Summary: The Triple Changers are now humans, and must function properly in a world of crazy fleshy females, maintaining healthy body hygiene, caffeine and the deadly deadline of paying the rent monthly. G1 Astrotrain and Blitzwing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Wish I did though.
Author's Comments: The triple changers have always been my favorite Transformers. I wanted to experiment with the characters and the plot that I'm setting up. My first 'Transformers turned human' story. This is my For Fun story. So Please Enjoy! Oh and please review!
Astrotrain shoved his stinging hands into the warmth of his jacket pockets, narrowing his eyes into glaring slits. In his past life of metal, circuits and triple changing, weather was never a problem for the military transport. His metal hide was specially equipped with dealing with very high or extremely low temperatures from entering and exiting various atmospheres.
He had to squint to see though the white haze of falling snow to see the outline of the Starbucks logo. It taunted him somehow, large and dominant, like he used to be. The intensity of his glare heightened and he remained completely reluctant to enter such a disgusting human building.
He then started shivering.
Blitzwing was furious, seething silently. Suddenly finding himself in a body of flesh, bones and everything in between made him want to transform into tank mode, and completely annihilate everything in sight.
But he couldn't transform, and that realization only made him madder. He was stripped of everything he was so very used to having in the clutches of his merciless digits.
Now he couldn't even blast the smallest of the Autobots.
The ex-Triple changer brushed his blond hair behind his ear, finally fed up with it tickling his forehead. Everything about his new situation was pissing him off, and waiting for Astrotrain couldn't be more mentally agonizing. Blitzwing turned to face the window, peering though his red visor sunglasses. The snow storm had picked up again, the wind violently aimed the snow in frantic directions.
A little bell above the Starbucks door was there to announce that someone new had entered the coffee shop. Blitzwing converted his glare to fix on the new comer, and couldn't suppress a sadistic chuckle. A familiar man came stomping in, soaking from the top of his dirty blonde head to the toe of his grey and purple boots. Blitzwing instantly knew it was Astrotrain, and about ten percent of his anger melted away along with the snow that decorated the former shuttle-train. Seeing Astrotrain in a worse state than he was made him feel a little bit better about himself, and he could make fun of 'Train if he was really in the mood.
From across the shop Astrotrain franticly brushed the snow from his outfit, dug it out of his pockets and sneered at a passing lady.
Blitzwing sat up straight, wondering if Astrotrain could spot him first if he made himself somewhat visual. Astrotrain stood to the side to allow people the opportunity to enter and leave the café. He was tall just like Blitzwing, possibly the tallest of any human inside Starbucks. Blitzwing subtle smirk vanished and morphed into a sneer. What the slag was he doing now?
Astrotrain was awkwardly peeling away his clothing, pulling off his jacket and undershirts all in one go. He had it pulled halfway over his shoulders, exposing a well toned stomach. Blitzwing decided to intervene for some of the pathetic fleshy females were beginning to watch and comment, giggling all the while.
"Hey! Soaking slagger!"
Astrotrain stopped, his head hidden in many folds and layers of soaked fabric. Some of the girls in the café turned and directed their attention to Blitzwing, and even a couple of them had the stupid nerve to giggle and even call him "cute". Blitzwing growled.
"What are you all looking at!?" he barked. "Mind your own fragging business!" All eyes and unwanted attention was quickly off Blitzwing, returning to what ever the stupid humans were doing before.
"Why did you pick such a repulsive place to meet!?" Astrotrain was coming up to Blitzwing's table now, in his shirtless glory.
"Suck it up, you complain too much." Astrotrain scoffed but settled himself down. Now that he was seated across from Blitzwing, they both shared a moment looking at each other.
"Primus, you're ugly."
"Slag off, Blitzwing."
Blitzwing chuckled darkly while Astrotrain eyed the front registered, where all the cakes and cookies were stored behind display. His hunger was on its loudest volume, something in his body twisting and growling, ordering him to eat something soon or suffer the consequences.
Without saying a word, he abruptly sprang out of booth and glided towards the cashier. Blitzwing right eyebrow rose in suspicion but he decided to watch. Hopefully, Astrotrain would make a fool of himself. The other triple changer quickly came up to the delicious display and took a minute to contemplate which pastry to buy for himself. He was hungry after all.
"Um…excuse me, sir." Astrotrain looked towards the flesh creature that addressed him. She was small and timid, not even worth his time to talk to.
"What is it?" He snapped.
The cashier glanced back to her co-workers for reassurance or emotional back up, but they acted like they were busy.
"Uh…our policy. You can't really…"
"Spit it out already. I don't have all day."
"N-no…No shirt no service! You can't buy anything here without having a shirt on."
Astrotrain straightened to his full height, anger stated to flicker and dance inside his chest somewhere, like the flare of a lighter. What is this human doing? She can't tell him what to do.
