OBJECTIVES
#2: AVOID RATCHET BY ALL COSTS
SOMEWHERE IN THE AIR
11:47 A.M
The rattling of the plane startled Eliza into the land of the living. Where was she? It hit her. When she had asked where to meet her sister, the answer had been a high pitched sound that had sent her unconscious. And looking at the other three passed out soldiers also on the bench, she knew that she wasn't the only one. Jonathon was no where in sight. Figures. Mister Government liaison is too important to travel with the "Underclass". She scowled. Bastard.
One of the men – a black haired, middle aged male – was slowly coming to. As were the others. A brown haired male, young and a bald male, also young.
She watched as they studied their surroundings. Confusion clouded their expressions, but was soon cleared as past memories resurfaced. They turned to the lone female in the aircraft.
She lifted a hand, 'Hi.' They looked at her closely, then greeted as well.
'I'm Eliza Jover, Technical and Spying department.' She offered her name and division. One by one they told her theirs.
'Vernet Holmes, Decoding.' The middle aged one extended a hand. She shook it.
'Henry Dasin, Special Operations.' the bald man simply saluted. She returned the gesture.
All focus was sent to the brown haired recruit. He fidgeted slightly before replying, 'Eric Webster.' He looked down at the floor. They all waited for his sector name. This continued for a few minutes, but they then realised that he was not giving out anything else.
Henry leaned back against the metal wall, 'So, we're gonna be meeting aliens today.' The truth was rather unimaginable.
'I suppose. The first time I heard of this, I though it was a joke. But my superior was way to serious, couldn't say no.' Vernet looked around the large interior of the flying vessel. Eliza nodded in agreement.
'My sister came and talked to me about it. I thought she was joking. Huge, alien robots from a planet called Cybertron with their leader Optimus Prime. And guess what? A five year old girl knows about this before any of us did.' They all nodded in understanding. They had read the documents concerning the Autobots and Decepticons. Seemed rather unfair that none of them had heard about it, yet several civilians were friends with these automatons.
'Just hope we didn't get into something that's to big for us.' Mumbled Eric. Vernet laughed.
'Like fifty feet tall robots.' Eliza smirked. The door on the other side of the metal room opened and silence once again claimed it, as General Jover and Jonathon Franklin walked in. Terry nodded at the recruits.
'Glad to see you are all awake.' Eliza narrowed her eyes. If this was so top secret, they simply could've blindfolded them, not knocked them out.
'This is the new Government liaison for the Autobots, Jonathon Franklin,' a few grunts were all the reply he got, 'They are stationed on an island called Diego Garcia. Understand that if you ever reveal this to anyone, you will be hunted down and killed.' Eliza smirked. Her sister's favourite word. Killed. In fact it had been her first word. Messed up childhood right?
'We will be approaching the landing strip in fifteen minutes. You will be meeting the Autobots and their commander in building D, and shall address yourselves when Major Lennox speaks with you,' she looked around, 'I will be with you. And I understand that Mr. Webster will not be able to state his division. You do not have to, they have been informed of that classification. The others however.' She did not need to finish, as they understood they would be expected to signal their division.
'Mr. Franklin will be introduced as well. To your seats.' They were already in their seats, so that only applied to the liaison beside her. She sat next to her sister.
They continued in silence for the next ten minutes. The descent had already initiated and soon they were touching the tarmac.
Eliza removed the straps that bound her to her seat and made a move to the hangar doors which were opening. A hand stopped her.
Terry looked at her sister, 'Eliza, they don't know we're related. Have fun.' And General Jover exited the plane.
Have fun? What did that mean? She wondered. She left the plane last, and sun blinded her. There was a warm wind blowing, and all together…
It was beautiful.
Major William Lennox stood next to Optimus Prime, as other Autobots filed into the building. They had not intended on having new troops, so to keep things in line and not have five new people asking who that was, or what their job was, it just seemed easier to do it in the same room with everyone.
He looked at his watch. Five more minutes. He smirked.
'Is something amusing Major Lennox?' asked the Autobot leader.
He ducked his head slightly, 'No sir. I am just wondering what their reactions will be.' Optimus looked puzzled.
Bumblebee came riding in with Sam and Michaela. The two humans exited the black and yellow car.
'So, we're getting fresh meat.' Was the first thing that the female said as she walked up to the Autobots.
'Apparently so. Other organics getting killed.' Grumbled Ratchet as he went and stood beside his prime. Ironhide was already beside him, role of bodyguard initiated. Optimus looked around the room.
Only the Twins, Blurr and Prowl were missing. Strange. His SIC was never late for anything.
He opened a tight comm. with Ratchet.
