Transformers: Pyrrha's Journey

Black.

She was floating in a world of black. Where am I? she thought, What happened?

Then she remembered. Jaune. Fighting Cinder. Losing. Taking an arrow through the heart. Dying. She realized that she had so many regrets.

Child… a voice said, cutting through the darkness. Pyrrha Nikos… your life may have been cut short, but your soul lives on.

Small pinpricks of light slowly appeared as 12 colossal metal beings walked towards where she was. She wanted to ask so many questions, and mourn her death, however, she was unable to, as she lacked a body, and therefore, a mouth. The metal giants waved their hands in her direction, and suddenly she had her body back. She was clothed in a white T-shirt and jeans, her bright red hair cascading down her back. She collapsed to the floor - was it even proper to call it a floor? and sobbed. "Jaune, Ruby, I'm so sorry."

The beings stood back and watched her, white eyes staring at her. When she was done, she stood back up. The giants and Pyrrha locked eyes for a minute before Pyrrha asked, "Who are you? Where am I? I mean, I died, but how am I still aware of what's going on?"

Pyrrha Nikos, the metal giants began, You are one with the Well of Sparks, the place where all beings go after death. As for who we are, we are the original Primes, the sons and daughter of the Creators of the Universe – Primus and Unicron, who were brothers. As for your awareness, it may have to do with the fact that Primus has a job for you.

Pyrrha was confused. "What do you mean that Primus has a job for me? And the story of the two brothers was true?"

Yes, to a point, child. The story of the two brothers is true to a point.A feminine sounding voice spoke up. As for the job, it is entirely voluntary. A Prime held out his hand, and a hologram appeared. Your world was just one in an infinite sea of universes. In one universe, there is a world known as Earth, and its counterpart, known as Cybertron. Cybertronians have been at war for millions of years, and that war will soon spread to Earth. Primus wants you to take a place among a family known as the Witwickys and help limit the damages caused by the war. You will retain your Aura and Semblance to help you. It is a long road, and one that will be difficult. Will you help? If not, you may fully immerse yourself in the Well of Sparks.

Pyrrha thought for a minute, then asked, "Could you tell me if everyone back on Remnant defeat Salem?"

The Primes nodded and one said, Yes, of course. Another hologram emerged, showing the two teams working together to defeat Salem. Ruby struck her down, and finally, used her Silver Eyes to take her out. By the end, Pyrrha was crying in happiness. So they do succeed. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help, she thought.

After drying her eyes off, Pyrrha said, "I'll do it."

The Primes smiled, mouthplates curving up. Your friends will be very proud of you, Pyrrha Nikos. You have our blessings. The Primes raised their hands, and Pyrrha was consumed by light.

Today's the day, Pyrrha thought as she walked into Tranquility High. If we can do this right, and get an A, Sam and I will get a car. It had been a week since the Primes had sent her here, to the town of Tranquility, Nevada, and gave her a new family. She had a mother and a father, Judy and Ron, and a spazz of a brother, Sam, but given the memories that the Primes gave her, she loved them back. As for why she was so excited, Sam and her both saved up $2,000 for a car, and if they got an A on this final project, then Ron would pay for the other half and take them to get one.

Sam was practically vibrating in his seat, he was so excited. Pyrrha, on the other hand, appeared more subdued, but was also excited. The memories that the Primes gave her told her how much of a big deal this was. When they got to high school, they said goodbye and started walking into the building.

Final period came around, and Sam and Pyrrha were up. Sam took out his bad, and Pyrrha had a box of stuff, which she opened and Sam poured out. A rubber band hit Sam across the face, and the teacher, shocked, demanded, "Who did that? People! Responsibility." Pyrrha saw that Trent had launched it and narrowed her emerald eyes at him.

"For our family genealogy report, we did it on our great-great-great grandfather," Sam began. "He was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky."

Pyrrha picked up from there. "He was one of the first people to explore the Artic Circle, which was a big deal." She took out an old map and held it up. "In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight to the Artic Shelf. He used many different instruments and tools to get there."

Sam then cut in. "This is the quadrant," he said before going in a direction that Pyrrha didn't expect him to go, "Which you can get for 80 bucks. It's all for sale, by the way." The students all started laughing, and Pyrrha glared at Sam. He took this as a signal to continue, and he picked up a triangular metal tool. "Um, like the sextant here, $50, which is a bargain, by the way." The class laughed again.

Desperate to derail Sam's sales pitch, she said, "These here are my grandfather's glasses. They've seen many cool things –"

"But we haven't gotten them appraised yet," Sam interrupted. Pyrrha huffed.

At this point, Mr. Hosney cut in. "Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr. and Mrs Witwicky, this isn't show and sell, this is the 11th grade. I don't think that your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is going to our car fund. You can tell your folks, its on eBay. We'll take , cold hard cash too." Pyrrha gave an exasperated sigh as Sam said, "And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day."

Pyrrha finally got a word in edgewise. "Unfortunately," she said with a look at Sam that promised later pain, "our great-great grandfather, genius as he was, ended up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward, drawing strange symbols and babbling on about giant ice men that he thought he discovered." At that point, the bell rang, and everyone started getting up. Pyrrha then turned to Sam, giving him a look that said, We'll talk about this later. He gulped nervously.

