Transformers: Of Bots and Men

Robots In Disguise

A few years passed since the Ark crashed into the side of the mountain. Rubble had successfully buried it from prying eyes, and it remained untouched and undisturbed. That was soon to change as the area began to tremble. An Earthquake shook the ground around the mountain, shifting a few rocks that were surrounding the Ark.

Feeling a shift in the stones, the Ark began to power on.

"Warning: Proximity Alert." Teletraan One announced. "Deactivating stasis pods."

The six pods began to beep, small lights on the top going off before the domes lifted. Stasis gas poured out of the pods as the six bots slowly pulled themselves out. They were all a bit groggy, groans and moans filling the room as they all shuffled to their feet.

"How long were we in stasis?" Prime questioned, leaning against the wall.

"Good question, Optimus." Ratchet told him. "Here's another: What woke us up?"

"Do you think Ultra Magnus came after us?" Bulkhead suggested.

"I doubt that." Ratchet told him. "Something else must have activated the ship's defense grid."

"Only one way to find out." Massacre insisted.

She walked over to towards the cargo bay, hitting the door to open it. As it opened, several tons of dirt, rocks, and debris came pouring into the bridge, almost completely filling in the doorway and trapping the bots inside. Everyone quickly stepped out of the way of the wave, watching as it settled at their feet.

"Well... that answers that question." Massacre let out sheepishly. "Sorry guys."

Ratchet examined the pile of dirt, running his fingers along his chin.

"The structure we collided with must have crumbled around us, burying the ship in rubble." he surmised. "The resulting shift could have triggered the ships proximity sensors."

"Could we pull the ship out of the rubble?" Prowl questioned.

Bumblebee let out a buzz as he approached the ships main computer. As he approached, it slowly fizzled online. The picture was somewhat grainy and the screen was cracked, but he was able to pull up the ship's status log. He shook his head in dismay, letting out a low tone. Prime walked up behind him, scanning the screen.

"The thrusters have been severely damaged, the engines failed, and the back-up power systems are currently ineffective." He reported.

"What about communications?" Ratchet suggested. "Perhaps we could get a signal to Cybertron and-"

"I'm afraid long-range communication is impossible." Prime reported. "The antenna snapped off during the landing. We'll be lucky if the signal makes it past the planets upper atmosphere."

"So basically, we're stranded on this planet, buried under who knows how many tons of rubble, trapped in a ship that's basically a scrap heap." Bulkhead grumbled. "Just great."

Massacre looked at the slope of dirt, following up and grinning as she saw light pouring in from a small gap near the top.

"We're not buried that deeply." she pointed out. "There's a way out."

Everyone looked at the hole, Bumblebee turning to Massacre with a confused beep.

"Bumblebee is right." Prowl told her. "That hole is far too small for any of us to get through."

"Yeah, I doubt even Prowl could ninja his way through that." Bulkhead agreed.

"I can fit." Massacre insisted, stepping back from the group.