"At the beginning of time, God created the universe with shear will. Power was his to command, and he used it to create an entire universe... When it was over, God got bored and left to wait until something happened. In God's absence... There were the Goddians. We know not who created THEM, only that they held the power to create worlds, and fill them with life. That is how our race was born. For a time we lived in peace and harmony, but like all great powers, some wanted the Goddians for good… others, for evil. And so the Great War began; a long, terrible war that ravaged our planet until it was utterly consumed by Death. And the Last Goddian was lost to the cold, far reaches of space. We scattered across the universe, hoping to find the Last Goddian and rebuild our shattered home; searching every galaxy, every star… every world, and just when all hope seemed lost, word of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called Earth... But we were already too late…"
When it was over, God got bored and left to wait until something happened.
In God's absence... There were the Goddians. We know not who created THEM, only that they held the power to create worlds, and fill them with life. That is how our race was born.
For a time we lived in peace and harmony, but like all great powers, some wanted the Goddians for good… others, for evil. And so the Great War began; a long, terrible war that ravaged our planet until it was utterly consumed by Death. And the Last Goddian was lost to the cold, far reaches of space.
We scattered across the universe, hoping to find the Last Goddian and rebuild our shattered home; searching every galaxy, every star… every world, and just when all hope seemed lost, word of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called Earth...
But we were already too late…"
A rusting exploration ship was stranded within a frozen part of the inner Arctic Circle, completely surrounded by pack-ice. Christened the Bouken ('Adventure'), it had set off from northern Japan almost two-and-a-half weeks ago, and due to a wrong turn it was now helplessly trapped inside a large sheet of ice. On the deck Captain Hikaru Suzumiya stood alone, watching his fellow crew members below run back and forth as they struggled to free the ship from its icy prison.
"Hikaru," a voice sounded beside him; it was his first mate, Tyon. "We've tried everything we could, but she still won't budge. It looks like we may be stuck here for a while."
"TYON! We're two days behind schedule; we should've been meeting our friends from America by now!" Hikaru growled in frustration, hitting his fist against the railing.
At that moment one of the dogs on board the immobile vessel pricked up its ears, growling softly. The growls soon escalated into full-blown barking. Hikaru paid it no mind at first; only when three other dogs started barking along with it as well did he and Tyon turn to them. One of them had stood up on its hind legs onto the railing, looking out into the distance that was as white as a dove's feathers. "What's gotten into them?" he muttered.
"Perhaps the Westerners' Father Christmas has come to pay us a visit," replied Tyon. He chuckled at his own joke, stopping only when he saw no trace of humor on the captain's face.
Suddenly two of the dogs jumped up and over the railing, tumbling down onto the frozen river. "Fang! Kubikuro! Get back here!" a sailor shouted, his calls going unheeded as the two canines raced across the river towards a glacier. Hikaru and Tyon quickly rushed to the ship's edge, just as the other sailors strained to prevent the other dogs from going after them.
"We'd better go after them, sir," said Tyon. "They won't last long in this kind of environment."
"Agreed, Tyon-san," replied Hikaru, heading into his cabin to retrieve his fur coat and goggles. "I'm not leaving any of my crew behind, be it man or dog."
A few minutes later Hikaru, Tyon and five other sailors headed out with the other dogs after the two runaways. Heading towards the glacier they soon found them rapidly scratching away at a spot on the ground. "It looks like they've found something, sir," one of the sailors spoke, as he restrained the two dogs to their leashes. "Whatever it is, it's right below us."
"Well, since we're here, we might as well find out what it is," Hikaru replied, pulling out an ice-pick from his coat, only to stop short when he heard an ominous sound. "The ice is cracking…! RUN!" he roared, pushing his men aside just as the ground gave way beneath his feet, plunging him into the frozen depths.
Miraculously Hikaru landed safely within a frozen cave, shaken and with a few bruises, but otherwise unharmed. "Kanchou! Are you all right?!" his crewmen shouted above him.
Hikaru looked up. "I'm okay!" he called back.
"Hang on, we're sending Kitaoka down to you!"
"Good work, lads. But be careful; it's a long drop!" Hikaru replied. "I'll just take a look around in the meantime!" At that sentence he turned and headed into the cave.
