Within the darkness of space; two vessels race across the stars to reach earth where the fallen now rest. The Autobots ship dubbed the Emissary was set to touch down on earth first but that did not mean they would land in one piece. Behind them the Decepticon ship named the Dreadnaught (Placeholder). They also wanted to get to earth for their own reasons, only two reasons remained the same. One was to bring back the fallen and the second one was to destroy the other side. The Decepticons on Cybertron needed new or unlimited energy as they were running out, the Decepticons felt it was time they went down to get some.

Pieces of various rocks, metal and other debris floated in space, some from man themselves and others from other stars and planets. Both vessels screaming across space to reach earth first, both crushing and destroying any and all debris that got in the way, most of it becoming space dust. Stray debris would be destroyed by all incoming fire by both vessels heading towards the planet, the big blue planet could be seen and it slowly got bigger and bigger the closer the Autobots and Decepticons got.

It had been a long 30 years since the last batch of energy came through thanks to the Autobots meddling. The Emissary was slick and streamlined to travel at a faster pace while giving off the friendly vibe. On top of that is had good defence to keep the Decepticons at bay. However the Dreadnaught (Placeholder) was slower but had the fire power and armour to take whatever the Autobots threw at them. It was not slick or streamlined, it was big, powerful and had ridges and sharp elements to it. The vessel screamed evil. The darkness of space was no longer pure darkness as high energy beams were fired from all directions, earth was near and neither side wanted the other to reach it. Both ships had been locked in battle several times so far, but neither budging nor backing off.

Both ships were partly damaged but not on the scale of major damage, more on the minor side. The earth atmosphere soon pulling both ships into orbit, all weapons were off line at this point and so they could only fall down to the world below. Both ships heating up and would have burned away if the metals on the ship were from earth. Parts did fall off as space soon became nothing more than clouds, both vessels shaking violently as they drew ever closer to the landscape below them. Both would end up in different locations, the Dreadnaught would land in Death Valley and the Autobots would land 40 miles to the east of the Decepticons.

Both ships did not crash but the landing was not an easy one as the Dreadnaught would have landed in the sands of Death Valley with harsh rocky terrain in the background. The Autobots would have landed in a more green like area. They purposely avoided crashing into any area with human life. The Autobots did in fact land first and as they did changed the landscape around them, it did not destroy it more misshaped it. The Decepticons came down three minutes later causing sand to kick up into the air and cause what looked like a sand storm, some of their vessel being partly buried in sand. Unlike their predecessors the Autobots and Decepticons were not damage and so the carnage would happen so much quicker.

Of course humans were aware the Transformers had landed and unlike last time they were not pleased to see them. In fact many high up officials wanted them gone and so ordered those below to remove the alien race from there world. Last time there was so much destruction, even more so in the final battle between Optimus Prime and Megatron. The fights took place in several states before the battle was finished. Elsewhere Transformers like Starscream and Ironhide battled elsewhere, Soundwave and Sidewipe as well as many other battles which ended before Optimus Primes and Megatrons battle. A few were killed before, mostly the Autobots.

In the end the humans were left with the end result and so they decided not to let this happen again. They took the matrix and hide it and they also took all the fallen Transformers and placed them all in the confines of a desert cut off from man. It was referred to as the rust yard, a place of the dead though would they stay dead?

Both sides were now on earth and both sides could now leave the vessel and finally touch down on the earth’s surface. Both factions seeing and experiencing different things.

The approach to the planet, with it's richly organically alive blue-white surface wrapped in filmy clouds of vapour had been chaotic. There had barely been time since the emergence from transwarp to admire the planet or make sense of the myriad of primitive electromagnetic signals and radiation pouring off of the planet before the Decepticons had been at them, hammering them with all manner of weapons fire.
The pilot of the Autobot vessel had done their level best, keeping the battle a moving affair. Weaving through and around the astronomical features of the system, and pulling out every well-learned and well-remembered trick in the book. They'd got some knocks in on the Decepticon ship to be sure, but in the end the hostile vessel had them outgunned and outweighed.
Nonetheless, both ships had been heavily damaged as they'd arrived in orbit, and lacking in suitable control and timing, had been forced to make a barely controlled landing, heading for the area least built-up and with the most open space in the continental landmass below.
Screaming through the planets' dense atmosphere, buffeted and thrown around like pebbles in a tin can along with the ship disintegrating and falling apart around them, many of the Autobots had been thrown off-line temporarily, or massively disoriented - and then the ship had hit the ground, travelling at many hundreds of miles an hour, the impact enough to do more damage.