"Okay. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow, might not. Sleep in fear tonight," Mr. Hosney said. Sam meanwhile was trying to sell off the items. Pyrrha punched his arm and he stopped.

"Okay? Pretty good, right?" Sam asked Mr. Hosney. Pyrrha stood next to him, fidgeting with a metal pen. She was making it float a centimeter above her hand, then twirling it.

"Uh, I'd say a solid B-," Mr. Hosney said.

"A B-?" Sam asked, incredulous. Pyrrha felt her dreams shatter, even though she knew that they deserved it.

"You were hawking your grandfather's crap in my classroom!"

"No, kids enjoy… Look, can you do us a favor?"

"What?"

Sam said, "Could you look out the window? You see our father? He's the guy in the green car."

"Yeah." Mr. Hosney said.

"Well, I'm going to tell you about a dream. Two kids' dream. And a man's promise to those kids." Sam, if you pull this off, I don't think I will ever doubt you ever again, Pyrrha thought as Sam continued, "He looked us in the eye and said, 'Kids, I'm gonna buy you a car. But I want you two to bring me $2,000 and six A's. Okay? We've got the 2,000 and we have five A's. Okay? Here's the dream. Your B-. Dream gone. Kaput. Sir, just ask yourself, what would Jesus do?" Pyrrha nodded in support.

Sam and Pyrrha ran out and over to Ron's car, excited. "YES! Yes, yes, yes!" Pyrrha exclaimed.

"So?" Ron asked.

"A-! But it's still an A, though." Sam excitedly said.

"Wait, I can't see. It's an A."

"YES!" Pyrrha cried jubilantly, "We're good!"

After a while of driving, Ron said, "I've got a surprise for you kids."

"What kind of surprise…" Pyrrha and Sam asked. They were literally vibrating with excitement. When they pulled into a Porsche dealership, they began freaking out. "No. No, no, no, no. Dad! Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"

"Yeah, I am. You two aren't getting a Porsche." Their faces fell as Ron laughed.

"Daaad—" Pyrrha whined.

"You think that's funny?" Sam asked as they pulled into a car lot.

"Yeah, I think it's funny," was Ron's response. Pyrrha just pouted in the backseat. "What, did you guys think I'd get you a Porsche for your first car?"

"I don't wanna talk to you for the rest of this whole thing," Pyrrha said.

"Oh, come on you two, it was just a practical joke."

"Not a very funny one," Pyrrha and Sam chorused.

The two of them parked and walked up to what appeared to be a repurposed gas station. A man stood inside. As they walked up to him, Sam protested, "Here? You said half a piece of car, not half a piece of crap, Dad."

"These cars do look kind of crappy, dad," Pyrrha commented. "Anyways, I'm going to take a walk around."

"You know, when I was your ages, I'd be happy with four wheels and an engine."

As Sam and Ron continued their talk, Pyrrha walked away. She scanned the cars, looking for something that caught her eyes. Eventually, she found a Chevrolet Camaro with black racing stripes. "Hey Sam! Check this car out!" she called. She peered inside and felt a tugging in her chest. Odd, she thought.

Sam walked over to the car. "Nice find, Pyr," he said, looking inside. "This one's nice," he told Bobby Bolivia. "It's got racing stripes."

"Yeah," Bobby said, "It's got racing… Yeah, what's this? What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car! Manny!"

Manny appeared. "What?"

"What is this? This car, check it out!"

"I don't know boss, I've never seen it! That's loco!"

As the two of them were debating over the car, Sam and Pyrrha got inside. "This is nice," Pyrrha said.

"Yeah, nice car. Dibs on first day."

"What? I was the one that found it! I should get first day."

"Well, I called dibs, so…"

"How 'bout this. I drive it home, you can drive it tomorrow, and I'll get the next day."

"Can't fault that logic. Wow, this is a nice car for such a crappy lot." Pyrrha wiped off the steering wheel and exposed a symbol. It was a robotic looking face, blocky on the edges.

"True. We should put an offer on it."

Ron was already on top of that. "How much?"

"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job…"

"Yeah, but the paint's faded," Sam interrupted.

"Yeah, but it's custom."

"So, it's custom faded?" Pyrrha asked, snickering.

"Well, this is your first car, so I wouldn't expect you two to understand," he turned to Ron. "Five grand."

"Sorry, not paying over four," Ron announced. "Sorry."

"Kids, out of the car," Bobby B. said.

Sam was confused. "But you said cars pick their drivers!"

"Well, sometimes they pick the driver with a cheap ass father. Out the car. C'mon."

Sam got out, with Pyrrha taking her time. Bobby pointed to a Volkswagon Beetle next to it. "Now, this one, for four G's is a beaut."

Pyrrha was about to get out, and the others were walking over to a Fiesta with racing stripes, when the door locked. "Huh?" she asked, before tugging on the lock mechanism, unlocking it. When she went to get out, it locked itself again. She unlocked it, and it locked itself again. She huffed, and went to unlock it when the Camaro let out an unholy screech that shattered all the car windows in the lot, except for the Camero's.

"$4,000!" Bobby said, voice cracking a little.