As he ventured further Hikaru spotted several pieces of metal buried in the walls around him, rune-like symbols that were totally alien to him engraved on them. "That's strange. This doesn't LOOK like Japanese..." Noting to himself, Hikaru then yelled, "Men…! We've made a discovery!"
Turning, Hikaru noticed a black, trianglular thing in front of him. Looking closely, he noticed a tiny point of light in it.
All of a sudden the light flared, so that the thing were glowing bright red, and then there was a blinding flash as a crimson beams shot out of it, slamming into the lenses of Hikaru's glasses.
"AAARGH!" Hikaru crumpled to the ground, screaming and clawing at his eyes in agony. His flailing hands knocked his glasses away, sending them clattering to the ground a short distance away from him. However, he would no longer need them; he was now completely blind, his pupils and corneas burned away by the light.
At a closer look, one would've seen several miniscule symbols – identical to the ones on the metal – etched into the glass of the lenses.
A group of CV-22 Osprey helicopters soared through the skies of the Qatari desert, returning from Baghdad with troops and heading towards the SOCCENT Special Operations base. Some of the soldiers had lost limbs, eyes and hearing, and were in pretty bad shape, while the others were in fairly good health. Sitting in one of the seats was Captain Keizan Ryunosuke, an air force combat-controller and his comrades, Ryo and Ryoko Asakura. For over two months they were in Baghdad quashing the riots there, and after what seemed like an eternity of bloodshed, gunfire and bombs, they were finally returning to Japan. Other soldiers were lamenting their experiences, equally looking forward to the trip home.
"Finally, we're getting outta here," one soldier remarked. "Now I can get to watch the baseball season at Koshien Stadium!"
"I can't wait to spend time with Mom and eat her delicious octopus balls once again," another piped up happily.
"And I especially can't wait to get home to Okuni," said Keizan. "And our new child."
"Ne, you haven't told us yet, Keizan," Ryo spoke up. "Was it a boy or a girl?"
"A beautiful baby girl," Keizan proudly replied. "We named her Amane, after my mother." This was met by a chorus of drawn-out, good-natured mocking "awwws" from the other soldiers. "Shaddup…" he muttered.
"Yeah… looks like you're gonna be a great father," Ryoko congratulated.
"That reminds me," said Keizan, turning to his friends, "Ryo, Ryoko, I was wondering… since you've both done so much for my family, would you like to be my daughter's godparents?"
It took a few seconds for the request to sink in, and when it did, Ryo nearly fell out of his seat in shock. "G-G-Godparents?" he stammered as he sat back up; he could hardly believe his ears.
Keizan nodded. A large smile spread across Ryoko's face. "I'd be more than honored," she replied, and the occupants of the chopper whooped and applauded.
"Everyone, we're now approaching the base," the pilot announced from the cockpit. "Prepare yourselves; this could be a bumpy landing."
Soon the base came into view; everyone cheered at the welcoming sight. Down below a young Arab boy stood on the runway, just beside a watchtower. Looking up he could see the helicopters approaching in the distance. His face lighting up in excitement he ran over to a radio box, picking up the communicator. "Rahmed to control tower, come in," he spoke in English.
"This is control tower. What is it this time, Rahmed?" a cranky voice replied on the other end. "Martians landing and attacking us?"
"No sir, the helicopters carrying Captain Ryunosuke and his men are approaching from the North-east," Rahmed could hear the officer whoop with glee on the other end.
"Great news, kid; I'm sending Beresford and Kamijou out to greet them," said the officer. As an afterthought he added, "You can go with them if you want to."
Rahmed nodded. "Yes sir," he replied, hanging up the radio. Grabbing a waterskin he rushed off to welcome the incoming aircraft. On the way there he was joined by two people: U.S. Tech Sergeant James 'Epps' Beresford, a tall African-American who spoke perfect Nihongo, and Sergeant First Class Kamijou Nobunaga, a portly, black-haired Japanese soldier.
"Hey kid!" Epps called out. "You coming to with us to meet our pals?" he asked.
"Yes, Sergeant," Rahmed replied, saluting the two.
"Well, we'd better clear the runway then; otherwise we're gonna be sliced by those choppers," said Nobunaga.
The trio moved to the right as the helicopters came into view. Soon after they touched down, and out of one of them disembarked Keizan and the Asakuras. "Captain!" Rahmed cried out joyfully.
