Re-vamped. I'm saving the three sisters for something else. :D
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: No matter how many of these stories I write, I DO NOT own Transformers.
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All That Jazz 2!
CH. 1
Just over two hundred six miles off the coast of California, lolling in the Academy barracks, Goldbug was having a nice dream about eating cotton candy at the state fair a week ago.
Trigger sat on the yellow femme's chest, staring at her face. It slowly raised its head flaps, turning them flat-side toward the sleeping Autobot, and its lens-like eye narrowed to a pinhole. And just as suddenly as a car honks, music blared from the small flaps.
Geeet read or not 'cause here I come!
"AAA!" Goldbug sat up suddenly, feeling as though her spark would suddenly explode.
Dance, dance, dance, and have some fun!
"Trigger!" She threw an open medical pack at the eyeball; steel wool, and energon ointments spilling out onto the floor.
6-5-4 3-2-1, get up! Get up!
Goldbug looked at the Cybertronian chronometer on the wall, and gasped. "Oh slag, I'm late!" She jumped out of bed, gathered the contents of the pack, and Trigger, and ran out the door.
Oh no, never ever gonna stop
Goldbug raced down the main avenue from the barracks to the medical training building, cursing the twenty or so block, and wishing she'd picked up some Energon snacks to tie her over until she could get a decent breakfast.
Try to fly and if I drop. Not gonna quit. Get up, get up, get up!
Bluestreak waved as Goldbug passed by, chuckling. "Run for your spark! He's gonna take it out of your aft this time!" He jeered.
"You have no idea!" Goldbug shouted back as she continued to run.
Stand back. I'm gonna make some noise
"Look out, construction zone!" Smokescreen exclaimed as Goldbug trampled through wet cement, and left footprints that would do Sunstreaker and Sideswipe proud.
Smokescreen scratched his head, and sighed.
"Should we fill it in?" A mini-bot called.
Smokescreen chuckled. "Nah, leave it. It's almost set anyway." He shook his head, amused.
Sing until they hear my voice.
"Woah, hey! Wait!" Goldbug called to the cross-city train blaring its final boarding call.
The train pulled away without Goldbug.
Can't keep me down. Get up, Get up
Goldbug sighed, dejected at first then smiled, and sprinted down the train platform to the street. She transformed into a yellow VW Bug, and picked up speed.
Geet ready or not 'cause here I come
A GPS device on the dashboard beeped, a red arrow blinking.
Dance, dance, dance, have some fun
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-Traffic jam ahead-
Get up, Get up
On the train, a black femme looked out the window, and jumped slightly at the sight of a small yellow car matching the train's speed.
Get up, up, up
Woah, woah
Goldbug dodged traffic, and marveled at how despite the size of Autobot City, the few humans living there still managed to create a traffic jam fourteen blocks from the command center.
Up up up
"Oh, you're joking." The yellow bug groaned.
An opening presented itself in the form of a service ramp leading to an upper catwalk, and Goldbug felt her inner mischief-maker squeal with excitement.
Rain falls down on my parade
The yellow VW bounced slightly as it sat in traffic, taking a moment to mull over whether or not she should take another moving violation.
Lemons into Lemonade
Goldbug took the opportunity, however highly against Autobot City traffic policy set down by Prowl, and scaled the ramp, transforming at the top, and running along the construction catwalk.
Can't slow me down
"Prowl's gonna kill me." She groaned, sprinting toward the end of the catwalk, preparing for whatever speech she would be getting later about responsibility, and tardiness.
No way, no way, no way
Two Construction bots sat up ahead enjoying a morning cup of hot energon, and laughing. Goldbug breezed past them, knocking one of them off the railing.
Trigger wailed, watching over Goldbug's back.
Yesterday is in the past, Revolt
The yellow femme had hoped old habits would break after she got into a routine at the academy
Tomorrow's coming fast
As Ironhide would say to Goldbug, "Old habits die hard". The yellow femme could only assume that meant her habits would not break by repetition alone.
