I know, time skip right away, but what can I say? The chapters need some important thing to teach you more about my little OC. I also went to Winter Jam yesterday and it was amazing! I'm seriously surprised I'm not partially deaf, although I am listening to music right now and it kinda hurts. Also, because I'm trying to make these chapters fairly long, it may be a week or so between updates depending on how much free time and muse I have. I know, sorry, but I'm still in middle school. But, summer vacation is only 4 months away! Yay! Holy Primus that rhymes... not good.
solarflare101: Thank you! And no worries, this will be a full blown story, not a one shot.
Nyghtflower-Pack: Thank you for the review! The second movie will probably be altered ever so slightly to incorporate Kenna's secrets but should pretty much stay the same. And if I told you my plans with Jazz that would just ruin the story, now wouldn't it? *smirks evilly*
Autobotsrawesome: First off, totally agree with your name. Second, here's the chapter.
"Time to wake up." Kenna's eyes shot open and she bolted from her berth taking an automatic battle stance. Lennox jumped back, his hands held in surrender. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down Kenna, it's me!" Kenna blinked twice before recognition flashed in her eyes and a scowl formed on her face.
"Aye yai yai, Lennox. I though I told you not to do that. I get up at a certain time and that's the only time I can get up at without almost murdering someone." Lennox chuckled and shook his head. He turned around and went to leave the room but paused at the doorway. Kenna quickly noted he was only wearing army greens and black combat boots with his dog tags.
"As usual you don't need to do anything, just try and stay out of the working soldiers way." Kenna nodded and followed him out of the room only she turned to the right to take a shower. As she entered the bathroom her thoughts travelled to last night and the past three months she's been here. It was hard when Sam and Mikaela had to leave, which meant Bumblebee had to leave too. She would openly admit that the young Autobot had grown on her. Yet how couldn't he? He was just so darn cute! She was pretty lonely for, even now three months later, she was still the only female. On the entire island. That Casperson person hadn't visited again since his first day and Kenna didn't mind. Her hardest day yet was when Jazz was given a proper burial ceremony. Sure he was given his final respects, but it was much harder to communicate with him. For three days she was in her side of the barracks and only Optimus could convince her to come out. And even then he was only just able to. There was a good chance her reaction led to some suspicions but the soldiers were kind enough to leave it alone and not bother her.
Kenna hopped in the nearest shower that she used everyday and turned the heat up full blast. Last night's dream came back to haunt her and she shivered despite the heat. It was really freaky. At the beginning both her and Megatron were laying on the ground outside their hideout and watching the sunset. Kenna, in her robotic form, was lying her head on his chest and staring at the beautiful colors while he absently stroked her helm. At one point he stopped then apologised profusely about some important business matter that was calling him. She let him go but not before making him swear he would come back as soon as possible. And so, with her knees to her chest, arms wrapped around, and chin lying on top she waited. And waited. And waited. Soon she was watching the destruction of Cybertron before her very optics, yet she could do nothing about it. She could move nothing but her optics as she watched young Orion grow into Optimus Prime and Megatron from the kind spark he was into the ruthless and power hungry leader of the Decepticons. The worst part, she still couldn't move or speak. Then a massive object was jettisoned into space, followed closely by Megatron and later by Optimus. Then she was alone. Cybertron slowly died, it's once beautiful cities crumbled to dust, its massive oceans dried up, even its two moons seemed to struggle to rise every night. But Cybertron would not die. She made sure of it. She fed it her energy while somehow creating her own. She made sure it continued to cycle energon to its most vital and important parts. She made sure it got a constant supply. But soon, she herself grew unstable. While she was filling Cybertron with energy she was also replenishing its stability. For unbeknownst to all but two, Cybertron was sentient. He was a magnificent being, who was home to Cybertronians and was destroyed by them. He felt their pain, sorrow, sadness, joy, kindness, and power hungriness. And yet he took it all in, never once releasing it. Until Kenna forced it out of him. There she sat, staring at the beautiful sunset yet again, her final bit of sanity disappearing, and then blackness. Cybertron, the person she was trying to keep alive, gave up. But not without parting words.
"You are an Elite." Now, sitting at the bottom of the shower with lobster red skin and a dazed look, she felt that earlier instability creeping in. That made her wonder, was the dream a memory? Or was it just that; a dream and her mind was trying to recreate it. And what was an Elite? Kenna shook her head and stood, shutting off the water and stepping out. She made her own clothes appear for the first time in a month and dressed in her al black outfit. Black shirt, pants, combats, trench coat, and now dog tags. She had no idea where they came from but she made sure to wear them every day. Quickly throwing her hair into a messy braid she walked out of the berth and towards the Med Bay. She had everybot's schedule memorized and Ratchet was the only one free today. She walked to the hangar door and snuck in. Ratchet, now accustomed to her visits, always had the door open a crack so she could sneak in. When she entered Ratchet was nowhere in sight meaning he was in his office. In the three months of being here the room changed quite a bit. Nothing unnecessary was on the floor and there were more berths. Kenna had wondered why there were so many until Ratchet informed her three 'Bots were going to arrive soon. and if she remembered correctly, soon meant tomorrow.