Treadbolt had been luckier than some - in the upper decks of the ship, he'd only been merely smashed around at uncomfortable velocity, enough to leave his sensors whirling and trying to make sense of which way was up, before he detached himself from the rooms' fittings and regained his balance.
The ship was eerily silent, but for the clicking and groaning of settling, cooling metal and the rattle of broken and smashed systems trying to return to some form of operation.
Grimacing, the heavy soldier made his way to the door, half twisted out of its' frame by the warping of the ships' hull from the impact.
Trying his internal comms - and relived to find them working - he sent out a message to his fellow Autobots. It was a simple enough one:
"Is anyone still alive?"

All in all, it was the usual day as far as the standard of this week went. Of course, that meant that Nightscream's console on the bridge was lit up red with alarms. Of course, she ignored most of them. It took all of her efforts to keep the really critical systems from appearing on that list. That was somewhat manageable when the Dreadnought was just trying to catch the autobot ship in it's way to earth while being fired upon, dodging and being impacted by asteroids and debris. That she could do.

The problem she was having right now though was the uncontrolled descent into Earth's atmosphere they found themselves in. Far from a controlled landing, Nightscream and whoever it was at the helm were trying to keep the Dreadnought in orbit. But after the last fight, their efforts were proving fruitless. When the communications between engineering and the bridge were severed, Nightscream has had enough. By now only she could keep the ship from crashing uncontrollably if she was to presume the controls on the bridge were out as well, but she was receiving no data from the outside.

There was only one choice. Slaving the controls to herself, the Fem'Con left her station, running towards the nearest airlock while issuing the order to prepare for crash landing everywhere her communications could still get through. She needed to keep the ship from pivoting in any direction, lest it would disintegrate in a blaze of fire. As she ran to the airlock, she nearly rammed into another Con that didn't seem to either receive her order or possess a flying alt mode. "Jump on if you want to live!" she offered as she transformed into her jet form, not giving him more than few seconds before she blasted out of the ship. Finally able to see where the ship was heading, she got completely immersed in crashing it with some degree of control instead of just letting it drop, completely forgetting to check if anyone was riding on her back. The console was still fortunately receiving commands form her, and she was able to use the maneuvering thrusters to keep the ship in more or less straight line.

In no more than a minute, the Dreadnought buried itself in the sand somewhere on Earth. Firing up her engines, she entered the cloud of dust, using her radar to find an entry point. Finally finding the entrance to the main hangar, she carefully approached: "Is anyone still alive?" she said using the loudspeakers as well as intercom to reach as far as she could.

"HUH?"
Big Bang awoke as his capsule, broken loose from its position on the bottom of the Dreadnought (Placeholder), streaked through the mesosphere.
"ARE WE THERE YET? I HOPE WE ARE, THE CAPSULE IS BORING."
The capsule's heat shielding began to degrade as he neared the surface.
"GUYS?"
What little remained of the capsule that hadn't already melted off or disintegrated was destroyed as Big Bang hit the Atlantic. A massive aircraft carrier bobbed in the center of the wreckage, undamaged save for a few scorch marks.
"DOES THAT MEAN YES?"
Somewhere in the back of Big Bang's mind, a subprocessor instinctively checked his supplies.
Spark Stasis Rigs-Fully Intact
Stored Jet Chassis-Fully Intact
Energon Reserve-Fully Intact
All Systems Green
"HOORAY!"

The group whilst initially excited by the close race and fighting between the two rival ships. Eventually got bored by how drawn out and long it became and soon settled down for eventual crash landing. Mug full of energon coffee sloshing in mug Blast Pipe leaned against the wall. "So it begins eh? Well at least get off this stinking ship and finally do something already." he said.

Gage scoffed at Blast Pipe saying, "Your processors need to be checked if you think we can simply hop out and fight. Although... this planet does look intriguing. "

The ship creaked and groaned as they entered the atmosphere and descend at an amazing rate to where they would land and sent everyone flying. Wheelclimb who was either napping in a meditative introspective trance over their current situation or asleep rumbled into activity the moment he got flung into a wall and denting it. "My sensory apparatuses are spinning!" Highball cried as he was the first one of the group to rise. His curiosity of the planet they landed overriding his sense of discomfort and danger. "So what do we do next? I want to scout this planet!" he quickly added

Just then another voice came about on the intercom asking about personal status. "It seems we should check up on the others." said Wheelclimb.