All you got is now, get up, get up
At the rate Goldbug was going, she had thirteen moving violations, illegal access to an otherwise restricted construction zone, stomped through wet cement, AND was going to be very late to a class with a veryimpatient instructor, so the only thing she could do was enjoy her run, and hope she didn't spend the rest of her lifecycle in the detention center.
Geet ready or not 'cause here I come!
The end of the catwalk was near, and Goldbug vaulted it without thought to the street below.
Dance, dance, dance, have some fun!
Add crushing a pedestrian to her morning commute, and continued on after apologizing profusely.
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Get up, get up!
She held one hand up to her face, and a holographic screen displayed the time being already four microns until class started (roughly two and a half Earth minutes).
Get up, up, up
Woah, woah
By now the yellow femme surmised Prowl had a name for this kind of conduct; something like "pulling a Goldbug". She chuckled despite herself as she passed the security building.
Up, up, up
Woah, woah
up, up, up
In the security office, Prowl's comm. line blinked, and he tapped the side of his head. "Prowl here. Go ahead."
Prowl, this is Red Alert. I'm tracking a fast moving object that has broken every safety protocol within Autobot City limits in less than fifteen microns.
Prowl growled, and rubbed his head. "Goldbug."
Woah, woah
Up, up, up
So far no sirens, or signs of being stopped, so the yellow femme pressed on. Trigger beat on her shoulder wailing, and pleading for Goldbug to turn herself in, and beg for a short sentence.
Woah, woah
Up, up, up
Up ahead another obstacle presented itself in the form of Metroplex lumbering down the avenue in vehicle mode toward the science building of the academy, still a good six micron run away. Unfortunately for Goldbug, the only way to the medical training building was along the same avenue the white construction vehicle happened to be filling, and she was short on time as it was.
Hey you
Don't let 'em see you frown
Come on, turn it upside down
Distress took over as Goldbug imagined herself being smelted down for being late for the fifteenth time that term. She quickly looked around for a way out.
Don't ever quit
Get up, get up
There was nothing except Metroplex, and the road. Trigger fluttered up in Goldbug's face, waving its chord arms in distress-It's extending chord arms.
When life puts you to the test
There's nothing better than your best
Goldbug grabbed Trigger, pulled out one of its arms much to the eyebot's surprise, and swung him in circles over her head as she ran head-on toward the rear of Metroplex.
Show 'em up what you got
You got a lot
Goldbug threw Trigger to a loop on Metroplex's roof. The little bot twisted its free arm through the loop, and mewled as it hung on.
Show 'em what you got
Get up get up
Goldbug grinned. "Pull me up, Trigger!"
Get up, up, up
Woah woah
Trigger activated its pulley, and pulled just as Goldbug jumped up.
Up, up, up
Woah, woah
The yellow femme caught the edge of the white vehicle's roof, groaning slightly form the unfamiliar exertion.
"Oy! Who be grubbin' onto me?" Metroplex barked indignantly.
Woah, woah
Up, up, up,
"Sorry, Metroplex!" Goldbug pulled herself up, grabbed a weary Trigger, and ran along the roof.
Woah, woah,
Up, up, up.
"Ach, bonnie lass, ye dunnae have time to be playin' games wit me!"Metroplex exclaimed worriedly. "That medic is right loose! I dunnae want to see your aft in the scrapheap!"
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind!" Goldbug jumped onto the hood of the vehicle then hit the ground running.
Up, up, up
Higher, higher
Trigger held onto Goldbug's shoulder, and took a moment to stop wailing, and waved at the Autobot inside the white vehicle.
Up, up, up
Heart's on fire
Inside the slow-moving vehicle Hound gawked at the sudden appearance of the yellow femme.
Up, up, up
Woah, woah
Goldbug heard the bell ring, and paused a moment.
Up, up, up
Geet ready or not 'cause here I come
She kicked her tires into her heels, and used them as veritable skates, increasing her speed enough to get her really going as she weaved around the front building to cut through the newly re-built greenhouse.
Dance, dance, dance
Have some fun
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Get up get up
Geet up, up, up
Woah, woah
Up, up, up
Goldbug was almost there. She disengaged her would-be skates, and ran up the steps, and through the door.
