Changing paces

Cybertronian

The transformers crossover episode. He's a neutral, so neither autobot or Decepticon.

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When they summoned the four heroes, they initially got 3 humans and some strange machine with 2 wheels that looked like it could be ridden like a horse. A few moments later, the body of the fourth hero, the shield hero, flickered into existence astride the metal object.

Since then, he slept in halls and never strayed farther than 50 feet from the machine. He was dressed in some kind of tight body armor and a helmet with a black visor over his face, both the clothing and the machine black with green and silver accents. He spoke in a strange manner, reminding the other heroes of a robot with his speech pattern. He never ate or drank, just staring at the offered food as far as anyone could tell.

And then there was the attack on Myne. He apparently broke his own patterns and entered her room through a window and assaulted her overnight, shocking everyone as he had refused to let anyone touch him or his motorcycle.

They couldn't find him, so they dragged his bike into the throne room and had sent people to go find him and spread the word that it had been confiscated.

Little did they know what massive shock they were in for.
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Everyone in the throne room for the trial was about to leave when the engine on the motorcycle suddenly revved to life and it's headlights flicked on.  A moment later, the same gradual formation of the still nameless shield hero occurred over the seat, followed by a stretching motion and an audible synthetic yawn.

"...Inquiry: why have I been moved to here from the alley?"

"Shield devil! You are on trial for sexually assaulting my daughter last night! We will discuss your strange teleportation magic later, but for now I demand an explanation!"

"... inquiry: why would I bother with an organic? Statement: transfluids toxic to organics to a fatal level."

"I only understood about half of what you just said, you devil!"

The motorcycle made a sound like it was forcing air to reverse from its intake valves and shuddered,  the shield hero hopping off and motioning to the machine with a bored posture.

"Statement: holoform is not actual body. Statement: Nightbolt has not been out of vehicle form since arriving on this planet."

"You have mentioned this Night Bolt several times now, what is it? Is that what you call your machine?"

"Correction: designation:Nightbolt.  Classification: Neutral Medic, Energon hunter. Inquiry: can I offer proof of not committing such a crime?"

"Enlighten me, oh wise shield devil, as to why you couldn't have done such a thing like you claim."

The form of Nightbolt flashed out of sight in a collapse of pixels, leaving the room tense as to what would happen next since he clearly just ran off. They did NOT expect what happened next, though.

The motorcycle began to unfold and refold into a humanoid shape, coming to tower at a hunched over 15 feet tall with a lithe build and the wheels split in half at his elbows and ankles. You could still clearly see he was part motorcycle, but his comments about organics made sense now.

"... what ARE you, man?" Motoyasu gaped, leaning back to look at the humanoid face hidden behind a visor similar to a daft punk helmet complete with LEDs depicting eyes. A massive shield rested on it's arm, having had been attatched to it's side for most of the time Nightbolt had been in that world.

"Response: Cybertronian. Statement: I am small for my kind, and weak as well."

"And a cybertronian is...?"

"Response: Autonomus Robotic being from the planet Cybertron that has at least 2 forms, robot and vehicle. Explanation: too large to fit in most buildings; toxic fluids to organics; was in recharge until current encounter began."

"Can one of you other heroes explain what this creature is saying?"

"He's saying he's a creature made from technology that can shape-shift from another planet. He also said that he's too big to even enter the inn in the first place, whatever fluids his kind give off could make someone die if not very sick, and I'm guessing that he was sleeping until just a moment ago."

The king just slumped down and sighed, looking even older than before.

"Myne."

"Yes Daddy?"

"This being has a point. I doubt that illusion it can produce can undress or interact with people like most can, and it's far too large to fit in most indoor areas outside of its alternate form. Even then it likely weighs too much for most wooden upper floors. Did you lie about it all again, or did you mistake your attacker for someone else?"

"Statement: no organics entered or left designation Myne's berth between 22:00 hours and 06:45 hours local time. Statement: designation Myne was only organic in said room at any point in the past 20 hours."

"How do you know such things?"

"Statement: shield adapted to my programming. Statement: used passive scout program to monitor designation Myne in tavern as a precaution. Statement: can produce a holographic model of the night if required."

"I will take your word for it. I will... actually? I have no idea how to give you an apology gift... do you need money? Or some kind of coal or wood to power yourself?"

"Statement: money is fine. Statement: can run for a century according to your calendar on current tanks. Statement: experimental high efficiency assassin model reworked for medical purposes. Statement: energon can be sensed in magical ores and crystals. Statement: can refine own energon from such materials using shield and personal cube."

"Then I will give you 200 silver as an apology and will warn you of the slavers and bandits in the area who may try and steal or enslave you."

"Acknowledged. Permission inquiry: may I leave to train?"

"You may."

Nightbolt folded back down and respawned his hologram in his seat, giving a nod and leaving the throne room with the roar of an engine and a brief wheelie.

"... was I hallucinating or do we have an alien robot as a co worker now?"

"No, it's all real... man I wish I could drink, I need to shut off my brain for a while."

"Ren!"

"Itsuki relax I'm not actually going to get drunk."

"Why not, hero? The drinking age is 14 after all."

"... you two come with me, I'll make sure you don't get too smashed. First round on me."