Forgot to say this in the other chapter, but I thought it was obvious, so-
I don't own Transformers, Armada or any other series, I own Midnight, Spitfire, and any other Ocs. (If I did own them, then do you think I'd be on this site, writing?)
Just Another Day
"Mmmm . . . " Spitfire opened her eyes to see two large Blue optics staring at her.
-Done with Recharge?- Midnight's tiny beeping voice almost made her smile. Almost. She couldn't really remember the last time she smiled.
"If by 'recharge' you mean 'sleep', then yes." Spitfire sat up, and glanced at the clock. It was six thirty. Wonder why I always wake up at that time?
-What do humans eat?- Midnight sat on her bed, watching her move about the room. Blue optics watching intently.
"Food . . . Organic Food, like plants. What do minicons eat?"
-Energion . . . umm, Spitfire, what are plants?- Spitfire did a double take at the minicon on her bed. Then realized that if the inhabitants of whatever planet he was from were made of metal, the odds of any plant life was slim to none. -Spitfire?-
"Plants . . . well . . ." Spitfire had no idea how to explain them to Midnight. "They're non-sentinent, non-animal growing things that Humans, like me, can eat. Some humans eat meat as well, which are non-sentinent animals."
-Okay . . . What's school?-
"It's a place where people learn, and where they meet up with friends . . ." Spitfire trailed off.
-Does Spitfire have friends?- Midnight blinked up at her with innocent optics.
"I belong to a gang . . . I don't have friends." Spitfire glanced away.
-Midnight be Spitfire's friend.- The beeping and whirring made a descisive sound.
" . . ." Spitfire felt her mouth open, but just closed it.
-Midnight likes Spitfire, so Midnight is Spitfire's friend. That's how it worked on Cybertron.-
" . . . I thought you didn't remember what happened?" Spitfire got her voice back.
-Midnight different from most Minicons . . . Midnight stored memories of the bots he was powerlinked to. Midnight remembers like they do . . . but not have any memories of self.-
"You only have the memories of the people that used you . . . not your own?"
-Yes . . .- Midnight made a soft grinding noise, that must've been his equivalent of a sob. -Midnight want real life, not someone else's!- Spitfire watched the baby blue optics turn sad and misty somehow. Akwardly, she put her hand on the little bot's back.
"Then in that case . . . I . . . I'd probably be a poor friend, Midnight . . . I've only ever lived for myself . . ." Midnight gripped her hand in both of his.
-Midnight wants to live for Midnight's self too . . . doesn't want to be used, anymore. Midnight wants to be Spitfire's friend.-
"And I'd like that too . . . I just don't know how to be a good one, Midnight." Spitfire patted his head, the metal was almost a polished smooth. "Now, here are some rules for today-" After giving him a basic rundown, She quickly took a shower and changed clothes. When she came back in, She noticed Midnight was tangled up in her underwear drawer. "Midnight!"
-Sorry!!! Midnight fell!!- Spitfire decided not to ask any more questions. -Spitfire, help!!-
-Midnight has a guestion.- Spitfire had decided to ride her bike to school, so she took some time to get there.
"Go ahead." She'd fastened her cell phone, aka Midnight, to her belt. They'd tried out the earpiece that could connect, so that she could talk without looking like she was insane, and thankfully, it worked, so now Midnight's chirping and beeping was only in her ear.
-Is Spitfire real name?-
"No . . . It's Susan, Susan Lyndh, but most call me Spitfire. Unless it's that boring history teacher that insists on calling me Ms.Lyndh, doesn't do that with anyone else."
-But . . . Midnight thought 'Ms.' was a good, respecable, word . . .-
"First, the word is 'respectable', second, How did you come up with that? Third, I don't like it-"
-Why not? And Midnight looked up human speaking from flat device on table.-
"Flat dev- Oh you mean that old Laptop. As for why I don't like it . . ." Spitfire trailed off. "I don't know why I don't . . . I just-" Great, now he's got me second guessing myself . . . I'd probably have started this eventually, but oh well. "It's complicated, I'll explain it later." Wait a second, that laptop can't connect to the internet, it's just a piece of junk that I found in a trashcan, so how? The only uses that Spitfire needed from the computer she found was turn on, type whatever, print (she'd gotten an old printer from a neighbor) and turn off. That's actually all it really did. She couldn't access the internet at all. "'Midnight, how did you learn it again?"
-Midnight hooked into 'labtob' and searched World wide wed. Found lots of stuff, including english Ditonary.- Spitfire decided against correcting Midnight's speaking mistakes. Besides, she was at school, and really didn't need people to think she was crazy.
"Okay . . . Midnight, we're at school, so you can't talk to me until lunch . . . just stay quiet, and you can probably learn somestuff by listening to the teachers talk."
-Kay, Midnight will be good.-
"Ah, Ms. Lyndh, good to see you joing us, do you have your homework for the days you missed done?" The History teacher smirked, thinking there was no way for his most troublesome student to have done it.
From her desk Alexis glanced up to see 'Spitfire'. The girl was known for missing school and being blatantly disrespectful . . . but was only mildly surprised when The girl turned in all her homework.
"Of course, Teach, Just because I on't show up, doesn't mean I'm not working." She smirked. "Have fun grading." Spitfire wondered how many times she'd have to cut this guy down for him to realize that fact.