Woah, woah
Up, up, up
Still a hallway to traverse, but nothing Goldbug couldn't run in her sleep. She could hear Ratchet's bellowing voice in her head, and winced; this would not end well at all if that wasn't just her imagination yelling at her.
Woah, woah.
Goldbug dove through the door, sliding face down on the floor.
Up, up, up!
Sideswipe stood up, and swiped each of his arms like a baseball Umpire, and exclaimed. "SAFE!"
The class applauded as Goldbug stood up, and brushed off her chassis, and legs. "I made it!" she cheered.
"OUT!" Prowl roared, standing in front of the class.
Goldbug gulped. If it wasn't Ratchet, it had to be the only bot in the city that would have the yellow femme behind bars.
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Prowl drummed his fingers on the desk as a two-way screen on his desk blinked red Cybertronian letters. Irritation was written all over his face, mostly directed toward the skinny yellow femme sitting in the chair across the desk. He looked at her over the translucent screen, squinted one eye to express his aggravation then finally shut the screen off.
"Alright," Prowl opened the top drawer to his right, and removed a small red chip. "Go back to class." He tossed Goldbug the chip with an aggravated groan.
Goldbug took the chip, and rolled her light blue optics as any teenager in trouble does when they've been sentenced.
"Don't run, I've already informed Firestar of your tardiness." Prowl snapped as the young femme approached the door.
Goldbug let out a groan. "Great, like I'm not in enough trouble, now I'm late twice." She started to leave when a thought struck her, and she stepped backward into the office once more.
"Did you forget something?" Prowl asked, logging Goldbug's incident in his computer.
Goldbug looked thoughtful, and folded her arms at the security bot. "Did you just say Firestar?" She asked, light blue optics scrutinizing the white mech from his red crest to his hands on the holographic keyboard on his desk.
The mech's fingers stopped typing, and his dark blue optics slowly rose to meet Goldbug's. He considered her demand then looked back at his screen, and continued the report that by now seemed routine since Goldbug had started at the academy.
"Répondez, s'il vous plaît." Goldbug folded her arms, and tapped one heeled foot. "Reagieren sie bitte." She flapped her hand at Prowl, who continued to be unresponsive.
Prowl paused his typing, and turned his head to raise both eyebrows at Goldbug in a somewhat surprised manner. "You're multi-lingual." He said then looked back at the translucent screen. "I wouldn't expect you would have downloaded more than language native to this planet."
Goldbug started. "Hey. I may be a lot of things, but you of all bots should no, lazy is not one of them." She approached security chief's desk, and leaned on it with one hand, the other balled on her hip. "I've also been commended on numerous occasions by a certain munitions specialist for my dogged determination, and unwillingness to give up when a troublesome subject presents itself."
"Meaning?" Only one optic ridge rose on the security bot's face this time, and he gave Goldbug the briefest of glances. Blue letters scrolled rapidly across the screen to keep up with the security bot's fingers.
Goldbug frowned. "Meaning, I want you to answer my question. Why report my tardiness to Firestar? Wouldn't it be pertinent to report it to Ratchet, seeing as he's the instructor?" smugness spread across her face.
"I'm surprised you listen so carefully to what I say." Prowl replied. Goldbug opened her mouth to rebuttle, but the police chief interrupted her. "And yes, it would be pertinent, as you so eloquently put it, if Ratchet were here. Seeing as he isn't, and Firestar has so graciously agreed to fill his role as instructor, I report your tardiness to her." Prowl gestured to a report pad beneath Goldbug's hand. "If you'll get off my work, and my desk, I have reports to file."
Goldbug shifted, releasing the captive report. "Ratchet isn't here?" she watched Prowl work, waiting for an answer. "Is he still on Moonbase One? I thought they would be back by now. Prowl, talk to me, did something happen? Is everything alright? Prowl!"
Prowl looked up with a bored look, looked straight into Goldbug's optics, and said in a placating voice. "Everything is fine. Now, I suggest you get back to the class you are already very late for, before I cite you for skipping."
