Woo! Second transformers fic. This should be better than the last, different attack strategies and whatnot. Also, this is kind of a crossover of a story universe, but not enough to make it be a crossover. Now, unto Wolf Bite!
The snow ripped through the air and settled on her shoulders; her only protection a black short sleeve, black pants, and a black trench coat. The wind, while supplying the force behind the storm, caused her unusual black hair to float on the air. When gusts were worst it would become horizontal, otherwise resting an inch away from her shoulders. A single line of white went from her roots to the tips on the right side of her hair. She was unnaturally tan for someone who lived in Greenland's unsettled wilderness, and her teeth unnaturally sharp and clean. The most striking part was her eyes; black pupils, ring of spreading dirty yellow, and more black.
"Makenna!" The girl jumped before pulling her lips back in an instinctive snarl, a strangely animalistic growl ripping from her vocal cords.
"Dang it, Max. I told you not to sneak up on me while I'm thinking!" she exclaimed as she spun around. Her black hunting boots made a circular impression in the freshly fallen snow.
Five feet away stood her younger brother, Max. His hair was also black, but strangely tufts of dark gray littered the black. His skin was lighter than his sisters and his four foot ten frame was strangely muscular. Not excessive like an adult's but to the point where he had more muscle than fat and the muscle was slightly defined. His protection was a grey blue short sleeve, jeans, and white hunting boots. Unlike his sister's, his eyes were a deep emerald-green. His teeth were also unnaturally white and sharp but his face was set in a mischievous smile.
"I know. But it's fun. Anyway, Mom told me to get you to come back. She also wants us to hunt along the way." Kenna, as her friends called her, sighed and followed her brother as he walked back to the tree line. Her six-foot frame seemed to tower over him, though it should as he was only eleven. Sure, that age was made up to protect everyone, but still, it was close to the difference between their ages.
They continued along their path until they came across tracks. They seemed to be that of a Roe Deer, and the scent only confirmed it. She looked towards her expectant little brother and nodded, indicating it was his. His smile brightened as he bent forward to go on his hands and knees, but ended up in the form of a blue gray wolf. Its deep emerald green eyes took one last look at their sister before it slunk silently through the snow, following the tracks. Kenna crossed her arms and leaned against the nearest tree, waiting for the sounds of the kill.
Not to be disappointed, the sound of cracking brush and a low growl reached her ears before the wolf reappeared, a decent sized doe in its mouth. Its lips were pulled back revealing blood stained fangs. It dropped the doe and stepped forward, morphing back into a human Max. He stared daggers at his sister as he waited for her approval, which came in the form of a small smile and nod.
"Nice job, whelp." She ruffled his hair as a playful growl rumbled from his throat.
"You're an old fae." His plan back fired as Kenna smiled, allowing her slightly-sharper-than-normal teeth to appear.
"The older the wiser." Max growled again before grabbing the doe's leg and walking off. Kenna let out a laugh and followed, the remnants of a smile on her face. Twenty minutes later they appeared in a clearing with wolves and humans everywhere. There was close to thirty all together. One group of wolves stood out to the new arrivals as they deposited their doe on the kill pile.
As they neared the wolves they both crouched. Max turned back into the blue-gray wolf while Kenna became an all black wolf with a white line down her right side. Powerful muscles rippled under her fur and her eyes shone yellow. The black of her human eyes was now lessened to her pupils and a slight ring around the edges. She was a wolf of pure brute strength mixed with speed and agility. She was next in line as the Drappa of their pack of 'Werewolves' as people called them. They called themselves Wolves.
"Maxen, Magold, congratulations on your catch," the obvious alpha male spoke. His fur was a deep black but it seemed to have a slight bluish tinge.
"Thank you, father," Kenna, or Gold as a wolf, said as she bowed her head. "It was Maxen who caught it though. I just pointed out the trail." The male, named Ryder, turned his dark green gaze upon his son, who was looking at the ground in embarrassment. Ryder's lips rose slightly in the closest form of a smile he could do in his wolf form.
"Do not be embarrassed, Maxen. Magold, go talk with your mother while I speak to your brother." Gold bowed her head and nudged her brother.
"Have fun." She then set off at a trot across the clearing towards one of the natural rock formations. It was the largest of the caves besides the den her family shared, and was the place where their healer worked. She lowered her head and snuck into the den before laying her eyes on her mothers form. Her chest rose and fell in time with her breath, and her dark gray fur was slick. Her eyes were closed but if they were open they would be a dark blue. Max's eyes got their dark tint from her.
From the back of the den walked another she-wolf. Her eyes were the more normal light brown, and her fur was a few shades darker. Her muzzle was starting to show gray, indicating her age, but you would never guess from the way she held herself or the way she worked with the speed and agility of a young wolf. Her eyes flicked from me to mother and back before she bowed her head and snuck out, taking off towards the trees.
Probably needs more herbs, Kenna thought to herself. Her eyes travelled back to the sluggish form of her mother. A sigh escaped as she slowly crept forward and pressed her muzzle into her mother's neck fur. Her dark blue eyes cracked open and landed on Kenna as she laid beside her mother. She felt a tongue flick over her ear and did her own version of a smile.
"Only this once," she said.
"You say that every time," her mother responded. Kenna chuckled.
"I know." A comfortable silence fell between the two with Kenna breaking it. "You wanted to speak with me?"
"You're going to have to train for the trials soon." Kenna leaped to her paws, her fear showing in her eyes.
"Don't think like that mother! Besides, you really think he'll accept me? I'm not of your blood or energon. I was abandoned by my parents. Probably for good reason." Kenna was pacing by the end.
