Mission to the Prehistoric Ark

Mount St. Hillary - 

A barren mountain stands out from the rest of the rest of the craggy peaks the dominates this region of land, Mount St. Hillary, and on the base of the southern side of this active volcano is a large hole tunneled right into the core.

First order of business since the time displaced Autobots and human got planted into this world of the past, was to get situated. There was still the looming problem of how to deal with the looming energy crisis that was going to threaten to stop them in their tracks before they could even start getting anywhere. There was also the fact that, as Rodimus put it, more information was needed to get a proper handle on the situation. If Decepticons had been seen flying overhead, then the next logical step was going to be to see if the same had happened to the Autobots.

And that job was given to Remedy and Amber. With so few bodies to spread around, Rodimus couldn't afford to keep the whole team together at all times. He and Impactor were going to look around for any other signs of the artifact and a possible way home. And Tracks, being the only other flyer, had the job of scouting out to the south to see if he could find anything of interest. Or even get an idea of what the past Decepticons were up to, if he could keep a low enough profile.

The looming presence of Mount St. Hillary is a familiar one, except for the fact that the currently dormant volcano won't blow its top off for another four million years. The wreckage of the Ark is in its old, familiar location, but the site looks much more 'fresh' with the scarring of a recent crash landing rather than the merged stoneworks that will take place after millenia of rock formation around its base.

Remedy

A slender robot stands before you. By the morphology, it is clear that this is a female configuration. Standing 18 feet tall, she is not the biggest, nor does she look very strong. Her color scheme is blue, grey, and white. The blue 'helmet' covering her head sports three vanes on each side, bearing a semblance to feathers. The front rim of the 'helmet' shades azure optics and a face module humans would find attractive. Her frame is slender, delicate, but very feminine. White 'skin' is offset by blue and grey 'armor'. Her altmode is revealed by the presence of a pair of wings, the tail section and nosecone of a jet fighter all visible from behind.

Remedy nods to Rodimus Prime, glad to be free of the displacement sickness. She looks at the human, "Well, may as well get into something more useful." She transforms into jet form, so Amber can climb in "I hope you don't get airsick."

Remedy

A slender agile jet. Technically a Northrup F-5E Tiger II jet fighter. http://www.the-blueprints.com/blueprints/modernplanes/northrop/28316/viewsingle/northrop_f-5e_tiger_ii/ The paint scheme is a mix of blue, grey, and blue grey camo, with white belly. Each wing, and the vertical stabilizer sport a red star. In addition, the vertical stabilizer sports an Autobot insignia on each side.

Amber MacKenzie looks gravely at the Autobot's transformation, then a hint of a smile shows. "No, I don't. Thanks; I've never been in a fighter before, and it looks like it'll be a fun ride." She lithely climbs up the aircraft to the cockpit and slips inside. "Here's hoping none of the enemy aircraft are in visual range... Can you fly at low altitudes, ma'am?"

There's a shriek somewhere in the jungle. While there are no lions in the area to sleep tonight, the tigers are definitely NOT asleep. There was a roar of one on the hunt, and the sound of thrashing, and an inhuman squeal of terror, audible even from where the jet and her passenger were. Glimpses of an odd shade of red is visible below, and a flash of sunshine reflecting off metal.

It was Reidan, whipping along at top speed on his hoverboard, still somewhat inexperienced with it as he works to outrun the saber-toothed tiger chasing him along the alpine forests.

Mount St. Hillary is relatively quiet, all things considered, and thankfully there appears to be no sign of the Decepticons that were spotted the night before. Whatever they were looking for when they headed south, they apparently are still looking for it.

Nonetheless, there -is- signs of life that can eventually be seen from the air down there, and any convenient vantage points that might eventually be taken up. The distant rumble engines and a bunch of different vehicles pulling out from where the Ark juts from its crash site. The vehicles all split off into pairs and drive off in different directions, almost as if they too were scouting out the surrounding area.

Such is the case of two in particular, consisting of the seemingly mismatched pair of the grey and white racing car and the olive green land rover alongside it, as they rumble along a winding path that trails its way around to the eastern side of the mountain and the landscape beyond.

