Well I wanted to get creative on something new, so I created this!
I'm going to loose some brain cells for this but….I don't own Transformer
And please review.
P.S. I re-edited this chapter, so it should be better.
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Intro
Orbiting hundreds of miles above Earth floated a small, sleek, futuristic looking space shuttle and a modern satellite. And coming right at the satellite is a small feminine figure in a silver space suit (a silver version of the armor with golden visor from Halo) controlling a jet pack. Then a noise crackled to life in her helmet.
"NASA Earth base to Silverstreak, come in Silverstreak."
The person stopped controlling the jet pack and raised her hand to the side of her helm, floating towards the satellite at a lazy pace. Opening the link, the woman answered with a small hint of Australian accent.
"Silverstreak here."
"What's your status Jenna?"
"Approaching Thor for upgrade. Heh, funny that this piece of old space junk is getting an upgrade for the first time since it was made nearly a hundred years ago."
"Well that 'piece of space junk' as you so put it nicely has done us well in communication, we're just upgrading 'er so we can have a clearer signal at a more widespread connection."
Jenna chuckled as she finally made to her destination of Thor. The sleek space craft tilted and glinted behind her silver suited form, showing the name Silverstreak 2103.
Do you have the XCU13 Energy tube ready for connection?"
The figure's hand reached to her hip and unlatched a glowing blue tube from the side pocket, "Yep got the baby ready. I'm going to set the base for XCU13 now."
Reaching to the side of her helm again she disconnected the link as she looked around the counsel of Thor looking for the right area to hook the glowing tube in. Then she made an Aha! sound as she found the area. She unlatched the door and carefully moved her way through the wirings. While she was working around the wiring the comm crackled to life again, startling the bejeasuz out of Jenna, making her momentairly forgetting the glowing blue tube in her hand and almost made it float away. But luckily she managed to catch the thing before it floated out of reach.
"Careful Jenna, XCU13 is a highly reactive and explosive component. One wire trip can blast you and your ship all the way to the sun. Different type of energy mixed with this energy can get different results, for all we know you could either be blasted to oblivion or end up in a different dimension, heck, even go back in time! "
Jenna was panting, trying to get her bearings back as she was well aware of how dangerous the thing in her hand was. Huffing in anger she slapped the side of her helm in anger and growled in a low tone, still trying to catch her breath, "I'm well aware of that sir, now I would greatly appreciate it if you don't make the call until I'm done. Silverstreak out." Then she disconnected the link again, but for good measure she put a signal lock.
No one can contact her now.
For the next ten minutes in the vacuum of space she installed the base for the XCU13, then the next five minutes carefully placing the correct wirings on the newly installed base for the highly dangerous tube. Her nerves were tense in determination in not to mess this mission up. She was deep in concentration that she didn't know that there was a small rock originated from the asteroid belt hurtling towards Thor at high speed
CLANK SHRIIIIPPP CLASH
Behind the gold plating visor Jenna's face twisted in sheer horror when she saw the danger meter next to the installed base flash at critical levels. 'Oh, oh god!' With nothing that can save the satellite and the tube as it was already half connected in wires, she launched herself away from Thor and activated her pack at high power. Reaching to her right wrist she pressed one button, and the Silverstreak's slide door open with a small whoosh.
Upon entering she slammed her fist to a blue button on the side panel. The door closed with the same noise and a loud hiss came, signaling that oxygen rich gas filled the interior of the craft. Then she immediately pressed another button, a monotonous female voice came through, "Gravity force: activated at Earth standard." Her heavily booted feet slammed to the ground as gravity pulled her down and she quickly ran towards the single seat in the craft. Desperately she pressed a few necessary buttons and flicked some engine on ignoring the safty protocall of strapping herself.
More rocks streaked through Thor.
'Oh god, nobody said that there was going to be a hail of asteroids!' Jenna mentally screamed as she finally has the engine on. Gunning the engine and grabbing the two sticks in front of her she sharply pulled, making the craft blast downward. Then she saw a flash of blue light and immediately her shuttle jerked forward then backward, slamming her head to the seat then cracking her covered face to the control. The glowing blue shockwave of the silent blast shot through her shuttle and her, and when the shockwave passed violently through, her body felt like static and felt like there was a thick, warm tacky link between her and the machinations around her. Dazed she didn't feel the craft being pulled backwards to a newly created wormhole.
Jenna felt even sicker as she felt like that she was being stretched, and when she looked up to see out of the window she almost barfed.
