And here's chapter 2, this is basically a collaboration between myself Devyn1234 and Dragonriderwarrior, Wren is mine, Kia is Dragon's and Ira is Dev's anything else belongs to Hasbro and unfortunately Bay, anyway, hope you enjoy this new chapter!
Chapter 2
The wind blew harshly across the landscape, the chilling late night air biting like rabid animals at the three forms lying upon the dusty ground.
"Primus, what hit me? Optimus?" Kia groaned when she came too, a splitting head ache making her wince and grip the ground she was lying on, whatever she'd drunk the night before, she'd never go near again.
"Optimus?! Try a Tank!" Ira exclaimed from somewhere on Kia's left, the younger girl suffering from a similar pain in her head.
"TBM" Wren stated simply, she was lying just off to the right of the girls. Her statement however confused the other two.
"A what?" Kia asked.
"Come again?" Ira followed.
"I feel like I was hit by a TBM." Wren deadpanned. Kia and Ira where left in the dark.
"A what now?" Ira asked
"You're not making any sense." Kia stated, shaking her head only to wince as more of the head ache hit her, it seemed to be fading quickly though.
"TBM, short for Tunnel Boring Machine. They are often using in tunnel making projects and are very powerful and have diamond tipped cutting heads." Wren deadpanned, her own head was killing her, but she was able to prevent herself from wincing when a wave of pain felt like it had just crashed into her brain like a tidal wave.
"Ooohhhh." Ira and Kia chorused, one of those hitting you felt about right. After all, who wanted giant diamond tipped blades which could cut through granite hitting you in the cranium?
"Hey guys, I don't think we're in San Francisco anymore." Ira stated as she closed her fist around the ground beneath her, only picking up small clumps of dirt, for some reason it seemed to pass right between her fingers, and yet she'd closed them into a fist…
"Ira, did you just quote the wizard of… OH MY PRIMUS! IRA! YOU'RE A BOT!" Kia almost screamed.
Ira bolted upright and looked straight down, right at her now white with black spotted belly, that wasn't right, she poked the fluffy down, only to notice that what she'd poked herself with, wasn't a finger, but a long, slender metal feather.
She turned to where Wren now sat on her haunches, tightening the five long finger like feathers until they slowly formed a fist, before relaxing back into an open palm.
"This, is new." Wren muttered confusedly, Ira and Kia had to give her it, Wren's mind had been forcibly shut down by her parents, all the creativity and imagination which the teen had once offered to the world was no longer visible, no twinkle in her eyes whenever her once scattered brain got to work, they missed the old Wren, the one who resisted tooth and nail to stay sane under her family's constant pressure, Kia had actually been talking to Wren over skype when it had happened, the girl had noticed the look of exhaustion in her friends eyes as they spoke, how the girl had slowly been losing the fight, Kia had promised the moment she could, she would pay for a plane ticket for Wren, to get her out of the country so she could escape, Wren had always expressed a desire to move to the USA after all.
But that had been when it all collapsed, her parents had burst in, screaming at her, shoving the paper in her face, one mark of an A*, it wasn't good enough.
Her mother and father had been quick to tell her she was banned from writing, reading fan fiction and communicating with Kia and Ira. Kia had gone to retort, but the screen went blank, any attempt after to contact the girl led to no response.
It wasn't until by chance that, two whole years later, Wren walked onto campus.
Kia had barely recognised her, soulless empty eyes without a single spark or flicker of light in the emerald green orbs of one of her closest friends, but the moment she realised who it was, she had Wren in a bone crushing hug, telling her it was okay and how relieved she was to see her, Wren had barley responded, muttering how she needed to get the grades, then work. That was all that was left, work.
They'd kept quiet simply so Wren could stay, Kia had set to work almost instantly, working her hardest to get the old Wren back, but the way the girl had moved and spoke, it was like she was talking to a rag doll missing most of its stuffing.
"Yeah. Guys, do you know what this means?!" Ira chirped, the high pitch noise leaving her and making her squeak, that had sounded like a Peregrine…
It was then that the girl's optics finally began to work properly. What once was blurry was now crisp and clear.
