasis lock. Yet still he repeats them. Again and again, as if there's something in those words he hasn't discovered yet, despite the fact he knows all too well of their context. Autobot Lieutenant Jazz, second to Optimus Prime himself, has always been described as a fairly whimsical individual. One moment he could be the happiest mech in a galaxy, the next deeply sombre and contemplative. Procologists that have observed him theorise that a form of trauma has led him to rather odd shifts in mood, and to be honest, he wouldn't disagree with that theory. But for the most part, he remains cool and collected for his fellow Autobot's sake. No use demoralising bots with the notion that the infamous Lieutenant may be procologically unsound- "Again with the Prime's message? Haven't you listened to that around a hundred times?" Huh, he didn't hear the door slide open, nor the now obvious footfalls of a larger Autobot. Jazz does not turn to look at Wheeljack, but he at least answers: "Well, you know, it gives me something to think about." The inventor moves over to the command seat, spinning his wheels slightly in annoyance as he puts his hands on his sides and stares down at Jazz with the grim air of a parent who must deliver an ultimatum to their child: "It's not exactly productive, you know, just watching this thing again and again." "Maybe." Wheeljack rolls his optics at the lazy reply and taps a button on the console. The message vanishes, and the holographic generator instead depicts a green map of the star system they were in, a basic yellow star surrounded by eight definite planets, plenty of moons and a whole load of asteroids. Jazz turned his head to glare at the other Autobot under the black visor, but Wheeljack simply ignored him, as the map promptly focused on the target planet, the third in line from the star, highlighting it with a yellow glow "Scans have confirmed the planet has an intelligent species." He informed the Lieutenant, adopting the role normally taken by Hound. "The ship's tapped into their satellites, downloading information from a global network they call the Internet. The intelligent species call themselves humanity, or humans for short. A bit crude, still figuring out the basics of space travel and what-not, but they do have a impressive talent for imagination." Anyone could predict that the inventor would value a species ability to imagine above other factors, and Jazz smiled to himself as leaned forward, observing the image of the yellow image, asking the foremost questions on his processor: "What's their music like, 'Jack? Is it full of life, sad to hear, just plain scrap? Do they have appropriate disguises for us? Are there other lifeforms on Humanitron, non-intelligent?" "Earth. The planet's called Earth." Wheeljack corrected. "If you were linked into the ship's download, you'd know that." Jazz turns to glare at him again, and again Wheeljack ignores it as he answers the commander's questions: "The ship hasn't got any music yet, just going through the basics. And yeah, they have vehicles, plenty for us to pick from. And oh yes, there's other lifeforms too. Millions of them, in fact. Mammals, birds, reptiles, insects, plants, fungi, bacteria, you name it." He revved slightly in reminiscence: "This sphere would have been great for the Cybertronian Biological Institute. Remember Riva Li?" "I remember." Who couldn't remember Riva Li? It was a planet whose surface was covered with a ratio of 95% liquid and 5% landmass, small islands dotted around the eternal ocean. It had once been the pinnacle of Cybertronian Biology, with an astounding variety of liquid-bound organic life to study. So many creatures under the surface, ranging from huge sinuous Liqui Trawls, to the slimy Snagras that hid under the rocks, waiting for prey to swim by. So much life, so much discovery. At least the War had so far spared it; if there was one thing Autobot and Decepticon could agree on, it was to preserve that beautiful liquid planet. Jazz idly recalled one of Riva Li's scientists- Snapshot, was it?- who had adopted an alt-mode based on one of the species. Always a funny one, that Snapshot. The door slid open then, and Hound, the personal lieutenant to Jazz himself for this mission, stepped through. Slightly taller than Wheeljack, and a handsome gold in colour, he took note of the holographic Earth and instantly and gleefully interjected himself into the conversation: "Lovely little sphere, isn't it? The only one in their star system with diverse multi-cellular life." "Cellular, cellular." Wheeljack stated, bemused by such a thing. "I'm going through the downloaded info on human records of Earth biology. Did you know cells have these things in them called organelles? Like smaller versions of the organs that cells themselves constitute?" "Absolutely fascinating." Hound replied enthusiastically. "The use of adenosine triphospate as their main energy source, for example. Hardly as efficient as Energon, but it is a very imaginitive substitute." Jazz could tell the two were about to settle into a science pontification session, so he sat back in his seat, grinned and idly examined the map of the system, the ship's scanners scouting out for each and every object, radiation and anomaly in the area. "I thought glucose was their energy source." "Glucose is what they use to form ATP, in a process called glycolysis, the first stage of aerobic respiration." Hound corrected. "It is merely a container of the true energy their bodies require." "What about oxygen, where does that come in?" "Oxidative phosphorylation, used as a final electron acceptor." "Ah, cool. Hey, humans love the word cool. Did you