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Cybertronian
thoughts
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Prologue
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TSEEEW! TSEEEW!
I dived behind a mound of rubble.
I glanced back to see the three Autobots pursuing me clamour over a broken support beam that was lying on it's side.
Autobots.
My friends and comrades. Chasing me. Trying to offline me.
How did this happen?
FLASHBACK
I sighed as I walked through the slanted doorway leading down into the place me and my mech's called base. I had just finished scouting out a potential energon source. What did I find? Nothing. The mission was a complete waste of time!
Cybertron is dying, I think gloomily, Soon there won't be anything left.
"Hey, RedGun! How was the mission? Find anything?", asks Sideswipe, his tanks rumbling slightly.
"Not today, 'Sides", I relpy, sitting by the wall.
Base? How could I have thought for a nanoklik to call it that?! We didn't even have a place to sit!
"This is a hole in the ground", I grumbled under my breath.
"Comfy one, ain't it?", Sunstreaker asked sarcasticly. He leaned on the wall oppisite me and the door. His paintjob was scuffed and even nonexistant in some places. It made him more irritable than usual. Not that I'd know what his 'usual' behavior would be. I'd only just joined these misfits a megacycle ago.
Before I'd met the twins and Jazz, I'd been a loner. Due to my...Temper, I had avoided both 'Bots and 'Cons alike. I didn't believe in the way the Decepticons did things, and I couldn't go to the Autobots when my optics kept turning red every time someone made me mad. Plus there is that small issue of my Decepticon mate, that no one knows about, being belived to be a psychopathic femme.
I turn my attention away from the somewhat depressing thoughts to look around the hole we dared to call a base and scowl, "I hate this place."
"Same 'ere", agrees Jazz, standing next to Sunstreaker. I don't call the kid Sunny like the other two seem to enjoy doing. I don't see any point in calling someone something they don't want to be called.
Sunstreaker nods his head starring at the ground, "Sometimes I wish the 'Cons would just come and blow this place up."
"Sky high!", Sideswipe raises a cracked and empty energon cube as if we were tosting. Sunstreaker throws a rock at him, knocking the cube from his servos.
'Sides glares at his twin, planning on doing more than throwing a rock at him when-
BOOOM!
The ground shook for a moment before the ceiling started to crumble. We scrambled to our pedes and scrambled out the doorway to escape our caving hole-in-the-ground.
Just outside our hole we found ourselves surrounded by Vehicons. One flinch and we'd be slag.
And the one in command of them...Starscream, second-in-command of the Decepticons. We glared at each other. You see, me and Screamy? We've got a history. I ran into him a few times when I was in Tarn, and more recently fought him in Polyhex. My eyes went red during that fight. But I don't think he noticed.
But I still can't help but think, I've got a bad feeling about this.
"RedGun", he forces a smile as he says my name, but the way he says it would make you think it had a bad taste to it, "Long time no see."
"Not long enough."
Some might say we were slagged, and it couldn't get any worse. And you know what? They woulda' jinxed it, 'cause worse it got. They found out who my sparkmate was...
FLASHBACK END
I ducked into a building.
I listened...Nothing.
I vented in relief. I'd lost them.
I began to make my way to the place where my sparkmate had been hiding for the past megacycle.
It took me half a groon to reach the old factory barracks. Normally it wouldn't take that long, but I wanted to be sure no one was following me.
I walked into the dark building, the only light was from a caved in hole in the ceiling near the entryway. I made my way down the aile of bunks to the end.
The last bottom bunk to the left was occupied by the most beutiful creature in the whole universe. She was recharging on her left side. Holding a tiny sparkling wrapped in blankets.
The sparkling's faceplates are an almost white silver. In contrast, his armour is black as the night sky. When the light hits it at the right angle it becomes a dark blue.
I smle as I tuck the blanket around Onyxblade's fluttering wing nubs.
The action causes my mate to stir. She onlines her optics and smiles at me. I smile back sadly.
She frowns, "What's wrong?"
I explained what had happened with Starscream. I told her how Jazz, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker had reacted to the disconvery of our relationship.