Keizan turned around. "Rahmed!" he greeted back, grinning and ruffling the boy's hair. "How are you doing?"
"Water?" Rahmed offered the waterskin, to which Keizan accepted gratefully.
"Yo, Ryo! 'Sup, bro?" Epps greeted his friends, giving them hi-fives.
"Hey fellas," Ryo said, shaking Nobunaga's hand. "Everything's all done here; we can go home soon."
"Sugoi!" Epps cheered, pulling the Asakura duo into a group hug.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta give my wife and kid a call," Keizan spoke; dumping his rifle and backpack onto the ground he then headed towards the barracks.
"So, he had his kid, huh?" asked Epps.
"Hai, a little girl called Amane. And he asked me to be her godfather," said Ryo proudly.
"And me the godmother, don't forget!" Ryoko added.
"Way to go, dude!" Epps replied proudly, clapping Ryo and Ryoko on the back, as several other soldiers surrounded them, applauding and giving their congratulations.
Meanwhile Keizan had entered the communications tent, his heart racing with excitement. "My wife on?" he asked a passing soldier.
Nodding in thanks Keizan approached the computer screen, and at once a large grin broke out on his face. "Ah, my ladies!"
For on the screen was the beautiful face of his wife,Okuni Ryonosuke. In her hands was little Amane, barely more than a few months old, with her father's black hair and her mother's brown eyes. "Look at her, she's getting so big," Keizan gushed. "And those cheeks… I just wanna chew on 'em!" Okuni beamed, smiling with happiness and some pride.
"Babe, we made a good-lookin' kid," Keizan continued. "I know people have said that many times already, but… wow, we made one good-looking kid. Great job." He made a thumbs-up as he spoke.
"She has your laugh," Okuni replied.
Keizan's eyes widened in astonishment. "She laughed?" he spoke. "You – are you sure she didn't just fart?"
"No, of course not; she's a lady," replied Okuni. She grinned mischievously. "In fact, I was just telling her about the time during summer camp in our eleventh grade, when the two of us got lost in the woods, and had to spend the night togeth –"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" interjected Keizan hastily, his face red in embarrassment. "I thought we were saving that stuff for when she was at least thirteen!"
Okuni laughed; just then Amane began to cry. "She doesn't know you yet, but she will," she said.
"Yeah," her husband nodded. "Oh, by the way, I've got great news: The Ryo Duo agreed to be Amane's godparents."
"That's wonderful!" Okuni replied joyfully. Keizan sighed with happiness. As far as he was concerned, this was the perfect day, and nothing could go wrong.
It would never have occurred to him that, in just a few minutes, all of it was about to change.
Out in the scorching desert, a black MH-53 Pave Low IV helicopter was slowly cruising over the sands towards the base, as a huge bomber jet of unknown model flied close by. Neither's movements were not going unnoticed by the base's control tower.
"Colonel Norstein, sir," an operator called out. "We have an inbound unidentified infiltrator, ten miles out." Upon hearing that, Colonel Thomas Norstein marched towards his colleague, leaning over his shoulder to look at the radar. Sure enough, there was a blip on the screen, appearing and disappearing as it came closer and closer to the base. Frowning Norstein tapped a few buttons, reaching the chopper's communication channels.
"Unidentified aircraft, you are in restricted joint Japanese-U.S. Military airspace," Norstein spoke into the radio. "Squawk ident and proceed stat east out of the area."
"FRAG YOU!" One unidentified voice yelled.
"Raptors 1 and 2: snap to heading two-five-zero for intercept. Two Bogeys in the weeds ten miles out, and not squawking," he ordered.
Out on the runway two F-22 Raptor fighter jets took off towards the coordinates. "Unidentified aircraft," Norstein addressed the bogey again. "we will escort you both to U.S. SOCCENT Airbase. If you do not comply, we will be compelled to use deadly force."
"Pfttt. Deadly." The unidentified voice said.
Meanwhile the two jets had caught up to the Pave Low. "Zoning in on bogey 1," one of the pilots spoke, turning around to read its tail number; moving closer he could faintly make out the numbers on the chopper's tail: USAF 4500X. "Control tower, you're not going to believe this…"
Back at the base the air was abuzz with shocked murmurings at the announcement of the tail number. "Wasn't Unit 4500X shot down in Afghanistan two years ago?" a soldier asked. "Yep," One responded, handing a piece of paper to Norstein.
