A/N
(Update: Now includes a little bit of insight into how the main characters actually meet.)
I hope this second revision will help pull more people into this story. I might make a third revision in the future.
Chapter 1
Prologue
Aimi climbs into the truck as soon as she sees it. All she knows is she has to get away from the government agents who have stormed into town.
This is Texas. One used to be able to trust the authorities, but now, any time someone with a badge shows up, you do your best to not appear at all.
Aimi's not from around here. She moved from Japan to the United States seven years ago with her parents and brother. That was only shortly before the whole "aliens" thing started, and she learned not to trust the authorities sent by the government.
Decepticon hunting began about a year ago and now it seems anyone who comes to this place with a badge destroys everything in the hunt. Of course, there is a good reason for them returning every few weeks. There were rumors shortly before the first raid, which Aimi doesn't doubt were responsible for the government's interest.
The rumor was that the leader of the Decepticons managed to escape from the last hunt's battle, but not without a mortal wound. People began to say he fled to here and was hiding somewhere, possibly in plain sight.
Aimi thought they were being ridiculous, and then idiotic when the agents showed up demanding an evacuation. She hid instead, in the aforementioned truck that, for whatever reason, is being stored in the back of a run-down theater.
Her family left without her, and she couldn't find it in herself to care when they never came back.
Naturally, she took it upon herself to find a new home, and so she found she liked this old truck. After seeing that no one was ever around, she decided to live in it. It wasn't like she was sleeping on the floor: it did have a cab, albeit a small one, and it wasn't hard to find a blanket for the bed.
It's her safe place, which is why she's hiding in it now, the doors locked as long as the agents are in the building.
As far as she can hear, they seem to be taking an Energon detector to everything on the floor, and she tenses reflexively as the steady beeping gradually gets closer.
A sudden bang on one of the doors makes her jump, and the detector becomes louder and then quieter as they walk around the truck.
"Let's go. There's nothing here."
Yes, she thinks. Go far, far away.
The detector is shut off and she listens to their voices get quieter as they walk out. She waits in silence for about five minutes just to make sure before coming out of the cab and sitting in the driver's seat.
"That was close," she sighs. She takes a look at the center console and pulls up the middle compartment, reaching in to pick up the can of soda she had stolen earlier. "Too close."
She moves over to the passenger seat so she can lean back and put her bare feet up on the dashboard, staring out the windshield as she opens the can and takes a drink. It isn't exactly cold anymore, but it should give her the energy she needs for a trip into town. Remembering her mission, she looks down under the dash, where one of the dents on the outside shows on the inside along with a mess of crushed metal parts.
"I really gotta get some tools."
Aimi worked on repairing the old hunk of metal for hours. She's no mechanic, but she does know how to weld broken metal back together.
And the fact that this thing is real metal and not that fake metal and fibreglass is only a curiosity to her.
Once she gets to the hood — if one could even call it that, seeing how this is a flat-nose — she glances at the engine, puts the hood down halfway, and then does a double-take on the engine. She's seen broken and busted engines before, but never one with a straight hole through it, and certainly never one constantly firing blue sparks out the center. No, she's never seen anything like this, and her curiosity gets the best of her.
Upon further examination, she can see there's something wedged in the engine, right next to what appears to be the source of the strange sparks. Something within her — intuition maybe? — urges her to take it out. Without a second thought, Aimi reaches her hand in the hole, finding it just big enough to do so, takes hold of the object, and pulls it out.
She doesn't know why, but a sense of relief comes over her once she's brought it out. She looks closer at it, scrutinizing the aerodynamic form of the object.
"What is this?"
Her mind suddenly registers it: the tapered front, the aerodynamic body, the wings on the end. Her eyes go wide, and she drops it and jumps back at the same time.
"OHMYLORD, IT'SAMISSILE."
Her first instinct is to duck behind the closet pile of junk and brace for an explosion. She could've sworn it was armed, and she dropped it.
After a minute of no explosion, she uncovers her ears and peers out from behind the junkpile. She stares at it for a moment before slowly walking out and peering at it. She jumps at the sudden pop of sparks that spray from it, and freezes.
"Well..." She pokes it once with her foot, then relaxes when nothing happens. "Thank G- OH!"
The missile suddenly lit and shot right through the gap between her feet, making her jump, literally this time. She whirls around and watches as the missile ricochets off the seats and balconies of the theater before burning out and dropping into the ground-level seats at the other end.
After a few moments of nothing more than dust falling from where the missile hit the balconies, Aimi sighs.
"I think that's enough excitement for today."
Brushing herself off, she turns back to the truck. The first thing she notices is the engine has stopped sparking. She gets closer, and her eyes go wide when she sees a blue glow start up in the engine and the pieces still intact begin moving.
"Oh, no..."
… Obstruction: Removed …
… Systems: Offline … Reboot? … affirmative … Rebooting …
…
… Systems: Activating … Systems: Active … Run Diagnostic Check? … affirmative … Diagnostic Check: Active … Running Diagnostic Check ...
… Spark Chamber: Damaged, Critical … Frame: Damaged, Minimal … Senses: Functional, Critical Damage Sustained: Right Audio … Processor: Fully Functional …
… Armor Systems: Functional … Weapon Systems: Damaged, Minimal, Ammunition: Critical Low … Critical Damage Sustained: Unable to Form Left Blade …
… Run Further Diagnostic Check? … negative … Scan Vicinity? … affirmative … Proximity Scanners: Activating …
… Scanning Proximity …
… Average Lifeform Detected …
… Activate Optical Sensors? …
… affirmative … engage ion cannon …
A/N
Welcome, all readers, to my first full-out story. If you want to know why I never put disclaimers in my stuff, here's why: A disclaimer is to say that you do not own any or, in the case of personal OCs, certain characters, etc. However, this is fan fiction. FAN fiction. Because we're FANS of the thing that we're writing about. They know we're fans of their thing, so they know FAN fiction is FAN-written and non-profit (it is illegal to sell FAN fiction), and thus their thing isn't being used commercially, so they are the only ones who own the thing. If I had permission to sell fan fiction within a certain fandom, or use said fandom for a commercial purpose, I would have to say "(fandom name), (name of something within the fandom), and all other (fandom name) elements belong to (fandom owner) and are used with permission." I wouldn't get to keep most of what money I did make, so I wouldn't really be making any profit, and it would basically be me advertising for fandom name, and in the case of use with permission, that is legal. Now please don't go and review and say "HEY YOU FORGOT TO DISCLAIM THIS." This site is called . They know I don't own anything but any of my personal OCs and any ideas, plots, and story elements that I come up with myself (or with the help of MY fans). I'm not going to get sued for not disclaiming something that clearly and obviously does not belong to me.
Chill.
Now read my story, it's entertaining and has short chapters. Oh, and it also has more Transformers than humans.
It isn't called "Transformers" for nothing.
