I don't own transformers, I just own the OC's
Klik- under a second-second
Breem- 8.3 minutes-minute
Joor- 6 hours-hour
Orn- 2 weeks-day
Vorn- 83 years-year
Poke poke, poke poke, Ghost's optics unshuttered to meet a two blobs of royal blue. As her vision cleared, Sonicflare poked her helm again. Her grin reminded her of the Cheshire Cat from Alice and Wonderland. But in this case, very real, and very crazy.
"Morning sleeping beauty!" She sat down on the ground, fingering the horns that came from the top her helm. "I hate to interrupt your precious beauty sleep, but-"
"I'm only going to ask this once: How did you get in?" Ghost gave her the even stare she made her look so like the older sister, who Sonicflare just so loved to annoy. Of course, Blackdragon never threatened to shoot her for waking the black femme up. Ghost on the other hand had, twice. Even though Sonicflare had seen her friend's aim, she knew, almost no one could miss at point blank range. She's had a bet with Smokescreen since she joined the war that a single red and white seeker could miss a shot at Megatron from point blank range.
Sonicflare grinned, pointing to the door. "You'll be surprised how much a CD collection can get you some info! That mech,Jazz, never saw me! But I gotta say... this music is awesome!" Ghost groaned, not just at her friend, but Sonicflare's overall attitude since they came here had been it's same sassy bravado... but she acts like it all the time now, like she used to be before Ultra Magnus made her clean the whole control room. Lets just say that fire retardant foam and a control panel full of sensitive equipment is a bad choice.
Ghost looked from the open door, then back to her friend. She realized that Sonic's servos were covered in sparkly particles and ribbon scraps and a bottle of glue were on the ground, empty. She then, looked at herself: pink ribbons and glitter. Pink, the one color that she hates! Her glare went to Sonicflare, who took had to a step back from laughing so hard. Then stopped, looked at Ghost's evil looking gold optics, and bolted.
oOoOo
Blackdragon was sitting in the recreation room when Sonicflare stormed in and ducked behind the black femme.
"Blackie, she's gonna kill me!" Her voice was a mix between laughter and fear, Blackdragon frowned at her. If she had gotten into the high grade again... She was interrupted as a pink, and sparkly form stormed in. She would either purge or burst out into laughter. Her baby sister, was almost invisible under the mass of pink ribbons and her helm was smeared in glitter. Ghost had subspaced her proton rifle, her optics locked on the orange femme hiding behind her. Blackdragon smirked, standing, revealing Sonicflare and Ghost took aim.
"What? But Blackie-"
"Well, she is my sister. You set yourself up for this one." She turned to her sister, who was still glaring at her friend. "You know you won't shoot her, much less hit her."
Ghost looked at her sister, and gave her a grin. "I know, but it was nice to chase her. But now, I need some solvent..." Blackdragon clasped a servo on her sister's helm making good use of their height difference, and smiled.
"Lets see if Ratchet has any."
"Don't tell me that the the twins-" Ratchet brandished a wrench, and both femmes took a step back, they both know the pain that thing causes. But Blackdragon straightened.
"Wasn't the twins, haven't seen them at all actually. This," She gestured to her sister, "Was Sonicflare's doing." In that moment, Ratchet spued words that made Ironhide look like a saint.
"Remind me, never let those three get within a five mile radius of each other." He rooted around in a large medical cabinet, and came back with a jar of solvent. "Don't use all of this, we don't have a lot of it left."
Ghost nodded, "Thank you..."
Ghost had been able to clean off the pink...stuff, and managed to get Prowl's office in time to report for her shift. The black and white Datsun stared at her, not many Autobots came to their shift on time.
"You may start with Ironhide to learn about the base facilities with Sonicflare and your sister." He handed Ghost a datapad, she quickly scrolled through it's contents to find that it's a map of the Arc.
"This ship has five levels?!" She handed the datapad to her sister, Sonicflare looked over the femme's shoulder to look. Blackdragon didn't look surprised, then again, she does deal with Sonicflare on a daily basis.
"It would make sense. Although, the datapad advises us not to go into the deepest part of the- Where's Sonicflare?" Both of them looked around, there was no sign of the flame orange chatteriod.
