Chapter 1: Arrival

Fembots. Thought to be a Transformer legend, these Transformers were rumored to be unaligned in the civil war on Cybertron, and incredibly powerful. They stood out from other Transformers because of their reliance on relationships with organic beings, but unbeknownst to the other Transformers, it was this relationship that made the fembots so powerful. They were rumored to have foreseen the destruction that the civil war would cause, as well as their own divide as to what side would they be on. Some wanted Decepticons, others wanted Autobots. The remaining fembot population, had unanimously decided, as well those that sided with either side, that the planet would be better off without them, and so they left slowly, in teams of three, to escape the great war that raged around them, settling on peaceful planets for a long nap…of approximately 4.5 million Earth years.

Now two teams of fembots that have landed on Earth are awakening. One has already found their partners…

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Alexis sighed, poring over her overtly difficult homework before English class had started. The guys (Carlos and Rad) were sitting casually nearby, chatting about some guy topic or another…

'I wish there was another girl to whom I can relate…all this guy stuff is over my head…' she thought longingly. Sure, Carlos and Rad were good friends, but sometimes, she wished there was a girl that she could talk to…about girl issues.

The class quieted down just as the teacher, an older, stubborn, woman with graying hairs mixing with her auburn hair, wire thin glasses resting upon her wrinkled nose. She sniffed at them irritably.

"Class…Today we have new students," Alexis stared at the door hopefully.

'Please let one be a girl, please let one be a girl…' she repeated in her head.

"Raine Abernathy," the teacher read one of the new students' name, "please, come in."

A girl, wearing a dark purple tank top (midriff showing), with black leather pants as well as dark brown army boots stepped in, her short, black hair mostly hidden beneath a baseball cap bearing the local baseball team's logo, her dark blue eyes scanning the room. Carlos was speechless…this girl was an angel in black leather.

"You may sit behind Carlos. Drew Abernathy." A long haired brunette with thick rimmed glasses stepped inside. Unlike her sister, Drew wore baggy dark blue jeans, a light pink sweatshirt and slightly oversized sneakers. She appeared to be quite shy, whereas Drew appeared to be outgoing. They both appeared to be sixteen.

"Taran Denali." A third girl stepped in, this time, a redhead whose hair was tied up in tiny braids. She wore a dark red tee shirt with white shorts, and her eyes were dark brown in color. Looking up at Taran briefly, she noticed that the new girl was carrying a white motorcycle helmet. But the strangest thing was…all of these girls…just over the right breast was a white phoenix choking a snake in its mouth.

"You two may take those empty seats next to the window. Now, settle down class…"

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Jetfire groaned. He was flying about five hundred feet above the desert, in jet mode. Here he was, this ace star fighter warrior sent out on a reconnaissance mission to investigate some strange signals they started receiving a couple days ago.

"Got anything Jetfire?" Optimus' voice rang in his com link. He had delegated Jetfire to this task because he was the best.

"Nothing unusual yet." The Autobot muttered. This was something that he hated doing…going on patrol was more boring than hiding out in combat.

"Bear south .5 degrees. It appears that the signal is coming from that direction."

"Roger that."

It was then that something amazing happened. What appeared to be an extremely fast dark colored shadow grazed his left wing, causing him to roll in order to avoid a crash. That thing had to be going at least Mach 15!

"Whoa!"

"What is it Jetfire?" Red Alert's voice came through the com link. Red Alert had a hard time with what he just saw…

"I don't know…" Jetfire was grappling with the fact that there was something on this planet that could go faster than him…

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Meanwhile, Alexis looked longingly at the new girls during lunch time. They were in a group by themselves and talking in hushed tones, in between bites of food. One of them seemed to be fiddling with an ear piece and microphone, while the remaining two watched. Alexis, being very knowledgeable about technological items, got up from the table Rad and Carlos had been sitting at.

"Where're you going, Alexis?" Rad asked the brunette girl.