"Yes well . . ." Fully disgruntled, The teacher put the stack of papers aside. "Open seat next to Alexis." Alexis couldn't help but stare at the girls outfit, which all but screamed 'stay away from me'. Black jeans, black boots, black spaghetti strapped top, which revealed her midriff, which was way more toned than any other girls their age, though Alexis bet that her own experience of being with the Transfomers, and running aroung during their battles had added muscle to herself as well, and a black leather jacket that was fitted. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off black stud earings (she was smart enough not to wear hoops or dangly ones, it would lead to a serious tear in her ears), and the streaks of red, purple, blue, and green showed, some more faintly than others. Her hands had a couple of rings, one was a plain, black thin band, and the other was silver and had a black stone in it, the center of a flower. Alexis could see the watch on her left wrist, a military one, that was pretty resilient to any sort of stress, as she put her books down, her other wrist had a black wristband with red lines down it and she had a black choker, with a skull and cross bones charm hanging off, around her neck. She had black fingernail polish, but Alexis noted that there were dark blue swirls on her nails as well, looking like a spiral galaxy. Spitfire slumped in the chair, and Alexis spent the entire period trying not to look at her. She glanced back at Fred occasionally, who was more focused on the teacher than usual. His last report card had a F in history, and he needed to bring that up if he wanted to keep hanging out with everyone. All he had to do was bring home at least two A's by the end of the month (he'd already gotten one) and he was in the clear.
"Now, I want you to work on a project in groups of Two or three, I've already selected the groups." Everyone glanced at Spitfire, who just glared at them, then away. "This project will be on the Founding Fathers of America," He started to explain what needed to be done.
Oh, hell, this isn't going to be good. Maybe I should've gone with Omega to the train yard. Help with breaking in the two newbies . . . Spitfire didn't want to be paired with anyone. I could still run to the main base we have . . . It was actually the first base the gang had had in the begining, what the other gangs laughingly called the 'moon' it was close to the city, but not in it. Novice gangs had been in and out of that barn long before Omega had claimed it. It was an old warehouse, empty, and still not condemed yet, the owner was stubbornly holding on to it, especially since he knew there was a gang still comanding it. Omega had beaten that into him.
"Ms. Lyndh, you, Alexis and Fred will be a group, you have George Washington."
Oh, frag . . . Alexis caught what she just thought, Maybe I'm staying with the autobots too much.
Damn, so much for a quick visit to school, I gotta come back! Spitfire crossed her arms and glanced at the 'timid' girl next to her, as well as the boy behind her. Well, this might not be too bad . . .
Okay, I can do this, and Alexis is in my group, she can help me . . . please, let me get an A . . . Fred wrote down the assignment. Before Class let out and while everyone had gotten into their groups, Spitfire turned to them.
"What do you want me to do?"
" . . . Can you reasearch George Washington's civilian life?" Alexis took charge, simply because Fred was glancing away, he'd missed who the other person in their group was. "I'll take the campaigns and his military life, Fred, will you take his political life, as well as his precidency?"
"Sure." Spitfire wrote it down in her agenda, which Alexis was mildly surprised she had. "You can make the presentaion board, right?"
"Sure If you can't."
"I can't, have to recruit some new blood. If that idiot did his job right to begin with, I wouldn't be doing it." For a second Alexis stared at her, blinking. For the first time, Alexis noticed the black eye. The way she'd been sitting had hidden it from view. So did a blue streak of hair.
"You book your life around that gang, don't you?" Fred stated what he knew was obvious. The bell rang. Spitfire stood up.
"See you tomorrow."
Alexis sat in her science class, they were going over The solar system. While in History, she'd been distracted by the arrival of Spitfire, there were no distractions in this class. Her thoughts kept running over Starscream's betrayal of the autobots, She'd watched as he'd caught the Skyboom shield, then left with the other Decepticons. Idly she played with the mars rock, her thoughts going back to when Starscream had left it for them. He had to have felt something, otherwise why'd he give it to us . . . and he liked our return gift, I could tell. She sighed tunning back into the asteriod belt talk. Starscream, why?
She glanced down at the rock in her hand, then shook her head. Come on Alexis, focus on class, Starscream obviously wasn't that interested in staying with the Autobots, and you should stop thinking like he betrayed you. Her attempt to focus only lasted for a few minutes, as she put the rock back into her backpack, before her mind wandered to Spitfire. At least schools are considered neutral ground by gangs, they generally avoid any sort of conflict here, and they're a bit nicer here as well, it's like an unspoken agreement. I wonder if the Autobots and Decepticons have a place like that?
Alexis glanced at her notebook, she'd been doodling without thinking, and wound up drawing the autobot and decepticon symbols. It's funny, for a moment, I could see Spitfire being a Decepticon, if she was a transformer. I'm not doing a very good job of paying attention today. She glanced outside to see the P.E. teacher lead a run around the school. Rad and Carlos were leading the group. While the two had been good at P.E. before, the running, jumping and trying to avoid getting killed by Decepticons had made them even better. Carlos spotted her and waved. Rad smiled at her. She gave a half wave back, then turned back to the teacher. I wonder how Spitfire got her black eye . . . I should try to talk to her at lunch.Or maybe not . . .
Spitfire all but shot out the door at the end of the day. Pausing momentarily, she stared at a bike parked in front of the school. It's the same vibe I get from Midnight. Why from this bike? She shoved the though out of her mind, and continued away from the school. Rad had noticed her hesitation, though.
Well, that's the second chapter, I hope Alexis is in character . . . it's been awhile since I've seen Armada, I think the last full episode I saw was when Smokescreen (aka Hoist, why did they change the name?) was finally brought online again with a new body and interupted the fight between Hotshot and Starscream (Please say I've gotten that right, it's been a couple years). And after that it was bits and pieces that I've gotten filled in with various websites (and other fanfics that give POV for the series) So I'll emphasize I'm a bit rusty, but the story poped in my head, so . . . I'll see you next chapter.