"Yeah it seems that rust bucket is still around and rolling. You can guys can while I go outside and see this place."

"Ooh can I join too?" said Highball

"Sure. But don't get in the way..." he said back to him.

The two kicked down a busted door leading them to something odd they haven't seen. Different colors around them and the ground with some sort of soft green substance. Not at all like environment of Velocitron or event that place called Cybertron that started this mess. Meanwhile the two others finally climbed upstairs and found the grizzled soldier. Wheelclimb merely extended a hand to Treadclimb .

"So where's the others?" Gage said with a coolness in his voice.

"Living!? LIFE DOES NOT MATTER, ONLY THE DEATH OF THE DECEPTICONS!" Krieg roared through his communication system when he heard a message from another Autobot. Krieg was itching for the slaughter of Decepticons. It was an incredible battle, well not to Krieg, who was wanting for the ships to engage close enough to each other that he could board the ship and fight the Decepticons with his bare-hands. However, it was a flashy show of ranged combat, not the art of more personal war, but an impersonal one that Krieg could not truly take pleasure from. Oh, but he had to admit the Autobot pilot did a fantastic job avoiding as much space debris as possible, all the while trying to avoid any more shots from the Dreadnought. As to be expected the Emissary took much damage, and due to the devastation caused, it was going to crash land onto this strange planet. Krieg had braced himself for impact.

Krieg stared upon the soft, green ground. This alien world was strange, and weak. "ARE DECEPTICONS IN THE AREA?" Krieg reached down with his hands, as he pulled out a few chunks of rubble from the Emissary. Repairs of this ship would be impossible from this state, so this world has us marooned. Well this is an interesting development. Such a senseless waste of craftsmanship... he thought to himself, as he shook his head as he returned the chunks of machine parts onto the ground. He activated his communication again, "AGAIN, ARE THERE ANY DECEPTICONS NEAR ANY OF YOUR LOCATIONS!? I HUNGER FOR THEIR DEMISE! DEATH TO THE DECEPTICONS!"

Swerve Back rode in his own little hiding spot on the Emassary, away from everyone. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest move since it also kind of fell off the ship, with Swerve hanging on for life as the ship descended he eventually slipped off before touch down. As he fell he knew death was more than likely imminent but he got a good glimpse into the sky, seeing the deceptions coming down to the East.

His back was the first thing to hit the ground tearing through the ship before landing on the bottom floor, in immense pain, Swerve heard communications coming in, "Check, does my relay still work?" He called over the coms. "Blasts that hurts," he whispered as he rose to his feet disoriented ready to keel over at any moment. "No deceptions here, their ship went down, somewhere else. I can't tell the direction, data store is scrambled, sensors just as bad."

Breakout did not like ship to ship combat at all. In fact, it'd be safe to say that Breakout hated ship to ship combat. It just seemed like the worst way to fight in space. Boarding actions were fine and good as far as he was concerned, really. Well, depending on the size of the ship, small ships that turned into massive shootouts with little cover weren't good either. If it was a big ship, though, then he could actually sneak around and act like the Decepticon Cyber-Ninja that he was, but ship to ship combat had always seemed like the worst to him, a suicidal affair that turned into a ridiculous slugfest where the possibility of doing anything other than trading shots was rare and the crew members had to sit there in a floating death-trap waiting for the hulls to breach from an unlucky shot. Breakout did not like ship to ship combat one bit, no sir.

This particular instance of ship to ship combat was the worst he'd ever experienced, so to say he was not happy to be there would be the understatement of the century. Perhaps of the millenium. Fraggin planet, fraggin autobots, fraggin mission, fraggin ship to ship combat.The things I put myself through for the cause he thought as he scrambled about the ship heading towards the one spot where, according to the schematics, the armor was thickest and therefore least likely to explode. His actual place in the ship wasn't quite doing it for him, what with the missing piece of hull sucking Decepticons out into the planet. He'd already gone through that once before along with a couple hundred other vehicons and was not looking forward to experiencing it again, what with the one in 50 survival chance. It was definitely time to relocate.