Kenna stood under the middle berth and crouched, her muscles tensing, before jumping. Her special strength allowed her to easily reach the height of the berth and land safely on top. Her shoes barely made a clang and her hair wasn't ruffled. She walked to the middle and sat down cross-legged and stared at Megatron's body. Ratchet had finally decided to stop pestering her about it and resigned to the fact that she would tell him why she did it when she was ready. Her eyes rarely blinked and never left Megatron's body as her brain struggled to decipher the dream. Then she finally understood. The instability, the weakness, was caused by loneliness. She never once admitted it, nether in her dream or real life, but she was lonely. Her spark was taking quite a beating from constantly seeing the two in some dreams then being ripped away from them.
"Slaggit Kenna! I told you don't climb the berths!" Ratchet's sudden exclamation caused Kenna to let out a small squeak and jump to her feet. She spun around and upon recognizing Ratchet calmed. She sighed but didn't say 'don't sneak up on me!' because she knew he would ignore her.
"Sorry," she mumbled. She then saw the modified datapad in his hand. "How's it working for you?" After that one day of bonding Kenna would always go to Ratchet if everyone else were busy. They became quite close and soon he was teaching her about Cybertronian technology. On one particular day his datapad shorted out in the middle of his work. He wouldn't stop grumbling so Kenna just grabbed it, ripped its back off, and went into this weird half-in half-out state until she repaired it. When she finished it worked just like a datapad on Cybertron had. Ratchet stared at it for the longest time before switching his gaze to her and asking her how she did it. She replied honestly, saying she had no idea. Now he looked up from the device before setting it down and turning it off.
"It's working fine." Kenna nodded before sitting down again. Ratchet easily noticed the troubled look on her face and was slightly surprised. Although she was open with the 'Bots, she never showed weaknesses. He sighed and gently picked her up, brining her to optic level. "What's troubling you?" His voice seemed to snap her out of a trance she entered in two seconds before she blinked heavily. Then she did something Ratchet would've never expected. She cried. Full blown sobs, though she muffled them in her knees. After recovering from the initial shock Ratchet brought the girl close to his spark and cradled her. He also enhanced the sound of his spark, as was a parenting protocol that everybot had, but quickly went to turn it down thinking it would do nothing. He was surprised much more when she calmed greatly and pressed up against his chest, seeming to hunt for the source of the sound. When she was directly in front of his spark she stopped and smiled, getting into a comfortable position and keeping her eyes closed. She seemed to be trying to fall asleep. Ratchet couldn't help but stare. She was acting so much like a sparkling, and it was actually nice. His kind hadn't seen one in ages, the youngest of them being Bumblebee. And the more Ratchet stared, the more physical attributes she seemed to share with a youngling who would visit him many millennia ago. An orphan that lived on the streets by the name of Gold. She became quick friends with him even though he seemed cranky, and she would come to him when she was having emotional problems. One particular night she came in crying her optics out. Luckily that was a free night for him and he was able to ask what was wrong, to which she replied she had a nightmare. When asked to explain she said it was of when her parents were killed. He was shocked but shoved it aside to calm the little femme. She clung to him and searched for his spark the same way Kenna did, and now Ratchet grew suspicious.
Before he could contemplate further Ironhide walked in at looked straight at the girl.
"What did you do this time?" Ratchet glared at him as Kenna shifted slightly. Her eyes opened slowly then closed but quickly snapped open again. She slowly backed out of her little cocoon and looked up at Ratchet.
"Sorry. Again," she muttered. Ironhide snorted as he walked over to Megatron's body and started to unshackle it.
"Help me with this." Ratchet glared at him before telling Kenna it was alright and setting her on his shoulder. She looked over at what Ironhide was doing and grew curious.
"What're you guys doing?" Ironhide seemed to ignore her so Ratchet answered.
"Your government doesn't like Megatron's body on their soil so they have prepared a place above the Laurentian Abyss for him." Kenna made a slight 'oh' sound as she watched, though she seemed much more somber. The two mechs quickly got Megatron unshackled and uncovered before getting a good grip on him. Ironhide had the feet and Ratchet the shoulders. Kenna had spun around on her perch on Ratchet's shoulder and would tell him if he was about to run into anything and to warn people to get out of the way. Luckily Ironhide left the door open so that wasn't a problem as the two walked from the Med Bay and down the tarmac to the docks. Despite the battle going on in her spark she couldn't help but be amazed by the large aircraft carrier waiting. Yet soon the battle demanded her attention. Her feelings were all negative and mixed between complete and utter sorrow and agony and anger. But worst of all, she felt she was slowly losing the battle against her instability. Now that Megatron was leaving she would have no contact with him. She would only have the occasional contact with Jazz.
