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Data Entry: 12/?/?? "You will call me Gojirus Convoy"
I remember. I remember everything. The screams of the beast I saw when I awoke still ring in my ears. Such power, such stregnth... When he came, the destruction he rained down upon the people reminded me of the war I had just come from. Similar results, death and destruction, carnage all around... But there was something about the beast, something that mirrored the fighting spirit in my own soul. His rampage went unopposed; and I say this because for a hard as they tried, the many, many little inhabitants of this land couldn't hope to stop him with their weapons. They may as well had not have tried. When he tired of his romp I felt, I actually FELT his gaze fall on my prone form, as if he sensed there was something extraterrestrial about me. I was in no position to argue, I could only listen as his footfalls came closer, a moving cloud of thunder. He stopped inches from my tattered body, perhaps searching for something within me. I think he found it. The creature crouched before me, snuffing at my body with vigorous interest until he seemed satisfied that I was not a threat. But then, then the spikes lining his massive back seemed to stand erect, and lit up with a brilliant blue-white power. His eyes reflected theiur glow, and with a sudden movement he rose to his full height and roared mightily. It was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. When the resounding thunder subsided, he looked down at me once more as if waiting.
Before I continue, I think I must explain something. I am a Cybertronian warrior- sort of. I will detail my exact origins at a later date, but right now know that in the Earth's atmosphere, with my battered and crumpled body, I would be no match for anyone or anything that wanted to have its way with me. You see, Cybertronians must adopt and adapt a new form depending on where they find themselves. Often the intention is simply to blend in, to go unnoticed until the time comes when we must defend. Some choose to scan machines, others in more recent times have begun scanning biological creatures, gaining their attributes and talents during the bio scan. Can you possibly imagine something better suited for such a scan than the creature that stood before me?
This monster, this Gojira, stared at me as if he knew this. He could have easily decimated me without any resistance and yet he did not. Instead he kicked my hand and watched it flop back to the Earth. He did so a second time, and it was then I realized the deceptively intelligent message. Scan me.
I did.
Need I tell you of the results? Try to imagine the fire of the sun burning in every molecule within your body, think of feeling burning in the pit of your stomach when you've heard your name announced for the richest prize, the adrenaline rush one gets while running AND winning a marathon, the refreshing breath of air one takes after being underwater so long you feel as if your lungs will burst. All these things came to me at once, and when my vision returned, the beast was gone, and I stood where he had only moments ago staring down at me.
"You will call me Gojirus Convoy."
Date: unknown
Location: unknown
I don't know where I am.
It's hard to see... I think my right optic is shattered, probably damaged in the crash. Ouch... Yes, it is definitely shattered, I have the mech fluid on my hand to prove it. Note to self: do NOT touch suspected wounds, not until I find my medical officer. That reminds me, what of my crew? Were they fortunate enough to survive? Once internal repairs have completed I'll look for them.
Though not functioning at 100%, my left optic is indeed registering information about my surroundings. Modest structures surround me, very primitive architechture. Reminds me of the earlier Quintesonian designs on Cybertron... but that was information I learned in tek books, I didn't think any civilizations still existed in these crude, stationary structures. I wonder what inhabits this world? Are they lifeforms like I?
It has just occured to me that I cannot move the rest of my body. Damn crash... it damaged me a lot more than I suspected. If I could scan a compatable life form, I would heal much faster...
It seems I am laying on my side. Not the most comfortable position, but at least I can somewhat note my surroundings. It is dark, but speckled with the lights of a city. I would say the city is far away, but it is not, it is just small... compared to myself it seems... The beings of this planet must be nano-mites. They speak a language that is foriegn to me. I will not be able to understand them until my systems analyze and adapt their speech patterns. But I can tell from their excited tones that they are concerned about something; and it isn't me.
A pair of metal ships pass overhead, an explosion sounds less than five clicks later. Have they engaged something in a battle? A row of rolling machines pass me without a word. I wonder if they are like me? One of them is struck by a beam of some sort- no, more like a blast of energy. The machine was infested with the fleshy creatures, they swarm from the machine like retro-maggots fleeing a dying carcass. I almost want to shudder at the thought of those things even thinking about infesting me...
A thunderous sound assaults my audio perceptors, like a thousand engines ignited at once. I assume it comes from the thing the fleshy things fight with. It's a big being, bigger than myself it seems. My body shaked involuntarily with each ste the thing takes. The louder its roars (IS it roaring?) the more frantic the fleshies become. Is this their King? Such a terrible force it must be. I see another burst of blue fire cut through the sky. Flames erupt from its point of impact. I am fascinated by the raw power of this being. So powerful, and yet it seems to call out for something. I try to move but fail once more. If only I could scan something.
It is then I see him. It is almost impossible to describe with words in any language. Perhaps that is why the fleshies babble so, how can you comprehend a beast such as this? It is massive, definitely larger than myself. If I could stand he would dwarf me by almost fifty feet. His eyes radiate blue fire, three rows of jagged spikes line his back. I am amazed by this reptilian wonder, so furious, so powerful, yet consumed with a child-like curiosity when he lays eyes upon me. For a moment I fear the beast, certain that he would see me only as a minor obstacle in his way, but this is far from the truth. Though the fleshy infested machines drone about him like wayward flies, he pays them no mind, swatting at one absently as his attention focuses on me. His eyes meet my functioning optic. Then, as if sensing or sharing ym pain, the terrible beast rears up and trumpets a mighty screech. It ends abruptly, the creature returning his gaze to my own.
My DNA scanner activates. Odd, I did not order it to do such a thing...
At this point I think I should explain something. going scanning a lifeform you intend to adapt is painless, however, your body reconfiguring itself INTO that new form... THAT is quite painful. The bigger and more complex the acquired form, the more intense the pain becomes. Let it be known that I have NEVER encountered a creature as complex as the one standing above me right now. In an isolated moment in time, our minds matched one another. The intricate subtleties of his physical and mental composition buried themselves deep within me, and within a full minute of data collection, my new form was complete.
Did he sense I was no longer in pain? The creature took a step back, stared at me a moment while swatting an errant metal bird from the sky, then simply turned and walked away. I am still weak, but I can feel my other systems coming online. My internal radio reciever blinks to life, and I inadvertantly hear what I can only presume to be one of the fleshies talking to each other. There is one word repeated constantly, as if it is the name they have given the creature.
"Gojira... Gojira... Gojira..."
Name: Gojirus Convoy
Name: Mosura
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Name: Ghidrah
Name: Baragon
