Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.


Melry Lennox belongs to Erailea Evenstar. She has given me permission to use her in my story. I put myself in the story, the character Sophia Stojanov is in fact me.


Author's note:I know that a lot of people have done a lot of fics where a Trans-Fan gets sucked in the fandom, but my story is way different. I hope you enjoy it.


Abduction

Chapter 1

Airport

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The warm weather made everything hot in the car; stifling, really. My window is rolled down halfway, hoping the warm air would cool me some if it's blowing into my face, but with no real breeze outside, everything just felt muggy. I sigh softly, and push the button on the door panel to roll up the window. I'm excited and thrilled for this trip I'm going on. It would be only me and my dear best friend, Melry Lennox. I had thought of it and, after looking up the city to which we were going to, told Melry about it. She'd said it would be fun and I told my mother about it, that it'd be just Melry and me going to Chicago for a few days. She'd asked how I was going to get there, so I'd simply told her we were going to fly there in an airplane instead.

And so after a few talks, a long wait, a discussion of safety from my mother, here we are driving to McCarran International Airport in my mom's white Lexus ES 300. My mom, she always worries about me and spoils me. But I still treat her with respect, even though I am lazy. I smile at that, but it fades slightly as I notice that I've been staring at the back of the headrest in front of me. I turn my head to the left, looking at Melry sitting there with her head laying against the door panel and window. From my view point I can't really tell if it's both or only one of them.

I continue to look at her, noticing that her eyes are closed, her long dark brown hair falling down her back and into her face. She's tired, just as I am. I'd debated getting a drink for the both of us, but decided against it. We'd get drinks on the airplane enroute to Chicago.

I'm not being rude to her; I'm never rude to anyone, especially not to my best friend. I'd most likely drink it all before realizing it too late. A stomach full of Coke doesn't suit well, especially when the airplane's gonna take off, given the unpleasant nauseating when it happens. So no Coke until we get on the plane and it's safely in the air. Mel had known me long enough to know about what loads of caffeine could do to me before getting on a ride or an airplane.

I turn my attention back to her; she still hadn't moved or even opened her eyes. She's a very pretty girl and very sweet just like I am. The only bad thing that happened to her was the death of her parents. Nearly three years ago, in the summer of 2009, a tornado had crushed through her hometown, almost wiping it off the map. Mel survived, but her parents…..died. The town's almost rebuilt now, like nothing even happened. But it'd never be the same for us. Mel now lives with her aunt and uncle in Washington. She likes it up there.

I look away from her and look out the windshield, out at the Strip – the Las Vegas skyline. I shouldn't really be calling it a "skyline", to me skylines were made of many tall skyscrapers, not tall hotel-casinos. Los Angeles, Chicago, New York City, and Miami have great skylines – the more skyscrapers, the better. If the Las Vegas Strip was made of skyscrapers instead of lousy hotel-casinos then I'd like the city a bit more.

With the airport still several miles away and with Mel still uh, sleeping, I have nothing to do. Only think and it's tiring me out, even though I am already tired. Melry was only coming here to see me when I came up with the idea of going to Chicago together, now she has to go to another airport and ride another plane. Only I'd be with her this time. She was already tired from the trip here and I'd just worn her out even more. I feel guilty about it, sometimes I don't think much.

I look down at my hands laying in my lap. The seatbelt fasten around me. My fair skin, and my white shirt with G1 Optimus Prime on it. My Autobot necklace hanging around my neck. I smile at it. I'm a big fan of Transformers. I was introduced to it from watching the 'Unicron Trilogy' – Transformers Armada, Energon, and Cybertron. It just got better every time then. But now as I look back on it, it isn't as great as it was back then. The movies by Michael Bay are better, superior, to the Unicron Trilogy. It seemed to pale in comparison to Bay's Transformers Trilogy.

I think I remember seeing a little bit of Beast Wars/Beast Machines, but I was very little back then. It might not have even been Beast Machines or Beast Wars, just a show I was confusing with Transformers. Still, there's a chance but I may never know for sure.

I mentally sigh. Tired of thinking. I hate the heat! I can't stand it! Heck, I can't even stand myself when it's this hot! Times that by the fact that I'm already very tired to begin with!

I don't need to remind my mom of that; it's just a short drive to the airport. She's handling it okay. But I'm not her.

