Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon or transformers they are the property of their rightful creators and I am not gaining money from this story in any way. It is purely for fun.
Author's Note: In the immortal words of Beast Wars Megatron: "Well, well, well. Look who's back!"
That's right I'm back from EFY and had a great time, but I propbably won't be updating quite as frequently since I have like a four hour a day band camp so I'll try to update as much as possible.
The world is a naturally fascinating place from the farthest plains of the Kanto region to the deepest jungles of Fiore, to the highest peaks of Mt. Coronet to the deepest underwater trenches. In these extreme environments multiple species of Pokemon live their lives unrecorded using instincts and other abilities that modern day science could never comprehend.
One such pokemon; a young newborn Wailmer, currently searches one of the underwater trenches in the Sevii islands looking for it's mother and pod. Utilizing an advanced instinct suited for the deep, midnight black trench the newborn locates something very large that could potentially pass for it's mother; however, as it approaches something abnormal begins to occur. The fight or flight instinct grabs hold of the youngling's mind. Confused at the notion that it should be afraid of it's own mother the small Wailmer continues forward until it slams it's still hardening skull on something large, metal, and of alien construct. Swooping down to save it's offspring the mother Wailord leads it's child to the safety of the pod and away from the wreck of the four-million year old Decepticon warship The Nemesis.
Walking through the barely lit hallways onboard the ancient battleship Megatron sulked as he contemplated the events of the three days that had transpired since his defeat in the Arctic Circle.
After Soundwave and Laserbeak had successfully located the Nemesis in this Primus forsaken chain of islands and had managed to get the Decepticons inside Megatron instantly put everyone to work fixing some of the more important functions of the ship such as the CR chambers. Once he himself had been fully repaired Megatron began assisting Soundwave in trying to re-establish contact with their home world Cybertron. After succeeding Megatron was shocked not to be put through to the Decepticon base of operations, he was instead patched through to a small supply depot run by a small time weapons dealer named Blackjack.
Megatron hated untrustworthy weapons dealers, he had even had that slime ball Swindle's spark removed from his body and placed in a special Decepticon prison; in fact, the only things he hated more than smug weapons dealers were Autobots and self proclaimed Megatron fanbots; unfortunately Blackjack was two of the three.
Walking onto the ship's bridge Megatron shook his head as he approached the blinking computer light indicating an incoming call.
Behind him Starscream laughed slightly before making a very unwise snide remark.
"Going to talk to your number one fan again?" Starcream snickered, "Maybe if you promised him an autograph he might actually send some supplies!" Starscream laughed slapping his knee.
Megatron glared at his sub-commander before firing his fusion cannon and sending Starscream flying into a nearby wall. Pushing the receiver the computer flared to life as it attempted to patch through the incoming call. A pixilated picture of the caller began to appear very, very slowly. Megatron rubbed the bridge of his nose, he felt like he was in one of those high speed Internet commercial he had seen on a human television program once. Finally after about ten minutes of agonizing wait and blasting Starscream back into the wall again for attempting to say something mundane the picture began to clear up as the call finally patched through.
Megatron eyes widened in surprise as the all to familiar face began to clear up. It was a black helmet with a red visor and faceplate. Staring into the familiar visor he was greeted by the caller.
"Greeting Lord Megatron!" the Decepticon Constructicon commander Scrapper acknowledged, saluting his supreme leader.
"Ah Scrapper! It has been to long!" Megatron said relieving one of his favorite soldiers. Megatron had always liked Scrapper. The Constructicon leader was a brilliant engineer; he was so modest and never bragged about his work. Plus it was him who had originally conceived and implemented the project that was the secret behind the Constructicon's success.
"WAIT? Scrapper!" Starscream asked emerging from his hole in the wall, "As in Constructicon Scrapper?"
Megatron nodded.
"WHERE THE SLAG IS HIS TEAM!!!" Starscream exploded, "GET THEM DOWN HERE TO FIX THIS SHIP, SO I WON'T HAVE TO!!!" he roared.
Megatron simply looked at the enraged seeker before firing his cannon and knocking Starscream back onto the wall again for a third time. Following the little display of dominance Megatron turned his attention back to Scrapper.
"Why are you reporting in?" Megatron professionally inquired as he tried to deduce Scrapper's reason for calling.
"With all do respect my lord we have been trying to contact you for some time. Where have you been?" The Constructicon wondered.
