Chapter 1: Welcome to Al-Jabr
Wrote this Fanfic as a tribute to the Decepticon fembots out there, don't think they get enough screen time.
Ultimately this fanfic aims to show the War itself and how battles go. Lyzack will be the focus along with Slipstream.
As for continuity: Think of this as G1 IDW/Cartoon with aspects of many other canons thrown in.
I don't own anything.
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The transport shuttle had come out of light-speed, and now cruised along the planet Remar. Lyzack looked out the window, at the planet, so many untapped resources present. The space station Al-Jabr was coming into view, and the autopilot's monotone voice came on over the speakers, informing her that they would arrive in Fifteen Minutes. Al-Jabr orbited a large brown planet called Decaboid.
Lyzack took another look around the shuttle, it was mostly used for cargo, and several metal crates lined the back. They all contained weapons, generic servos and other parts for repair, as well as a few commicubes.
Lyzack gathered her possessions, an energon blade/ rifle combination, and a commucube she had customized for herself, containing pictures of her old life, and some recorded memories she liked to watch. She separated the blade and rifle and stored them on her wings. She stored the cube in a compartment on her side and waited for the ship to dock.
Al-Jabr was a large station, it was a long metal rod with three rings around it, the largest had several levels, and 5 different docks for ships, the two smaller ones were located above and below the large ring and were mostly for observation. A sixth dock met a twilight elevator on the planet, located on a heavily guarded mine. The Locals and Autobot group would frequently attack it, which necessitated the command center.
The Ship docked, and depressurized, a helper drone moved in and began unloading. Lyzack helped the diminutive droid, as two diagnostic drones came in and began unloading the contents in the boxes.
Lyzack walked up to the dock manager, Octane, and asked "Excuse me, I've just been assigned, where am I to report to?"
Octane turned around and looked her over, "Report to Commander Strika, she'll give you a directive and show you your quarters."
Lyzack thanked him and was off, one Diagnostic Drone assigned to show her to the General.
"How odd, that the commander herself seems to introduce the new recruits," she thought.
She followed the Diagnostic drone, which pulled a data pad from a slot in the wall and handed it to her. As she followed it, she looked at all the personal, matching names to the ones she passed. In addition to Octane, she passed Deluge, a scientist, and one of the interrogators, an eight-legged fembot named Airachnid, the two bots nearby, Ruckus and Hydrahead, steered clear of her, and the diagnostic drone even seemed to move away.
Airachnid looked her over, and Lyzack shivered slightly, her file listed her as a torture technician.
She had arrived at Strika's quarters. The drone departed leaving her in front of the impressive door.
Lyzack knocked once
"Come in." Boomed a voice from inside.
Lyzack pushed a button and the door slid open. Inside was a large office like room. A reinforced blast window looked out onto the planet, and a desk, large enough for the room's occupant, sat in front of it. The walls were covered in holographic awards or honors that General Strika had achieved in her life, as well as pictures of other high ranking officers.
Strika was behind the desk, a large data pad on it. Strika was a large-bot, larger than all the other fembots that Lyzack had met. She was slightly shorter than Deathsaurus, but she was definitely broader.
Strika's optics bore into Lyzack, who began to really feel her diminutive height more than usual.
"You are from Deathsaurus's unit correct?" Strika asked.
"Yes, ma-am, Commander, I mean," Lyzack said, mentally cursing herself for breach in protocol.
Strika paid it no comment to the formalities, "I've been informed you were a servant of Deathsaurus," Strika stated.
"Yes, commander," Lyzack said.
"We have no use for servants here, only warriors," Strika said, glaring at her.
"Yes commander, I've been into combat," Lyzack stated, remembering the few battles she was in.
"Your Bio informs me of certain bladed training," Strika said, "You will be assigned to patrol E, you're room is on Deck 6 room 4, with Windsweeper, you are to report for duty on your assigned day."
Strika wrote a code down on her data pad which Lyzack scanned, several schedules beamed into her processor, and she was aware of her patrol schedule, which would star three days from then.
"Dismissed," Strika said.
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Notes: Octane: Henkei body, Lyzack wings of Honor Body, and Strika is in her Machine Wars Body. Diagnostic Drones look as they do in Beast Machines.