Hey ppls. I forgotten to add in a few things for chapter one. First of all, I forgotten about my disclaimer. No I do not own Transformers. If anything, I only own Sega/Sparkcrusher, Adrian Sanchez, Crimson, and Shadow- a character who'll appear later on in the story. Again, these are my first fanfic stories, so if you have any questions, don't hesitate to post them in reviews or just message me. Oh, and I forgotten to add in my first chapter: Sega's alt is a dark blue, 2013 mustang with black streaks on her side and her main weapons is razors and claws but that (I'm referring to her weapon, not her alt) will soon change later on in the story as she grows more mature.
The Spark-Crusher
Chapter Two
The Roar of Emotional Agony
I once recall my brother, Crimson, telling me about our creators. He told me how our male creator was a bright red Autobot and how our mother was one of the city's local scouts. I don't reminisce much about my creators. I only remember large hands holding me and large feet walking right past me. Most of all, I remember their voices and their hugs. I remember them being...sweet. That's pretty much it. Crimson is the only reason why I know so much about my creators. He is the only reason why I'm even standing here now. Crimson raised me; Our creators were killed before I could even walk at least two yards. Yeah, it is sad. I think about it everyday. I always wonder what my mother would be like and if my father was just a replica of Crimson.
As I sit here at the rear entrance of the base, I often wonder if they're any other formers out there who are just like me. Rogue, fighting for survival, defending a one close and only friend. Funny, fate is. It sets you up on a path that shows that you are sure to lead a lonesome life. But then all of the sudden, you are part of a group- a group that gives a rogue a chance. I'll never forget what Optimus told me last week. "You are more than meets the eye," he had told me.
Nobody, not even Adrian, I don't think, knows how much that means to me. I feel a magnetic pull to Optimus. It's not that of romance, I don't think. More like friendship. But, if I'm not careful with myself, it could fall into being romance right? I can't have romantic feelings directed to Optimus or any other mech. I have to devote my time to being a warrior and most of all being a guardian to Adrian. I just can't abandon him, not after I made that promise.
I had promise Adrian Sanchez that I'd defend him and raise him until he was big enough, strong enough, and smart enough to start traveling the path of life on his own. Now that doesn't mean once he hits the age of human adult hood, I'm going to leave him. No, it only means that my focus will be more centered...on myself...Not being selfish. I don't think it's being selfish.
And in speaking of Adrian, his birthday is in two days. If I don't get nothing for him, I'm going to crush my own spark. I really, really need to get him something. After I drop him off at school and return to base, I go to see Optimus to see what my duties are today. As the usual, I have to help out with the drills of the humans and then I'm going on a few patrols. Nothing new.
Sega knew what to get for Adrian. It came to her as she was helping the Wreckers care for the ship that had brought the second wave of Autobots a year or so ago. She was cleaning the ship's right flank when she heard Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO come on as a ringtone from Captain Lennox's phone. It had startled many of them- nobody knew the captain listened to such music. But Sega knew what a "party" was. It was a celebration of happiness where friends and family would come together and enjoy the company of one another. Often, parties were to celebrate a certain event, like the day one was activated. It was all human customs. The only human custom Sega deemed not a celebration exactly is the tradition that they call a funeral. Basically when they'd come together to mourn the loss of a loved one.
Sega was excited with this idea. But then the problem was that she didn't know how to make a party. So she went to go see Bumblebee. Sega knew that if there was anybot who knew how to make a party, it would be Bumblebee. He has, after all, been around humans more than any other Autobot. After flipping Topspin and Leadfoot into a nearby tank for trying to get in contact with her rear area, Sega made her way to find the station where Bumblebee was taking his break. He was accompanied by Sideswipe.
"May I have a word with you, Bumblebee?" Sega asked.
"Uh-oh," Sideswipe chuckled, nudging the younger yellow scout with his elbow. "Attracting the only fembot around, huh?"
Bumblebee was clearly embarrassed. Sega growled at the silver warrior. "Watch it, 'Sides. You don't want to turn out like those two." Sega pointed with one of her claws at the two Wreckers who were trying desperately to fix up the tank before Captain Lennox was informed. Sega was getting irritated with the jokes about her and every mech she went to speak to. But then again, as far as the Autobots were concerned, she was the only living fembot known. If this keeps up, Sega thought grimly, I'm going to do whatever it takes to find another fembot!