"Going to help out the new girls." She replied simply, gathering her things.

As she approached, she managed to catch snitches of the conversation…

"…I told Breeze to stay in the school parking lot. Did she listen? Nooooo…"

"Well, you know Breeze. Can't resist an opportunity to show off how fast she is on those open roads…"

'Reminds me of Hotshot' Alexis then smiled at the thought of the yellow warrior, and his love of riding out open roads. Speaking of whom…

Hotshot was having a helluva time on the road. He missed it with a passion…the open straight roads, with the wind howling a sort of strange aria of their own devising and constantly improvising the next note, the unequaled need for more and more speed, and the knowledge that nearly nothing on this planet could catch up. It was nearly nirvana. The only thing that was missing…was someone with a need for speed equal to his own, and a love of the open road. Little did he know, that someone was coming up on his rearview mirror…

"Holy Primus!" Hotshot skidded to a stop, the breaks squealing like fingernails on a chalkboard (A/N: Ugh, I hate that sound!). What caused him to stop had itself squealed to a stop a dozen yards ahead of him. It was a sleek sports car, clearly a vehicle built for speed, white with a red Chinese-style dragon painted from the front wheels that ended near the tail lights (A/N I don't know diddly-squat about sports cars). It (she?) was facing him, and the tense silence between them resembled something of a standoff between the two cars. Breaking the silence, the strange car revved its engine as if in challenge. Hotshot knew what this meant…and they both took off at top speed.

As the racing car passed, Hotshot stopped and stared in shock. If he hadn't known any better, he could have sworn that car was a Transformer. It had no driver, and it had a strange symbol on both of its doors…a white phoenix choking a snake in its mouth.

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Alexis was feeling totally relaxed with these girls. They had so much in common with each other, it was a wonder that they were not joined at the hip. Alexis found out that Taran, Drew and Raine had all been friends since second grade, and had all gone to the same schools. Their parents, it turned out, all worked at the same company. They had many similar interests. Taran, it turned out, was a mechanical whiz, and she had a class M motorcycle license. Drew, meanwhile, loved to draw, and she showed Alexis some of her work, all of which was VERY impressive. What struck Alexis as odd was some of her drawings of robots…these weren't boxy, 1950 serial style robots, nor were they androids…The robots Drew had drawn closely resembled the Transformers…with a few small details. They were shapelier, definitely curvier, and more feminine. Raine, however, was a poet, and some of the stuff she had written was published in poem collections.

"Wow…You guys are so cool." Was all that she could manage before the ten minute warning bell rang.

"Thanks…Hey Alexis?" Taran asked as she pulled her backpack onto her shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Are you doing anything this afternoon? Cause, if you're not…then maybe you could hang out with us."

Alexis thought for a moment. She had told Rad that she would go with him and the others to the Autobot base…but it had been so long since she could go and just be another girl and hang out with other girls.

"Okay!" she said happily. Not many girls had given her this offer, nor had wanted to be her friend, mostly because she was viewed as too tomboyish for them.

Walking over to Rad, she suddenly felt an unexpected pang of guilt. Rad looked over at her knowing fully what she said, and felt a flame of anger rise up slightly.

Doing his best to restrain himself, he glanced at her, "What was that about?"

"What?"

"THAT. You know, going to hang out with them when you said you were going to come with me to see the Autobots."

"Look Rad, just because I hang around with you guys all the time does not mean that I can be denied the right to hang out with girls every now and then! I have had it with guy talk!" she glared at him furiously, and he flinched. He was expecting her to be angry, but not this angry. After that fiasco, she stomped on to her next class. Carlos, who was standing next to him at the time, looked at Rad.

"Dude, that was vicious." And, to his surprise, Rad agreed with him.

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Blood red eyes surveyed the town of High Desert. So, the Fembots already knew of her presence coming into this pitiful wasteland of fleshling settlement. Good. All the pawns were in place, and all she had to do, was make her move.

To be continued…

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