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C152 I’m Star-Lord
🕑 Added 2024-08-07 09:53:39 +0000 UTCThe air was thick with tension as the feral Transformers, born from the power of the AllSpark, came to life all across the wide-open room.
Their mechanical forms bristled with aggression, their eyes glowing with a malevolent light. The room filled with the sounds of twisting metal and the low, menacing growls of the newly formed robots.
Scientists and personnel around the room reacted in a wave of fear and confusion. Some screamed, their voices echoing off the concrete walls, while others scrambled for cover, their faces pale with terror.
Peggy quickly took control of the chaotic situation, her voice cutting through the din. "Guards, take aim! Prepare to open fire!"
The guards, momentarily snapped out of their shock, raised their weapons, aiming at the hostile machines. Their faces were set in grim determination, ready to defend the facility.
Peter, standing at the center of the chaos with the AllSpark in his hand, held up his other hand in a gesture of peace. "Wait! Let me try to talk to them first!"
Peggy frowned. "That's not going to work," she informed him, confident in her understanding from the research and experiments they’ve conducted over the years. After all, this isn’t the first time the Cube has created feral robots.
"Just let me try, please," Peter said, turning back and giving Peggy a pleading look.
Peggy gave him a sharp look in return but ultimately nodded. "You have seconds, Peter. Make it count..."
Peter took a deep breath, stepping forward cautiously. "Hey there, little guys," he began, his voice infused with a calming force. "I know you're probably scared and confused, but we don't want to hurt you. Let's just talk this out, okay?"
Instantly, the feral robots turned their glowing eyes toward him, their mechanical bodies twitching with barely restrained aggression. Peter could see the raw, untamed energy in their movements, like wild animals ready to pounce.
"Can you understand me?" Peter asked, trying to make some sort of connection. "We can help you. We just need to communicate."
For a brief moment, it seemed as though one of the smaller robots hesitated, its head tilting as if trying to comprehend Peter's words. But then, with a guttural growl, it raised a plasma arm cannon and fired directly at him.
*Bang!*
"!?" Peter barely had time to react, the blast missing him by inches as he dodged to the side. The other robots, sensing the aggression, followed suit, their weapons charging up and opening fire on him as the closest target.
The room erupted in chaos. Plasma blasts and laser beams filled the air, the scent of burning metal and ozone thickening the atmosphere. Peter sidestepped over and over, narrowly avoiding the onslaught.
"Open fire!" Peggy commanded, her voice resolute. The guards responded instantly, their weapons discharging in rapid succession, targeting the hostile machines.
Bullets and energy blasts collided with the feral machines, sparks flying as the projectiles struck their armored bodies. The room was a battlefield, the constant sound of gunfire and mechanical roars deafening.
Gunfire and plasma blasts filled the air, making it clear that talking wasn’t the answer. The newborn Transformers were too feral, too aggressive.
Then and there, Peter made a split-second decision: sadly, he had to crush them all. But, with the AllSpark in his possession, he could always create more and study them later. But now wasn't the time for that; lives were at stake.
He gripped his lightsaber, the black blade igniting with a menacing hiss. The dark energy pulsed through the room as Peter took a step forward.
“Stay back!” Peter shouted to Peggy and the guards, his voice carrying over the chaos.
Peggy nodded, signaling her men to concentrate their fire on the robots. Though their bullets did little damage, they served as a distraction, drawing the attention of the robots.
Peter moved like a shadow, his lightsaber slicing through the air with deadly precision. He dodged plasma blasts and laser beams, his movements a blur of speed and agility.
As he got closer, the first transformer lunged at him, its mechanical claws extended. “Argh!” It roared angrily.
Peter sidestepped the attack, his lightsaber cutting cleanly through its midsection.
“?!” The robot split in half, its pieces crashing to the ground in a shower of sparks. As it died, the next enemy charged forward, its eyes glowing with fury.
Peter extended his hand, the Force flowing through him. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the robot flying into the wall with a deafening crash. The impact shattered its thin metal frame, leaving a crumpled heap of debris.
As he was distracted, another robot leaped at him from behind, its claws aiming for his back. “!” Sensing the surprise attack through the force, Peter spun around, his lightsaber flashing. The blade cleaved through the robot's arm, severing it in a spray of oil, wires, and sparks.
