January 19th ((Eon, Mortar, Archer, Phalanx, Thrust, Shotglass, Megatron, Blackpit, Wingcross, Lunar)) (A, A, A, U, D, U, D, D, D, D) This just in from observatories in the Crystal City Science Building, there is a fast moving object headed down on a trajectory to nearby the city. Currently, no one can identify just what it is. Oracle heads out to the gates, watching the sky in light of the recent announcement. Silver Hovercar hmms at the broadcast, "That would be north of here." Oracle pulls out a datapad. "This could be interesting..." ArmoredHovertruck drives up after having lagged somewhat behind. Mortar transforms into Mortar. Eon transforms into Eon. Eon pulls up and transforms on seeing Springer, "Hey Springer." Mortar walks over tot he others, "So, what's up?" Oracle nods to anyone around her absently. She seems busy scribing things down on her datapad. Mortar nods to Oracle, "Heya." Oracle nods again to Mortar. "Greetings...I don't believe I know you." Mortar says, "Name's Mortar. What's yer's?" Silver Hovercar says, "Am now picking the unidentified ship on radar." Silver Hovercar hmms, "It's off my radar, may be farther north." Mortar hrms... Oracle glances at the two with her. "Are you two planning to investigate?" Oracle stops her involvement with her datapad for a moment. She extends a hand to Mortar. "I am Oracle." Mortar smiles, shaking the hand firmly, "Nice ta meetcha. And as for investigating, ya got the coordinates?" Silver Hovercar says, "I'm going to head out to Deadlands, chances are it landed there." Oracle shakes her head. "No, but when it lands, or crashes, it shouldn't be /too/ hard to find." Mortar chuckles, "Good point." Silver Hovercar powers up and heads toward the west. "Comming guys?" Mortar turns to Archer, "Gotcha. Uh...don't wait up for me, I guess. I'll get there as fast as I can." Oracle nods her head..."Um, don't go too fast, my I don't have a transportation mode." Mortar looks back to Oracle, before transforming, "See'ya around, Oracle." Mortar transforms into ArmoredHovertruck. Silver Hovercar says, "Am going to recon the area, it's my job." Oracle sighs. "Very well, if you get a location, inform me please." Silver Hovercar with that he zooms off to the west and toward the possible crash site. ArmoredHovertruck says, "I can give ya a ride if ya want." Oracle smiles. "That would be greatly appreciated." Eon says, "I'll keep with you mortar." Eon transforms into Black Hovercar. ArmoredHovertruck shunts his cap off into subspace, along with his missile rack. ArmoredHovertruck emits, "Thanks, Eon." Black Hovercar says, "Don't mention it, let's go!"" With a whining shudder, the shuttles other engine cuts out, leaving the powerful hunk of metal to bounce along the terrain, gouging out bits of alloy from itself and the planet. With a final, tortured scream, it finally comes to a stop, precariously positioned half up on one wing. Black Hovercar skims in south, "Where is it..." Silver Hovercar says, "Dang, that thing's been in a fight. Doesn't look like any ship I've seen though." With a whining shudder, the shuttles other engine cuts out, leaving the powerful hunk of metal to bounce along the terrain, gouging out bits of alloy from itself and the planet. With a final, tortured scream, it finally comes to a stop, precariously positioned half up on one wing. ArmoredHovertruck emits, "Wow. That brings back memories." Black Hovercar wemits what memories? ArmoredHovertruck says, "Er...nothin' important." ArmoredHovertruck says, "Just a bad experience I had a while back." Silver Hovercar heads around the ship, staying a distance away, examining it from all ides, "Stay alert bots, no telling if this thing's friendly or not." Oracle steps down from ArmoredHoverTruck, starting at the ship in awe. ArmoredHovertruck starts to rolls slowly toward the shuttle, keeping a close scanner on it. Mentally, he debates whether or not to pull his missile rack back out of subspace... Black Hovercar skims a bit closer, "Be careful." Silver Hovercar hovers in place, watching Mortar quietly. Oracle stays back quite a bit...but not so far that she can't see. She is, after all, not a combat personality. ArmoredHovertruck chuckles, "I know." With a groan that speaks of overstressed structures and the laws of physics, the ship tilts slowly from is precarious position, and flops like some odd fish directly onto it's belly. The whale has beached. Black Hovercar stops dead. Silver Hovercar says, "Glad I didn't get too close, it coulda landed on me!" ArmoredHovertruck slams on his hover-breaks. Silver Hovercar says, "I don't think this thing's of Cybertronian origin, the styling is odd." Blue Cybertank approaches relatively slowly from the south, though he halts a good distance away and seems content to wait... His turret does, however, rotate to target the ship. ArmoredHovertruck hrms, summoning his missile rack just to be on the safe side. ArmoredHovertruck scans over the immediate surface for any kinda door. Silver Hovercar unfolds upwards, transforming into Archer. Archer transforms and looks the ship over, looking for any identifyable features including weapon ports and exterior hatches. Oracle gets busy taking notes on her datapad, her optic ridges creasing inwards in a frown of concentration. ArmoredHovertruck is idling near the recently overturned shuttle. Oracle is madly scribbling away on a datapad, keeping a 'safe' distance from the shuttle. Black Hovercar takes notes mentally... Blue Cybertank has positioned himself a good distance away from the downed shuttle, his turret turned in the direction