/: Did Prowl crash?:/
/: No, I checked. He's simply finishing up paperwork and sentencing the twins to an orn of brig time starting tomorrow. He found out about what happened yesterday. Blurr told me about it while I was getting dents out of his armor:/
/: Understood:/ the line was cut. A blue streak sped into the room next to Bumblebee.
'Are-they-here-yet?' few bots could decipher that.
'Not yet Blurr.' Ironhide replied. The last Autobots required entered the room, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe hunched over and Prowl following behind, slightly slumped himself.
The building doors opened and strode in a number of familiar soldiers and a female that was not known to the Cybertronians.
'General Jover.' Lennox immediately saluted, as well as the rest of the forces in the room, minus the alien robots. And Sam and Michaela.
'At ease.' She was followed behind by four other soldiers and a man in a suit, 'Alright Major Lennox, introductions.' She gestured to the ones behind her.
'Yes mam.' He went over. The female soldier was at the end, the suited man at the front.
'Name.' demanded the Major. The man looked at him closely.
'Jonathon Franklin, Government liaison.' Muffled groans sounded from the bots. Eliza was looking at them closely. The minute she had entered she had literally wanted to swear. They were real, and… they were on a secluded island, hidden from the world. Oi.
'Name.' Lennox asked again, this time to a bald man.
'Henry Dasin, Special Operations, Sir.' He stood straight and saluted to William. Jazz cocked an optic ridge. Other Special Ops. What do you think they had him for? And competition starts now.
'Name.' This was getting tiring.
'Vernet Holmes, Decoding.' A salute as well. No reaction to that, and no declaration of war. They needed a decoder. Desperately.
He moved to the next male. Terry came and stood next to him.
'Name.'
'Eric Webster.' The Autobots were expecting more. Silence for a few moments.
'Alright.' The Major said awkwardly. He turned towards Eliza. General Jover nodded at her sister.
Have fun. Was the silent message being sent. She still didn't understand.
A wolf whistle went up in the building. Now she understood.
'Been a while since we got a female recruit in this division. Most of our others vary form about ten to twelve.' Lennox made conversation, while Eliza hid a smirk.
'You single?' An unknown soldier called out. Eliza lifted her head up and raised her voice.
'I don't know.' She started silencing him, 'Why don't you ask my sister.' She gestured toward Terry who was nodding knowingly. Eyes widened.
'Or maybe my dad, who controls all of your jobs.' This was what fun was to the sisters. Making other people feel like total and utter idiots.
It took a few minutes to make the connection. The silence that ensued was so deafeningly quiet, you could have heard a moths wing beat.
Lennox coughed and then cleared his throat, 'Well… um… name?'
She smiled slightly, 'Eliza Jover, Technical and Spying Department.' She saluted. Lennox coughed again.
'Do you have a cold Major Lennox?' asked Optimus. The Major looked startled.
'No, no, no cold. Anyway, now for your introductions.' He gestured to Optimus while looking at the recruits.
'This is Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots. On his left is Ironhide, Weapons specialist,' the black mech powered his cannons for intimidation, 'On his right the Chief Medical Officer, Ratchet,' the medic scowled.
'Bumblebee, the scout and his charges Sam and Michaela.' They waved, 'Wheeljack the… inventor.' Eliza couldn't help but notice that the major hesitated in his title.
'Blurr, intelligence officer.' His optics flicked over the new humans, 'The femme strike team, of Elita-one, Chromia, and Arcee.' The last one crossed her arms over her chest while the other two simply stared.
'Jazz, saboteur,' his lip plates twitched at the humans in an almost smile.
'Wheelie, Jolt, Skids, Mudflap.' Said Bots nodded.
'Prowl, Second in Command to the prime.' Recognition dawned on Eliza that this was the mech that had eventually driven her to agree. He barely even moved, and didn't show any notice that he had even been called. Almost as though he hadn't heard Lennox. His optics then focused on her. Neither moved.
'And the frontline warriors, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.' The two bots that looked similarly like twins had started inching away from the crowd when they had been called. Both pretended to look aloof.
'Well, that's everyone. I assume that you've already been informed of the buildings you are required to go to now,' nods followed, 'Dismissed.' Most of the bots dispersed along with the humans. Prowls gaze lingered on the human femme, before turning away to go back to his office.
'Where do you think you're going?' demanded Ratchet. The tactician froze.
'When did you last recharge?' asked the CMO. By that point several hundred ways of getting out of this situation were racing through his processor. He chose the easiest.
He transformed and sped down the corridor at a speed that could rival Blurr's. The others stared after their retreating SIC, his change in character throwing them for a loop. Ratchet growled and took chase. He had a lot of practice with other patients.
While Prowl was driving he made a mental note:
OBJECTIVES
#1: ATTEND ALL FUTURE MEETINGS WITH OPTIMUS PRIME.
#2: AVOID RATCHET BY ALL COSTS.
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