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Terran date: January 21st, 2007.

To: Autobot Prime Rodimus Prime

Medical Log For Terran Date January 21, 2007
Log Author: Chief Autobot Medic First Aid
Subject: Current Medical Status of Non-Cybertronian Abductees

On Terran Date January 9, 2007, reports were sent in from Terran broadcast centres that most of the abductees from Earth had been found and returned to their homes, albeit in a very peculiar physical state. Human medics were unable to explain the causes of their subjects' injuries, and on Terran Date January 15, 2007, I recieved a request from one of the human medics serving the Terran city known as Portland, to see if I could provide input, as initial examinations suggested that the abductees were subjected to medical proceedures of a very advanced technological nature, and they believed that, as an Autobot from an "advanced technological civilisation", I would be able to give an expert analysis.

My formal analysis was that the abductees had been subjected to some kind of biomechanical experimentation, conducted on a scale too advanced for current Cybertronian technology, and by an individual or individuals with both access to and the willingness to use such technology for such purposes known only to them.

I concluded that there was little else I could ascertain from the abductees' physical states, as my area of expertise is not in human medicine, and that it may be possible for the abductees to recover their former physiological conditions with time and treatment, and that I wished them success in this area.

I only wish I had an answer for the complete mind wipe of the abductees. Whoever conducted these experiments clearly wanted to ensure that they were never identified by their subjects, and erased all memory at all levels of consciousness and subconsciousness, leaving the subjects able to perform only basic biological functions.

Whoever or whatever is responsible for this, we may never know. They have made sure of it.



Addendum: Personally, I think this is going to be the start of a lot of tension and strife between Autobots and humans in the days and weeks to come.
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Terran date: January 5th, 2007.


As inceptions went, this latest one had a very subdued air about it.

Those who had been invited to witness it had very little to say, their thoughts elsewhere. For the humans, that meant thinking about Earth and the situation brought up.

For the Autobots, their thoughts extended further than that. Out to planets like Nebulos, where the inhabitants had begun reporting their own wave of abductions.

And as before, still no one knew who or why this was even taking place at all.

As much as they wanted to deal with it now, it had to wait. The promised inception was beginning, the systems impassively announcing each stage as it came.

It was the only source of steady dialogue in this strained moment.

Pity that it did not last long, as the computers announced that the incept was now finally out of stasis lock.

I can't get over just how strange a protoform he is, Rad thought to himself, giving the new Autobot the once-over. He looks like how I envision Ironhide or Bumblebee or even Optimus Prime to have looked before they acquired their alt modes.

Speaking of alt modes, the incept was even now being presented with an array of Earth and Cybertronian vehicles to choose from.

What was chosen in the end was a very military-looking Earthen fighter jet.

An odd choice, given how most of the selections were civilian in nature.

He didn't have time to mull over it, as now it was time to bestow the incept's name.

"And what do you wish to call yourself?" Rodimus had asked, once introductions were made.

"I am to be called 'Airlock'."

"Welcome to the Autobots, Airlock. Kup and Ultra Magnus will give you a tour of Iacon and Autobase."

"This way lad," said Kup eagerly, escorting Airlock out of the room, Magnus in tow, looking like he expected the old mech to start "educating" Airlock on the finer elements of war and military strategy.

Knowing Kup, that was very likely.

No matter. Now that the inception was done, Rad felt himself wishing he was somewhere else. The atmosphere had not diffused at all, and he was beginning to feel somewhat claustrophobic the more he lingered.

Spike and Sparkplug looked to be feeling the same way. They desperately desired to return to Earth; that was plain enough to see.

Hmmm...

"Prime? Sir? If you don't need me here any more, I'd like to escort the Witwickys back to Earth?"

"Huh? Oh. Of course Rad. Please, go ahead."

How odd. Even Rodimus seemed to be desiring another place to spend time in.

"Take the space bridge home, if you want to get there quicker."

"Uh, sure Prime. Spike? Sparkplug?"

Without another word, they exited the lab. And straight to the nearest space bridge to the Witwickys off to Portland, to leave Rad behind with his thoughts.

Why, on this haloed occasion, do I feel like it's about to get worse before it gets better?
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"You're tuned to KGW-NBC! Portland's first choice in news!" said the voice-over.

Rad was still spending time at the Witwickys, enjoying some post-Christmas peace and quiet, now that the family was fully informed about the upcoming inception.

Relative peace and quiet. Daniel couldn't stop talking about it, and Carly couldn't stop trying to figure out what to wear, even though everyone human would be wearing exo suits to the event, rendering the debate over "the pink one or the blue one?" quite moot.

"Welcome to KGW At Six. Our top story tonight for Thursday, December twenty-eighth, 2006," the anchorwoman begain, "Mysterious abductions have been reported from across the globe."

Rad's attention, previously focused on events-to-come on Cybertron, was now fixed onto the anchorwoman.

"Dennis?"

"Thank you Sandy. Reports have come in from across the world tonight reporting a rash of mysterious abductions."

"Abductions?" repeated Carly.

"Shush. I want to hear this," said Spike. "Sounds pretty serious to be the lead story."

"Currently there have been no less than thirty-eight reported incidents of individuals going missing over the past three days. Authorities are at a loss to explain what's going on, though several terrorist groups in the Middle East are claiming responsibility."

"Figures. I'll bet it's the Carbombians," muttered Sparkplug.

"Dad, shush!"

"Meanwhile, back home in the United States, we have reports of about seven individuals on the list of the abductees. Two of them from Oregon state."

Everyone was sitting upright, now.

"Parents of one of the abductees, Mr and Mrs White, have been spending the last three days plastering missing person posters of their son Benjamin all over Portland, asking for his safe return."

"Benjamin? That's one of Buster's friends!" Carly exclaimed.

Now things were getting personal.

The scene cut to a video tape of Benjamin's parents in their living room, with Elizabeth crying and her husband Theodore pleading to individuals beyond the camera to help them bring their son home safely.

"Benny?" said Elizabeth in-between sobs, "If you're out there, please come home!"

The scene cut back to the news studio.

"Portland police have been called out to do a search of the county to locate Benjamin White, but so far without success. If anyone has any tips on his whereabouts, we ask you to please call our hotline. As always, our prayers and sympathy go out to—"

Dennis' voice cut short for a moment, then resumed.

"We've just received reports from Canada, the United Kingdom, and Argentina that five more people have been abducted, bringing the count of missing persons to forty-three. The situation appears to be getting more and more serious. We here at KGW-NBC will be keeping you posted throughout the broadcast as more news becomes available..."

Whatever else the anchorman said was drowned out by the voices of Rad and the Witwickys discussing everything they'd just heard, which included several hypotheses as to who or what was responsible for all the disappearances.

Sparkplug was in the middle of blaming the Carbombians with Carly saying that it had to be the Decepticons when the intercomm rang.

It had to be Rodimus Prime.

And since no one else seemed to be in a hurry to answer it [the discussion was devolving into an argument, now], Rad took it upon himself to take the call.

"I want you to return to Cybertron immediately. We've been monitoring Earth's broadcasts over the last three days, and we need everyone here to discuss it. It may be Decepticon activity behind all this."

Rodimus' expression was an "I expect full compliance here", and any protest Rad might've had died quickly.

"Yes chief."

"Rodimus out."

"Guys? I have to return to Cybertron. Right away."

The Witwickys didn't appear to have heard him.

"Guys? Guys? Oh Primus."

He decided to leave them a note. One way or the other, they'd get the message.

Meanwhile, he prepared himself for transit back to his home planet.

If the Prime himself wanted everyone home, the situation must be serious indeed.

