Right... I was sitting at home looking through all these fics, but everyone seems to have forgotten about, or just ditched my favourite characters! So I was pretty sad. SO now I'm writing this story, and I hope it's gunna be at least half-decent. PLEASE review, revies are JOY! And if you can, leave critique. Feedback makes me happy! So... Enjoy!
Energy Signature Detected. Scanning... ... ... ...
Headed to planet designation: Earth.
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Beginning descent into atmosphere...
Engines on high power.
Engaging engine coolers.
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Scanning for suitable landing space... Detected.
Landing...
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Landing successful. Flight over.
I slowly stood up scanning the area for any possible witnesses to my less than subtle landing. I did not find any suspicious behaviour or visible human life. The landscape around me was indescribably different from that of Cybertron, or any other planet I'd visited. I discovered that the place I landed in was known as the United States of America, and downloaded the language most commonly spoke here, English. Remembering Prime's words, I scanned a satellite system, the Internet, for a form of cover for me to take. I didn't want an ugly, rusting, slow piece of junk, and I wasn't big enough to form a saloon or truck so I looked at coupe cars. There were some very pretty looking machines. The human race was not so useless, I decided as I transformed into a white Peugoet SR1 and sped down the highway, only to pick up three Autobot energy signatures. I cussed. I came in a break for freedom, only to be hunted down again? Hell no. When three headlights appeared at the end of the road I bombed off back the way I came, swerving to avoid killing countless innocent flesh-bags. Not that I cared for their miserable, short lives. Oh no. I didn't want to dent my new , or coat it in squishies' bodily fluids. I still didn't understand how a faction, already pitifully small, chose to keep on fighting but not honourably, alone. Allied, with these frail, naive, useless, slimy flesh-bags. What happened to the once honourable Prime for him to make such a stupid decision?
I drove into a dark alley-way and powered down, cloaking my energy signature. I was not going to be taken prisoner. Not today. I saw the street ahead brighten under the beams of lights emitted from the Autobots and prayed they wouldn't find me. Too late however, I thought as a bulky, black mech transformed just before me.
"Gotcha, Decepticon scum."
Was this fool really so thick? Could he not tell I was a femme? The last time I checked, the Autobots frowned upon harming femmes... Maybe they changed. Maybe it is I at fault. I remained in my as two other mechs came from behind the black one, and the three very obviously had a discussion via their internal com links. The large bot with red and blue armor knelt down in front of me, and my processor nearly glitched when I realised it was Prime.
"Optimus..."
"Calm down, Ironhide. She holds no threat. She is outnumbered, and has made no advances. Femme, transform and tell us of your designation and status. Why are you here?"
Who was I to ignore a Prime? I thought as I nervously shifted up. "Designation: Notes. I am here on Earth fleeing Decepticon headquarters." I glanced at the three mechs. One was small and silver, transformed from a Pontiac Solstice. The other, Ironhide, was at least six feet taller than him and had taken the cover of a GMC Topkick. Having already stared up his cannons, I could see why many Decepticons feared his wrath in battle. Then there was Prime. Huge, about thirty feet, and oozing power.
"Fleeing?"
I cringed slightly at the memories that did not wish to be relived. "Lord Megatron wants more warriors, and wished to use me to achieve this. I did not desire such... treatment. I left with hopes to turn my back on the war and be free."
"The femme has clearly glitched, no-one can turn their back on the war now," Ironhide ranted.
"Ironhide." Prime said, in a warning tone. He turned back to me, "What of your status?"
"Minute damage from hand to hand combat. Otherwise, undamaged." What were they going to do with me? I can't be locked up again. I left to be free, not to be deprived of it by different hands. The three seemed to be conversing again. I vented in frustration. Did they wish to just keep me here? "Sir, what are you going to do with me?" Prime paused, thinking about something hard, and faced me once more.
"We are going to take you back with us to a secure facility, where you will be kept under observation until further notice. I'm afraid we cannot leave a Decepticon-"
"Former-Decepticon," I snarled. I only just got here to be taken away again.
"-amongst humans. You must choose to either join the Autobots or face execution, bearing the Decepticon insignia, but bear in mind, whilst death may be an unfortunate fate, earning the trust required to be part of our faction is a difficult, trying endeavour and you will not be accepted fully for much time to come." I stared up at Prime, with a mixture of frustration, confusion, bewilderment and sadness. Such a huge choice. "Do not make your decision now. You have time." He raised his voice, addressing all of us. "Now, transform and roll out."
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