Goldbug frowned, still not convinced everthing was as Prowl claimed. Not many bots would say Prowl showed much emotion, but the yellow femme had been around the police bot so many times that she had started to notice it. The subtle little facial ticks that showed a miniscule hint at what Prowl was feeling. Thought Prowl sat there, working as usual, ignoring Goldbug's continued presence. The slight shift in the settlement of Prowl's brow might as well have left him wringing his hands, and pacing worriedly.
Prowl looked up, his brows shifting upward, and for one brief moment Goldbug saw his worry, and stress come through. Something was happening. Something big, and as Goldbug left the office, she had a sickening feeling in the pit of her spark telling her that something big was going to get here, and when it did, nothing good would come of it.
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People screamed, and ran for their lives, as the two Autonomous Cybertronian Organisms punched, kicked, and fired at each other above the humans' heads. One of the bots, a blue femme, crashed through the track of the kraken roller coaster ride of Sea World Orlando. "AA-OW!" She landed on her side, and gasped at the track beneath her. "Oh please don't let my luck be that bad." She looked up to see a car of screaming passengers rushing toward her location. The femme groaned, and struggled to stand. Her right side ground as gears stopped connecting, and she looked down to see part of the track protruding from her body, gears and wires sparking painfully around it. The passenger car grew closer, and the screams louder. The femme squeezed her optic casing shut, and covered her head with her arms, preparing for the inevitable impact.
"Amy!" A deep voice bellowed. A large, black mech leaped into the path of the roller coaster, and caught it with a resounding crunch before it could pummel the injured femme.
Amy gasped, and looked up whereupon she grinned with relief. "Ironhide! - oh my god, your arm!" She pointed to where the mech's arm was shifted somewhat painfully out of place by the impact of the fast-moving roller coaster.
"It's nothing!" Ironhide bellowed. "We have to get these people out of here." He reached up with his uninjured hand, and slammed it down on top of the car, causing the secure lock on the roller coaster restraining devices to break. the harness popped open, and Ironhide set the dangling people on the ground. "GO! Get out of here!" The people all scattered, running fast as their legs could carry them away from the giant robots.
Blackout jumped down from the top of the roller coaster, and made to attack Ironhide, but fire from across the park made the Decepticon turn, and roar at the yellow mech raining fire on him. Blackout jumped away as Ironhide swiped at him, and extended a spike ball and chain and started swinging.
Bumblebee gasped, and dodged the swinging mace-like weapon. It hit a maintenance building before Barricade turned, and swung it around, knocking one of Bumblebee's doorwings off as the yellow mech rolled to avoid the contact. Bumblebee groaned as his doorwing flew off, and skittered across the pavement into a statue of a whale.
"You never did have the bearings to stand and fight, Bumblebee!" Barricade laughed. "You're too soft!" He pulled his arm back to swing again.
Bumblebee grabbed a piece of a lamppost from the ground, and swung it to catch the metal chain of Barricade's weapon. The mace chain severed, and sent the ball flying away. Still holding the lamp post, Bumblebee slid beneath Barricade, and stabbed upward from a crouched position.
"Standing is one thing, Barricade!" Bumblebee twisted the lamp post. "I just prefer a different vantage point." He jerked the metal pole, and Barricade, fall with a gurgle to the ground.
The sound of crashing concrete and metal had Bumblebee turn to see Barricade's severed mace hit the base of Sky Tower. The yellow mech groaned. "Slaggit!" He sprinted toward the falling tower, and just managed to slow the tower's fall, but it was just barely too heavy for him as he strained to keep it aloft. "I could use some help over here!" He shouted as his feet slid along the bottom of the man-made lake.
By Shamu stadium, Chromia turned, and gasped. She ran toward the falling tower, and leaped into the lake below it. Up to her chassis in water, she caught the top-heavy tower as Bumblebee's strength faltered, and managed to keep it from splashing dangerously into the water below.
"Chromia!" Bumblebee's strained cry came. "Can you-?" he started to ask.
"I've got it!" Chromia inched toward shore, pulling the tower with her. "Protect the children!" She gestured with her head toward the stadium.