"I dunno," the racecar emits, gearing down a bit to cope for the rough terrain which he is not equipped to handle well, unlike his counterpart, "I guess we'll have to scan Teletran one for any kind of glitches. I mean not that I -mind- this mode and all, it's pretty sleek looking. But it seems a wierd choice, you know?"

While the Autobots and fleshies sort themselves out, the Predacon Tiger decides to leave his napping comrades where they lay and spy on the other side. He creeps through the brush along the mountainside, keeping out of direct line of sight while keeping his optics peeled. He snorts at the sound of the "tiger" off in the jungle.

F-5E  takes off, not having a proper runway to use, so she goes for sheer vertical thrust. Hopefully Amber can handle it, as she climbs to 1000 feet for a few moments before descending to around 400, flying slow.

"Wheels and combustion engines?!" the Land Rover replies, taking the corners faster than strictly necessary and keeping up with the sleek Lancia pretty well. "Someone must've heard I like a challenge! We're gonna have to climb this mountain the hard way!"

Amber MacKenzie is pressed harshly into her seat as the g-force piles on, but it's only for a short time. She chuckles to herself. "You beat the hell out of a roller coaster, ma'am." Fidgeting a bit to get some slack in the straps, she leans forward to get a look around at the terrain. Poor Reidan goes unseen, and considering how far up they are, unheard as well. Off in the distance she sees the lone volcanic peak that marks their destination.

"You know I -could- just fly to the top," comes the response, the dashboard ofthe sleek racecar flashing in time with the voice. "But Prowl wanted us to get a good look at the lay of the land anyway, get a feeling for what we're dealing with here. Looks kinda barren around this mountain but there's a lot of organic vegetation surrounding it. Kinda exotic if ya ask me..."

The car's brakes suddenly lock up without warning, sending the vehicle skidding to a halt near the edge of one part of the cliff face. "...hey, wait a second. Did you hear that? Sounded like some kinda screaming."

Banking sharply around a tree, Reidan glances behind him. THe hoverboard was not at full speed anymore as he geared down, obliviously approaching Mount St. Hillary now. The trees made top speed now quite dangerous as he swerved around another one, giving out another piteous shriek as he saw how close the cat was, not aware of who may be ahead of him as he whipped through the forest like an Ewok on a land speeder.

Land Rover  pulls his e-brake and spins to a stop beside Wheeljack as he transforms and points into the sky eagerly, having spotted Remedy. "The only screaming I hear is the scream of Decepticon engines! Don't look like any Decepticon I've seen, but we don't look like ourselves right now either!"

Robot Tiger  stares at all the specters of deceased Autobots. But wait, they're in the ...past? They're not dead yet? The poor confused Predacon shakes his head and continues to monitor.

A moment later, Wheeljack bolts upright into his own robot mode, lifting one handto shield his optics from the glare of the sun as he too peers skywards, "Could be. Looks kind of similar to Powerglide's new red mode...maybe Megatron's sent one of his lackeys to check us out." But a moment later, the inventor Autobot's gaze shifts downwards, noticing movement in the treeline and coming closer to the volcano as well, "Hey check that out!" He points to the spectacle of the human on the hoverboard fleeing with the saber tooth tiger in pursuit, "...is that some of the local wildlife? Course I dunno too many animals, organic or otherwise that ride some kinda vehicle."

"I don't see... oh!" Brawn squints. "That red guy's got some kind of monkey hanging onto him. Should we help 'im out?"

F-5E  isn't aware of anyone spying on her or Amber, as she descends to land a few hundred meters from the Ark, on the 'blind' side of the vessel. Before she lands, she transforms, 'ejecting' Amber to catch in her hands while coming down in bot mode

Amber MacKenzie is startled but doesn't have enough time to be frightened by the sudden move before she's caught. "Bloody hell!" she cries. "Give a girl some warning." As she waits for the adrenaline to dissapate, she takes a careful look around, for the local wildlife as well as any Cybertronians that may be lurking in the vicinity. "Is this the place?" she asks more quietly.