"Mom?" I call to her softly, not wanting to wake Melry.

"Igen, Sophia?"

"How much longer to the airport? How far is it away?" I don't know why I said that extra part for; I just thought it was necessary.

"Csak néhány mérföldnyire, Sophie."

"Okay, Mom." I don't let her know that I'm disappointed to hear that. Just a few miles, Sophia. You can handle this a little longer. Ahead I se an airplane taking off, flying into the sky, out of my sight.

The airport is near.

My mom took a ramp heading down to a different stretch of freeway. We then headed into a tunnel with numerous lights placed at regular intervals. The tunnel continued along with a strange roaring sound heard faintly. Must be the airplanes overhead, I thought.

The tunnel end and sunlight shines on the car again. My mom turns the car onto another ramp, heading toward the airport and the airport's parking garage. She then heads into the parking garage; the instant shade seemed to calm me. I'm out of the sun but not from the dreaded heat!

As my mom search for a parking spot, I turn my attention to Melry again. She's still asleep; I debated on whether I should wake her now but I'll wait till my mom finds a parking spot first. From outside Mel's window, I notice from the angle that we're heading up a ramp, up to the next level. Hm, the airport's probably busy. Nice going, Sophia, I think to myself. You decide to go to Chicago on an airplane right when the airport is at its busiest! I really need to think more on things, and not wait till the last minute to realize it.

The Lexus stopped.

I look around, seeing two cars on either side of us. Seems Mom did find a spot in shorter time than I thought.

"Mel", I shake her shoulder gently as I spoke her name. "Mel, wake up."

"Hmmmm?" she murmured, opening her eyes, still obviously tired.

"We're here, Mel. We're at the airport. Remember our trip to Chicago? Come on; let's get out of the car." I open the door, and climb out, while Mel did the same on her side. My mom already has the trunk open where my stuff was along with Melry's.

"Here, Mom, I got it." I pull out my shoulder bag and pull it over my head, to rest on my shoulder. I grab Mel's backpack and her suitcase for her. I hand her backpack to her and she put it on while I pull out my suitcase, setting it on the ground, and pull out its handle. I shut the trunk, slamming it a bit hard. The Lexus's lights flashed at the same time the locks clicked, meaning the car is locked. My mom started walking away, heading into the direction of the elevators – Mel and I follow her.

The airport parking garage (to me) was strange. Or rather outside the airport is. The only sound I hear is the wheel of our suitcases rolling, cars driving around in the garage and outside below at the passenger pick-up area, and the distant sound of the engines of the many airplanes taking off and landing.

I stop next to my mom and wait for the elevator to arrive. We all stand waiting. Finally, the arrow pointing down went out, and the elevator doors open. We went in; a voice saying "Going down." is heard from overhead. After a few seconds, the doors closed and down we go. When it stopped, the doors opened, revealing a few people who were waiting for it to come down before us. My mom, Melry, and I walk out of the elevator – the people crowd into the little elevator. I faintly hear the voice saying "Going up".

We head toward the street (the passenger pick-up as they call it). It was always full with cars with very urgent drivers and rude taxi drivers. We stop at the crosswalk and waited for the cross guard to stop the traffic and allow us to cross. Around us, people were gathering, also wanting to cross the road. Finally, the traffic came to a halt and the cross guard came across the crosswalk toward us, holding a miniature Stop sign. We walk onto the street along with the cross guard to the other side. Once there, we head inside the airport.

Once inside we, of course, have to check in first. There's a little bit of a line to check in. We head to the back of the line, and wait for our turn. Then I remember something. I lift the large flap of my shoulder bag, which has a picture of Lightning McQueen and Mater on it, unzip my bag, and dig around. I spot my 3DS and leave it alone; I instead pull out my passport along with Melry's.

"Here, Mel, we'll need these ahead," I tell her, handing her her passport.

"Thanks, Sophie." She smiles as she took her passport.

Well with that out of the way, I could finally think again without the annoyance of the dreaded heat outside. If the Autobots were to see me complaining about something as simple as heat they'd laugh for sure.