And he'd be in for a very long meeting, if one was held.
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Christmas day at the Witwickys meant a lot of chaos and confusion. Though he'd done this several times before, especially after the birth of Daniel, he still found it to be a rather hectic event. There was Mass in the morning before presents [Sparkplug had insisted that they wait this year], relatives to visit, gifts to drop off, and last minute preparations of the turkey-and-tofu dinner to be prepared [some of Kelly's friends were vegetarians, and she herself was dabbling in the lifestyle], much of the preparations involving ways on how not to burn the tofu.

But by four o'clock, everyone was gathered about the tree in the livingroom, eagerly inspecting their presents, exchanging words of gratitude, and in general enjoying themselves.

In short? A perfect afternoon, if Rad would say so himself. Even if Daniel was responsible for about a third of the racket being made, and Sparkplug's old record player accounting for another third, just to ensure it was heard over the excited chatter.

Rad suspected he and Lionizer would go back to Cybertron slightly harder of hearing, if things continued as they were.

First Aid at least would take care of his audio circuitry, a perk humans didn't get to share in.

"More eggnog?" asked Buster. He'd come home three days ago, after spending the first half of the week with his college pals. "Plenty to go around." Then, in a lower voice, "As well as Granny Rose's fruitcake. Yuck."

"No thanks, I've had plenty."

More than plenty; they were making his fuel cells feel oddly sticky after being rendered in what had to be one of the most uncomfortable conversions he'd performed so far.

First Aid would have to look at that, too, and then mutter something about Rad cutting down on his sampling of human food items.

"Suit yourself," he said, looking a little crestfallen, then proceeded to make the rounds about the room, offering said drink to the others.

At that moment, a certain intercomm chose to ring, announcing there was a direct call from Cybertron. All the Witwickys had one, to keep in touch with events on Cybertron.

"I'll get it," said Spike, elbowing his younger brother. Even after all this time, they still found ways to bicker over who took the call.

"Rad? Rodimus just called. He's got a message for you."

As quickly as he could, Rad made his way over to the intercomm room without crushing anything more valuable than discarded wrapping paper [that Kelly was busy collecting for recycling or scrapbooking].

"Yes? What did he say?"

In a lowered voice [that wasn't really all that lowered, given the din], Spike delivered the message. "The incept is to be brought out of stasis lock on January fifth. And he wants the Witwicky family as well as you to be there to witness it."

"It is? He does?"

"Yes. I know it's sudden and my boss won't like it, but it's an invitation from the Prime himself. I just hope MacCabe will accept whatever I tell him when I tell him. You guys aren't exactly high on his opinion poll."

"Rodimus will explain it all to him if he gives you trouble," Rad said, trying to ease Spike's mind. When it came to MacCabe, the feeling of general dislike was mutual, and not through any fault of Rad's. MacCabe just didn't care for new fangled things like computers, cell phones and intergalactic robots. And Rad was certainly an intergalactic robot.

"That's what I'm worried about," he said as Buster headed his way, still bearing eggnog. He was quickly sent away with a "No thank you".

"I thought you liked that stuff," Rad said, puzzled.

"Not when Granny Rose makes it. Why do you think I stock up on antacids before Christmas comes?"

"Thought it was the daily dose of calcium that motivated you," Rad joked back. "Back to the family, and then dinner, if Kelly hasn't burnt the latest batch of tofu."

Laughter, both theirs and their family's, greeted them when they got back to the others. Happy laughter from all those gathered, before Kelly's head popped out from the kitchen.

"Dinner time, Witwickys!"

"All right!"

A mad scrum ensued as everyone tried to find a place at the table, still laughing and chatting away happily.

It was Christmas time after all, even with slightly scorched tofu.

A time to be with friends and family both old and new.

Tomorrow, once they were all told about it, they could worry about getting ready for the inception.
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This was not what he had wanted. He had fully expected the incept to be up and running by now, but it looked as though circumstances had changed.

But then, he was a being of chaos. Even his probability algorithms could never truly predict the unpredictable; all they could do was chart the most likely course of action.

And they were telling him now that the most likely course of action was that, if he wanted his prize, that he should move things along himself.

And all he needed to do to get what he wanted was to give the Autobots in charge of the incept a little ... nudge...




"We're not waiting for the others."

Rad had had to get Pincer to repeat these words several times. Each successive time brought him no closer to understanding them.

"Why are we not waiting for them? he asked, still rather stunned.

"What we're dealing with here is technology based upon properties of another universe. Properties we know nothing about. That's why we've decided to bring the incept out of stasis lock. We just don't know how well the incept can tolerate things ... things ... things like prolonged stasis lock."

"You're kidding, right? I'm sure he can stand it—he's stood it this long and—"

"—and we don't know if he can stand it much more. I told you Rad; we don't really know much of anything about these otherworlders. If they were here they could tell us, but it looks like they've got other, more important things to do. We can't impose ourselves on them and demand that they come to our world. That would be utter selfishness."

Rad hung his head in a very human-like manner. He'd picked up so many habits from them—this was one of them.

Then he nodded. Agreement, if reluctant.

"Look. I know you promised them, but the Day of Primes is coming, and we'd like to have the incept unveiled for that, if not sooner. That means we take him out of stasis lock, and get him into alt mode. And give him his name. We don't have much time to wait. The Day of Primes is two months away."

Silence hung about them for several minutes, before Pincer resumed.

"It was what we were planning, anyways. To unveil him for the Day of Primes. We've already invited several human dignitaries to come to the event. They agreed to come."

"I don't remember that part of the plan. In fact, I know it wasn't a part of the plan."

What brought this about?

"The Day of Primes is an auspicious day to reveal new life. Why shouldn't we present him to all of Cybertron then?"

"No reason, I just... Well... I thought I'd be notified of such things."

"We were busy. We probably forgot to tell you. The incept isn't the only thing we work on here."

That was true. The notice must have gotten lost in the shuffle.

"Who's coming to the event?"

"Mostly the G7 leaders, plus a few ambassadors, and the Witwicky family. We've also asked the G.I. Joe force to send security to help protect the humans, just in case the Decepticons decide not to honour tradition and pick up their weapons to attack and steal the new Autobot."

"That isn't what I'm worried about. Galvatron has been good on his otherwise dubious word regarding the Day of Primes."

It's the suddenness I'm worried about. This isn't like you, Pincer.

"Either way, we're not taking chances."

More silence.

"What should I tell them? The others?"

"The truth. I think they'll understand more than you think they do about why we're going ahead with this. The incept is functioning normally, the experiment worked. I think that's enough."

"Still wish I could bring them here for it."

"It's just the way things work. You can't always get what you want."

Pincer smiled.

"Don't worry about it; everything will be fine."



Everything would be fine, indeed...
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It had been an eventful few weeks. After being shown the pictures of Spike, Sparkplug and Daniel Witwicky in lederhosen [and laughing at them, which was followed by a threat from Spike that he'd never speak to Rad again - a promise that was thankfully not kept], and attending a rather tumultuous Thanksgiving with Carly's parents, Rad was spending time with the Witwickys as they made their way down downtown Portland, with Daniel taking the lead.

It was now the middle of December—almost time for Christmas, and Daniel was quite excited despite the cold, dreary rain that fell down from an equally dreary-and-stone-grey sky. He simply had to stop and look into every toy store window he came across, and it took no small amount of effort to get him to "hurry along now".

Fortunately, Rad had Sparkplug for company, thus leaving the job of keeping Daniel's attention focused to his parents.

"How long now has it been?" asked Sparkplug.

"'How long has it been' since when?" Rad didn't have any idea what Sparkplug was talking about, especially since up until that moment the senior Witwicky was discussing with the Action Master the "over-commercialisation of the Christmas holidays" and "Spike had better not buy Daniel too many toys this year—the boy's got enough of them already".

"Since the incept was incepted. How long has it been now? Has he been given his name and alt mode yet?"

"Huh? Oh. That. Several months, by your planet's time measurements. And no, he hasn't. He's still in stasis."

"Several months? Why not? How come? Shouldn't he be online and being an Autobot by now? I thought you guys wanted to get him up and running as soon as possible."

