Giants of the Earth

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"Ughh" Koji went, even though this was far from the first time The Mazinger had gotten really messy in battle. At least he was clean inside the cockpit.

That reminded him that he was in a strange place with no idea how he had gotten here, and apparently so were several others.

He was about to speak to his erstwhile allies when the attack from the smaller Transformers came. "Whoa! It's dead already OK?" he said over his loudspeaker.

If Streetwise had been in robot mode, he would've been nodding his head at Long Haul. Instead he remained quiet after that, trying to process what he knew and what he heard while the five continued speeding down the road.

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"......Oops," Blades muttered genuinely, not having expected the creature's head to explode spectacularly from a single salvo. Alien creatures where his team came from - especially ones at that massive scale - tended to be much hardier. "Hey, I didn't know it was gonna go down that quickly!" he shot back at the bulkier robot. Simon and the grey giant's sudden departure remained unnoticed for the time being.

Below, First Aid promptly transformed^* himself remembering to deactivate his driver first, approaching the humans that were now exiting the nearby buildings. "Please stand back everyone," he announced, raising his hands to try and disperse them. "This is still an emergency situation, and we don't want anyone... getting...... hurt?"

The white-and-red robot tilted his head to one side in confusion as the people around them began to... well, clean up, seemingly not caring about the progressively larger robots that were currently surrounding them. Blades landed beside him, also looking at the humans with a (metal) eyebrow raised. "O-kay... I've seen laid-back from Groove, and even that's nothin' compared to these guys - "

He was cut off by the sound of screeching tires behind them. Both 'Bots turned around, spotting a blue fire truck approaching from one street, and from the other street a grey police car, a police motorcycle, an armored police cruiser, and...

"Constructicons!!" The helicopter-bot immediately brought his hands forward: his twin-barrel chain gun materialized in a cascade of pixel-like blocks, and he aimed the weapon at the incoming green vehicles. "Knew the 'Cons were gonna be behind thi-"

"Blades!!!" Streetwise shouted, transforming as well and quickly placing himself between the Constructicons and his teammate. Beside him, Groove finally transformed in plain sight; his driver vanished in a wipe-like motion, his body mass-shifted to a larger size, after which his parts slid and unfolded with that distinct five-tone sound. "Stand down - this ain't what you think it is!"

"Th' scrap, Streetwise?!" an incredulous Blades replied, not lowering his weapon. "Why're you shieldin' Cons now - "

"The 'Bot said stand down," Hot Spot interjected as he transformed as well, prompting an annoyed head-roll from Blades, him having been interrupted three times in a row. "This situation is more than meets the eye at this point," their leader said matter-of-factly, also placing himself partway into Blades' line of sight.

The helicopter-bot kept his weapon up for another five uncomfortable seconds. Finally, he slowly lowered his arm, and his chain gun disappeared. He looked at his teammates, then at Prowl^* to whom he raised an eyebrow again, then at the Constructicons, then at the three large robots also in the area, and finally at the sky.

"......So can somebody tell me what the slag is goin' on?!" he screamed in sheer exasperation.

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The Valsione R is covered in bug juice. Despite her disgust at the goop, Lune was fortunately safe within the Valsione R's cockpit. The battle is over for now, she thought. After watching the street-sweepers clean up the mess, she noticed one of the robots yell at her.

Lune responds, "Well, we fought a giant bug and things just got a little too messy." To the robots, it seems like the Valsione R is talking to them.

Lune rubs the back of her head in embarrassment, and the Valsione R does the same since Lune is still wearing her direct motion-link suit.

edited 20th Aug '15 11:48:39 PM by josh6243

"Phew."

Yuto was able to get his Valkyrie upright again. Thankfully, the only thing he needed to worry in Battroid Mode was paint scratches.

"That somehow got my blood pumping."

He proceeded to transmit on an open frequency.

"To anyone else who got transported to the city. The bug is dead." Yuto looked at Preytor's remains from the cockpit seat before he continued. "I repeat, the bug is dead. We all need to regroup to figure out what's our next step."

Yuto maneuvered the cameras on the Valkyrie to look at the assault knife to see if Preytor's blood was on it.

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

-Tychus, somewhat disappointed that not enough remains of the critter to hang on the Odin, looks down to see the citizens going about their business despite the presence of tranforming mechs and other enormous walkers.-

What the hell's wrong with these folks?

-Then a broadcast comes through the comms.-

So who else got invited to this lil' turkey shoot?

*This is the Odin, who're you?*

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Koji only noticed the Valsione now, and blinked at the sight of the (attractive) Mecha. But was it just a robot, or a giantess? It reminded him of the Rhine-11, the tragic cyborg he had to destroy once after she went berserk. *Damn, hadn't thought about her in a long time* he thought; now pangs of guilt returned. He hoped that would not happen again.