"Ooh," Sides shuddered.
"Bumblebee, ignore him," Sega said. "I need your help. What do you know about the human custome referred as parties?"
"Parties?" Bumblebee said. "It is a celebration humans hold for important and or exciting events. Such as the day one was born or the day of this particular event that changed the world. Why?"
"Adrian's birthday is the day after tomorrow," Sega explained. "I really want to do something special for him and I think a party will do the trick, considering he's never been to a party before."
"Wait," Sideswipe glanced between the two. "What is a party again?"
"Party," Bumblebee said, replaying the clip he said not to long ago. "It is a celebration humans hold for important and or exciting events. Such as the day one was born or the day this particular event that changed the world."
"Ah," Sideswipe said understanding. "What about marriage?"
"That is a good example of a party...I think," Bumblebee said.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Sega asked. "It celebrates the bonding between two humans. But that is not the party I'm looking for. Adrian isn't bonding with anyone. Are there any others, Bumblebee?"
Bumblebee looked thoughtful for a moment. "There is a celebration called a Fourth of July."
Sega was clearly interested but then the sound of human mirth dragged their attention. It was Sam. "You guys are funny. Real funny. Bumblebee, it's April the fifth. Get real. Adrian's birthday is April the seventh. He'd might like a fiesta or something."
"A fiesta?" Sega asked.
"It is a party only it has more characteristics that are native to the Mexican peoples," Sam explained. "Adrian being hispanic, I think he'd like that. Unless you'd think he'd like something else?"
"Oh, that'll be perfect!" Sega said excitedly. "What sort of things are at a fiesta, Sam?"
"Oh, there are...Um...There is mexican food- of course- and then there is the famous pinata and...Um...I don't know. That's all I know."
"What is a pinata?" Mirage asked.
"It is a large hollow ball made of cardboard that is covered with decorations and it's filled to the brim with candy and sweets. In a fiesta, you pin the pinata up somewhere high and you cover your eyes and you get a club or a bat and you swing at it," Sam explained. "I've swung at a pinata before and they're tons of fun."
"Adrian would like that," Sega murmured to herself.
"SEG-AA!" a human shout echoed throughout the base. Sega veered around to see Charlotte Mearing, the Director of the National Intelligence. Sega didn't like the small human's attitude, which was why each time they conversated, they'd always end up in loud argument. They especially argued when Sega was defending Adrian.
"What?" Sega asked, mentally deciding to try and not to argue with the bleach-blond human.
"Look at what you did!" Ms. Mearing shouted angrily, pointing savagely at a toppled over tank, which was no doubt destroyed.
"What about it?" Sega asked, trying to maintain her calm. She was in a happy mood and didn't want Ms. Mearing to destroy it. Ms. Mearing would have to wait if she wanted to cut a fool over a tiny tank.
"You demolished it!" Ms. Mearing snapped angrily. "Do you know how much money that costs?!"
Sega sniffed at the human disdainfully. "Why am I getting yelled at? I have a right to defend my own rear, do I?"
Ms. Mearing's eyes bulged. "What the f- What does any of this have to deal with your rear?! You just destroyed twenty thousand dollars worth of hard iron over there and you worry about your butt?!"
That done it. Sega stomped her foot, silencing the human. All around them, Autobots and humans alike, watched on in silence. Optimus was in his alt form and was sitting next to Ratchet, who was also in alt form. Nobody could tell if they were awake or not. Sega knelt down and lowered her head until one of her large icy-blue optics were level with the human. Then, in the most snarling and menacing voice she could muster, she said:
"And who are you to judge? You didn't even ask what happened. It just so happens your tank was put in the proper place and when Leadfoot and Topspin put their dirty fingers where it doesn't belong, I defended myself. Unfortunately, your precious tank was in the un proper place- out in the open, thus in the path of the tumbling Topspin and Leadfoot," and then in a sweet, sarcastic tone, Sega added, "If that costs you and your friends two thousand dollars out of your pocket, I am so sorry. I would pay for it, but I'm pretty sure your American government doesn't accept Cybertronian cash. Humans have no need for energon, last I've checked."
