Transformers: Animated
Tyger, Tyger
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. The name of this fic is based on a William Blake poem by the same name.
Chapter One- The Other
In the dark woods, she laid alone, enjoying the silence of her surroundings. Her appearance likely drove away anything that might come towards her, and she preferred it that way. She looked solemnly up at the stars and found her thoughts wandering back to Cybertron, as they often did. It had been so many stellar cycles since the last time she saw her home planet. She wondered if she would ever see its glistening beauty ever again. Megatron said that when the Decepticons won the war that Cybertron would be reborn and rebuilt in his glorious image. Personally, she had no feelings at all on the outcome of the battle; her loyalty to the Decepticon cause and to Megatron himself was based solely on the hope that by staying with them, a cure to her condition might be found.
She looked at her dark colored hand and arm; what was once shining and elegant had become dark and glaringly imperfect. How she dreamed of being rid of her accursed arachnid alt-mode and returning to her original form. It was all that occupied her thoughts in all the time she had been a technorganic. True, her many attempts had failed; but she knew that one day her goal would be realized.
"Base to Blackarachnia," came the droning voice of Blitzwing's intellectual persona on her com, destroying her peace.
"What is it?" She asked she sat up.
"Unless you enjoy recharging in the cold dark outdoors, I suggest you return before we close the shutters…" He paused for a minute as his manic personality set in, "und leave you to freeze into a cute little spider-sickle. Ha ha!"
She grimaced at Blizwing's split persona and replied, "Hold your servos. I'll be there in a cycle." With that, she got up and made her way to the mine. She hated spending time with those losers, but it was better than letting her organic half die of cold. They could never truly understand her. No one could really understand the pain she felt.
After all, she was the only one of her kind.
In space, a small shuttle drew closer and closer to Earth. It was a small white spacecraft of the same make as an Autobot ship. It tore through the outer atmosphere and swiftly made its way towards the North American continent.
Within seconds the white craft landed on the outskirts of Detroit, in a trash yard. In the yard, a rusty and filth covered robot with a square head was awoken from stasis by the sound of the ship. He stared in amaze as the small ship landed. He quickly got up from the junk he was sleeping in and went to greet his visitor, eager to make friends.
The ship's cockpit opened to reveal a single lithe white humanoid, which exited from its confines. His exact appearance was hidden in the dark. The new arrival quickly covered his olfactory sensor to dull the strong stench of the dump. "This planet is more a mess then I had been told," he said in deep and warm voice.
He turned towards the noise of crashing clutter to see the approach of the boxy shaped occupant of the dump. The goofy looking figure gave a quick hand wave and said, "Greetings! I am Wreck-gar. Welcome to the Detroit metropolitan waste dump."
The new arrival looked over the ramshackle robot and, seeing him as no threat, returned the wave. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said. "I'm just passing through. Sorry to make your home my parking space."
"Oh it is okay," said Wreck-gar. "So few people visit here anyway, I wouldn't care if you parked a whole planet on my dump."
The stranger chuckled a bit at the notion, then asked, "I heard there were Autobots on this planet. Do you know where they might be?"
"Why most certainly," Said Wreck-gar as he pointed towards the city. "My fellow Autobots live in Detroit with all the nice people who send me their garbage."
"Can you be more specific?"
Wreck-gar thought for a moment, then replied, "Nnnnnnnope."
The other shrugged his shoulders. "Guess I better get looking then," he said. With that he jumped down from the junk pile he had parked on and made towards the city. Before leaving however, he looked back at Wreck-gar and said, "Just out of curiosity, why do you live here?"
Wreck-gar raised a finger in explanation. "I am Wreck-gar. I am only good for one thing… GARBAGE!!"
The white mech just chuckled under his breath and continued on his way. In a blur of motion, his body rearranged itself into the form of a four-legged creature and raced out of Wreck-gar's sight.
(Authors note: this is a little ditty I thought up while on vacation. I'll likely have another chapter soon. Sorry that this one was so short.)