know they love the word cool? They seem to use it to describe everything!" "True, some words they value more than-" Snap The sharp snap of metal upon metal. Wheeljack and Hound halted their conversation and turned as one to Jazz, who had indeed snapped his fingers together to earn their attention. And, noting the new highlight upon the holographic display, they saw why; "Scans caught the exhaust trail." Jazz said coldly, gaze locked intensely on the bright red flickers that signified said trail. "The Decepticon ship was here. And it seems to me they're heading straight for Earth. We can't track their exhaust through that thing around the planet-" "The atmosphere." "Right. We can't track their exhaust through the atmosphere. But they're definitely settling down there." "What are your orders then?" Hound asked. Jazz stood up, turned to face him, black visor reflecting the other Autobot's blue optics, and smiled. It wasn't a reassuring smile, no, it was a smile that signalled a battle to be joined: "Prep the troops. We make planetfall within the megacycle." --- The sizzling of heated metal echoed through the med-bay, sparks and smoke emitting from the target of the searing blue fire of the welding barrel. Were he capable of sweating, Evac would definitely be doing so right now, even with the thick armour that composed his frame. Always keep your neurals, that's what every medic said. Never let your neurals get the best of you. Remember the medical creed: To heal is to strengthen, to falter is to weaken. The creed comforted him, and thus he moved with a tad more confidence now, dragging the tip of the flame along the sizzling metal of armour, sealing the gash along the side of the silver construct. He was certainly doing better then the last time, at least, and so far his mentor had not deigned to stop and chatisize him for mistakes. All was good- "Enough." And all was better! Revving in relief, he cut off the flow of fire and withdrew, allowing the more experienced medic to appraise his work. Ratchet scanned the solder with every wavelength and spectral detector his optics could offer, and was pleased to find that the gash had been neatly welded. His apprentice was coming on wonderfully. "Excellent work, Evac." He declared proudly, turning to the much larger yet much younger Autobot. "Your precision and timing has vastly improved. Why, if this were an actual patient, you would have easily prevented significant Energon loss." Were he built with a mouth, Evac would have smiled widely, but he settled for brightening his green optics instead and spinning his wheels. Indeed, now that he wasn't caught in the pressure of performing, the solder did look good on the dummy-drone they were using for practice. Of course, welding a gash on an actual bleeding, hurting Cybertronian was a different matter, he supposed, but at least he knew the schematics, so to speak. Just as he was about to thank his mentor for the support, the ship's com buzzed, and Hound's voice echoed: "All Autobots, report to the control room immediately for debriefing. Target planet identified, and planetfall will be made within the megacycle." Ratchet seemed a tad annoyed, and perhaps even saddened by the news, but Evac did not notice the smaller medic's change, instead gleefully stating: "Oh wow, planetfall in the megacycle! A whole new planet! I'm so excited!" With a quick glance at his mentor for confirmation that he could go, practically vibrating with eagerness, he rushed out of the med-bay much faster than his huge size would suggest. Ratchet hesitated, turning to the dummy-drone to gaze at the blank area where a face should be, and murmured to himself: "At least someone is." With that said, he revved softly and moved to follow his protege. --- "I don't think that black holes offline you. I think they're actually portals to another dimension, where everything is black, and the only non-black things are the stuff it's sucked up." Normally, Grimlock would be interested in what the smaller Autobot would happily chatter about, content to lie down, allow his friend to curl up beside him and just natter away, natter away at the grim rage burning slowly within him, but this particular subject grated at his neural net. The very concept that a gravitational conflux being regarded as a harmless portal irked him profusely. "Black holes aren't portals." He grunted, flicking his tail slightly. "They are collapsed stars, exerting crushing gravity that even light cannot escape. They certainly do offline you." "That's what they want you to think." Bumblebee replied cheerfully, hardly deterred by his comrade's dismissal. "But they don't want you to find out the truth! The truth of the blackholeverse!" He rolled his red optics and blew a bit of flame out of his mouth, but the previous feeling of being irked soothed at the amusing conspiracy. Only Bumblebee could turn his statement into a bizarre theory so well like that. Though to be fair, Bumblebee was the only one with enough gaskets to try and argue with the berserker; not many other Autobots, if any at all, would dare challenge Grimlock, either in combat or in debate. The rookie was up and about now, wheeling around Grimlock's quarters in circles as he pretended to be sucked into a black hole, his wheeled feet making buzzy little clicks as he went, Grimlock turning his head to watch him, eternally bemused by the younger bot's everlasting enthusiasm. Of course, he hadn't seen nearly enough of the War to scar him as it had so many other rookies. As it had scarred Grimlock himself. He blew out another bit of flame, shuddering slightly as anger hissed within him. Suddenly, the ship's com crackled