[Isabel Smith]

Isabel seemed to have a waltz almost as she stepped outside her home door. The first thing she did when stepping out was to look up at the sky, not a darkened cloud seemed to linger on the warm day. She almost snorted with this fact shaking her head some and simply held the small wrapped up umbrella at her side when starting her walk down the front porch steps.

It’s likely to storm in the area today so put on a raincoat and carry around an umbrella today Boulder City.

How wrong the weatherman seemed to be, as always. But Is just incase felt to bring at least an umbrella along, the weather was too hot for a raincoat so she still kept to a green t-shirt and jeans for the day, her mood still being slightly sour as she headed off down the sidewalks to the nearest bus stop. It had been two days since her…run in. Two days since she found out that she at least wasn’t the only one out there who had more going on their life that they could handle. Two days since she had declined the ‘offer’ to meet these Autbots that could protect herself and M. [Just not going to elaborate on this cause I’m not very good at predicting the future.]

The choice had been eating away at her for the past two days, protection, and the possibility of safety. Why didn’t she go? It still confused herself even, but at the same time it didn’t. One day out of over three hundred had something ever so gone wrong that her life really felt like it was on the line. A dump truck had been made into one of those robots and was running through the city, all because she had a once in a life time bump in with possibly the only other person that could do what Isabel could do. And then came this kid who seemed to be friend with some robots and…

Isabel stopped her thoughts from running in the previous days again. The point was that she felt safe or safe enough at least. So far the past two days had proved what she wanted, that if she acted like she never met M or this Sam kid that nothing would happen. Certainly no Deceptions or anything were following her, or as far as she could tell they weren’t…yet. There was always that possibility they could find her…but at the same time there was always the chance that she wouldn’t. Hopefully wouldn’t could last forever.

The neighbor was quiet in the morning, al probably still asleep except for other kids heading to school once again in the early morning trying to catch the bus. This again reminded her of two days ago though. She didn’t even end up going, only traveling home after all the chaos. It was the only place she wanted to be. That was no excuse to her parents however, or the school, that she shouldn’t be there. ‘Yeah mom, I ended up making a dump truck come to life today, so I didn’t really feel like going to school.’ That probably would have gone over well…or to be believable either so instead it was more like ‘I just sat on the bus for an hour till you and Dad went to work and skipped coming back home.’ What a joy that turned into. Being confined in her room for a week was punishable enough.

The more Isabel thought about it though, the more it seemed to be a good thing. If she was confined to her room, it meant likely nothing was to find her, or at least less likely to find her if she wasn’t about running the streets in her free time. At the same time though Isabel was still grounded, and grounded was just…grounded.

[Raystorm]

"...You could be my someone, you could be my scene. Know that I will save you from all of the unclean. I wonder what you're doing, I wonder where you are. There's oceans in between us, but that's not very far..."

This had been his only companion for the past two days. Music. The strange language strung in a melodious way with the clashing and whistling and blowing of tones in the background. It was enjoyment for this strange species, with several different styles and rhythms, some with stories and others consisting of just screaming. It was so diverse, from one simple language to another, but seemed to honestly be the planet-wide language between its fleshling people. This was how he learned their language, through listening to their "music". He had already learned well over twelve terran languages, and was working on the latest one, "English". What else could he possibly do with his spare time?

He had landed way off course that he intended. Practically nosediving a few states away from the triangulated location of Optimus Prime's space-sent message, he was lucky to have formed from his protoform state in a forest just a few miles from an air base setting up for a flight show for the public in a few days. Picking a vehicle mode wasn't very hard, what with the absolute abundance of primed and effective jets packed into the human settlement. Selecting his vehicle mode, he swept past the initial human party going to investigate the crater he left without so much a second glance. He then spent the next two days piggybacking off of satellite signals to learn the humans' languages, culture, biology, and other vital information. And finally further pinpointing the exact location of his fellow Autobots, he flew off to find them.

So here he was. Hiding out in the form of a massive Russian SU-37, rolling idly on his spindly wheels across the roadway. His wings were crammed in as tight as he could get them so he wouldn't knock into the living quarters of the humans, and had to recalculate every single trajectory he took. A few passing cars had screeched to a halt to stare at him for a while before going on their way, while others simply ran into the sidewalks and stopped for good. Why? He had no idea. Had they never seen one of their metallic creations trying to follow roadway rules? He had the faintest thought that he was missing out on something, and probably gaining more attention than he needed, but dismissed it as he rolled on.

