Transformers Strike

Re-edit

It's been a long time since I've looked into Transformers; my interest spike came from the upcoming movie, which looks suh-weet. Some time ago I got a PM from someone wanting my to update my other Strike story, but at this point, I've got to start from nothing and build up (my computer has a cruel virus, so I on laptop), add details and all of that. It's been a while, but I hope that my writing has gotten better.

Owning Transformers would result in it never existing.

Prologue: Fire and Ash

School was the only place left that allowed Transformers to travel in large groups since teachers had to run a class of 20-30 student robots. Outside was a different world, if a group of three or more were spotted, they would be killed. It was all part of the Decepticon rule, and no one liked it. Nothing could be done, however, and the mechs dealt with it with no tolerance.

Two young mechs, both looking into becoming medics, talk quietly before class began. One looked like water, the design upon her armor seem to always move, and her gray optics added to that more. The other looked like fire, a flaming design that remained, even when transformed as a car, but his green optics threw off the scheme, and many were uncomfortable around him, but it slowly grew to them.

"Hey, slow down, no future medic rushes through a medical exam." The flame mech said, slowing his companion down. "Remember, you have to look for the wound's start point and cut off the energon flow from there."

"Right, sorry." She said, doing as he suggested.

"What's wrong, Aqua, it's not like you to try to get through this."

"I've got a lot on my mind." She said, "Maybe I can tell you later."

"Alright." He said kindly, placing an arm on her shoulder.

Just then, a large explosion rocked the school, and the alarms blared. Students scrambled to escape, the flame mech holding Aqua. The teacher hurried over to them, telling them to get out to the building, which he nodded to. While running, his hand around hers, a large beam fell through the ceiling and separated them.

"Aqua!" he called, looking for her. She didn't respond, and fear built up inside him. With a sadden sigh, he continues his escape, in the back of his mind swearing to kill whoever started this fire.

He exited the building from the front entrance, finding bodies of his peers spilled all over as death took its hold. Everywhere else was Decepticons just waiting to kill anyone who comes out. He knew how he appeared to them, just a pair of green eyes floating in the flames. He walked out and passes the Decepticons, who didn't want to attack him; traumatized by the ghost like appearance he created, and started a lonely trek home to Diamound.

Halfway home, he's stopped by a different Decepticon, who held a sword in one hand. No words were spoken as the Decepticon charged forward, the flame mech avoiding and taking an evasive route. He has never fought before in his life, and wondered what this mech was trying to do. He was soon taken out by the Decepticon's speed, an arm around his neck, the sword in front of his eyes.

"With these gone, my men will no longer be stopped by the sight of these awful green optics of yours." The mech hissed into his audio receptor. Before he knew it, the world became a black sheet, he couldn't scream, couldn't make any vocal noise, as he dropped to the ground and left for the dead.

From the shadow of the flame mech came a ghost-like robot. It had been an hour now, and the ghost-like mech knew he had to get the flame mech to Diamound. Picking up the fallen and blind mech, he continues the long trek to the small town.

…Strike…

The school building was now a pile of ash when he arrived. Bodies of students still littered the land and spectators could only stare at the mess, wondering what caused the Decepticons to cause such damage. Walking over the ash, he could feel the heat still, and spotted embers here and there. He stopped over a certain patch of rubble, looking down into the pile at a figure nearly hidden. Kneeling down, he pushed away the ash and some metal to see a femme lying there. Pulling her up from the rubble, he holds her still until she could work her body better, one arm was clearly bent out of shape, but was surprised to see her legs in one piece.

"Flameshield… where's Flameshield?" she sputtered.

"I don't know." Came an aged voice, "But we need to get you to safety."

"He probably thinks me dead." She continued, as if she didn't hear him, "I just can't appear… I don't know what I'd do without him…"

"Hush." The mech whispered softly, "he doesn't have to know yet, I can bring you somewhere, a place to recover in."

Aqua turned and looked at the cloaked mech, his blue eyes shining dimly under the shadow of the cloak hood. With a nod, he stood up and helped her up, and they walked over the ash and onto the streets, and headed to another town, west of Iacon, where they were, and south of Diamound, where Flameshield was.

…Strike…

Sound, he could hear sound like he never heard it before. He could hear medical equipment, but that was drowned by the sound of a spark of a mech near him, in fact he could almost place the owner. His face felt different, and then he remembered that some Decepticon cut his eyes out.

"What happen to me?" he whispered.

"Without optics, one is useless," a familiar voice said, "However, I might be able to solve the problem."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's a newer system, used by scouts to detect movement of others, but for you, it's going to let you see the world, if in a different retrospective." The mech said, "It's an echo visor, lets you see the world with sound, and I've also added a funtion that you can enable to be on all the time, it releases a pitch of sound that cannot be heard…"

"But be seen." A new voice cut in.

"Who…?"

"I guess you could call me your shadow, I brought you home, brother."

"Yes, he's sharing sparks with you, if he dies you'd feel it, but live on, if you die, he too dies." The medic said, "or so I'm guessing."

"Well, you best have your own personality, I don't know how I could deal with my personality."

"No worries there." The new mech said, "you and I are a different as day and night."

"Okay, the system is in and running, lets see if it works."

The world of black suddenly lit up a little bit. He found where the medic was standing because he could see the sound waves of his spark, however, he couldn't find his 'shadow'.

"Where are you… brother?"

"Over here." He said. The flame mech found in through his voice.

"Unlike Red Alert here, I can't see you unless you talk."

"That's what I feared." Red Alert said, "Try activating the sound enumerator."

"Okay…" he said, unsure. Before long he saw a white beam like object run across his vision, and he could better see his brother. "That helps a little bit."

"That's good to hear, Flameshield." Red Alert said, "Now about your…brother."

"Shadow Wisher." The mech said, "Shadow for short."

"Sounds good to me." Flameshield said. "Now… to avenge Aqua."

If this story gets better recognition then the other, i will remove the other and simply title this as 'Transformers: Strike'

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