~Ok folks, the revamped story is a go! Hope I do better this round. PS: Guess who's going to Portland Oregon for a science convention? This chick! Booyah! More later ~~ I shall leave my old intro here. […] is new stuff. ENJOY! Love Radio~
I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! WISH I DID! I WOULD LIKE TO THANK Diamond White for inspiring me to do this story. Please read her story "My dream my life" it is really good! I love it. This is set in G1 and yeah I do apologize if it seems centered around Radioactive and FireRose but that is how I made it cuz I did. My dear friend FireRose Prime helped me here again and is in this story; please check out her page too (really great stuff there too) I would like to say that the Shadow Seeker in this story is not the one that is on fanfiction. I am sorry about that we made the nicknames before I knew of that and had already written the story. SORRY! '=( Please enjoy the story. I spent countless boring hours in class writing it. No one stopped me surprisingly.
OptimusXOCXMegatron (You know who you are)
JazzXOCXProwl (per request a three way with both mechs knowing and okay with it)
SoundwaveXOCXRed Alert (;P) [this changed. It is now Red Alert X Oc. I still have no idea how it happened…whoops. Though my human turned story has it! That one is a doosie]
CliffjumperXOC (this is going to be a cute) [It is still so cute!]
PerceptorXOC (she's gonna kill me) (some fluff w/ Knock-out) [I am still alive and this is still sweetness]
SilverboltXOC (do not know how I am gonna pull this off) [I CAN PULL IT OFF! It just fits so nicely]
Screamer...I mean StarscreamXOC (he don't know what is gonna hit him) [Not sure about this one. Unregretted mayhaps?]
IN THE BEGINNING TROUBLE HAPPENED THAT'S WHAT!
The chatter of the halls on a routine Saturday at The Academy broke from the sound of a wrathful scream. On reflexes birthed by years of training, the students in the hall flattened themselves along the walls and long Plexiglas windows. The scream caused the few students in the garden below the window to crane their necks in an attempt to see the situation. A few began placing bets when a well-known blur ran past the students huddled against the walls. Money exchanged hands.
"WHERE IS HE?!" The young woman bellowed at no one in particular as she bolted down the hall. Her dark brownish red hair whipped around her head as a banner of war. Deep arctic blue eyes darted everywhere, analyzing every corner and person for her target. Her teeth were barred in anger as a growl rumbled from her throat. She ran at top speeds gained from her years out running pursuers and fruitless escape plans. Her purple and white tennis shoes burned into the tiled floor as her flared at the knees dark blue jeans clung to her legs in her fury. The gifted leather jacket hung off her lean frame revealing the purple t-shirt with an orange radioactive symbol resting upon her chest. A special shirt made by very special people who some moronic walnut harmed in one of the foulest ways. Her silver wired frame glasses gave a malicious glint in the loving light of the day as she turned a sharp corner to continue her search. These halls held no secret from her. From the attacks and chases she and her family had been put through since that horrid day six years ago when they were forced to this place it all came down to survival of the fittest and the fittest could run the fragging fastest.
Name: Emma Moon
Age: 23 and 6 months
Height: 6'1
Personality: Over-protective, loyal to the fault of taking the bullet, wary of those new to her, spaztastic klutz, sweet and polite upfront until one crosses The Line, overly compassionate at times, high intensity of mothering instincts, pray that you are not on the opposing end of her wrath when sparklings and her family are involved, will stand tall and proud by her family's side, one of the more reasonable and practical femmes of the group, honorable and the cause of the large portion of insanity of the family.
Interest: music, art, reading, her family, pranks, protecting loved ones and Transformers
Warning: Do not under any circumstances allow her large amounts of sugar (nuff said) has shared ability to sense vibes -spidey senses- from intense meditation cycles. Will at times ramble to herself when scheming or solving a problem. If so, make sure she has food and water. She will forget. She was turned into a rabid Transformers fan by Kaylee
Transformer Codename: Radioactive (fits)
Job Profession(s): Communications, Black Ops, Weapons designer (minor, still training)
Fighting/ Trained in: Mixed martial arts, military hand to hand, minor gymnastics
Mission: Kill the basterd who hurt Darcy
Whispers filled the hall at the spectacle in wonder. Many times had they seen the girl-along with others- run down the halls but to this extent was rarely seen from the observant and quiet women. A few men flinched away at the sound of her vows of torture that she would inflict on the one who harmed her family. Just as the notion that the coast was clear, there was only time for one sigh of relief before they were rushing back against the walls to avoid another raging female whose piercing war cry sent ice down the backs of many. Three were unable to move fast enough to avoid the brunette and were trampled without a second thought.