The Autobots – man they have such awesome, sleek sexy hot alternate forms. Ironhide, Sideswipe, Bumblebee, and Arcee (just to name a few). Soundwave also so has a nice sexy car mode – a Mercedes Benz SLS AMG. And Arcee, her three components each are a different type of motorcycle, but are all cool. The reddish-pink one turns into a Ducati 840, the blue one turns into a Suzuki B-King, and the purple one turns into a MV Agusta F4. With Cybertonian symbols on their sides.

Of all of them, my favorite is the Ducati 840. But the motorcycle I like more than the Ducati is the Aprilia RS 125, just like the one Megan Fox/Mikaela Banes was seem riding in Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen three times. I really wish I could have an Aprilia RS 125; it's a really hot bike.

Still, I don't know how people keep confusing the Ducati that one of Acree's components uses and the Aprilia that Mikaela rides to Sam's. The Aprilia has rearview mirrors; the Arcee Ducati doesn't have rearview mirrors. And I have one question: If that were to be Arcee, how'd she get all the way to Tranquility, Nevada from Diego Garcia so fast?

"Sophia?"

I snap out of my reverie, and looked at Melry. She looks surprised and worried at the same time. The line had moved up decently, and I'm still standing in the same spot. I look behind me, expecting to see people looking very annoyed at me. To my surprise, there's no one there. Huh, I was sure there'd be a long line there, the first few people annoyed at me for standing here a like a dope lost in thought.

"I'm fine, Mel. Just thinking of Transformers and motorcycles. You know how I am about them."

"Yeah, I know. We're both obsessed fans of the franchise." She smiles.

I look up seeing my mom way up front. I gently grab Mel's wrist and run to the front where my mom is standing. "Sorry, Mom, I was daydreaming again. I'm sorry."

"Next, please," the lady behind the counter called out.

We walk over to her; Mel and I hand the lady our passports. She takes them and types some things into the computer.

We wait.

After a few minutes, she hands our passports back along with our airline tickets.

"Have a good day. Next!" she called out as we walk away. I'm flabbergasted to see more people that were behind us, who weren't there before. Did the lady really take so long for those people to come?

I shrug the thought off and look at my ticket, wanting to know which gate our airplane will be at, Gate 73. I look at a sign hanging from the ceiling, listing all the flights in the airport. I look for an airline that had its destination as Chicago. There are a few. I spot one of them near the top of the list: American Airlines, from Las Vegas – Destination Chicago – Gate 73.

"The Gate is upstairs," I tell my mom and Melry as I head toward an escalator going up. I know they're following me; I step onto the escalator, and blankly stare out at the steps in front of me. At the top, I walk off and look around; trying to find Gate 73, but all I could see was the dreaded Airport Security. I grumbled and at the same time felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.

I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder, I look at who it was – it's just Mel.

"Everything okay, Sophia?" She sounds concerned a little.

"I'm okay, I just hate airport security," I mumble.

"No one does, it's just for our protection."

I nod and we head toward the security, and again stood in line. My mom joins us.

This time I didn't let my mind wander into 'La-La Land'. Not with that sinking feeling in my stomach – I'm nervous about Security, as always. Another thing is that this line was short and moving steadily. I try to relax and put on a blank or neutral expression on my face as it nears our turn. It would come…eventually.

Eventually came soon enough. Too soon for my comfort. My hands went to my belt (which had an Autobot symbol on the buckle), unfastened it, and slid it out of the belt loops of my very tight skinny jeans and put it in a bin. I pick up the bin and put it on the little table. I take off my black, silver, and hot pink Fila DLS Ventura sneakers and put them in the bin with my belt in it. I take off my shoulder bag and put it on the table. I then help Mel with her backpack and put it in a bin for her.

I push the bin with my shoes and belt onto the conveyor belt to make more room for our suitcases. Mel and I both lift ours onto the conveyor belt as my shoulder bag and Mel's backpack were "scanned" or "x-rayed".

With me now shoeless (with socks on my feet) and beltless, I step up to the metal detector. I glance at the security guard on the other side, waiting for him to "okay" for me to go through.

"Okay, come through," he waves his hand a little for me to walk through.

I hold my breath, and step toward him, hoping it wouldn't beep. I'm lucky, it didn't. I feel the sinking pit in my stomach evaporate right then. I walk to where our suitcases are, along with the bins containing our stuff.

I grab my shoes and slide them on. I get my belt on as well.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

The soft voice surprised me a little.