"That may be so, but you're the last femme. There may be females among the human changers that can be Drappa, but you're the only femme." Kenna sighed and lowered her eyes.
"I don't like it. If the other mechs find out I'll only become a conquest." A growl escaped her mothers throat.
"I may be leaving too soon to protect you, but your father will. And your brother. And you better not allow them to get you."
"You know I won't mother." Her mother nodded before lowering her head onto her paws.
"I do. Now, I don't know much about what your trials will be but from what I can decipher you'll have to search for the Autobots." Kenna nodded and lowered back to the ground. Her mothers eyes showed pride before they closed for slumber. Kenna gazed upon her mother for a few more minutes before sighing and turning, exiting the cave. The ice-cold wind gusted as she exited but didn't penetrate her thick pelt.
Kenna's eyes travelled to her father and caught his. They asked a silent question to which he nodded slightly. Her eyes glowed with thanks before she took off at a nice run towards the setting sun. After she was positive that she was away from unwanted eyes she pushed herself to her limit. In this form. Her muscles worked like a well oiled machine, propelling her forward at a speed that would be fair challenge for a NASCAR car. Her breath was lost in the wind that she felt, and soon a flash of yellow filled her vision.
The next minute she was completely different. She was just taller than an average one story house and was made of metal. Her eyes were now glowing lights, but were still their yellow color. They illuminated a few feet in front of her. Her mouth was filled with massive fangs that were sharp enough to easily rip through the trees she flew past. Her black fur was black plates of metal that could shift from their position, and black claws dug into the ground and propelled her even faster.
The sun was now beneath the horizon and whenever moonlight hit her armor it cast an eerie glow. She reached a rock outcrop and slid to a halt, her golden optics staring upwards and to the west in anticipation. Her form was tired however, and she stood on two hind legs, morphing into a humanoid robot. Again her black armor and yellow optics remained, only now she looked like a human. Her frame was now slightly larger than a four-story house. Though she was a femme, a female of her kind, her form was fairly large and her hands sported sharp claws. Her head seemed to be topped with a type of helmet and if she opened her mouth one would see the deadly metallic fangs.
After noticing the claws she seemed to focus hard. The claw soon shrunk to flat tipped fingers, her fangs disappeared, and a strange symbol appeared on her chest. It looked like a face, yet it was pointed and seemed slightly more menacing yet friendly at the same time.
Looking back to the stars Kenna waited. And waited. And waited. Just as she was about to give up hope, four fiery streaks raced towards the horizon. A smile flicked on her features and her optics glowed with excitement. She turned to leave but, with a final decision, decided to welcome the newcomers. A short ping was sent towards the eastward landmass from her communication device.
"Welcome to Earth, Autobots."
The young teenagers watched as four meteorites cruised over their heads. They separated and landed in very different places, but were still in the close vicinity. The two ran towards the nearest crash site not too far away and the yellow Camaro followed slowly, keeping them in its sights. The three watched as the meteorite transformed from an ovalish pod into a tall, metal being. Its face was covered by a mask and its royal blue optics glanced at the two humans before it rushed off, looking for an alt form. The teenagers ran back to the Camaro that sped off down a few side streets towards the rendezvous point while the being continued to search for an alt form. Its best chances came in the form of a human highway. It watched the passing cars until one caught its optic. After a quick scan it knelt and formed into a blue Peterbilt Semi with flame decals.
As it drove back towards the town of Tranquility, the being received a ping on his communications system. It was confused, for none of his fellow soldiers would send a ping. They would outright speak over the comm. Accessing the ping, his engine rumble stuttered as he read the message.
"Welcome to Earth, Autobots." His comm signaled that one of his soldiers wished to speak.
"Yes?"
"Prime, did you receive that ping?" the gruff voice of the Autobot Weapons Specialist spoke.
"Yes Ironhide. It seems us and the Decepticons are the only of our kind here on Earth."
"But who else would be here?" the less gruff voice of the Autobot CMO, Ratchet, spoke. Although his voice was gruff, it wasn't as hard as the Weapons Specialist's.
"Tha only one who would know is 'Bee. Do ya know anythin'?" the Second-in-Command asked.
"Sorry, Jazz. If there is someone, they're nowhere on this landmass," the young Autobot spoke.
"Whoever it is, we will keep an optic out for them. However, we must remain on our current mission. We cannot be distracted by side missions. The fate of Cybertron hangs in the balance," the leader, named Optimus Prime, commanded. Sounds of affirmation came from the others as they continued to their rendezvous point. Unknown to the others, a strange pull on Optimus' spark had him worrying. He ignored it, focusing on the mission. And although it worked for a while, it strengthened to the point that it felt like someone was stabbing his spark repeatedly when his brother died. As his gaze rested upon the silver mech's prone and lifeless form, memories threatened to force themselves through. Though he knew they were not his own.
And as he set Jazz's remain on a medical berth to be prepared for a ceremony, the first of many images leaked through. And what he saw caused him to reel back in surprise and worry the CMO. It was that of his brother, alive, healthy, smiling, and in his original form.
Kenna ran as fast as her organic form would allow her. She needed to get to where her spark was telling her to go. It started to hurt excruciatingly so, from a past long forgotten. Not on purpose, but rather by experimentation and soul killing training. And when he visited her in a dream, and said the trials had started, she knew she could and would not ignore it. Memories from old times came through, during the day and in the form of dreams. They showed of a femme very similar to her humanoid Cybertronian form.
Wait? How do I know it's Cybertronian!? Her pace faltered slightly as the shock coursed through her body but she quickly righted herself and pushed on. Not three hours later she arrived at the newly destroyed Mission City. Her search would start there, for that's where her spark called most for. When she entered the ruins she stopped and stood, morphing into her human form. Her breath was coming in pants but extensive training had her slowing it quickly and easily.