Outside the glass window of the space craft was a tunnel of stars streaking away from her, as if she was traveling backwards at an extremely high speed. All of the sudden a violent turbulence shook the craft making her fall out of her seat. Lying unmoving on the floor Jenna closed her eyes, pleading for the nausea to pass. Another, more violent turbulence came throwing her body to the side. Immediately grabbing on what ever she can as her craft jerked again, more powerful than the last, trying to throw her to the opposite side of the small room. One hand slipped out and the other arm that was still desperately clinging to the wall made a loud, wet POP!
Jenna screamed as she felt her shoulder dislocate, rendering her entire right dominate arm useless and sending her form across the other side of the small room. Her protected head connected to the gravity button shutting the gravity force down and a few other buttons were cracked as well making the interior of the Silverstreak dark.
If anyone was know one thing about the brain is this; the brain is floating in fluids. So other words, just because she was wearing a helmet protecting her cranium it didn't protect her brain from being lurched back and bruising it.
Then with one finale exploding jerk of the shuttle everything calmed into an eerie quietness. Hearing nothing but her deep ragged breath and erratic heartbeat, Jenna tried to stay awake. But the pain from her arm and head became too much, she slowly lost consciousness.
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The small space craft drifted lazily in space looking a little dented but otherwise okay. Jenna groaned as she woke from her restless and pain filled slumber. Floating in the middle of the craft she tried to take off the helmet but only met screaming pain from her entire right arm with a dull throbbing in her head.
'Damnit! What a great time to get a dislocation girl. Not good to have a dislocation in zero gravity environment, the arm will keep moving.' She winced as her arm just did that, floating upward. She took a deep breath a went back to reviewing what little medicine she knew and then she readied herself for forcing her arm back in place, 'You know, this would be sooo much easier if I had gravity to help brace myself for even more pain.' Jenna sighed again then took several deep breath, 'Ok, ok I can do this, I can do this, I can do this despite me hating pain. Oh God fuck my low tolerance to pain to Hell!' At that she popped her arm back in place. The she screamed as the pained shot through her arm to her hand and back, but when the pain subsided she felt better and could breathe easier.
Then she heard a voice that sounded very much like her own sound through the ship's interior, "Ow, that hurts! But at least the kinks are out." This freaked her out for two reasons.
One; the space craft talked! And in her own voice, too!
And two; the words that the craft spoke were going to be the exact words that she was going to speak out loud.
"Holy cow!" Jenna giggled, "Have I lost my mind or something! I must have banged my head a lot harder than I thought!"
"What the hell!" The shuttle snapped also giggling like mad, "How the heck did I become a space craft?! Who the fuck are you?!" The question was directed at Jenna, then there was a heavy pregnant pause, "Oh…God…Get. Out. Of. My. Body. You damn Body Snatcher!"
Jenna stared at the posterior of the craft, thinking that the 'head' would be there, "Your body, your body?! Aw hell no! This is my body and it has been for the last twenty-one years, you crazy talking craft!"
"Talking craft…." The space craft seemed to practically shake in anger, "Ok! Who the hell are you?!"
Jenna, still floating in midair, answered hotly, "I'm Jenna Sandra Rison, age 21 year old, born in Sydney, Australia in 2083, and I am a high class Space Engineer and Astronaut working in NASA Earth Space Base! So what about you, you scrap metal!"
"Scrap metal?! I'll show you scrap metal! I'm Jenna Sandra Rison, not you! Don't believe me? Well I'll prove to you that I'm Jenna! I had a huge crush on a stupid jock by the name of Jason Shrapnel; I almost lost my virginity to him, the fucker! Oh and another thing, I got a secret horse for my eleventh birthday named Snowmane from an uncle, and she died three years later with a heart disease! And I'm an adrenaline druggy, I love to extreme skate! Good enough for you?! Now it's your turn! What was dad's motto that he told to no one but me?!"
"Don't let people bring you down, my little girl, but rise against them and give them hell." She recited, "He said that when Jason was being a dick to me." Jenna calmed down, and it seemed that the other 'Jenna' has as well.
Then space craft 'Jenna' chuckled, "It seems 'we' as in you and I, both gave the jackass a bloody nose and a good kick in the balls."
Jenna laughed at the memory, "Hehe yeah that was the best moment of my life, that was the day that I said that we were through, done with." Silence engulfed them again until human Jenna spoke, "So…How did this all happened…?"
