A/N: Yay! I'm so happy with the nice reviews I'm getting! I finally finished my assignment so I can write the next chapter of the story. Decided to be strict with myself. Anyway – I got chastise about my earlier quip about withholding chapters for reviews – don't worry I won't do it!
This is Arcee's chapter now… and for a few questions to be answered.
Chapter Three: Don't Paint Me Black!
Arcee contemplated how she got into her situation. It had started out all right until someone decided to place a huge rock in her way. The others were far away enough to dodge the moon but she had to alter her course's direction, and so got spilt up from the others.
She had crashed into a desolate rocky mountain, with no near by vehicles to scan. Her only option was to travel towards some bright lights in the distance. It took her protoform body an hour to reach the source of the lights.
Arcee discovered a large and surprisingly unguarded building. It was the Cobra hanger. The doors were wide open, but Arcee wasn't to know that it was because the doors were yet something else that was not fixed after the last Sigma attack.
She quietly slipped in – scanning for any life forms. The only signs of life she could pick up were far enough for her to continue sneaking around.
Arcee looked around the hanger, spotting different types of transport vehicles. None were right for her until she saw a sleek black motorbike standing innocently in a corner.
'Perfect!' She thought as she began scanning the bike.
Her senses suddenly alerted her to the fact a life form was approaching.
In her haste to get out she didn't see the spilt oil patch on the floor.
She slipped – stepped back to regain her balance – and crushed the so recently scanned bike.
"Oh slag!" Arcee hissed, as her senses told her the life form had pick up speed.
No doubt to investigate the crunching noise it had heard.
In a blind panic and with out thinking, Arcee picked up the mangled remains of the motorbike and threw them as far as she could towards the mountain she crashed into. The wreckage disappeared from view. With minutes to spare – she transformed into the bike and took its place.
Hoping no one would notice the major change in colour…
A small door inside the hanger opened and a lone Cobra Trooper poked his head in.
It was dark and he couldn't see anything – for all he knew all the Sigma's were hiding in the shadows.
"They don't pay me enough for this job!" He muttered, unwilling to possible face up against the Sigmas.
Life was hard when you were a henchman.
Deciding to pretend he heard nothing, the Trooper left.
This left Arcee thinking of what to do next. She didn't know anything about Earth or were the Optimus was. She didn't know where to go.
'Well,' she thought, 'Optimus knows Earth better than me, and since he chose a planet with a slagging moon - he can come find me!'
She wondered what to do about the destroyed bike.
'If I leave and the bike is discovered missing – it could lead to complications, and I ought to stay near where I landed to help the others locate me,' Arcee mused to herself, 'and I suppose that I owe whoever's vehicle that was my services until they get a new mode of transport.'
Deciding to stay Arcee slipped into recharge – and got woken up a few hours later by angry scream of, "what the hell?" From Rocket.
A few hours had passed since then. The human called Rocket had left to find some black paint and Arcee was left to amuse herself.
She couldn't leave as a lot more Troopers were walking around during the day than there were during the night.
Arcee, feeling bored, had discovered the bike she had scanned was extremely advance for human technology… It even had wireless Internet.
Something Arcee had managed to keep when she had scanned the bike. Curious to find out what this 'Cobra Organisation' was - Arcee decided to research it online.
What she found – she didn't like.
'International terrorist organisation! What am I going to do? If they find out… what would they do?' She groaned to herself.
It was then that she noticed Rocket returning.
Arcee glared at the human approaching her and carrying a tin of black paint.
'This isn't going to be my day is it!' she thought to herself sadly.
The Troopers were leaving the hanger – it seemed they were going to do some practise drills outside.
This left just Arcee and Rocket alone in the hanger.
Arcee glared at the paint Rocket was carrying, 'I can't let her paint me black! That's a Decepticon colour!'
She had no choice, she had to talk to the human… it was either that or running Rocket over. And Arcee thought Optimus would be happier with the lesser of the two evils.
"Don't paint me black!" Arcee yelled.
Rocket dropped the can of paint and jumped backwards.
Rocket stared at the bike in shock for a few minutes.
Arcee was wondering when the screaming or otherwise - the questions were going to start, when Rocket did something strange. She started chuckling.
"Good one Zartan!" She called to the empty space behind Arcee, " almost had me fooled there. Now stop playing around and show yourself!"
Arcee was about to retort angrily that she wasn't Zartan, when some one above spoke first.
"Vat do you think you are doing?" The Baroness asked in her European accent.
She was standing on the platform that ran around the walls of the hanger. Her arms resting on the guard rail – looking down at Rocket.
"I'm talking to Zartan, that's what I'm doing," Rocket called back up to the Baroness.
"Dat is impossible, Zartan is not even here. Cobra Commander has sent him off on a mission to infiltrate the Sigmas," Baroness crossed her arms and smirked down at Rocket.
"Then who just spoke?" Asked Rocket.
"If you are hearing voices I suggest you best see a doctor, but enough of this silly conversation. Stormshadow is back, he wants to see you," replied the Baroness.
"Not like you to take messages," said Rocket.
"I vasn't going to, but I heard your voice as I walked past," with a flick of her hair, the Baroness exited the hanger.
Rocket looked down at 'her' pink bike.
"Looks like the painting will have to wait," she sighed.
Rocket turned and walked out of the hanger to find Stormshadow.
'That was close!' Thought Arcee as she watched Rocket's retreating back.
A/N: Let me know what you think of chapter three please! And now I have set up chapter four for the wackiness… yay! Totally not linked to any Transformer though, I dropped a hint, but it may only become apparent in four. Also I'm including Decepticons next chapter.
Anyway – please review… and I promise I'm not going to withhold chapters! Chapter four may take some time before it gets uploaded due to the fact of life called college and reality.
Thank you for reading!
Mystic-Nin
(P.S: with black being a Decepticon colour, I used that from the movie… where all of them were black).