Wren was covered in long, sweeping black and blue feathers, her crown decorated with a crest of vibrant neon and royal blue laced with black strands at the top before turning pitch black as they progressed down both sides of her helm, creating an impressive crown which could make a Peacock go green with envy. Her arms and hands had been replaced with long, wide and powerful looking black and blue wings, the largest five feathers on each tip looking and acting like her fingers, finally, trailing out behind her were seven long and straight tail feathers, those like the rest of the feathers on her body where extremely well kept and travelled some distance along the dusty ground, the tail feathers alternated in colour, royal blue to black in the shape of the arrows you would see on the round about turning signs.
"Whoa, Wren, you look, wow." Ira muttered as the aforementioned femme rose to slightly shaky pedes. Revealing the massive talons that looked like they could easily hold a rabid Megatron down. The talons where a dark grey, the blue only appearing in the cervices between the plates and the small tuft of feathers at the back joint of her avian like pedes, above that her pedes where much wider, large black feathers hiding her upper pedes from view, most likely to help in keeping the femme level whilst in flight.
Wren looked at the two, her optics covered by a pitch black visor, no light seemed to be passing through and the girls where left to guess what the middle aged girl was thinking.
"I'm, a femme." Wren stated, looking once again at the feathery down which lined her form.
Kia nodded dumbly and looked to Ira, who now that they were all standing, was the smallest of the three. Wren was the largest, Ira who looked about the same size as Bumblebee, only reaching halfway up Wren if she stretched, Kia was somewhere in the middle, just below the largest femme's rather largely endowed chassis, in fact all of them looked like someone had moulded them into the shape of mannequins.
Ira's own feathers where much shorter that those on Wren's frame, instead hugging the femme's armour instead of flaring out, for some reason the two femme's felt intimidated by the much larger femme, even if they knew Wren would never intentionally harm them, but, the sheer amount of plumage seemed to act almost as a warning, this femme wasn't to be messed with, but they already knew that, even now in her broken state she was not a force to be messed with, enough times the two had seen Wren come home with a new trophy from some kind of tournament, it was why after arriving on campus the eighteen year old had taught them how to fight, she was a surprisingly good teacher. Wren was an all-round terrifying person who you didn't want angry.
That and the fact her talons looked like they could easily rip someone in half also left a slight bit of fear in them.
Both femme's shook it off, focusing now on the aerodynamically curved helm each had, all three had similar helm design. Kia's faceplates where a dark silver whilst Wren's where white and Ira's where a mix of the two, leaving her with a much lighter tone of silver than that of Kia, the rest of their helms consisted of that of a predatory bird, Ira's was a Peregrine, Kia's a Golden Eagle, and Wren, judging from her size, it wasn't that hard to realise she was a Harpagornis.
"We're birds?" Kia finally summarised, looking at her own talons and wings, they were long and sweeping like Wren's, just not as big, her own tail feathers had a similar pattern, but instead of forming a bladed tips like the largest femmes end, hers seemed to cut off more into a fan shape, Ira's wings where pointed and narrow, perfect for speed, her own tail was slightly larger in scale to Kia's only with a large wedge cut out of the end, making her own tail look a bit like a swift.
The sound of transforming drew the two femme's attention to the largest of the group, Wren stood before them, about two thirds her size in Bipedal form, now in the form of a Harpagornis, making her the same height as Kia.
Wren brought her black with royal blue laced wings in front of her, the finger like feathers once again forming fists before relaxing back into an open position. "I have the same range of motion." The large predatory bird summarised as she took a step forward, the massive three claws on the front gouging large grooves into the ground while the similarly large single claw which hung at the back gripped the ground to keep her stable, her underbelly and back feathers where royal blue like the rest of her larger feathers while the vast majority was pitch black down, making her perfect for moving around in the dark.
"How? How did you do that?" Ira asked in shock and quite a fair dealing or awe, Wren raised an optic ridge at them, this actually shocking the two slightly, she'd barely showed any facial movement for just over a year and here she was raising an optic ridge at them!
"Use your HUD, it's the first option, the one that looks like a bird." Wren deadpanned, Ira and Kia nodded, focusing on the small read out which had popped up on their own pitch black visors, the first picture held a bird, so they picked it.
The two felt their own frames shifting and twisting until finally it was complete. Ira shook her head, feeling a little dizzy, she shook her helm and looked at her self, practically squealing when it all came together, she was a bot, and one that could turn into a bird! Call her crazy but this was what she'd always dreamed and prayed for!
