LeaderOfROTR
07-29-2014, 10:53 PM
Chapter One
Ultra Magnus was not truly liked by the others. Sure, there was a forced respect, but that was only because Optimus demanded it. He always felt excluded from the rest of the bots; secretly hurting from it.
The truck sat on the side of some Primus-forsaken rural road, smoke escaping from his engine. Unable to drive any further, he sighed and sunk down onto his tires. Magnus tried to COMM the others, but the airwaves were quiet.
The mech had been sitting there for several minutes, and was concerned that the Decepticons could track him and find the Autobot second-in-command stuck here. He shuddered at the thought. Pulling up all of his mental gauges, he gave everything a good check-over. Everything was mostly fine, save for a couple of broken tubes and the jammed cooling fans in his engine. Ratchet had slapped his hood shut and pronounced the tall mech good to go when some of the others had come in injured from a scouting mission. Now Ultra Magnus was paying the price. He felt cheated from his tune-up, and Ratchet had missed some small problem that had quickly grown into the mess he was now in. The Cybertronian considered trying to transform, he was in a remote area and there was not any living sentient creatures around.
Warm air puffed off of my lips, my breathing slightly wheezy in my chest. My legs churned along the ground, creating a rhythmic slapping sound. There was a burning sensation all throughout my body, and sweat dripped down my skin. Sure, I hated running; and I made getting run over look less painful, but running was how I worked things out. It gave me time to think and to work out any emotions I had. Today I had gone running because of poor grades. One missed assignment and my grades were in the parent's red-zone. We had fought about it, and ugly things were said.
So I went running.
I was so deep into my thinking that I realized I was in the middle of nowhere, far too late to try to retrace my steps. "Shit." I muttered, glancing around as I caught my breath. Up ahead, there was a glimmer of something red and blue. Perfect. I could ask if whoever was up ahead knew where we were. I began to jog once more; slightly concerned at the small amount of sloshing in my water bottle. Fainting out here would be bad.
I made it down the road in good time, seeing the smoking truck- Oh. That would explain why the vehicle hadn't been moving. Hopefully the driver was still around. I pumped my legs faster, ignoring the horrid burning in my chest. I tripped, and for a moment the world swayed and rushed towards my face. There was an odd mechanical noise as I stumbled and regained my balance. Sweat dripped into my eyes, and my vision blurred. I looked up to see a tall red and blue figure. Blinking through my teary vision, I rubbed at my eyes. The noise sounded again, and I finally cleared my vision. Blinking, I rubbed my forehead dry and looked at the truck.
A deep, male voice sounded from the cab. It almost seemed to have a… metal tint to it. If that was even possible... My mind helpfully came up with a mental image of a man sitting in the cab with a can over his head. ‘Thanks brain, I love when you come up with these things.’ I mentally quipped. I realized that I hadn’t been listening to a word the guy was saying, so I approached the cab with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I was tuning out what you were saying. Can you tell me where we are?"
The man was silent for a beat. "That is all you wish to know?"
I nodded. "Yeah, kinda got lost when I was jogging. I didn't bring my phone either. Then I saw your truck and hoped that you would have a better idea than me."
The cab door swung open as an oddly dressed man stepped out. I looked up, slightly confused. He definitely looked odd. But who was I to talk? I had crazy hair that was long, short, spiky, and flat. I tugged my headphones off, giving him a smile.
He looked roughly my age, perhaps a couple years older. He had blue hair that stood right up, and his jacket was blue and red. It matched the truck's paint job perfectly. The man's eyes were piercing blue, almost glowing neon blue.
"You do not want to know what my truck is?"
I tilted my head. "Why, is it one of those solar-powered trucks?" The man seemed even more confused and shook his head no. I grabbed my water bottle and drained the last bit out of it. I put it back, and then wiped my mouth. "So, where are we?"
"Our current coordinates are-"
I cut him off, confused. "Um, I don't have a GPS with me, I can't use coordinates." Man, this dude is odd.
He nodded slowly, as if he were mulling something over. I sighed, and placed a hand on my hip. "How about you just give me a lift?" He pointed to the smoking front of the semi and I face palmed. "Duh! That's right."