"Jump on if you want to live!" It'd been the female flyer, Starnight or something, the wannabe seeker with a chip on her shoulder who'd taken it upon herself to act as the commanding officer no one has asked for. Well, at least she was cooperating. Unfortunately for the unlucky comrade she had yelled at, she took off almost instantly and the startled decepticon took a moment longer than he should've to make the jump, leaping straight into the abyss instead. Fat lot of good that cooperation was. "If you actually want to live, you'll follow me! Armor's thickest this way!" he yelled as he transformed into a sleek cybertronian car, racing down the ship's many corridors as fast as he could, dodging stray decepticons which often joined his pack as word spread.

And then that chunk of the ship crumbled and broke apart under enemy fire, one of the final shots fired, if not the very last one. Breakout would've called the Dreadnaught a piece of scrap but that was an accurate description now. Skidding to a stop while many others swerved to avoid him and drove right out the ship, the decepticon ninja surveyed the situation. The ship was well and truly doomed, time to ditch. Thankfully, all the others had scrambled elsewhere when his plan went down in flames, giving him plenty of room to back away and rev his engines up. This, at least, was something a ninja could do, Breakout thought with what would've been a smile had his face included a mouth. And it was gonna be good.

Full throttle, nothing held back, Breakout went from zero to really damn fast, ramping up a demolished section of the ship and practically exploding out of its hull. No time to admire the scenery, it was cyber-ninja time. Rapidly transforming mid-air, the now freefalling robot quickly reshaped the ends of his fingers into deadly claws and fired them at what looked like the least damaged portion of the Dread-no, the least damaged portion of the crashing scrap-pile. Strong wires, originally stored in compressed liquid form, still connected the ends of the claw-like digits to the rest of his body as they pierced the weakened hull, giving Breakout a whole ten grappling hooks with which he ensured he would not simply drift away.

But that wasn't all. By triggering the wires' recompression, he dragged himself towards the ship by his fingertips, approaching the crashing Dreadnaught at breakneck speeds while at the same time unsheating his forearm-mounted diffraction swords. The speed of the impact sunk the blades in deeper into the hull than any blow of his might ever have accomplished. The impact rattled him, true, but he was well and truly secure in his position, crouched on the rear of the ship as it crashlanded with a deafening roar louder than most weapons. If he was rattled before, he was well and truly stunned then. Only when it was over did Breakout consider that his ability to magnetize his wheels could've accomplished all this in a much easier, safer manner. Oh well.

After taking some time to pry the rather stuck swords from the hull's remains, he actually engaging that function and casually strolled on top of the wreck, ignoring the giant cloud of dust the impact had blasted up (such things were of no concern to a cyber-ninja after all) and seeing if he could find anyone else that had survived the crash. Well, it seemed Air Commander had made it, at least. "Was wondering the same thing. Makes two now, Starnight".

Nightscream transformed back to her robot form and looked over her shoulder to the source of the voice. It was Breakout. It wasn’t really hard to remember his name - The vehicon stuck out like a sore thumb. Of course, he got her wrong, but she couldn’t really blame that on anyone but herself - she hardly ever shown outside of her labs. And even if she could, she learned long time ago that other decepticons are best handled with disdain and not retaliation. “Its Nightscream. You should remember it. Its the name you should scream in agony when you need a severed arm reattached.” the seeker shrugged it off. Speaking of reattaching arms, somebody somewhere in the ship probably needed something like that.

“Good, more eyes. Help me search and pray there’s someone left, because the Autobots are not further than seventy kilometers from here and they have a head start.” she said, her tone not really being that of an order, but rather of Shockwave logic.

Walking ahead, she stopped at the first console she found not far from the entrance and tried to access some of the Dreadnought’s systems. When the diagnostic spew popped up on the screen, she had to smile. Apparently her piloting was not too shabby. “Ship’s largely intact. Sensors are down as well as weapons, but nothing we can’t fix. She’ll be ready to fly again if we can dig her up.” Nightscream reported, pulling up an internal schematic. “There is some activity here and here,” she pointed to the screen, “Should we split up and search?” she looked at the vehicon, not really used to being in command or working with anybody for that matter.