"Scrap." Ghost muttered, then shrugged. "We'll meet up with her later. Let's find 'Hide."
oOoOo
Once they explored most of the base, Ironhide was about to take the two femmes back to the rec. room, when a loud bomb rang out down the hall. Expecting a decepticon, Blackdragon subspaced her blaster and charged. Ghost followed after. He shook his head slightly with a sigh, they had a lot to learn.
The explosion came from Wheeljack's lab, and Wheeljack, was the first 'Bot Blackdragon pointed her blaster at. Ghost ran in after her, fists ready. Perceptor and Sonicflare were covered in soot, and the grimy orange femme was knocked out cold.
"Uhh, 'Dragon? What's going on?" Ghost looked at her sister, who seemed to be struggling to answer that on her own. Luckily for Wheeljack, she put her blaster back into her subspaced and help the inventor up to his pedes. "What even happened here?!"
"Slight miscalibration with a test generator." Wheeljack chuckled, both femmes stared at him in horror.
"You call this..." Blackdragon frowned.
"A miscalibration?! The thing exploded!" One of Ghost's optics twitched violently. Blackdragon watched as her sister held her helm as if she had a helmache.
"Go back to your quarters Ghost," She turned her very unhappy glare back to the Wheeljack. "I'm going to have a word with this one."
oOoOo
As she walked back to her room, Ghost pulled another picture from her subspace. This was a newer picture of her...and her old teammates. Three mechs, and her and another femme, a green mech, the teams medic by the name of Swiftstrike, sat back to back with his twin brother Stormrider who was a lightning blue color. The last mech, a bulky warrior who came close to Optimus's height, Nightblade for his nightmare black armor and the massive blade he had strapped to his back. He had Ghost and Techna, a bright red femme, and their technology expert, on his shoulders. All of them were dirty and covered in grime.
This was after their last mission, infiltrating a laboratory to destroy a neutron generator that the lab's owner was to sell to Kaon. The mission went on without a problem and they completed it with ease. Then, they started disappearing. Techna was first, and found offlined soon after. The twins were next, Ghost bit back sobs as she remembered the medbay. Her ex-leader, lying there, optics flickering in and out. The medics were right, they couldn't save him.
She stuffed the photo back into her subspace, spinning on her pedes and headed for the training room.
oOoOo
"Hello, earth to Blackdragon. Hellooo~" Blackdragon snapped out of her thoughts and stared at Sonicflare with a frown. The orange femme was glaring at her for some reason. Her arms crossed as if she waited for an answer.
"Hmm?" Blackdragon tilted her head, she watched as her teammates shoulders sagged in distaste. Sonicflare growled in annoyance.
"Where's Ghost? I checked her quarters and that was a no go." She pouted. Primus, why does she always have to pout like that? "I figured I'd try the training room, but I don't know where it is."
Blackdragon groaned. "You would have known where it was if you hadn't run off earlier!"
"Hey, don't mess with my curiousity. Besides, I really didn't feel like going to a whole bunch of places when I can just go to one room, get nearly blown up, and have fun!" She grinned at the last part. Blackdragon growled with a "Follow me." and started walking. Sonicflare trailing behind like a lost puppy.
Sure enough, Ghost was in the training room, which had rearranged itself it mimic a maze, with a lot of dead ends. Curious, Sonicflare glanced at the control panel.
"She placed the difficulty on hard?! Does she have a death wish?" She looked at Blackdragon in disbelief. The black femme was leaning against the overlooking window, watching the white form inside twist and turn through the obstacles. She smirked, for Ghost, this scenario was perfect.
"Ghost can handle it, she may have a few challenges. But she can handle it." The door to the overlook opened with a swish and Jazz and Prowl walked inside.
"How was the tour?" Jazz grinned, as if it was some kind of inside joke. Blackdragon nodded to them and gave the saboteur a weary thumbs up, and continued to watch the training session. The visored mech looked down in time to see Ghost kick a drone right into a wall.
oOoOo
Ghost put the last training drone into a headlock. She hadn't tried it in forever, but she shoved the drones head straight into a wall with all her strength, making the drone's head crush like a tin can against the concrete. She looked up at the overlooking window. Sonicflare and her sister were standing there along with...dear Primus, she bit her glossa. She shuttered her optics for a moment, and she wasn't in the training room anymore.
oOoOo
A small group of Autobots were waiting for the training session to be done. Stormrider and their new recruit, Ghost, were facing off. Stormrier had resigned himself to a pillar that overlooked the room, and was shooting the training rounds at the rookie, who was weaving in and out of his scope behind walls or rumble.