To say this divergence in the conversation was out of the blue was putting it mildly. Rad had no idea what had brought this on, or why he was discussing this at all. He'd only given Sparkplug a very brief summary of how the incept had come to be, and declared the rest classified.

"We do, Sparkplug, we do. But, well, the other Autobots are busy with their universe's business, and I had work to do in the Axon Quadrant."

"Trouble with the Decepticons, as usual," Sparkplug agreed. "Trying to get their hands on yet another mining operation."

"Which I just got back from, and now I'm discussing classified information with you."

Rad really didn't mean to make it sound as terse as it did, and he tried to apologise when Sparkplug took offence.

"I just wanted to know when I'd get to meet him, that's all," Sparkplug explained hastily. "Especially now that the holiday season is upon us, and everyone is thinking of their families. Thought that you might be thinking the same thing."

Sparkplug's voice trailed off, and he mumbled the last five words, causing Rad to try to figure out what the man had just said.

"Sparkplug Witwicky," Rad began, "We don't have holidays like humans have, and we don't exactly have 'families', either, despite the ''till all are one' prophesy of Optimus Prime. We have some special days, like the Day of Primes, but nothing like Christmas."

Sparkplug nodded, either in agreement or in indication that he was listening to what Rad had said.

"I promised the other Autobots that they would be the first to meet the incept and receive the honour of giving him a name, since he is a product of two universes, and quite possibly a sign assuring them that though their Cybertron is gone, hope remains."

Rad paused, briefly.

"After that, he will be presented to the other Autobots, and I will try to get your name down as a guest of honour, along with the rest of your family. The Witwickys have been some of our staunchest allies, and it would be fitting to invite you to something like that."

Sparkplug looked as though Rad had given him a great honour, which was exactly what Rad had just done.

"But I need to clear this with Rodimus. He'll be inviting a few human dignitaries, and I'm sure he'd understand the reasons why you should be amongst the attendees. A small gesture of thanks for all you've done for us, as a start."

Sparkplug smiled even more than he did momentarily before. "Thanks, Rad. I appreciate that," he said, then, before he could speak again, Spike was calling behind him.

"Hurry up you two; I'm not dragging three children along today!"
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"You're kidding, right?"

After having been informed of his "volunteering" to make Daniel Witwicky a costume—and not just any costume; a costume designed to look like Autobot leader Rodimus Prime—this was all Grapple could muster up and say.

"C'mon; it's for Daniel," Rad said, trying to head off at the pass any objections the architect could use. "Besides, you do need a project."

"Costumes are not exactly my first choice for a project..," Grapple said, looking to return to his work. Rodimus wanted Grapple to resume work on the energon mining project, since several of their outposts were running low in said fuel.

"And that makes it a challenge. Surely someone of your talent could come up with a child's costume?"

"They could, providing they don't mind wasting such talents."

Rad wanted to sigh, but he really wanted his fellow Autobot to say "yes".

"Making something to look like Rodimus might be what you need, Grapple. I mean, there's got to be something of use in it. Besides, it's practise in small detail work. We all need it."

"You're just oiling my gears, aren't you?"

"Yes."

There was a long pause. Daniel had rubbed off on Rad, and it was showing now. Rad had a look on his face that he hoped would get Grapple to agree. Sometimes Rad really showed his age.

"Oh, very well. For small, intricate detail work and needed practise I'll do it."

"Thanks. Daniel will be ecstatic."

Rad was pleased. Grapple, on the other hand...

"And I'll never live it down."



"You're kidding, right?"

Spike looked from Carly to Daniel to Sparkplug.

"We're going to Oktoberfest, and we're going in the spirit of the festivities," Carly said with artificial cheer. Spike did not look at all happy to be dressed as he was.

"Lederhosen... I can't believe I have to be dressed in lederhosen..."

Sparkplug exchanged a pained look with his son. He too was wearing his own outfit, complete with said garment. "If it makes you feel better Spike, I had to wear it, too. Carly can be damn persuasive—"

"Dad! Not in front of Daniel!"

"'Damn' is hardly the worst—" Sparkplug started, but was cut off.

"I'm the mother and I'll decide what's a swear word," Carly said heatedly while Daniel giggled. "And you'll not be using it, young man. I have a hard enough time weaning you off of using 'slag' as it is."

The Autobots and their own vernaculum had had an effect on the humans they interracted with on a frequent basis, including their off-colour remarks.

Though, given that their choicer terms were spoken in their native tongue, Carly could be contented with the knowledge that 'slag' was hardly the worst of the lot, and, until humans learned Cybertronian, unlikely to be added to.

Then again, considering her attitude towards 'damn'...

"Why did it have to be lederhosen, Carly?" Spike asked, to break up the tension surrounding them. "Couldn't it have been something else? I look ridiculous in these! And if Buster were to see me like this..."

"Oh, I'm sure I can send him a picture of you in them if you're so worried about Buster missing out..."

More giggling from Daniel.

"Carly!" Spike sputtered, which caused another round of dialogue-choking tension. Tension that lasted what felt like several minutes and was finally broken by Daniel tugging at Spike's shirt.

"C'mon dad! Let's go! We're going to miss the parade! And the schnitzel!"

"Oh, God, why did it have to be lederhosen?"
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"Rad! Think you can convince mom to let me go as Rodimus Prime for Halloween?"

Daniel didn't even wait until the Autobot was on the doorstep before he came careening into the hallway sounding as though Halloween had come and gone and he was now overloaded on sugar.

"That's a rather complicated costume, don't you think?" came Carly's voice from the kitchen. From the sounds of it, Kelly was there as well, laughing at something alongside Spike from the vicinity of the living room. "It's two weeks away; I'd never get it done in time. Why don't you go as something else? Something I can put together quickly enough?"

There was a pause.

Then,

"Aren't you going to let him in?"

Daniel didn't give a reply; he just pouted as he stepped aside and allowed Rad into the house, followed by Lionizer.

"Hey. I'm sure I could get Grapple to make you a costume—if I can convince him not to make it too elaborate."

It only took Daniel a half-second to go from "aw man" to "all right!" as he let out a whoop and tore off into the kitchen, the living room and up to his room, creating quite the racket as he did so.

Daniel was easy to please, and this would cheer up Grapple, given that his latest project was more "bust" than "success".

"I don't know whether I should say 'you shouldn't encourage him' or 'thanks; that'll make things easier', Rad," Carly said, her face reflecting her conflicting moods.

"Hey, it's Halloween, and he's still a kid. Let him have his fun. I'm sure both Daniel and Grapple will appreciate this."

"How is Grapple, anyways?" Carly asked. "He hasn't been this disappointed with a project since the Solar Tower."

Rad winced inwardly. The Constructicons sure didn't help matters at all that day.

"Better, I think. He was really hoping that his invention would minimise the dangers posed to non-Pretenders when mining energon. And, really, it was a brilliant invention. It just hit a few snags because of a couple of bugs in the programming. Mostly it's just convincing him to try again. Just, not right now. A simpler project—like a child's costume—will give him something to do in the meantime."

Speaking of children, in came Daniel, still whooping it up when he was not going "Thanks mom! Thanks Rad!" at the pair of them.

"All right, that's enough. Now, why don't you go upstairs and get ready for bed? It's a school night, remember?"

"Aw mom..," he protested.

"No 'aw moms', young man; it's bedtime now."

Subdued, Daniel headed back up the stairs as though going slower would delay going to sleep.

"You think it'll work?"

"Don't know, but it's worth a try. Might even help him think of how to fix the problems he encountered. Doing something else kind of does that for me. The solution comes to me when I'm not thinking about the problem."

Rad paused.

"And if he doesn't? Well, I'm sure doing something creative for Daniel will make him easier to bear."

Carly nodded.

"So. How about joining us for a movie? It's just about to start."