Swooping, Reidan tries zig-zagging instead as he puffs a few times now, coming into full view. Seeing two unfamiliar Autobots up ahead in the clear, he drops his head and guns the hoverboards' engines, the sound roaring as he finally books it away from the Sabertooth, the cat starting to tire and slow down - not used to things that could run for so long it seems. He jerks the nose up suddenly to avoid a stone, nearly flying off the hoverboard as his long coat and scarf ripple behind him.

Wheeljack is well aware that the unidentified flying object that is Remedy has put down somewhere out of sight. And normally he'd immediately go to investigate, but Reidan has proved a sufficient distraction at the moment that he can only deal with one thing at a time. "Yeah I guess. S'funny, I thought Prowl said there was no civilization on this planet either...Teletran usually isn't wrong about this sort of stuff." Pulling out his pistol, the mad inventor takes a few steps forward, then slides down the side of the embankment to ground level, putting down just in front of Reidan as he comes soaring up towards them. A few stray shots are sent in the general direction of the pursuing tiger to impact around its feet for good measure, "Alright that's enough, go on, shoo! Find a meal someplace else!"

Brawn charges down the mountainside after Wheeljack, passing him and chasing the sabertooth tiger off for good measure. He turns back looking a little disappointed as it bolts, alarmed by the noise, heat and smell of the laser impacts, let alone Brawn crashing through the underbrush towards it! "Aw, I wanted to wrestle it."

As the blasts go over his head, Reidan ducks down further, slowing down quickly as he came to the Autobots' feet. He turns sideways, sliding to a stop and dismonting instantly. Despite having not really done THAT much, he was breathing heavily and pulled his hat off "Much obliged sirs! That was a little TOO close for comfort this time." he waves to Brawn in thanks as well "VERY much obliged. You can do all the Wrestling you want. I did enough of it and I'm too old now."

"Whoah, the monkey's talking! How'd you teach it to do that?!" Brawn sounds genuinely impressed, but he's still addressing the hoverboard, not the human.

Remedy hears weaponfire. She looks at Amber, setting her down, "Okay, you... this doesn't seem right." She doesn't have a weapon to give the human, "I'm gonna investigate the laserfire. Uhm, try not to get eaten, and see if you can get into the Ark... I'll be with you in a few... hopefully." While she says this, she draws a revolver.

Let Cyclonus look for a cave. This Seeker had other ideas. One being where are the Autobots that ended up going through the portal with them. Two; what thet slag was up with seeing the Decepticons they saw? The Zombie Seeker decides to run a little recon of his own. But hes not going by the air, hes on foot and is heading in the direction he and the rest saw the command trine coming from when they were seen the cycle before. Lucky for Windshear, the displacement in time and space hasnt really effected him other then a headache that wont go away and thats certainly not helping him right now trying to sort though what hes seeing, what hes saw and what his databanks are trying to sort it out as.

Windshear is quiet and cautious as he goes through the underbrush and trees, paying close attention to the rather large animals that are in this time/earth and is steadily continuing onward.

Wheeljack seems to shift the conclusion quicker than his companion, given that he's a bit more of a thinker in this case, "Brawn, the monk...er..organic is the intelligent one, not the hoverdisc. Fascinating." With mouthparts flashing in tune with his voice, the inventor's clear interest in Reidan is all but oozing out of every port as he leans down, hands on knees to get a closer look, "I've heard of some theories of potentially intelligent organic species, but never thought I'd actually see one. What do you call yourself?"

Amber MacKenzie also hears the fireworks and stares in that direction with narrowed eyes. "Right. Be careful, okay? We don't want any heroics, just some information." With a nervous sigh, she takes to cover among the craggy rocks of Mount Saint Hillary and disappears noiselessly into the darkness.