His cockpit was thrumming with the music radio he had tuned in, helping to pass the time by perfecting the English language, until he stopped by a warning roadway sign. He remembered from his internet-surfing that he needed to stop and "yield to the bus". The massive machine fell silent and still, towering over the fleshlings that were approaching from the distance toward the road sign. His sensors swept across the suburb, but he didn't see a "bus" nearby. The stray thought of continuing on crossed his CPU, but he didn't want to gain any more attention from the human law enforcement by breaking one of their roadway rules.

So there the massive jet waited.

[Isabel Smith]

Isabel started to swing the umbrella around some, holding onto it by the end string, as her stroll continued. The bus stop was ahead and in view now across the street maybe half a block down. She was about to cross the street when the sound of rolling tired of an approaching ‘car’ were heard, so she decided to wait for a moment and let it go by before she crossed to the other sidewalk. Her luck for the week so far would only end up with her getting hit by the car probably if it suddenly flew around the corner, and seeing as she wasn’t at a cross walk, it would be considered to be her fault.

Looking up once again as she waited, the first sign for the possibility of the weather man being right came into view. A single small darkened cloud…only slightly. Big storm that was going to be…or it was just her own little dark cloud out to follow her all day now. She closed her eye at this point and raised her hand pinching the top of her nose with a small sigh, just as the ‘car’ seemed to roll around the corner and go on by. That was all she needed…a cloud following her around.

By the time she opened her eyes once again pushing the darkening cloud thought aside, the ‘car’ had passed by, she caught sight of movement out of the corner her eyes and so as proceeding to cross the street. She was about half way across when her head turned up though to look down the street to the bus stop again, only her focus didn’t go to the bus stop…but stopped to the fact that a jet was sitting in the middle of the street.

Wait…what? Everything suddenly stopped at the odd sight of a jet just…sitting there…in the middle of the road…the ROAD. Not in the sky, on the ground. It wouldn’t have been odd if an air base might have been relatively close or if this was an airway, but neither of the two things were the case, as any sane person could see. What the hell was going on here!?

Standing in the middle of the road nearly dumb stuck as her jaw slowly started to feel like it was dropping, Isabel didn’t have the senses to hear another oncoming car, one going much faster it seemed and unfortunately did whip around the corner going faster then it should and with a driver that didn’t notice Isabel right until it nearly hit her. The sound of tires screeching on the road was the thing that snapped Is out of her stare, and she had turned just in time to see the car stop, thankfully not a running over top of her stop. Instead she felt an abrupt bump to the back of her legs as she stood there like a dear in the headlight, and the first reaction she gave was her hand suddenly slamming down on the hood of the car.

Her heart was pounding for a second there as she was nearly leaning on the arm that was holding her up because of the car. She was almost run over by a car, while staring off into space at a jet in the middle of the street. What else could go wrong? While giving a silent thanks that the only thing that happened was a pure luck nick of time stopping that only bumped her leg some, everything else in her body was seeming to go haywire still…just enough to send a ever so familiar feeling through her body.

No…this in NOT happening! Ever so sadly it was… A small ripple seemed to go though the air, and within a few moments, this driver of the car was going to have more of a problem then possibly getting a law suit of nearly running over a kid in the middle of the street.

The driver was only yelling at Isabel at the moment though as he stuck his head and half his body out of the window of the slick waxed red lexus car, not that Isabel had much of a mind to listen once again. The young adult was yelling alright, mostly insults of how stupid Isabel was, especially after slamming her hand down on the hood of the car, but ever so while an insult turned into a comment to make sure the kid was okay. He was half way through another set of yells if she was even listening to him when the car’s engine suddenly started to rev. Stopping in mid sentence he looked down at the car. His foot was on the brake…

“Sir…get out of your car…” Was this kid talking to him?

[Raystorm]

Despite his tempered patience he was forced to conjure from working so long with the Autobots, and having to rework his moral codes since his defection so many thousands of years ago, he found himself a little agitated that no "bus" had appeared yet. His sensors flickered over the sign again, analyzing its shape and color and symbol to reference again with his knowledge of roadway signs. Surely he was doing the right thing and yielding to this human transportation vessel. However, the incessant stares of the human youth near the roadway sign began to point him towards an obvious error. Maybe he was doing something wrong. The massive jet creaked with his weight and rolled forward an inch or so, causing the small crowd to jump and begin spewing their gibbery language to each other. As far as they knew, there was no one in the cockpit of this jet, which only furthered their confusion over its location and meaning. He stopped again after this, and pondered more on the matter, until the sound of squealing rubber grated his audios.