"It's a long, long, and drawn out story." Megatron sighed waving the question at hand away, "Anyways why did you call?" Megatron asked again.
"Right sorry. We called in to report that we have finished the project you ordered shortly before departing Cybertron!" the jubilant Constructicon reported.
Megatron's mood almost did a complete one-eighty as a sinister smile spread across his face. "Excellent Scrapper!" Megatron laughed complimenting his master engineer.
"Thank you my lord."
"Now listen carefully Scrapper. I have two assignments for you!" The Decepticon leader began, "Firstly I want you to send me the schematics for the spacebridge you designed before your teams departure. I believe the reason why is obvious." Megatron stated, "Secondly, I want you to bring the weapon to my coordinates immediately!" he growled not being able to suppress the evil laugh he had tried so hard to keep down.
"Yes sir Megatron!" Scrapper saluted as he signed off.
"Starscream! Tell everyone to drop what they're doing and make their way towards the Hoenn desert!" Megatron ordered as he grabbed the newly printed spacebridge schematics from the computer.
"Also, find Soundwave and tell him to begin repairing the Nemesis' shields." He added walking towards the door.
"Wait! Why does Soundwave need to raise the shields? Why do we need to build a spacebridge all of a sudden?" Starscream asked feeling lost since he had obviously been left out of the loop about this new weapon. "Why can't we just bring the weapon here and use it against the Autobots when they eventually find us?" Starscream shouted as he continued pressing his annoyed leader for answers.
Instead of blasting him into the wall for a fourth time Megatron decided to humor his head seeker and answer the question."Starscream. We can't bring the weapon here because it is much to large to fit into the base!" He sighed as he walked off the bridge leaving his dumbstruck and jaw dropped sub-commander alone.
Yellow walked down the monolithic corridors that comprised the Ark's interior. With Blue and Gold by her side the three were going to visit Optimus who was still recovering from the events after the dance a few days ago. Well at least Blue and Yellow were, Gold had come to check out the new human/Autobot rec. room that had been set up off the main hallway.
Gold parted ways as he turned off to the left and into the massive rec. room where Bumblebee and Jazz were waiting on the game system for him to join them. Continuing down the hallway Yellow couldn't help but notice Blue was being unusually quiet and she knew why.
"Are you still thinking about Green?" Yellow asked pulling her friend out of the memories of that night.
"Yeah." Blue said blushing, " I just can't figure it out!" she said exasperatingly.
"I told you it's because he likes you. Even if he won't admit out loud." Yellow tried to explain for the twentieth time to her friend.
"Come on Yellow! Think about it. Why would he like me?" Blue said, challenging her friend to defend her position. "We're complete opposites, he thinks I'm an annoying, a pest, and a thief, and he's a gym leader who can do way better than me." She sighed.
"Well you know what they say." Yellow replied, "You never know what could happen." She said laughing.
"You would know that wouldn't you? Ms. Hasn't washed her lips in three days." Blue teased as she thought back fondly on her brilliant plan.
Blushing furiously Yellow quickly corrected Blue that she had in fact washed her lips just as the door to Optimus' office slid open in front of them.
"Blue! Yellow! Welcome." Optimus cheerfully greeted as the two girls stepped into his office. Prime's office was a large spacious room with a desk in the back corner and two large Cybertronian sized couches set in the middle for visitors. Also the entrance and left wall were made out of large glass plates that allowed Optimus to observe early who was entering his office as well as allow him to see out over the main deck of the Ark. On the back wall many artifacts from many campaigns that Optimus had participated in sat on shelves.
Like many active leaders Prime's desk remained dusty and unused in the corner, as it's owner looked at a world map projected via viscreen on the right wall.
"So how you holding up big guy?" Blue asked as Optimus walked over and lifted the two girls onto the couch so they could get more comfortable.
"I'm recovering just fine, thank you." Prime said thanking Blue for her concern before he sat down on the couch opposite of them so they could talk.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Yellow asked noticing a very painful look cross Optimus' face as he sat down.
"Don't worry about me." Prime said dismissing any more questions about his health. These were his friends, they shouldn't need to worry about his health so much, that's what he had Ratchet for.
"Enough about me." Prime continued, "If I remember correctly a very special holiday to your race that celebrates the birth of one of your deities is approaching." Prime remarked surprising the two girls in front of him.
