Hooves Of Steel

by Cannonfire

Rating: everyone
Tags: Alternate Universe, Romance, Comedy, Adventure, Crossover
Length: 1671

An Autobot and an Insecticon companion find a mysterious building that sends them on a quest to a planet not their own

In the days of the pre-War, there was an aspiring Cybertronian, a young Autobot by the name of Cannonfire that had heard of a legend that states of an ancient power that has the ability to possibility of ending Megatron's reign. Dragging his rather geeky Insecticon friend Crysalis, they spend days of ceaseless searching. Once they find this powerful thing(which turns out to be a door), rouge Decepticons ambush the duo and they run through the door in a frantic (attempt) escape. What awaits them on the other side? Go find out……….

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-28 05:55:27 UTC

Out of Control

There are just things in life that you cannot, under any circumstance, control. This is a fact of life that was becoming very apparent very fast. Stuck in a room with an annoying, lovestruck, Insecticon turned Autobot is not what I would consider a very controlled, peaceful day.

"I've been researching other planets and their creatures and the surprisingly common trait that most complex organic creatures have is....you know what it is?" the overexcited fembot asked, her optics practically blinding me.

Did I forget to mention she's like-crazy smart and also insanely, for lack of a better word, crushing on me hard. There is only myself to blame really. It just happened that the day she defected to our side that the 'Cons just received word and wanted to tear her apart.

Begin Flashback

I was walking towards a small weapons depot when I hear a kind of audio receptor splitting shriek coming from behind the shop.

That's when things started resembling the Pit of Lost Sparks. There was a gang of scary big Decepticons beating on what looked like, at my distance, a very spiky female Autobot. That set me off more than anything else. It was bad enough that they were beating on a Bot in the first place, but when when said Bot happens to be female, you dont want to be around me when I'm angry.

" What is going on here?" The three bots had jumped and turned wildly to see where the voice came from, spotted me, and proceeded to activate their respective weapons.

"Well lookie here, another Autobrat here wanting to play with us?" the biggest one jeered, "how nice of you to join us, she was getting boring anyway."

I was so intensely mad at the time that all I could manage was a low, guttural, growl in response.

The sound had taken them aback, "You think that actin like some wild creature is goin' ta scare us? You got an "A" for effort, but now I'm gonna---"

I had suddenly rushed forward, jumping a little and taking the liberty to violently smack him upside the head, instantly knocking him out. Turning around, I let bot number two have a swift uppercut in the midsection. Using that to my advantage by jamming my fingers between two of his armor plates, I decided using him as a shield for when the third started to fire at me.

"If you touch this bot again," I began, "I will personally show you how far the Well of AllSparks goes down!"

The Decepticon turned tail and ran. Though I could of sworn he whimpered as he ran off.

Turning to the Fembot, I walk towards her when I noticed she had a shine to her optics, and it put me on edge

" You okay--miss?" As if she didn't even hear my question, she just continued to stare at me, dreamy expression devoid of consciousness. I try again with another question

"Uh, hello? Is anyone in there? It would help if you respond please. Hello?" I waved my hands in front her face, and that seemed to do the trick, as she suddenly very intellegently says, "Huh?"

I inwardly sigh, hoping that she hasn't blown a fuse. I extend my hand and thankfully she catches on fairly quickly. She grabs my hand and I help her up.

"You have a name miss?" I ask politely, wondering if she can actually talk at all.

She blinks a few times, and as if remembering how to think, actually replying with: "Oh! My name is Chrysalis and I uh... I recently defected from the Decepticon ranks. I ... I didn't like it all that much." She fidgets a little, as if nervous. "Do you think I could make a good Autobot? I would do almost anything to be able to meet Orion Pax and his crew!"

'With that kind of attitude, you could probably do anything, maybe even make it to Prime status."

I then frown. There was something missing---oh right, introductions.

"Oh, the name's Cannonfire by the way, think you can remember it?"

She smiles and nods, "Yes, yes I can."

End Flashback

Thus a friendship was born, and now she's stuck to me like super drying sealant on a particularly hot day. That's a...that's a simile if you didn't know.

After the whole incident, she had not left yet, preferring to stay with me wherever I go. Me, being the slightly unobservant robot I am, I could never tell that she had some crazy romantic feelings for me. This persists to this day.

Back to the question she asked about 500 words ago.