Optical sensors honed in approximately 30.57 meters away, where the sight of a car slamming to a halt appear. A fleshling stood in front of it, its pinged vitals skyrocketing for that one moment to express its surprise. He wouldn't have paid attention further to the odd little spectacle, if he hadn't felt in his very metallic skeletal frame the energy that surged from the human. Every single sensory point in his body tingled, CPU running laps until it blanked and shut down for a brief moment, warnings and klaxons and sensors going insane from that single burst of power.

What... what was that?! It left him with rebooting systems and a confusion he had rarely felt before. However, this feeling... this energy, it felt so familiar. Surely these humans did not hold any supernatural powers, or electrical manipulation, as he had studied up on their physical limits. Bioform scanners pinpointed the single human that emitted this familiar energy and began a more comprehensive study of it, collecting as much data as possible. He had enough time to read the flowing findings that the energy... was similar to his own spark energy.

Absurd. That couldn't be right. Impossible! But there the fleshling stood, with the car it had banged against coming to life from that transferred burst. His IFF screamed, locating a new spark signature without a transmitted identification code. It was docked as a neutral for now, but the sudden presence of weapon systems powering up within its chassis caused the Autobot to bristle. Something about this was all wrong, dangerous. The human... the vehicle, what was going on?

Power surged into the cold wires of his two vulcan cannons nestled within the undercarriage of his belly, warming up the systems and blinking online their stat screens on his HUD. He couldn't attack, or transform. Not yet. But he had a hard feeling that he wouldn't have a choice if this suddenly semi-hostile new contact decided to get rough. If anything, he had to ensure the safety of that strange human, if only to find out why its power was so similar to his ancient technology.

[Isabel Smith]

The driver’s grip tightened on the wheel as his car continued to rev its engine. He only looked around in confusion as he tried to figure out what might have happened to his car. Did he blow something in the engine from the sudden stop and it was just acting up, but how would just slamming on the brakes really do something to total it or get it to act like it was. A surge of frustration went through him as hit the palm of is hand against the steering wheel muttering about what the hell could be wrong with it.

Isabel, who had taken her hand off the hood, was slowly taking steps backwards from the car, watching it with a wary eye as the revs continued seeming to get louder and long with every step she took away from it.

Please don’t be alive, please don’t be alive…
That hope seemed to be already long since crushed.
Okay, please don’t become a giant robot right now and start trying to blast everything in sight and go on a rampage…
The dump truck day was coming back to her mind. What a mess that created and damage to the streets even more than they already were from the last time robots were let lose in it a year ago.

Is only winced some as the drier hit the wheel of the car. Not that she knew what cars could think, or ones that came to life at least, but if it was alive it probably didn’t appreciate being hit. And in fact, it didn’t like being hit at all. The air bag suddenly exploded in the driver’s face as he yell was muffled some by it. Who knew someone could get out of a car in what seemed like less than a second when they were scared all the sudden. He nearly threw himself out of the open window, not bothering with the door it seemed, and quickly scrambled up to his feet and taking steps back.

“What the hell did you do to my car!” he yelled not taking a glance at Isabel as she tried to continue her own steps backwards, both sets of eyes were locked onto the car and nothing else.

Nothing you would ever believe… Was the only thoughts Isabel had.

Everything went silence, only for a precious two seconds as the car even stayed quiet, the calm before the storm. The red lexus suddenly lurched forward right towards Is, and all she managed to yell out was the highest pitch scream she ever heard herself give thinking that she was about to be run over by the car. Looks like that Sam id was right, he luck had just run out.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she waited to be hit by the car and out of pure muscle reaction her hands were thrown up in front of her, like that would do much help. Waiting, waiting… It should have only taken less than a few seconds to feel the car, but it never came. Her eyes were still glued shut as this thought finally occurred. Where was the pain? Or did she just die without it?

Slowly one eye opened, so slowly that it took her vision a moment to clear to see what exactly had happened…absolutely nothing. The red car was only mere centimeters away from her. She didn’t even hear it throw on it brakes, not to mention she couldn’t think on how it managed to brake so quickly and yet so close at the same time. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she stared at the car in disbelief. And then she heard a sound…

Was it laughing? Was a freaking car laughing at her because of the little stunk and how scared she probably was from it. The sound was a rumble that came out oddly and the car was bouncing as it did so.