The new women ran with a snarl plastered to her face. Her long mane of lush hair flew behind her in a vortex of energy. Her washed out blue jeans and red running shoes were just a blob of color against her speed. The light blue T-shirt she had on held the image of Optimus Prime from the TF: Prime series on the front. Her rage caused flecks of gold to brighten her hazel eyes as she left the hall on Emma's heels.
Name: Kaylee Prime
Age: 24 and 11 months old
Height: 5'7
Personality: Transformers, Assassins Creed, and Fullmetal Alchemist fan. Leader of group, lazy at times but ready when the need comes, cares greatly about her friends, laid back but holds a quick temper making her a blazing hell spot, joker but when serious move out of her way or she will mow you down, trustworthy, willing to stand her ground, and quick to act sums it up.
Transformers Codename: FireRose Prime
Job Profession(s): Project Management, Black Ops, Communications, mechanics
Fighting/ Training in: military hand to hand, mixed martial arts, weaponry/ dueling
Mission: Assist in killing the basterd who hurt Darcy
Kaylee caught up with Emma and together they raced down the halls covering ground in the blink of an eye. They were unable to find the male who molested their dear, kind-hearted friend. Just the mere thought of what he did and had intended to do soured their stomachs in disgust.
They had left Darcy for but a few seconds to grab snacks in celebration of the end of another day in Hell's Torture school of the gifted. To their horror, they returned to find Brooke and Keely holding Darcy in a protective embrace. Darcy babbled and sobbed but the gist of the situation hit the two girls sending Emma into attack mode while Kaylee took a moment to order a group meeting before she turned after Emma.
They had covered the whole school to no avail. Furious roars echoed the halls.
The leaders of the sister pack turned sharply around. Their destination, a partially secluded picnic area near the back of the garden that was close to the female dorms. The rest of the team had seated themselves around the hysterical form of their friend. Red faced and gasping for breath between sobs, Darcy hiccupped as comforting words were murmured. The rage that had burned within their chests melted away like chocolate on a hot summer's day that caused irritation for it melted in a pocket. At the sight of their comrades, Emma and Kaylee's faces softened. Today had been a decent day too.
Darcy was dressed in a pair of tan capris, blue crocs, and an aquamarine T-shirt that held a dolphin design on it. Her dove brown hair reached just below her jaw but at the moment it draped over her face. She cradled her tearful face in her hands as her body trembled under Keely's soothing care.
Name: Darcy Marine
Age: 22 and a half
Height: 5'5
Personality: Shy, partial danger prone-though Kaylee and Emma hold the record- kind hearted, caring and loyal but is scared easily. Holds little interest in transformers but enjoys it with her companions. Loves to hang out with friends who thankfully get her on her feet-she has trouble with her center of gravity.
Transformers Codename: Aquamarine
Job Profession: Researcher, Communications, Scouting, minor in marine biology and clay sculpture
Fighting/ Training in: Defensive and minor acrobatics, weaponry, minor hand to hand combat
On Darcy's left sat Keely-pronounced like LOTR's character Keli- held Darcy as the sobs slot lessened. Her dark brass brown wavy hair was pulled up into her favored neat bun. Her dark tan skin peaked out from her moss green sweat jacket that covered a gray T-shirt. She finished the outfit off with dark blue jeans and pearly white tennis shoes. Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with concern but a close friend would tell that murderous plots were forming with surgical precision behind the normally kind flesh of their dear friend. There were reasons why most of the girls feared her but for now revenge could wait.
Name: Keely Gale
Age: 22 and 3 months
Height: 5'6
Personality: Mother hen, stubborn, noble, patient to a point, loyal, in most ways the female version of Ratchet. Enjoys art and casual reading. Beware: she has really good aim. Fear the needles fear them!