Her frown deepened. She stood up, handed a still sleeping Onyxblade, and stalked halfway down the aile. She then proceeded to transform a worn out bunk into scrap metal. All the while yelling about the she'd do to the Autobot's the next time she saw them.
Just as she started to rage about the situation with Tailgate, the only other bot to know about us(and didn't seem to care) decided to walk in.
"I see your redecorating", says Wheeljack, ducking a flying peice of scrap.
"You hear about what happened?", I asked my brother.
"Yeah, I did. Why didn't you tell me you were bonded to a psychopath? And when did you start workin' for the 'Cons?"
He smirks as I glare at him. He knows about my temper, and takes every oppertunity to push my buttons, "This isn't a joke, 'Jackie!"
My mate leans against a bunk that's still standing and held her helm in her servos, "This is Tailgate all over again."
Wheeljack and I look each other in the optics. He gives a barley noticible nod.
A few decacycles ago, I asked 'Jackie to build an escape pod for my mate and Onyxblade. He finished it four cycles ago. The only problem was, only they could fit inside the pod. and knowing my mate, I'll have to trick her into leaving me behind.
"Come on, Nid", I say using her nickname, "We gotta get out of here", I turn to 'Jackie, "The pod ready for lift-off?"
"Yeah...", he says slowly, like there's something on his mind. But instead he pulls out three pairs of wrist braces, "These might come in handy", he hands two pairs to me, and one pair to 'Nid.
"What are these?", she asks putting them on.
"Shape Modifiers. They'll allow you to become any planet's dominate species. Even organic ones as long as they're bipeds."
I put the braces on myself and 'Nyx, waking him up in the proccess, "how do we work them?", I ask.
'Jackie starts to lead us to the pod on the roof of the next building over as he explains, "Just cross the bands and speak into the side. Its then set only to your voice print", he glances back at me, "You'll have to do Little Blade's for him 'til he's old enough."
My optics narrowed in suspicion. Why would he look at me when he said that? And why's 'Nid lookin' at me like that?
We arrive at the pod now. Ready to handle any world the galaxy can throw at us. But only two of us will be leaving in the pod.
Still holding Onyxblade, I step into the pod to give it a quick check- When the door shuts.
My helm whips around to look out the small porthole in the door to see 'Nid lock the door. Somehow this activates the launch sequence.
With me and 'Nyx inside.
"I'm sorry RedGun", She says, pink coolant pooling in her optics, "Wheeljack told me about the limited space problem. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. Take care of Onyxblade."
She places her servo on the glass. Onyxblade does the same, mirroring the action.
I can't belive my adios. She's sacrificing herself for-Wait a klick, "'Jackie! You rigged the pod!"
"Sar'y, Red. You know how she is when her family is in danger. She woulda' scrapped my helm if anything happened to ya."
The pod's booster rockets ignite. We-we're taking off!
No, no, no! I can't leave her behind!
"'Nid!", I yell, "I love you!"
"I love you more!", she yells as we rise into the atmosphere.
That's the last thing I hear when we leave orbit. Then the stasis systems kick in.
"I love you most."
Then everything goes black.
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Six and a Half Megacycles Later
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"...And this glyph means 'wings'."
The younglings nodded their helms and wrote it down in their notes.
I am currently teaching a small group of human younglings how to read Cybertronian under the big tree in the local playground. A couple of them had overheard me talking to myself in my mother tongue and wanted to know what I was saying.
So, with permission from the orphanage caretaker-yes, some of the kids are orphans-I had begun teaching them Cybertronian. Praxian to be exact, that's the dialect I grew up with.
Normally I wouldn't have done such a dangerous thing. What if the Decepticons or Autobots came to Earth and heard humans speaking Praxian?
I have thought about that. But I believe the risk is worth it. To teach Onyxblade his mother tongue. I watch as an onyx haired little mech struggles to copy the glyph on my paper. He's only seven Earth years old...
When 'Nyx and I first landed on Earth, I couldn't speak their language. And when I used the Shape Modifiers to make us Human, I did not realize the importace they put into cloth coverings.