Isabel found herself furious all the sudden, as the car continued the action. In a few moments her mind completely boiling over an only was having two main thoughts. One was that how embarrassed she felt and how angry she was at the car, no matter how odd that might have sounded to anyone else, and the other was that there were so many people around. The guy in the car, people in their homes probably, those at the bus stop, unless they were still staring at the jet in disbelief. That was one thing that somehow was erased from her mind, the fact that a jet was still in the road, and that she probably shouldn’t do what she was thinking of doing to the car because of what it was.

That was a late thought of course. The grip she had on the handle of the umbrella suddenly tightened and her knuckles went white, and before she knew it Isabel raised it up and smacked it down on the hood of the car…leaving a nice little dent in the hood of the car. And if it didn’t like being hit just on its steering wheel, than it probably really didn’t like the fact that it had a dent in it now.

Oh shit… The denting tool suddenly dropped to the road as Isabel realized what she did. Taking a few more hesitant steps back she was only greeting was a series of clicks and whirring sounds as the car in front of her suddenly began to…well transform.

[[It felt like it was getting long. O.o; ]]

[Raystorm]

Every pair of eyes and optics in that small congregation remained on the obscure sight of the human and the vehicle. Even with the distant sounds of the city in the background, the entire street had gone quiet. The juvenile fleshlings, despite their previous annoying chatter, grew wide-eyed and curious at the new distraction. The giant jet was just another passerby in that crowd, a bit dumbfounded but intent on seeing what this encounter would unfold for him. He didn’t have to wait long.

He had heard laughter before. Back on Cybertron, with the other soldiers. He remembered distinctly the insane cackling of his various superiors, the quiet snickering of fellow squadmates, the difference between a Decepticon’s bloodthirsty roars and an Autobot’s light-hearted teasing. And that metallic sound emanating from the newly-formed vehicle was certainly not an Autobot’s voice. Although assumptions were personally frowned upon for risk of unwanted situations, the aerial unit wasn’t taking any Primus-slaggin’ chances. He transmitted a request –a demand – for an identification code of the other Tranformer, but received the expected static in return. Of course. It had just been born, it didn’t have any identification codes to send in the first place.

The jet rumbled, shaking away his doubts and concerns and anything else that would stay his data flow. Now or never. His sensors detected the millisecond the other began to transform, and he would only follow in kind. Unhinging the gates on his energy flow to all his weaponry, the massive SU-37 emitted a loud whirr – and stood up.

The streamlined beauty of his vehicle mode split, hinging and twisting, turning and shifting, seeming to grow straight up as several whole parts clanked into new positions. Noticeable armor formed along stretching arms and legs, fingers and boots, the huge span of the angled wings spreading wide across his back with the gleaming red symbol of the Autobot allegiance. His helmet clicked airtight across his cranial cavity, feeling the small flexible bits of his face streamline, and finally activate the blazing optical lights of his golden eyes. It all happened in the span of seven seconds, but to his kind, it was an art in itself and well worth watching.

The gunmetal and red armor formed his forearms twisted angrily, folding back as two large AT-800 vulcan cannons spiraled into place, already warmed up and ready to fire. Keeping one to his side as a small measure of peace, yet another pointed with a tight fist straight at the transformed opponent, the aerial Autobot stood one powerful step forward. He was taller than this one, much taller, but that was never a good way to scale strength and skill. Not that a newborn would have any skill, of course.

His human-like lips set in a firm line, optical shutters closing slightly to mimic narrowed human eyes, and he called out in a clear, thundering, commanding voice, “Power down your weapons and step back from the humans. This is your only warning.”

Though his optics remained fixed on the transformed car, his sensors kept a close watch over the human that gave this monstrosity its life. Biased or not, it was a top priority to protect, more so than the other humans now either standing in there in shock, running for the nearest houses, or taking out small cellular devices and snapping as many pictures as possible. The protection of these fleshling creatures was a primary objective, but this one in particular completely rearranged his commands. He had to protect it, at all costs – if it didn’t run off with the rest of the crowd, of course. For this, he only briefly flickered his optics to the human standing before the transformed car, and twitched the fingers of his lowered arm to it – a small beckon that it should universally recognize as “come away, come here”.