This human strongly reminded him of the human called Miko. She seemed a little more centered though, except that she had that odd human habit of running around with no logical destination. While he had been thinking, she had made her way over to his hood and had opened it. He watched her look over the engine, murmuring to herself.
I looked around, and then saw where the smoke was coming from. I smiled and reached in, tugging off the engine filter. It was clogged, so while he was driving the truck's engine slowly stopped working. I brought it out and banged it a couple times, creating a shower of nasty who-knows-what. I smiled and replaced the filter. "This should tide your truck over for a while." I said as I turned to face him. I wasn't paying attention to my hand as I pulled it out, and it must have hit something hot. I yelped and pulled it all the way out, causing the whole hand and some of my arm to get burned. My eyes watered as I gingerly held it up, watching the skin turn red.
The man immediately moved up to me, his eyes holding worry as he looked over the flesh. He touched it, and I let out a second yelp. I yanked my arm away from him, tears streaming down my sweaty face. "Don't touch it!" I snapped, and then gave him an apologetic look. I lowered my eyes, sighing.
The female human had somehow hurt herself on something in his engine. Ultra Magnus watched with slight fascination as her flesh changed from its normal tan color to a red color. He touched the skin, which was burning hot. It had pained her, which he felt bad for. She also had a leak in her optics. “Is that normal for your spe-” The man stopped himself, then continued. “Are you alright? You are leaking lubricant from your…” He struggled to find the human word for optics. Eyes! “...eyes and your skin is changing colors. It also has risen temperature by three degrees Fahrenheit.” She looked up at him, a puzzled and pained look covering her facepla- face.
He realized that he had used terms that the humans didn't and had scared her because of being able to state her exact skin temperature. Their species are unable to scan each other without specialized tools, so to state her status was quite concerning to the female. He had to speak quickly before she figured something out.
She managed to beat him to it. “A-are you a-a doc-doctor?” She whimpered, obviously in a lot of pain. As he looked down, the human ailment called ‘blisters’ began to form. It did not look good, and the human girl might be in serious danger.
Magnus had no way of telling how much this could effect the human.
Ultra Magnus was not truly liked by the others. Sure, there was a forced respect, but that was only because Optimus demanded it. He always felt excluded from the rest of the bots; secretly hurting from it.
The truck sat on the side of some Primus-forsaken rural road, smoke escaping from his engine. Unable to drive any further, he sighed and sunk down onto his tires. Magnus tried to COMM the others, but the airwaves were quiet.
The mech had been sitting there for several minutes, and was concerned that the Decepticons could track him and find the Autobot second-in-command stuck here. He shuddered at the thought. Pulling up all of his mental gauges, he gave everything a good check-over. Everything was mostly fine, save for a couple of broken tubes and the jammed cooling fans in his engine. Ratchet had slapped his hood shut and pronounced the tall mech good to go when some of the others had come in injured from a scouting mission. Now Ultra Magnus was paying the price. He felt cheated from his tune-up, and Ratchet had missed some small problem that had quickly grown into the mess he was now in. The Cybertronian considered trying to transform, he was in a remote area and there was not any living sentient creatures around.
Warm air puffed off of my lips, my breathing slightly wheezy in my chest. My legs churned along the ground, creating a rhythmic slapping sound. There was a burning sensation all throughout my body, and sweat dripped down my skin. Sure, I hated running; and I made getting run over look less painful, but running was how I worked things out. It gave me time to think and to work out any emotions I had. Today I had gone running because of poor grades. One missed assignment and my grades were in the parent's red-zone. We had fought about it, and ugly things were said.
So I went running.
I was so deep into my thinking that I realized I was in the middle of nowhere, far too late to try to retrace my steps. "Shit." I muttered, glancing around as I caught my breath. Up ahead, there was a glimmer of something red and blue. Perfect. I could ask if whoever was up ahead knew where we were. I began to jog once more; slightly concerned at the small amount of sloshing in my water bottle. Fainting out here would be bad.
