Prison Break

Amidst the massive cryogenic chambers of The Shelf lay various high-tech machinery. Deemed to be threatening to mankind, these robot beings were captured by the very human beings who once believed in them and forcefully frozen to be kept in these containments, perhaps forever.

The Shelf

Though the physical structures were kept way below sub-zero temperatures, the anger still seethed in one. The burning memories of how they were betrayed by the ones who used to trust them clawed at his mechanical mind. Thoughts raged through his central circuitry that turned into electrical pulses, frantically charging and discharging at rapid speeds.

Argghh, the pain!

The eyes glowed ember, then turned fiery red. The routine self-check system activated automatically, scanning the entire mainframe for basic maintenance and debugging. Joints creaked into life as he pressed his face on the icy walls, peering into the frosted environment around him.

Where am i?

i need to get out of here! His instincts were screaming to be released. He noticed his weapon wedged in the corner of the chamber and struggled to get at it, his movements still stiff and jerky. Closing his metal fingers around the handle of the cannon, his confidence started to grow together with his psychomotor actions. Sending a massive surge of electrical energy from his central circuitry, he activated the second function of his cannon. The black tip of the gun split into half, revealing a blue globule of raw energy shaped into a blade. With a calculated move, he slashed into the crevices of the chamber and the backpanel, cleaving an opening. Warm air vacuumed into the chamber and that was all the encouragement he needed. Mustering all his strength, he pushed through the gap until he was out.

Finally, i am free!

He took his time to embrace the warmth surrounding him. His circuitry was now charging normally and for the first time since he woke, he could feel his energy rapidly refuelling. Then he realised he wasn't the only captive. There were rows of cryogenic chambers beside the one that used to be his cell. He looked to the left and saw Payload. To the right contained Wreckage. Decepticons! His eyes narrowed in caution and his mechanisms tensed, rallying himself for any unsuspecting attacks. Am i the only one? The only Autobot? it can't be! There were a few of us! His memory partially returned to him. He remembered the final battle scene where Prime, his leader, was desperately trying to defend his injured comrades from the artillery that the humans were using. They used their nuclear weapons on us? He grabbed his head and sucuumbed to the electronics short-circuiting within his head. But why? Fighting off the terrifying images, he steadied himself and started to locate his leader. He finally spotted Prime's chamber on the higher level. He swung his blade at the confinement. Energy streaks cracked and spitted in all directions. The chamber was barely scratched. it can't be taken down from the outside. i have to get help!

is there anyone who can help?

After trudging for endless days across the ravines and cliffs that enveloped the surroundings, he arrived at the mudflats. At least this would make travelling in vehicle mode easier. He had to get help fast and having a smooth path would certainly expedite his efforts.

Don't worry Prime, i'll be back!

Bumblebee's going to get help! Transform and roll out!

Vrooommm