Shaking off those feelings, he said to her "And who are you? I'm Koji Kabuto, riding inside the Mazinger Z, greatest Super Robot of all time!"

edited 21st Aug '15 6:48:15 AM by Sijo

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Lune Zoldark listens to the Odin and Koji Kabuto before replying.

"I'm Lune Zoldark, and I'm the pilot of the Valsione R! It's nice to meet you both!"

Lune smiled and the Valsione mimicked the expression on her face. The Valsione offers Mazinger Z a friendly handshake.

edited 21st Aug '15 2:20:27 PM by josh6243

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Koji blinked. So, it is a robot- but why make one that looked that much humanlike? Still, he accepted the "handshake".

"...Nice to meet you. I suspect I know the answer already, but do you have an idea of where we are or how we got here?"

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Lune ponders this for a moment, and tries to put the pieces together for Koji. She was just as much of a fish out water like he was.

"From the huge buildings around here and the tourists taking pictures to the nice beach, I'd say we've landed on a bustling island city."

"Yuto Kagura." Yuto introduced himself when he stored the assault knife. "Reservist soldier with the New United Nations Space Forces."

He used the Battroid's head cameras to look around. "Guess the next step is to get some place to settle down for the meantime."

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

"Has anybody talked to the locals yet?" Koji asked, only now noticing how they started to reappear, apparently not terribly concerned that several giant robots -and the slimy remains of a bug that just minutes before was tearing the city apart- now occupied a lot of the streets.

"Not yet... I was trying to get more familiar with my surroundings until that fight happened", Lune replied.

"I am not sensing anything particularly unusual about them. Seems they are all oldtypes," Amuro noted, "Same with you Koji... in fact most people here don't seem to have any Newtype abilities."

"Oldtype? Newtype? What are you talking about?" Koji asked Amuro. The guy sounded like he had a stranger background than most of those he had talked to yet.

"Newtypes," asked Lune. "Are those like Psychodrivers?"

The Valsione R indicates the fins on the Nu Gundam's back.

"After all, you got those T-Link Sliders on your unusual-looking Huckebein. Where I'm from, Psychodrivers have psychic powers and can pilot Huckebeins with ease."

-Tychus stares at the commlink as though it would help deciphering the gobbledygook issuing from it. After tapping it gingerly in case it was just a bug, he tries again.-

*Kids, ah have no idea how you got on this frequency but y'all need to leave.*

"Let me explain. A Newtype is someone who has adapted for the standards of space in the age of the Minovsky particle which jams all long range wireless electronic signals making warfare impossible past the visual range. A Newtype is essentially someone who can utilize psychic like abilities,"

"A Oldtype is essentially people without the Newtype powers," the Nu Gundam moved as the Funnels returned to the rack, "This has caused technology to develop around them as Newtype abilities are not inhibited by the Minosky Particle. My Mobile Suit is developed with a advanced form of nanotech called the Psycoframe, which allows most of it to be controlled by my brain."

One of the Funnels flew off and began flying around Kyoji and Lune, "For example, Bits such as my Fin Funnel here are controlled by my Newtype powers, they come with their own ultracompact Minovsky reactor allowing them to not need recharging and preform various tasks, such as beam weaponry or Beam shielding."

Amuro smiled a little as he thought about it, "And this is of the Gundam series from the Earth Federation, a Mobile Suit that has become quite famous back where I came from. I helped design it myself."

"Hey!" Don't call me a kid!" Koji snorted. Though admittedly he too was confused.

After listening to the explanation, his brow furrowed. As he suspected, this people weren't just from outside Japan- they were from the future. Oh well, why not? So far, he had encountered underground civilizations, aliens, even demons once. Why not time travelers?

But that still didn't explain where they all were, or how, or *why*.

And he had a bad feeling about it.

"Yeah, yeah" he then said, as if waving off the stuff about Newtypes. "What we need to do now, is assess our situation. We are all robot pilots, from, apparently, different places and eras. Brought to this city, at the same time, by some unknown force. Personally, I think someone did this. Maybe for their own amusement. We need to find out the facts, as fast as we can, so we can survive- and go home."

"I suggest we start by talking to the locals." Then he had an idea. "Hey you, small fry!" he said, addressing the Transformers present. "Have you spoken with anyone yet?"

edited 25th Aug '15 3:07:46 PM by Sijo

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"Far as I can tell," said Prowl brusquely, nudging the gigantic dead bug with one armored foot, "it doesn't seem like anyone here wants to talk with us."

"Or like they even know..." put in Long Haul, lumbering up behind the police SUV and transforming. He clenched and unclenched his fists as if he was looking for something good to hit.

