Shadow:. Hey everyone here is another story!! Don't worry the others are just on temporary hold, they will be continued.
Darkwave:. Hey what do you think your doing!? Your not finished with my story yet, Get to writing human!
Shadow:. What the?! What are you doing here Wave your not even in this story Get out!
Darkwave:. Your not going to leave me hanging..I got Fans that are waiting on me!
Shadow:. .:Twitch:. Take care folks and enjoy the chapter, I have a Cybertronian to dismantle...
Darkwave:. Yeah You and what army...?
Ratchet:. I would be glad to offer my assistance.
Darkwave:. "..." .:Flees:.
Ratchet:. Shadow does not own Transformers.. Thank Primus..
Hi, My name is Jessica Miller.
Well… It was at one time anyway.
I am now called Wingblade…or annoying pain in the aft... depends on who you ask…
According to Prowl, Wingbade as close as a translation as there is in English…
Just in case you find a translator you can't bite my head off.
Cause ya Know.. Right now my Cybertroinain is kinda lacking…
If you want to sit for a while, I have been charged to tell you my story.
Don't worry it's not my life story...
Most of that I hardly remember.
Those of you who are rolling your eyes saying.
"Oh my God not another one…"
No it wasn't my idea...
Nor do I have much of a choice in the matter…
When you have a giant alien robot standing over you to make sure you do as your told,
You learn real quick to do what he wants,
Or your liable to get restricted to the med bay for a cycle, with either a dent or a lump on the back of your head for talking back to the CMO…
In my case a very big and painful lump…
Believe me you don't want to be stuck in the Med bay with a cranky old medic…
Anyways I come from a small planet called Earth
I know, I know..."Why call a Planet Earth you might as well just call it planet Dirt..."
It wan't my Idea so don't ask.
My home world is several many hundreds of light years away from here.
Am I going to give you the exact location?
Frag no!
For all I know you could be a Decepticon...
Though if you are, I haven't the froggiest idea as to why you would be reading something like this…
Oh and by the way,
if you are a Decepticon...
You just set off silent alarm and in a few moments the you will be meeting some friends of mine...
and lets just say they wont be to happy seeing you...
In their med bay...
On an Autobot ship...
That You where not invited onto...
See where I'm getting at?
I'm about 5'1 with platinum waist length blond hair,
I look to be about 16 or 17 but I'm a bit older then that, with glowing green eyes…
Yes, you heard me correctly my eyes glow.
It's from the energon I have to take in order to stay alive.
If I'm in a dark enough room you can see the energon glowing threw my veins.
It's kinda cool but kinda creepy at the same time.
My skin is almost normal, if normal skin could harden to diamond consistency When I feel I'm about to get slagged…
Or when I'm so angry that all coherent thought flies out the airlock...
The skin on my back along my spine unfolds into a pair of 9 ft silver metal "feathered" plate wings and small built in twin thrusters.
Kinda makes me look like I'm carrying a thin book bag around...
The feathered plates are as sharp as razors, and indavidualy about as long as my hand.
It kinda hurts to unfold them but not to badly…
I love to fly so I suck it up and drive on.
I don't remember much of my last day on Earth, or when I first met the Autobots…
But I remember my first encounter with a Red eyed Cybertronian like a vivid nightmare…
I had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time happens when you have trouble getting to sleep at 2 AM,
and Earth just happened to have something the Decepticons wanted….
Energy to be converted to Energon.
Both the Autobots and Decepticons are looking for it, it's what all Cybertronians need to live off of.
But only the Decepticons will take it from a planet that already has sentient life on it…
After killing or enslaving the other life forms first…
Though most prefer the killing part.
If you ever see two giant robots trying to rip each others head off, just keep walking.
Don't draw any attention to yourself what so ever.
You most likely won't live to tell the tale…
I wish someone had given me that wee bit of info before I decided to stick my nose into something that wasn't any of my business.
All I remember from that night is seeing these two Giant Robots wailing at each other.
One had bright blue eyes and the other blood red.
It was todark to see what color they where.
Both of them where making enough nose to wake the dead.
It made me wonder why no one else had come out to investigate.
The red eyed one had just knocked the other back in to a vacant lot.
I'm not sure what I did to draw it's attention but it's head turned and stared right at me.
I tried to get away, but when the thing your trying to escape from is as tall as a three to four story house then you don't have much of a chance.
Every now and then I can still feel the sharp claws cutting into my flesh as it squeezed the life out of me.
I remember the sound and feeling of bones cracking and popping out of place.
The metal monstrosity's laughter drowned out my screams of pain,
as my life'blood trickled between it's claw like fingers the sound vibrating threw my head.
The last thing I remember of that night, was a flash of blue and the pressure on my body releasing followed by the weightless feeling of falling…
After that I had to practically twist Wheeljack's arm off.
((Not literally mind you.))
In order to get him to tell me what happened after that.
Apparently, I had hit the ground after he had blasted the Decepticon off-line, and was close to off-lining myself.
The Decepticon had stolen a container of experimental nanobots from the engineer, when he ambushed him not long after crash landing on the planet.
