A note to my readers: This fic may take priority over Infinite White, until I can get the confidence of writing it back again. I just feel something's happened in that fic that's ruined it, and I don't know what it is, so I'm going to start fresh until further notice.
Summary: A Techno-Organic, half human and half Transformer, tortured by her father and his army of Decepticons, in the protective hands of an Aerialbot whose brothers have not yet made planet fall, and whose comrades have fled the original Autobot base in the hopes of keeping America somewhat safer. Can these two find a way to stay together, regardless of her secret? Or is she doomed to the life of a Decepticon, and to be forced to watch the possibility of her only friend's death?
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The dark room seemed to have a chill in the air, as if someone had left the air conditioning on max and forgotten to turn it off. Or maybe that was just her. Then again, she was quite used to this temperature; she had to deal with it every time she got dragged into this gloomy laboratory. It was like a routine to her. She'd be lying in her room, two of the Seeker trine would come along (typically Skywarp and Thundercracker), she'd start kicking and screaming as she was picked up, they'd knock her out, and she'd wake up in the lab. Nothing ever changed.
Especially not the pain.
A similar routine happened today. She woke up with a gasp, her body cold and sweating. Once realizing where she was, she groaned quietly. Any louder and she'd get shouted at for not being strong enough. Any quieter and it'd be in her crowded, painful head. There was a whir as the nearby microscope transformed into the ever familiar crab-bot. The Doctor. Not to be confused with the TV character. This Doctor was a hell of a lot more mean. And made of metal. But they had one thing in common.
Neither of them were human.
"Now, you've had lots of expervience, so zis shouldn't hurt a bit." His Russian accent commented as he took hold of the syringe on the desk next to him.
"Yeah." She muttered in a disbelieving tone. It always hurt. Nothing the Doctor said would make it less painful.
"…Decepticon…" She heard the voice of her father in the background, presumably talking to one of his minions. She wasn't his daughter anyway. She didn't even have a name. She was merely a weapon, to be used as a way of infiltrating Autobot ranks and tearing them apart from the inside. She never got a choice in the matter.
With one last groan, the needle was injected into her, and an agonizing cry escaped her lips. "Daddy, STOP!"
"Silicone."
They tested many things on her. Harmful things. Things that a normal human would probably be killed by. But she was no ordinary human.
"Saline."
Her DNA was only half human. The other half was RNA. The Transformer's version of DNA, infused with elements of a human being to create the perfect disguise. When she reached a certain age, she would be able to morph from one form to another. Human one minute. Killer robot the next. The Autobots would never see it coming.
"Poison."
But she didn't want to be a weapon. She wanted to be normal, with a normal father, with his normal friends. But that could never happen. She was doomed in this life. She would never know the life of a human being. She would never know true friends. Merely 'allies', in a never ending civil war she had no wish of being a part of. All because of her father's greed and pride, and his desire to defeat his enemies.
Well, she was fed up. She was going to do something. She was going to be free. She was going to turn herself in to the Autobots so they could get an idea of what new threat they were up against. She was going to be free.
But would they trust her? For all they knew, she could be a Decepticon in disguise, trying to infiltrate their ranks and gain their trust. Then again, the torture she had gone through for so many years might just make her burst into tears right in front of them. Would that get their trust?
It would have to. She wasn't staying another minute in this prison.
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It was late at night. Starscream must've decided he couldn't be bothered with guarding her room because there was no response when she knocked on her door. Carefully, she turned the handle, and opened the door quietly. She poked her head around the door, looking back and forth dozens of times to make sure the way was safe, before she slipped out into the darkness of the corridors.
As she slipped by the door to the control room, and her father's ginormous throne, she heard the voices of two very recognizable Decepticons. One was the commanding voice of her father. The other was the not-so-pitiful voice of Starscream.
"She's a mess, my lord." Starscream hissed quietly, as if he knew she was there. Did he? "What can she do that we can't?"
Her father turned and slammed his foot into the Air Commander, causing him to be sent flying backwards into a wall. She stepped back quickly, into the shadows not marked by the dim light of the room.
"She can infiltrate the Autobot ranks without being subjected to suspicion!" He growled. "Something you and your precious trine would fail to do!"
Not wanting to listen anymore, she moved past the door and carried on down the hallway in the hopes of finding the exit. She knew this base inside and out, luckily, so the large doors of the base entrance weren't that hard to find. If only she could make it without being spotted…
"Alert! Techno-Organic has escaped! Unacceptable! Track down at once!"
The monotone voice of Soundwave filled the speakers. Now every single Decepticon on base would be out looking for her! With her inhuman strength, she heaved the doors open, and sprang forward, her bare feet becoming wet on the grass. There was the sound of jet engines being fired up as the base alarm went off. Would she make it?
She sprinted as fast as she could, which was a lot faster than the average human being. But she knew perfectly well that she was no ordinary human. Her legs carried her into a nearby forest. The Seekers would not be able to track her here. Unless they used her heat signature… Don't be so negative! She hissed as herself. She'd escape. She'd be free. She would.
She must've been running for a very long time and not realized it. She tripped, and instead of being greeted by grass, she was greeted by concrete. Luckily, she had nanobot repairing systems, like most of the Transformers, which healed the cut she received on her chin. Her eyes flickered upwards as she surveyed her surroundings. It looked like an abandoned airport. Of some sort, anyway. She immediately spotted a jet, positioned just outside of the abandoned building that seemed extremely worse for wear. Though said jet seemed to be entirely spotless. Maybe somebody still came here? She didn't know. But she had to hide somewhere.
She got to her feet and sprinted towards it. Once she was close enough, she stopped and paused to take in the majestic machine. From what her advanced vision could tell, it was a brilliant, scratchless, good-as-new black, with a double stripe (one stripe red, one stripe white) going across both wings and being cut off by the body. An F-15 Eagle, she soon found out. It would have to do, since she didn't want to risk getting squished by a loose part brick if she went inside the building.
Quietly, she climbed onto the wing of the F-15, and dug her fingers underneath the cockpit, prying it open gently. She slipped in and closed it after her. For a few moments she studied the complex controls of the jet. Would she be able to fly such a thing?
She quickly realized she was extremely tired from running what felt like a good few miles. She would have to work out how she would fly the jet in the morning. Her legs curled into her chest as she moved onto her side, trying to fit into the seat. Her eyes slowly slid shut.
Had she noticed the symbol just below the double stripe on both wings, perhaps she wouldn't sleep so peacefully.