"Excuse me! I am not a monkey, I am an Ins-" a pause, and then he looks at Brawn again, then at the hoverboard he was looking at, then back again. He tried to resist the urge to perform some ventriloquism, and states "Ahh... The board is not a living machine sir. It's just a hoverboard... Ah. I call myself Reidan Wesley. Nicknamed Red Weasel. " he responds to Wheeljack, then looks nervously back at the forest "I am... not sure how I got back here again. I haven't been here since Gally took me cataloguing the flora. All I know is that this is Not Good, with a capital No. "

"What?" Brawn boggles over this news. He's clearly not the brains of this duo, which makes his name appropriate. "Really? Huh." He taps the hoverboard gently out of curiosity. "So... huh."

Remedy eases around the side of the Ark, her optics narrowing, "Rodimus? Can you hear me? I... I'm seeing bots I've only seen... In the Mausoleum." She shifts her optical magnification to 4X, "We got another human here... I don't know his designation, but, I've seen him before."

"So you're obviously one of the natives of this place," the inventor concludes, standing up straight again and rubbing at his chin slowly. "Well it's nice to meet you. I'm Wheeljack, and this is my buddy Brawn. You certainly don't seem to be a primitive lifeform...for an organic, anyway. Where's your civilization? Our scans of this planet were all negative for any sort of advanced lifeforms."

Rodimus Prime is no doubt up to his spoilers in mud and tar right now as he is hip deep in the unenviable task of searching the area around their arrival point. He still picks up the transmission though, but it's some time before a response comes back. Maybe he was consulting with Impactor.

"I guess that makes sense. If Starsceam and the others are up and operational the Autobots have also activated prematurely. Guess that confirms it. If there's another human, that's a little worrying. It means we're not the only ones who came through that portal. Is there any chance you can get him out of there quietly?"

Reidan pauses "Errm, I just said I was /not/ from around here, and am not supposed to be here." he repeats patiently. The words though, made him blink. How to explain it to these two what he thinks happened. Well, he replies "A very very long time away, and place away. Pleased to meet you both." he tilts the board as Brawn pokes it, and then pats it affectionately "I just got it!"

Amber MacKenzie circles the opposite way from the sound of weaponsfire. It'll take more time, but she doesn't take unnecessary risks. All she has to guide her is a gibbous moon and the brightest, brightest stars she's ever seen. She stops a moment to stare upwards in wonder at the sheer brilliance. Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. Shaking her head in regret, she starts moving again, silently, and hopefully invisibly. There's plenty of cover, but that won't stop sophisticated scanners. Round the peak she goes, more and more slowly as she comes into visual range of that alien piece of technology that housed the Autobots for so long.

The Tiger idly wonders what some of the other Decepticons are up to and whether they woke up. He keeps staring at what's going on below.

"By 'not from here' d'ya mean not from this mountain, or not from this continent, or not from this whole planet? Cuz if it's the last one, we'd be obliged if you had a working ship," Brawn says eagerly. "There's a whole buncha Autobots up on Cybertron about busting their gaskets to know that we made it safe."

"Not to mention we've got to find Prime," Wheeljack adds for good measure. "I don't suppose you -are- a space capable race then?" The inventor asks with a hopeful tone in his voice, "Maybe we could strike some kinda deal?"

Reidan Wesley sniffs "If I had a working craft, do you think /I/ would stay here too? " notes Reidan to Brawn. And then he pauses at Wheeljack "I would LOVE to help you guys out, but I really can't. I'm kind of... accidentally stuck here as well at this point. At least you know how you got here too." he explains awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Remedy grunts as Prime asks her to do something difficult, "I think the only way I could is by breaking cover... And, they may not recognize me. I'm not exactly festooned with the Autobot symbol."

Windshear continues onward till he sees the forest starting to thin out. Cautiously the dead black and gray Seeker starts using the trees as cover as he creeps forward. The farther he gets the thinner the trees get and soon hes just a couple of trees back from an open space near the base of a volcano. He eases behind a huge Redwood and can only cape at the moderately fresh (well fresh to what he knows) wreckage of the Autobot ship Ark. With a mental command he starts recording everything he sees and everything he hears.