Kia, having been standing right next to Ira, had to rub where she felt her helm was ringing from, it was interesting as their audios where built into their helms and so weren't visible under all the feathers. "Okay, oww, Ira keep the volume down before you wake up Unicron." She muttered.
"Yeah, yeah, now then, now we've officially gathered we're now Cybertronians, where the frag are we?" Ira asked, using a wing to gesture to the very much waste land of a desert they'd woken up in.
Kia turned to Ira. "Don't you normally pack a GPS or something? Seeing as what plants I can see are from Earth I'll take it we're still on our home turf."
"And by the toxicity levels of the air around us we are still in the correct time period, minus eight years, Ira, Kia, we are now in 2007." Wren stated, having taken in a large vent of air and analysed the sample when they weren't looking, Ira and Kia just gave the larger bird femme a put out look. Kia was the first to verbally react though.
"Sometimes I wonder if you really were born a human." The medium sized bird huffed, ruffling her wings slightly. It was then that Ira spoke up.
"I can't find Bumblebee!" Bumblebee was her yellow and black striped back pack that she had always used for her 'emergency teleported to Transformers world' bag.
"Try your subspace." Wren stated, Ira's optics widened, revealing the large grey, blue and green rings of light which spun there, Ira's eyes had always baffled doctors, the girls eyes being able to shift to the three different colours on a daily basis, those three colours now making up the three rings which made up her optics.
A moment later, the small yellow bag was being held in the Peregrine's wing, and instantly a problem was realised.
"We're too big to open it." Ira stated, scowling down at the bag, like a simple glare could get it to open on its own.
Even Wren seemed stumped by this, the normally stoic femme released a small sigh, the femme looked to the internet option on her HUD, and moments later she had their location, and honestly couldn't believe it, even if she didn't show it.
"It is two days since school broke up for summer, a Sam Witwicky just got a A- in his history on his great grandfather's trip to the artic and his discovery of the 'Ice man', Sector Seven captured an NBE last night and are in transport of it and a Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Banes as its allies to Hoover Dam. And we are currently 28 miles from Hoover Dam, the location of the 'crown jewel'." Wren stated.
Ira and Kia looked at the largest member of the group, beaks dropped to the ground. "How?" Kia whispered.
"Internet." Wren stated.
Ira snorted before shaking her helm and muttering something about 'workaholic's', she looked at her pointed wings, currently held tight to her chassis, her helm split into a wry smirk. "Well, then, why don't we go and give them a helping servo?" She suggested, spreading her wings and giving them a few test flaps.
Wren raised an optic ridge. "You do not know how to fly." She stated, ruffling her own wings.
Ira snorted. "You don't know unless you try." She stated. Wren had to give her that one.
With a resigned sigh, the Harpagornis spread her own wings, the massive span blotting the rising sun from view and covering both smaller birds easily.
If compared to something, it would be similar to a 50 metre swimming pool in wingspan.
"Oh I got wingspan envy." Kia huffed as she spread her own wings, her own span only making half of the larger birds, Ira's where the shortest, only reaching the length of around the length of a semi-trailer.
Ira smirked as she looked between the two other girls. "Well? Are we just going to stand here all day or are we going to… fly" She muttered the last bit, looking up at the other two, who were already airborne, Wren's large wing beats causing dust to lift up and spraying the Peregrine with a fine dusting of the dry particles, clogging her vents slightly and making her choke for a moment before she too began beating her wings in an upward direction.
Only for her to not be able to leave the ground.
Kia smirked, she knew that Ira was struggling, so she decided to give her friend a little 'push'.
Before Ira could even squawk in protest, Kia had her in her talons, making sure not to hurt the smaller bird.
"What the slag?! Kia! You better not drop…!" She didn't finish, as right when she said drop, Kia let go.
Ira gave an undignified shriek as she fell a few feet before spreading her own wings and beating them furiously.
Thankfully it stopped her decent as she was able to gain altitude up to her friends, Wren had watched the whole thing with a critical eye, not commenting on the Eagles unethical and yet suitable method of getting their friend airborne.
Ira was quick to slap the larger bird over the head with the tip of her metal wing. "Afthole." Ira muttered, Kia just smirked at the smaller bird.