"Oh you mean Christmas!" Yellow said wondering why Optimus would care for a human holiday in the middle of a war.
"Optimus! Did you know it's human custom to give presents on Christmas?" Blue slyly hinted before Yellow grabbed her and placed her hand over her friends mouth hoping she wouldn't say anything else selfish and unneeded.
"I am completely aware of that Blue." Optimus calmly said not taking any offence to the girl's remark. "In fact all of us Autobots love Christmas and we love to partake in its traditions with our friends." Optimus said much to the girl's surprise.
"Yeah but you don't have to worry about getting us anything, we'll be okay if you don't" Yellow replied quickly while Blue struggled to free herself from beneath the smaller girl's surprisingly strong grip.
"I'm afraid you're a little late Yellow." Optimus chuckled as he indicated to the corner behind his desk.
To Blue's delight and Yellow's slight embarrassment a small pile of about fifteen neatly wrapped presents were stacked in the corner. Jumping off the couch and rushing over to get a look Blue saw they were all from Optimus himself.
"All the Autobots have each gotten you an individual gift." Optimus announced to the girls. "I have agreed to deliver all of our gifts to Red's house on Christmas Eve as custom dictates." Optimus said while Blue ecstatically began shaking everyone's gifts hoping to discover the treasures within.
"Really? Everyone got us something?" Yellow muttered in embarrassment. The dex holder's parents were buying a lot of presents, but she could understand that they're parents that's what they do, and the dex holders themselves were doing a secret Santa, but now Yellow had to find gifts for the Autobots. It wasn't that she didn't want to, just she had no idea what they liked.
"Wait." Blue said as she finished examining the presents, "I have two questions; one, if you get us presents does that mean you guys by yourselves presents as well?" she asked.
"Of course!" Optimus remarked. "My gifts to my friends are being stored in my trailer in subspace so Sunstreaker and Sideswipe can't try and peak at them." Optimus said shaking his head as he remembered numerous times in which the twins had somehow managed an early peak at their gifts. "Now what's your second question?" Optimus quickly asked remembering he was still talking to someone.
"Why do all these gifts have first aid kits attached to them?" Blue asked holding up one of the kits Prime had attached to each present.
"Wheeljack has decided to give you all homemade gifts this year."
A few minutes later…
After the two girls left Prime's office it was Blue whom came up with the idea to check out the rec. room for themselves.
Walking down the long corridor leading away from Prime's office Blue noticed that Yellow looked very deep in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Blue asked as she playfully punched Yellow's shoulder.
Yellow sighed as she began to speak, " I was just thinking, have you noticed that none of the Autobots have told us what happened to Optimus? I mean I know it's none of our business, but still." Yellow stammered.
"You're right Yellow it isn't our business," Blue said as she turned a corner. "And as much as I would like to know too… Never mind we're here." She said as they walked through the doorway that led into the rec. room.
The girls stared in awe at the giant room that surrounded them. In the back left corner multiple flat screen TVs and game systems sat hooked together so that both Autobot and human could enjoy their use. In front of the massive arrays of TVs were multiple couches of varying size and color. In another part of the room was a large kitchen including a stove, a microwave, a few shelves, a dishwasher, both an Autobot sized and a human sized refrigerator, and a wet bar. Also at the back of the room were multiple lounge chairs surrounded by bookshelves containing an array of books ranging from Victorian human literature to Cybertronian art books. In another part of the room sat a few pool tables and other games of that sort such as foosball, but the one thing that had caught Blue's eye was a large door with the word spa room plastered on it.
Suddenly Blue and Yellow noticed that they weren't the only human in the room either. Still playing; and losing, a game of virtual football with Jazz Gold was starting to shout at the television. Dia was at the wet bar putting together an impossibly large sandwich, Ruby was sitting in one of the reclining chairs reading a book on Cybertronian fashion that Tracks had lent him, and Sapphire was asleep in the chair next to Ruby, her head had inadvertently fallen on his shoulder.
"Hey Yellow!" Yellow instantly turned around after recognizing the voice. Red was coming near her.
Yellow began to panic, turning around she quickly began shoving Blue back out the doorway. "Hey let's go see Wheeljack!" she quickly said as she successfully began pushing the startled Blue down the hall towards Wheeljack's workshop.