The silence seems to feel like that craft Jenna was looking at human Jenna with a funny stare, "Hey, I know just as much as you do, we're the same remember?"
Human Jenna slapped her left hand to the golden visor of her helm in a face palm, "Ok…so what do I call you; I just can't keep calling you Jenna and know that we have the same mind."
"And apparently we share the same pain…" robo Jenna whispered, "Yes, well I can understand perfectly well at what you are trying to say, I really wouldn't want that either. Well just call me…" the pause was heavy, "…just call me by the name of this craft, Silverstreak, seeing that I am now a space craft…"
Jenna laughed, feeling more calmed that Silverstreaker was not going to harm her. She spoke Silverstreak's name, testing it, "Yeah Silverstreak, Silverstreak." Silence engulfed them again, but this time it's a comfortable one. Then Jenna had a sudden thought, "Hey, um, Silverstreak, could you, um, could you like, turn the gravity force on? I would like to have my feet on the ground."
Silence, then, "I'll see if I can." There was a few seconds of silence then quit suddenly the craft shouted "Aha!" nearly giving Jenna a heart attack. Then without warning Jenna slammed butt first to the ground with a loud clack! Her armored butt met the ground none too gently.
"OOOOWWWWW!! SIVERSTREAK!" Jenna's right arm throbbed painfully and to add another injury her tailbone hurt as well. Luckily the landing was soften by her armored space suit.
Silverstreak groaned in agony, "Remind me not to hurt you in anyway, shape or form. Now my butt and arm hurts, and I don't even know where the heck the butt is!"
Jenna got to her feet shakily and took tiny painful baby steps towards the locked medicine cabinet, her butt screaming in protest for moving too soon. She looked like she had a street pole rammed up into her butt. Pressing a few keys, the door unlocked and she pulled out a roll of bandage and a bottle of painkillers. Her left hand reached to her helm and pressed an almost invisible button. The golden visor slid up and the mask shifted away with a hiss revealing her face. Then her left hand went to the center of the chest, pressing a cleverly hidden button. The chest armor folded away until a silver circular, hand sized metal plate remained. Then she unzipped her space suit, revealing a black tank top with the NASA logo on it, until it reached to her waist, where another piece of armor was resting.
She was about to carefully take her tank top off her but stopped short when it was half way off. Jenna looked at the posterier of the craft with a warning look, "Don't look, I don't care if you are me or not, but by God I will turn you into a useless heap of scrap metal if you so much peek at my chest!"
"All right, jeeze." Siverstreak's Australian accent was deep in a sarcastic reply, "It's not like I want to see myself undress, it would just be plain freaky to me."
Jenna rolled her eyes then conitued to take her tank top off and her black bra (with much difficulties). Light brown eyes then rested on the bandage and she grabbed it, proceeding to carefully wrap it across her chest then wrapped it all around her whole arm. Every once in a while her arm would throb and Silverstreak would complain loudly. It was getting on Jenna's last, jumpy nerves, "Will you shut up?! My god I didn't know how annoying I sound when I complain, and I don't complain this much!"
"Don't fall into denial girl, and don't make it sound like I complained a lot, either. I don't complain a lot."
"Ok, we must be of one mind to act like this, because you also just fell into denial..." Jenna muttered under her breath as she finished wrapping the bandage on her arm. She looked at her bra for a few seconds before discarding it by throwing it to the side, thinking it would be too much of a hassle to put on.
Silverstreak did not like what Jenna just did, "Um, I don't know about you, but having you walk around inside me is bad enough, it's like knowing I have a parasite squirming inside of me. But please do not make it worse by throwing your bra around inside me, I'm not a launary washer or dryer."
Jenna just rolled her eyes and picked up her bra and discarded it in a bin, "There, happy?" Jenna went back to putting her tank top back on and the rest of the suit plus armor. Then she put her arm in a sling. After that she brought her left hand to the side of the helm and press the side of her ear, "Silverstreak to NASA Earth Base, come in NASA Earth Base."
Static was her reply.
Worried she tried again, "Silverstreak to NASA, come in NASA."
Same thing happened again. The static sounds haunting this time. Jenna tried to keep herself from panicking, 'It would do no good to panic in a place like this.' "Hello, Jenna here. Can anyone hear me?"
No good. Jenna huffed, throwing her left hand in the air in frustration.