"That's a stupid policy. I just want to buy-"
"I'm sorry sir," a new employee came up beside the woman. He was defiantly older than the woman and Astrotrain himself, (even if he didn't exactly know his human age) and his eyes didn't both to hide his dislike for Astrotrain.
He rested his hand on her shoulder. "But either you find something to wear or please leave this store."
Astrotrain narrowed his eyes, and let the little flickering flame flare into a wild bond fire. He curled his hand into a fist and considered whether to directly punch him in the nose, or nail him under the chin.
His arm twitched, but he relaxed and dismissed the temptation. Maybe next time…when he was leaving maybe?
Grunting, he turned on his heel and made his way back to Blitzwing. The former tank-jet rudely laughed at him, pointed a gloved finger at him. Astrotrain snarled, opened his mouth to reply with something verbally nasty, and stopped. An idea pried its self into the spotlight and Astrotrain decided to roll with it. Quickly, he snatched up Blitzwing's hand and aggressively yanked him out of his chair.
"Give me your jacket!" Astrotrain embraced Blitzwing in a headlock with one arm, while the other hand tried to rip off his jacket. Blitzwing thrashed side to side, hands clawing at anything they touched.
The fight was declared after that, although nobody announced it.
Fifteen minutes later the triple changers were kicked out of Starbucks. They were lucky enough to evade the cops. The fight between the two wasn't anything special, they did something like that all the time. It comes with being a Decepticon. It's the normal way of life in the Nemesis.
Astrotrain's cloths were still soaked and started to smell, but he was very satisfied with wearing Blitzwing's jacket. The other triple changer was browsing though a gamer's magazine that was left at their table. After being kicked out and banished from Starbucks, they decided to go another one down the street.
"We need human names," Astrotrain comment quietly. Blitzwing looked up from a game review and nodded.
"I was just thinking that. We need to get birth certificates, health cards and all that slag. Humans are confusing."
Astrotrain nodded, and cleared his throat. He still wasn't entirely comfortable with his new body. It was like being overcharged, minus all the mechanical stimuli. Everything felt foreign and bizarre. In addition, he was weak. His former body was a fortress, it had to take a lot to bring him down from a battle. Now, being human, he had to be careful about everything. Flesh creatures were so delicate and mushy.
"How about Leon Kennedy?"
Astrotrain's thoughts flickered away as Blitzwing's rough voice pierced though it. Astrotrain blinked.
"What?"
"A human name, smart aft. How about Leon Kennedy? For me?"
Leon Kennedy… Astrotrain looked intently into Blitzwing's face and seriously considered the name. Did the name match the face and personality?
"No. Find another name, slag sucker."
Blitzwing grumbled but returned to skimming the magazine aimlessly. Astrotrain's once soaked pants were now damp and livable thanks to the warm atmosphere of the coffee shop.
Astrotrain rubbed at his pants and he brought up the issues that clouded the background of his mind.
"We need to find jobs, or else we'll loose our residence."
"I'm working on that."
"We also need to buy human fuel. We're low in supply."
"We'll do that later."
"Most importantly, "Astrotrain growled and snatched up the magazine from Blitzwing. Blitzwing yelped a protest and his hand lashed out, grabbing Astrotrain by the collar. He dragged Astrotrain in towards him, bearing his white teeth in a scornful sneer.
Astrotrain didn't react like Blitzwing wanted to, he only stared at him blankly. Another fight would had taken his mid off being human…take his mind off everything. They stayed like that for a minute, uttering nothing. But Astrotrain broke the silence after a moment.
"We need to get our bodies back. I hate being human. I hate everything. My body, my lack of scenes, my voice. Being a human is so boring! " Blitzwing's sudden anger washed away and left an emotionless expression. His fingers loosened up and released the fabric. Astrotrain leaned back in his chair and underhanded the magazine. Effortlessly catching it, Blitzwing opened it back to where he left off.
Astrotrain watched him and waited.
"We'll do that in the morning. We have to try and contact base first."
Blitzwing received a nod from Astrotrain and the subject was temporarily dropped.
After five minutes of silence, Blitzwing finally had a name.
"I know what name I want now."
"Go ahead."
"Tyler McCauley."
Astrotrain repeated the name, experiencing the flavor of the syllables and the ring of the name.
"Eh, it's good enough."
"Good enough for Blitzwing. It's better than any name you will ever come up with."
Astrotrain sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Shut up, just shut up. Go back to reading your stupid magazine."
Blitzwing chuckled and did so. Astrotrain was having trouble with this human stuff, but it seemed completely easy to him. Yeah, he couldn't deny everything was different but he was sturdy and he was strong.
I bet I could be a better human than a naturally born one. This is not so hard.
He flipped the page and sooner or later came upon an advertisement that caught his attention.
He did severely miss his normal body, but he wanted to try out some human costumes first. For example, getting himself a PlayStation 3 or an Xbox-360.
As long as he was human, why not live it up a little? Get into fights here and there while he was at it.
Blitzwing chuckled, and turned the page.
Fighting made him feel better, and he was good at it too.
To be continued…
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