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Devon Wheeler is my Fan Character
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Prime: Nemesis
Megatron looked at the screen face of his communications officer, it showed a vast amount of energy being burned. Then a space bridge like hole being formed and a humanoid shape trusted though it.
"This human, past through a dimensional rift. That connected her dimension and ours you say," Megatron question the spy. The mute spy nodded, then the screen went black as if he was loading another feed to it.
Soundwave would have never mentioned this if it were not true, but one at this time had to be conservative with all his top ranking turning rouge. Megatron watched as another began to show footage from a security camera at K'O. The human, was a femme, looked gothic dark and mysterious, Megatron watched the video the girl walked in and walked out with the human Jack.
Unknowingly he sneered, seeing this human, looking both in admiration and hate, that this human could be like them and yet be human. Then the girl left with him, the footage ended and another came on Soundwave's screen. The girl had pasted out and the Autobot Arcee responded by taking her though a ground bridge when the boy's carrier came.
"Can the human femme be tracked," the warlord inquired. Again the spy nodded not saying a word, now showing a topographical map of the town of Jasper, to energy singles where there one the femme Arcee and the other the human.
Both where now gone with the ground bridge, but Megatron smirked the human was "Cybertronian" she could be reasoned with, bribed with her survival . She would need some of the same things normal Cybertronians need, Autobots would be reluctant to give energon to her, it would kill normal humans. Where he would "freely" fill her needs.
"The autobots will most likely not know she give off an energy single keep an eye on her she will get out side of their base and we will capture her."
G1: Ark
He stood there, it had been three days now. Not a clue to which string Devon had landed on if she had landed on any, sitting down. He gabbed his helm, shaking it thinking what had he done. His spark ached in regret, she was not there, and he could not find her. Recharge was a thing of the past, finding Wheeler was his priority.
"Wheeljack, you ok?" A voice said from the door of his lab.
"No, she's gone and I can't find her. The dimensions are huge Ratch', I could spend a millennia searching in one of many only to find out she's was never there. She'll die if I cannot find her, her pack only has so much of my energon. Why does stuff like this happen to me, chaos and destruction follow in my wake," the engineer spat out. Ratchet looked at his brother like friend. He vented, he could not explain why the engineer always had terrible luck.
"Can you limit them down, one's that would show signs of her presences?" the medic inquired sitting by the mech.
"Ratchet you're a genius, my energy signal. Wheeler gives it off too, finding one dimension that has two ofr more in it will give me a chance at finding her," Wheeljack shouted jumping off the creates he was sitting on. Rapidly typing commands into his computer, scanning all the dimensions that existed with transformers. Ratchet just watched, as the mech seemed to almost explode with delight that he could find his sister.
"Wheeljack, when I asked if you were ok. That did not just mean your emotions. When was the last time you recharge or refueled in the past three days from leaving med bay," Ratchet asked.
Wheeljack turned away quickly as if trying to avoid the question, continuing his work. "'Jack answer me," Ratchet growled.
"I have not, to stressed to recharge and forgot to get energon," he said softly. Hanging his head expecting an audio full, not hearing anything he looked at Ratchet.
"Expecting a long winded lecture 'Jack ," Ratchet said standing now hand on his hips. "You've heard it all before, why should I waste my energy."
"You're giving up on me, Ratch' that hurts," Wheeljack cried out in feign sadness.
"No, I just know you and you'll get distracted," Wheeljack snickered Ratchet did know him to well. "Just find her 'Jack ok." He nodded and returned to working, hearing his friends soft footsteps leaving him alone again. Venting, he began to worry what would happen when Ms. Wheeler found out her daughter was missing yet again.
Prime: Autobot Outpost Omega One
"Jackie's, how does this girl have his energon?" Bulkhead said in disbelief. Ratchet shrugged, puzzling over this human girl.
"What does that mean for her, that she has and/or needs Wheeljack's energon?" Miko questioned.
"It means we will have to keep her here, and call Wheeljack back here from his exploration of this planet," Optimus said. "That will also mean Agent Fowler must know as well, about Miss Devon."
"She might not accept being forced to live here, what if she stays with Jack and I. She will have Arcee there if anything should happen," June said still making sure that her patient would not just die on her.
"You bring up a valid point Ms. Darby, then there is the fact you mentioned she has amnesia. Even if she did know of us Autobots, she might not remember. Ratchet contact Agent Fowler, and if possible Wheeljack, it is his right to know that this girl has his energon," Optimus said lowly. They all watched as Devon twitched when Optimus was speaking. She stopped twitching when he had finished, hugging the toy car closer she mumbled something.
"What is this," Miko said pulling out a what looked to be a holographic tablet from Devon's bag.
