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Chapter 3: Plowing and Visions
~ Macey's POV~
"Mornin' giant alien robot worker of mine." A voice hummed in my left audio receptor, and I groaned, slowly onlining to see Joshua grinning toothily down at me.
I groaned again.
I was really hoping the whole crashing in some random farmer's field part was a bad dream, or that I was in some coma and dreaming. Do people even dream in comas?
"Please don't do this to me." I whispered, shutting my optics again.
"Uh uh. Like I said yesterday, you stay here, you work. It's a simple as that, and I don't tolerate slackers."
"I saved the fragging world! I am not a slacker!" I snapped.
Joshua rolled his eyes, muttering even though I could hear him perfectly clearly, "Sheesh, didn't think robots could have feminine mood swings."
"I heard that!"
"Anyway," Joshua said, ignoring my outburst, "You're going to be plowing the fields, from here," He said, motioning to where I laid, "To to there." I squinted in the bright sunlight, to where a small wooden fence outlined the perimeter of their field.
"O...kay?"
"I heard ya mentioned that you 'transformers' can change into any machine thing, right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
I nodded.
"Then I'm sure it be no problem to transform into Old Bethy, right?"
I raised an optic ridge, "Old Bethy?"
Joshua smiled widely, "My good old tractor, a family's pride and joy. Had it for fourteen years. I'll go bring her out."
Somehow, it didn't surprise me that he had a tractor named "Old Bethy" at all. I sighed, before my optics wandered around the field, which was a nice, rich green color. Far past where we stood was a medium-sized lake, and just over that lake was wear the cows were grazing. Huh. So that's were the cows were.
I snapped out of my daze by the sounds of a seriously struggling engine, and that's when I saw Old Bethy, in all it's rickety old glory. The tractor was nearly rusted over, with lots of chipped paint. The tires slightly deflated and the tractor spewing out dark smoke while sputtering and stumbling in a way that shouldn't be normal. Oh, Primus...
Once the sputtering tractor pulled up in front of me, the engine cut off thankfully, and Joshua jumped out. Before motioning to the tractor behind him, "Well...what do ya think?"
"That thing is going to rip another hole in the Earth's atmosphere all by itself."
Joshua just rolled his eyes again, "So she's a little rusty, but at least she gets the job done."
"Sure." I deadpanned.
"Anyway, let's not waste anymore daylight. Come on now, do your little thing." He pressed.
I glared at him for a moment, cursing my situation again before scanning the terrible tractor before I felt my body shift and transform, as the sounds of me transforming filled the air. It was actually odd how it was kind of comforting for me to hear. It reminded me of a lot of things, and memories is probably the only thing keeping me determined right now.
Once I was finished, I revved my engine, and Joshua let out a low whistle, beaming a my form. Of course I was a better, more efficient tractor.
"Well I'll be darned," He said chuckling to himself, "Ya wasn't kiddin' about changing into machines, were ya?"
"Obviously not." I internally rolled my eyes.
Joshua then began to set me up with the equipment for plowing, before leading me over to where I needed to start exactly.
"Oh an remember not to go out too far, don't wanna scare the neighbors." He said.
"What neighbors? You live out in the middle of practical nowhere." I countered.
"I could do without the tractor talking back, please." Joshua sighed, exasperated. Good, we were on the same page.
I chose to ignore him in favor of revving the engine and started down the field, praying to Primus that I'd hurry up and heal soon so I could get my aft off this farm. It was beginning to get unbearable.
~ Sunstreaker's POV ~
I rounded another turn, on a another boring as pit patrol. Those fragging Cons have been generally inactive ever since that day in Egypt. And every time I think about it, I can't help but want to put someone through a wall. I lost Macey that day...those fragging pit-spawned Cons took her away from me, after I swore to myself I'd be there, I'd protect her.
I lost her.
And as much as I beated the ever loving slag out of small Decepticon troops, it still didn't soothe the burning feeling in my spark, or the simmering anger; at those and myself.
I could've protected her, I should've protected her.
Optimus to Sunstreaker. Optimus's commed snapped me out of my internal ranting, and I was glad for the sudden distraction.
I'm here sir. I replied blandly.
A new Cybertronian has landed on Earth, and I want you on the mission. Report to me in the Autobot hangar. His baritone voice commanded.
Many Autobots have came in the past nine human months; Mirage, Wheeljack, Those slagging Wreckers. I past through the security gates, riding into the Autobot hangar before transforming smoothly. Ratchet, Mirage, Sides, and Optimus were all there.
"What faction are they, Prime?" Ironhide was currently asking him.
"They could not pick up a faction signature. Which makes it all the more important that we get there soon, everyone understand? If it does happen to be a Decepticon, the goal is not to kill them, but to persuade them to join our side. It always is," Optimus narrowed his gaze on Ironhide, who's fancy black cannons were already whirring in anticipation, "This means you, Ironhide."
Hide feigned a look of innocence, "What? I didn't say I was gonna shoot them...yet."
"I am serious, Ironhide." Optimus warned.
"What if it's a neutral?" Sides asked the question that came to my processors.
"The same thing applies." Optimus answered, before transforming down into the enormous Semi Peterbilt, "Autobots, roll out!"
~ Becca's POV ~
I sat at a small table in the back of the food hall, my chin resting on the palm of my hand as I stared into the bowl of chicken noodle soup. I wasn't all that hungry, but I wasn't really ready to go back to do anything, so I settled for just staring at it. I knew Lennox would understand why, so I wasn't worried so much about skipping work today.
I stared into the soup, watching as the little noodles floated around gently. Focusing...swirling...
I didn't even notice when I drifted off.
. . .
There was something falling, right from out of the sky.
It was a robot. Slender, and silver with black accents. A lot of armor, but it obviously feminine from the way the waist curved it. It was falling fast, and for some reason, the robot felt strangely familiar. Like I've been with this one before, even though I've never seen it before in my life.
Like dèjá vu.
It was strange, and it was making me feel odd. But the robot kept descending, flailing it's hands around as if trying to fly or slow the process of falling, but to no prevail. The feeling of dèjà vu was only increasing, and it felt like the answer was right in front of me. I squinted, as if that would help me figure it out. Why did I felt like I knew this bot?
And the robot turned my way, and it immediately hit me.
Green optics. Macey had green optics.
My eyes went wide, and time seemed to slow down as I stared out at the robot in complete astonishment. The robot watched me for a very long time, before whispering something to me.
"Reborn."
My heart almost stopped beating. That was Macey's voice! My eyes immediately flooded with tears, but just as quick as she was there, she was gone.
. . .
My eyes snapped open, and I jumped a little. My heart was still wildly racing in my chest, and I placed a hand over m heart to try and calm myself. That was by far, the craziest vision I've ever had.
But could it be true?
The last time I had a vision like that, it was when I dreamed of a green-eyed robot saving me from fire. Which, eventually, ended up happening. Does that mean it is true?
Could it be, that maybe...Macey's not gone after all. Just...reborn?
I shook the thoughts out of my head. Of course not Becca, don't be so stupid. She's been gone for over nine freaking months! If Primus really wanted to bring her back, she would've done it a long time ago.
Right...?
And that's it for the chapter! Hoped you liked, and please review :)