Behind of her, Sega could sense Mirage, Bumblebee, and Sideswipe fighting back the urge to laugh. Them, and Mudflap always had their joy out of watching Sega and Charlotte squabble.
Ms. Mearing obviously sensed their laughter too. "That's not funny!"
Sega gave the human an up and down look as she transformed. "It's funny watching you scream like an Insecticon," she said, which granted her exactly what she wanted: Bumblebee, Mirage, and Sideswipe losing it. And before Ms. Mearing could reply, Sega pulled off.
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"That behavior was very uncalled for," said a voice, that was deep and mellow that cut through the breezes that were running smooth over Sega's armor.
Sega growled at the voice. She had gone for a short drive in the forest to cool herself off from her bicker with Ms. Mearing, deciding it would be best to do so to avoid taking her anger out on Adrian. She had done it before, and it hadn't been to pretty. Now Optimus had somehow managed to follow her without her knowing and now he was going to give her a lecture. Something that Sega still had an issue with when it came to Optimus. That didn't mean she still didn't feel for him as a friend. She just didn't like being lectured, even what she had done was wrong.
"She accused me," Sega growled flatly, not turning around to face the large mech. She was transformed and sitting on the soft Earth. She stood, not feeling at all comfortable any more, not when Optimus was around.
"True, but she had reason," Optimus pointed out.
"Like how I had reason that lead to a destroyed tank in the first place?" Sega shot back hotly. She transformed back into her alt form and crept down a small narrow path, in dread attempt to get away from Optimus. Surely he couldn't fit on the path.
She found herself a small grassy clearing. And then came roaring Optimus in alt form from a different path. Sega scolded. "You shouldn't consent into argument with humans," Optimus began again.
"Um, no offense, but I came over here too be alone, thank you," Sega snapped.
Of course, Optimus didn't listen. "I understand you are frustrated with Ms. Mearing. I understand. I feel the same with her as well. But she just cares for the welfare of her country and her planet."
"Really?" Sega grumbled sarcastically. "If that's the case, then every human is the same as her. They all care for their planet, in case you haven't noticed, Prime." Why she stressed out his name, Sega didn't know. It just came out naturally. She'd ponder why later.
"True, but she has a higher responsibility, Sega," Optimus explained.
"So do I," Sega growled. "I have more to worry about than any could imagine." She knew she only said that because she was grouchy and stubborn. Her instinct told her so. Her only worries were Adrian, and occasionally, she worried about her misty past and would wonder if she'd ever regret her actions.
Somehow, Optimus sensed this. "I understand you feel stress, Sega," he said firmly. "I understand that you feel lost and without a guide. But you must realize that you do have a guide. You have the Autobots now. And you know you can trust me. All of my comrades are more than welcome to tell me anything."
Sega's engine growled. She didn't want to talk about this, not with Optimus. Not yet anyway. If Optimus wanted to know about her past as much as Adrian did, he still had a long way to go. "I've got to go," she said. "It's nearly 3:30. Adrian will be waiting."
Optimus didn't say anything as she pulled away. Sega kept him on her radar until she could no longer keep the range at it's great length. She pulled into the school's parking lot and then came Adrian in his white shorts and blue angry birds shirt.. Adrian bounced into her back seat and she grunted at him to put his seatbelt on.
Sega chuckled to herself as she pulled away. "Hello, Adrian. How was your day?"
Adrian grinned. "It was very quick! How was yours?"
A headache! "It was okay, I suppose," Sega lied. "Why was yours so quick? Did you go to sleep in class? Tsk tsk tsk, can't make proper grades like that, Adrian." She told her young dependent in a teasing voice.
"No, no, no!" Adrian laughed. "I went to the track meeting. It was really cool!...And very quick, physical wise."
Sega chuckled as she cut her human hologram off. "So, I take it you're a team member?" Sega knew her answer the second she seen the goofy grin on his face. "Oh, Adrian that's wonderful!"
Adrian looked a little nervous suddenly. Then he said, "Sega, will you be very busy next Tuesday?"