"She has a data pad too, how does this human have our technology," Ratchet shorted.
"How does it work," the Japanese teen asked turning to her guardian.
"Miko how would you feel if someone just went through your stuff," June scolded.
"I disagree with you on this Ms. Darby. It would be beneficial if we knew more on our guest. She has at lest some knowledge of us, we need to know something about her," Ratchet said. "This one Miko," he said pointing to a button.
"It a video, play?" Miko asked. Reluctantly everyone nodded, "Movie time."
The video played, turning out to be pictures. Picture of two cars one a Italian race car, the other a mint green import, and a rust like colored tank. Devon smiling next to a very large muscular man with long rust colored hair in a pony tail, on top of the tank. The next was her and a person who looked like he could be her brother, covered head to toe in soot, both smiling like it was Christmas with the race car also soot covered. Another with her holding a Cybertronian constructed pistol and a woman with mint green hair teaching her to shoot it, the import was in the background. The people had Autobot symbols on them, then there was a picture with robots, all Autobots. The movie stopped to have only more pictures of robots, both Autobots and Decpeticons.
All stood there stunned this human, not only knew of them, but was very good friends if not family.
"Well that was not what was expected. What should we do with her?," June ask. Optimus frowned then looked at the data pad again. Most of those who where pictured were missing in action or dead. How was this possible, the pictures where most likely taken on earth.
"Take her to your home Ms. Darby, but leave the data pad here. I wish at look at it more," Optimus said trying not to sound like he was suspicious of the girl.
"But what if she remembers it, then demands where it is. Could the energon… enhance her natural strength, could she be dangerous?" June asked
"I do not know Ms. Darby, Raf was not. How ever it was only draining the dark energon in him. It does not follow any pattern, if she does remember tell her Optimus has it. She no doubt will except that explanation, if she truly knows us."
"Well I left my car in that ally so could you reopen the ground bridge so I could get Devon to my house."
Ratchet simply nodded at the woman and reopened the bridge. She went thought and got her car, Arcee gently picked up the girl and loaded her into the car.
Optimus watched them take away the mystery girl. He loaded the information on the data pad to a larger version he could handle easier.
He looked at each picture, Prowl MIA, Red Alert and Inferno offline. Optimus jaw clenched seeing the next picture it was him and Devon sitting on a rock cliff waving at the camera. He didn't know her, who was she, who took the picture, how did she have pictures of them.
Location: Unknown House
I shook my head I didn't know where I was. I though back to what I remembered, Jack and his mother were the most recent in my memory, and a voice. A low baritone voice that was so vivid that, I almost could see someone every time I heard it. Red and blue blur was what I saw, but it was large humanoid shaped figure, gentleness of a fatherly memory flowed from the image. I blinked away that memory, my father was never kind. I hated him, so who or what was this "gentle father memory".
I started to think, when my stomach growled loudly. Standing up I started out into the house, I felt as if I was somewhat intruding. Finding my way to the kitchen, I opened the 'frige to find a lot of heath food. Mostly tofu, but then there were eggs, my stomach growled even louder. Who's ever house I was in I hoped they wouldn't mind me eating their food. I started to cook the eggs, soon my stomach rumbled when the smell hit my nose. I felt good, happy even to be doing something normal like cooking. Then there was a thrumming noise, it seemed to be emanating from me.
"I'm thrumming, what does this mean," I asked aloud to hear people moving deeper in the house. Tensing up I turned to see Jack, my mind just stopped. I was in his house, eating his food. What kind of a person am I, a dick, "I'm sorry, I was hungry… I… I'll leave." I started to turn when he grabbed my arm. I grabbed back snarling, "Let go of me." He didn't, I was just about to shove him off when his mouth opened.
"Devon your eyes… they're purple and glowing," he said, no fear in his voice. As if he was not scared that my eyes were doing this, or he knew something like this would happen.
"Jack what is wrong with me," fear laced my voice as I let go of his arm.
"I don't know, I'll get my mom," I sat down, deflated at the table. Wrapping my arms around myself, what am I? Who am I? I rocked back and forth, I looked at the plate of eggs. My stomach turned at the sight of them. Am I a vegetarian?
G1: Ark
He started to dose off, a week without recharge really rack up on him. Wheeljack leaned against his workbench, then he felt a twinge in his spark. His optics snapped open, Devon, she was ok, well for the most part. He vented this was one of the few times that he wished, Devon and himself were telepathic. Wide awake now, he continued his work. When the door of his lab opened, "I remembered to get energon, but I still can not recharge Ratch'."
"Well that is good and all Wheeljack, but I'm not Ratchet." a feminine voice said
"Oh I am truly sorry Moonracer, I just assumed it would be Ratchet. I have not left the lab, since it happened. I just don't know what to do."