As he watches and records he sees what he thinks is Remedy, notices the human that he was vaguely aware of in the fight at the Artifact dig and then he notices an Autobot with 'things' sticking out fo the side of his head that glow periodically. The bot looks vaguely familar but he can't place the mech. He idely starts going through his databanks as he continues to watch and record.

Brawn nods, disappointed but understanding. "Well, you're welcome to what we've got then, we're all in this together. You don't look like you'd last a second against a Decepticon, either, so it's good you found us! I'm Brawn and that's Wheeljack, of Cybertron! Like I said. What planet are you from, friend?"

"Alright..." Comes Rodimus' reply, somewhat static filled due to the distance involved and a lack of any satellite system to relay it over. It would be SO much easier if they were able to tap into Teletran's broadcast range. "Keep observing for now, I guess. And see what happens."

The yawning expanse of the Ark remains open and devoid of life, for the moment it would seem. From circling around the mountainside, Amber can see that there is indeed activity on all sides of Mount St.Hillary. While Brawn and Wheeljack are having their conversation with Reidan, other pairs of Autobots are rumbling around in the other quadrants, looking over their designated grids, even if they're only visible as little more than headlights in the distance.

"I guess we're all marooned here then. Too bad." Wheeljack sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, listening as Brawn makes the friendly offer of sanctuary like any good Autobot would. "Yeah, maybe you've seen some more of this world than we have too. Could always help to get more input. Speaking of Decepticons though, you didn't happen to see any out there did you?" The inventor leans down again, placing one hand against his chest, "They look kinda like us. But they got these purple symbols...and they're pretty mean. We think they took our leader...a big Autobot named Optimus. Red white and blue in color."

Another awkward pause as Reidan blinks a few times, confused "Which pla... oh! Sorry." a pause, as he tries to think. The truth, the lie, or the lie-lie? He fiddled with the edge of his board as he thought on this. "Your offer is very kind, and i think I will accept. I didnt exactly have time to pack my bowie knife and pup tent. And no, I haven't seen anything else except the tiger and deer. No Decepticons. And no, I havent' seen the red and blue one." he notes apologetically.

Amber MacKenzie catches both motion and the faint sound of voices. She crouches uphill of a boulder and brings out her handy camcorder. Zooming in on the motion, she watches the Cybertronians and... is that a fellow human?! Reidan's face fills her viewscreen, and she *thinks* she may have seen him somewhere before. She scans the Cybertronians for insignia and sees enough to verify that most of these are wearing Autobot symbols. Unfortunately, she's simply not familiar enough to Autobots to know who they are. "Well, what now?" she asks herself quietly.

"Leader AND friend," adds Brawn.

"Oh great, more of them," the tiger mutters, as he hears the sound of an extra human voice in the area.

Wheeljack gives a thumbs-up as he straightens, "Alright! I'll just report this in before we head back." He raises one hand and touches itto the side of his head, "Wheeljack to base. We've found what seems to be an organic alien also stranded on this world, and he accepted our offer to come back with us. Maybe we can compare notes and get some ideas on how to get off this rock while we're searching for Prime."

The response takes a moment, but can clearly be heard coming out of the mad inventor's radio, "More organics? Intelligent ones? Strange that teletran missed that. But alright, bring the alien in and we'll see what we can learn. But before you do, you and Brawn check out the perimeter of your grid, we're picking up some kind of disturbances."

"Got it. We'll get right on it," Lowering his hand from his head, Wheeljack nods to his companion nearby, "Maybe it's that flying one we saw earlier. You might be right Brawn, we -could- have some cons lurking about afterall."

Listening idly, Reidan picks his board up as he blinks "MORE intelligent organics? " he asks, only mildly surprised. "Mind if I come along? I will stay out of the way of course."

"Stay behind me if there's shooting," Brawn warns Reidan before turning eagerly to Wheeljack. "Lead on, Jack! I can't wait to bust some cyber-chops!"

Amber MacKenzie frowns to herself, uncertain of what to do next, then shrugs and starts "filming". She normally broadcasts direct to satellite, but her camcorder is top of the line - at least for civilians - and is powered by solar energy. Everyone in sight is recorded on the hard drive for posterity... or at least for Rodimus Prime.