"Wait Yellow!" Red shouted as he ran towards the door, but it was to late the girl was already pushing Blue down the hallway. Red gripped onto the doorway's molding, he knew it would be pointless to pursue her. Even if he caught up to her she would have just come up with an excuse not to talk to him, just like she had every time he got near her.
Noting the dejected look on his friend's face Bumblebee got up from the couch to console his best friend.
"Don't worry about it Red she'll talk to you eventually." Bumblebee said placing his mechanical hand on the small organic shoulder beneath it.
"I don't know Bee, I think I embarrassed her when I kissed her at the dance." Red sighed, "I just want a chance to apologize to her."
"But I thought you liked her?" Bumblebee asked as he tried to make sense of his friend's predicament.
"I do, A lot." Red said, "But she probably doesn't feel the same way, she probably only sees me as an older brother." Red sighed as he thought about Yellow being with anyone but him. Not being able to bare his own thoughts Red walked away from the door slowly.
"Just remember what Prime always says." Bumblebee whispered to his friend, "Never give up hope." He finished as he and Red walked over to the couch to catch the end of Jazz and Gold's game.
Finally coming to a stop Yellow let go if Blue and began wheezing as she tried to catch her breath.
"What the heck Yellow!?" Blue shouted turning on her younger friend, "Why do you keep doing that every time Red gets within ten feet of you?" she asked angrily.
"Because I can't talk to him!" Yellow said her face was deep red from anger and embarrassment.
"What? Why not?" Blue asked confused about why her friend was acting this way.
"Because I don't want him to tell me that that kiss at the dance didn't mean anything!" Yellow wheezed, tears in her eyes.
"Why would he say that?" Blue shouted.
"Because he doesn't like me the way you think he does Blue!" Yellow shouted.
"Yes he does!" The brunette shouted as she grabbed her friend's shoulders.
"Than why was he kissing Misty!!!!?" Yellow asked, tears running down her cheeks. She could easily remember that night three days ago while Optimus was being carried off by the other Autobots Yellow had decided to have a look around and try to figure out who Prime's attacker was. It was when she was looking in the nearby woods that she heard a noise coming from the road, turning around she remembered seeing Red and Misty kissing beneath a nearby streetlight.
"WHAT??" Blue shouted in disbelief, but before she could get any more information the door behind her slid open.
"Why are you two yelling?" Wheeljack asked emerging from his workshop.
The two girls watched Wheeljack work with scared expressions glued to their faces. The engineer had told them he was working on Crys' present, but they had become a little worried when he began dragging a small nuclear power generator across his workshop floor and began hooking it up to a simple curling iron.
"Um…Wheeljack? Wouldn't it be safer to just use a new battery?" Blue asked a little scared.
"Hmmm. Maybe, but this will ensure that the hair is curled in record time!!" Wheeljack shouted as he went back to soldering the power cable to the iron.
Looking over at Yellow who was still wiping tears away from her eyes Blue proceeded with her plan for the absent minded engineer.
"Oh Wheeljack! Is there any possible way you could tell us what happened to Optimus at the dance? Please?" Blue said in her sweetest most innocent sounding voice.
Wheeljack was so busy soldering he didn't even realize what he said until it was too late.
"Oh yeah. It was the Matrix or something like that."
"What's the Matrix?" Blue asked suddenly very interested.
"I should not have said that! Should not have said that." Wheeljack said mimicking a certain half giant almost perfectly.
"Wheeljack? What's the Matrix?" Yellow asked a little worried about her partner's tone of voice and actions.
"NOTHING! I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know any Matrix!" the Autobot shouted as he hoarded the girls toward the door.
"But you just said…" Blue began, but she was cut off as Wheeljack shoved them out the door.
"Sorry! I'm very busy! Got to go!" he said shutting and locking the door.
Enraged Blue got up to pound on the door but was cut off again, but not by Wheeljack but by the alarm that suddenly began blaring.
"WARNING! WARNING!" the voice of the Ark's main computer Teletraan 1 rang out, "DECEPTICON ACTIVITY DETECTED IN THE HOENN REGION! REPEAT! DECEPTICON ACTIVITY DETECTED IN THE HOENN REGION!"
Author's Note: Yeah now that I have read over it I noticed some things don't flow quite so well but these thing happen plus it's only my opinion, but you can share your opinions with me by reviewing!!