"Well, I still get nervous before and all." What the heck am I saying? I tend to stutter sometimes, especially when I'm nervous.

I grab my Cars shoulder bag; put it over my head, letting it rest on my right shoulder again. I pick up my suitcase; pull out the handle again so it'll roll behind me.

I was going to help Mel with her stuff, but before I could turn around to help, I noticed she already had her things ready.

My mom came over just then. "Hol van 73 kapu?" she asked.

"I don't know, Mom. It's around here somewhere." I look around.

"Követjük a jelek, hogy megmondjuk, hol van."

I looked at my mom. Of course we follow the lousy signs! Why else would they put them there?

A voice spoke over loud hidden speakers just then. I ignore it, it's not for us. Our flight number isn't what the voice spoke of.

I find a sign pointing to various Gates. I look at the list for the 70's section. I find it pretty quickly.

"This way," I announce, as I head in the direction the sign pointed to. There are various stores along the side of the pathway I was on. Outside to the left, I could see several airplanes already at Gates either loading or unloading or preparing for its next journey.

After a few minutes, I realize we are heading away from the main Gates and the central part of the airport. I'm sure this is the correct way the sign pointed to. Then I notice something up ahead. Oh, I've been to this part before. We're going on a tram to our Gate. I remembered going on the tram from when I first went on an airplane and went to Vancouver, Canada for the first time. I saw my dad there. He lives there in Burnaby, B.C. My mom's going there to see him tomorrow, after Mel and I arrive in Chicago safely.

I stop where I am, letting Mel and my mom catch up. When they do, we head down the steps to where the tram is. We then walk over to where other people are standing, obviously waiting for the tram too, and wait with them.

I stand still, trying to let my mind wander, but I couldn't. It's too noisy here for me to concentrate on anything. Even Transformers.

A whistling, screeching-like noise is heard and it continues. I look in the direction its coming from. Is it the…? I guessed right; sure enough the tram came this way, screeching to a halt in front of us. The doors opened with a hissing sound. People walked out of the tram, while we went in to take their places.

The tram filled quickly, all the seats were taken. I sighed, and grabbed hold of a pole. Mel was suddenly next to me.

"Are you gonna keep appearing out of nowhere just to scare me?" I ask with a smile. She looks at me, a confused look on her face.

"You don't pay attention, do you? Were you thinking of Transformers again?" she teases me. "Maybe Ironhide will come meet you in Chicago, and ask you to be his sparkmate!"

"Mel!"

She giggled. I smile in spite of myself. She knows I love Ironhide. He's the Weapons Specialist of the Autobots and the cutest one. He has such intense blue eyes; I wish my own eyes were like his. People always say, along with my mom, that I look good in blue, and with Ironhide's intense blue eye color, I'd look pretty for a change.

My eyes narrow, I pretend to look closely at a distant object or an airplane. People always tell me that I'm very beautiful, but I never believe them. Hmmm, oh well.

It suddenly goes dark, expect for the lights in the tram. I blinked, and looked out the many windows, seeing stone walls everywhere. Oh, we're in a tunnel or the tram should stop soon. The tram slows and stopped completely. The doors opened and we all headed out, while others went onto the tram.

We head up the stairs, and onto carpeted ground. I look straight ahead, seeing Gate 73 in the distance. Almost there, I thought. We walk to the Gate ignoring everything else. The only thing in our sight is Gate 73. We soon stop and take a seat, setting my shoulder bag on the floor beside my suitcase. Finally, I can be alone in my thoughts. I close my eyes.

"Sophie, we still have about 15 or 20 minutes till we board the plane. Or rather when the plane actually departures."

My eyes shot open, my smile fades, and I look at Mel.

"You sure know how to ruin a good moment, don't you Mel? Do you want to walk around a bit?"

"Sure."

"Mom," I turn to my mother. "We're gonna walk around a bit, okay?"

She nods and puts something in my hand. It's a card. My eyes widened. It's a $500 Visa gift card.

"Uh, th-thank you, Mom," I stutter. Ah shoot me! I stuttered again!

I turn and head away. Mel follows me.

"My mother really spoils me a lot. She gave me a $500 Visa gift card," I mumble, putting the card in my pocket.

