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Transformers Robots in Disguise
Scenario:Transformers Prime/Robots in Disguise 2015
Optimus Prime (Leader), Ultra Magnus (Second-In-Command), Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Arcee, Cliffjumper, Wheeljack, Smokescreen, Jack Darby, Miko Nakadai, Rafael 'Raf' Esquivel, Special Agt. Bill Fowler, June Darby, Strongarm, Sideswipe, Fixit, Grimlock, Drift, Denny Clay, Russell Clay, Angel Darby - Daughter of Jack and Miko, Aden Esquirel - Son of Rafael 'Raf'
Angel Darby - Daughter of Jack and Miko, Aden Esquirel - Son of Rafael 'Raf'
Angel and Aden meet Danny and Russell for the first time and see some old friends in Transformers Robots in Disguise 2015
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Jack Darby
father, deceased
Angel Darby
daughter, current
Bulkhead
friend, current
Angel Darby
I was so excited to go to the park with my brother Russell.
We hadn't been in a while, and I was looking forward to playing on the swings.
As we walked through the gates, I saw some of my friends from school.
"Mom, can I go play with my friends?
I'll be right over here," I asked.
"Okay, but don't stray," she answered.
I ran off, leaving my mom and brother to watch from the benches.
After a while, I got bored and decided to go get some refreshments from the food cart.
As I waited in line, I heard some loud noises and saw a cloud of smoke heading in our direction.
I started to get worried, but then thought nothing of it and continued to wait in line.
When it was my turn, I ordered a hot dog and an ice cream cone.
I walked over to the grass and sat down at a table to eat my treats.
As I looked up at the sky, I saw a plane flying low and then crashing into the ground not too far away from me.
I got up quickly and ran over to see what had happened.
When I got there, I saw that it was a robot who had crashed and then transformed into something else.
I was amazed and didn't know what to do.
Heart pounding, I stumbled backward from the crashed robot.
My ice cream cone slipped from my fingers and fell to the grass.
The metallic figure shifted and groaned, parts clicking and whirring as it tried to stand.
Through the settling dust, I could see that it was a robot, but it didn't look like any robot I had ever seen before.
It was huge and had red and blue colors on its body.
I realized that it was Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots.
But something was wrong with him - he looked damaged.
Sparks flew from his shoulder joint, and his optics flickered weakly.
The other people in the park started screaming and running away, but I couldn't move.
I just stood there, frozen in place, staring at Optimus Prime as he struggled to get to his feet.
My throat felt dry as I called out for my mom and brother.
"Mom! Russell!"
My voice cracked as I shouted their names.
I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see my mom and brother running towards me. "Angel! Are you okay?" my mom asked, grabbing hold of me tightly.
I nodded, still unable to speak.
My brother Russell looked up at Optimus Prime with wide eyes.
"Wow," he breathed.
Optimus Prime finally managed to stand upright, his massive body towering over us.
He reached out one hand towards me, and I flinched back instinctively.
His voice, deep and resonant, echoed through the chaos as he said, "I need your help."
I stood there, rooted to the spot, as Optimus Prime's massive form cast a shadow over us.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I could hear Russell's ragged breathing beside me.
My mom pulled us both behind her protectively, but before she could say anything, the sound of a motorcycle engine cut through the noise of the crowd.
A sleek blue motorcycle sped towards us, weaving through the people who were still running away from Optimus Prime.
As it approached, it suddenly transformed mid-stride into a robotic form, landing gracefully on its feet between us and Optimus Prime.
The robot turned to face us, and I saw that it was a female Autobot, her body sleek and curved with bright blue optics glowing in her face.
She stood tall and strong, her weapons systems humming with power.
I recognized the stance from my dad's old photos - this had to be Arcee.
I watched as Arcee lowered her weapons, turning to face us with a look of urgency in her eyes.
"Jack's daughter," she said softly, recognition flickering in her optics.
My mom's grip on my shoulder tightened, and Russell stepped forward, but I grabbed his arm to hold him back.
The sound of sirens filled the air as Optimus Prime stumbled, catching himself against the side of a nearby building.
Sparks continued to shower from his damaged shoulder, and I could see energon leaking onto the pavement.
Arcee turned back to him, concern etched on her face.
"Optimus, you're badly damaged," she said, reaching out a hand towards him.
"I need to get you out of here."
Optimus Prime nodded slowly, his voice strained as he spoke.
