So, I'm Techno-Organic... Deal with it!

Darkness Rising part 1

Hey, the names Silvergear. Oh wait, am I supposed to be doing an extraterrestrial greeting? What would one sound like anyway? What do you expect me to say, "Greeting Humans, my identification is Silvergear" or do you want me to say, "I am an alien", do you think I am short and green. Nope, I am not just any type of alien. I am a Cybertronian. My home planet, Cybertron has been dead for centuries. Many Cybertronians were able to escape before Cybertron collapsed. Before Cybertron died, a civil war was ravaging the planet actually causing its death. This war was between the Decepticons and the Autobots. My adopted Sire or as you humans would say father is the leader of the Autobot faction. When Cybertron fell we moved to your planet, Earth. When we did, the Decepticons followed. Currently our main goal is to serve and protect humankind, especially from the Decepticons.

Currently there are six of us. Starting with me. I'm the odd one out of the bunch. I appear to be human with a lot of prosthetic limbs. When I was sired or in your terms born, I somehow came into contact with human DNA. Affecting my height and looks. I actually don't know how old I am although I look to be a human teenager. I lost my memories before my sire found me. I use they/them pronouns.

Then there's Bumblebee. He's our scout and the youngest member besides me. I've known him since my sire adopted me. He is my brother-figure. He acts as my older and younger brother. He can be very protective but very childish. He sadly had his voice modulator and voice box damaged during a mission, so now he can only communicate through chirps and whirls.

Arcee is the only femme or as you'd say only girl in the crew. She is my big sister figure. She has had a lot of drama to deal with so she can be a little broody.

Cliffjumper is another one of my brother-figures. He has a bit of an ego and loves telling adventures involving himself. He is a reckless idiot that'll run headfirst into a fight.

Bulkhead is the last brother-figure I have in the team. He isn't the brightest bulb in the box, but he is the biggest teddy bear. He was once a part of a military group called the Wreckers and is our heavier hitter.

The old man is Ratchet. He is the medic and grumpy bot. He is my cranky grandfather-figure.

Then there's Optimus Prime. He is my sire and the leader of the autobots. Before he earned his title as Prime, he was known as Orion Pax. He adopted me when he still went by that name.

Cliff: So, there I am on the lookout, when out of nowhere these high beams light up my rearview.

Gear: You were illegally parked again! That's like the 5th time this month, we haven't even finished the first week!

Arcee: Seriously, another parking ticket?

Cliff: Better the Boot!

Arcee: Big metal tire clamp, impossible to remove.

Cliff: Bingo! So, the local police do their thing and I let them get all the way down the block. That's when I kick off my new shiny shoe and bang!

Arcee: New York's finest soil themselves.

Cliff: You know me, Arcee, mess with Cliffjumper...

Arcee: And you get the horns.

Gear: Dude! Do you realize how much paperwork this will give me?! I'm already behind on work as it is, thanks to me having to fix the fragging computers.

Cliff: Chill out.

Gear: Oh, you want me to chill. Why don't you get your sorry aft over here and see me chill out. Why do I even bother listening to these stories? It's the same thing each month!