She slunk forward, keeping her knees bent and her fingers slightly curled. Her feet were carefully placed yet it was for nothing. Soon she was walking normally, though her guard was still up. After twenty minutes she reached a street that looked like it saw the most action. Asphalt was in chunks, remains of cars were everywhere, dried blood showed where people had either died or been hurt, but there was no bodies. Her spark was pulling her to a building at an intersection that had dome like objects on the corners. She reached one in particular, that seemed ready to fall to pieces, and spotted a dried substance on the ground. She knelt and looked at the dark blue liquid that had two metallic parts resting next to it, and was yet again surprised that she knew what it was. Energon. Yet something seemed off. Like it was obvious she should know this. But all she knew was that she was a femme techno-organic that could turn into a wolf in both forms.
Touching the energon she gasped and flung herself backwards as a blue glow seeped up her hand. It didn't stop, but it did stay together in the little bunch. It moved faster with the way her spark was frantically thrumming and for the life of her she couldn't force it to slow down. She knew it reached her spark when she felt it cool and energy rush into her body at the same time. It then crept up her neck and towards her head, but she was frozen in fear. It finally reached her brain and a flash of bright blue appeared causing her to snap her eyes shut.
When she opened them she gasped again. She was seeing the battle taking place. Many robots like her were fighting. People were screaming and running while soldiers were helping to get them moving. A young teenager was helping another hook a yellow robot onto a tow truck. The whine of jet engines reached her ears and she looked up in time to see a high tech jet transform and land on the dome with a smaller robot underneath him. How she knew it was a he, she didn't know, but she did know her spark was reaching frantically for him. He reached underneath him and grabbed the smaller mech, who fired three shots making Kenna wince and shouted "You wanna piece o' me?! You wanna piece!?" The larger answered saying "No! I want two!" then proceeded to rip the smaller mech in half. The energon that fell from him landed in the same spot she found the dark blue liquid only it had a slight glow.
Her spark recoiled sharply when she witnessed the mech murder the smaller one, but it soon reached again only much more tentatively. She felt it calling for him, but soon the light blue flashed again and she was back in the ruins with no robots or screaming people or firing soldiers. Her spark receded and the longing was replaced with crushing and painful sorrow. She just witnessed Megatron kill a defenseless mech. That wasn't the Megatron she knew. Her spark was surprised when she saw his different form, but it still knew it was him. Wait! How do I know so much about this Megatron person!? The memories disappeared unlike the way they came; quickly and detectably. She no longer remembered how she knew him, or how he was different, but she remembered. She remembered her past.
Her hopes soared, but she quelled the tide and stood back up. Glancing once more at the dried energon she continued down her path. At random points parts of the battle would flash in her eyes and erupt in her ears, but the next second they would be gone. She noticed all of them seemed to be before the silver mech was killed because they included the silver mech. She finished her walk at the second intersection from the first in front of a building with statues on top. Huge holes the size of the silver robot littered the building and part of Kenna's surprise was the fact that it was still standing. Shaking her head slightly she continued on in her trek which brought her to an alley between the building with statues and what seemed to be an apartment building.
Kenna gazed at the piles of concrete and rebar from the buildings along with the large dent in the ground where one of the robots must've landed. She didn't, however, gaze upon the small puddle of energon in the center of the dent, nor did she realize it was there. Her gaze travelled skyward as she guessed which robot could've caused the dent. Either the pointy silver one or the large red and blue one, she thought to herself. A splash caught her attention and she looked down to see the light blue slowly seeping up her leg. She lifted her foot off the energon and stared at the glow, but not in fear; rather in awe and curiosity. It travelled at a snail's pace and she willed it to go faster, for she was not known for immense patience if she was curious. It complied. Soon it reached her spark and the rush of energy wasn't as surprising, but it was still powerful. Not a minute later the flash appeared and she closed her eyes, allowing her ears to adjust first.
The rush of sound wasn't as bad as before, but it was still loud and prominent. Opening her eyes she saw people running down the street and screaming with the robots fighting each other. She turned and looked behind her and started slightly at the sight of the top half of the small mech's body. His visor was a dull and dark blue, verging on black, and his face was lifeless stuck in a slight grimace. His right hand was still formed into his gun. Kenna felt a rush of anger and sympathy. The sympathy was for the mech and the anger towards Megatron. What the frag happened to him! He was never this mean! she snarled in her mind. Soon the anger was quelled by a tsunami of guilt. I did this. Memories overpowered and flooded through the blockade in her mind, caused by the trials. She remembered a time when Megatron was much kinder, when his blazing red optics were gentle, when his frame was a dark blue instead of silver, when he was less menacing, when he smiled. The Megatron she was staring at now seemed to have a permanent snarl stuck on his face. Yet she knew it was her fault. When she left to become a techno-organic, she couldn't tell him. She was outraged and fought an intense internal war. She soon decided to spend as much time as she could with him until she had to leave. The sudden with-drawl almost destroyed her spark, but she pushed through.
With a sigh the flood of memories slowed and stopped. Right when Megatron swung out with a mace and destroyed a corner of the building. The teenage boy she saw earlier flew from the corner yelling. In his hands was a cube like object with glyphs all over it. She recognised it as the AllSpark, and for some reason she wasn't surprised it was in the boy's arms. The large red and blue mech caught him in his hand and Kenna raised an eyebrow at his sudden appearance. Dang. That guy is pretty quiet for being twenty to thirty feet tall. He said something to the boy before leaping off the wall. He alternated between grabbing the two buildings to slow him down until the silver mech crashed into him. They both came sailing to the ground and only then did Kenna panic. She went to run from her spot but found her feet wouldn't move. Looking up she yelped and crouched low, covering her head with her hands and waiting for the impact. It never came thanks to her savior who was the flash of light blue.