Ratchet and Ironhide ascended the ramp onto the main deck of the ship and carefully set the body down. Although they hated him for what he did, they didn't want to damage the ship. As soon as they set him down they left, but Kenna couldn't help but stare behind at him. She desperately wanted to do what her spark was doing; jump from Ratchet's shoulder and cling to Megatron. But she couldn't. She forced herself to look ahead ad the three walked towards Optimus, Lennox, and Casperson the liaison. Casperson seemed to be demanding something of them and Kenna rolled her eyes but quickly put her passive mask on. As the three came within hearing range they all immediately bristled. Casperson was saying how they needed an escort and representative and whatnot aboard the ship but that wasn't the what made them bristle. It was the way he said it. Acting like a spoiled brat who was used to getting everything he wanted.
"I told you there was supposed to be someone representing the Autobots aboard the ship. Why are you saying there can't be?" he said. Lennox, to his credit, only slightly sighed before answering.
"Sir, you never said anything about an Autobot having to be aboard the ship at the time of the deposit. We would need to recalibrate parts of the ship also if an Autobot came along. It could stay afloat with Ratchet and Ironhide only because they were on there for a few seconds."
"I don't care about that recalibration crap! There needs to be an Autobot aboard that ship!" Kenna chose now to spoke up, and only did so after Ratchet set her on the ground. As much as she would've loved to be intimidating it wouldn't help her.
"Why?" Her voice was calm and her arms were crossed as the liaison spun around in shock. The shock was quickly replaced by anger.
"Why? Because I said so," he growled out. Kenna rose an eyebrow.
"With all due respect, Sir, first off, you're not in charge of the Autobots. You're only the liaison. Second, at first you said someone to represent the Autobots aboard the ship, not an actual Autobot."
"What are you saying?" He was practically snarling right now because he didn't want to admit defeat.
"Why can't Lennox or I be aboard the ship at the time?" Everyone was a bit startled, but only because they realized she was right. Then Lennox spoke up.
"I gotta stay here." Those four words sent her spark racing. More time with Megatron before he would be dumped into an ocean. She'd be able to stay next to him and say it's because she needed to keep an eye on him. While her thoughts were racing in speed with her spark everyone was looking at Lennox like he was crazy. But he was only looking at Kenna who was staring right back at him. Something told him she needed to go, so he said those words. Casperson looked between the two before speaking.
"Fine! She can they're representative if they want." He then stormed off to a waiting chopper which promptly took off. Optimus then spoke.
"Is there a reason you need to stay, Major?" Lennox smirked slightly while still keeping his gaze locked on Kenna's. He saw the raging turmoil, the struggle she was fighting hard to keep to herself. Yet underneath all that, he saw two emotions that for some reason didn't surprise him; love and hope.
"Just had a feeling," he said while shrugging. The two then looked up at Optimus, awaiting his answer. He stared back at them and also noticed the emotions in Kenna's eyes. He was only slightly worried when he felt the same emotions as echoes in his spark, but what worried him most was the fact that she wasn't trying to conceal the emotions. She was letting them show freely, and that allowed him to see a sliver of insecurity trying to grow but being squished by the hope. He couldn't deny her now,
"If that is what you wish, then you may proceed." The hope soared and she could barely keep herself from jumping up and down. The emotions that soared through her were finally noticed however, and everything was clamped down tight.Why did I let my emotions show so easily? Stupid, stupid, stupid! She looked to Lennox who motioned for her to follow. The two walked off to the ship which was half an hour from departing. Optimus sighed heavily as he looked to Ratchet.
"Something's off about her," Ironhide muttered. Ratchet nodded.
"I agree. Just before you came in she burst into tears in my hand. Of course parenting protocols had me enhancing my spark's volume. I went to shut down the enhancer but looked down and noticed she stopped crying. She then pushed herself as far as she could go comfortably before almost falling asleep." Optimus looked at him in surprise.
"She reacted to your spark?" Ratchet nodded.
"I also noticed she looks a lot like Gold." Optimus slightly but still visibly flinched as he remembered her. She had become like a big sister to him and it only solidified when she became his brother's intended. Then she just disappeared. No one knew where she went, and it threw Megatron into the state of downfall before he became power hungry. And now that Ratchet said it, she did seem to have a lot of characteristics in common with Gold. Ratchet and Ironhide walked off to get some work done, or blast stuff in Ironhide's case, while Optimus stood there watching as the ship departed for the Laurentian Abyss. He had a feeling that not only one, but two siblings were leaving him in the trip.
After Lennox had shown her to her room on the ship Kenna sat on the berth and stared at the wall. No windows were on the level so the wall was the next best thing. Then, she let her thoughts wander. She thought back to her previous life that held the best memories. She remembered the time she spent with Megatron and Jazz, the times when Megatron and her were alone, the times when she would teach as much as she could to the tiny Orion, the times she would visit Ratchet and speak with the patients that were in at the time. She remembered when she had to leave to train as a techno-organic and what Megatron asked the night before. Just now the voice echoed.