Peter followed up with a Force push, sending the maimed machine hurtling across the room, where it collided with another Transformer in a violent explosion of metal.
At the same time, the guards continued to fire, their bullets ricocheting off the armored bodies of the machines.
“Is this all you little sh*t’s got?” He taunted, decapitating one enemy with a swift, upward slash, then used the Force to crush another into a compact ball of twisted steel.
Peter’s movements were a blur of lethal grace. He darted forward, his lightsaber a whirl of darkness. He dismembered one robot, his blade slicing through its legs, sending it toppling to the ground. And with a quick, downward strike, he ended its struggles, the black blade piercing its central processor.
Meanwhile, another one lunged at him, its plasma cannon charging. “!” Not even bothering to glance back at it, Peter extended his free hand, using the Force to crush the weapon before it could fire.
The robot staggered back, its arm a mangled wreck. “?!”
While it was distracted, Peter closed the distance in an instant, his lightsaber carving through its torso with a vicious slash. The robot fell into two pieces, its internal components sparking and hissing.
The battle raged on, Peter's relentless assault leaving a trail of destruction. He moved from one Transformers to the next, his lightsaber a blur of deadly precision.
Soon enough, the remaining Machines grew fearful, though their aggression remained undiminished. “?!” Like wild animals, they circled Peter, their eyes filled with a predatory glint.
Unbothered, Peter continued his assault, his lightsaber cutting through their ranks with ruthless efficiency.
Finally, with all of the little guys taken care of, Peter turned his attention to the largest of the newborn Transformers: the crane that was once used to move the AllSpark. It stood towering over him in the center of the room, seemingly far stronger than the other robots he’s dealt with thus far.
‘Damn, that thing is a full-sized Transformer,’ Peter realized. But, instead of feeling fear, an excited smile spread across his face.
Peter casually stepped forward, his lightsaber at the ready. The robot's eyes glowed with a malevolent light as it raised its crane-like arm, prepared to strike.
Peter smirked, which only seemed to infuriate the feral giant. “Argh!” It roared!
The crane-turned-transformer lunged at him, its massive fist crashing down. Peter leaped to the side, the ground shaking from the impact.
*Boom!*
Without pause, he dashed forward, his lightsaber slashing at the robot's legs. The blade cut through the thick metal, leaving deep gouges but not severing them completely.
The robot roared in anger, its other arm swinging towards Peter, but he ducked under the blow, his lightsaber carving a path along its side as he moved.
Sparks flew as the blade bit into the metal, but the robot’s sheer size made it a slow-moving target.
Peter focused on the Force, his mind reaching out to the towering Transformers' internal workings. ‘Let’s see if this works…’ He felt the intricate web of circuits and servos, the pulsating core of its power. With a surge of will, he grasped at the components, trying to take control.
“?!” The robot staggered, its movements becoming erratic as it fought against Peter’s control.
"Huh? That's never happened before," Peter remarked, realizing he couldn't control the robot with his Mechu Deru. ‘Maybe I need more practice?’
After all, Transformers are a bit more complicated than other technology… right?
As Peter contemplated his failure, the machine before him lashed out in desperation. Its arm morphed into a plasma cannon and began firing erratically in his direction.
Snapping out of it, Peter deflected the blasts with his lightsaber, the energy dispersing harmlessly. ‘I’ll just test it again later…’ He muttered, deciding to continue his assault, his strikes precise and relentless.
Leaping dozens of feet into the air, Peter swung his lightsaber, severing the robot's arm at the shoulder. The massive limb crashed to the floor with a thunderous noise.
With one final, decisive move, Peter leaped onto the robot's back, his lightsaber plunging into its core. The blade pierced the central processor, sending a jolt of energy through the machine.
“Aaaarrgghhh!” The Transformer screeched in pain.
The feral crane shuddered, its movements slowing to a halt as its systems shut down. Peter jumped clear as the colossal robot toppled over, its form collapsing into a heap of lifeless metal.
The room fell silent, the last echoes of battle fading away. “…”
Peter stood amidst the wreckage, his breath rather calm after such a battle. He deactivated his lightsaber, the blade disappearing with a hiss.