Kenna cracked an eye open and sighed loudly when she saw she was back in her present time. Her spark was racing for the third time this day as she fell to the ground panting. After a minute she stood up with a grunt and exited the alleyway.
"It's like a friggin' house of horrors. Technically city but who cares!" she muttered, throwing her hands in the air. "I certainly don't." She paused outside the alleyway when the sun beat down mercilessly on her back. She wished she could make her trench coat disappear, but she fought through the uncomfortableness and looked left then right. She went to go left but stumbled when he spark lurched towards the right. She turned around and walked towards the large hole in the street she saw earlier. She carefully slid down one of the sides, the rocks incredibly loose, before freezing when her sensitive hearing picked up a voice. Her locked on the drainage pipe sticking out in front of her and she carefully progressed forward before hopping in. It was disgusting but she didn't want to get caught. She pulled the hood on her coat over her head as she crouched in the dark. Straining her ears she listened to the footsteps of two people.
"Why did we have to drag our sorry butts out here again?" a Spanish accented man asked.
"Because we got in a fight that you started," another growled.
"Not that, I mean what are we doing?"
"Searching for any straggling 'Cons." Another yet smaller barrage of memories came from the blockade and she saw many mechs and some femmes with red optics fighting others with blue optics. She felt disappointment and sadness, yet a sliver of understanding. She was confused because the soldier said the faction name with such distaste and anger that she thought she would hate them too. Yet she didn't. Kenna was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't notice the two men approaching her hiding spot. Only when they were a mere fifty feet away did she notice. Her breathing hitched but she forced herself to calm down. The men reached the edge of the pipe and she saw the big guns they were carrying. Grenade launchers with SABOT rounds, she thought. She didn't know where the information came from but she didn't care. The two passed by without incident and she sighed. Still, she remained in her hiding spot straining her ears until she could no longer hear the two, even with her increased hearing. She slowly crawled out of the pipe then bolted up the opposite of the hole she came down in. Her nimble frame allowed her to do so easily and she looked at the intersection in front of her. Not that much destruction, but the glint of metal caught her attention. She slowly walked over and saw metal that looked like it was melted then left to cool. Some was smooth while the rest had glyphs in it. Her hand seemed to gravitate toward the marked metal, but she was able to restrain herself enough to make sure no one would sneak up on her. She then reached and touched the metal, the light blue glow much brighter and traveling much faster than ever before. She almost yelped when the energy coursed through her, but she was able to muffle it with her hand. The flash happened and she closed her eyes, waiting for the sounds.
What she didn't know was that the Autobots lent their human companions temporary scanners to search for energon signatures. The one the two had with them went crazy when she touched the metal and the two soldiers were already progressing towards her location, guns raised.
Kenna opened her eyes when she heard a grunt. The blue and red mech was on the ground, looking completely drained of energy. Megatron walked towards him speaking about something or another and mentioned his name. Optimus. Said mech pushed himself off the ground and fought for a bit before being thrown to the ground. Just before he hit the ground he fired off a shot that hit Megatron on the shoulder causing him to collapse. He noticed the teen and started growling through the pain.
"Give me... my... AllSpark!" Kenna could barely make it out but turned her attention to Optimus when he demanded the teen named Sam shove the cube into his chest. Sam looked between him and Megatron before running under Megatron and shoving the AllSpark up. Kenna's eyes widened as the raw energy was thrust into Megatron's spark. After the numbness of shock wore off she gasped in pain and clutched her chest as her spark fought furiously through the sudden pain. How she was feeling Megatron's pain, and how she knew she was, was beyond her for she knew they didn't have a bond. Kenna lunged for the memories but they retreated, leaving her again in the murky blackness of confusion and uncertainty. But those feelings were thrust to the side when she saw Megatron lurch up on his knees and start gagging, grabbing at his chest. He soon fell unto his back and convulsed twice before his red optics darkened. Optimus stood above him and spoke softly, but Kenna heard the words.
"You left me no choice, brother." Kenna snapped. Both back into her reality and into a rage fueled frenzy.
"No choice?! No fraggin' choice!? Of course you had a choice! Just knock him unconscious or something but NOOOOO you have to go and fraggin KILL HIM! YOU KILLED MEGATRON!" She silenced then and pounded the ground with her fists adding more cracks to it. She heard the click of a gun and spun around just in time to feel 50,000 volts course through her body and render her unconscious.
Kenna awoke with a start but didn't let her captors know that. From the strange pressure in her ears she believed she was on a plane. The rumble of the engines proved her theory. Her spark was strangely calm and so was she. Her eyes were covered with a black blindfold and yet she felt she knew where everyone was. Finally deciding to let her captors know she was awake she moved her feet off the bench. She tensed as a blue pulse seemed to leave her feet and she saw it briefly outline the plane in a faint blue before fading into black.
"Mornin' sleepy," one of the soldiers said. Although she was blindfolded she raised an eyebrow. Her hands and ankles weren't tied but she decided to play along. She shifted her feet sending another pulse as she answered.
"50,000 volts rendering me unconscious and all I get is a 'mornin' sleepy'?" One of the men made a confirming noise. She remained emotionless for about ten seconds before smirking. "Well it's better than most greetings I get." The man who spoke first looked shocked as she sent another pulse while the other, the Spanish accented one, burst out laughing.
"Quemar..." he said between laughs. As she sent yet another pulse Kenna noticed the first man sigh and lean his head back.
"How many times do we have to tell you! English! Not a single soul that knows you outside of your family can speak Spanish."