Remedy sees the two bots stop talking, then start conversing about something. "Slag! Prime? What should I do? I'm starting to feel a little bit conspicuous. And, as an aside, Amber is moving into the Ark... Should I break cover?"

"OH, believe me that will be the SECOND thing on my mind. The first being 'get out of here if I can. " notes Reidan "Brave adventurer I may be, my soldiering days are long LONG over."he drops the board, stepping onto it... it was easier to keep up with the two bots like this, going at a slow speed.

Rodimus Prime may or may not have heard the transmission. Why? Because static interference appears to be building up. Another consequence of the range involved and not being tapped into a network like Teletran I by this point.

Remedy doesn't hear anything from Prime. She knows the bots are now sniffing about for something, holsters her revolver, "Primus help me, but, I'm breaking cover... It is likely a good idea to have someone from 'OUR' time with the humans."

Amber MacKenzie finishes her recording and carefully stows the equipment away in her backpack. She wraps extra socks around it so it doesn't clink against her cooking kit and give her away. Once that's done, she slowly slinks towards the Ark Entrance, crouching or even crawling as necessary. She freezes as any Autobot patrols go by, resuming movement when they pass.

"Don't worry." Wheeljack jerks a thumb to himself, "Brawn and I can handle Decepticons no problem. Sure wish Hound was here, but this could be a great chance to try out my newest invention I'd just completed before we crashed."

He opens up a panel in his chest plate and removes a small device that appears to clip onto his forearm and has what looks like a rotating dish attached to the top of it. "I call it my Cybertronium scanner! It picks up any traces of Cybertronium metal and gives direction and distance to the source! In theory, anyway." Tapping a few buttons, the small dish starts to rotate around quickly, before suddenly turning and pointing off STRAIGHT In the general direction of where Remedy's was currently observing from. "...bingo!"

Robot Tiger  mutters something quietly about wishing Predaking was here.

Windshear frowns as he watches this. What the slag are they doing? Hes confused at this point but doesnt dare move. He just keeps recording and recording audio that he himself cant quite make out. The audio track of what hes recorded can be enhanced later.

Reidan Wesley flies along behind the two, watching the trees nervously for the tiger "Gally wasnt kidding about those." he murmers, shifting nervously. He then blinks, a thought occuring "Ahh. Are you going to be shooting first, then asking questions? Or asking questions THEN Shooting?"

Brawn taps his head thoughtfully. "How come it ain't picking me up?"

Remedy doesn't hear anything from Prime. She knows the bots are now sniffing about for something, holsters her revolver, "Primus help me, but, I'm breaking cover... It is likely a good idea to have someone from 'OUR' time with the humans." She then steps out in the open, her hands up, wracking her mind for the designation of the two present, coming up with "Wheeljack" and "Brawn", "Greetings."

"Well that's because it..." Wheeljack starts, but then pauses as Brawn's VERY GOOD question -really- sinks in. "Uh...well it's cause it's uh...it's a motion tracker! See, those trees are moving!" And indeed, Remedy then comes out with her hands up, and Wheeljack has his pistol back in hand, pointing it in her direction, "See!? It works! Sorta. Alright you, keep your hands where we can see them and don't make any funny moves!"

Reidan Wesley's question is unanswered, but then a semi-familiar Autobot also emerges. He falls silent, and deactivates the hoverboard to stand on it, watching anxiously from behind the two Autobots.

Amber MacKenzie comes to a halt in dismay as Remedy breaks cover. She's well hidden for now among the rocks, but... Remedy is her ride back to camp. A hundred-mile trip through Jurassic Park on her own doesn't bode well for her survival. 'Why'd I expect a *Cybertronian* to sneak well?' she thinks to herself. She rests on her knees as she retrieves her Blackberry from her backpack and looks something up. That done, she puts it back and gets the camcorder again and films Remedy's approach. Punching in a frequency afterwards, she sends a databurst in a repeat cycle for three seconds, then ends the transmission. "Bugger," she mutters and then stows everything away and resumes her own approach. If she gets caught, she gets caught. She has nowhere else to go.

