Post by Grimlock on Apr 6, 2013 23:08:17 GMT -5
Amidst the bright blue skies and puffy white clouds of the Australian cost was what some would consider an unusual sight: A giant fireball. The large flaming mass that was plummeting to the ground wasn't an asteroid, but a small ship of non-human creation and was housing a rather annoyed Cybertronian. The Autobot at the controls wasn't the greatest pilot, or even a mediocre one, but could manage to walk away from any landing he did. Considering the pilot was Grimlock, his obscene durability guaranteed he'd walk away from a simple shuttle crash.
From inside the cockpit a multitude of lights were flashing brightly, alarms blaring loudly, the ship was shaking violently, and the ground was approaching as expected. In the middle of it all was the Dinobot Leader laying on his belly and carefully pressing buttons with his large hands. All things considered, everything was going according to plan. Grimlock had refined the art of letting every Autobots and Decepticon's know exactly where he was. The small ship he was comically stuffed into would ping as a civilian vessel, and given the amount of alarms that were going off there was no doubt it was broadcasting its non-aligned distress signal.
To add to everything, Grimlock pressed a glyph on the communications panel and began broadcasting a simple data packet on open channels. It was a small video clip of a weathered wall in the beating rain with the LSCF symbol painted on the side of it. One of their old outposts was still standing to this day. After a couple of seconds of rain instead of a burst of thunder there was the booming sound of five robot dinosaurs roaring ferociously, and then the clip ends. When you spend the amount of time Grimlock has with the same four friends on a nearly barren planet and locked in an eternal conflict, you learned how to make your own fun.
Now every Decepticon, Autobot, or neutral Cybertronian on the rock would know the Dinobots were coming. Now if the Decepticons got to him first it wouldn't be some pathetic little scouting party, they'd actually send something of a challenge. Grimlock was one of the few out there that considered picking a fight before touching ground was a good idea.
The small craft slammed into the beach at full speed, carving a long and deep trench in the ground as it violently decelerated, littering the landing site with debris. When it finally came to a screeching stop everything went suddenly quite aside from the bits of wreckage that managed to stay on fire and the waves crashing against the shore. The landing could have harmed many a Cybertronian had they not been wearing any safety restraints like Grimlock. Lucky ones would have had injuries, unluckier ones may have been put into stasis to preserve their lives until help could arrive, and the unluckiest would have gone offline. Grimlock wasn't like many Cybertronians though. Grimlock had survived torture and horrors that would have broken lesser bots. Grimlock had been cut open, shot, blown up, set on fire, dropped from orbit, drowned, hosed with acid, everything in between, and everything beyond, and he somehow survived it all. Grimlock is the biggest, and the strongest there is.
The silence was pierced when a fiery-orange blade suddenly erupted through the roof of the small ship. The blade retreated for a second before stabbing outward from a different location accompanied by a grunt of frustration. The energon-sword was stabbed through the ship a few more times before the Dinobot leader was able to make a few long slices and make himself an exit from the burning piece of scrap that was around him. Grimlock let out a feral growl as he climbed out of the wreckage and set foot on Earth's soil for the first time.
Grimlock leaped from the wreckage and into the surf before walking into the ocean. Transforming into his Beast-Mode, he waded out deep enough that he could crouch down and hide beneath the surface of the water. Someone was going to come investigating the crash eventually, and if it wasn't someone he liked he was going to have an ambush already set up. His large tail periodically swept across the sand, clouding the water around him and concealing him any aerial spotters who would have been able to pick out his silhouette otherwise. Knowing a Dinobot was in the area and knowing where he was were two very different things.
From inside the cockpit a multitude of lights were flashing brightly, alarms blaring loudly, the ship was shaking violently, and the ground was approaching as expected. In the middle of it all was the Dinobot Leader laying on his belly and carefully pressing buttons with his large hands. All things considered, everything was going according to plan. Grimlock had refined the art of letting every Autobots and Decepticon's know exactly where he was. The small ship he was comically stuffed into would ping as a civilian vessel, and given the amount of alarms that were going off there was no doubt it was broadcasting its non-aligned distress signal.
To add to everything, Grimlock pressed a glyph on the communications panel and began broadcasting a simple data packet on open channels. It was a small video clip of a weathered wall in the beating rain with the LSCF symbol painted on the side of it. One of their old outposts was still standing to this day. After a couple of seconds of rain instead of a burst of thunder there was the booming sound of five robot dinosaurs roaring ferociously, and then the clip ends. When you spend the amount of time Grimlock has with the same four friends on a nearly barren planet and locked in an eternal conflict, you learned how to make your own fun.
Now every Decepticon, Autobot, or neutral Cybertronian on the rock would know the Dinobots were coming. Now if the Decepticons got to him first it wouldn't be some pathetic little scouting party, they'd actually send something of a challenge. Grimlock was one of the few out there that considered picking a fight before touching ground was a good idea.
The small craft slammed into the beach at full speed, carving a long and deep trench in the ground as it violently decelerated, littering the landing site with debris. When it finally came to a screeching stop everything went suddenly quite aside from the bits of wreckage that managed to stay on fire and the waves crashing against the shore. The landing could have harmed many a Cybertronian had they not been wearing any safety restraints like Grimlock. Lucky ones would have had injuries, unluckier ones may have been put into stasis to preserve their lives until help could arrive, and the unluckiest would have gone offline. Grimlock wasn't like many Cybertronians though. Grimlock had survived torture and horrors that would have broken lesser bots. Grimlock had been cut open, shot, blown up, set on fire, dropped from orbit, drowned, hosed with acid, everything in between, and everything beyond, and he somehow survived it all. Grimlock is the biggest, and the strongest there is.
The silence was pierced when a fiery-orange blade suddenly erupted through the roof of the small ship. The blade retreated for a second before stabbing outward from a different location accompanied by a grunt of frustration. The energon-sword was stabbed through the ship a few more times before the Dinobot leader was able to make a few long slices and make himself an exit from the burning piece of scrap that was around him. Grimlock let out a feral growl as he climbed out of the wreckage and set foot on Earth's soil for the first time.
Grimlock leaped from the wreckage and into the surf before walking into the ocean. Transforming into his Beast-Mode, he waded out deep enough that he could crouch down and hide beneath the surface of the water. Someone was going to come investigating the crash eventually, and if it wasn't someone he liked he was going to have an ambush already set up. His large tail periodically swept across the sand, clouding the water around him and concealing him any aerial spotters who would have been able to pick out his silhouette otherwise. Knowing a Dinobot was in the area and knowing where he was were two very different things.