"Do what you know is right Wheeljack, find her. For your sanity," Moonracer said walking up to the engineer.
"My sanity is perfectly fine, why do you assume that I will lose my sanity if I do not find Wheeler?"
"Is it Wheeljack, you have not recharged the whole time I was here. I do not think you will lose your sanity, but rather your… muse. You need to recharge Wheeljack, will or not."
"Wait what," the mech said before feeling a needle in his main energon line. The world started to blur as he looked to the sharpshooter, she had a sad look on her face. Moonracer caught the mech, he almost knocked her down as well. She strained to push the mech on the workbench, venting she turned to leave.
"I am sorry Wheeljack, but you need the recharge. You couldn't find her, if you couldn't function," She said the door shutting behind her
"Is he sleep Moonracer," a woman in her late forties asked the femme sharpshooter. Moonracer nodded, "I feel bad having you do that to him, but last time he had all night excursions Devon slept for three days as if sleeping for him."
Moonracer nodded again at the woman. Alice, Devon's mother, always worry about Devon, but now even more since Devon was now dependent on Wheeljack to live.
Location: The Darby household
I heard Jack talking to his mother, after breathing a little I started to calm down. I'm just having a panic attack, they happen, just breathe. The surge of emotions ended as Jack and his mother came in.
"See mom her eyes, they're purple," Jack said with out missing a beat. She looked at me and nodded, "What should we do, mom."
"I'm right here, include me in this discussion," I yelled the emotions surging again, They did not respond to me, "Hey." Then I let out a string of whorls and beeps that sounded like curses.
"Devon, what did you say," Jack's mother asked me. My eyes went wide, I had no clue to what I said or how I said it, I just grabbed my throat. "Your eyes they're glowing more. Devon, who are you? What are you?"
"I'm asking myself the same thing, and I don't know," I said shaking my head. Fear and hunger were the only things I felt.
My fear I couldn't deal with now, my hunger that was another thing. I smelled something, it smelled good and it was definitely not the eggs I just cooked. I got up and started to smell around the air. I heard them talking, trying to get me to sit back down, but the something smelled so sweet. It was coming from the room I woke up in.
My mouth watered, I could almost taste the sweet liquid I smelled. I tore into the bag I had, finding a cube shaped container with pink liquid inside. My jaw almost unhinged as I sank my teeth into it, tearing an opening. The sweet fluid hit my tongue, I shuddered in enjoyment.
Draining the cube of the pink fluid, I crushed and looked at Jack and his mother standing in front of me. Both had their mouths ajar, I just smiled. "I feel much better, I wish to get properly dressed can you leave," Their mouths clamped shut and they turned to leave shutting the door behind them.
I got dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, but they were no longer soot covered. I looked into the mirror in the room, I had slept with the beanie on my head. Pulling it off to see, thin reddish silver wires instead of normal hair. I pulled at it, some came out just like normal hair with roots. I sighed, aside from being wire it was just like normal hair, it was growing from my head.
"What am I," I asked aloud grabbing the bag and toy car. It just had to be a clue to what and who I am, as well as the man with sliver hair. Well bluish sliver hair now that I had time to think, 'Jack, who are you and who am I.
Prime: Autobot Outpost Omega One
::So let me get this straight Doc. Some human chick, team prime don't know, has my energon and needs it,:: a irritated voice said thought a com link.
::That is what the scans of her show Wheeljack, and don't call me Doc.::
::So what do want me to do, if you don't know her I sure as pit don't. But I'll come back to the base if you think it will help having me there,:: Wheeljack snapped ending the com link, the coordinates popped on the screen where the Wrecker was.
"That went well, I'm glad Optimus is dealing with Agent Fowler now," Ratchet said sarcastically terminating the line from their side, and prepping the ground bridge for transport.
"Agent Fowler please listen…"
"I am listening Prime, the cons got their grubby hands on a teenage girl. Now they are using her as a spy to get to the base," Optimus hung his head. The liaison took the silences as confirmation of the idea, "Wait you think that Prime?"
"I would think that more if the autobots she has pictures of even some decpeticons did not know about. Others were dead long before coming to earth, most are missing in action. I need you here because she may be just a girl that knows to much for her own good."
"Will do Prime… do you think there could be another explanation."
"Yes, but it is impossible," the Prime told the liaison.
"If I learned any thing from you guys, nothing is quite impossible."
"This is a out-dated Cybertronian theory, that every Cybertronian scientist tries to prove wrong."
"What is that?"
"The existence of the Mult-verse, introduced by a old friend of mine. An autobot by the name Preceptor, I do not know if he is alive or dead."