Norstein's eyes narrowed as he read it. "There has to be a mistake," he muttered, handing it back. "Check again and re-check, soldier."
"I did, sir. Five times, in fact," the soldier replied, then in a darker tone he added, "A friend of mine was on board that chopper."
"I can't find any ID number on the bomber." One F-22 pilot spoke.
"Unidentified aircraft," the other F-22 pilot spoke again. "we will escort you to SOCCENT airbase." There was still no answer from the helicopter, its speed unwavering as it followed the two fighter jets. The Bomber shook a little, which kind-of put the F-22's on edge.
"Radar, where's the inbound?" Norstein asked.
"Bogies are five miles out, sir."
All eyes looked out towards the horizon as the sun quickly set. They could now see the approaching form of the helicopter, the sun's crimson glow giving it a dark and sinister appearance. "4500X… something's not right about it," Norstein muttered, as the chopper and bomber descended upon the middle of the base, engines and rotors whirring loudly as they touched down.
Just then there was an exclamation from one of the operators. "Sir, the radar's jamming!" he called; the radar screen was freezing up and flickering like a bad TV screen. "It's coming from the chopper…" The lights were malfunctioning as well, going on and off before plunging the base into darkness. It was, to say the least, bizarre.
It was the same over at the communications tent. "Keizan?" Okuni called, her face worried, as the computer screen began to lose power.
"Okuni?" Eizan tried to re-adjust the screen, to no avail. "Okuni, if you can hear me, I love you and I'll be home soon!" he managed to say all that just as the screen went blank. Heaving a sigh he exited the tent, intending to find out just what caused the power cut.
Outside dozens of soldiers and trucks had swarmed the area, surrounding the chopper with their guns pointed directly at it. "The right! Go to the right! Check fire!"
"Pilots, power down now!" Norstein spoke into a megaphone in the tower. "Have your crew step out, or we will kill you!" As he spoke Norstein was staring at the mustached pilot of the chopper. It could have been a trick of the light, but the Colonel could've sworn that the pilot seemed to waver and flicker, as though he wasn't really there…
Suddenly with a clunk, the rotors on the chopper stopped spinning. The propeller turret seemed to raise itself a few inches, before its blades swept backwards, overlapping each other.
Meanwhile, the Bomber lurched forward.
"Hold your fire!" a soldier shouted. "Stand by to engage!"
And then it happened. Parts shifted and moved.
"Gott in Himmell…!" Norstein gasped in horror; towering over the base, where there had once been an MH-53 Pave Low IV helicopter now stood a titanic , black-armored, tall robot, eyes glaring balefully at them.
The bomber had changed also, into a larger, bulkier, purple robot, with a huge, red eye that seemed to generate anger and rage.
They were named Blackout and Lugnut. But the soldiers could neither see nor sense that, and neither chose to identify himself.
Galvanized by fear the soldiers opened fire on the Ex-Chopper, only to have the bullets bounce harmlessly off his hide. With a chilling mechanical shriek Blackout retaliated, transforming his forearms into Gatling cannons and firing upon the soldiers. The result was devastating; trucks were blown up, set on fire and sent spinning through the air, crashing down on the ground in a fiery explosion.
Lugnut looked around, then walked past, seeming to have no idea he was being shot at, as he yelled, "Where is he?! Where is our glorious leader?!"
Blackout let out another shriek, and immediately a pulse of energy burst forth from him, creating a shockwave that shattered the windows of the control tower, forcing its occupants to shield themselves from the shower of glass.
"They bombed the antenna farm!" Epps bellowed to Keizan, as he raced towards him. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
Chaos erupted throughout the base, screams of fear and pain filling the air as soldiers and civilians alike ran about in a frenzy, some dashing to safety, some fighting against the robot in a futile attempt to bring him down. Blackout continued his assault, firing missiles and energy blasts upon the trucks and tanks around it. Giant fireballs soared past the control tower and slammed into the ground with groundbreaking force. "Pathetic fleshlings," Blackout boomed in a thunderous voice. "Tremble! I am the most dangerous thing ever! AH HAHA!"