"Que pueda," she said.
"Oh my God, Fig you aren't the only one in the universe." Kenna chuckled while Fig smacked his comrade.
"Nunca fue." Kenna settled into a comfortable position as the two playfully bantered. Her mind went to what she found out and some of the anger resurfaced. How dare Optimus think he had no choice? He did too have a choice. As Kenna's anger died down she felt the guilt, and two words of doubt crept into her mind. Did he?
"Yo, chica." Kenna started slightly and looked to the soldier named Fig. Somewhere during their banter she picked up the other soldier's name, Anthony.
"Yes?"
"We're landing soon. We'll need to escort you to our commanding officer." Kenna nodded and again shifted her feet. The pulse showed the two had moved slightly and looked prepared to exit. Her spark was still calm though a strange underline of annoyance was there. Confused she reached for the emotion to inspect it, for it felt familiar yet not hers, and was surprised when it darted away from her and back towards its original owner. She froze and stiffened before slowly backing away from that part of her spark. Her ears popped slightly and she felt a decrease in pressure. She shifted her feet one last time and watched one last pulse. Seconds later the plane jerked and she had to clutch her bench tightly so she wouldn't fly off. The plane slowed and stopped before she heard to sets of footsteps. One of the soldiers gently grabbed her arm and helped her stand before leading her out of the plane. Each step sent out a pulse that went much farther than before; naturally. She felt inclined to turn her head and look at the outlines of trees in the distance but she didn't want to hint to her two guards that she could see. They stopped her at a spot just outside a hangar that was producing its own pulses allowing her a constant picture. Behind the blindfold her eyes widened. There were the robots from her visions! The tallest, Optimus, was standing off to the side with another one. From the faint images she was getting she thought he had a mustache and he seemed to be some type of Hummer. There was also one with big cannons, like huge, and he was talking with another that had wings and something over his mouth.
"Ma'am. My soldiers tell me you were at Mission City. Would you mind telling me why?" Kenna looked towards where the voice came from and was able to make out a man about her height, maybe a bit smaller, wearing in light military gear. Beside him stood a bald man who was slightly shorter. She quickly thought her words over before responding.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you much about it, both out of confidentiality and because of memory suppression, but I can say it was part of my trials." The man looked at her curiously with a raised eyebrow.
"Is the fact you showed up on energon detectors related to it?" Kenna heard the bots stop talking and turn towards her. The three smaller ones had various amounts of shock on their faces while Optimus seemed passive, yet slightly intrigued.
"I what? Whoa!" She started in the air some when she felt a major tingling sensation go over her body. "What the heck was that?!" From the pulses she saw the bot that was talking to Optimus give her a curious look.
"What was what?" the soldier asked.
"That tingly sensation." The bot quickly turned to Optimus before having a silent conversation. Yet Kenna could hear it.
"Prime, she felt my scan," he said.
"Ratchet every human can feel it," the one with the cannons grumbled.
"Ironhide I'm sure you say the way she reacted. No human did that. And my scans are showing traces of energon."
"Why would she have energon in her?" the one with wings said.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out Bumblebee!" Ratchet snapped. Optimus remained silent looking at the girl. She felt slightly uneasy under his gaze and focused on the questions the soldier was asking. Most of them about her past she could only answer with a shrug saying the trials came with forced memory suppression. Finally Ratchet walked over and spoke to the soldier.
"Lennox, Prime wishes for you to take the blindfold off the girl." Both Lennox and Kenna whipped their heads towards Ratchet. After a second Kenna switched her gaze to Optimus, thought she only used her eyes as she turned her head back to Lennox. The doubt flashed through her again as she focused on Lennox. After a bit he sighed and nodded, walking forward. Reaching behind her he untied took the blindfold off.
"Shitake mushrooms!" she exclaimed as soon as the light hit her eyes. The almost white sand reflected it harshly into her unaccustomed eyes and she was clutching them as they slowly adjusted. Chuckling behind her made her open them faster and have to blink before she turned to see the bald soldier chuckling. Her guess was that he had an impressive build. His dark skin had a bit of sweat and his brown eyes were alight with laughter. She glared at him and he stopped laughing after his friend smacked him while saying "Stop laughing Epps," but he still had a smirk. So Epps is his name.
"You wouldn't be laughing of you had a headache," she growled. Her gaze switched to Lennox. In those quick seconds between him containing his smile and talking. His short brown hair and tanned skin also had sweat on them, and his hazel eyes were a bit more guarded. Yet Kenna could easily make out the laughter on top and the stress at their depths. His black military garb probably didn't help, but a quick downwards glance revealed she was still wearing all black. He quickly cleared his throat and went to speak but stopped suddenly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Uh, sorry. I forgot to ask your name," he said awkwardly. Kenna shifted slightly on her feet and curved her lips up in a smirk.
"That's fine. Makenna Black but I prefer Kenna or Black." Lennox nodded before gesturing behind her. "Well, Kenna. These are the Autobots. Ironhide, the Weapons Specialist." Kenna turned on her feet to look at said robot. His blue optics flicked up towards her for a second before returning to his cannons, a grunt his only other acknowledgment. From training she could tell the 'Bot was fighting some inner turmoil, but that's al she got before he looked away. His black armor was bulky everywhere and sported many dents and scrapes. The only other color came from some lights from his alt form and the silver metal that created his protoform. Her eyebrow arched as she gazed off in the distance and chased after the memory but of course it disappeared. "Bumblebee, their scout." Bumblebee, the one with the wings that she now noticed were made out of doors from his alt. Knowing the car well, she could tell it was a Camaro for his chest was made up of the front. The two black lines on his chest told her it also had black racing stripes. Bumblebee waved at her and used the radio to say 'hi' with a child's voice. Even behind the mask thing she could tell he was smiling and from one look in his eyes she couldn't help but smile and wave back. "Ratchet, their Chief Medical Officer." Kenna turned her gaze to the gruff medic. They stared at each other for a bit, each for the same reason yet different sub-groups. Kenna wanted to learn as much as she could and from the push bar and few parts of his alt along with the paint she could tell he was a Search and Rescue Hummer. His bright yellow paint was chipped slightly and he really did seem to have a mustache, yet he also seemed to have a small beard. Kenna nodded to him and he nodded back before Lennox proceeded to the only 'Bot left. "And Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots." Optimus crouched down so he could speak to Kenna easier. Her face went emotionless again as he spoke.