Remedy keeps her hands clear and visible, looking between the bots, "Hi, Wheeljack, Brawn. I'm called Remedy." While she says this, she tries comming Rodimus Prime, "Rodimus, I hope you can here me! Wheeljack and Brawn are here! I had to break cover... Apparently Wheeljack is as legendary as the stories tell." She looks at the human, "I've seen the human before"

"Remedy? Never heard of ya," Brawn growls as he keeps his own pistol levelled straight at her, "I bet she's a con spy!"

"But that looks like an Autobot sigil..." Wheeljack cuts in suddenly, though his tone is confused. "But we didn't bring any female Autobots with us, and I don't remember any Decepticon ones on that boarding party either. Something very strange is going on here. How'd you get here?" Wheeljack barely has time to ask the question before the device bolted on his forearm starts beeping loudly again, then suddenly WRENCHES itself off of his forearm and goes sailing off in an arc through the air. "...hey! What the, come back here!"

The little device goes hurtling through the air with a purpose as it homes in RIGHT on Windshear's position, seeking the seeker out and trying to attach itself to him like an amorous facehugger.

Brawn just twitches once...his pistol half lowering to the ground, "...you and your inventions!"

Remedy blinks, watching the device take off, "PRIMUS! No wonder his workshop is out in the boonies!" She switches her gaze between the two, knowing not to alert the other bots, "That is pretty crazy. Your reputation preceeds you, Wheeljack."

Reidan Wesley squeaks as he watches this too, putting a hand to his heart. His eyes were wide. He says nothing, for or against Remedy's defense at this point as he sniffs the air, then sneezes vigorously

Robot Tiger  stares as some contraption looks to be fixing itself on Windshear's face! He's not sure what to do yet. "Need help?" he shortranges to the Seeker.

Amber is in luck as she continues to sneak her way into the Ark. With no knowledge of the tiny humans, there's nothing to really stop her from sneaking her way in undetected as the security systems of the spaceship were designed with Cybertronians in mind and not small organics. And even -then-, as the future will tell, they're not very good at keeping Decepticons out either.

And if there -were- an Autobot in the ranks that were capable of "sniffing" her out, he isn't inside the base at the moment...so the yawning interior expanse of the crashed startship is easily accessed.

Windshear is sorting through his memory banks trying to place the Autobot with the glowing extension on his helm and he also sees to his dismay that Remedy -- the bot femme from his time has no made contact with these other Autobots. Stupid Femme, he thinks to himself and for a moment debates on breaking his cover to get her out of there. The damage has already been done but try to lesson it at least.

While the Seeker is considering this suddenly his radar picks up something small and electronic warping straight at him from the Glow eared Autobot. Hes being attacked! How did the know he was there? He has no time to react as this device is moving too fast for even a Transformers optics to follow Windshear is abruptly slammed in the face with the device and stumbles back and aside from the tree grabbing his face and staggering.

Possibly to everyones surprise a dead Seeker suddenly comes around from the tree clutching his face and the sounds of a muffled cry can be heard as hes literally in a tug of war with Wheeljacks machine.

It is then that Windshear's databanks come back with a match on the Autobot responsible for the facehugging assault hes dealing with now:

Wheeljack; Autobot Scientest and inventor of questionable skill...

Amber MacKenzie is startled by the commotion herself, but uses it to her advantage. While most people are staring at either Remedy or the staggering Windshear, she slips through the cavernous entrance into the Ark itself. The first thing she looks for is a hiding place, and oversized equipment has lots of cover for small Terrans. She slides in between two what's-its and tries to catch her breath. As quietly as possible. Although she's frightened, she keeps still and tries to listen for anything other than her own pounding heart.

Brawn grunts, his own gun half lowered now as he's not sure if he should be pointing it at Remedy or not right now, "Yeah well with -his- reputation, he's lucky it didn't explode in his fa..."

