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PostSubject: Twin Danger (type of transformers story)   Fri Oct 28, 2011 5:23 am

Prologue

It was a calm night on earth. No clouds or wind, stars bright, and two shooting stars.
The shooting stars were rapidly moving closer to earth at a speed faster than light.
Anyone who saw them that night wished upon a star.

Chapter one

The outer protection of the shooting meteors burnt off on impact of the earth’s ozone layer. The crust that had burnt away revealed a smooth metal sphere on both UFO’s. When they began their decent they missed any town by a long shot. They crashed on the beach a few miles down from any town.
On impact sand and dirt flew away from the crater they made. Smoke from hot dirt rose from the site.
There was a series was clicks and whirs coming from the smooth spheres. A silhouetted shape formed from one of the metal balls and crawled out from the wreck. More clicks and buzzes came from the second meteor. It too stumbled out of the hole.
In closer view, the two shapes looked like short beings. But when in plain sight, the two little people were actually two baby robots with half of their bodies covered in organic flesh.
They waddled away from the site giggling and babbling.

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PostSubject: Re: Twin Danger (type of transformers story)   Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:15 pm

Sector 7’s point of view

Seymour Simmons was in the room with the box that could withstand the Huge alien Cube’s controlled energy watching his old music playing turn into a nasty little robot creature when an alarm went off.
“Another Alien object!” he said out loud in excitement. Simmons reached over and flicked the switch to destroy the creature in the glass case, then rushed out of the room to Sector Seven’s monitor room.
“What’s the location?” he demanded from one of the agents in charge of tracking the crash site of the object.
“In the desert 25 miles from here.” The agent replied.
Seymour grinned. “Yes! Let’s go get us some alien trespassers!”

Robot #1’s point of view

The first creature that had emerged looked at her surroundings. The ground was softer than she remembered, and the sky was darker than it was before. She looked around for her femme but saw nothing except for her brother, the hole they had created and lots of soft ground matter. She realised that her sibling and she weren’t on their home planet in the loving arms of their femme anymore. She flopped down onto her tutus and began to sob.

Robot #2’s point of view

The second robot creature waddled up a small hill that was situated a few yards from their crash site. He climbed to the top and looked at the view. It looked to him that there were miles and miles of soft matter that covered the ground. He knew that this wasn’t what his home planet looked like, this place was much different. The robot heard soft sobs coming from below the mound of soft matter. He made his way back, slipping down the slope of lose matter to his sister. He crawled to her and comforted her by making odd warping and clicking sounds which was their language that they spoke in.

Sector 7

Simmons was in the lead vehicle with the tracker device in his grasp. The tracker started to beep more rapidly as they got closer to the unidentified objects.
“Stop here.” He ordered when they were close to the Alien artefacts. He received some odd expressions from his colleges in the vehicle.
“Sir, we’ve still got 1500 meters to go.” The agent who was driving the car said.
“We’ll walk from here; if these alien things are alive we don’t want them to run.” Seymour explained. He exited the car with his colleges following close behind. Simmons searched for which direction the signal was coming from. He did a 90 degree turn and the beeping became quicker, a grin spread arcoss his face.




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PostSubject: Re: Twin Danger (type of transformers story)   Wed Dec 28, 2011 8:34 pm

Robo 1

The half organic half robot creature was glad that she wasn’t alone; her brother stayed with her and not wandered away like he had done on their home planet that had brought them into this mess. She was still upset that they were somewhere strange and without their femme. She looked up to the sky where thousands of bright dots once shimmered when they had first arrived, she saw that they had now disappeared and the colour of the sky above had started to change colour. That had never happened on their world; she tried to process what was happening. She intercomed the question to her brother and he too looked up.

Sector 7: Simmons

They were getting close now; the excitement that filled Seymour wouldn’t let the grin to come off of his face. He practically ran towards the site that the beeping tracker was leading him to, all his accomplices panting to keep up with him.
“One more sand dune people.” He called back to them. He climbed the mound of sand, and the beeping became faster, and faster. He knew they reached the site so he turned the tracker off and peeped over the top of the dune. His eyes spied on two figures sitting in the sand facing away from him. He turned around to the other agents and signalled for them to be quieter. The second person up was Simmons’s second in command Miss Alexandra Crusoe. She looked through binoculars at the two figures in the short distance.
“They look to be human, other than a robotic arm on each specimen.” She murmured to Seymour.
“So they’re not the same as N.B.E.-01?” he asked his next in command.
“No.” She replied. “But very close.” She zoomed in on the unidentified creatures. “Their mechanical arms look the same as N.B.E.-01 sir, so maybe these two are from the same alien race.” She continued to say.
“Alright. People, we’ll need two crates and radiation protective clothing. Let’s move!” he ordered the agents behind him.