"Sure. What's playing?"
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After delaying it for several months, I'd decided to once again go over old threads to find other mechs Rad has mentioned. I've expanded the list to include all mechs mentioned in a post, even if Rad did not mention them by name himself. So any Transformer or other mechanical race will be included in this list, regardless of if it came up in spoken dialogue or not.

Also, since the list is proving to be rather long, it's best to simply break up the list into parts, create groups of no particular importance, and then go over each one in turn.

Hopefully this venture will be finished soon, as I do need to go over the humans before I forget about the various OCs that have popped up now and then.

PS: Yes, I know I included the Quintessons here. I do not at present have an OOC post regarding alien races posted. When I do, I will add them to that as well [their entry here will remain, though, as they and the Sharkticons are closely linked to each other].



Perceptor: Autobot scientist. Comports himself in a rather "proper" manner, and more often than not, will speak in a very "technical" way, even when using simpler words would be better. It bores others, but they take it well regardless. Is also keen on making new discoveries, and even does the occasional bit of diagnostic work for the medically-trained Autobots [and you thought a microscope alt mode was useless!].

Kup: Old, crotchety Autobot who's seen and done things most bots never get to do, and has been in more wars than just about any other has. Is fond of retelling his heroic exploits [with some embellishments] to other mechs, especially younger ones. The Dinobots are fans of his stories, even if they're old enough to have been there for many of those battles. Some don't share this enthusiasm for old stories, but it's all this experience that makes Kup so invaluable to the Autobots. Kup and Ultra Magnus are both advisors to Rodimus Prime, and when it comes to what a leader ought to do, the two find themselves at odds, as Kup prefers the direct approach, over tact and diplomacy.

Ramhorn: One of the Autobot cassette-formers. He is one of the few Transformers whose robot form is zoomorphic, as opposed to anthropomorphic; taking the form of a rhinoceros when in robot mode. He is extremely belligerant, territorial, and prone to attacking both friend and foe alike if anyone tries to touch that which belongs to him. Also has a considerable temper, and most people know that the best way to deal with it is to give Ramhorn something else to attack, and wait for him to calm down.

Wheeljack: Initially the mun said he was alive, but that status was changed to reflect cartoon/movie canon. Was a scientist, like Perceptor, but unlike Perceptor, was more of an inventor, building all manner of things for the Autobots. Unfortunately, Wheeljack's endeavors had a habit of malfunctioning—usually in some spectacular fashion. Perhaps Wheeljack's most famous-and-infamous projects was the Dinobots. [Though the cartoon treats the Dinobots as "new", I prefer to view them as much older robots, whose bodies may have been severely damaged upon impact on Earth, requiring rebuilding.] After their bodies were completed, the Dinobots were brought online, and subsequently took to wrecking the place, forcing Optimus to demand they be deactivated. Wheeljack disobeyed by creating special devices to control the Dinobots' feral temperaments, but it didn't stop the Dinobots from being as insubordinate on Earth as they were back home. Wheeljack's body was depicted in the movie, but since he was not on the shuttle, it can only be surmised that he was killed in the attack on Autobot City.

Dinobots [in general]: Five Autobots equipped with dinosaur alt modes [even though pterosaurs are not dinosaurs, Swoop was given such an alt mode anyways]. The Dinobots are the guys you call in when you need a heavy hitter, and no one hits harder than a Dinobot. Though depicted in the cartoons as idiotic brutes, the comic depicts them as much more intelligent—or at the very least, much more eloquent. Clannish and prefering their own company to the other Autobots, whom they look down on, it's often a wonder why they're on the team at all. Perhaps their reason is the one Grimlock gave in The War Within: even though they dislike the Autobots, particularly Optimus Prime, they despise the Decepticons more, so it all comes down to who they hate less, and are thus willing to tolerate as a result. Despite this, they've given into mutiny many times, and at one point, Grimlock was in command of the Autobots [this piece of canon will be sorted out eventually].

Jackpot: An Action Master like Rad. Presumably had a car as an alt mode before he was given the Nucleon. As his name implies, Jackpot is a risk-taker, and the greater the risk, the greater the reward. Some might see it as foolish, but no one denies that Jackpot is a very lucky Autobot. He is partnered with the raptor-like [we mean birds of prey, not Dromeosaurs] Target Master Sights.

Skyfall: Also an Action Master. Looks to the skies as the ultimate source of freedom. Due to a mistake made by the mun, he was depicted as much older than his More Than Meets The Eye profile stated [the profile shows him as a young Autobot]. However, this discrepancy will not be changed, now that it's become Millicanon. Skyfall is partnered with Target Master rhino, Top Heavy.

Junkions [in general]: A race of transforming mechs living on the planet known as "Junk", even though the Junk Planet looks more like a broken off piece of a planet than a true planet in its own right. Junkions transform into futuristic-looking [and rather cool, too] motorcycles. Though their habit of "talking TV" makes them appear to be simpletons, Junkions are in fact quite capable—even durable—warriors, who will simply put themselves back together and rejoin the fight until the enemy is overwhelmed. Can be a bit territorial as well as naive, but they're good friends and allies to have on your side.

Ultra Magnus: As Magnus will tell you, he's just a soldier, prefering to leave the job of giving orders to others. But when he has to take on a leadership role, he proves himself to be a very capable leader in his own right. Only his modesty [and perhaps a hint of self-depreciation] keeps him from taking on any kind of real leadership. Like Kup, he is one of Rodimus Prime's advisors, insisting that the young leader think before acting, and using strategy rather than an impulsive direct approach in the battle against the Decepticons.

Springer: Triple changer, Springer has a sarcastic speaking tone, and is a member of the Autobot group the Wreckers; a team of mercenaries you call in when it looks like all hope is lost. Can be quite opinionated, and feels no reason to not speak his mind, even if doing so could be seen as an act of insubordination if it's aimed at a superior. Surprisingly, he gets away with it, which seems to encourage him to keep doing it. Then again, when you're one of the Wreckers, and your job is often a dirty one, it's pretty much to be expected.

Starscream: A very old mech, he was a member of [and quite possibly their leader] the Decepticon squadron known as the "Seekers"; namely, a group of Decepticons with identical aircraft alt modes [though those that ended up on Earth adopted Terran fighter jets for alt modes], with only their colour scheme to tell them apart from one another. Starscream was Megatron's second-in-command, but was never content to be just that. His deceit, cunning and treachery are legendary, and his name has subsequently become synonymous with these character traits. Sly, scheming, yet cowardly, he often overestimated himself while underestimating his opponents, leading himself to defeat many a time. He was also highly opportunistic, and, after the battle at Autobot City had left Megatron severely injured, he took Astrotrain's request to "lighten the load" as his moment to dispose of his commander by jettisoning Megatron into space, and claiming the now-vacant title as his own. It wasn't to last, because after being reformatted, the now-Galvatron took his revenge against his upstart second-in-command by electrocuting Starscream to death. Later, it would turn out that Starscream had an abberant spark, effectively making the Seeker immortal if not corporeal.

Sky Lynx: Arrogant to a fault, and even that would be seen as a plus. Sky Lynx thinks very much of himself and will make sure you and everyone else knows it, too. Often given to bouts of self-praise, Sky Lynx somehow manages to work himself into every subject no matter how unrelated it is to him. For all his braggadocio, however, Sky Lynx is a very capable warrior, even single-handedly taking on and besting the Predacons, even when the Decepticon gestalt team linked up to form Predaking. Unfortunately, this serves only to make him even more unsufferably smug and arrogant. Only his much-hyped talents seem to be what keeps him on the team. Commander Modesty indeed.

Quintessons [in general]: A race of untransforming mechanoids, the Quintessons are a cruel people, given to torture and a barbaric form of justice; namely, that regardless of the verdict, the defendant is always executed. Pity and mercy are unknown to them. Though the five-faced Quintesson is the best-known [these are known as "judges"], other forms exist too. They are treacherous, calculating and merciless, even condemning one of their own to death for being unable to best the Autobots. They would even go so far as to destroy their own home simply to destroy the Autobots and their Matrix of Leadership.