"It is an honor to meet you, Ms. Black." She studied him quickly, taking in the leftover dents from his fight, his blue optics that showed deep understanding, the way his regal voice demanded attention and respect yet was kind and compassionate, the way his shoulders were set in pride, and the way she herself stood taller and unaffected by his voice. She gave him attention and respect, yet she didn't feel compelled to the way others did. She felt the roots were formed from some long ago time and she would be able to find them in a memory, but she didn't press it as she smiled a full smile that reached her eyes.
"The honor is mine. And please, again with the Black or Kenna. Makes me fell old when someone says Miss." Optimus chuckled as he returned to his full height and Kenna was only slightly surprised when she felt an underlying tone of amusement in her spark. Her smile dropped as she heard footsteps and an easily distinguishable condescending tone in a voice coming from behind them. Optimus looked up and that bit of annoyance from earlier returned.
"Sir, you really need to get going. The Autobots need to heal and-" a soldier started.
"And I need to finish the final details on the Alien/Autobot Cooperation Act!" a man snapped. Kenna sighed before putting her emotionless mask on and turning around. There stood a man in his mid-to-late forties, wearing a dark blue suit, white undershirt, and dark blue tie. His black shoes clicked against the pavement as he stopped in surprise when he caught sight of the new girl. His black hair was blown around by the slight breeze, and his green eyes narrowed after the surprise disappeared. His tan skin was hidden by the suit and he stood a good five inches shorter than Kenna. She wasn't surprised, her tall frame passed almost everyone she met. He quickly stalked over and stood in front of her, his hands on his hips indicating he felt he was superior. "And who, might I ask, is this?" The question was directed at Lennox and she allowed him to answer it as she leaned against the hangar with her arms and legs crossed. The whole stance screamed 'BORED!'.
"Mr. Casperson, this is Makenna Black. We found her at Mission City."
"Mission City, huh?" The man sniffed and turned towards her, taking in her stance and trying to decipher the emotion behind her mask. "How do we know she isn't one of those Decepticorns or whatever?" Kenna along with a few other soldiers couldn't contain their snorts of laughter, although Kenna released a few chuckles also. Lennox looked absolutely shocked at the strange nickname so Kenna spoke.
"I can assure you, I am not a Decepticon. Or Decepticorn." The man glared at her and Lennox quickly saved her from having talk more.
"If you want to finish with the cooperation act we can do it now." After a minute the man turned from Kenna and nodded, walking off with Lennox, Epps, and Optimus. Ratchet looked after the four before turning and walking towards Kenna. Kenna, having closed her eyes and relaxed in the rays of the sun, could tell he was coming from the pulses and from his footsteps. She cracked open her right eye and seeing he seemed to want to talk to her, she kept it open while opening her other eye. He stopped in front of her, his own optics showing impatience covered by intense curiosity.
"Yes?" she asked. Ratchet blinked once before answering, his optics betraying the fact he was trying to carefully think something over.
"Would you mind coming to the Med Bay with me?" That's what he wanted to ask? Kenna thought to herself. She uncrossed her legs and pushed off the wall answering with a simple 'Sure.'. Ratchet lowered his hand to the ground and waited. Kenna stared at it for a second before switching her gaze to Ratchet. He nodded in an encouraging way and she shrugged, stepping onto the hand. She quickly clutched his thumb as he stood; rather quickly for her body to keep balanced. He then walked down the tarmac all the way to the final hangar. Reaching out he grabbed a door and easily opened it up for their access, the size nothing for him. He closed the door behind them and set the girl on a berth before standing across from her, running a scan. Kenna started again when she felt the tingling sensation and she looked up at Ratchet.
"Why does that feel so weird?" Ratchet looked down at her and answered.
"It varies with everyone." Kenna simply nodded and looked around the hangar. The room had yet to be settled in a more permanent setting, but that was to be expected for the battle didn't end too long ago. Machinery, both man and non-manmade, littered the ground but was pushed to the side to form room for movement. Lights illuminated the place brightly, but the gray walls helped absorb some of it. As Kenna set her hands in her pockets she glanced behind her at a weird feeling in her spark. What she saw made it stop.
Covered by a tarp was a body. Yet she new exactly who it was. It was the small mech from earlier. And at its feet was another body, only this one was shackled and covered. She could also tell who it was because her spark called for his, yet it always recoiled sharply and painfully when it felt nothing. Not even his sparks presence. Megatron and Jazz. She started slightly when she came up with the name but not enough to alert the medic. She knew it was right; no doubt. Out of nowhere another flash appeared and she started back in surprise, tripping over her own two feet. She landed on her butt yet that was the last thing on her mind. Ratchet disappeared and was replaced by two different robots she recognised. The first was the blue gray mech. His visor was now glowing a bright blue and his stance was casual. His clawed hands rested at his sides and a smirk was on his face, directed at her. The second one was the one that caused Kenna's spark to stop. He stood at the same height as Megatron yet his armor was a dark blue. His armor was also less spiky than Megatron's and his claws weren't as sharp. They were like Jazz's; dull enough to not be intimidating yet lethal when the Cybertronian wanted them to be. His red eyes shone with worry but had an underlying tone of love; not the hatred and malice that Decepticons had.