The container had been damaged during the fight and I ended up landing in a puddle of the things when I hit the ground.
After beating the Con' in to a pile of scrap metal.
((Who's designation I later discovered was Sideways))
The mech decided to take me back with him to study my species, and the affects of the nanobots where having my systems.
Humans had fascinated him since landing on our planet.
He had downloaded every thing the internet had on humans.
However much good that did him…
The nanobots where flowing threw my veins changing me bit by bit even then.
He couldn't just leave me to die, or let the Decepticons get their claws on the nanobots…
From what Sideswipe told me Ratchet almost reformatted Wheeljack into a maintenance droid,
after he pulled me from a compartment in Wheelejack's chassis.
They had to pull him out off Earth's orbit when the Mech had gone into stasis lock.
He had miss judged the amount of energy needed to get free of Earths gravity...
And turned out he didn't have the energy necessary to reach his ship.
The only thing that kept me from death was the nanobots and the air tight compartment in the Mech's altform.
I remember waking up to cold, pain and impossibly bright lights.
I nearly had a heart attack when Ratchet stepped in between the light and me.
I remember jumping up only to crash back down.
That's when I found out I had a broken leg…
Let me tell you trying to stand on a broken leg is NOT fun…
Don't try it.
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had a good laugh at my expense, when Ratchet had to hold me down to repair my leg.
The nanobots had repaired my ribs, one of my arms and the rest of my more vital injuries…
The Nanobots had run out of energy and could only repair my most of my hurts…
Wheeljack and Ratchet explained to me later that the nanobots needed energon to function and since they now kept me alive...
I had to consume energon as well…Yuck…
Once I calmed down…
More like I was to tired to fight the Medics fingers that held me down…
I met Optimus Prime and the rest of the Autobots that where in the Med bay…
Mainly Sideswipe, His twin Sunstreaker, Ironhide, Prowl, and of course Wheeljack and Ratchet…
For about a month I thought I was dreaming.
In an insane asylum wigging out on drugs,
or I was in hell...
It took and a Decepticon attack, a rap upside the head by one of Ratchet's fingers, and my first dose of energon for me to realize it was all real.
Sadly they couldn't return me to Earth.
The nanobots where changing me to quickly for Ratchet to let me out of his sight.
The Autobot's would not endanger Earth to return.
Regardless of the abundant energy found there.
That is my story of how I ended up with the Autobots,
Up until now that is….
So sit back and enjoy...
Please do not throw rotten vegetables, fruit or expired energon.
It with just damage the screen.
***
I ran down the corridor as fast as I could.
My soft booted feet skidding across the metal floor only to cause me to bounce off the other wall when ever I took a corner to fast.
I could feel the floor panels vibrate as the red and white Mech behind me drew closer.
" Jessica Miller get your aft back here this instant!"
"Frag no!"
I was in it deep this time.
Ratchet only called me by my human name when he was really ticked off.
There was no way I was going to sit there and let them pour that crap down my throat…
Even if I was capable to consume energon that way now…
Fricken Nanobots…
If you have ever had an Iv and had been able to taste the saline as it was pumped into your veins,
then you almost know what it is like.
Now take the saline and switch it with liquid electricity with the consistency of motor oil add several rusted pennies and there you go…
I looked over my shoulder and watched as Ratchet slowed down and come to a stop glaring after me as I laughed in victory.
Ha ha! No nasty energon today!
My laughter slowly died when a strange smirk covered The CMO's face plates as he crossed his arms.
"Aw crap he's going to shoot me with that glue stuff!"…
Ironhide and an Autobot named Preceptor, created a substance that acted like a fire retardant mixed with superglue.
The two had created it to keep me from running off when I didn't want to do something.
Or stopping me from doing something I wasn't supposed to do..
For a while my size was very helpful when I wanted to escape from the Med bay.
The corridors on the ship where big enough for two medium sized Bots to walk side by side and with lots of hidden corners.
It's quite funny to watch a Mech the size of Ironhide or Ratchet so slam in to a wall
As I fly along the ceiling only to cut a sharp right or left turn at the last second…
Well it was funny till I got plastered at the end of the hall the first time they used the glue…
I can promise you I wasn't laughing then…
The stuff as it dried would hardened like steel making it impossible for someone of my size to break out of.
The look on Ratchets face did not abode well with me,
I put as much speed as I could to get to the next corner…
TBC...
Shadow:. Well there ya Go I hope I got all the typos and mistakes out of there... I waited for two months after Messaging several Beta Readers but sadly only one responded...
Darkwave:. It's probably cause they Have a life..ulike someone I know...
Shadow:. Wave Your still here?... I though Ratchet was dismantling you...
Darkwave:. Jessica er Wingblade isn't the only femme who can escape from med bay.
Ratchet:. DARKWAVE get back in here!!!!
Darkwave:. Er... Gotta go .:Flees:.
Shadow:. I'm being stalked by my own creation...She's almost as bad as Sunstreaker... anyone that reads this nd would like to beta for spelling, punctuation, grammar, and assist in the plot please feel free to leave me a meassage... Take care everyone.
Shadow signing out...