The locals must have thought I was a deranged mech with a stolen sparkling. With the language barrier, I was unable to explain the situation.
They took 'Nyx away from me, and I was placed in an insane asylum. In the four decacycles I spent there, I learned the Human dialect of my current location. As well as other useful information that could aid me in blending in with 'Americans'. A strange culture indeed.
Finally, I left the the Human's mental hospital useing my true form to literally walk away from a group therapy session. When I think about it, it was rather amusing to see their reactions. I believe many of the orderlys will require counsling.
FLASHBACK
I sat down in my asigned chair. The chairs were placed on the grass in a circle around Dr. Elliot, our counseler for the day.
I hate these sessions, I thought.
All they ever did was talk and talk and talk. How was your day? What have you done this week? Why do you talk to cars?
Maybe no one would notice if I just ignored them and worked on the Shape Modifier braces. They had been damaged in the crash. Of course, I had turned into a human first. Non the less, I had found a fork with a noticably flat prong. I used that to pry open a small curved panel to get at the circuits underne-
"Dr. Elliot! Rojo is eating his braclet!"
I pause long enough to give the idiot standing up and pointing at me from the circle a quick glare before returning to the task of replacing a wire to it's proper place.
I heared Dr. Elliot sigh, clearly annoyed with the caucasian brunette, "Mr. Gthorndall, please sit down", Mr. Gthorndall did as he was told after giving an exagerated bow, "What are you doing with that fork, Mr. Red?"
I finished with the wire and heard a satisfieing click. With a small smile I replaced the panel.
Finally! Now to acti-
"Mr. Red?"
I considered my options and decided to answer him with the truth. They already thought I was crazy.
"I was repairing my Shape Modifiers, Dr. Elliot."
"The ones that will allow you to turn into a robot?", he humored me, not believeing a word of it.
"Autonomous Robotic Organism actually. Or Autobot, if you prefer...Mm, actually I'm neutral now. It's because of the Autobots I'm even here in the first place."
"Mr. Red, what did we discuss about robots?"
"They are not living beings, so it is impossible for me to be one. And I whole sparkedly agree."
"That's good, now-"
"But I never said I was one. I am a robotic organism, an autonomous one at that, not a robot", I stood up, "There's a difference."
Dr. Elliot discreatly waved the orderly, Suggs, over just in case I didn't coroperate. I snorted. As if he could've done anything once I was sixteen feet tall.
"I'm sure there is. Sit down and tell me about it", Dr. Elliot gently ordered.
I smirked, "Why don't I just show you."
I crossed the braces and gave the command to return me to my natural form. Everyone but Mr. Gthorndall ran for cover.
My armour, as suggested by my name, is a bright red. My faceplates, like the rest of my protoform, are a pale silver. I have two sets of doorwings on my back. One set is smaller and lower down than the other. The bigger set is detachable, and able to shift into a Gatling Gun. Also red. And I have a tire in each of my elbow and knee joints.
I kneeled down to get closer to Mr. Gthorndall's level.
"To be honest, I prefer the name Rojo, to Red."
The look on his face...
FLASHBACK END
I smirk at the memory and point to another glyph on the notebook I use to teach these little lessons, "This means 'ped'-I mean 'foot', but it's pronounced 'pede'."
Right after I left the asylum I scanned a vehicle and created a holoform that looks exactly like my human form. The vehicle I scanned was a 2013 four door Ford pickup truck. My human form is average height, well built, appearing to be in my early thirties. I have red hair and pale skin. I normally wear a red shirt and tan slacks. I've created false records for myself, going by the name Rojo Darby.
I travelled across the state of Nevada-that's where we landed-searching for Onyxblade. It took four and a half decacycles, but I finally found him. In a small orphanage in Jasper.
They call him Jackson. For a Human name, its nice. Could be worse.
Anyway, here I am. Teaching human younglings how to read Cybertronian. I'm also the landscaper. I take care of the grass, plant the flowers, and trim the trees. Or at least I will, this is my first month on the job. Not much to do yet.
Life is good. Things are looking up. All that's missing...
Onyxblade knowing who/what he is...
And my Sparkmate...
Airachnid.