Will you bond with me? She quickly shook her head to clear the painful memories. But that's when another surfaced, and she remembered her answer. Yes. That's how she felt his pain, and why her spark reached fervently for him. Yet she couldn't help but smile at the memory. Best night of her life. She could almost feel his- no. No, she would not go there. It would hurt far too much. She quickly searched for something else to think of and came up with her dream. It felt like a memory, like she could almost feel Cybertron but he was just out of reach. She also thought of what he said to her. 'You are an Elite.' What the frag is an Elite?
A knock on her door startled her and she quickly got up to answer it. The door opened with little protest which surprised her but she quickly filed it away for future thoughts. There stood a soldier that seemed vaguely familiar.
"Hi there, Chica." The pieces snapped together and a beaming smile appeared on her face.
"Fig! ¿Cómo estás?" Fig smiled before answering.
"Bien. Usted sabe que es hora de comer, ¿no? Usted está comiendo conmigo y Anthony." Kenna's eyes widened in surprise.
"It's time for lunch? Scrap!" Fig chuckled and motioned for her to follow, which she gladly did. Fig led her through the ship as they made small talk. She figured out that at the speed they were going they would reach the Abyss about an hour after lunch tomorrow. She nodded and made a note to see if she could convince the two to eat next to Megatron with her. She also subconsciously memorized the route as Fig's jokes and playful flirting brought he rout of her sour mood. She also noticed her insecurities seemed to be flying away.
The two entered the ship's mess and frowned at the same time when they saw all the tables were taken up. Anthony looked at them apologetically since he was squished between two crewmen who obviously wouldn't let him leave. Fig chuckled and waved it off as Kenna smiled and just waved a quick hello. He waved back with a smile that spoke of his relief before the crewmen dragged him back into the conversation. Her and fig entered the line each grabbing a burger, apple, and water. Then Kenna spoke.
"Are we allowed to eat on the top deck?" Fig nodded, having already taken a bite of his apple, and walked out of the room leading up the steps. They reached the deck and looked around. Both their eyes landed on the spot next to Megatron's body. The silence was strangely tense yet relaxed.
"No me importa si no lo haces." Kenna looked to Fig in surprise and when he looked down was surprised even more when there was a slight underlying tone of fear. She shrugged and started towards the dead Decepticon.
"I don't." She swore she heard a sigh of relief as his footsteps raced after her. The two sat down, Kenna nearest to Megatron with Fig on her left, and ate while watching the ocean pass by. They finished, each of their minds blank, before Kenna spoke. (I'll put the entire conversation in english underneath. It'll be bolded.)
"¿Por qué no se preocupan por estar al lado de Megatron?" Fig sighed and looked down at his necklace that he was fingering.
"Mi madre, que tenía este don. Podía ver las cosas, predecir personalidades o situaciones de peligro de una primera impresión. Tengo ese gen. En Qatar yo sabía que no había terminado. Y cuando miro a él," he motioned towards Megatron. "Siento que hay más a él que a un monstruo cruel y peligroso. Sólo tengo que mirar a los ojos a ser capaz de identificar."
"Why don't you care about sitting next to Megatron?" Fig sighed and looked down at his necklace that he was fingering.
"My mother, she had this gift. She could see things, predict personalities or dangerous situations from a gut feeling. I got that gene. In Qatar I knew it wasn't over. And when I look at him," he motioned towards Megatron. "I feel like there's more to him than a cruel and dangerous monster. I just need to look into his eyes to be able to pinpoint it."
Kenna stared at him, a smile growing on her face. As he glanced at her she looked back towards the ocean and remained silent for a minute.
"Glad to know I'm not the only one," she murmured. After a few more minutes the two started teasing each other, bantering, shoving, got into a small scuffle, and Fig continued to shamelessly flirt. Yet it was just for fun and Anthony pretended to be the overprotective big brother when he finally joined them. The relationship they grew over three months was amazing, and it seemed to happen with Lennox's original team. They could both tell he was wary about Megatron as he kept shooting nervous glances, but by the time the sun was setting and she was laying comfortably across both their laps at their insistence, he was resigned to the fact he was dead.
As her head was on his lap Kenna shifted along with Anthony when he went to check his watch. He then promptly shoved the girl of his lap as he announced to everyone on the deck that it was supper time and ran to the entrance to the lower decks with a playfully stewing Kenna and Laughing Fig trailing him close behind. Kenna grabbed her slice of pizza and water and sat down at the nearest table with Fig and Anthony. Crewmen teased Fig on how he now had a girlfriend and Anthony continued to play the overprotective big brother until a crewmen flirted himself. Then they both became way overprotective big brothers. Kenna laughed at the mans attempts and threw her garbage away before bidding everyone goodnight and receding to her cabin. There she laid, her hands behind her head, her eyes staring unblinking at the ceiling, and her mind wandering to the far reaches of space. She then promptly fell asleep.
