imaginethat96's Notes: Blah means flashback, '…' means that the character is thinking to them self. Oh and just a note for this chapter, Elita-One is portrayed as her G1 self since its more fun for me to write her that way. I do not own the Transformers, Dragon Ball, Moonlight and/or the Men in Black franchises. Do not worry, MIB is only made reference to, I am not insane enough to try a quadruple crossover. "NO IRONHIDE! I AM SANE THANK YOU VERY MUCH!" Sorry he's just mad that I have not written him using his cannons yet ^.^
Chapter 2: More than Alien
Last time on Defining Life, while in Los Angeles a mysterious girl saved Mikaela, Leo and Sam from Barricade, in an assignation attempt. Bumblebee rushes the kid back to the N.E.S.T base for medical care and the Autobots discover that she is a descendent from the Saiyan race. Moreover, the girl is the heir to the Kostan Industries. Things take a turn for the worse when early the next morning the Saiyan hybrid is MIA and Starscream is incoming.
N.E.S.T Tarmac: Diego Garcia, IO 03:19 IOT
The air was tense as the Autobots assembled. They watched the Decepticons' second in command land, transforming in front of them.
"Starscream," Optimus' regal voice bellowed.
"Oh don't mind me; I'm just here to pick up a certain fleshing. I know the Saiyan-thing is here, just give her to me and no-one will have to get hurt," he stated nonchalantly with a grin that was quintessentially his, "You don't want her anyway. She's just a monster among you heroic Autobots."
"The wrongs of one's ancestors are not to be blamed on the decedents," Optimus challenged while sub-spaced his ion blaster.
Starscream cut short a laugh, "You think that she is just part Saiyan? How 'cute'. You spend so much time babysitting one species of this wretched planet, but never even figuring out their dirty little secrets."
"What so ever are you talking about? Human biology has been…" Perceptor blurted out, upset that Starscream was implying that he did not fulfill his scientific duties. Wheeljack kicked his leg-strut to quiet him.
Optimus took a step forward "I have no intentions to surrender the girl. You can still leave peacefully..."
The Decepticon growled, about to use his null ray when a blur of motion sped in between himself and Optimus Prime. Ironhide saw the familiar battle stance and snapped the ordered for every Autobot to shut off all light and heat sensors.
"SOLAR FLARE," the child yelled, releasing a massive amount of light that –thanks to Ironhide's quick processing- only affected Starscream, "KINTO'UN let's go!" Starscream fumbled blindly to transform and retreat.
Optimus Prime watched the girl hop on what appeared to be a golden cloud in order to make her escape. As per his orders, Trailbreaker trapped the smallest escapee in a force field, gently bringing down almost thirty feet. Once the girl realised that she could not break free, she folded her arms in front of her chest and sat down delicately on the edge of the cloud. Optimus knelt down to glowering teenager, " ," the Prime started benignly, "I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. Much has happened that needs explaining and I would wish to debrief you, personally and without restraints, if you will stay." The teen stood and nodded, quickly shooing the little cloud away, reminding him of Mojo and Sam.
While Ratchet and the human CMO check for flash blindness among the human part of the N.E.S.T team, Optimus lead the child outside. They watched the dark waves lick gently on beach, quietly reflecting on the events of the early morning.
"Thank you Ms. Kostan" Optimus said sincerely.
She waited for a moment as if thinking about her answer "You're welcome, but for what? Did the jet not escape?" the pale teen looked up curiously, sounding older than Optimus expected.
"For risking your own life to saving my friends and comrades," The large mech answered.
The girl brushed her long hair out of her face and nodded, "And don't call me that. You may call me SJ"
"Very well SJ," Optimus heavily took in air threw his intake valves, "It has come to my understanding that you are a descendent of the Saiyan race; may I ask from which's bloodline?"
SJ went back to staring at the black Indian Ocean, "Family legend said both Vegeta and Goku."
Optimus was surprised to hear sorrow in her voice. He quickly read reports from Ratchet and Major Lennox then returned to the conversation.
"Look, Mr. Prime …" he could let her how 'Prime' was not like a human surname later, "I…I have to leave. I appreciate your hospitality, but people are going to start looking for me and I… don't trust any humans to know of my... heritage."
The ancient mech wanted to ask so many questions, but not now. He looked up to the night sky, silently asking wisdom from the Matrix.
SJ coughed quietly to get his attention, "Optimus sir, I just want to go home." She hated when she had to act all innocent to get what she wanted, especially when this creature seemed to buy it without question.
Her hopes of an easy escape vanished as he started to say that it wasn't going to be that simple. "The Decepticons now know of your existence. I am afraid that they will not stop until they have captured you for their purposes in our war. I understand your mistrust in humans. The young scout, who brought you here, was captured by a certain group. However, we have allied ourselves with a brave group in which we share mutual respect and trust."
"If I want to leave, it's pretty simple." SJ pointed out quietly, but stubbornly. She did not dare look in his dark blue eyes and silently cursed herself for her rudeness.
She listened to air being forced threw his intake valves, matching it to a human sigh. Optimus suddenly sat facing her, shaking the ground. She in turn sat, somehow knowing what was coming. "Before time began, there was the Cube…" and the explanation that she was searching for began.
N.E.S.T Autobot Medbay: Diego Garcia, IO 04:00 IOT
From medbay, the mech watched his leader explain the history of their race to the human. His aged-optics could see that the human teenager was actually enthralled with what the large mech was saying, even though she hid it well.
