"But what's the deal with the two students merging into a ancient cybertronian?" Silverbolt asked.

"And what does that have to do with the Ores?" Moonheart added.

"There's something I'm missing." both said at the same time.

"My name's Silverbolt." he extended his hand.

"Moonheart, are you free later today?" she shook it.

 

Ravager glared at Ramjet, but didn't say a word.

Amp counted his fingers.
"It all depends on the Convoy in power, but I'd say about 1500 Stellar Cycles on average..."
He shook his head.
"Well, whatever the case, I have something that can shed light on this."
He pulled out the little data slug that was from the room below the school.
"Remember that Data pad I found down there Silverbolt? Well there were more entries than one that I downloaded."
He plugged in the Data Slug into the holo-console that was located in the center of the office.
It soon pulled up schematics, journal entries, and old sketches.
Amp sighed.
"Whatever those old scientists did before the school was founded wasn't pretty. They were part of some religious sect that believed that Arch Convoy left because he was in search of what was called the "Desolation Ores". They believed that the 6 ores were split into 6 artifacts, and those artifacts are guarded by powerful beings. They tried perfecting cybertronians who could take on those beings... whatever the hell that meant."
He scrolled to another document.
"This one states they've found a Cybertronian hatchling with the natural ability to control Lightning and other Natural Storm phenomena. They nicknamed him "Ravager."
He scrolled on.
"This journal entry states that they've found what's called the Talisman, and they were currently trying to infuse it into the...."
Amp revolted as he read the last line.
"Ugh, that's just Sick!"
Ravager just stood, silent.
"My... origin?"
Ravager tapped on a picture, and it pulled up a schematic for what appeared to be a splitting of one Cybertronian, and two Cryopods.
Amp stood back up.
"That's not getting outta my head anytime soon..."
He looked at the schematic Ravager pulled up.
"Oh yeah, that too. Apparently in Entry 36 or 37 the Scientists became too afraid of the power they had just harnessed, and so they split their experiment in two..."

 

"Alright..it seems that I'm not needed here anymore..okay then, since for the duration of this Festival I don't need to study and stuff, I think that I'll just go." Ramjet thought to himself, then he looked at Moonheart first and Silverbolt, feeling disappointed by this "adventure", and without a word he walked away from the headmaster's cabinet and headed for the main exit, being sure that he haven't forgot anything important.

 

"Ramjet where are you going?" Moonheart asked "I just noticed an old colleague of mine, Silverbolt. He is a teacher from the Aerosis academy. We have a mystery to uncover here and you're just walking out?"

Silverbolt moved his optics from Amp, to Ravager and then to Fortress Maximus.
"So we're dealing with ancient artifacts, insane scientific experiments and this big fellow here, who's the product of all this crazy, and unbelievable may I add, story. Max, if this is true and all of this has happened beneath our feet, who knows who else may know about this, let alone wanting to take it."

 

"That makes it... at least 7500 Stellar Cycles," Max replied, "I feel I must apologize to you, Ravager. You have a lot to catch up on."

"Indeed. We must take precautions to make sure none of this has dire circumstances."

 

Twelve minutes later Ramjet walked out the complex and headed towards the dorm, trying his best to attach the facemask to his face, until he found the building. After entering it, the conehead ran up the staircase, thinking of grabbing his Jetman armor and going on the walk, when a bot stood on his way, hiding his hands behind his back.
"Are you going anywhere, Jetboy? Cause I doubt that you came here just to rest for a while.."
Seeing the bot's red optics and golden sheen on his face, Ramjet sighed, before replying to him. "Well, I came here to get my armor and go for a "walk"..but after seeing you here I highly doubt that you're here just to talk with me or something. So what do you want, bud?" Hearing him asking a question, Offroad moved closer, looking him right in the optics, as he extended the claws on his fingers.
"Because bots like you make me sick, and I want to finish, what I've started there, "pal". Are you ready to meet your maker, Jettoman?" after saying this, the Pretender made a battle stance and threw a smug look at Ramjet. "Oh, and don't worry about these kids, I'm sure that they'll be safe under my protection.."

 

The strike to the pace sent Leobreaker crashing to the ground, as Hosehead fired a second, more consistent blast.

"Gatey!" he yelled as he held up the stream. "Freeze it!"

 

"Alright, here I come!" Tailgate shouted back to Hosehead, as she shot an Ice Lance at the stream, freezing it right when the water hit Rook, covering his body with a thick layer of ice..

 

Hosehead grabbed Tailgate's arm.

"Ready for a team-up finishing move?" Hosehead smiled.

 

"Ready when you are..besides, it'll be the second time when I froze someone with my powers - a great chance to learn how to make ice sculptures!" Tailgate grabbed him by the hand and pointed her finger at nearly frozen Rook.

 

"Jump when I say" says Hosehead, as a vortex of water surrounds them. "And freeze the typhoon when we do!"

 

"Just shoot it already, Hosey! It's a water typhoon, not a firestorm!"

 

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Moonheart turned to Fortress Maximus.
"What will we do? What now? You know that these two are dangerous."

"She is right Max, we should do something. And do we have anyone watching for... you know, Decepticons?" Silverbolt asked.

((@Dropkick @Stonecrusher @Artork312 and everyone else))

 

"I'm just trying to be awesome!" he smirked. "NOW JUMP!!!!"

Hosehead performed a hop.

It was at this point there was a knock at the door. Rollout poked his head in.

"Sorry, Fort Max, are you busy?" he asked.

 

Ramjet looked back at Offroad and replied, trying to think off a battle strategy or something close to it. "I'll not allow that to happen, be it you or anyone else! Enough talk - let's fight!" saying this, the conehead dashed forward to punch his classmate, who immediately stepped aside, forcing Ramjet to hit the wall with his fist! And as he turned around, a clawed fist hit him in the face, smashing the makeshift facemask and revealing the severely damaged face behind.
"Did anyone told you before that you're ugly without that helmet of yours? If not, then allow me to fix that issue.." Offroad then smugly smirked, as he unleashed a barrage of punches at his "old friend", yelling the following words with each punch. "Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda!!!" and when he stopped, Ramjet was hammered into the wall, looking more dead than alive, but even this didn't stopped him from jumping out of it and kicking Pretender in the gut, which greatly angering him, Offroad!
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Saying no words, Tailgate followed suit and jumped, charging her freeze buster and waiting for Hosehead's typhoon thing..and when she noticed that the vortex of water was already formed, Gatey fired a blast of ice into it.
"Ready to put some ice on him?"

 

"You know it!" he said. "SPECIAL TECHNIQUE! FREEZE DRILLER!"

Hosehead leapt at Rook, the icy vortex flying at Rook as he did so.

 

Rook tried to say something, but he was hit by the icy vortex, pushing him back into the wall and freezing his body...congrats, kids, you've turned your teacher into an ice statue!

[Talent: Tri-Thunder. Rook: A Combatron Invasion veteran, widowed, being frozen solid by the ice vortex.Status: Retired]
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"Hosey, we did it! Your plan worked and we won!" Tailgate shouted and then she started falling down..

 

Hosehead grabbed her to pick her up.

"Only because we made it work."

Bomb-Burst looked at Misfire.

"Well... what now?"

((@GogoDG ))