of said ship. Archer walks along the side of the ship a ways away from it, looking for a hatch. ArmoredHovertruck is probably closer to the ship than anyone else, being the adventuresome type that he is. Maroon Tetrajet flies in from the south, gleaming brilliantly in the Cybertronian sunlight. He surveys the crowd disdainfully and looks around for a 'commanding officer'. Shotglass makes her way in, since she has to walk, way behind everything else. She sighs a bit, "Well, it's not a transport of mine..." A burst of purple-white light comes from the shuttle, as a large hole is burst from within is blown out where the remains of the hatch use to be. Dust and smoke hide the interior still...as some movement can easily be detected. ArmoredHovertruck hovers in place, "Is that a good sign or a bad sign?" Oracle's optics practically goggle as the action starts. Archer says, "That remains to be seen. Looks like this thing's seen some action." Megatron steps out through the smoke and debris and looks around with mild interest. Black Hovercar wha's, "Oh dear..." ArmoredHovertruck wavers slightly in the air nd thinks to himself, . o O (Aw, slag) Blue Cybertank's turret suddenly rotates back to its resting position, and the vehicle begins to transform, revealing Phalanx in a kneeling position seconds later. Phalanx transforms into Phalanx. Oracle has never laid her optics on Megatron before, but she certainly knows /someone/ who fits that description...someone very important. Maroon Tetrajet does the airplane equivalent of a double take and swoops down. He turns on a few external speakers and broadcasts, "Lord?" Shotglass blinks at her uncle, and seems dispassionate about the whole affair. Archer reflexivly steps back half a pace, and glances at the other Autobots. Wingcross steps out behind the other two, his wings fan a bit from the dust, blowing some air to clean his shoulders, his arms are crossed, and arifle strapped over his shoulder. nice Con sigils is on his shoulders. Black Hovercar reverses somewhat.. ArmoredHovertruck kicks into reverse and starts backing away from the shuttle. Oracle remains in place, her optics gleaming as an historical event takes place before them. Megatron looks around at the assembly, optics falling on each one there before he looks up at the tetrajet and inclines his head in acknowledgement. Phalanx stands now, his optics narrowing slightly as he tries to look through now dissipating smoke and dust. The form looks familiar, though it surely can't be who it appears to be. Blackpit steps over the melted remains of the hatch, placing his feet upon cybertronia firma with great precision. Turning his head to look at this, the place where history begins again, he can not help but notice the witnesses. Shotglass looks over at Phalanx, and reads his disbelieving look. She leans over, and mutters quietly. "...I think it is.. though I do not recognize the folks with him..." Maroon Tetrajet transforms and kinda drops to one knee. Okay, it's more on an inclined head, the ground is /so/ dirty, "Lord Megatron." Thrust transforms into Thrust. Phalanx nods slowly, though doesn't take his optics from the form of the Decepticon commander, "Nor do I..." he murmurs in response. Archer watches quietly, standing almost at ease and making sure to make no provocative moves. ArmoredHovertruck transforms and starts back-tracking to the other Bots. Mortar transforms into Mortar. Oracle returns to scribbling notes. Megatron looks down at the seeker. "Thrust." Mortar looks to Archer, then at Eon, "So, uh...now what?" Black Hovercar hmms, "We hightail it out of here and arn the others that he's in town?" Thrust stammers incoherently, "You... have returned to us?" Blackpit says nothing, merely moving to settle behind the familiar form's right side, where he crosses his arms. This would of course, be Megatron's moment to shine, so this unfamiliar Decepticon leaves him to it. Instead, he directs his gaze at each individual in the assembly, notably those who do not wear the insignia of the Empire. His gaze lingers long on each body, though his thoughts are obviously his own. Phalanx grimaces slightly and begins to move toward the remains of the shuttle, not appearing intimidated in the least. Shotglass almost says something about the Autobots doing this same trick with Optimus, but decides better of it. "So, what now, City Commander?" She asks, before noticing Phalanx moving forward, and shrugs, deciding to tag along for the ride. Oracle glances at Blackpit as he glances at everyone else. Megatron nods at the seeker and looks around at the other people there, driving the point home. "Yes. I have returned." Archer examines the unfamilliar cons quietly as well as he can without getting any closer. Wingcross has left. Phalanx now stops within speaking distance, bowing ever so slightly as he addresses the Decepticon Leader, "Lord Megatron... Your presence is... unexpected." Is that a bit of skepticism you hear in his tone? From Phalanx? Nooo... never... Thrust stands a presents his weapon buttfirst to his Commander in a sign of respect, "We have been wating, milord." Megatron's gaze falls on the CCM commander and he nods to him. "Phalanx. Unexpected? Such an understatement." He turns back to Thrust and touches the weapon, then looks around again. Oracle turns her optical gaze back to her historical prize: Megatron. Her hands never stop jotting notes on her datapad. Lunar keeps to the shadows . . . the deep shadows. Ain't no way he's going back to the brig. Still, somethings going down, and he wants to know what.