[Isabel Smith]

The Lexus in its own transforming process was…not as graceful, so to speak. Though just as quick it was less of an art that the car had in its final appearance. Jagged and pointed out shoulders, a more narrow and sinister face, a lifeless looking face and deep dark optics slowing taking in for the first time the world below it. So much smaller it was from this view…it seemed so much easier to destroy and tear to pieces, the nature it felt just to do. Destroy, create chaos, and anything else it could think of. Maybe even squish a certain human…the once that had left a dent in it, which could be seen just below one of its eyes. Speaking of which…

The Transformer only had a brief moment to stare down at the being, once again noticing how much smaller it was from this view now, before the sounds like its own came to notice, the jet.

Two giant robots standing in the street of her neighborhood…oh great… Isabel felt like the blood had just frozen in her body. Nothing was working, except her mind which could only process the one fact that there were two giant beings standing on either side of her, and once again like two days ago mass chaos was starting to come about. People were dashing, some like herself frozen on the spot, and others were coming out of their houses to see what the hell was going and doing either of the two things.

This was not happening…this was not happening…this was not happening.

Of course Isabel was having these thoughts only two days earlier. Then she had turned a dump truck into one of these things, and now this! Maybe her luck was running out, in the sense that she was starting to loose her touch in keeping it under control, not to mention once again she had turned a whole car into one of these robots and the only other time she was able to do that was when she bumped into M…now she was doing by herself?

Her body instantly thawed however when the voiced loomed out from behind her, from what used to be the jet. She nearly jumped out of her skin from the sound because it was so loud and no doubt anyone was expecting it. Her head slowly turned and craned up, quite a bit, as she looked up at it. Wait, was it trying to help them? An Autobot…is that what Sam had called them the few days before. The good guys?

Then it had to actually look at her, looking down at her only made Isabel feel smaller then ever, if that was possible but she hadn’t been calling them giant robots for just the heck of it. Even then she couldn’t bring herself to move once again, until the ground shook again and the sound of the street pavement cracking caught her attention.

The lexus had taken the slightest of steps forward, even for it just enough that its foot was making the gap between herself and it small. Moving seemed like a good idea all the sudden, especially if the jet was one of these Autbots. She scrambled, to say the least, as she turned and ran closer to the jet, only hoping that it wouldn’t decide to squish her.

Her movement however seemed to finally make the lexus move itself, with the partial attention on the human, the lexus made a sudden lunge towards the jet. One way or another it was going to have its chaos continue.

[Raystorm]

Decepticons never took the peaceful way out of situations. No, they mostly preferred to go down in a blaze of glory, taking out as many structures and Autobots as possibly before their inevitable destruction. A spare few gave up, only to escape later or be killed in the attempt. This was probably why he wasn’t surprised that the tension-filled confrontation started towards a brawl. While the smaller transformer before him wasn’t specifically of the Decepticon faction, it was still acting immorally hostile toward him and the humans. While he didn’t visibly detect any guns or projectiles on the machine monster, his battle computer was already analyzing what type of weaponry it could possibly be equipped with. It was just created, and from a car at that. It shouldn’t have too much firepower.

And as soon as he looked down toward the human, the curious little entity with its Allspark-like powers, the opponent lunged. He was a little pleased to see that the human would rather take his side than stand in the middle with the “petro-rabbit in headlights” look, as it could have been squished into wiring paste if he or the newborn accidently stepped on it. His optics jerked back to the incoming lexus, and his first option of combat was to fire his vulcan cannons, but that could cause severe structural damage to the surrounding dwellings if he missed. Calculating that this was not a wise decision, and prompting for a better one, the jet unfisted his hand and brought up his other arm to brace himself against the impact of metal against metal.

The aerial unit stomped his leg down against the concrete just in front of the running human, a measure to protect her in case any stray limbs of the lexus attempted to slap her. The concrete instantly cracked and crumbled under the power. Wings spread wide, he rumbled a growling sound from his jet’s engine and pushed back against the newborn transformer. His battle computer kept on spinning with ideas, but all of them were denied due to excessive damage to the immediate area. It was just too populated by the humans to initiate. Even better, he didn’t have a single weapon that wouldn’t punch holes into the flimsy dwellings. Save for his sword, which he would have to be extra careful with, he would just have to stay with hand-to-hand combat.

Grunting against the exertion, the gears in his arms releasing a grinding sound as he pushed down and away at the smaller transformer, the aerial unit backed up his other leg to he could get a better leverage. Although not looking at the humans, most now properly terrified of him and the other robot, his voice boomed out, ”Humans, it would be advised-“ grunt “-to retreat to a safer distance…!”

Primus help him keep these squishy organisms safe.