Before Sega could answer, a black police car near her crashed into her side, forcing her to rear in several circles. Adrian shouted in fear while Sega quickly gained control of her movement. She scanned the area quickly. Had that been an accident? She soon received her answer when the police car ran into her again, this time her rear. This wasn't an accident.
Sega went into full speed down the the road and quickly onto the highway, spitting out Cybertronian curses words as she did. She wanted to attack and defend not flee like a coward. But she had to get Adrian out of harm's way first. That was her first priority.
Get Adrian out of here, get Adrian out of here!, her mind instantly flipped to it's "one-track" mode. This happened often, usually when it involved Adrian's welfare. Grah! This is chaotically ridiculous! I need to contact base. This may be part of an attack!
But before Sega could react to anything else, the police car transformed and lifted her up and tossed her over the side of the road. Anger pulsed through Sega's circuits and she quickly regained control of her movements once more. This time, no fleeing. She transformed carefully and took Adrian and hid him in a safe spot. Then she veered around to face her attacker, whom she knew was Barricade. Who else could it be? Who else had a police car as an alt?
Barricade's red optics glared in fury and hatred at her and he rose his cannon. Sega growled and shot at the white-and-black Decepticon. Barricade had a heavy duty cannon, so he didn't have enough time to fire at Sega. Thus he threw the bulky weapon down and charged at Sega. With a growl of determination, Sega lept into the air, high over Barricade's head. She landed on his shoulders and hopped down from them, striking out at Barricade's back as she did.
Barricade roared in pain as Sega's razors sliced right through his armor and into the soft metal beyond. Barricade shot her with his regular cannons. Sega managed to dodge three of the four blasts. She threw a mini razor at Barricade. The small silvery blade sliced clean into one of the cords that made up Barricade's neck.
Barricade yelped and grabbed at his neck. He staggered away from her. Sega leapt after him, her claws at the ready. "Give me your spark!" she bellowed. The words felt familiar on her tongue. In her lonesome, space days, those were her "trademark" words. She'd say that every time before crushing another Cybertronians heart. Barricade, hearing her words, dodged with a growl.
"I'm not that easy to kill, fembot!" he spat, spitting out greyish-yellow lubricants from his vocalizer. "You'll have to try harder than that!" Barricade rolled across the ground in such stealth and speed that Sega glared at him with jealousy. She had forgotten that Barricade was a Decepticon scout- one of the main reasons Bumblebee always squared himself up with him.
She heard a scream. Adrian was running desperately away from Barricade. "Come here, boy!" Barricade bellowed.
Sega charged forward, and when she was just a few arm lengths away from Barricade, she tripped somehow. With a roar, she sprang from her four limbs and dug her claws into Barricade's back, forcing the black-and-white Decepticon to fall. Adrian was right under Barricade, but it was a sheer miracle that he was under where Barricade's chest plates were- otherwise, he would have been crushed.
Anger surged through Sega's circuits at how close she was to losing her dependant. Had Adrian been at the wrong place, at the wrong time, she'd never forgive herself. Sega grabbed Barricade and flipped him away. Barricade screeched as his head collided with the asphalt nearby. Sega seized the chance to look at her friend.
"Adrian!" she hissed. She poked her friend lightly with one finger. Adrian didn't respond. "ADRIAN!" she screeched.
She heard the screeching sound of rubber against asphalt. She veered around to see a police car zooming down the road, back up to join the highway. Several other police cars charged after it. At first, Sega was confused. But then she realized that Barricade didn't flee because he wanted too. He fled because he had too, for the human authorities were arriving. Here came dozens of police cars. Sega snarled at the small humans who jumped out of the lifeless machines and pointed weapons at her, screaming for her to freeze.
Ignoring their pitiful bullets, Sega turned back to her motionless friend. She swooned, feeling overcome with despair. "Nnn-ooo..." she groaned. "I-it can't be..."
Sega didn't realize the approaching Autobots. She didn't realize the few military trucks, which no doubt, one of them contained Ms. Mearing. Sega didn't realize none of this as she rolled Adrian onto his back and saw that his head was soaked in blood.
And the dark blue fembot roared in emotional agony...