I do not own Transformers. I do not own Portal Two, or any quotes resembling quotes from Portal Two.
Also, here is the second installment! Please do not expect me to continuously update at this rate. Chapter length will likely increase, for reasons that you may perceive for yourself as they come out. So please - Read and enjoy.
Medical Override
Designation: Ratchet, Autobot Chief Medical Officer
Purpose: Data Retrieval
Access: **********
… Denied.
Medical Override
Designation: Ratchet, Autobot Chief Medical Officer
Purpose: Data Retrieval
Access: **********
… Denied.
Medical Override
Designation: Raindrop, Medic in Training
Purpose: Leader's Request
Access: **********
… Granted.
Such is the silence of space. I am alone, again. And yet, I'm not. I can never be alone, as long as I can feel my family on the other end of these bonds. It is, however, torture, no matter how a bot may look at it. My name is Firefly, and this is my story.
They were in a ship. Two femmes sat beside him, both as lost and bewildered as he. Their leader was a black and red femme, and the other one, black, silver, and pale blue in coloring, was his other sister. He looked down at himself now, at the black and deep green, emerald like in color.
They were so colorful! The other bots they'd seen weren't nearly as colorful, taking dull blacks and greys. Would they lose their color when they got older?
The green mech, her brother, looked over at her, a faintly panicked expression on his face.. Their leader, the ruby femme, was standing up, her little winglets twitching as she looked out at the others. Her own sapphire form made her way toward the pretty green on his frame.
What was he panicking for? She chirped the inquiry, head tilted to the side, her own little winglets twitching in curiosity.
A hurried chirp returned to her, as he pointed at the dull mechs in the room, before pointing at his own emerald tone, and then her own sapphire coloring. The ruby femme was still standing, leaning against the side of their little imprisonment, trying to catch somebody's attention.
The sapphire femme chirped, deciding to ignore the emerald mech's panic, and gestured toward the ruby femme. Maybe they should help their leader?
None of the bigger bots were paying any attention to them! They didn't know what was going on! It wasn't fair! Who was taking the attention away from them? Why did they have to sit here like this?
A ruby-plated hand shot out of the little tub they were in, trying to catch the arm of a pale grey and white mech. He dodged out of the way, sending a soft smile at the little sparklet before heading back to the front of the ship.
What was so special about the front of the ship? Why were they so ignored in favor of the front of the ship? When a pair of sapphire hands gripped the edge of the tub beside her, she chirped her distress to her sister, before trying to get the attention of a dull black and grey femme passing by.
With a determined chirp, the ruby femme glanced determinedly at him, as he finally stood up to join the two femmes, as his sapphire sister sent an encouraging chirp to him.
The ruby one, the leader, was chirping, gesturing, trying to convey a plan… To get their creators? Or just to get some attention? No… She wanted to see the front. Wanted to see what was so important up there.
That… Was, admittedly, more interesting than whether or not they'd lose their pretty colors when they got older. Definitely more… Active.
With a chirp, he obliged to her plan.
Sapphire hands grasped the air between herself and her leader, who was now sprawled on the floor, in pain. They had, however, caught the attention of a mech from the back, so the plan wasn't all in vain.
He was a deep blue and a slate gray in coloring, with a slender, artful pair of wings on his back. Her emerald brother squealed with joy, seeing that not everybody was a dull coloring, not everybody was wingless and plain. She was glad that that was resolved.
The mech reached down to grab the ruby femme, a worried look on his face as her scooped her up and held her. This was their mech creator, wasn't it?
The pain was terrible! Why did the ground hit her like that? Was she not allowed to see the front? Her black and ruby form curled in on itself, before being scooped up into her mech creator's hands. Suddenly a wave of calm swept over her. It wasn't her calm, though… Was it his? She tugged on this calm, and identified it as her mech creator's, before sending back a wave of panic, followed by a twinge of relief. They weren't being ignored, they were just out of the way. She understood a bit better now.
It still hurt, but she chirped a couple of times at her siblings to let them know that she was all right.
She let out a surprisingly frustrated chirp. Why did her sister get attention and not her? Soon another bot, a gold and red femme, trotted over to their position, doting over their leader before peaking over to the sapphire and emerald sparklets, carefully grabbing them and holding them, to make sure they, too, got attention.
So we end the first entry. You didn't expect me to start with the action, did you? I suppose this log could have continued, since we aren't going anywhere… Well, we are going somewhere, alarmingly fast actually, but since we aren't busy other than that… I suppose I can't spend too much time starting off this log as opposed to watching… Where I'm going…
Thank you for reading! Please, if you have any comments, questions, concerns, or otherwise, review or shoot me a message. Reviews will be addressed at the end of the next chapter, and messages will be replied to as possible. Please hang on for log entry two!
~ Seekerwing
