Uprooted and Transformed: Chapter 1

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Communication:

:: comm. link ::

- Bondmates/sparkmates -

~: creator/creation bond :~

: sibling bond :

Thoughts/memories/flashbacks/dreams

[symbiot/symbiot carrier]

Seeker Cant

= Cybertronian language =

Pain. The giant robots were doing something to his body. He tried to fight. He heard one of his sisters scream. His heart felt like it was on fire and being squeezed. His lungs couldn't get enough air. The robot with the single red optic came and pierced him with a large needle. Pain became too intense. He blacked out.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

He was sore. He felt like he has run with his husky for hours, then went swimming with said husky. The moment he opened his eyes he knew something wasn't right. Text kept scrolling in the upper left corner of his vision like the chat in TOR. More text was flashing red in the lower right corner. It looked like the battery life bar on his iPhone. But he couldn't read the text. It was in some weird language. Everything also looked smaller. He was sure the room was bigger when he and his siblings were first brought in.

He look at his feet and stared at them. They were no longer flesh and bone, but metal. They looked like the pedes of transformers. He looked at the rest of himself in the dim light of the cell. His armor was black with bright silver stripes, varied in thickness as they etched across his armor in strange yet pleasant patterns. He noticed that his feet … pedes … were chained to the wall. He looked at his hands and saw that they were chained to the wall above his head. He tried to test their strength and winced as something on his back protested at being scraped against the wall. He looked over his shoulder but couldn't see anything. He looked under his arms and saw that the new appendages were wings. Not like angel wings, but triangular wings like Starscream in the Transformer movies. There were wheels on his shoulders and on his pedes above his ankles. He was pleased to see that he was a triple-changer; a Cybertronian with two different alt-modes.

His attention turned to his family. What did the Decepticons do to them? His spark clenched in worry. He had to find them. He looked at the restraints. His older sister said that triple-changers had a lot of power. More power than most bots. He tried again to pull at the restraints. They didn't budge. Planting his pedes against the wall, he began to focus his efforts on getting one hand free. It took a couple minutes of straining before the bind on his wrist popped. He swung a bit before his momentum evened out. Now all his weight was held by his other wrist, and his wrist let him know that it didn't like it. Grunting, the mech braced his free hand against the wall and pulled with all his might. The bind snapped open faster the other did and he fell to the floor with a loud crash.

He froze, waiting to see if anyone had heard him. After a few moments of hearing nothing, he tried to break the binds around his ankles with his hands. Both of these took a little longer to break, but he succeeded. He rose to his pedes and flexed his wings. The hinges that attached the wings to his back were definitely sore from staying in that position for so long.

He looked around. Now he needed a way out. He looked at the bars to the cell. He walked over to them and tentatively touched the bars. Nothing. Good. He grabbed ahold of one of the bars and pulled to the side. It was slow going, but he managed to make a larger space between the two bars. Unfortunately, the space was not large enough for him to fit through. He took ahold of the neighboring bar and pulled to the opposite side. He now had a space big enough for him to fit through. He cautiously stepped through and began to make his way down the hall, hoping that it would lead him to the exit.

After hours of dodging guards and wrong turns, he finally was able to leave to cell blocks. Now he needed to find his siblings. But, how? He had no idea where they were or where to start. Then he remembered his older sister once told him that Cybertronians had spark bonds ties to their family members. Members of that family can find each other by tracking said bonds, depending on how strong or weak they were. The mech focused of his new spark and found four different presences of varying strength in his spark. Not knowing which presence belonged to who, he decided to go with the one that felt closest to his position.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

Since she had awakened, she had been scared. She had seen what the Decepticons had done to her older siblings and it scared her. Shockwave wasn't there anymore, but that still didn't make things any better. The Cons kept doing painful things to her body. She kept seeing images of different animals on a computer screen in the front of the room. Were they trying to get her to look like them? One of the Cons approached her with a large needle. She began to panic. She needed to get away! The young femme looked at the computer screen again. She thought it would be a really good thing if she could morph into a scraplet right about now! She became surrounded by light. When the light faded, the world was much larger than her. The Cons immediately jumped back and started shouting. She looked at herself. She had turning into a scraplet!

The Con leader barked out orders and the others began come after her. Panicking, she flew in her new form out of the Cons' reach and zipped around trying to find a way out. She finally found a vent that she could squeeze through and races down the passage, leaving angry Decepticons behind.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

The mech had heard an alarm sound sometime after his escape and had quickened his search. He had to knock out some Cons along the way, but was closing in on his closest sibling.