Sharkticons [in general]: Though most people think of the shark-formed robots, it is arguable that the alligator-moded robots are part of this group as well. Savage to the extreme, they exist only to serve the Quintessons as the executioners of those hapless mechs who have the misfortune of ending up on Quintessa [the Quintesson home world]. Though they are easily destroyed, they are many, and overwhelm their opponents through numbers alone. Even thier Quintesson masters are afraid of them.

Pretenders [in general]: Simply put, a Pretender is any mech with a synthetic organic outer shell. The shell can be made to look like anything alive, though the Autobots prefer to give their Pretenders humanoid shells, whereas the Decepticons prefer monsterous shells. The exceptions to this rule are the beast pretenders [whose outer shells are zoomorphic replicas of their robotic animal alt modes], the so-called "Classic Pretenders" [of which Starscream is a member—yes we know that defies a lot of logic, but...], and individuals like the Autobot Longtooth and Decepticon Stranglehold. The main purpose for Pretender technology was to create disguises [to varying degrees of relative effectiveness], but other uses became apparent, chief amongst them being the fact that a Pretender and his shell made for two warriors in one, as well as the shell itself serving as a suit of armour for the mech himself. It has been hinted in Dreamwave's More Than Meets The Eye that Pretender technology eventually led to Beast Wars technology.

Fortress Maximus: Autobot Headmaster and extremely well-named. His size is nothing short of impressive [he really does look like a fortress], and though he initially started out like all the other Headmasters, upgrades to his body lead him to the unique trait where his own head was also a Headmaster [the binary-bonded individual would link up with that unit, transform, and then together would form Fort Max' head]. Despite being built for combat, Fortress Maximus despises war, and even fled Cybertron with other "Cyber-hippies" to a distant planet called Nebulos, which was home to a race of people indistinguishable from Earth humans, and had for thousands of years been a peaceful planet. Unfortunately the war Fort Max tried to escape followed him to his new home, and, after allying with several Nebulans, he and Scorponok agreed to take their combat elsewhere, rather than destroy the peace the Nebulans had worked so hard and so long to achieve. In the comics he was binary-bonded to Spike Witwicky [after his Nebulan partner had died], but we're not sure how to work that one out yet.

Cyclonus: Galvatron's "lap dog". Unwaveringly loyal to Galvatron, his only purpose it seems is to uphold the glory of his leader and to carry out the Decepticon cause. And it's this dedication that makes him a vicious warrior in the Decepticon army, aided in no small way by his being one of the deactivated Decepticons thrown out of Astrotrain en route to Cybertron that was restored and upgraded by Unicron. While Galvatron was often contentious towards his master, Cyclonus was quite loyal, viewing both Galvatron and Unicron as leader and master respectively. Unlike Galvatron, the destruction of Unicron's body in the movie did not seem to cause any permanent damage to his mental circuits. Why this is remains a mystery, but what is not a mystery is that though he's a "lap dog", he's a very ferocious lap dog. Autobots beware.
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"You betcha!" was the response. As promised, Rad had stopped by the house belonging to Kelly Rose, Carly's sister.

Also, as predicted, she had an armload of small parcels full of seeds.

Kelly. Enthusiastic gardener. Naturally, being one of those organic, vegetarian health food freaks that everyone thinks about when they think about the kind of person who shops at Whole Foods exclusively.

"Here's the instructions for their care Rad, and..."

Kelly bustled off somewhere momentarily, then came back with what had to be a small novella devoted to organic gardening.

"Um, where they're going, I don't think that'll be necessary..," he said, eying the manual.

"Nonsense. Anyone new to gardening needs to know these things. You want to grow a garden the right way—" Here, of course, she meant in the eco-friendly way. "—you need 'The Complete Vegetable & Herb Gardener'."

And deposited said book onto the small pile of boxes Rad was trying to arrange to make them easier to carry.

"Kelly, I don't think you understand. Where these seeds are going, is not an organic world."

Kelly looked shocked. "Then how do they plan to grow them?"

"Honestly? I don't know. But they're going to a world that's nothing like Earth."

"Where then?" Kelly had a dangerous look in her eyes. Non-organic worlds? That's an affront to nature, isn't it?

"A computer world. They're for a newly-bonded pair of sprites named Bob and Dot. Dot wants them to grow a digital garden in her world because she wants salads."

"Really..." Kelly's tone was skeptical. In addition to being your stereotypical organic-only foodie, she was something of a "deep environmentalist" too. "And I suppose they plan to use 'computer-based' pesticides too?"

Kelly was looking like she was about to take everything back, and refuse to give Rad even a single seed.

"Just for whatever viruses affect digital plants." Oh no. Say something! "The programs are repellants only, I assure you. They're not designed to delete anything. Bob's a guardian. 'Mend and defend'. I don't think deletion's in his programming."

Something of lie, but he was hoping she'd buy it.

What felt like fifteen minutes was in reality fifteen seconds.

"Okay. But. You'd better make sure that the anti-virus ... program thingies ... really are 'repellants' and don't harm whatever passes for an environment in their world..."

Oh thank Primus...

"...or I'll be using your head for a scarecrow..."

She b— What?!

He looked surprised.

"I'm totally serious, you know. I'll not abide by anything I own hurting nature."

Yeah. Deep ecology nut, she was. But she meant well. Kelly was a first-class gardener. And her cooking was the talk of everyone in her neighbourhood, according to Carly.

So he wasn't about to fault her for anything save being a little too enthusiastic about something he himself could fundamentally agree with.

"Right. Understood. And thanks Kelly."

Kelly gave Rad one of her winning smiles.

"Don't mention it. Oh. And tell Bob and Dot I said 'hi'?"
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Creatures of logic and reason, as a general rule, reject the notions of precognition, premonition, and the ability to truly know the future.

Only history is truly defined, they say. The future is determined by nothing other than the acts committed in this here moment, and as such, the future is never really determined. A choice, made one way or the other, changes the course of things yet to come, preventing any attempt to predict it with any degree of true accuracy.

History is ordered; the future chaotic.

How very like the twin-but-opposite entities known as Primus and Unicron.

You're not here to ponder philosphy, Rad, he admonished himself. You're here to settle your unsettled mind back into order.

As suggested by Ironhide, Rad was in the archives, trying to see if history could teach him anything.

"Assume the worst," Ironhide had said, when asked about the advice his mentor, Kup, had given, "And go archive-diving to see if I could find similar situations other bots'd been through in the past."

Well. Anything it did not already teach.

Precognition.

Premonition.

A sense of a future to come.

Unsurprisingly, the archives were full of tales of mechs who'd said "I feel something", and equally unsurprisingly, while there were records of them being correct, there were also records of them being wrong.

This is not helping me. I need to know what this feeling is telling me.

He paused.

I cannot believe I just thought that.

Then,

But I did. Does this feeling mean I'm losing all sense of reason?

He stopped.

No. I am logical. That's why I'm here. To see if history can teach me anything. I am not gazing into a crystal to see if I can make sense out of chaos; I am looking to order to learn what needs to be learned. History and the immediate present, sets the course of the future, which is forever chaotic because of history's orderliness.

But after several megacycles, nothing clear-cut was coming up. There was a mixture of opinions sliding along the "listen to your instincts"-"don't be so ridiculous and paranoid" scale.

Which, to be frank, was no help at all.

I do not know what to do. Do I listen? Do I ignore? If I listen, and it turns out to be nothing more than temporary paranoia, I will come across as looking foolish. But if I ignore it, and that which my instinct is trying to alert me to, comes to pass, and worse than anticipated, I will be seen as someone who impeded attempts to "head it off at the pass".