Big Bang wasn't sure where to go, so he just sailed in a straight line for a few hours until something happened- "something" in this case being a naval patrol.
Big Bang's internal radio crackled to life, "Attention, unidentified vessel! Please state your affiliation, business, and designation!"
"WHAT?"
"Who are you?"
"MY FRIENDS CALL ME BIG BANG, BUT YOU CAN CALL ME BIG BANG."
There was a long silence. Dread filled the patrol.
"...Will you allow yourself to be escorted to a shipyard?"
"KAY."
"In that case- wait, you're agreeing?"
"SURE, YEAH."
"You're willing to come with us to the naval yard."
"YUP."
"You're coming quietly."
"I AM BEING EXTRA QUIET BECAUSE I AM IN DISGUISE."

Autobots built to last. It was simply one of the differences between Autobots and Decepticons. Decepticons were artless in building, their constructs fragile things, built hastily and for singular purposes. The Autobots were builders by nature, creators where the Decepticons were destroyers. They build things meant to endure, they did more than raise buildings and highways. They wove metal into art. This is what saved the Emissary when it crashed upon the Earth, that and preserved the mechanical beings held within.

The sisters had barely managed to make it back into the ship in time before passing into the atmosphere. They'd been outside, hunting the last few Decepticons that had tried to board during the trip through the space gate. Once inside, they'd combined, the better to survive a massive crash. That was what the others called her in that state. They had braced themselves in a doorframe and waited for the collision. Once they were down the sisters separate; Chassis, Wheelie and XTC lifted their armoured face plates and peered about.

"We've arrived." Wheelie stated, her optics all asparkle, clearly excited to explore a brand new world.

"Of course we have," XTC laughed, her tone mocking.

"Enough girls," Chassis replied, grasping onto the door frame and rising up onto her singular wheel, "We need to roll out and look for survivors."

She offered her hand to XTC. Experience told Chassis that XTC would linger overlong if not moved into action. Helping her sister up while Wheelie just jumped back onto her wheel.

"Autobots," Chassis declared, "Roll out."

Transforming into an outlandish two wheeled vehicle that had never, could never have existed on the planet Earth, Chassis accelerated down the circular corridor, her sisters following close behind, almost as if jockeying for position. A pile of strewn debris blocked their way and Chassis rolled up the wall, using centripetal force to ride the ceiling until she was down the other wall. Wheelie simply jumped, her two wheels bucking down hard against the deck plating and propelling her into the air to transform into robot form before somersaulting and resuming her vehicular form in one swift movement. XTC, simply leaped, not even bothering to transform to her robot form.



"~nyone... till... alive?"

Chassis transformed, crouching down, one wheel beneath her body and held her hand against the antenna in her head.

"This is Chassis. Please retransmit?" she transmitted. With dozens of decks between them and the ship's main power out there was too much metal and too many sparking malfunctioning conduits between them to get a signal through, "I say again. This is Recon Alpha Two. Please retransmit."

Her other two sisters were silent. Wheelie was looking around like she was expecting something to jump out and engage in combat but that was just who she was.

"We need to go up," XTC suggested, "Get height advantage. Get a lay of the land."

Chassis knew XTC was going to suggest that. She liked knowing where everything was, what they were doing and ready to drop the hammer on any of them.

"We go for Command and Control. That's where everyone else will be going." Chassis concluded, issuing it like an order, "After that we'll see about repairing systems. Most importantly, see if we can get the Emissary's stealth capabilities online."

Meanwhile outside of the ship crash Blast Pipe was busy keeping Highball from running too loose as they scouted the planet. "Oooh so pretty I haven't seen this many colors since the neon district back home." said Highball as he prances about as he focused on a strange life form. It seemed not to be made of metals but of something else. The animal had a fairly boring color and an oddly smooth almost streamlined shape to it. It walked toward him in an odd bobbing gait before bolting off when he moved. He then started chasing after it saying, "You want to race? Fine but don't be upset when I beat you!"

Blast Pipe was momentarily distracted by yet another transmission. It seems as everyone on the ship on the ship had just started to come alive after the crash. Oddly enough he couldn't remember all the others during the ride. However that was neither here or there as "HEY YOU STUPID BRAT DON'T RUN OFF DAMMIT! GET BACK HERE!" he yelled as he ran after Highball. He continued chasing him through the somewhat verdant environment before tackling him on the ground and smacking him on the head.