First Person Kenna POV:
I awoke with a start, not liking it when I fell asleep without realizing it. Me eyes adjusted and widened when I took in the view. I was staring at a beautiful night sky, but the lights and amazing buildings of a city blocked most of the stars from view. I sat up and looked down at myself, surprised to see shining black armor. I was in my Cybertronian form. I looked at the ground and the loving tug on my spark had me sending my own love to the planet beneath me. I stood up and felt another tug on my spark, this one pulling me in a direction; Ratchet's Med Bay. Without hesitation I started towards the place, nodding at mechs and femmes I knew to be kind. I was within 100 feet of it stopped when I saw Ratchet. He was carrying something towards it and smiled when he saw me. I went to run forward and help him with it but something blew me back.
It took two astroseconds for the sound to reach my ears, and it was horrible. A large and resounding BOOM! that rattled my entire frame. But that's all it did. I landed on my feet and took one look at the burning building before making my decision. I ran full speed into the burning mass, closing my vents and pulling my visor down. I rarely used it, but now was a time. Corpses were strewn everywhere along with body parts and still functioning bots. The carnage didn't affect me, which many would think is sad, as I rushed forward and grabbed the first bot I laid my hands on dragging them out the massive hole in the front. I quickly deposited the now recognizable mech in front of emergency workers before running back inside. I continued on against many protests until the front room was cleared out. I then ran into Ratchet's office with the workers spreading out behind me. The office looked like the center of the explosion and was in shambles. But none of that mattered when I locked my eyes with the two faintly glowing blue ones. I muffled a scream of terror and ran forward, cradling the femme in my arms. I went to move but she stopped me, telling me with her optics to stay here.
I slid my visor up and for once in my life showed my emotion on my face. Energon tears were already streaking down my face as the femme tried to wipe them away. I shook my head and laid my forehead against hers.
"Shh, don't cry. It'll be alright," she whispered hoarsely. I looked up at her in shock.
"Why are you telling me that?" I answered in an equally hoarse whisper. "Stop it. Stop, stop, stop. You're always strong for me. You comfort me in my times of great need, you cuddle me, you tell me stories. You've been my big sister. Please let me be strong for you." She looked at me, keeping the smile up and with laughter in her optics. She nodded once.
"Okay." I smiled and did something she didn't expect. I arched ever so slightly as my chest plates opened slightly. Her expression turned to shock as she tried to push away but I held her firm. A small arc, made entirely out of spark energon, crept out between the crack and waited patiently outside the femme's spark chamber. She sighed, never one to go back on her word, and opened it as much as I did mine. The arc floated in and connected with the dull orb and a bright flash interrupted my vision before I curled protectively around the femme. The last thing we both saw was Ratchet's horrified form running toward us.
I again woke with a start and whimpered. Ratchet looked up and rushed forward and cradled me, but I wasn't lonely in that way. I wasn't afraid of all the bots lying around like I thought. I was worried, because I was no longer connected to my sister. She was nowhere to be found. My spark itself felt like it was crying as I searched and searched for my sister. But she was nowhere. I turned to Ratchet and went to speak but caught his eye. In there was deep, deep sorrow and pain he was trying to hide. He wasn't failing, it's just I was trained better then that.
"She's dead, isn't she?" Shock flashed through for the briefest of astroseconds before he sighed and pressed his forehead against her own.
"Yes. When she woke up before you she refused to be using your own life force and cut the connection." I cried more and pressed harder into Ratchet.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save her."
"Don't. It's not your fault."
"You're right. It's not." He pulled back and looked at me strangely. "It's yours for giving her your darn stubbornness." Despite the recent events I couldn't help but try to lighten the mood. And it seemed to work when Ratchet smiled lightly and squished me in another hug.
"I'm sorry for the loss of your daughter Ratchet." We both looked up to see Ironhide standing in front of us, the grief for his friend's loss apparent in his eyes. I looked to Ratchet who glanced briefly at me before I looked back towards Ironhide and reached my arms out. I was still a youngling and still had that youngling magnetism.
"Uncle 'Hide," I whimpered. He looked towards me and immediately took me from Ratchet. He cuddled me close as I snuggled into him, giving him strength when he thought he was giving it to me. I opened my eyes again and looked over his shoulder only to stiffen considerably, alerting both friends. They tried to coerce me into talking but my full attention was diverted to the sight in front of me.
A damaged Megatron lying on a stretcher.
Third person Kenna:
Kenna gasped as she sat bolt upright on her berth. Her whole body was drenched in a cold sweat and she started shivering immediately. Her lungs burned slightly and she coughed, not surprised when nothing came out. She looked down at her clothes and went to grab a change when a knock sounded on her door.
"Yes?"
"Seems I lied yesterday," came Fig's voice. "We're at the Abyss and are going to be brought back by chopper when they dump Megatron's body." I stiffened slightly before shaking it off and grabbing my pack. I looked at my clothes and groaned before popping a fresh pair in their place. Of course, it was the only outfit I could make. Anything I took out of my pack I quickly shoved back into it and opened the door, following Fig to the deck. It seemed a few crewmen had the same destination in mind because we had a good sized group with us when we reached the deck. All of us were bombarded by manmade wind coming from the choppers. Since my hair was still in a braid I only had to squint. Other crewmen were rushing about, strapping Megatron to hooks and clearing anything that could be potentially damaged out of the way. Anthony came from out of nowhere and stood beside us. Kenna glanced at him then went back to watching the crewmen work.