The archive-keeper had found him to remind him that his time here was almost up, that the archives were closing to the public, and "did you want to take anything with you?"

He gave the keeper a negative, and left the building.

I do not wish to become irrational, but these feelings are making it so hard to be logical...
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As a precaution, the only person he told about April Fool's Day at Milliways was Rodimus.

He'd rather have told his team-mates Skyfall and Jackpot about it, but he was sure that, for something as big and entertaining a thought as Rad turning human for a day was, they'd be happy to share it with others, and pretty soon, it would have made the rounds of Cybertron.

Peeved as Rodimus looked, he understood the reasons why.

This was not something Rad wanted shared unless Rad himself oversaw it.

"I'd like to check in on the incept, sir."

"The incept is fine."

"Another check would not hurt him in any way. I don't plan to do anything other than the usual maintenence exam. Just to be sure."

"You talk like he's going to step out of his stasis pod and join the Decepticons. Rad, he's not going anywhere. And if there's a problem we'll be the first to know about it. We've got more security devices in the holding room than we do anywhere else. He's fine, Rad."

"Then I'll just pay him a visit, if that's fine with you? Must get rather lonely in there."

Rodimus could not say "no" to that; he was sure of it.

Sure enough, Rodimus gave a smile.

"All right. You can visit him. But if you try and run any sort of test on him, I'll know, and I'll have you sequestered to your quarters for a month."

Nervous laugh. Everything he'd been planning to do today was now officially [but unknown to Rodimus—he hoped!] scrubbed. He had nothing to do now but do exactly as he'd said: visit the incept.

"Affirmative, chief."

"Dismissed then."

He stepped out of the room, and the door slid shut.

"C'mon buddy," he said to Lionizer outside. He'd made certain that not even the Prime knew about what Milliways had done to the Target Master. "Let's go visiting."
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"They were busy," Rad explained. "Much to do back at the base they have in the desert."

All three Autobots were sitting in one of Iacon's less refined refueleries. Catching up on news.

Rad, Jackpot and Skyfall.

Discussing why the alternate universe Autobots had not yet come to this Cybertron.

"That's a shame," Skyfall said as he sat down his drink. "I really was hoping to meet Optimus Prime."

Jackpot nodded. Skyfall, being one of the older Autobots by many, many vorns over the other two, knew Optimus quite well. He was online around the time Optimus and his crew set off to find new energy supplies to help them in their struggle against the Decepticons, and had been in more than a few battles against Shockwave, the Decepticons' commander in lieu of Megatron.

Rad knew that, to Skyfall, meeting this Optimus Prime would be like old times. Sure, other!Optimus might not have any idea what Skyfall was talking about, but he would understand the respect a soldier has for his commander.

"The spacebridge should be deactivated by now," Jackpot offered. Like Rad he was one of the younger Autobots, but about three or four vorns older than Rad himself. His youth made his risk-taking unnerving, but his age gave him enough experience to, as the human singer put it, know when to hold them and when to fold them, as well as when it was time to walk away or run. "So other than keeping an optic and an audio receptor tuned in for any new Decepticons entering Earth's orbit, they've got time on their hands to come visit."

Spacebridge. Rad tensed a little inside. His opinion was to keep it active. Just out of the reach of the prying hands and eyes of the Sector Seven people.

Bumblebee did not want to take that risk.

"Something wrong Rad?"

"Nothing."

Skyfall wasn't convinced, but he kept quiet about it.

Things remained quiet for several minutes until Jackpot broke the silence.

"So Rad. You planning to ask them to come over again?"

"Soon as I get a free moment to make the arrangements. Galvatron and the Decepticons are lying low after that last battle with Sky Lynx, so we won't need to worry about them."

"What about this Nemesis Breaker. What if he comes here?"

"He won't."

"You sure?" inquired Skyfall. Minions could appear at any time. That was one of the few constants in life. "He appeared there. He can appear here."

"We left Nemesis Breaker in stasis lock. Or, that's what it looked like. He might have perished in the explosion."

"That's not something I'd want to bet on," Jackpot put in. "We all thought Megatron was gone until he came back as Galvatron. Unicron's probably upgrading him into something worse even as we speak."

Several nearby patrons turned to look at the trio, fear in their faces.

"Let's not discuss him here, men," Skyfall admonished. "He's supposed to be gone, remember? I for one would like to leave it at that. We've got enough to deal with without dealing with Armaggedon-toting monsters."

"Tomorrow begins my time off duty. I'll be heading to the bar and if I meet the others, I'll ask them again. Now that everything's as quiet as it should be, the visit will be a low-key event. Meet and greet, an introduction between mechs, and a naming. Simple and short. Unless people start to badger the otherworlders. And I'm hoping that won't last long—especially if Slamdance doesn't show up. But I'm not counting on that."

Laughter from Jackpot and Skyfall. Slamdance was persistent, and his interviews were notorious in both their duration and tediousness. Slamdance left no question unasked.

But the laughter was cut short as the owner of the refuelery came up to them. "Fifteen cycles before closing. You planning on ordering anything else?"

They all shook their heads.

"You'd better pay up then."

The three mechs looked at each other.

"Whose turn is it to buy this time?"
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Since he was interracting with a universe different from his own, he knew that there was a long line of new protocols waiting to be set into place in the future...



"So. That's what happened?" Rodimus asked, his back to Rad. What he was thinking only Rodimus and Primus knew.

It made waiting for an answer unusually tense.

"The spacebridge works as it's expected to, if what Hoist and Grapple told me is true, so there's no problems there."

"No sir," Rad said.

"This Cheetor who volunteered came back safely."

"Yes sir."

"Everything went smoothly prior to the operation."

Rad tensed. Now he had an idea of what Rodimus was thinking.

"Yes, sir."

"Before the mission started everything was a success."

Rodimus had a way about him that made you mentally prepare yourself for the other ball bearing to drop.

"Yes ... sir..."

He waited. He didn't speak. He was waiting for Rodimus to speak and tell him his verdict.

He had an idea what it would be.

"While I commend you on a successful rescue mission, however..."

Here it comes...

"...I'm afraid that for now, I cannot permit future ventures of this nature without serious assessment beforehand."

"Sir?"

"One Autobot suffered considerable injury to his lower legs."

"Yes but—"

"And what you describe as an example of a data-based life-form, known as 'Bob', was hit by Unicronian energy, and was in danger of extinguishing if he remained in his spark form if the Optimus of that world had not successfully brought him back to this Milliways you've told me about in the past."

"Yes but—"

Rodimus turned around. His expression was serious.

Rad actually took a step back.

"I will not be allowing such projects to be carried out in the future. Unless the situation merits a Code X or similar high danger rating, there will be no future projects like this."

"But Prime, it was Code X. If we didn't stop Nemesis Breaker we'd—"

"I am not debating the seriousness of the situation. I am however debating how, under your leadership, two individuals were injured in the course of duty, and for that reason there will be no future projects of this nature carried out."

There was a pause. Rodimus was waiting for Rad to protest.

"And the spacebridge.... What became of it?"

"Temporarily deactivated because of the Unicronian energy—"

"I'd like it to stay that way."

"Come again?"

"The spacebridge is to remain deactivated until I decide if it should be reactivated."

"And if Optimus objects?"

"I suspect this Optimus Prime will be more than understanding of my reasons why, Rad. And I'm going to impress it upon you now that you will tell Optimus Prime what I've told you, and you will ensure that I get a response from him. Regardless of what it is."

Rodimus made it sound like he said, "regardless of what you want it to be".

"Is that understood?"

Rad was not really listening now...

"Rad?"

...he was thinking of doing something he'd never done before:

"Rad. I asked you a question..."

disobey his superior.

"Yes Rodimus. I'll tell him."

If I see him.

He'd made sure he had a copy of the spacebridge technical specifications as well as the programming back at the bar. A copy of the copy Rodimus, Hoist and Grapple had given him.