He stopped when he hear sometime in the wall next to him. It sounded like the scuttling of scaplets from the Transformers Prime series that he watched his siblings. That was not good. The sound was getting closer. He readied himself to squash the pest. A small scraplet whizzed out of the vent and looked at him. Just as he was about to grab it, relief that was not his own flooded his spark and a bright light enveloped the scraplet and it was replaced with his youngest sister, now a small lavender Seeker with soft pink swirls on her armor. Her dark brown optics were wide and wings pinned to her back with fear as she darted to him and wound her arms around his waist, crying.

"Michelle?!" he said, briefly noting that his voice had a metallic tone to it.

"Don't let them hurt me, Jeremy! Don't let them get me!" she said between sobs, muffled by his armor.

"I won't, I won't. They won't hurt you, I promise." He soothed, kneeling down to hug her properly. He petted her long blonde, wire-like hair. He took her by her shoulders and looked her in the eye … optic. "You ok? Did the Cons hurt you?"

"Earlier, yes. Not recently. They tried. I turned myself into a scraplet before they could."

Jeremy nodded and wiped her tears off her face. Her armor reminded him of the Disney princess, Rapunzel, whose dress was purple and pink. He smiled. "You look like Rapunzel." She smiled, brightening a bit. She looked around.

"Where are the others?" she asked.

"I don't know yet. I was looking for you guys. I felt you were here, so I came for you since you were closest to my position."

"We are going to get them, right?" her optics filled with worry.

"Yes we are. Someone is down this hall."

They heard shouting nearby. Michelle clung to his armor. He could feel her fear rolling off of her if waves. Taking a different path, he took his sister by the hand and began to run toward their next sibling.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

Saying that Joel was angry was probably an understatement. The Cons were trying to take one of his older sisters away from him. And he was not having it.

The royal blue and red trimmed Seeker was taking advantage of the fact he was a head taller than the Vehicons and fighting them off to the best of his ability to get to his sister. He already figured out that the Cons had the siblings separated and feeling Michelle's fear activated a deep desire to protect his family. Problem was, there were too many Cons and they weren't fighting fair.

He fought with everything he had, but it was not enough and he was soon subdued. He shouted threats and struggled against the grip of the Cons holding him. His captors were about to strap him to a tilted metal slab when the doors burst open to reveal a very angry black and silver Seeker with brown optics, a mop of brown hair and a short beard. Joel instantly recognized the mech as his older brother. He felt his brother's protective fury as he began to knock the Cons' heads around. He took advantage of the distraction and started to fight the Cons as well.

Once all the Cons were knocked out in one way or another, Jeremy called for Michelle to come out of her hiding place. Joel watched as a little light purple mouse exit the vents and light surrounded the mouse and his sister stood in its place.

"Where's Mycah and Jessika?" Joel asked.

"We haven't found them yet. I feel one of them close by but the other is much farther. I can't tell who is who."

"I think Mycah is closer." said Joel.

"The Decepticons already know we are trying to leave. Alarms have been going off all through the halls. We need to find the girls and get out as quickly as possible. Michelle, change back into a mouse and you can ride in one of my pockets."

"Ok." she said. She transformed and crawled into Jeremy's hand and he placed her into a compartment in his arm.

"Ok. Let's go." Jeremy said. The mechs looked for things that they could use as weapons and left the room in search for their sisters.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

Mycah was relieved when the Cons left her alone on the metal slab. Her wings hurt being spread out under her like butterfly wings. Right now there were only a few guards and someone at the computers. Her body kept restoring itself every time the Cons tried to harm her. It confused them to no end. They finally left her alone for a while. She had been feeling some emotions lately that were not her own. She had no idea where they were coming from.

As she was pondering this, the door slide open to reveal two tall Seekers, one black and silver and one royal blue and red, armed with small swords and guns. In a few moments the Cons were lying dead on the floor. The black one's face looked like her older brother's, but she wasn't sure.

The black one come up to her and broke her bonds with his hands. The blue Seeker spoke to the black one, "Jeremy, if the map here is right, Jessika is heavily guarded."

"We will need find a way around the guards. They got wise to our movement, but why you and Mycah were not under heavier guard is something I don't understand. Mycah, you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, just a little sore."

"You're not the only one. Let's go."

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

Waking was a slow task. Her mind was clear enough now that she could tell that she was waking and not dreaming. The light overhead was bright. Too bright. She could hear every noise. Computers running. The machines to her left were beeping and it was annoying. There was also someone talking, but it was not English. It was some other language that had a metallic tone to it.