Lugnut looked at him with his best attempt at a "WTF" face, saying, "Wasn't that our leader?"
"Don't interrupt me, I'm terrorizing!"
It was an equal state of chaos in the control tower. "We need to reset the power and send out a distress call!" shouted Norstein.
"We can't, sir! It's like all the power's been sucked out!" the operator shouted back.
"Send out all units to stop that thing!" the Colonel ordered.
There was a sudden grinding sound; all eyes looked up to see Blackout tear the control tower roof apart with terrifying ease. Reaching out a colossal arm the robot quickly seized the mainframe generator that was in the middle of the room, cables snaking out of its wrists and plugging into it. At once a nearby computer screen began to flicker, before showing dozens of images of top-secret military documents and files. "It's going after the deep files! Cut the hardline!" Norstein roared.
"I need a key; it's locked!" The young operator yelled as he struggled valiantly to open the panel. Wasting no time Norstein grabbed an axe, and with a few precise and powerful blows he severed the wires. Just before it faded, an image appeared on the monitor screen:
PROJECT ICEMAN – TOP SECRET, NEXUS ACCESS ONLY
Norstein laughed in triumph as Blackout looked at him in surprise. Bewilderment soon gave way to anger, and with a howl of rage the robot obliterated the tower and its occupants with a single energy blast.
Meanwhile Keizan, Ryo, Ryoko, Nobunaga and Epps ran across the compound, Keizan grabbing a hiding Rahmed along the way. Around them was nothing but panic; Blackout had tossed three flaming tanks across the airbase, as though they were nothing but rag dolls. Two had smashed into other tanks and the third was bouncing across the sand like a beach ball. A few soldiers were even unlucky enough to be crushed to death under the robot's feet.
"Behind here!" Keizan shouted, as he and Ahmed dove between two untouched parked tanks, where Daisuke and Nobunaga were hiding.
"God… what the hell is that thing?!" whispered Ryo, as he unshouldered his rocket launcher.
"Whatever it is, I doubt terrorists are behind it," said Nobunaga. "And it was really starting out as a good day, too."
Epps was just a few feet from where they were when a giant metallic foot stomped down, missing him by a hair's breadth. Crying out in alarm he fell to the ground, crawling backwards and away from Lugnut, who yelled, "Blackout, you got the information yet?"
"I got a little before they cut me off." Blackout responded. "Hey, Lugnut, one of them is near your leg."
"Go away, human!" Lugnut yelled at Epps. "Your extinction is nigh. Resistance is FUTILE!"
"Resist THIS!" Ryo shouted, aiming his launcher and pulling the trigger. The missile soared through the air and smashed against Lugnut's left shoulder. The robot whirled around, unharmed; to the humans' shock he contemptuously shrugged the burning fragments off, as though the missile was nothing more than a mere irritant. However, the distraction was enough for Epps to scramble to his feet and join his comrades behind the tank.
Seeing no other option, Keizan headed towards the desert. "Where are you going?" Nobunaga shouted, seeing his commanding officer move.
"To the desert; those things aren't going to follow us out there!" Keizan replied.
"How d'you know that?!" Epps shouted, shaken after the close call.
"I think they're a little busy blasting the base apart!" replied Keizan.
"Captain Ryonosuke, sir," Rahmed spoke. "My village is directly south of here; perhaps my father could help you there."
"Where is it?" asked Keizan.
"5 miles directly south of here, sir!" replied the Arab boy.
"Great; you lead the way." Pulling Rahmed in front of him Keizan and his men decided to risk it, racing out into the desert with several other soldiers not far behind.
However, their movement did not go unnoticed. Blackout yelled a command, and something detached from his back. Lugnut transformed his arm into some strange device, then hit the ground with it, destroying everything they hadn't. In the dust cloud remaining, a MH-53 Chopper and a Bomber Jet flew out.
Me: Hi, and welcome to the first chapter of The Transformation of Haruhi Suzumiya. If some of you are familiar with my previous works, The "Invader Haruhi" Series, this fanfiction takes place in an altered version of that Universe. However, events in this story WILL happen in a way very similar to the Transformers movie of 2007, but not exactly the same. Hopefully, all of you have been entertained, and will come back for more in the future.
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