[Isabel Smith]

It was hard not to be looking at least out of the corner of her eye as she made the scramble. When a giant robot was pissed off at you, and could squish you like a bug, the feeling to always be watching it to see it was doing was there. When the lexus sprung the moment she took off for a run it was a matter of second before everything seemed to shut down again. Her blood was once again frozen in place, or it felt, and the only movement she got after that was dropping down to her knees and throwing her arms over her head. Like that was going to be much help…

A few seconds had gone by and she had been flattened by a giant foot, which was a relief but that didn’t mean it could happen any second. About to look up, or take of again, the ground suddenly shook and cracked beneath her, and for an instant Isabel thought that was it. The cracking a breaking around her was from a massive foot that somehow managed to miss her the first time but wasn’t the second time.

Why didn’t I call M…why didn’t I follow that stupid kid…why is this always happening on my way to school all the sudden!?

Unfolding her arms from over her head though as more second passed, meaning more second that she wasn’t bug stuck to a shoe, she slowly tilted her head up once again. All the air suddenly rushed out of her lungs, air she had been holding and it was a relief to let out. Above her was more or less…protection. The form of the ‘good robot’ was over her; its leg behind her and in fact what had cracked the pavement also.

”Humans, it would be advised-“ grunt “-to retreat to a safer distance…!”

Oh…yeah. Of course that sounded like a good idea, though she still took a few moments of hesitating thought. This was her fault all in all…to an extent because it wasn’t her fault that she was able to make things like a lexus become a giant killing machine, but she had lost control of her emotions in the chock of almost getting hit by the car, and she had let her anger get the best of her and in turn angered the lexus into the rage it was in now. She had to so something to help…hopefully before her neighborhood was reduced to looking like…well, like two giant robots had a big battle through it. Still, this left the question of what the hell she could do in the first place… It would probably be easier to think of course when she wasn’t so up and close to the battle going on around her…

The red lexus meanwhile was digging it’s feet into the pavement trying to push forward. After the initial collision it only took moments till it was obvious of the disadvantage it had towards the towering Autbot, compared to itself at least, not to mention the lack in logic thinking. All it could do was try to push forward against the seeker, kicking up chunks and pieces of the paved street a its feet kicked and dug into the ground trying to just use its strength, not knowing itself if it even had any weapons.

However a quick movement out of the corner of its optic caught its attention, the human was making another dash out from behind the Autobot and off to the side. It suddenly thrashed out to the side where the human was running, hoping to catch its opponent off guard on not focusing all its attention against it. If it could just get around the Autobot enough to reach out one clawed hand.

[Raystorm]

Servos ground angrily against each other, whining and scraping inside of his strained arms and legs, energy pumping into his myomer muscles to pull at his skeletal frame. He didn’t have a lot of power, not like the brawlers and bigger ‘Bots did. Aerial units were never focused on brute force, as they usually had too much speed and agility to need it. However, he did have enough strength to wield a blade properly, and that modified function was probably the sole reason he kept the smaller raging monster away from the fleeing humans. Their scrambles and cries were at least welcome. It meant they were getting the slag out of there before they got stepped on. But he couldn’t hear the screams of that one particular human, which he supposed was behind his foot. Maybe it was too scared to emit any sort of distressed sound. Whichever the reason, he wasn’t going to let this newborn push any further.

With a metallic grunt, the SpecOps surged against its power, pinpointing its sudden shift in weight for whatever reason toward his right side, throwing his own weight against its left shoulder. Hopefully to slam the thing into the ground on its back, the only damage would be to its processor jump and the green territory of one human’s home, and possibly their white fence – hopefully the dog got out of the way as well.

With his scanners rolling over the terrain and trying to decipher the information accordingly, he turned his unsighted detectors toward the human he was attempting to protect. It was running again, heading for Primus-knows-where, probably didn’t care where she was going just as long as she got out of danger. A few moments ago, he was hoping to kill this thing and talk to it, but now that the lexus showed an immediate interest – or rather anger – in it for whatever reason, he suspected her vanishing was just as good. After all, he couldn’t exactly take it with him once this was over. Optimus would give him a lecture he’d never forget.