Something heavy fell onto her chest, causing some of the air in her lungs to rush out. Her eyes popped open and she looked down and … there was a small bot that looked like Frenzy from the Transformers movie sitting on her chest … plates. "Huh? Metal?"

She tried to look over her body to see if the rest of it was made of metal now, too, only to have Frenzy's face get right up in her own. He said something and waited. She looked at him in confusion and shrugged. She had no clue as to what he just said. There was a harsh whisper to the left near the machines there. The owner of the voice was a small bot like Frenzy. It was probably Rumble, his twin. If the now bickering twins were here, where was Soundwave? She began to scan the room looking for the symbiot carrier, but soon squinted because the twins were starting to argue on her chestplates and were getting loud with it.

Her audios were beginning to hurt with their volume when there was a hiss above hear helm and the twins helms snapped up to look, the scrambled off of her before a black cat took their place. The cat looked at her and got eye … optic … contact with her. She stared into those optics and cocked her helm. Those eyes were more intelligent than normal cats' eyes. "Ravage," she thought. The cat swished its tail, turned a couple of times and curled up on her chestplates.

Now she had the chance to look at herself properly. She was quite pleased with her color scheme. A deep, bright cyan blue served as her primary color with thin cream bands that wove themselves in gentle curves across her armor. Thin rose pink stripes and small petals accented the cream bands and other areas of her armor. Her servos were blunt. Did she have retractable claws? In her fanfic she had written, her character had them. She thought about claws extending from her digits and got the desired result. Her spark soared a little.

One problem, though. She was bound to the metal slab. There were tubes attached to her left arm. Her tank tightened and her spark sped up. A calming emotion came off Ravage, but it did not reassure the femme Seeker. She looked around the room and her spark sank at the sheer number of tools that looked like they were used for painful purposes.

She hear voices in another area of the room. She spotted Shockwave at some computers talking with a very nervous Vehicon. Shockwave said a few things and the Vehicon tried to protest but Shockwave silenced him and sent him to do something. The Vehicon didn't argue anymore and quickly left. Shockwave tapped some keys and the machines beside her hissed and beeped in response. Before she could respond, her frame became warm and her mind foggy and thick. Her helm fell back onto the metal slab with a clang. The lights became too bright once again and all sounds merged like they were under water. Her limbs felt like lead. At least she wasn't cold. It would be a lot worse if it was cold in the lab.

I hope Ravage stays … she thought as whatever drug that had been pumped into her took effect.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

The siblings had to split up, one mech and one femme, to decrease the chance of capture and increase their change of finding a way out and rescuing their last sister. Jeremy was quickly getting frustrated with the whole thing. He kept running into Cons or dead ends. He growled. He about ready to punch out some … wait. Joel. He had found something. He quickly came to joel's position. The door they needed access to was heavily guarded and appeared to be heavily enforced. Jessika had to be on the other side. He could feel her presence close by. Her spark had been active a few moments ago, but had fallen silent, like she was asleep or something.

He looked at the door. They weren't getting in that way. He began to look around for a place to get in. He spotted a vent. He asked michelle to go in and see what she could find. She transformed into a mouse and kept to the shadows.

She got into the vent and began to make her way through the system, following jessika's spark until she found the vent that lead to the large room she was held in. Thankfully, there were no Vehicons, but there at the computers, was Shockwave. Michelle scanned the room and soon found a cyan Seeker with long, dirty blond hair which was accented with small braids decorated with beads that were a slightly paler shade of blue that started at her part and were pulled to the back of the head. All except one, which hung loose and draped over her shoulder on her left side. A rose-pink colored fake rose kept the loose braid clipped close to her head about halfway between her part and her audio receptor. Only Jessika had that hair style.

Michelle projected her excitement over the sibling bond.

: Guys! I found her! It looks like she's asleep. :

: How many Vehicons are there? : Joel asked.

: None. But Shockwave is here. At the computers. And there's a black cat sleeping on Jessika's chest. :

Joel looked at Jeremy and Mycah in alarm. : That sounds like Ravage! One of Soundwave's symbiots! :

: That's not good. : Jeremy said. They couldn't do much if Shockwave and Ravage were in there. He looked at the door again. Something told him he could probably break the door. : Michelle, think you can scare some Vehicons away with a scraplet? :

: Sure! : she said. And within minutes, there was a scraplet coming out of the vents, rotating teeth wide open. The Cons scattered, shouting and trying to shoot at it, but failing miserably. Every one of them eventually ditched their posts in favor of their lives. Michelle transformed back into her root mode once they all left, laughing. The others came out of their hiding spots.

"Now what?" she asked.