"You gonna be coming back with us too?" she asked. Anthony nodded and spoke his confirmation before the three lapsed back into silence. Just before they were going to take-off one of the pilots motioned them forward. They quickly went, shielding themselves from the now powerful gusts with their arms.
"You're riding with me," the pilot yelled over the combined roar. Anthony nodded and hopped into the chopper with me and Fig following. All three of us shoved our bags behind our feet and put the headsets on, waiting for take-off. It came not a moment after we were ready, and the soldier controlling the harpoon tensed slightly to keep control of the device. The two helicopters rose higher and higher until they reached some strain, then continued on slower until Megatron was lifted off the deck. Working as one the choppers brought Megatron about fifteen feet from the deck and hovered.
"Here we go!" the harpoon controller shouted through the headset. "Three... two... one... now!" Upon saying 'now' the controllers disconnected the wires from the harpoons and dropped Megatron into the ocean. Kenna watched as her sparkmate's lifeless body sank beneath the surface of the water, a scowl that seemed to be permanently stuck on his face was the last thing she saw of him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Harbinger of Death is no more," the pilot joked as he turned towards Diego Garcia. Anthony chuckled with the harpoon controller who was climbing into a seat. Fig and Kenna remained silent. Kenna stared out at the ocean, her spark slowly filling with more and more loneliness. Fig and Anthony's verbal bantering with the pilots did nothing to ease it, and she soon was looking emotionless as she stared at the passing water. Yet as the men continued talking, symbols began flashing in her eyes. And not faint, but vivid light purple symbols that stayed long enough for her to read. 'Elite... powers... restored... awaiting... activation.' Now Kenna was even more confused. Her Elite powers were restored? What is an Elite, and what are their powers?
"Kenna?" Said girl started slightly and looked towards the owner of the voice, Anthony.
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm just thinking." It wasn't a lie, not completely. Anthony seemed skeptical but left it for the fact that we were five minutes from landing. When the island was in sight Kenna felt a tug on her spark. Those are just too normal now. She also felt a small wave of annoyance and relief and couldn't help but smirk. A quick undetectable peek into his conscious revealed none other than Mister Casperson. She slunk back out and adjusted herself for the landing which came a minute later. Anthony and Fig both saw Lennox and unbuckled quickly before jumping out and running towards him. His eyes widened in surprise before he was tackle-hugged by the two causing him to take a heavy step backwards. Kenna caught the end of the conversation as she walked from the helicopter with their bags and her own.
"-saving us from that wretched floating abomination," Anthony was saying. Kenna laughed as she threw their duffles at them.
"Aw c'mon. It wasn't that bad." Fig caught his duffle and gave her a weird look.
"Says the chica who can crack a joke after being tased with 50,000 volts and being dragged blindfolded into a plane." Kenna looked at him with a mock hurt face.
"I was dragged? I thought you two had the decency to at least fling me over one of your shoulders." All three men burst out laughing as Ratchet walked from the Med Bay. He heard the laughter and looked over, noticing Kenna. A smile appeared on his features as he walked over and went to offer a hand. Kenna quieted the men and spoke. "Let me show you something I'll probably only get away with once." They looked skeptical but that changed to surprise as she hopped out of her shoes and onto Ratchet's hand in one swift move. She then proceeded to climb his arm as fast as she could, reaching his shoulder in seconds and plopping down into her spot. The three men looked at her and Ratchet's shocked expression before bursting out laughing. Kenna looked to Ratchet who was glaring at her. "Hiya Ratch. How's our day going?"
"Absolutely terrific," he grumbled. Kenna couldn't hold back the snort of laughter as Ratchet handed her shoes and backpack to her. She threw the shoes on and shouldered the pack as Ratchet walked towards the communications hangar. In there Kenna heard a full blown rant going. Something about a civilian coming and going as he wanted. Kenna raised an eyebrow and looked to Ratchet.
"Sam and Bee are visiting?" Ratchet nodded.
"Along with Mikaela." Kenna fist bumped with a triumphant smile before composing herself and sliding slowly down Ratchet's arm and on to his hand. He gave her a look that clearly stated 'just this once' before settling her gently on the catwalk. She smiled innocently up at him to which she received an optic roll. She then turned around and glanced at Optimus, a sliver of sympathy crawling over the bond towards him. His optics were easily read by Kenna, Ironhide- who was sitting in the corner cleaning his cannons -, and Ratchet. They showed immense annoyance, his thought to be eternal patience waning, and all that covered by a forced patience. Kenna glanced at the Weapons Specialist who looked up sensing the gaze and heaved a huge, giant, silent sigh. Kenna snickered silently then glanced at the young Bumblebee who stood beside him, his doorwings twitching as he glared at the man who dared insult his charges. His optics caught Kenna's eyes and they softened as he smiled and waved. Kenna shot him a sympathetic smile as he went back to glaring at Casperson. The man was still raving.