Still pushing down on the lexus, the jet repositioned his feet wide apart to gain some leverage, and flexed his left wing higher up. The massive appendage shuddered for a second, then metallic panels and parts along its length began to shift and change, much like a mini-transformation. The sheets of metal formed along each other until the vague shape of a elongated rectangle could be seen, then it jettisoned off the wing all-together. Knowing the creature’s strength was still primarily on its right side, he lifted his left hand instead to catch the handle of the newly-formed sword as its sharpened blade snapped into place. Flipping the long weapon down as best as he could with its length, he plunged it down toward the lexus’s neck components. While not a killing blow, it could help to hinder its mobility, slicing vital nerves and cords that helped its CPU contact the various movement systems throughout its chassis.

[Isabel Smith]

For a moment you would have thought the weather prediction was suddenly right, without a cloud in sight still. The snapping sound was sudden, not to mention loud enough, to make ISabel stumble once as she hurried off. This time she didn't exactly want to look back, but she couldn't help it still. A quick glance over her shoulder made her jaw drop slightly (*pokes avvie* xD). HEr feet slowed even as she was far off, from a human stand point, and had pratically thrown herself behind another car parked on the side of the road. She made a note not totouch it and kept a few feet distance between the car. Peeking over and through a window her jaw remained fixed in place with a small seperation between her lips.

It was turning into an all out brawl between the two giants. Well, at least it seemed the onewith the upperhand was the one that was out to protect everyone. It was a sight to see none the less. Two giant robots, one pinning the other down with a sword, at least that is what it looked like, in hand about to give a blow to the other. In other words probably a sci-fi geek's dream battle happening right in her neighborhood....oh great.

The lexus saw the blow coming, it saw something coming the moment the larger machine had managed to pin it down to the ground, cracking the pavement, ground, mailbox, fence, anything its own body landed over. The moment the sword was in eye's view it thrashed about causing more damage to the surrounding area. It felt like you left the ground at least an inch or so every time a limb from the lexus hit the ground.

And of course moemnts later the most ear shattering sound emerged from the creature. It was more so a shriek over anything else as wires flew from the neck joints of it, sparks giving off eletrical charges that snapped a light show in the air. In the first few seconds the shrieking sound rose a few octives before slowly tunning down as the severed wires took effect on the machine. A low irritating humming was all that came from it after a few more seconds, its thrashing slowed. It was in a bad position of course, and yet not ready to give up quite yet...call it the things nature that still had the stiff and weakened awkward motions coming from it.

[Raystorm]

The sword piercing into its neck seemed to signify his victory over the newborn machine. He could almost feel the individual wires and components in its neck snap from the blade of his weapon, each little vibrating through the handle and into his hand. It both sickened and delighted him. While he didn’t expect to see combat this soon after crashing onto the planet, he was also glad to see his skills as a warrior coming into good use. All without seeing a single Autobot yet.

Wrenching the blade sideways to cut a few more vital wires, the tip of the sword nearly reaching the other side of the lexus’s neck, the SpecOps unit released a metallic sigh and leaned his weight off the machine. He kept his hand on the sword’s hilt to keep the newborn pinned down, but did raise up to his full height again, one boot to either side of the lexus’s torso. Aside from the damage caused to the living space of one human’s dwelling, there didn’t seem to be any casualties. And with the raging monster under decent control, he felt it was safe enough for the hiding humans to come out.

While his scanning equipment kept mulling over the lexus’s power signature, weaponry that it hadn’t realized it had, its structure, and other such information, his golden optics turned to where he thought the strange origin of this tussle ran off to. He didn’t have to look for long, as he spotted the human peeking out from behind an idling vehicle not but four paces away. Turning his jet-accented torso toward her a little, he deactivated his vulcan cannons and shifted them back into his forearms. Without the bulky weapons possibly scaring it, he reached out his right hand and motioned with his fingers for the human to come over, ”You, human. He won’t hurt you anymore. Come over here.”

[Isabel Smith]

Isabel felt like her head would be ringing with the sound she just heard for weeks...god that was awful! With her hands presses against her ears, even with the sound having ceased, she sat with her back against the the car she 'hid' behind, ducking back down for the time being. She paused a few moments more when taking her hands off her ears.

Do I even want to know what happened to it. She though...and when finally deciding that she did, she pushed herself up a few inches so that once more she was looking through the windows of the car to see what was going on.

Pinned... The taller robot had seemed to have won after all, if you could concider what had just happened to be a battle. Standing over the once normal lexus, it still had a sword in hand, with a blade threatening to finish off cutting through the neck of the lexux.

Having been fixed on the site of the twitching lexus, Is nearly jumped out of her skin when the other spoke again. With the ringing, as mentioned, still in her ears the equally loud voice made her ears hurt for a short moment. Gazing up, well beyond the windows of the car, she stood up from the crouching position taking a few paces back at first.