"H-hi." Jazz's smirk widened at her stuttering and the other mech's worry disappeared. He smiled and reached out a finger in what seemed like a habit but he quickly froze, worry flashing through his eyes. Kenna smiled encouragingly and he smiled back, reaching the full way and stroking the side of her head. The worry disappeared and was filled with excitement and surprise as she leaned her head into the touch. Her smile brightened as her spark hummed in contentment and leaped for joy at seeing the mechs.
"If ya two are done then we need ta discuss somethin'. An' they're no extra rooms." Megatron pulled his hand back and fake glared at Jazz while Kenna tried in vain to keep her laughter to herself. When she caught her breath she looked up at the two who seemed like they were going to get in a scuffle.
"Boys boys boys. No need to fight. What is it you wanted to discuss?" Megatron took a breath, which wasn't necessary, and spoke for the first time.
"I wish to apologise." After a few seconds of shocked silence they got the reaction they were expecting.
"What?! Why in the Pit are you apologizing! It's me who should be doing that!" Kenna continued on in her rant until Jazz spoke.
"Look, I know I'm your bes' frien' an' all but, SHUT UP!" Kenna immediately silenced, glaring daggers at her friend. Jazz sighed and slunk down slightly, leaning against the body where his body was supposed to be laying. "Ah, Primus bless silence. Now, quick question. Why haven' ya moved from tha' position?" Kenna's glare turned to curiosity as she looked down at herself.
"I can move?" She quickly tested her limbs and, sure enough, they responded to her command. She stood up and jumped up and down, testing their strength. "I can move!" She then ran around the table laughing wildly. Jazz looked at Megatron with a quizzical look that was only mirrored as they looked back at Kenna. She stopped, still laughing. "You don't know what it means, do you?" They both shook her heads as she backed up to the edge of the table. "Well then, momma's taking you boys to school." She then adopted a mischievous grin before running full speed and launching herself off the berth. She easily cleared the ten foot gap and rose high enough before landing on Megatron's shoulder. Her eyes twinkled with laughter as she started conversing and calming down the frantic Megatron. Jazz smiled fondly at the two, old memories rekindling and floating to the forefront of his processor. He remembered times like this where the three would go to their secret spot on Cybertron and spar, mess around, hang out, gaze at their planet's beautiful moons or the intricate and masterfully built cities, or just sit in silence and think. Think about their future, their present, the past, what might come to be. They would discuss the thoughts while watching the setting of the distant sun and the rising of the two moons while the cities turned from fiery to serene glowing. It was usually the three, but sometimes it was just one or two of them or they brought little Orion along. It was evident how much he loved his big brother and how much he looked up to him. They way he played around with Jazz listening to music or learning as much as he could about any and everything revealed he was going to become a kind, compassionate, and knowledgeable mech though he would easily be able to hold their own. And Kenna. She was Gold at the time, and she was the rag tag group of younglings leader. She made sure Jazz and Megatron wouldn't fight or wouldn't scuffle too hard so it could escalate into a fight. She played with Orion whenever he got bored of the mechs, and her smarter than her age knowledge allowed her to teach him. He looked up to her with a sisterly love, and he acted like she was his sister anyways. Sometimes she was Gold, sometimes she was Sissy. Depended on how the little guy was feeling.
As the three grew older and went their separate ways, they actually grew closer. Fear of the friendship dying away drove the four as close as possible. And seeing as the three were old enough it was now a time of seeing who would win their 'leaders' spark. Jazz didn't actually feel compelled; he had a strong friendship and protected her like she was a sister, but that was it. He didn't know about the feelings that Megatron and Kenna were forming for each other, yet no one did. The two were as confused as Jazz when they finally revealed but they were perfect for each other, Jazz would admit. Megatron was the outright strength and intimidation of the two while Kenna was the tactician. She was also the deadly beauty. If a mech would so much as look at her with wanting they would have a dented crotch plate and a date with Megatron's biggest cannon which could rival Ironhide's. After all that, they would have a saboteur-in-training stalking them until they squeal like a femme and run away. Yet Jazz would admit, Kenna was a beautiful femme. If she walked just right, smirked, walked during the sunset or when both moons were shining their brightest she was one of those femmes mechs couldn't take their eyes off of. And when any of that wasn't happening, it was still tough. Usually they learned after an orn.
Something at the edge of Kenna's vision caught her attention and she stopped talking. She could just barely make out Ratchet and he seemed to be talking softly with someone. She looked quickly to Jazz then to Megatron who sighed. Her happy expression disappeared but she forced a smile.
"Although it sucks, it's fine. Who knows, we might see each other again soon." She finished with a smirk and Jazz almost dry heaved as he guessed the thoughts going through her mind.
"Ugh, Kenna. Tha's disgustin'," he said while holding his hands in front of him and backing away. Both her and Megatron snickered before she planted a quick kiss on said mech's cheek and slid down arm, pushing off of his hand and landing where she was before. She smiled once more before sitting in her starting position and being blinded by another flash. She blinked three times as her ears focused on Ratchet and her eyes and mind on the present world.
"I just touched her and a spark flew from my finger two her body before she yelped and fell backwards. Her eyes also had a strange bluish glow, but not enough to change the color," he was saying. Kenna heard the movement of hydraulics and guessed by the way Ratchet was talking that it was Optimus. Probably nodding.