Bumblebee looked across the lake, but couldn't see much besides people running, and screaming. He turned back to Chromia, and saw Blackout making his way toward the femme. Bumblebee raised his right arm bearing a cannon on the end, and fired. Blackout was sent back one step then tried to recoil, but Bumblebee fired again, sending the black Decepticon reeling backward, tripping over his own heels over an arcade about to be crushed by his weight. A slew of people poured from the arcade, and ran in all directions to avoid being squashed. Bumblebee fired again, and Blackout fell backward onto the arcade building, wood and cement splintering in every direction.
Mikaela ran against the din, searching the crowds for four small children. She gasped when she saw two toddlers huddled together. "Tourniquet!" She waved her arms. "Tourniquet! Rawhide!" She ran over to where a white-haired boy held onto a red-head girl, both looking around in confusion.
The boy spotted Mikaela, and his nearly luminescent blue eyes widened.
"Rawhide! Tourniquet!" Mikaela crouched down next to the two children, and wrapped her arms around the pair. "I'm starting to think I'm more afraid than the both of you put together." She looked around in a panic then took a hand of each child, and stood up. "Come on."
Sam ran against the crowd toward the stadium, the last place he had seen Annabelle and Bebop. The Lennoxs had trusted Annabelle to their little excursion to Sea World while they took a second honeymoon, and Sam wasn't about to lost trust of the Major or his wife, by losing the daughter on the first day.
A familiar head of dark hair bobbed along behind a short railing, and Sam gasped. "BEBOP!" He called out, running toward the toddler he knew was an adolescent transformer in human disguise.
The body attached to the head toddled out from behind the railing, holding the hand of a little blonde girl who was rubbing her eyes red and puffy with previous tears. Bebop squawked when he saw Sam, and looked around before running across the asphalt toward the human twenty-something.
"Bwackout fall down!" Bebop giggled, clapping his little hands in amusement as Sam picked him and Annabelle up, and carried them awkwardly away from the running, screaming crowd.
"Y-yeah..." Sam gulped. "Right on the arcade." He frowned slightly.
Annabelle continued to rub her eye, and tugged Bebop's sleeve across Sam's chest.
"She gots dust in'er eyes." Bebop said, craning his neck to look up at Sam from where the human man had him tucked beneath his arm.
"Dust?" Sam started, and looked at Annabelle. "I thought she'd been crying or something."
Bebop turned, and screamed "He's getting up!" and pointed at Blackout as the Decepticon tried to get up, but Chromia trodded up, and kicked the helicopter mech across his head. The Decepticon fell back down, looking dazed, and on the verge of unconsciousness.
"And stay down." Chromia snorted at him with a triumphant smirk.
Vents on Bumblebee's chest expelled heat in rapid bursts similar to human panting in an attempt to cool his circuits. He looked around frantically for signs of his human friends, and spotted them crouched near the dilapidated arcade. Sure that things would quiet down considerably, Bumblebee walked over to where Sam was crouched over the two children, his right transforming back to an arm. "Sam, where are Rawhide and Tourniquet?" Bumblebee asked, looking around.
Sam shrugged, looking around. "I dunno, Mikaela went to find them, and that's the last I heard anything about them. You can't see them?" He asked.
Bumblebee shook his head. "No."
By the roller coaster, Amy failed to stand once again, and jerked at the track protruding from the right side of her body.
Ironhide reached down with one hand, and an annoyed frown.
"No wait, don't-aaaaooowww." Amy groaned as Ironhide jerked the piece of track from her side. "You," Her voice strained. "Really need to warn me before doing stuff like that."
"Noted." Ironhide said as he draped one of the blue femme's arms around his neck, and pulled her up to a standing position.
The wires in Amy's side sparked for a minute before slowly reattaching themselves of their own accord. A perk of having the universe's most powerful energy in your head.
Ironhide watched Amy skeptically with his usual scowl on his faceplate. "You can heal yourself?"
"Heck yeah, and I can dance." Amy chuckled sarcastically. "I think I'll be alright now." She gently peeled herself away from Ironhide's support, which the black mech reluctantly relinquished.
Ironhide nodded then turned, and bellowed louder than what was possibly necessary, something in Cybertronian.