"I have failed the Autobots. I must find a way to make it right."
Without another word, Arcee transformed back into her motorcycle form, her engine roaring to life.
She moved closer to us, gesturing for us to get on behind her.
"Get on," she said, her voice firm and commanding.
"I know somewhere safe." I hesitated for a moment, looking at my mom for guidance.
She nodded slowly, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and trust.
I climbed onto the back of Arcee's motorcycle form, Russell following close behind me.
I gripped the handlebars tightly, feeling Russell's arms wrap around my waist.
Arcee's engine revved, and we took off into the streets, weaving through the crowds of panicked people.
I could hear Optimus Prime's heavy footsteps behind us, his labored breathing echoing through the air.
We sped through the streets, dodging cars and leaping over obstacles as we went.
The wind whipped through my hair, and I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw Optimus Prime lumbering after us, his massive form causing destruction as he went.
We finally reached the outskirts of town, and Arcee took a sharp turn down a back alley.
The sound of police sirens filled the air, and I could see flashing lights in the distance.
Arcee picked up speed, racing down the alleyway as fast as she could. We emerged onto a dirt road that wound its way up into the mountains.
Arcee sped along the road, her tires kicking up clouds of dust as we went.
I could see Optimus Prime in the distance, his massive form laboring to keep up with us.
As we climbed higher into the mountains, I could feel the air growing cooler and thinner.
The trees grew closer together here, casting long shadows across the road.
I could hear strange noises coming from the forest - birds chirping, leaves rustling, and something else that sounded like machinery humming in the distance.
Arcee rounded a bend in the road and suddenly stopped short.
I looked up to see a massive metal door built into the side of a mountain.
The door slid open with a hiss, revealing a hidden refuge where the Autobots could regroup and plan their next move.
As the massive door closed behind us, my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the cavernous space.
The air felt cool and damp, with a metallic tang that made my nose twitch.
Russell's grip on my jacket loosened as we dismounted from Arcee.
A whirring sound caught my attention, and I turned to see a small orange robot rolling towards us on treads.
He was about my height, with glowing blue optics and panels covered in blinking lights.
"I'm Fixit, and I'll show you around our little hide-hideout-headquarters," he stuttered, gesturing with one of his mechanical arms towards a corridor lined with pulsing blue energon tubes.
"Why are you helping us?" Russell asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.
Fixit paused, his optics flickering as if searching for the right words.
"Because your father once saved us all, and now it's our turn to protect you."
I walked beside Russell as Fixit led us deeper into the base.
The small orange bot's treads made soft whirring sounds against the metal floor.
As we passed various computer terminals and equipment, Fixit pointed enthusiastically, explaining their functions in technical terms I barely understood.
Russell seemed more interested, asking questions about the technology.
We turned a corner and stopped abruptly in front of a wall lined with framed photographs.
There, among the images of Autobots and humans working together, was a picture of my dad as a teenager, grinning next to Arcee in her vehicle mode.
I felt Russell's hand squeeze mine tightly.
Fixit noticed our attention and quickly moved to a nearby computer screen, pulling up old mission files.
More images of our father appeared, working alongside the Autobots during their battles against the Decepticons.
I sat down on a metal crate near the computer console while Fixit pulled up more files.
Russell leaned against my shoulder as holographic images flickered to life, showing dad racing through desert canyons on Arcee's back.
Fixit's servos whirred as he explained how dad helped coordinate missions from base, warned Autobots of incoming threats, and even faced down Megatron himself.
When footage played of dad jumping between buildings to plant explosives on a Decepticon, my hands clenched.
"That's really him?" Russell whispered, his eyes wide as we watched our father risk his life alongside these giant robots.
"Yeah, that's him," I replied softly, feeling a mix of pride and disbelief.
Fixit turned to us, his optics glowing warmly.
"He was a hero to us all, and his courage inspired many," Fixit said, his voice carrying a note of reverence.
I leaned forward in my chair, studying the control panel where Fixit was accessing more files.
My fingers traced the edge of the console as the orange bot pulled up a detailed mission log written in my father's own words.
Russell shifted closer to read over my shoulder while Fixit explained how dad documented every operation meticulously.
The text described complex strategies and close calls, revealing a side of our father we had never known.
As I scrolled through the files, one folder caught my attention: "Training Protocols."
I clicked it open, finding step-by-step instructions dad had created for working with Autobots.