"Dismissed."

Optimus Prime might one day need that spacebridge again. And he'd need it to work...
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It's all done. We've done what's needed. It works as it's supposed to. Thanks to Lissar, Ironhide, Cheetor, Hoist and Grapple. Now what we need is a lot of luck. It would be too much to hope for that Nemesis Breaker hasn't reached them yet; that he's still too far away. After all, Unicron might just intervene enough to vector jump Nemesis Breaker to wherever Jetfire and Silverbolt are. We need to get there either before the jump is completed, or just after. Or Jetfire and Silverbolt are doomed.

It wasn't like him to be a pessimist. Or, what some might call a "grim realist".

But the truth was, the time spent getting the project from planning to finish, was time that could've been spent actually getting Jetfire and Silverbolt to safety.

Can't worry about that now. We did what was needed to do.

Space bridge behind him, he looked up at the darkening sky.

Primus if you're watching.., he began, with Lionizer following his gaze. Keep them safe. My world has enough Autobots, so don't worry about me. Watch over Ironhide's Autobots. You've always watched over me; now it's time to watch over them.
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"I don't have time!" he bellowed as Slamdance was rudely pushed out of the way. "Class One emergency. Get out of the way or I'll have Lionizer deal with you!"

The gestalt hopped out of the way, even though he technically wasn't in the way any more.

Slamdance at least understood the meaning of "Class One emergency".

Rad might have been exaggerating by calling it "Class One", but not by much, and he wasn't about to tell anyone else that.

"Get me Rodimus or get me one of those bots who oversee interstellar transport. I need to talk with them, pronto."

The computer responded with a male-sounding affirmative; a voice identical to that used by the Maximals' computers later on. And the holoscreen went up, bisected vertically to show Rodimus Prime on one side and Grapple on the other.

"What is it Rad?" was Rodimus' voice, sounding a little perturbed.

Grapple didn't say anything; he simply bustled away a mock-up model of his latest project.

"Problems, Rodimus. Big problems. And a 'good news, bad news' situation too."

"Proceed." Rodimus looked like this day was full of problems, and Grapple had that panicked look he always got when one of his latest engineering feats was being threatened with Decepticon-instigated destruction.

"Ironhide and Bumblebee from the alternate world tell me that while there is good news in the form of a transmission received from their Jetfire and Silverbolt, they were not the only ones aware of it, and Unicron has sent someone called 'Nemesis Breaker' after them to kill them before they reach Earth."

Grapple was now officially panicked. Rodimus looked like he'd be facepalming the rest of the night.

"Spacebridge. I need to build a spacebridge to get to them before Nemesis Breaker gets to them. That's where you come in, Grapple. I'll be needing your help."

"You act like I just gave you permission to build a spacebridge in another reality, Rad." Rodimus' tone was accusatory, and Rad flinched.

And waited for Rodimus to decide if he was even going to give his assent.

Oh sure, Rad had assured Ironhide that Rodimus would be understanding, and he was hoping Rodimus would live up to this assessment.

Rodimus turned to look behind him. "Magnus. What do you think?" he asked, and Rad now saw Ultra Magnus come into view. "Think we should?"

"There's no time—" Rad blurted out, but Rodimus silenced him, and Grapple was shaking his head, muttering something about "Decepticons will destroy this one too".

"As a soldier I'm just here to carry out orders," Magnus said, bracingly, and Rad could tell Rodimus was giving Magnus one of Those Looks. "But if Unicron is after two Autobots, whether they're unlikely to be able to defend themselves or not, we should help. They need it, so we give it."

"Right. Okay Rad. You've got my permission. And Grapple, that means you get to go help Rad build a spacebridge to rescue Jetfire and Silverbolt."

Grapple was trying to decide between full-blown panic and joy at finally being given a chance to build something.

"I'll be needing a list of materials, schematics and programming, Grapple. Can you bring them to me within two megacycles?"

"Bringing them sooner than that, Rad. And if this is wrecked, I'll be blaming you for it!"

"Understood, Grapple. And thank you Rodimus."

"You're welcome. Rodimus out."

First Rodimus' side of the screen winked out, then Grapple's, and then the holoscreen vanished.

We're never going to get any peace at this rate. More like, we'll all be enjoying peace while lying in pieces...



[EDIT: I was not thinking of Hoist but Grapple, and subsequently got the names mixed up. Post fixed for this error.]
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"Would you please do this for us? School starts in two weeks and we've been so busy we haven't had time for shopping."

Rad looked rather displaced emotionally.

"Carly I have work on Cybertron. I only stopped here to check in on you all before—"

"Rodimus told us about your work on Cybertron and he says everything's perfectly stable regarding the new incept, so you don't really need to go home just yet. And Sparkplug needs us over at the garage and, well, usually Sparkplug doesn't like taking 'no' as an answer."

Great. I spend the day shopping with Daniel. And I remember what he was like the last time I played parcel boy to the Witwickys. Daniel insisted on getting that one toy that broke down three weeks later. Likely this time he'll want NHL '06 to play on that X-Box he wants.

"Here's the credit cards, and you should have no problem using them, since we just made you a joint user on the accounts. And money for transportation since no one with a vehicular alt mode is in town today to take you to the mall—"

Carly was busy fishing said cards and money out of her purse.

"—and here's the list of school supplies, and the list of sizes Daniel wears, but make sure they fit regardless. And if he demands you buy him that Batman action figure, tell him he had his birthday two months ago and he can wait until Christmas to get it."

This day is going to be slotted into "Days I'd Rather Be Doing Something Else".

"Carly are you coming? Dad likes it when we're mostly on-time!"

"Oh dear. Daniel! Come down here! Rad's taking you to the mall for back-to-school, and I want you to be on your best behaviour with him!"

"Aw mom! Why do we have to shop for school? School's boring! And not as much fun as playing basketball with Eject is either!"

"You want to grow up and get a job and earn a living you'll need to be ready for school. Now put your coat and shoes on your dad and I have to visit grandpa at the garage."

More complaints followed, and, five minutes later, Daniel was at the bottom of the stairs wearing his jacket for his little league team, the Portland Planeteers.

"Thanks Rad. There'll be something for you when we get back. Bye now!"

Nothing was said for the next five minutes, giving Spike and Carly time to drive off to visit Sparkplug.

"Better get moving kiddo. We've both got somewhere else we'd rather be..."
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Like the other two, this will be updated periodically.



The Witwickys.

The Witwicky family consists canonically of Spike and Carly Witwicky, their son Daniel Witwicky, Spike's brother Buster Witwicky, and the patriarch, Sparkplug. Sparkplug in the comics is an auto mechanic, whereas in the cartoon he worked on an oil rig. Spike worked alongside his father on the rig in the cartoon, and was attending college in the comics. Buster worked with Sparkplug at the garage. Since we haven't yet gone through the Marvel run of G1 comics, we'll say here now that Sparkplug initially did work on an oil rig, and that Spike was working there to save up for his college tuition. Afterwards, once having met the Autobots, Sparkplug took up a mechanic's job to help the Autobots better, and Spike went off to college. Of course, as events played themselves out, there were times Sparkplug felt a little disillusioned by it all—especially when Spike allowed himself to be binary-bonded to Fortress Maximus.

But his attitude changed after that.

As to Spike and his appearances in the cartoons, we'll say that his college is only a short drive away [couple hours at most], and that events where he's involved occur on those days when he's home.

[Yeah. We know it doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense, but this is fandom, and in fandom, you need to get creative or you lose your mind.]

Everything that happened to Buster in the comics applies here. So at least here there's no contradictions [unless Dreamwave and/or IDW-Devil's Due screws it up].

Carly. She's the Carly of the cartoons, and we won't say much about her just yet until we've watched the show again [or if she appears in the Dreamwave and/or IDW-Devil's Due books].

