The Transformers: Rebirth (IC)

[Hespero-Belkia]

"Oh, shut up!" Boom scoffed. "At least this actually got us noticed."

Rodimus tapped his comm. "All units, this is Rodimus. The hostage situation at the Hall of Records has been peacefully resolved."

[Reddogkeno101]

"Prowl told me about that. Anyway, I wait for them to walk out and if they attack us, I blast them to oblivion." Salvo replied, "but also, what idea do you have?"

"Well Salvo ol' friend," he leaned closer to the combiner's auditory sensors and for a moment considering raising the volume of his speech but decided he didn't want to get mashed hard enough to run him into a spring so he kept a normal voice, "If Rodimus's negotiations go skids up you make a commotion on the left side of the building and I'll sneak in on the right side, arm Swerve with my blaster, and then me, him, and the boss will chase them toward for you to turn into so much slag!"

"Sound like a good idea. I'll move to the other side of the building now. Give me the signal if we go through we plan. Rodimus is a good negotiator, so we probably won't have to. I might get a transfer to Autobot City on Earth after this, this is way too quiet... or maybe we're supposed to think that." Salvo said. "Oh, looks like Rodimus has done it. Well let's go and chat with Rodimus."

With that, Salvo de-combined and became Broadside once again.

[Hespero-Belkia]

Fort Scyk- The Badlands:

In his dimly-lit quarters, Galvatron watched news coverage of the hostage situation at the Hall of Records, his feet propped up on his desk.

"These sort of distractions are just the thing I need," the Decepticon leader grinned as he sipped his mug of vintage Energon.

Hall of Records:

"So, just for clarification, you'll release the hostages and I'll ensure that you get what you want," Rodimus said. "Correct?"

[SaintB]

"Well Salvo ol' friend," he leaned closer to the combiner's auditory sensors and for a moment considering raising the volume of his speech but decided he didn't want to get mashed hard enough to run him into a spring so he kept a normal voice, "If Rodimus's negotiations go skids up you make a commotion on the left side of the building and I'll sneak in on the right side, arm Swerve with my blaster, and then me, him, and the boss will chase them toward for you to turn into so much slag!"

"Sound like a good idea. I'll move to the other side of the building now. Give me the signal if we go through we plan. Rodimus is a good negotiator, so we probably won't have to. I might get a transfer to Autobot City on Earth after this, this is way too quiet... or maybe we're supposed to think that." Salvo said. "Oh, looks like Rodimus has done it. Well let's go and chat with Rodimus."

With that, Salvo de-combined and became Broadside once again.

"It ain't over until the fatbot sings!" Outrunner protested as Broadside decombined.

He pouted and let himself fall a bit before transforming to his alt mode and then zipped off toward the hall of records on his own.

[Reddogkeno101]

As, Broadside approached the library, he could see for himself that it was over. Everyone was walking outside and talking about what might happen next time. Next time indeed. Just then, Outrunner zipped passed by him, so Broadside transformed and chased after him.

[The Intergalactic Russian Empire]

Hall of Records
The Genericons released the hostages and then left, hoping that Rodimus would heed what they said and make sure they were treated fairly, as they left, Swerve said "Well that just happened."

Poland
It was a dreadful day, there was a blizzard so thick you could scarcely see 5 feet ahead of you, and that was good for the Maraudicons, who had been sent out by Russia's glorious leader to clear a path for an invasion, their target was a Polish power station, and stealth was the keyword of the mission, that's why this weather was so advantageous for them. Oh they could see perfectly, their optics could see what human eyes couldn't. They quickly destroyed the station and killed the workers, then disappeared into the snow.

[Hespero-Belkia]

Hall of Records:

Prowl noticed Rodimus walking out with the hostages and strode over to his leader.

"What you did was incredibly risky!" he scolded.

"But it worked," Rodimus retorted. "And that's what matters. Getting those Genericons what they want is easy, all I need to do is make a big enough song and dance of it that the Council will actually do something."

Rodimus briefly looked away. "Let's head back to the Decagon. We're done here."

He transformed and drove down the street back towards the Autobot headquarters. Prowl sighed and then followed.

[Reddogkeno101]

Hall of Records

Broadside saw Prowl and Rodimus leaving, heading towards Headquarters. Broadside decided it was best to follow, so he transformed into his Jet mode and headed towards Headquaters.

[SaintB]

Boooooorrrrrring. As far as Outrider was concerned you don't negotiate with terrorists and hostage takers. You take them down or take them out. Unhappy with Rod's decision to let them walk free he resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing at all he could do about it since he was the Prime and et all. He also headed toward The Decagon at full flight muttering to himself about how this would probably lead to more hostage crises in the future; he would arrive there long before the others thanks to his speed.