I made it down the road in good time, seeing the smoking truck- Oh. That would explain why the vehicle hadn't been moving. Hopefully the driver was still around. I pumped my legs faster, ignoring the horrid burning in my chest. I tripped, and for a moment the world swayed and rushed towards my face. There was an odd mechanical noise as I stumbled and regained my balance. Sweat dripped into my eyes, and my vision blurred. I looked up to see a tall red and blue figure. Blinking through my teary vision, I rubbed at my eyes. The noise sounded again, and I finally cleared my vision. Blinking, I rubbed my forehead dry and looked at the truck.
A deep, male voice sounded from the cab. It almost seemed to have a… metal tint to it. If that was even possible... My mind helpfully came up with a mental image of a man sitting in the cab with a can over his head. ‘Thanks brain, I love when you come up with these things.’ I mentally quipped. I realized that I hadn’t been listening to a word the guy was saying, so I approached the cab with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I was tuning out what you were saying. Can you tell me where we are?"
The man was silent for a beat. "That is all you wish to know?"
I nodded. "Yeah, kinda got lost when I was jogging. I didn't bring my phone either. Then I saw your truck and hoped that you would have a better idea than me."
The cab door swung open as an oddly dressed man stepped out. I looked up, slightly confused. He definitely looked odd. But who was I to talk? I had crazy hair that was long, short, spiky, and flat. I tugged my headphones off, giving him a smile.
He looked roughly my age, perhaps a couple years older. He had blue hair that stood right up, and his jacket was blue and red. It matched the truck's paint job perfectly. The man's eyes were piercing blue, almost glowing neon blue.
"You do not want to know what my truck is?"
I tilted my head. "Why, is it one of those solar-powered trucks?" The man seemed even more confused and shook his head no. I grabbed my water bottle and drained the last bit out of it. I put it back, and then wiped my mouth. "So, where are we?"
"Our current coordinates are-"
I cut him off, confused. "Um, I don't have a GPS with me, I can't use coordinates." Man, this dude is odd.
He nodded slowly, as if he were mulling something over. I sighed, and placed a hand on my hip. "How about you just give me a lift?" He pointed to the smoking front of the semi and I face palmed. "Duh! That's right."
This human strongly reminded him of the human called Miko. She seemed a little more centered though, except that she had that odd human habit of running around with no logical destination. While he had been thinking, she had made her way over to his hood and had opened it. He watched her look over the engine, murmuring to herself.
I looked around, and then saw where the smoke was coming from. I smiled and reached in, tugging off the engine filter. It was clogged, so while he was driving the truck's engine slowly stopped working. I brought it out and banged it a couple times, creating a shower of nasty who-knows-what. I smiled and replaced the filter. "This should tide your truck over for a while." I said as I turned to face him. I wasn't paying attention to my hand as I pulled it out, and it must have hit something hot. I yelped and pulled it all the way out, causing the whole hand and some of my arm to get burned. My eyes watered as I gingerly held it up, watching the skin turn red.
The man immediately moved up to me, his eyes holding worry as he looked over the flesh. He touched it, and I let out a second yelp. I yanked my arm away from him, tears streaming down my sweaty face. "Don't touch it!" I snapped, and then gave him an apologetic look. I lowered my eyes, sighing.
The female human had somehow hurt herself on something in his engine. Ultra Magnus watched with slight fascination as her flesh changed from its normal tan color to a red color. He touched the skin, which was burning hot. It had pained her, which he felt bad for. She also had a leak in her optics. “Is that normal for your spe-” The man stopped himself, then continued. “Are you alright? You are leaking lubricant from your…” He struggled to find the human word for optics. Eyes! “...eyes and your skin is changing colors. It also has risen temperature by three degrees Fahrenheit.” She looked up at him, a puzzled and pained look covering her facepla- face.
He realized that he had used terms that the humans didn't and had scared her because of being able to state her exact skin temperature. Their species are unable to scan each other without specialized tools, so to state her status was quite concerning to the female. He had to speak quickly before she figured something out.
She managed to beat him to it. “A-are you a-a doc-doctor?” She whimpered, obviously in a lot of pain. As he looked down, the human ailment called ‘blisters’ began to form. It did not look good, and the human girl might be in serious danger.
Magnus had no way of telling how much this could effect the human.