Swiftstrike watched her in distaste. "No offence Nightblade, but, why choose her for our team?" The question gained him a laugh from his leader, Nightblade was known by many for his carefree attitude, how he got to be a leader, only Primus knows why.
"We needed someone who was skilled in close combat, see, watch." He pointed back to the field, where Ghost was runningup the pillar that held his twin. She grabbed the ledge, spun, kicking the sniper rifle out of Stormrider's hands. "She was trained by Ironhide, of all mechs."
Swiftstrike flinched as a loud thud sounded. He turned back to see Ghost holding his twin in a headlock, from behind with his own rifle.
"Yield! I yield already!" Ghost released her grip and turned to face the glaring mech. Her grin was obvious to the three Autobots watching, and they also knew how must Stormrider hated to lose. "Who the frag do you think you are?!" He shoved her away when she tried to offer him a servo. He started to storm off when her servo clasped on his shoulder.
"I was going to tell you good job, but if you put it that way, no thanks glitch face." She turned away from him. He snarled at her.
"Yeah, like I need your approval, slag head." The insult stopped the femme in her tracks, she spun on her pedes and stormed back to Stormrider. He gasped in shock as her clenched servo punched him right in the jaw plate, the blow was strong enough to knock himself back a few feet and on his aft. He held the spot where the hit landed, and yanked his servo back. Glaring daggers at the femme he was supposed to call a teammate.
He snarled as he launched to his feet, about ready to strike her back. A silver servo grabbed and lifted both of them off their pedes: Nightblade, and he was ticked off. Whenever the large black mech was mad, you wouldn't want to be anywhere near him. Techna and his twin were behind him, both flinched as the black mech knocked the two's heads together. He nodded to Techna, who handed a set of cuffs.
Their leader slapped it around one set of their servos with a growl. "Until you two learn who to act as a team, you'll both be stuck in those."
"What?!" Both yelled in unison, shooting to their feet. Ghost turned to glare at the blue mech she was cuffed to, Stormrider, gladly returned the glare. "This is your fault!" They were cut off by Nightblade, who picked them both up by the armor collar. His piercing green eyes gave off one word, enough. Both of them stopped their argument. They were both equally frightened of the mech that held them.
Ghost optics fluttered open as she held helm. "Owww..." She sat up, she was in her quarters. Her sister sat in the chair by her desk, and another, visored mech leaned against the wall. Blackdragon leaned forward, handing her a energon cube.
"Drink this." She leaned back in the chair, her chopper wings pricked up in awareness. Ghost cast Jazz an embarrassed look as she sipped from the cube. "You want to explain to me what-"
"No." Ghost sipped at her cube, avoiding any conversations. Her optics kept flickering up at the first lieutenant, who had not moved from his spot on the wall. She propped herself on her servo. She rubbed her forehelm to ease the pain. Blackdragon leaned forward again, her distaste obvious.
"How long were you in there?" Ghost avoided her sister's gaze.
"Two... three hours max." She looked up to see Blackdragon hold her helm in her hand.
"Ghost your are that much of an idiot." She muttered, but she was right. Jazz, quickly inclined to change the mood, spoke.
"Yeah, but she did one pit of a job, which is the only thing that matter's in my book." Ghost's face plate turned red with heat and she looked away quickly. Blackdragon almost cracked a smile, Sonicflare was right, she liked the mech. And from what she could tell, Jazz liked her too.
"Alright, you finish that energon then get some more rest." Blackdragon got to her pedes and headed out, Jazz lingered for a klik, then followed. Once he closed the door he turned to the ebony black femme.
"Does that always happen?" He kept his voice low, closely watching Blackdragon's optics. The femme visibly tensed, then took a moment to think. Finally, she let out a long vent of air.
"To tell you the truth, I hardly know... but I got the feeling it's both complicated and that Ghost doesn't want anyone to know. She was-" She stopped herself, scrap! "It's nothing." She practically raced down the hall back her own quarters, leaving Jazz behind with a curious expression.
Hooray! We're finally getting into Ghost's "problems" and boy, she has a lot. Maybe Blackie knows something...