"Yeah, she does. Come on, I need to use the bathroom."

That surprised me. Didn't she go before we left my house? Then I remembered that I didn't use the toilet either. My mom was getting annoyed with us and made us hurry. And in that we….oh, the pressure in my bladder is gonna explode! My bladder and kidneys are practically swimming!

"Kay, kay. Let's go find a restroom."

I looked around for a sign that labeled for a restroom. Luckily, I found one and it's not even that far away! I ran toward it along with Mel, and getting strange looks from the other people around us.

We hear the restroom, slow to a walking pace, and walked in the women's one. We turn a corner, a row of sinks and mirrors lined a wall, the stalls are on the other side of them, and against one wall adjacent to the sinks and mirrors is a diaper changing…thing. I don't know what it's called but it's the least of my concerns right now. First things first, I head into the first open, unoccupied stall, close the door, locking it so no one will open it. (If people are that stupid to do so.)

When I'm done, I leave the stall, head to the sinks, I turn one of them on, wetting my hands under the water, getting soap on them from a near-by soap dispenser, lather for a bit, then rinse off my hands. The water cut off, and I grab a paper towel, drying off my hands. I threw the paper towel wad in the trash and look at myself in the mirror.

My lips are pretty, I guess, I don't know the term for it but I think they would be called "full lips". My bottom lip curled a bit on its own and it's bigger than my top one. The top tip is not too small and not too plump like a fish's. It's just right.

My eyes are dark brown, the same color as my hair (which is in fact a unique shade of dark brown). My hair is straightened, and after looking closely at it, it's just past my shoulders. Still shoulder length. Well, at least I have hair and its growing fairly quick.

In the mirror's reflection, one of the stalls open, and out stepped a woman. It wasn't Melry. What's taking her so long? I groan inwardly.

I go to stand by the exit, so to not be in the way of the other women. I cross my arms over my chest, trying to let my mind wander again. Just when my mind was about to wander off, the voice from before spoke over the intercom. I paid attention to it, but since I don't have my airline ticket with me right now, I have no idea if the flight number was ours or not. But it saved me right then, it spoke of American Airlines and destination Chicago. If it's talking about our flight then we should be ready to board the plane in about ten minutes.

Inside the restroom, I hear the sounds of toilets flushing, stalls closing and the squeak of faucets. I hope that's Mel washing her hands at the sink, I think to myself.

Sure enough, she came out.

"You're not gonna surprise me anymore, Mel. I'm gonna be prepared now."

"Yeah, okay, Sophia." Mel can be very sarcastic when she wanted to.

"Come on, let's go back and walk around where our gate is. They announced over the intercom that we should be boarding our plane soon."

She nods, and off we went, heading back to where my mom is. I look at several of the stores around us. Many were like concession stands – selling bottled water, sodas, chips, postcards, candy bars, and magazines. Wait, magazines? I turn and head into the tiny store.

I went to the little magazine rack at the back. I look at their titles hoping to find something that'll interest me on the long five hour trip to Chicago. So far nothing interested me expect for a Women's Health magazine. I pick it up, thinking that this'll have to do then.

Before I can turn, a magazine title caught my eye. An Entertainment Weekly! I pick it up, replacing the Health magazine back where it was with the others, and I look at its price. Four dollars. I reach into my pocket and pull out some bills. Five dollars, I think. I thought I had more; did I give it to Melry or Mom? Oh, well. I'll ask later, before getting on the plane.

I walk to where the cashier is. I place the magazine on the counter; the cashier scanned the barcode and told me the price. I hand her the five dollars. She opens the cash register, and hands me one of the bills back. She got a plastic bag, put the magazine in it, put the receipt in it, and hands me the bag.

"Have a great day, miss."

"I will. Thank you," I tell her and leave the store. I glance at the bag in my hand….

"Sophia!"

I jump a bit, unprepared for that.

"Ha! I got you! Did you really think you can go in a store without telling me first?"

I look at Mel, the humor gone from her.

"I don't think you need to know where I'm at all the time, Mel."

"We're at an airport and we have to watch each other's backs, both here and in Chicago. In fact every time! As long as we've known each other." She sounds determined, confident.

I smile. "Okay, I'm sorry, Mel. But I bought a magazine to pass the time. Now let's get back to our gate, before my mom starts worrying about us."