"To be perfectly honest Chrysalis, no, I would not like to be informed on how organic creatures go about their lives" she makes a pouty face at me and huffs, turning away from me.

"You can can be a real pain in the crankshaft sometimes."

"Right back at you."

"Hey!"

"I'm trying to work on this very..VERY important research assignment and you want to teach me how squishy aliens go about their daily business, so excuse me if 'pain in the crankshaft' is to harsh for your liking." I retorted.

"B-b-but i-it's--------it's just not fair!" That was a little louder than necessary.

"What's not fair? When did fairness worm it's way into this conversation?" I turn over to her to find that she is facing the other direction.

Chrysalis turns in my direction ever so slightly, "It's not fair how I have to be around you all the time and listen to you mumble about that silly legend all the time, but I can't say even the smallest thing when it comes to stuff I like!" her face is completely in my direction now. "Why can you just get your faceplate out of those dusty data records and take a break? This entire ordeal about this 'legend' is wrapping its little finger around you! For crying out loud, you ignored an important message from the Senate themselves!" she huffs again and turns back around. "So can you please come with me and get away from this for awhile? I want to do something together that doesn't involve fighting 'Cons or searching of tales of old? Please? For ME?"

I took this as the time to give in. Chrysalis is right, maybe I have been a little obsessed with this. I don't even remember the last time I was outside.

I sigh inwardly and nod, "Ok Chrysalis, you win. Where do you want to go?"

Faster than I could physically register, the femme has her arms around my waist. And it was starting to hurt. Bad.

" Ohthankyousomuchyouhavenoideahwmuchiv'ebeenwaitingforthis!" A slew of words hit my receptors and pointy, Insecticon arm bits were digging into my midsection plating.

"Can you please let go? You're poking me." It was a strain to keep a neutral expression, so it probably looked like more of a face that was trying its hardest to leap off. For good reason too.

She suddenly lets go, a sheepish look on her face, which on closer inspection, had a red tinge to it.

"Is your core processor overheating or something? Your faceplate looks like it's about to melt."

At this she becomes flustered, fidgeting even more. Chrysalis starts stammering, "W-what are you talkin--g-g a-b-bbout? My Processor i--is fine thank you v-v-ery much!"

Her optics are looking wildly in all directions, avoiding me entirely. I'm starting to become estranged, so I switch the topic.

"Soooo, how about this thing you wanted to talk about?" Theres something off, but that could wait.

The redness that her face was adopting died down to her usual turquoise color. Her eyes focus on me and she smiles. "Yep, but we have to go to an observatory in Tarn though." She smiles and looks at me expectantly.

I blink a few times, "Tarn!? you do realize that's on the other side of the planet? How are we even supposed to ge---"

Chrysalis transforms in front of me and a feeling of dread washed over me.

"You are not actually suggesting----"

Her insectoid face looks at me, "Get on. I won't drop you. Much." She giggles. And that is something odd. It's not everyday you can say you saw a giant insect giggle, it was the strangest thing ever.

I mumble to my self that this is probably not a good idea, but I push that thought away and gingerly climb on Chrysalis's midsection. "Am I in an uncomfortable spot? I can adjust----"

"No! I mean- no, its fine. Where you are. Just remember to hold tight okay?" She lifts her long, shimmery wings above her body; this usually means she's about to--

"Oh by the spark of Primus! Why didn't you warn meeeeeeee?" I wailed as we reached a high altitude fairly quickly. I felt us stop, and managed to force one optic open. What I saw was a breathtaking view of Cybertronian landscape. A random building here and there breaking the overall smoothness of the surface below. It pulsed with life, and it reminded me of why I researched this legend so much: Megatron was rising in power, and the Senate isn't prepared for this. So someone has to be. Or all of this is gone forever.

Chrysalis turns her head, "You okay back there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. But can you manage a flight all the way to tarn?" I wasn't trying to sound nervous, but it was a real problem if she ran low on power.

As if reading my thoughts she says, " I wont run outta juice, Cannonfire, my flight mode is designed to work exactly like a real insect, I won't get tired for a long time."

Ah, it's clear now. She has an alt-mode induced extended metabolism. No wonder she never gets worn.

"Off to Tarn?" I ask

"Off to Tarn!" The femme readily agrees.

After a few megacycles, I was growing tired, and felt my optics close on their own.