"They're civilians! How do we know they won't reveal weak spots of this base to enemies?" Kenna glanced at Mikaela and Sam who she moved to stand next to and got a nod. That meant Casperson had been coming up with those types of excuses the whole time. Optimus barely contained a sigh as he spoke.
"Mister Casperson, both Sam and Mikaela have proven their trustworthiness. I myself owe them my life." Kenna was ready to strangle the man when she saw the minute eye roll. She took a deep breath and composed her thoughts, then spoke.
"Excuse me, Mister Casperson. If I may, do you have a wife and kids?" The man glanced at me skeptically, completely used to me appearing out of nowhere.
"Yeah."
"Well then, this might hit home for you. If Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Banes hadn't helped the Autobots, you're wife and children would most likely be slaves or dead at the moment. And you? Either a slave or a special pet. So please, before you criticize Sam and Mikaela, think what would've happened if they hadn't destroyed the AllSpark or Megatron. And none of that would have been possible without the help of the Autobots." Casperson's fear was evident in his eyes as he turned to Optimus, muttered and apology, and rushed down the steps to his chopper which promptly took off. Kenna stared after him then looked at Optimus and promptly snorted. His expression of immense relief and thanks directed at her was too much. She then looked at Lennox, Fig, and Anthony who arrived in time for her speech and burst out laughing with Sam and Mikaela. They were bowing like she was royalty.
"Queen Kenna." Even Ratchet snorted at that and Kenna was barely able to compose herself. When she did she pointed at the three and looked to Ironhide, who was watching in amusement.
"If I'm Queen, first order of business. Ironhide, shoot them to make them stop." The three straightened at back breaking speeds as Ironhide burst out laughing. Now almost all the Autobots but Optimus were laughing along with every human. Suddenly Kenna got an idea. "Lennox!"
"Kenna!"
"Are we allowed to have bonfires?" Lennox nodded and smiled. He then cupped his hands around his mouth. "Ladies and gentlemen of the US Army and those affiliated with the Autobots, today is officially a DAY OFF!"
"And ya'll know what that means!" Epps added.
"PAINTBALL!"
Kenna slunk around the corner, three others following her. Sam, Mikaela, and another young man in his twenties followed. The young man stood at Kenna's height, with yellow hair and black highlights and shining baby blue eyes. He also had a black tee covered by a yellow hoodie, black pants, and yellow and black Converse. Each had a helmet with a comm and protective pads, along with paintball guns filled with red paint. The stretch of beach they were on was filled with footprints, but that didn't keep the group from treading lightly. Kenna froze when she caught a glimpse of light green. She spun her head around and searched for more enemies but found none.
"I gotta bad feeling about this," Sam muttered. Kenna couldn't agree more. The group was headed for a prime ambush spot. Of course, as soon as all of them stepped into the small ring, a war cry rang out and soldiers jumped from the trees. Kenna narrowed her eyes and spun around, always facing the enemy. Her trigger finger fired rapid shots and she took down quite a few soldiers until their ambush had to retreat. None of the Autobots were in that ambush, Kenna quickly noticed, but that was pushed to the back of her mind as she looked over her teammates.
"Dang it!" she whisper yelled. Sam, Mikaela, and 'Bee all looked down at themselves and cursed themselves. Each of them had a critical shot, meaning they were all out. Kenna groaned and slid down a tree, taking deep breaths. "Alright. Looks like I'm in this by myself. C'mon, give me your ammo." Kenna loaded up taking all useful items from her friends and looking over the boundary map again. A hand clapped on her shoulder and she looked up to see 'Bee's holoform smiling at her.
"You can do this. I know you can."
"We know you can win for us," Mikaela piped up. Sam threw an arm over her shoulders.
"Yeah. Now I don't know about you two, but I am not in top form." With that he spun around and walked back towards the base. Kenna chuckled and shook her head before squeezing 'Bee in a quick hug.
"Thanks. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be paintballing until I can no longer stand and keep going until I win this." Mikaela chuckled and wished her good luck before leaving with 'Bee right behind her. Kenna sighed once more before quickly tossing her helmet to 'Bee only keeping her goggles and crouching slightly, her gun in the ready position.
Her trek through the forest was silent, her instincts from years of training and millennia of experience flying into hyper drive. A crack of a twig and five shots later and one more team was out. Again no 'Bots. She ran across footprints and noticed Ironhide's holoform's shoe type. Her instincts were already active when they first started and she noticed his shoe type. Strange training. She followed the trail and came across the group. Ironhide stood towards the back because he was taller, his arms crossed and the gun at his side. His short sleeve black shirt and dark gray pants were dirty, and his black combats scuffed. His jet black hair was in a strange position from the wind that blew today. Lennox and the soldiers in his team were all in a circle studying the map. There were about seven all together. Wasting no time Kenna scaled the nearest tree and took aim. Her first shot hit Ironhide in the neck and the rest hit either critical or close to critical spots. The survivors fled while the people who were killed stayed in their spot to meet their maker. Kenna jumped from the tree and threw an arm around an admittedly surprised Ironhide.