Daniel. The Daniel of the cartoons. Ditto on the above.

Josie Beller, AKA Circuit Breaker

Genius is one of the best words to describe Josie Beller. She was instrumental in building a state-of-the-art oil drilling platform/apparatus/whatever for the Blackrock company. Also very modest, seeing herself as just another person using her talents where it was needed the most [sort of like a human Rad in a way].

This all changed when Shockwave attacked the oil drilling unit. Josie activated the defenses, injuring Shockwave. In retaliation he returned agression, and in the process Josie was electrocuted, leaving her a near-quadraplegic, having use only of her right arm.

Using her anger, intelligence and her one good limb she built herself a suit that made her look like a human circuit board that would effectively serve as an artificial nervous system. Built into it is the ability to fly, alongside offensive capabilities, chief amongst them the ability to use electricity as a weapon.

After the attack and her building the new suit and such, her personality had changed, and she now has a pathological hatred of all robotic life—a hatred that makes no distinction between Decepticons and Autobots. Whereas Blackrock eventually learned that not all the robots were bad, that some were good, Josie—now known only as Circuit Breaker—does not care. They're all robots and the only good robot is a dead one.

G. B. Blackrock

Owner of the Blackrock company, which specialises in providing energy to the United States. Specifically, oil and gas products. Initially saw all Cybertronians as enemies [when it's forty feet tall, seeing it as an enemy isn't all that hard to do], but made his peace with the Autobots; even going so far as to supply them with fuel to power themselves and their other needs.
action_rad: (Observing)
Points to remember


  1. At present, it is the year 2006 for Rad. Specifically, August 2006. Daniel Witwicky is home with his parents Spike and Carly, and Sparkplug lives in the next town over, away from Autobot City. Sparkplug would like to say he's retired, but he isn't. Really. Now and then Sparkplug will lend a hand for the Autobots, but these days it's mostly repairs. Meanwhile, Spike's brother, Buster Witwicky, is attending college in Oregon.


  2. In addition to this, when Rad is on Earth, he is either at Autobot City [which is located in Oregon also], or [more likely] he'll be with the Witwickys in Portland.


  3. Also, all events that occured in human history up to and including August 2006 that does not contradict either cartoon/movie canon or comic canon has occured. That means Rad will know about things like the Y2K scare and the attacks on September 11th 2001. Also, the US has invaded Iraq in Rad's universe.

    If there is a point of conflict between real world events and TF-verse events, then a compromise will be made to ensure that canon is not compromised in any way.


  4. Corolary to the above: all deaths documented in the movie have occured, regardless of if that character is alive in the comics [Optimus is dead, people]. The cartoon takes precidence over the comics, but not to the point where comic canon is overlooked.

    [Comic canon also includes the short-lived Generation Two books, and mentions of events in them will be made as soon as we can get our hands on the materials. As to whether events documented in the Dreamwave and IDW-Devil's Due books applies here as well... That will be decided once we've read them. But they may be dismissed if they contradict too much.]


  5. Cybertron is now back in control of the Autobots, with the Galvatron-lead Decepticons making their base on Charr. Now and then the Decepticons will try to reclaim Cybertron, but invariably, this leads to failure.


  6. Sometime in the 21st century, Megatron was able to take over Cybertron. By the year 2005, the Autobots were suffering the effects of energon shortage plus casualties lost by fighting the Decepticons. It was Optimus Prime's hope that the Autobots would find energon elsewhere. Rad was sent on an energon-seeking expedition to a solar system seven lightyears away, using a combination of space bridge technology and the budding transwarp technology.

    Rad was not present for the battles that followed his being sent on his mission. He was, however, debriefed on events portrayed in the movie by Ultra Magus, as time permitted.


  7. In the year 2002, nucleon was discovered as an alternate fuel source. While nucleon proved itself to be several times more potent than standard energon, it also showed itself to have other, sometimes unpleasant side-effects. These side-effects ranged from temporary-to-permanent loss of transformation ability to insanity to permanent deactivation. By the end of 2002, Optimus Prime wanted all use of nucleon to be discontinued, but it was an Autobot named Skyfall, alongside Rad and Jackpot, who persuaded Optimus to allow it to be used, provided that any mech it was used on be deemed a suitable candidate.

    Shortly thereafter, in the year 2003 experiments began, and Rad was amongst the first to be included, just after Jazz.


  8. Even though they've never been featured in cartoon canon—or the movie for that matter—the G.I. Joe characters are a part of Rad's world, as the two verses have interacted with each other in their own comics for them to be included together. So yes, Rad knows of Duke, Scarlet and Lady Jayne. Also, he knows of Cobra Commander and Serpent OR. And the rest of that band of unhappy miscreants.



Additions forthcoming as they're thought of.
action_rad: (Observing)
EDIT: This post will now be broken into several smaller posts, as Rad's name-dropping seems to be more extensive than even I remember.



This here is a list of all Transformers Rad has mentioned at least once in conversation. Also, all Transformers featured in any and all previous OOM's.

If a Transformer does not exist in the mythos [read: is not a canon character], he will be labeled thusly as "OC".

This list will be updated as more characters are found or are mentioned in conversation.



Rodimus Prime: Current leader of the Autobots as of the end of 2005. Was instrumental in ending the threat of annihilation of Cybertron and about 98% of its occupants, presented by Unicron, who went kablooey.

Optimus Prime: Former leader of the Autobots, from well before the Autobots left in search of energy four million years ago. Died following Megatron's blitz on Autobot City featured in the movie.

Ratchet: Autobot medic. Died enroute to Earth aboard the shuttle Optimus had sent in order to collect Energon that would've been used to fuel an assault on Decepticon-controlled Cybertron.

Ironhide: Casualty of the same shuttle attack. Remembered fondly as a gentle but staunch ally and dedicated Autobot. Rad sees him as one of the Autobot's bravest soldiers.

Brawn: Also a casualty of the shuttle attack. Rad never knew him particularly well.

Blaster: Autobot Communications Officer. Loves human music with a passion, but though he's never voiced it aloud, Rad suspects Blaster throws himself into his passion to avoid dealling with whatever dark pasts he had on Cybertron. [Astute readers who say that Blaster is an amalgamation of cartoon and comic Blaster would be correct.]

Wreck-Gar: Leader of the Transformers living on the Planet of Junk. Junkions tend to "talk TV", meaning that they use words, terms, phrases and jingles from visual media broadcasts, particularly those of Earth. They will quote music too, but nowhere near that used by Bayverse Bumblebee.

Honest Ed (OC): Junkion living on Earth, outside Portland Oregon. Runs a junkyard everyone considers to have the best junk anywhere on the west coast—perhaps even on Earth. If there's a part you need, Ed will have it. However, Ed is something of a swindler and an extortionist, and will try to overcharge you for your goods, so you'd better be really good at bartering with him, or you'll be out of more money than you intended.

Considered invaluable by the Autobots. Rad describes him as having a "circuit for quality junk" [meant in the same way a human would say someone "has an eye for (something)"].

Also, does not speak Television as much as the other Junkions, having learned from experience that humans don't always get what he's saying when he does. But he's still a Junkion and every now and then he'll slip into "TV Talk". It's a habit he finds hard to break.

Galvatron: Current leader of the Decepticons. Galvatron is the reformatted form of Megatron, with amped-up power limits matched only by his insanity. First thing he did upon becoming leader was to slag Starscream with an electro-laser blast that effectively killed the traitor. Unfortunately he has a paranoid streak, and anything that might be interpreted as treason in his troops invariably WILL be taken as treason.

Resides on Charr.

Grimlock: Very old mech—as old as Kup and many of the Autobots who were aboard the Ark. Speaks in truncated sentences, which is the result of a viral infection that Grimlock himself refuses to have treated. Once a Decepticon, now an Autobot, but not because he shares any of the Autobot's values.
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