to life, and Hound's voice caused Bumblebee to instantly halt as he stated: "All Autobots, report to the control room immediately for debriefing. Target planet identified, and planetfall will be made within the megacycle." With a rev of annoyance, Grimlock hauled himself to his feet as Bumblebee instantly began ranting about how excited he was, that they'd found a planet, that they were going to land on it, oh, what lifeforms were there, did it have cool stuff, was there liquids, was there this, was there that? Quite honestly, Grimlock did not care for what the planet had, unless there were a few Decepticons there for him to rip apart. Such a thought would make him smile, if his bestial jaws could manage it. --- When Ratchet finally arrived, the last to enter, Jazz, standing before the Zeta-1's crew with his arms behind his back, glanced from left to right, acknowleding everyone's presence, before he began: "Autobots, as you know, we're currently on our way to one of the planets in this star system, designated the Solar System. The target planet is called Earth, the only one in this system baring intelligent life, an organic species called humans." Bumblebee and Evac exchanged an awestruck glance, Ratchet tilted his head in curiosity and Grimlock simply remained stoic, though his tail flexed this way and that out of the aggravation boiling underneath. "They're not particularly advanced, but they have enough of a presence on Earth that we will need to adopt local camouflage upon planetfall." Jazz explained. "Specifically, the vehicles that humans use for transport." Ratchet raised his hand, and Jazz promptly stopped and tilted his head to him, granting him permission to speak. "Regarding our mission, do you believe the human species could potentially aid us?" Jazz considered this: "Possibly. But they're a young species, paranoid, still working on their own problems and flaws; I doubt they will welcome us with open arms. On the bright side, they do have many imaginitive ways of getting energy, so we could well copy some of their designs." Evac was the one to raise his hand now: "What kind of energy? Do they make Energon too?" "No." A moments pause, considering, before he continued: "They use electricity." Only Bumblebee did not tense at the mention of the word, and Ratchet reacted rather strongly indeed, revving in shock at this revelation. "Nevertheless, it's where we need to go. The Decepticon ship has made planetfall there. So, I'm going to need all of you to go and make sure your weapon chips, alternator circuits, all that jazz, are working smoothly, okay? We've got half a megacycle 'til planetfall, so make sure you're prepared. Autobots, dismissed." Ratchet was the first to leave, no doubt anticipating the others to come to the med-bay for a check-up, and he was indeed correct, with his protege as well as Hound, Wheeljack and Bumblebee darting after him. Grimlock, however, remained behind, and as Jazz moved back to his seat, strode over to the holographic display, appraising the highlighted planet Earth. Of course, Jazz did not buy this facade for a moment. All the reports from other commanders, all the statements from the troops, as well as his own personal experience, had taught him what to expect from this particular Autobot, and he could easily predict what the bestial warrior had in mind. And indeed, it came. Turning his head to the contemplative Lieutenant, Grimlock snorted: "Do you honestly concern yourself with the feelings of the natives? If there is potential energy to be harvested, we should not hesitate." Jazz slowly turned his head to look at him. "Our mission-" The berserker reminded him. "-is to obtain energy to fuel the Autobot war effort. Decepticons would not hesitate to extract any and all energies from this planet. Neither would Grimlock, and neither should you. If you cannot make the hard decisions, you do not deserve your title." "Tell me, Grimlock." He replied, voice cold and fingers scraping against each other. "Would Bumblebee take a planet's sustenance by force?" Crimson optics narrowed in anger, and he gave a low growl, flexing the small arms and the spiked tail. Jazz hissed in response, a metallic sizzling sound that chilled to the spark. They faced off for a moment, and Jazz briefly wondered if he would honestly have to fight Grimlock right here and now. One part of his processor was nervous, even frightened, whilst the other part was eager to remind the aggravating beast who was boss around here. But then the berserker shook his head and huffed out a breath of flame, restraining his infamous temper with great effort, before stalking off out of the room, leaving his frustrated growls behind. Jazz revved, both in relief and in his own frustration. Using Grimlock's friendship with Bumblebee against him like that was a sucker punch, true, but he honestly was not in the mood for his usual scrap. Of course Grimlock would be as challenging as ever in regards to leadership positions, always taking the more brutal route in a plan, and quite honestly, Jazz was viral of it. What Autobot could honestly say, to his face, that they'd rather take the Decepticon route of simply forcing a planet to give into their demands? It was vulgar and cruel, and Jazz did not like it one bit. He shook his head in annoyance, deciding it would be better to ignore that brief conflict for now, considering that, knowing Grimlock, he would have to deal with another confrontation pretty soon. With that, he tapped a button on the console, and the image of Earth was replaced by three short sentences, as Zeta Prime's voice sounded: "Your mission is clear. You know what to do. Do not fail."