"Ironhide, could you come here and look over these figures?" Ratchet called over his shoulder to the black mech passing by.
Ironhide grumbled as he walked up to the medbay's main computer. He crossed his massive arms and read over fleshling vital signs on the screen, "I read them! Happy?" Ironhide grumbled, before heading for the door.
'Why does he have to be such a stubborn-aft?' Ratchet sighed as he blocked the grumpy mech from leaving, "Look, the medical files on Saiyans are practically non-excitant and the data transfers are broken. Until I am familiar with her circuitry I will need your help."
The old weapon specialist in-turn exhaled noisily, "Fine. For a Saiyan that is not normal. She should have a higher core temperature and …well… the rest of these make her seem that she does not have long to live." Ironhide confirmed what Ratchet had suspected.
Both mechs looked out the medbay window to see Optimus walking a very alive fleshing inside. "What do you think Starscream meant when he said that she more than a Human-Saiyan hybrid?" Ratchet asked after receiving a comm. from Prime informing him that SJ was tired and requested to recharge.
"Well I couldn't tell you…" Ironhide quietly growled when a man in a suit interrupted him.
"But I could." Major Lennox resisted the urge roll his eyes at the man beside him who spoke. The situation had become far too serious for such childish actions, but he could not believe how much this stiff looked and acted as if he had walked out of a 'Men in Black' movie, "Ironhide, Ratchet, this is Richard Garrison, head of Division Zero."
N.E.S.T Office of Optimus Prime: Diego Garcia, IO 04:24 IOT
After he led SJ to the human sleeping quarters, Optimus entered his office having half of an Earth hour of privacy before a meeting with another human organization. He recalibrated his sensors for the third time that morning only to get the same diagnostic "All sensors functionality: 100%" Every time he had scanned the teenager, the readings came out to be the exact same as when she was in her coma-like state. There was a knock at his door, "Come in," Optimus called and the door slip open. He was glad to see the black and gold mech. "Good morning Prime," Prowl said while handing him an energon cube. Optimus took it graciously, taking a rather large sip before setting it down on his desk. "Morning Prowl," Optimus replied, hiding his need for recharge well. The sides of Prowl's mouth curled up politely as he was going to ask his Prime about the Saiyan royal visiting their base, when the office door opened heavily.
"Primus, Optimus! Do you ever come to berth?" Elita-1 chided playfully, yet with a hint of annoyance.
Prowl nodded respectfully, "Good morning Elita."
"Good morning Prowl," the pink femme smiled kindly before turning back frowning, to her over-worked mate. It seemed like she had to force the big oaf to take time off to simply recharge. He always carried everyone's problems with his big, strong, shining armoured arms… No, she could not daydream about her handsome mech now. She had woken for this meeting as Elita-1, leader of the female Autobots, not Elita-1, Optimus Prime's –as the humans say- 'lovesick' mate.
Elita could feel Optimus apologising over their connection that had lasted throughout the millions of years that they had been together and apart. She sent him back a short look to show that she understood, before starting to speak, "What is the situation with the child?"
"She has desynchronosis and is resting in the humans' guest quarters," Prowl inputted
Elita nodded, "Very well, but why are we having this meeting? Everyone was debriefed thirty Earth minutes ago." The fem-commander had only arrived on Earth a week ago, suffering from energon deprivation and barely alive. Ratchet had sentenced her to berth rest for a week and recharging and refuelling were the only actions she took part in, with Optimus coming in and treating her like a sick sparkling when he could. Okay so maybe berth rest was not completely bad, but getting better according to her mate meant her doing absolutely nothing. Getting fully up to date with their new adoptive home would take time especially when Optimus worries about her as he does. 'Last time I ever leave Overprotectimus Prime,' Elita though jokingly before realizing that she would do everything in her power to make it true.
N.E.S.T Office of Optimus Prime: Diego Garcia, IO 05:00 IOT
Richard Garrison straightened his tie as he walked in to the alien Commander's office. Four of the robotic species and one human stood by a tall structure with stairs that was used to bring humans up to their height. He climbed up twenty-six feet before he reached the railed platform and putting down his brief case. He thought of how any other human would be nervous to stand before such an advanced species, let alone their leader, but how terrifying could aliens be when dealing with monsters was his job? "Good morning, I'm Richard Garrison. The President has sent me to inform you of Division Zero," Garrison said as he put on his glasses, "The President also wanted me to inform you that this information does not directly pertain to the Autobots and is provided out of curtsy." The shorter black robot looked to the tall red and blue one with annoyance. The tall one, that he presumed was Optimus Prime, did not say a word but gave him a look to carry on. "Division Zero is an organization that deals with one particular species on Earth. The child you are harboring happens to be one and we will be taking her with us for the safety for your human N.E.S.T counterpart." The shorter gold and black alien calmly asked "We?", but Garrison did not notice. He did notice Optimus Prime coming up face to face with him, "Taking the child would be a bad move," his deep authoritative voice briefly making Richard forget that anyone else in the universe existed at all. He cleared his throat nervously while Optimus backed away slowly, "I'm sorry I should have started with this. Sarah-Jane Kostan, if that is her real name, is a vampire."
SJ stood beside the doorway; her back plastered against the wall. "No", she whispered in disbelief. She was too late.
To be continued…