Was it talking to her...stupid thought. Of course it was! Did she see any other person near by. Everyone at this point ran off, or was a great distance away where she couldn't see them, but they could probably see the looming figure of the standing robot. Besides, why else would it talk to another other human...not like they were the ones that just caused a lexus to come to life.

She hesitated when moving any futher at first. Heh...running even more sounded really nice at the moment, along with finding someone she could basically scream all that just happened too, maybe soon would be a good time to call M after this. But she was planted in the spot. Mstly because she still was frozen from shock, and fear. But the other was that she was wondering if this was one of the good robots that Sam kid was talking about. It did basically just save her...maybe she should just approach it...as close as possible without feeling like she was getting too close to the lexus at the same time. It looked down and out for the count, but she didn't want to take any sort of chance.

Taking cautioned steps, growing slightly more confadent strides ater the first few steps, she walked out from behind the car at least, not like it didn't see her. After the first ten feet her paces went to more hesitant onces again nearing the giant and the lexus...probably looking like a scared mouse to the robot.

[Raystorm]

With a firm hand on the hilt of his sword and his other lowered back to his side, the massive jet watched the human slowly and cautiously slip out from its place behind the vehicle, rightly wary of his presence. It probably never encountered giant robots on a daily basis, let alone fights between them that could potentially crush its dwelling and devastate its roads. But at least it was safe.

The Autobot glanced back to the downed lexus, allowing another quick scan of its energy levels and mobility, then slowly let his fingers slip from the sword. It wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, let alone struggle any more. Maybe a twitch of a finger here and there, but nothing that would present a danger to the human or him. His sword would keep it pinned even if it did have some mobility left in its severed cords. The jet turned back to the approaching human, noting its distance had shortened between them but still allowed plenty of room. It was so small… Pale and strange-looking, although shaped similarly to himself: two legs, two arms, a head and optical sensors, even a two-piece primitive layer of protective flesh drawn over its pale skin. One misstep and it would be squished easily.

Deciding to study its structure later, when not in the presence of a killer newborn and causing quite a commotion in the humans’ living quarters, the tall SU-37 bent a knee and came slowly to kneel down. One of his hands reached down to press flatly along the slightly-cracked pavement of the sidewalk to help support his weight as he leaned over to get a better look at it. After all, he didn’t want to scare it more than it already was. A few minor adjustments to his voice modulator so he could speak soft enough to not burst the human’s sensitive audios out, the jet rumbled a mild greeting.

“Salutations, human. I am not here to harm you. I am a sentient lifeform from the planet Cybertron. My alias is Raystorm. I have some questions to ask you about your... transforming power.” Well, that didn’t seem so bad. His language was smoother than he expected, kept as formal and peaceful as possible. This would be his first interaction with this planet’s species, and the last thing he wanted was to slip up on his language.

[Isabel Smith]

Wow... It was the only thought she could manage...yet again. Even in the moments of standing between two giant robots earlier where she could have easily gotten crushed, the size of the robots still made her stomach do a few back flips. The thought of how easily she could still be squished lingered in the back of her mind, even the the one out of the two that would have gladly done so was laying in a pile or twitching and fritzed wires.

The term of some sort of 'personal bubble' didn't seem to apply. Isabel felt like her blood turned to ice once again as the robot leaned down and, as close as it could seem, came face to face with her. Imagine...just standing there with a 40 something foot robot looking back at you.

At least her eardrumbs didn't explode or anything. And yet the voice was still loud enough to make her brain rattle, or it felt like it. Not ear shattering like said, but still enough. Maybe she would have cracked a smile though from the greeting, because who said anything like salutations anymore, but there were the few things of course holding her back. She was still frozen in place at the time being, and even if she could laugh, she was scared stiff that she would only anger it.

Raystorm...it wasn't the typical name. But what else could you expect from something that came from another planet...especially one called Cybertron? The more she thought about it, the more something like Dave or Ryan didn't seem to quite fit giant fighting robots, who could pull swords out of no where.

"I...I'm...Isabel" she could only mutter at first trying to get her nerves back about her. But it was harder than she thought, mainly because her head was thinking of so many other things at once that went from that she was still standing in the middle of the street face to face with a giant robot and even once again a small corner of her mind was thinking that she was going to be late for school....again.

"Questions?" she finally managed out though, hopefully loud enough for the robot to hear. It only felt like a squak...