"... that they're here." Mixmaster finished, slouching up against the hulking dump truck. Prowl grimaced as he listened to his allies do that weird sentence-finishing trick again, and did his best to ignore the sudden strange buzzing sensation that had suddenly burst into his processor.

"Hey, who are you callin' small fry?" Long Haul yelled.

It was perhaps a good thing at that moment that more Autobots arrived. There was Hot Spot, another veteran of Earth, Blades... and First Aid. Wasn't he supposed to be off in deep space too? Things were getting progressively more difficult to understand, not helped in the least by the sudden headache. "Alright... alright," said Prowl, rubbing a hand over his head. "Maybe we just need to figure out where we are, first."

"Says... uh... Rivermouth City, over there." Mixmaster pointed to a (partially smashed) signage on one of the nearby buildings. "Either that, or 'insurance.' Humans are weird."

"Hey, who're you callin' small fry?" Blades yelled practically the same time as Long Haul. He promptly glared at the Constructicon, before rolling his head in another show of frustration.

"Rivermouth City it is then," Streetwise replied to Mixmaster, eyeing the broken ad space. He and Hot Spot approached the oddly-bulbous mech^* the Mazinger, the smaller grey 'Bot stepping ahead while his team leader hung back a bit, arms folded. "Combiners and city-formers aside, I don't think we've seen robots as big as you... yours around," he said to the mech, tone casual as ever. "And y'say you're all pilots? Impressive work." He craned his neck a bit, apparently trying to work out where the pilot of the bulbous mech was, before spotting what looked like a glass dome atop its head.

"Wait... humans can make robots they can pilot now?" First Aid chimed in, his own optics now looking up at the four gathered mechs. Their size made sense to him, in a way; unless humans had the technical know-how to effectively miniaturize the complex components of a bipedal robot without sacrificing durability and dexterity, making them at this size was the best way to ensure that they lasted long and moved properly. I wonder if Miss Presser finally managed that kind of size? Of course, that brought up an uncomfortable thought to the Autobot medic: "And are those... meant for combat?"

Behind him, Groove continued to stand around silently. The pacifistic 'Bot kept stealing odd glances from the 'Cons currently in the small group... as well as Prowl, whose continued association with them kept Groove on even more of an edge than earlier.

edited 28th Aug '15 11:33:55 PM by Demovere

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Lune watches the Fin Funnel move around in amazement and listens to Amuro talk about the Gundam. This Amuro guy reminds her of genius and fellow mecha pilot Ring Mao, in the sense that he designed the Nu Gundam like she did with the various Huckebein series.

"You know, I'd think you'd get along with Ring Mao," notes Lune. "She's the current CEO of Mao Industries. Maybe you could swap blueprints if you met someday."

Lune listened to the Transformer reveal the city name and smiles.

"Ah. So we're in Rivermouth City? Kinda fitting for a place filled with tourists in my opinion."

-Well this keeps getting better and better. Giant bugs, a bunch of kids who sound barely old enough to shave let alone pilot building-sized warmechs, and now cars that turn into mechs. Raynor's clawhand buddy had mentioned something about a project those flamethrower buggies being repurposed into walkers, but it couldn't have gotten that far along... and what did the small mech mean, "humans"? The Protoss are involved now?-

-The situation being far beyond what any man could be expected to deal with sober, Tychus opens the Odin's fridge and drains a beer. Now feeling much more accepting of his fellow fighters, he listens in.-

*Rivermouth? Ain't no place ah ever heard of. An' folks here are zombies. What planet're we on anyway?*

Koji ignored the reactions to his snide comment by some Transformers (other than a quick chuckle.)

He then listened to what the others had to say. There was an even bigger variety to them than he expected, even sentient robots, apparently. Now, he had run into a few of those as well, but even for him they were not a common occurrence. Not where he came from anyway.

"...I think we are all from very, very different places. Some of us are even from different periods in time" he began conjecturing aloud. "Whatever brought us here must have advanced power over physics... and this place- The people don't seem to bat an eye about our presence. It feels- fake. Like a Twilight Zone episode. A setting where we could all conveniently fit in. But- why?"

edited 29th Aug '15 2:12:35 PM by Sijo

Yuto decided to scan the area for anything useful. Anything that can help them get into grips with what's happening.

"You guys." Yuto brought everyone's attention up. "Why don't we congregate in some spot where we can rest? There's no telling if we'll bump into more guys stranded in the city."

edited 31st Aug '15 12:21:31 AM by Ominae

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

"Hmm. That might be a good idea" Koji agreed. "We had better get outside the city anyway, we have already damaged it enough. I suggest we do it by the nearby sea- I detected some other mechs there earlier."