Peggy and the guards stared in awe, their eyes wide with amazement. They had witnessed a display of power and skill, unlike anything they had ever seen.
Peter looked around at the carnage, the remains of the feral robots strewn across the floor. “Everyone alright?” he called out, his voice echoing in the now quiet room.
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Meanwhile…
Unbeknownst to anyone, the signal from the AllSpark had already been transmitted across the universe.
Although the Hoover Dam was specifically chosen and modified to mask the AllSpark's dormant signal, its contact with Peter caused the signal to amplify more than a thousandfold. This sudden burst lasted only a few seconds, but it was more than enough for the relevant parties to detect it…
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Aboard the Ark, deep in space, the Autobots' command ship was a hive of activity. Optimus Prime stood at the helm, his optics scanning the cosmos when, suddenly, a powerful and familiar signal burst through the ship's sensors.
Optimus Prime stood over 40 feet tall, a towering figure of red, blue, and gleaming silver. His broad chest and powerful, armored shoulders and arms ended in hands capable of both precision and immense force. His piercing eyes, set in a faceplate, held a depth of wisdom and resolve.
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"Optimus," Ratchet's voice crackled over the comms, urgent and filled with concern. "I’m picking up a signal... it’s the AllSpark!"
Optimus turned sharply, his optics narrowing. "Are you certain, Ratchet?"
"Yes, Prime. The signal is unmistakable," Ratchet confirmed. "It’s coming from Earth."
Optimus felt a heavy weight settle in his spark. He had launched the AllSpark to Earth to hide it from Megatron and the Decepticons, knowing they would use its power for evil. He had known where it was all this time, but the sudden signal meant that its location would now be known to their enemies as well.
"Autobots," Optimus called out, his voice echoing through the comms, reaching every single Autobot. "We have to move. The AllSpark's location has been compromised. Megatron and the Decepticons will know where it is."
Optimus continued. "Ratchet, try to contact B-127. He should be on Earth. We need him to start the groundwork before we arrive."
Ratchet immediately set to work, attempting to establish communication. After several tense moments, he looked up, his expression troubled. "I can’t reach him, Optimus. The signal's not getting through."
Optimus's expression tightened with concern. "Keep trying, Ratchet. We must reach B-127.” He paused, glancing out of the window of his ship. “Autobots, roll out! We’re heading to Earth..."
On his command, the engines roared to life, and the Ark began its journey through space, its course set for Earth.
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Elsewhere in the vastness of space, aboard the Nemesis, Megatron and the Decepticons were also alerted to the sudden burst of the AllSpark's signal.
There, Megatron loomed at a staggering height, similar to Optimus, an imposing figure clad in metallic silver and gray. His angular, armored frame exuded menace, with jagged edges and a design that spoke of raw power and brutality. His crimson eyes glowed with a fierce intensity, set in a menacing face that bore a sneer of disdain.
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"Lord Megatron," Starscream's voice cut through the comms, laced with excitement and malice. "We’ve detected the AllSpark’s signal. We have its location!"
Megatron's optics flared with a fierce light. "Finally... after all these cycles, the AllSpark is within our grasp." He clenched his metal fist, his voice filled with dark determination. "Prepare the Nemesis! We must arrive before Optimus..."
Starscream sneered, his excitement barely contained. "Shall I inform the others, Lord Megatron?"
"Yes," Megatron growled. "And make sure they understand the importance of this. The AllSpark is the key to our ultimate victory. We cannot afford to lose it, not again..."
The Decepticons moved swiftly, their ship humming with dark energy as it powered up, cutting through the fabric of space with relentless speed, its destination set for Earth.
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Back on Earth, the signal from the AllSpark had already long faded, its burst of energy lasting only a few seconds. But it was enough. Both factions, Autobots and Decepticons, were now converging on the planet, each driven by their own goals and desires…
A/N: 2300 words :)
Comments
ya_smerti
Pff they got fucked up from modern ish tech, also sad that the toaster didn't make it.
Orion Chung
Another battle but no doubt Optimus and autobots will definitely be great allies to have and honestly the Transformers r definitely interesting race because even though there robots they r also alive , they have there own personalities and life in them no doubt I can see Jedi and people of Earth making friendship with Autobots specially with Optimus who is great leader and has great character and I can also see Peter and bumblebee being best friends