[Cainesland]

The old-n-outdated soldier of the unified Cybertronian alliance stood in the hall. A commotion appeared to be in progress. " Pardon me, what's this kerfuffle?" He asked an inferior ranking autobot that was passing by. "There's a hostage crisis". Whiz-Bang nodded and sent him off to whatever it was the young bot had been up to. Whiz bang walked down the hallway doing his signature whistling sound. As he walked closer and closer to the area where the hostage crisis was it began to look more and more like celebration, or at the very least like a calming down of fear. Confused he stopped yet another young bot "Why are they excited?". It seemed strange to him why a commotion would be in progress and then stop soon after despite that it must have been an hour from beginning to the present. "The crisis was solved. Negotiation prevailed.". "Thank you lad".

The news was welcome to Whiz-bang. The fragile peace wasn't likely to last, not with the new decepticons and the inquisition prowling anyhow, but today he could relax. Whiz bang walked over to a bench and sat down. He put one leg over the other and began sharpening his "butter-cutter" (trench knife). Humming a song to himself as he did so.

[Hespero-Belkia]

Rodimus's voice was heard over the intercom.

"All personnel, report to the main hall for a briefing in five minutes."

[Reddogkeno101]

Broadside had arrived at the HQ only a few moments before Rodimus called over the loudspeakers to meet in the Great Hall. Anxious to see some action, Broadside headed upstairs to the main hall. Broadside hoped to be able to use his abilities once more.

[Cainesland]

Rodimus's voice was heard over the intercom.

"All personnel, report to the main hall for a briefing in five minutes."

King tiger Alt-form
B-17 "Flying Fortress" Alt-Form

<We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried line if the Siegfried line's still there.> He whistled silently to himself as he sharpened his trench knife. While he was deep in concentration handling his knife an unexpected alarm sounded from the speakers around him. It startled him out of his concentration. After fumbling with his mirror-polished trench knife he got up and began walking towards the briefing room.

Sgt.Whiz-Bang walked down a hallway, and up some stairs before he arrived at the briefing room, curious as to what would be occurring at this meeting. He quickly took his seat and intently awaited the briefing to begin.

[SaintB]

Outrunner had already been there waiting for a couple of breems with another handful of extra cycles included into that by the time Rodimus made his announcment that there would be a briefing he had made it too the practice range and had just turned on a simulator. "Uhmm I might need a cycle or two boss." he mumbled as he jumped over the swing of a hammer from the brute he had cued up.

He had hoped to get some dodging practice in since he didn't get any action at the hostage crisis like he had wanted and now for the second time today he found Hot Rod was putting up a solid action block. With a sigh the diminutive (for a Cybertronian) Autobot turned to tell the computer to shut the simulation off when the brute charged him with its shield raised in a move that in a real battle could have likely ended with Outrunner crushed under foot and very much not alive. Outrunner rolled to the side and hopped around behind the drone which was many more times his size and even though it wasn't alive this had just become a little personal between he and it. He pulled up his blaster and fired several shots into the back of the drone where the armor plating was weakest to get its attention.

Predictably the drone turned around and raised up its shield to stop the barrage just as Outrunner thought it would so he dropped that avenue of attack and prepared to finish this skirmish the old fashioned way. Once the incoming died down the brute went back into the immediate offensive, raising its massive hammer in a on handed swing straight down toward where Outrunner stood. Outrunner launched himself backward at the last second as the hammer came done and them immediatly rolled forward into a handspring and grabbed hold of the hammer's head (which was the size of him). The drone pulled the weapon back and lifted it and the Autobot up into the air and Outrunner easily used it as a platform to leap onto his enemy's shoulders. In response the brute folded it's shield back into its body and reached for him with its left arm and Outrunner responded in turn by pulling his swords and slashing at it, cutting off three fingers in one smooth motion.

The brute pulled its arm back and gazed at its damaged hand in surprise as electricity crackled from the stumps that used to be its index, ring, and pinky actuators. While it was distracted Outrunner leapfrogged over the enemy's head and crouched then grabbed onto a shoulder plate with his left hand and let himself fall, smashing into what approximated to the back of the brute's neck. It dropped the hammer and tried reaching back behind itself to pry the Autobot off of its weak spot but it was too little too late and Outrunner jammed his sword in between his enemy's shoulder blades, once, twice, three times connecting with the spark chamber on the third try and finishing it off. As it pitched backward Outrunner quickly transformed to alt mode and flew a safe distance away before returning to his robot mode and landing.

He checked the time, "37 Astroseconds? Your getting slow!" he scolded himself before rushing out of the simulator toward the conference office.