Transformers Codename: Kinetix
Job Profession: Medic(field) trainee, pending PhD (still has not decided which field)
Fighting/Trained in: Swordswoman/wielder, hand to hand, mainly defensive, weaponry
Emma and Kaylee walked hesitantly over. Kaylee slid down next to Keely while Emma came behind Darcy and enveloped her in a comforting hug. Darcy and Emma held a deep bond of sisterhood stemming back to fifth grade. In fact, the whole group held a sisterhood bond. As any who were taken from loved ones and forced to live in an unwelcome place. Kaylee pulled her gaze from her sisters and moved on to inspect the last three girls. This life just continued taking its toll on the girls. The young leader wondered if the next break would happen soon. They had only just recovered recently from the last breakdown. She flinched slightly at the thought and memory as her eyes glanced at the victims.
Brooke with her short dirty blonde hair. So strong and steadfast in these times seemed more drawn into herself. Seeing her makeshift family suffer had settled in its poison. She sat on top of the table in her blue vocaloid T-shirt and knee length jeans with her teal running shoes covered in doodles. Kaylee knew by the stony set of her sister's face that the guilt was beginning to feast upon her alive. The guilt spurned her with words of why she had not moved faster, or how could she let the basterd go. It was a guilt all of the sisters shouldered.
Name: Brooke Magma
Age: 23 and 4 months
Height: 5'6
Personality: Straightforward, minutely random, intelligent, polite upfront but respect must be earned, Constant Vigilance, Tough love of the group. Has her bouts of laziness but is willing to lend a helping hand. Enjoys running cross country and relaxing around nature with Emma and Alyssa Hatter. Loves heights and flying. Can be found sleeping in trees. Enjoys art offs with the girls while Darcy, Keely, and Alyssa Scales judge. At times the winner is decided by coin toss.
Transformers Codename: Swiftwing
Job Profession: Jet fighter pilot in basic training until of age, Black Ops
Fighting/Training in: Judo, military combat, firearms, basic flight training, weaponry
Tension rose between the sisters interrupted by Emma's fist slamming down onto the weathered top of the table.
"Damn that sly slaggard. How dare he touch you, Darcy, without permission!? And run away!" Emma snarled menacingly as she straddled the bench seat next to Darcy. Such vile actions went against her basic coding-the others had joked- for besides the protection of children, honor and the respect for someone's person were held in high standings. To degrade and harm someone-anyone- in such a way disgusted her. For that harm to come to one she held as sister, made it burn her more.
"Don't worry Darcy. We'll find the sicko and make him pay." A girl with wavy black hair and bangs vowed. Her uncontrollable waves were held back in a low pony tail that draped over her shoulder onto her Black Veiled Brides T-shirt. Her fingers fisted her Black yoga pants giving away her irritation while her hazel green eyes blunted dangerously with vengeance upon her mind.
Name: Alyssa Hatter
Age: 23 and 2 weeks
Height: 5'10
Personality: solitary but enjoys the company of her family, procrastinator, hard worker when she wants to, heightened 'sixth' sense or vibe reader as she and Emma call it, newbie to transformers, music fanatic, dreamer, put her, Kaylee, Emma, and Nightblade together plus revenge... run the other way. Nothing will save you. Loves flying and being in the sky. Very down to earth or Cybertron should we say.
Transformers Codename: Shadow Seeker
Job Profession: Jet fighter pilot in training, musician, Black Ops
Fighting training: Judo, military combat, firearms, weaponry
"Yeah. Don't give that tool a second thought Darce. We got your back." A red head girl encouraged. Her bright blue eyes lit up with mischief at the idea of payback highjinxs. She dressed in black yoga pants, a red t-shirt, and a leopard print fabric jacket that held off the minor spring chill.
Darcy gave a sniffle and quietly gazed around at her supportive yet homicidal family with her red rimmed eyes before breaking out into sobs again at the compassion of her friends. Her only family since they were taken six years ago.
Name: Alyssa Scales
Age: 24 and 3 months
Height: 5'7
Personality: kind, crazy and random as hell, funny, sincere, devilish, smart-aleck/aft, and fun loving. With the help from Keely, she helps calm Emma from her panics. Enjoys pranks, music, and pie. Though fun loving, she can hold a grudge when it comes to her sisters and their safety. Very close to Kaylee and Emma.