Bumblebee waved an arm from where he was approaching with Sam and Bebop from the arcade.
"Here!" Chromia called, climbing up out of the lake.
Bumblebee's pace increased when he saw Amy's slowly healing, oozing, wound, and worried over her, trying to cover up the wound. "You're injured. We have to do something."
"I'm fine. Bumblebee, really," Amy reached up, and grabbed the mech's head, turning it toward her. "I'm fine. It's healing. See?" She twisted, and looked down. "Already closed. Nothing to worry over." She kissed her finger then tapped the tip of Bumblebee's nose.
Bumblebee sighed then turned as Chromia approached.
"Ironhide!" Sam called up to the hulking black mech. "Mikaela went after Rawhide and Tourniqet, and I haven't seen them since!"
Ironhide glanced around then in a bellowing voice called out. "RAWHIDE!"
Only a few yards away, Mikaela turned in the direction of the black mech. The little red-haired girl with her jerked her hand from Mikaela's grasp, and disintegrated into thin air after a few steps away from the otherwise surprised woman.
"RAWHIIIDE!" Ironhide bellowed again.
Amy and Bumblebee squinted as Ironhide shouted again.
Amy placed one hand over the audio receptor nearest Ironhide. "I'm sure she heard you the first time."
As if on cue, a small femme with copper forearms, lower legs, and chassis and hip joint ran from the parking lot, crawled through a hole in the wall by the ticket counters, and hurried over to Ironhide, and grabbed his leg, standing on the mech's foot. "Got ya!" She exclaimed triumphantly in a small, femmy voice.
Ironhide looked down at the femme with a somewhat adoring raise of one optic ridge.
"There ya are." Chromia lifted the little femme off of Ironhide's foot, and onto her left hip. "We won't be losing this one again." She said matter-of-factly. "I aint' takin' my optics off 'er for an astro second."
Amy folded her arms, and sighed. "Great, so let's get a move on before the obvious giant robots standing in Sea World attract even more attention than they did already." she scanned the dilapidated amusement park, and sighed. "Prime isn't going to like this."
"Not particularly, no." Bumblebee made a face that was his equivalent of a human pursing their lips. He transformed into his Camaro alt mode, and both doors opened for passengers.
Amy transformed into her blue Exige mode, and her pretender form stepped out of the driver's side as Bebop toddled up, and climbed into the back seat. "By the way!" she called up to Ironhide, who was hashing out transportation plans with his bondmate. He turned. "what prompted you to name your daughter Rawhide?" she shaded her eyes against the intense Florida sun.
Ironhide exchanged a smirk with Chromia, before bellowing out. "Move 'em on!
Chromia answered without missing a beat, still holding the femme on her hip. "Head 'em up!"
"Head 'em up!" Ironhide called.
"Move 'em on!" Chromia answered.
"Move 'em on!" Ironhide called.
"Head 'em up!" Chromia exclaimed.
The femme threw her hands in the air, and exclaimed with a jubilant giggle. "Rawhide!"
"Count 'em out!" Ironhide called.
"Ride 'em in!" Chromia half-chuckled.
"Ride 'em in!" Ironhide nodded.
"Count 'em out!" Chromia winked.
"Count 'em out!" Ironhide smiled.
"Ride 'em in!" Chromia exclaimed
The femme waved her hands in the air, cheering. "RAW-HIDE!"
Amy stared in amused disbelief, lowered her hand from her eyes, and climbed into the driver seat of her alt mode as she muttered with a sigh. "Why am I not surprised?"
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Revamping ATJ 2, hoping to bring back my readers. I read it last night, and then realized it was FULL OF HOLES! So I'm putting PLACE and other fanfic projects on hold while I clean this one up, and isn't so much of a "throwing GACK in your face whilst singing an Irish jig" kind of thing.
Original comments:
So I was watching Transformers 2007 movie today, and when Ironhide did his spinny thing, and quoted Clint Eastwood from "Dirty Harry", I was like. "I have to do it."
Vincent: How do you know where that quote is from? O-o
Zex: . Shut up! I like westerns! DX