Robo 2

The second Techno organic stood up to study the brightening sky. A big ball of lava type matter was rising from the direction they were facing. He had never seen anything like it, the ball fascinated him. But then he was distracted, he heard unfamiliar noises coming from the mound behind them. Beeping and clicking came from his vocal processor telling his sister about it. He turned around to see what it was; he thought it might’ve been their femme come to rescue them. He started to giggle and waddle up to the two shiny spheres that were looking at him from on top of the mound; he thought they were his femmes searching optics.

Sector 7: Miss Crusoe


She spied on the two little beings as the others got the gear ready. She heard Simmons ordering the other agents around, she noticed he was unusually excited about this finding. The little specimens she was watching seemed to be looking at the sun rise, more like studying it intently. Alexandra got a fright from a crash that happened behind her; one of the new recruits dropped one of the cages that they were going to place the alien creatures. Alexandra sighed and shook her head, she returned to keeping an eye on the two short things. One of them had turned around and was looking straight at her. It moved towards her slowly, she noticed it waddled like a baby learning to walk. When the creature came into closer view she saw that it was in fact a baby.
“Guys! Wait!” she called down to the agents. “They’re only babies” she put down her binoculars and rushed down to the others. “Sir, these two aliens are only infants. We can’t cage them up.” Alexandra said. She saw Seymour process what she had just said; she thought he might actually consider what she had said for once.
“No can do Crusoe. These things are alien; they deserve to be locked up.”
“But they’re only babies. What did they ever do to you?” she protested.
“Their race came here and are causing us havoc trying to keep them a secret. They need to be under lock and key.”
Alexandra glared at her superior before she stalked back up the mound. When she reached the top she saw the two infant creatures at the bottom of the small hill crying. She slowly made her way down to the toddlers and crouched beside them.
“Hay there. It’s ok. I won’t hurt you.” She said in a motherly tone. She wrapped her arms around each human/robot creatures and they slowly stopped crying and clung onto her. “See, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” She carried them back up the small hill to the group of agents still readying themselves to retrieve the creatures.
“Agent Crusoe, what in the hell are you doing?” Simmons demanded.
“I’m retrieving the unidentified creatures, just as our mission intended.” She replied. The two creatures nestled into both sides of her neck just like how human babies would. She got back into one of the convoying vehicles ready to get back to base at Hoover dam.


16 years later

Robo #2

“Get back here you lil twerp!” roared one of the infuriated agents.
“Not on your life.” Murmured the techno organic as he ran from the agent who was meant to be keeping an eye on him. He slowed only when he reached the Base’s Training grounds where he knew his sister would be at this time. He snuck in through the door and stood leaning against the back wall. He had used some inhuman speed to get here, which meant that the idiot agent would be along shortly. He spotted his twin wrestling with one of the strongest in the place. She, of course, won the battle. Why do these monkeys have to test them all the time, obviously they were intelligent beings from another planet with better skills then these nimrod earthlings. The creature immediately changed his thoughts; he was on a good behaviour and anger management programme that he should pass with flying colours, not including the last two tests he failed miserably. His sister caught him watching and ended the battle quicker than she normally did; she had told him that she liked to make it look like she has trouble when really she doesn’t.
“Autocrat, what brings you here?” She asked him.
He shrugged. “Same old, same old. The simpleton of a babysitter was getting on my nerves again.” Autocrat replied. His sister sighed clearly over his outbursts of anger.
“Brother, you need to control yourself. You can’t get away from all of this, just learn to accept it.” She said in a tone that sounded as if she was tired of repeating herself.
“Despot, I’m never going to give in to these Knuckleheads.” Autocrat said feeling like he’d overused that line of speech. Despot shook her head and sighed again. He saw that she looked over to the door that had just flung open swinging with force that made it crash into the wall beside it. Autocrat rolled his eyes; he was sick and tired of being kept on a leash.
“See you later ‘Crat.” Despot waved him good bye and went back to her training. His little game of hide-and-seek now over, Autocrat sluggishly made his way back to his over-watchful babysitter.

Sector 7: Simmons

“Again! That’s the fourth time today!” Simmons boomed.
“Sir, Specimen 158 declares that he doesn’t want to be caged like a petty animal.” Agent Reynard said. Seymour rubbed his temples wishing for his migraine to dissipate. He didn’t care that the creature didn’t want to be here. 158 was an alien, a trespasser to his world. He and his sibling, Specimen 159 were to be kept within the dam walls away from society forever. The world didn’t need to know of their existence, they shouldn’t even exist on this planet.
“Sir?” the agent asked bringing Simmons back into the real world.
“What?” He snapped at Reynard.
“I’ve ordered for 158 to be confined to his cell until further notice.”
“Good. That way we can keep an eye on the little-“His office door flew open. A startled agent came rushing in.
“Sir. S-specimen 158 has an agent held hostage in his cell.” He panted.
“Why in the world would an unarmed guard wander into his cell!” he raised his voice in frustration. What else could happen today?