[Cainesland]

Sgt.Whiz-Bang looked around the main hall from his seat in the center of the third row from the front. Many an autobot and decepticon was what he witnessed around him. From as old as Ironhide and Kup and young as bumble-bee everyone was there. He unstrapped and took off the large metal helmet from his head and put it on his lap. He quickly turned his head as he heard a buzzing sound similiar to a small remote controlled helicopter but only saw a yellow blur as the immensely fast Roadrunner zipped by him into a seat.

While he waited he looked down at his Autobot/Decepticon symbol spot. As he looked at it he saw painted over it the British symbol and the N.A.Z.I. Germany symbol over that and the soviet symbol painted over that. So now it looked like a mangled mess of earthly symbols that are hardly seen on Cybertron, like a german iron cross with a soviet hammer and sickle over it. He shook his head, not wishing to remove it without direct commands due to sentimental memories on earth and the former factions (autobot/decepticon) no longer existed as a legitimate independent group beyond the fringe groups they have become.

He began thinking to himself, wondering when Rodimus would arrive. While he thought the words of a group of soldier that were waiting for supplies came to him "The longest journey begins with not looking at the map" and the other soldier replying with "No. It begins with a trip to the loo in a blizzard".

[Hespero-Belkia]

Rodimus Prime finally took the podium, flanked by Starscream on his left and Ultra Magnus on his right.

"If I could have your attention for a moment," the Autobot leader began. "I know many of you were involved in the response to the incident earlier today at the Hall of Records. The Decepticons who took hostages there today were not what we often think of when we think of the Decepticons. They weren't elite Seekers, or Phase Sixers, or DJD members...they were ex-infantrybots, the low-level Genericon grunts that nobody has ever cared about. They felt that they were being oppressed, marginalized, and discriminated against by the postwar order. Committing terrorist actions was the only way they felt they could be heard. And the message they delivered to me is one that troubles me very much. It has been almost 40 stellar cycles since we joined together as one to defeat Unicron, and finally put an end to our war. Optimus Prime and Megatron, the leaders who symbolized the Great Cybertronian War, trusted us with rebuilding Cybertron, with melting away the factions that fought each other for millions of years. I remember Optimus's words to me...'no more Autobots, no more Decepticons, just Cybertronians.' We still have a lot of work to do. Postwar society greatly favors Autobots. Out of everyone in this room, the majority of you were Autobots during the war, and still are today- myself included. The bots who are poor, marginalized, and discriminated against are almost all Decepticons. Many of them are unhappy with how little they have received from the Unified Cybertronian Alliance, and view it as Autobot domination of Cybertron. That is why it is imperative that we, as peacekeepers, must work to make sure that everyone receives the rights that they are entitled to. That's all I have to say. Til all are one."

[Cainesland]

Rodimus Prime finally took the podium, flanked by Starscream on his left and Ultra Magnus on his right.

"If I could have your attention for a moment," the Autobot leader began. "I know many of you were involved in the response to the incident earlier today at the Hall of Records. The Decepticons who took hostages there today were not what we often think of when we think of the Decepticons. They weren't elite Seekers, or Phase Sixers, or DJD members...they were ex-infantrybots, the low-level Genericon grunts that nobody has ever cared about. They felt that they were being oppressed, marginalized, and discriminated against by the postwar order. Committing terrorist actions was the only way they felt they could be heard. And the message they delivered to me is one that troubles me very much. It has been almost 40 stellar cycles since we joined together as one to defeat Unicron, and finally put an end to our war. Optimus Prime and Megatron, the leaders who symbolized the Great Cybertronian War, trusted us with rebuilding Cybertron, with melting away the factions that fought each other for millions of years. I remember Optimus's words to me...'no more Autobots, no more Decepticons, just Cybertronians.' We still have a lot of work to do. Postwar society greatly favors Autobots. Out of everyone in this room, the majority of you were Autobots during the war, and still are today- myself included. The bots who are poor, marginalized, and discriminated against are almost all Decepticons. Many of them are unhappy with how little they have received from the Unified Cybertronian Alliance, and view it as Autobot domination of Cybertron. That is why it is imperative that we, as peacekeepers, must work to make sure that everyone receives the rights that they are entitled to. That's all I have to say. Til all are one."

Just as many others Wiz-Bang stood up with a loud racket of metal moving as the equivalent of knees cracking occurred. Wiz-Bang scratched at his black "beard" which had a similar appearance to Jetfire and of the front triangular grate on the old steam engine train he had transformed into in 1890. "Youngsters. Always disrespecting. he said grumbling to himself as he left "Darn whippersnappers". He began to walk down to the training office.