Transformers Codename: Nightblade
Job Profession: Spy/ ninja in training, communication, Black Ops
Fighting/Training in: Ninja/spy, military combat, infiltration, weaponry
"Grah! This really ticks me off! When I get my hands on that..." Kaylee hissed under her breath. Keely did not have the heart in her to scold her sisters for their language.
Darcy finally settled down and reopened her eyes leaving her shocked and amused at the sight. It was just like her sisters. She tried to hold in the giggles that threatened to bubble out of her. Keely was giving Kaylee her infamous glare for swearing, Kaylee was glaring at her fists as if they personally offended her, Brooke was slightly confused at Kaylee but overall angry at the situation, both Alyssas were a mix of murderous and worry between the glaring ones and Darcy's giggling while Emma somehow pulled off looking all of the above besides Keely and even went so far as to look at her own fist.
It took the group a while to fully calm down and by then the sun had dipped below the horizon. The silence that fell upon the group at this time was customarily broken by Emma with the routine dialogue that plagued the girls.
"Ugh! I can't take this much longer! It's not doing any good for my circuits!" She huffed earning strained chuckles from the others.
Outside of the jokes, each one understood the pain. Over the last six years, trouble followed the small band like a bad rash. Some troubles hitting harder on others leading to more pain. They had done what they could to survive but by the third year hope dwindled. Countless escape plots ending in failure and punishments. One mistake ruined their hopes and dreams. Cutting them away from their families. The youngest of them had been only 17 when they were ripped from the only place they knew, their only home. They were left with each other in the end.
Forced into a military based academy for those viewed as talented or were able to buy a spot in. It was as corrupted as the government politicians who ran it. The horrible clichés that the girls once laughed at became real and they were thrown in portrayed as special. It only served to paint targets upon their backs.
"Special. Ha! Special mah foot! Nothing special but our wills to survive here in this this cesspool this cluster fuck pit!" Emma scoffed leaning against the table and cradling her face in her left hand. Tears prickled her eyes as the guilt gnawed at her. It had been her fault. If only... Her thoughts were stopped by Brooke.
"Causing chaos, trouble making, and staying near the top of our classes is real special just like being used as a punching bag or scapegoat is." Brooke sarcastically drawled in bitter tones. She hated the pain they felt. The arguments, the fights, the bullies, the lying professors, and the knowledge that she would never see her family again. Never see her big brother marry that girl he liked. It was the same for all of them. Over the years, especially the first two, many words and blame were sprung and the team was almost destroyed. It had been horrifying and they nearly lost a few during that time. After the scare, a pack was made and bonds solidified.
The sky was dark now and the stars shined just out of reach of the dreamers. The light from the school walk ways illuminated the group, casting shadows that highlighted their inner turmoil. Finally, Emma raised her head to those dreaming stars with damp eyes and determination. It had been going on too long.
"We will get out of here. Mark my words." She stated with conviction and to the old nursery rhyme tune she made a wish upon a star. "I wish I may, I wish I might, first star I see tonight" her voice croaked slightly. This was their last chance. "Take us away from this place of hell and bring us where our futures dwell. Be it here or Cybertron or not even there, whether close or near please let us be together. Free us please star in the sky. I want to be home." Emma sobbed at the end. Six damn years took its deadly toll upon the soul.
The other stared at her, some with tears and others with grim, as they all mirrored her wish in their hearts. They knew it was only time before they were torn apart. Keely stood and moved away from the table while furiously whipping the tears from her eyes.
"We better get to the dorms." She softly advised. None of the girls wanted to deal with the hell patrol or dorm warden-also known as the glitches of dorm seven and the monitor of the hall.
With forlorn eyes, the girls followed Keely to the walk way. They only made it a few feet from the table when the sky lit up like New York City on Christmas day. Turning towards the sweltering heat of the light, the girls' shadows and silhouettes danced along the buildings and grass.
"LOOK OUT!" Darcy shouted but nothing could stop the light from swallowing the girls. Their cries rang out crisply before they were muted. Leaving silence in the night. Within the hour, military personnel littered the scene. They only found the remains of an old picnic table and seven burn marks embellished on the grass.
Here we go folks. The start of a new beginning! Watch out cuz I am BACK! MUAAHAHAHA! Radio out!