"Look!" Wheeljack suddenly points as Windshear comes stumbling out from behind the tree, wrestling with the device as it tries to make sweet, sweet electronic love to his face.

"Hah! I know a seeker when I see one! Nail him!" Being the old-school gung-ho type Autobots that they are, Wheeljack and Brawn don't hesitate to open fire with their weapons, a scattering of energy blasts starting to impact the area all around Windshear and drawing menacingly closer as they adjust their aim.

Robot Tiger  dashes through the bush to try to guide Windshear back into cover. "NOT THAT WAY!" he shortranges.

"Look out! Another Tiger!" warns Reidan as he sees something moving through the bush, waving Remedy to one side to try and get her out of the way as well as he backs up a good twenty feet.

If there's one thing Amber gets a close eye view of as she takes cover just in the nick of time, it's the sudden blaring of alarm klaxons, then the thundering of heavy feet going past. She can hear voices, though she can't see their owners as they lumber past towards the exit.

"Jeepers, we can't even catch a break and the Decepticons are already going to overrun us again!" The first whines somewhat.

A gruff voice answers, "Quit yer bellyachin and step it up! Iffin there's `cawns involved, we owe `em a good bustin' up fer taking Prahm!"

Windshear gets the short range from Rampage right as he gets shot across a wing and a leg by lasers. He stumbles back from that and with one last pull gets the thing off his face. Surprisingly his face is ok, just a bit scuffed. With a fanged sneer he glares at the thing and then rips it in two. His glare shifts to the Autobots in front of him as he throws the peices down. "Wheeljack is it?" he snaps and then looks at Remedy, "Do you have ANY idea the damage you are causing right now?" he doesnt wait for a reply and short ranges to Rampage ""Retreat!"" Then the Seeker extends his blades out of his arms with a loud wolverine claw shcinkt sound, and starts heading straight for the group in front of him. But at the last minute he does a running transformation and goes full afterburner right over them as he flies off, low and as fast as he can.

Remedy sees the human's motions, and moves some distance away, wondering why..

Amber MacKenzie jumps as the klaxons blast their warning, but her hiding place is still secure. Though she'd rather regain some composure, she recognizes this second opportunity. As soon as the sound of footsteps and voices fade away, she peers out and around, mostly looking for more hiding places but also trying to get a feel for what's there. Alien techology, doh. Another second of listening, then she dashes for a crevice between a... whatever and the wall behind it. The sound of oncoming footsteps make her dive into her next hiding space, which is thankfully wide enough that she can do a forward flip and land on her feet. She sighs, but this place is a good one. The 'crevice' continues behind an entire wall of equipment, and she can walk right down the middle of it.

Reidan Wesley turns to dive out of the way too, finding a rock to hide behind as he waves Remedy further back so she doesnt get shot. He blinks, recognising the 'dead seeker' "Oh, not him!"

More laserfire follows Windshear as he transforms and makes a break for it, but the seeker is fortunate enough that Brawn and WHeeljack score no more hits as they shift the aim on their weapons to follow, finally ceasing fire when they see the aerial form has risen completely out of reach. "Seekers skulking around, that's a little more familiar, ain't it?" The minibot pipes up for good measure.

But Wheeljack is staring over towards Remedy by this point, studying her intently, and though his gun isn't pointed at her right now, there's some hidden thoughts going on in the back of his head that he isn't betraying to anybody just yet. "I think it's time we started trying to figure out what's going on here. Miss, you're coming with us back to the Ark." There's a hint in the inventor's tone that makes it sound like it's not a suggestion. "Red, you catch a ride with Brawn."

Robot Tiger  turns tail and bounds into the forest, away from the Autobots. "Cheese it! It's the fuzz!"

Reidan Wesley blinks and looks at Wheeljack at that, nodding quietly. He was pale as he picked up his hoverboard "A good idea. I need to sit down a little bit really. " he had a feeling he was in trouble too

Remedy isn't about to argue with Wheeljack, and, it would put her in close proximity to Amber, wherever she is in the Ark. She keeps her hands away from the obvious weapons on her waist, following Wheeljacks commands