The first reply to Treadbolts' message made his head ring a little. Whoever it was, they were LOUD, and apparently had no internal volume control. Adjusting the volume, he was about to reply, when a second message - at a much more civilized level - came back.
"Chassis, Recon Alpha Two - this is Treadbolt. Glad to hear someone else survived the uh, impact. I think there's others too. I'm making my way to the bridge. See you there".
Switching frequency, he transmitted again to whomever it was that had the lack of volume control.
"This is Treadbolt. I'm heading to the bridge, as is the only other survivor I got in touch with. If you want to meet us there, we'll work out where the heck we are, and what the situation is".
The bulky soldier picked his way through the corridors and by-ways of the wrecked ship, pausing on occasion to take note of those who had - alas - perished or forced offline from damage. Eventually, he found himself outside the bridge doors. With a heave, he managed to force and coax the doors apart enough to slide his considerable bulk and frame through, and found himself on the bridge.

Part buried and with wreckage and debris hanging, the once hi-tech centre had seen better days. With a sigh, he picked past the broken shapes of more robots, and experimentally tested a few controls - with no positive response.
"Slag," he muttered, before turning to await the others' arrival.

Autobots

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Swerve Back heard some communication still, all said go to the bridge. "Shouldn't be hard," he said before looking around, not exactly any easy way out of the dark pit he trapped himself in, it was all knocked offline. He began wandering around falling over every now and then, still regaining proper orientation. "Might as well try coms again," he said to himself before switching to coms, "Hello, anyone reading me? Im trapped on the ground floor. Any help is welcome"

Talking hurt, his body hurt, so he sat down needing to recharge. "Smallest member of the team, and here I am falling out of ships and then through them. What the hell did I do to deserve this Primus?!" he shouted angrily

The communication line sparked up for Krieg, as he learned of other Autobot's plans to head over to the bridge, but also a message of "Trapped on the ground floor." Krieg rubbed the palms of his hands, as he glared down at the ground and punched it. Far too soft. Krieg glanced into the distance, as he noticed some small creature approaching. It had strange and smooth appearance, but it was a shade of dark brown, which was somewhat normal. It had a strange black snout, and some strange exhaust pipe which did not appear to be emitting any smoke. It also had claws, which weak and puny, were maybe not as weak to those smaller. The beast, while small got up and began roaring at Krieg. Krieg stared at it, as he pointed at the beast, "CREATURE, you dare challenge me!?" Krieg took two loud clanging steps backwards, and the beast began running away.

"COWARD!" Krieg roared, he swung his right foot at the beast, as he heard a small crunch. The beast flew over the strange constructs which littered the land with a brown beam and some strange green roofing. Krieg lifted his foot up, as he realized he had some of the creature's oil stuck on it. He began wiping it off with his left hand, as he glanced back at some rubble from the crash. "Trapped individual, I am reading you. IT WOULD NOT TAKE LONG FOR ME TO FREE YOU FROM YOUR BINDINGS. AS THERE ARE NO DECEPTICONS TO COMBAT, I SUPPOSE I SHALL FREE YOU FROM YOUR BINDINGS, FOR YOU ARE NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO FREE YOURSELF. FOR THIS YOU WILL OWE ME ONE FAVOR." Krieg began trudging along with his loud stomping to find Swerve Back. During this he noticed another small brown creature, this one Krieg picked up with his right hand, as swung his arm around and around, before tossing the creature over the structures, as he did with the first. "That was fun, somewhat. I need to find more of those things to toss and kick..."

Autobots
The painful yelling began again in Swerve's head just before he could continue cursing Primus, "Thanks for the help I guess Primus," he winced out. "Thank you, very loud person. My name is Swerve Back, you are?" he asked, he could hear the massive steps approaching. Loud, clearly big, easily able to kill me, great friend, he thought.

"And yes, I will give you your favor eventually, once I get the chance." He added quickly, before stepping away from the wall in case big man decided to burst through the wall right where he was.

Krieg stomped along as he saw a large pile of wreckage. Krieg paused for a moment, as he was checking the signal of where he received the communication from. Yes, this large pile of wreckage was where this man was trapped. Krieg walked up to wall on the right as he began examining it. Krieg watched as he saw some bright orange metal glimmer, as the molten liquid was dripping down. Krieg shook his head as he banged on the wall softly well as softly as Krieg could anyway, "I presume you are there." Krieg curled his right hand into a fist as he covered it with his left hand. Krieg stared at the tomb of wreckage, watching a few electrical sparks emit from it and crawling down with a bit of molten slag. Krieg began trudging backwards, with a devastating clang with each step back.