"So no good, huh?" Silverstreak asked. Jenna shook her head in negative reply. Then she took a bottle of the pain killers and popped one in her mouth. Then she went to a small storage compartment and took out a bottle of water and a snack bar. Drinking the water she walked to the front of the small craft and buckled herself in the seat. Taking a bite out of the snack she looked out the window, watching the stars lazily move around her as the craft drift in space.
For the next ten minutes of doing nothing but watching the stars, both Jenna and Silverstreak were getting restless. They were never the ones to really sit still and do nothing. Jenna sighed and flipped open her arm computer she surfed the net, feeling eternally grateful that she installed a Wifi in her ship, allowing her to have free internet.
"Thank god for small miracles, I don't think I can stand the silence with nothing to do. I love the twenty-second century." Silverstreak spoke out loud, Jenna made a small noise of agreement.
Then she started feeling the effects of the pain killers. Jenna finished the last bite of the snack bar, snapped the mini-laptop on her arm shut and pressed the button on the side of her helm, golden visor and face mask slipping into place with a hiss. Then she made herself comfortable on the seat by wiggling her butt. She sighed and listened to the silence of the deep space and the quiet hum of Silverstreak's engine, allowing it to lure her to sleep.
Soon Silverstreak also fell asleep, driflting aimlessly in space.
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Prowl was on duty in the communication center until the long rang scanner picked something up. Looking at the signal he spoke to Optimus through the comm.-link, "Prowl to Optimus, come in Optimus."
"Optimus here, what is it Prowl?"
"The long rang scanner picked something up, so you might want to take a look at this." Prowl said as the picture came on screen.
A few minutes later Optimus came through the entrance way asking, "So what did we pick up?"
Prowl pointed at the screen, showing a small silver, sleek, fast looking craft, with strange unrecognizable writing on its side. "The scan indicated that there were two lives in the immediate vicinity of the craft," one signal blipped, telling the Autobots that one life is a transformer, and the other is unknown. "And the transformer looks like a seeker."
Optimus nodded, "Looks like a strange seeker, he doesn't have the same model and I don't see any Decepticon signal anywhere on him."
"So what's the course of action, sir?" Prowl asked. Optimus complemented for a few nanoseconds before ordering to Prowl, "When do we reach to the seeker?"
"We will reach them in approximately thirty minutes."
"You, Jazz and Ironhide will come with me to get the mech and bring him to Ratchet. This guy might have been damaged one way or another and was floating in space for a while." Prowl nodded and left to get the two mention mechs.
Optimus took one last look at the picture, "Strange looking seeker indeed."
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Ratchet looked up to see Ironhide, Prowl and Jazz carrying a slightly worn, strange silver craft, a seeker probably.
"So what's the problem with this guy?" Ratchet asked as the mechs set the transformed seeker on the med bed.
"This seeker is off-line an' has 'nother passenger inside his cockpit." Jazz said.
Everyone peeked through the window and saw a small silver form with a golden visor. Ironhide asked, "A cassettecon?"
"No, the scanner indicated that this life form is not a transformer." Prowl said.
"Then what the slag is it then?!" Ironhide grunted a bit irritated.
Ratchet managed to get the small form out without harming it. Then Ratchet noticed one of its arm was in a sling. Scanning to see the damage he almost dropped the little thing in shock, "This is an organic."
"What? How can that be an organic when it has metal body?" Prowl asked.
"The metal body you see is only its armor. This is all completely organic and it's rather fragile by my scan." Ratchet gently set the small figure down. Having no knowledge of treating organics there was little he can do for it but wait.
The strange looking seeker, however…
"I need to transform the seeker into mech form so I can get started." It took Ratchet a while to find the transform log, he even had to scan to find it, but when did he became surprised, as did the mech around him.
What they were seeing was a femme, lying motionless on the bed.
Ratchet was the first to snap out of it and immediately started working on repairing the femme, "Hmm…a few major connection cords has been snapped from the right shoulder joint, resulted from a dislocation. Did a moderate job in trying for a self-repair."
Realising that he still has an audience he turned to face the mechs who were still standing there, staring at the femme. Ratchet growled, "Well?! What are you standing around for? Get your aft out of the med bay!"
Jazz and Prowl dashed out of the room, not wanting to risk Hatchet's infamous temper. Ironhide, however, wasn't smart to take the hint. Before Prowl got him to get the seeker he wanted to see Ratchet to look at his weapons, "I want--"
"OUT!" A wench connected to the side of Ironhide's cranium unit, leaving a nicely sized dent.
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Well, I had fun writing the intro chapter. Please review on this one.