Autocrat


Now that he had the idjit in here what would he do with him? Autocrat had a hand over the infidel’s mouth and one holding his arms back. The agent tried to call out for help but it wasn’t loud enough to hear. He struggled against 158’s grip.
“Stay still and you won’t get hurt.” Autocrat said darkly into the agent’s ear. Running footsteps came right on time. “Here they are now.” He muttered. He heard a voice that was easily distinguished from any of the other staff at the base, it was Seymour Simmons. Just as he thought of the name the man peeped through the slide window on the door.
“Release him.” His voice came in through the hole. Autocrat smiled darkly his plan coming together nicely.
“What will you do if I don’t?” The Techno organic asked.
“We will sedate you like all the other times. Now let him go.” Simmons ordered again.
“Make me.” Autocrat muttered. Simmons narrowed his eyes before slamming the peep through closed. The boy heard loud orders being made by Seymour but they were too muffled for him to hear. He feared that they would sedate him and throw him into solitary confinement for who-knows-long again. He reluctantly let go of the hostage and slumped back to his hard bed. The agent rushed to the door and knocked three times before it opened. When it closed again Simmons looked back through the peep hole.
“Consider yourself lucky, punk.” Then it was shut again. Autocrat let out a frustrated sigh, whatever he did to get out of here ended up with him being sedated or injured. How could his sister live like this?




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PostSubject: Re: Twin Danger (type of transformers story)   Thu Dec 29, 2011 6:20 pm

wow thats really cool
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PostSubject: Re: Twin Danger (type of transformers story)   Thu Dec 29, 2011 9:45 pm

Thankies Razz
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PostSubject: Re: Twin Danger (type of transformers story)   Thu Jan 05, 2012 9:49 pm

The same day

Sector 7: Miss Crusoe

Alexandra heard of the mishap that happened in 158’s cell. She rushed to Seymour’s office. She was given sour glances as she walked past fellow agents. What have I done? She wondered. Once she reached Simmons’s office she didn’t knock, she just barged right in.
“Sorry I’m late. What happened this time?” She asked.
“Your little alien buddy nearly killed yet another agent.” Simmons said rubbing his head. Alex saw that the stress was getting to him.
“Sir, it isn’t my fault he makes his own decisions.” She said. Simmons sighed.
“I recommend me talking to him. I think I can get him to...” she said before he cut her off.
“Crusoe, you’re not going in there alone! How many times do I have to tell you this?”
“I just think I can...”
“No. Never. You’re too important. We can’t trust this alien.” He said more calmly.
“Sir, please.” She begged. He never listened to her ideas; even sixteen years ago back in the desert-like dunes of that beach. He didn’t even consider her idea. Seymour looked at her; she thought he was thinking it over.
“159 asked for you.” He said clearly wanting to change the subject. Alexandra sighed and nodded.
“Think over what I said. I think it’ll work.” Then she left the room to go and find Despot.

Sector 7: Simmons

After his second in command left his office the phone rang. He was reluctant to pick it up, but he had to.
“What?” He asked through the receiver.
“Is this Seymour Simmons?” The voice on the other side asked.
“Why do you want to know?” Simmons snapped.
“We are ringing to inquire about certain beings you have in your custody.” The voice said ignoring Seymour’s question. Simmons stayed silent; he didn’t want to say anything over an open phone line to a stranger.
“We’ll be at Hoover dam in fifteen minutes, be ready or we’ll use force.” Then the phone went dead. Seymour was in shock. Who the hell was that, and what did they want with two beings? He stood straight up and stormed out of his office.