Krieg paused in the field, as he began rushing towards the metal tomb, as he held out his right palm and released his crane from his palm through the air at incredible speeds. It slammed down in the middle of the roof so deep that part of the hook was clearly visible inside the tomb. Krieg smirked as he whipped back the roof like ruin off the tomb that held Swerve Back. The roof flew through the air as the much less attached cogs, screws, and nails flew through the sky, He then brought down the crane hook down, with the attached piece of the ruins down to the earth with an incredible blow, which resulted in a powerful and audible boom. From the massive series of beams, vast amounts of smaller plane like creatures began fleeing, although they were propelled by some flapping motion instead of actual propellers, and large chunks of the ground below was shot out with an incredible velocity. Krieg smirked as the very piece of the roof rubble collapsed and broke apart, inadvertently creating a ramp near the wall. Krieg then dashed up the ramp, as he reeled back his crane hook back into his hand. He jumped into the room as he stared at Swerve Back, "I WILL CARRY YOU OUT OF THIS, YOU WERE INJURED AND UNABLE TO ESCAPE!"

Before Swerve Back could answer, Krieg would grab him in his left arm, as he rushed towards the wall which was furthest from Swerve Back. He rushed in charging straight forward, keeping his right shoulder to take the shock as he destroyed the wall, which shattered into several pieces which flew in many directions, but primarily the same way that Krieg was going. The ramp fell down as he stomped onto it. Krieg glanced at the field as he placed Swerve Back down on the strange and soft green terrain. Krieg stared at Swerve Back for a moment, before he spoke again. "I am Krieg."

Lt. Jeremy White was not having a good day in the slightest.
"Yes sir, we have one of the robots."
"You managed to capture one?"
"No sir, it, uh, it came willingly."
"Well then, lieutenant, how do you know it's not planning something? At least tell me you stationed some security on the damn thing!"
"Er, well, you see, with all due respect, sir..."
The lieutenant scratched his head, wondering how best to put this.
"...It's really big and we don't want to piss it off."
There was a long pause.
"Has it done anything?"
"Not directly, no."
"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, it, uh..."
He looked out the window, watching the holographic crewmen going about their business as a faint glow played across the bridge windows.
"...It's been staring at us, sir. For hours. It's beginning to have an impact on morale."
"TOUCHDOOOOOWN!"
"Lieutenant, what was that?"
"That's the robot, sir. It does that whenever they get a home-run at the baseball field."
"Look, just- just keep it there while I discuss this with the higher-ups."
"Yessir."
No, Lt. White was not having a very good day at all.

"Yes, alright, Nightscream it is. Think I knew a guy with that name, or six of them. All of them male, yes". Breakout continued to pace around on top of the Dreadnaught's hull, inspecting both the damage and his new surroundings, which were rather dull and dusty. "Ever consider that being a flyer whose name ends with "scream" makes others about twice as wary of being stabbed in the back? No offense, it's just hard to shake that connection, he tried so hard". Unlike many other Decepticons, Breakout didn't mind the company of his comrades and was prone to smalltalk, kind of a carryover from his days as part of squads which always numbered in the hundreds. It probably bothered his comrades but he either didn't notice or didn't care. Still, he jumped down next to Nightscream and checked the info displayed on the console. Then it hit him. "Uuuh, speaking of digging the ship up...wasn't Big attached to the ship's keel? As in the part that we just carved a new highway into this planet with?"

Autobots

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Swerve back couldn't even react as he watched the roof being torn from over head, not a wall being smashed just a roof being torn from place "Damn, he has to be massive to pull this off," his voice in utter shocked amazement. The next thing Swerve was about to do was climb out, that is until he heard the monster of an Autobot shouting that he was going to carry him out. "This oughta end well," was his first thought, his next thought ended up being "What the hell he's twice my size!!" which was all he could think as the hulking mass carried him out of the wreckage like he was nothing more than one of the cogs that fell on Swerve when the roof was ripped off.

He was set down on the Earth's terrain, it felt odd compared to the metals he was used to feeling, he would have to calibrate later.
"I am Krieg"
"Nice to meet you Krieg, did anyone ever tell you you are massive?"