"I thought ya'll were trained better." Ironhide grunted and removed her arm.
"Where's 'Bee?"
"My guess? Back at home base by now." Ironhide looked unconvinced. "It's true! The rest of my team has been taken out!"
"I'll find out for myself." With that he strode off towards home with a chuckling Lennox following. Kenna shook her head and cleared the area before reloading and setting off. She did take a little time to catch her breath, however. Ten minutes later she came across the remnants of the previous team and took them out before again setting off. A large bang caused her to freeze but she recognised it as an announcement. Seconds later Ironhide's voice travelled over the distance on the wind.
"Two teams left!" Since she came in contact with every group but one that meant Optimus and Ratchet were on the same team. Kenna quick glanced at herself and scowled. She had a few superficial injuries, scrapes on her sides, but her left leg was shot. She picked up her pace to find the two before she led out. Her yellow eyes scanned the area, but the black goggles revealed nothing. Her trigger finger itched to shoot and her adrenaline had her ready to jump up and down in place. A twig cracked and she froze. Her ears strained to hear more noise as she slowly turned towards the source of the noise. Her footsteps shifted as well and she very carefully slunk towards the noise. Before reaching the source she climbed a tree. Yet a branch cracked under her weight and made a small snap. Again she froze, waiting for the movement, and wasn't disappointed.
From the trees came a 5' 10'' man, his black hair showing some gray. He had a light mustache beard duo, shining light blue eyes, and a lime green shirt. He wore black pants and black combats, and his visible dog tags had both the Autobot and Medic insignias on it. Kenna took aim and waited until he was within range then fired. The shot hit him right over where his spark would be. He grumbled slightly and looked around as he lowered the gun, but Kenna's all black outfit was blending in quite nicely with the dark green leaves.
More rustling sounded and a taller man walked from the trees. He took one glance at Ratchet and asked who took him out but only got a shrug in response. The man stood at roughly 6' 4'' and had short dark blue hair with some red highlights. His tan skin was covered in dirt along with the blue long sleeve and jeans. His wrists and ankles had the flame decals from his bipedal mode and his black combats had a bit of silver on them. Kenna aimed and fired, but cursed when nothing came out. Optimus heard the curse and looked up just in time to be landed on by Kenna. She pushed the gun away and the two got into a hand to hand spar, pushing their skills to the limit. Kenna's already tired body was taking a beating, but that's where the brute strength came in. The damage one of her shots made equaled two of Optimus'. She ducked and dodged, rolled a few times, then threw a punch. The pair slowly inched towards the gun and Kenna was grateful for that. Her breathing was becoming more and more labored and her punches weaker. When they were close enough Kenna lunged and reached for the gun. Optimus did at the same time, and his height helped him. But Kenna threw the rest of her strength into the leap and reached the gun first. She grabbed it and aimed, firing of many rapid shots. When they both stopped Optimus had three shots over his spark, one on each shoulder, and one on his leg.
"Yes!" Kenna wheezed. She then proceeded to grab Ratchet who was the closer of the two and used him as a crutch. "Onward, young Padawans!" Silence for a moment before the winded Optimus snorted.
"I'll have you know I haven't been a Padawan for quite some time." Kenna waved him off as the three continued their trek.
"Yeah, yeah. I am going to get you later for the bruises, just so you know." Optimus shot a worried glance at her but she again waved it off. "Like I said, bruises. Something that easily heals." The tree line appeared in the distance and Kenna called up newly regained energy to run ahead. She burst through the trees with her arms in the air and yelled, "VICTORY!" Sam and Mikaela whooped then ran forward and hugged Kenna while 'Bee laughed and pointed at Ironhide, clearly mocking him. Optimus and Ratchet exited the forest and smiled at the three. Ironhide looked at Optimus and scowled.
"How'd you lose?!" Ironhide demanded. Ratchet spoke first.
"I was shot in the spark." Optimus then spoke up.
"I went to investigate the noise and saw Ratchet before hearing a click. When I looked towards the noise Kenna launched herself out of a tree and pushed the gun out of my hand. We got into hand to hand combat for a bit before we both leaped for the gun. Kenna got to it first and fired off several rapid shots blindly before we both stopped. The results are," he looked down at his red stained clothes. "Obvious." Lennox looked at Kenna with a grin.
"Since when were you a sharp-shooter?" Kenna shrugged.
"Natural ability. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a shower before the bonfire." And with that, Kenna spun on her heels and walked towards the female barracks. Elites, Megatron, Cybertron, Jazz, her dreams, and her instability at the farthest reaches of her mind.
Wow. Sorry this took a bit and that it's a bit shorter than the first. I need to break it up otherwise it'll take FAR too long. Please review! They make me so happy!
Edit: Wow, lot of mistakes and this is a quick once over.