Despot

The Techno Organic was outside her brother’s cell. Her guard was watching so she had to be careful to what she said.
“’Crat, what were you thinking!” She whispered viciously through the peep hole.
“I wasn’t ok!” Autocrat said. He was sitting on his bed facing away from her. She sighed feeling defeated, she hated that her brother kept getting into trouble. Why was it so hard for him? Despot then heard light footsteps echoing down the hall. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a familiar figure appear.
“Alex!” Despot called out. She heard her brother shuffle on his bed.
“Are you trying to trick me?” He asked Despot.
“No way, it’s really her!” she said excited. The female agent smiled in her direction.
“Despot, it’s good to see you.” The agent said with open arms. Despot moved away from the door and gave Alexandra a hug.
“Is this going to happen every time Auto messes up?” The Techno Organic asked. The human female chuckled.
“It will if it happens frequently, but at the moment I came because you asked for me.”
“Oh yea. I have a question I wanted to ask you in person.” Despot said moving back to her brother’s door.
“I was wondering if you knew how we can get Bone head in there to stop doing this.” The Techno Organic asked. The agent looked at her with a thoughtful expression then she shook her head.
“I’m sorry Despot, I don’t. But I suggested to Simmons that I talk to him.” She said. Despot thought it was an idea they could try, but before she could unlock the door Alexandra added more to what she said.
“But he didn’t think it was a good idea, he doesn’t trust Autocrat like I do.”
Despot understood. Simmons was such a wuss, he wouldn’t even go near Auto without someone with him.
“Do you think he’ll listen to me?” She asked the agent. Alexandra shrugged.
“I suppose you could try.”
Despot heard Autocrat moving around in his room.
“There’s nothing you can do to change my mind. I want out.” He said suddenly on the other side of the peep hole.
“I know brother, but we can at least try and make this place more comfortable.”
“Hmmm...” Autocrat went. “I want a spa pool, a pool table and whatever else I want.”
“We’ll see.” The female agent said with a chuckle. “But first we have to see if Simmons will co operate with Despot.” As soon as Alexandra said his name there was another pair of footsteps coming down the hall.
“Speak of the devil...” Auto said.
“And he shall arrive.” Despot finished.
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PostSubject: Re: Twin Danger (type of transformers story)   Thu Jun 14, 2012 9:51 pm

(I haven't had any comments to hear more from this story, but I have written another part nonetheless.)

Sector 7: Seymour Simmons

He stormed down the hall marching towards Crusoe and 159.
“Alexandra, may I speak with you?” he asked trying to cover his nervous voice. He didn’t hear what the female agent whispered to Despot, but she hurried over to him anyway.
“What is it sir?” She asked him curiously. Simmons beckoned her to take a few steps away from the techno organics.
“Crusoe, I just received a phone call from an anonymous number.” He whispered looking back and forth nervously between Despot and Alexandra.
“Why’s that my...” Crusoe started to ask.
“It’s your problem because it involves your techno friends.” He snapped to Alex before she could finish her sentence. He saw the worried expression trying to sneak onto Alex’s face. He wondered if she wanted to know more, but he kept quiet.
A bead of sweat formed on Simmons’s forehead, this unknown phone call was stressing him out. Why would someone want the two specimens? How did they know about them? What would happen if he didn’t co operate? So many questions were filling the poor man’s head.

Autocrat

From behind the weakly locked metal door, ‘Crat could hear everything that was said. Didn’t those petty humans remember that he had exceptional hearing?
He exchanged a look with his sister that had ‘what the Pit?’ written all over it.
Strangers? He wondered. Who would want anything to do with them? How did they find out about them in the first place?
All these sorts of questions filled the techno organics processor.
“Did you hear that?” His sister whispered to him. “Somebody knows about us!” She sounded scared to him, but he was ecstatic!
Somebody knew about them! They would get them out of this hell hole and to somewhere decent, maybe with their own kind! Maybe even back home. Which got Autocrat thinking, where was home? He couldn’t remember anything about it.
He heard the lightly trodden footsteps return.
“Alex, what was that about?” He asked in his usual way.
“Nothing to worry about ‘Crat, but...” To Autocrat the femme seemed like she desperately wanted to tell him.
“But?” Despot asked also wanting to know the details.
“But, Nothing. Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.” She said clearly changing her mind.
“Well that clears things up doesn’t it?” ‘Crat said. “We never get told anything! Why is everything a secret around here!?” He yelled.
“Autocrat, please keep your voice down.” Crusoe whispered to him.
“No! I’ve had it! I’m not listening to you pink monkeys any longer!” He boomed and hit the metal door in frustration which left a mighty dent in it, and stormed off back to his bed. Once there he let his legs buckle from underneath him and plonked onto the covers. He faced away from the door not wanting to talk, or even look at anybody. He planned on sitting there alone in the dark until these strangers came and took him away from this hell on earth.

Sector 7: Alexandra

Crusoe worried about Autocrat. He was always upset about something and always yelling. Was it her fault that he was like this?
“Don’t worry about him.” She heard a voice say. “He’s just grumpy because he has to have time out. He’ll get over it.”
Alex looked to the little techno person standing next to her.
“You think so?” She asked.
“I know so. He’s always like this. It’s just because he can’t get his own way.” Despot told her.
That made Alexandra smile.
She watched as Despot slid the little window closed on her brother’s door.
“So who are these strangers?” The girl asked.
“I don’t know. But they want you two.” Alex answered truthfully. “And if they don’t get their way, they’re threatening to use force.”
“Ha!” Despot went. “Sounds like my brother.”




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