She nods and off we go heading back to Gate 73. Then I remember something, but I'd wait till we get on the plane first to ask her. If my mom has it…..well it's hers for the taking.

I sit in a chair near Gate 73. There are noticeably a few more people around then before. I think we still have we have five minutes left before we board the plane. My mom hands me my airline ticket. I look at the flight number, noticing it's the same as the one the voice had called out before.

I look out the big windows seeing the airplane sitting there, waiting to get on its next journey.

I'm bored now. What to do? What to do? I think about if I should – should I just let my mind wander into 'La-La Land' again? Should I just think about Transformers? Or The Legend of Zelda series?

The Legend of Zelda.

I've been a fan for a very long time. The first game I remember playing of the Zelda series is A Link To The Past. After playing the game several times, along came the best one in the series (and the one I played most of all and still do): Ocarina of Time. Ocarina of Time later became the best selling game of 1998, despite its November release. It's considered one of the greatest games of all time. I smile remembering the great times of my childhood. If only I could go back in time to relive it, I would.

The voice from before sounds overhead. This time it was for us, our flight to Chicago. I look at my airline ticket as the voice talks. It's clearly ours. The people around us – around Gate 73- stand up and start to head to the doors to board the airplane.

I stand up.

"Mom, I'm gonna miss you. But you have a good time with Dad in Vancouver. Tell Dad I said 'hi' for me, okay?"

My mother nodded.

"Oh, and Mom? Do you have the rest of my money? Do you have it?"

Before my mother can answer, Mel answered instead.

"Sophia, I have it with me. Remember you gave it to me before leaving for the airport?"

Oh, yeah, I remember now.

I grab my shoulder bag, putting it over my shoulder, and grab my suitcase. I head toward the Gate, most of the people have already gotten on the plane. Mel follows me.

We stand in line again. I look over my shoulder, over at my mom. She's standing there, watching. I wave at her and she waves back.

I turn around and handed the man my ticket. He scanned the ticket's barcode and hands it back to me. I walk down into the gate, turn a corner, walk straight, and then turn another corner. Finally, the airplane's open door is in sight with two women, flight attendants, standing there. I walk up to the airplane, and carefully step in it. I wait for Mel – she's right behind me. We head down the middle pathway. I look at my airline ticket, now wanting to know which seat is ours. Surprisingly we're at the front of the plane.

"We're at the front of the plane, Mel."

She turns around and I follow her back to the front.

I pick up my suitcase, lifting it really, into those suitcase holders above the seats. I don't know what they're actually called though. Mel did the same. I want to do it myself but she insists she do it herself.

I sit in the seat that's closest to the aisle; Mel took the one next to the window. My shoulder bag and her backpack are at our feet. I couldn't relax. Not yet. Not until it takes off first. I buckle my seatbelt.

I look around, noticing the little TV screens hanging from the ceilings. That's probably where they're gonna show the safely videos. I watch them for a bit, then they suddenly glow to life and a video explaining about airplane safety starts playing.

I feel a backward motion, and I look out the window. The plane's backing up, soon it starts rolling toward the terminal and runway. The safety video continues to play, talking about 'in case of emergencies", lifejackets, oxygen masks, the exits and other stuff.

"We hope you enjoy your flight with us. Sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight."

Finally! I thought that video would never end!

The plane's heading to the runway, I could hear an airplane already taking off - it wasn't ours though. The plane stopped moving.

"Flight attendants prepare for take-off," the pilot (I assumed) announced over the plane's intercom.

A short pause, then the plane rolled forward. I hold my breath, trying to calm myself as the plane gained speed. Going faster and faster. The plane's loud engines roaring. I look at Mel and out the window, we're still on the ground. Then the earth seemed to tilt. We're soaring into the air. Out the window, I could see the Strip zoom past and vanish below us as the plane continues to gain altitude, rising higher and higher into the sky.

The plan turns a bit, and straightens out, flying swiftly. I relax a little but my ears are still ringing. I took deep breathes, slowly exhaling. My ears soon stopped ringing, and I relax once again. I smile.

We're enroute to Chicago, in five hours we'll be there.

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Please do NOT argue with me about Arcee. Or the Aprilia RS 125 that Mikaela rides in RoTF. Just go with it.