"I think I can break that door. Joel, Mycah, cover me. Michelle, get ready to create chaos."

"Ok!"

"Got it!"

Weapons were primed for use as Jeremy began to ram the seam of the door with his shoulder alternated with hard kicks.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

Shockwave was not pleased with how easily his experiments had escaped. Fortunately, he had secured this one, who happened to be the eldest of five siblings. He had tried to make super soldiers for Lord Megatron out of organic sentient life forms, but had been unsuccessful until the five. Every other organic either died or went crazy. This femme would not be joining her siblings on the battle field. Instead, she would serve to amplify the others powers' and serve and a breeder for more troops.

The banging at the door was becoming annoying. Shockwave added another set of reinforcements for the door. With the amount of strength that the black Seeker/triple-changer was displaying, it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened. The mech would break through. Shockwave just had to hold him back long enough for him to complete this set of tests and for him to leave. Then the mech could have his sister.

Shockwave had under estimated the triple-changer's strength. Correction, he correctly estimated what the mech was capable of, on his own. The only reason why this set of siblings survived the transformation was the strong bonds that had already been established. After doing some research into the siblings past once they survived, it was logical to assume that the eldest was the source of strength, protector, and the primary driving force of the siblings. The now triple-changer was the intellectual one. He was also the guardian of the group.

But his skills were different. The triple-changer was subconsciously hiding their spark signatures. You would not find them on any of the monitors. However, the amount of energy needed to due this effectively did not match the mech's energy output. He was getting help. The answers lied in the drugged femme Seeker on the table in the far right corner. Upon transformation, the femme did not acquire any powers. Some of her processor scans were similar to Soundwave's, but were at the same time, very different.

There was another thing that he was analyzing at the moment. Even half conscious, the femme was enhancing her siblings' performance at a spark level. The triple-changer's natural abilities were being enhanced by this femme. All data pointed to the femme being a kind of "power-house". The femme gave off a strong energy signal, one that only her family could draw from. Not exactly what Lord Megatron was looking for, but useful to him nevertheless.

The femme was also very fertile. When she receives the correct data to fully mature her reproduction protocols, she would be able to boost the army's numbers. Lord Megatron would be most pleased.

Another door broke. Shockwave saved his data. He would be able to recollect his creations later. Let them take their sibling and go. He would find them later. Just as he left the room through a hidden door, the triple-changer broke through the last of the defenses.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

Jeremy finally broke through the massive door. His momentum carried him through the hole he had now made and he fell to his knees, trying to regain his strength and his breath.

"Move!" Joel shouted.

He looked up to see what Joel was talking about, and saw Joel shooing Ravage off his perch on Jessika. And Ravage was not having it. He was hissing and meowing and Joel for suggesting the idea.

"Get off!" Joel said, quickly picking up Ravage by the back of his neck and physically moving Ravage off the blue seeker.

Jeremy regained his strength and came over to the metal slab and broke her bonds.

"Is she ok?" Mycah asked.

Ignoring her, he tried to rouse the Seeker. She opened her optics a little and looked at him, but they were unfocused and clouded. His sister gave a small groan of annoyance before rolling her head to the side, closing her optics again.

"You think she's drugged?" Joel asked, slightly worried.

"It doesn't look like she's injured in any way, so I'd say yes. I'll have to carry her."

Jeremy gently picked her up cradle style and held her close. As he did, he briefly thought with amusement that she would never let him do this if she were in her right mind. She would actually smack him for it. He led the group out of the room and through more halls. He had come across a way out of this place, but it was going to be a lot harder with the extra weight. They would all have to be real stealthy about it or they would get caught.

The way he had chosen was very dangerous. And it involved many tunnels, something that was not good for Seekers. But after many hours of crawling, backtracking, taking out a few Cons and sabotaging a few systems along the way, they were finally out. The group had collected as many energon cubes as they could all along their way to help them get out of Decepticon territory or to last them till the next source of energon, whichever one come first. Choosing a direction, the group left Shockwave's lab as quickly and silently as they could.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

The siblings journeyed long into the night, which was surprisingly much, much longer than the nights on Earth. There were a couple of times where the group had to stop and rest for a couple hours before continuing. Much to their dismay, Jessika still had yet to awaken. She would stir from time to time, but for the most part, she remained dead to the world. They had no idea no how to help her. They could only hope that the drug would wear off quickly.

Over 4100 words! I think that's the longest chapter I've written. Anyway, please let me know what you think of this story! Ideas for future chapters are welcome cause my siblings are kinda clueless. They have good ideas, but they won't happen 'til much later.