"Did the energon in her body cause that?" The deep, rumbling voice confirmed her suspicions.
"Possibly." Kenna took that time to reveal the fact she was responsive to the present world and rolled her body backwards doing a backwards summersault before standing and spinning around. She didn't reveal the fact she was listening in on their conversation as they both looked at her with mixed emotions. Ratchet with surprise and curiosity while Optimus with the same, an underlying tone of some type of love other than 'lover' though she couldn't place it, and was that respect? She shrugged it off and spoke.
"What? No score or anything?" Optimus smirked while Ratchet rolled his eyes. The former of the two then excused himself with the latter staring after, his optics burning holes into his back. Kenna then had a question pop into her head and she decided to blurt it out. "Why the heck am I so sensitive to your scan thingies?" Ratchet started slightly having sub-spaced a rough copy of a datapad that he made and looked up.
"Like I said earlier, it varies with everyone." Kenna cocked an eyebrow.
"I have a feeling that only applies to you guys." Ratchet looked at her with optics that should've been indecipherable but she saw the conflict of whether to tell her the information or not. He finally sighed.
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you at the moment." After an intense stare down that would've made Ironhide squirm, had it actually had effort behind it on Kenna's part, Kenna burst out in a fit of laughter. It didn't help that when she was settling down and looked at Ratchet he had an absolutely hilarious dumbfounded look on his face. That threw her in an even harder fit of laughter and by the end her sides hurt like they were being stabbed.
"Oh my gosh that's hilarious. It's fine, you don't need to tell me, but I know for a fact that humans don't feel scans like that. Anywho, to get off topic, what's on the datapad thingamajigger?" She had no idea where the strange moods were coming from. Around humans she was fine and dandy but could easily be stone cold. Yet around the 'Bots she let a side that was buried long ago out. A side she barely remembered. A side where, if you pissed her off, you would have a dented crotch plate or ego. Depends on what you did. Yet the side allowed her to easily bond with others, and that was evident in the fact that Ratchet couldn't stop a smirk and the surprised happiness that flooded into his optics. She smiled and allowed her genuine interest to fill her features while her own spark filled with her happiness that she found a soft spot and Ratchet. He loved it when people inquired with actual interest in his work.
"Well, most of it is medical reports from injuries sustained in the battle."
"Were there any serious injuries? Well, besides..." she looked back with sorrow at her recently remembered friend's body. She smiled sadly and turned back to see her own sorrow reflected in Ratchet's optics. He locked it down for later when he was alone and looked at the young girl.
"Well, Bumblebee had his legs blown off by Starscream." Kenna visibly flinched and worry flashed through her eyes but it was replaced by reassurance. She just saw the young bot walking around as happy as can be. Though now that she thought about it, he seemed to be hiding some type of worry. "I was able to repair them easily. Ironhide got a few good dents but his name fits him perfectly." He notice the girls questioning look and explained. "His armor is made of rare form of metal just weaker than Cybertronium." Ratchet then started to explain everything he remembered about Cybertron, for the girl's thirst for knowledge about the planet was seemingly unquenchable and many times she would remain quiet for a few minutes before launching into a different topic. They were only interrupted when Lennox walked in and announced it was time for bed. Kenna said goodbye to Ratchet and was led to a berth area that held one other girl. She was the teen from her vision and introduced herself as Mikaela. The two again talked for hours explaining about themselves as much as they could before the need for sleep took over. Kenna's personality from around the 'Bots was a little different but that changed as they formed a bond.
As Mikaela slept Kenna sat on her berth, her knees pressed against her chest with her arms wrapped around them with her chin on top, staring through the window. For some reason she couldn't sleep, and she was calmed by the dark and starry sky. The color was exactly like Megatron's and her spark ached to see him again. Yet the possibility that she wouldn't see him lingered and there was a chance she wouldn't be able to take the spark break. Her mind travelled back to all the released memories of her Cybertronian life. She remembered much of it thanks to Ratchet and now she delved within them to help at least hold the want at bay. She remembered all the nights they would lay on the ground at their spot and stare at the stars and moons. When they would watch the sunset and the city as it went from looking on fire to looking like its own moon. They way he would hold her in his arms and be there when she needed someone the most. The way he would never leave her during one of her moments.
And that was what she was scared of now. Her emotions were reeling and flying, doing twists, turns, leaps, and rolls. And she was alone. Optimus probably didn't remember, Megatron and Jazz were gone, and she couldn't let anyone else know the truth. One of the emotions skyrocketed and she shoved it down. Her body was tense as she stared into the sky and tried to control the emotions. She was faring pretty well but a noise reached her ears. It was the howl of a wolf that was filled with pain and agony. Another joined it, this one filled with the same but also with a small sliver of hope. Kenna slapped her hands over her ears, fighting through the hardest parts of the trials. She went through this before and she could do it again. Yet one memory surfaced. The one of her last conversation with her mother, and she hoped the fact that her memories were returning would help her find the answer.
Who were her parents and why did they abandon her?
Holy mother of Primus! 10,000 fraggin words! I can't believe I did it! Can anyone figure out the two lines I used from two transformer related movies? They are slightly altered, sorta, and you will... uh... um... GET A HUG FROM YOUNGLING ORION! Yeah, that seems good. *Looks off screen* Hey Orion, come here quick!
Orion: Yes?
Madsluads: Would you mind giving these guys hugs if they get the question right?
Orion: No. I would love to! I like giving hugs, they're so much fun. By the way... *runs up and squishes me in hug*
Madsluads: OOF! Well, please leave a review and constructive criticism is appreciated. No flames please. Now Orion, there's this little thing us humans need to do called breathe...
Orion: *Jumps back with hands up* Sorry!