Wren cleared her throat, she'd already analysed the landscape, using a nearby rock formation to triangulate their position via the worldwide web. "If we move now we will not be spotted and we should be able to get into the dam with minimum chance of being spotted by any humans." Wren stated, Ira and Kia looked at her funny.
"Err, Wren, not to rain on your parade but… OH MY PRIMUS!" Kia yelled as the largest of their group erupted into a ball bright light, streaks of light flying of every crevice and feather on the femmes body, the light was quick to fade and the two left behind could only gasp at what they saw.
Wren was still there, but organic and very much, smaller. She'd become an actual organic Hapagornis.
"No way." Ira muttered as she fell that bit closer before hovering again, Wren just looked at her.
"We are less likely to be spotted in our organic form, look at you HUD. It is the option with the two rings, one inside of the other.
Ira and Kia nodded in unison, Wren had always been good at multitasking. They soon found the correct option and selected it, their own forms becoming engulfed before flickering out to reveal the now much smaller predatory birds, hovering together high above the Nevada desert.
Ira looked to Wren. "Where to oh living GPS?" Ira joked, a miniscule rumble came from within the Harpagornis, she did not like being called a navigation device well known for its faults.
"Due north, north east." Wren deadpanned before turning and flying in that direction, they were in no hurry, they had four hours until the arrival of 'NBE2'.
This of course allowed it all to sink in for Ira and Kia.
"I can believe it! Wishing on an eclipse works!" Ira chirped happily, her Bumblebee backpack now being held between her wings with the straps around her chest, Kia's bag was also held in this fashion, however, seeing as Wren's no longer fit, the bag was now being held within a closed talon, the Harpagornis carrying the bag like as if it were a dead animal.
Kia nodded. "Yeah! Imagine all the cool stuff we can do! We could save everybody if we tried hard enough!" The eagle chirped. "Like warning them about what's going to happen to Optimus!"
"No." Wren stated from just behind the faster two, her larger size making her slower in the air slightly.
Ira turned her head slightly to look at the Harpagornis. "Why not?"
"You've read the ones where, human females, in a slightly similar situation to us, blab about what will happen, they may save them, but something else always happens which throws them off and their left not knowing what will happen next, the films must go as they have, but we can save bots before they perish. Which is why, Ira, you're going into Hoover to save the little bot." Wren stated, Ira raised an eyebrow, then she looked at Wren more closely, had it not been for the fact the sun was starting to rise behind her, Wren would've been invisible, blending with the night seamlessly. But now, even in organic form, it didn't take a genius to know the Harpagornis would be spotted before they could even land, she on the other hand, was much smaller and much more likely to be able to sneak in through an access hatch.
If her near constant watching of the movies had taught Ira anything, other than pretty much everything else, it was that there was an access hatch, just by the switch Simmons threw to bring the phone to life. Oh her mind was already cooking up plans on how just to scare the living crap out of those lot, hopefully getting a swipe or two in on Simmons, maybe Wren might even smile then!
"Ooohhhh, I get it, so we prove we're from another dimension or whatever, but we keep the three future movies under lock and key until those events occur, right?" Kia summarised, Wren just nodded before the three fell into a comfortable silence as they flew towards their destination.
"So? Who wants to play 'hit that old truck down there with bird slag'?" Ira suddenly asked.
Wren actually almost groaned, really? Ira really had a warped mind when she wanted it to be. Kia and Wren still remembered the time she bragged about almost getting suspended for filling a guy's locker with whipped cream and balloons.
Neither verbally responded, Wren taking the initiative to hit Ira upside the helm with the tip of her wing. "Focus on flight." She commanded.
Ira grumbled for a few seconds before relenting to the silence. It would continue like this until they reached their destination, and the fun truly began for the three.
One of the two reviews asked for more interaction, so we have more interaction, by Primus I am addicted to this story, I'm already working on the sixth chapter! Well I hope you like the girls and I'll be posting some pictures of Wren on my Deviantart account so you can see what she looks like, I've also done one of Ira and Kia but I've mainly focused on Wren, anyway, the link is in my profile so if you want to see what the three femmes look like check it out. Well I hope you like the chapter and I better keep writing so that Ira or Dev don't try and prank me and Wren, bye!