Chapter 02: Blue/Red

"Please, do explain. Like the sun?" Mearing repeated no understanding, massaging her head. Optimus Prime and Cyberia had talked for a while in their own language. For some reason, the Autobots saw no danger in her even though every human in the hanger was nervous.
"Cyberia has almost all the Energon there is left in the Universe, simple as that," Prowl said in a matter of fact voice.
"Ok, I've already lost you again," Lennox said trying to stay calm, ignoring the cursing Mearing.
"Look-"Prowl began, but Cyberia interrupted him.
"No, I'll tell them," she said, standing between the humans and the Autobots. Several soldiers had their guns ready, keeping a close eye on her every move.
"Alright," Prime nodded, "But tell them everything. From the beginning."
"Several years ago, I was taken from my home," the girl began, "I was one of the many aliens, who was a slave for the Decepticons. For some reason, I was the only human who lasted more than two years, and I was one of the few who lasted more than four years. Even though they were quite careful with their human slaves."
"Why?" Mearing asked about everything, hardly believing the half human girl.
"Because we are the only aliens who can move like we do when we dance, no other species can do that. Elegant, with curves and all," she said, awkwardly moving around as if dancing, which only alarmed some of the soldiers, "And, we are the only species who carry our children and give birth to them."
"Really? The only ones?" one of the staff blurted out, but after a severe look of Mearing he decided it was best he said nothing.
"I don't understand, if they're so 'careful' with their human slaves, why did they do that to you?" Lennox asked, looking at the metal at the girl's arms and remembering the attached spine.
"Experiments," Cyberia shrugged simply said, "All the Decepticons ever truly wanted, was to get Cybertron back. You see, we can create live, by brining birth to our children, because we were created. We live on and on, we don't evolve. The Cybertronians evolve, because they are a result of what was created to evolve." Tt sounded so logical to her, but she saw the confusion in the eyes of the humans.
"Anyway, they wanted Cybertron back. But because they cannot create live, they cannot –I mean- could not create Cybertron. They needed something which can create. They needed humans, which annoyed the hell out of them," she could not help herself and laughed for a moment.
"Still, how?" Mearing wondered.
"They had one small splinter of the Cube, which was too small for any of them to use, but it was huge for us – most of us at least. It would be massive for us humans. Because of the tiny splinter we, the experiments, became half a Robotic Cybertronian. But because of the power of the Cube, we have a lot of Energon running through my spine."
"Your spine?" Lennox said a bit dazzled.
"Yes. They pinned…" she took a deep breath, "Try to kill me, you have to stop the Energon, rib out my metal spine and stop my heartbeat."
"That's a lot," Cypress giggled, as far as an Autobot can giggle.
"So, you are more Decepticon than human, then," Mearing concluded, not hiding the loathing in her voice.
"I'll never be one of them," Cyberia snapped and quickly her eyes jumped from blue to red. But within a seconds they were blue again. She blinked a few times and then looked back to Lennox.
"All I want, is to live," she replied fierce.
"Still, more a Cybertrian than human," Mearing continued. Lennox wondered how far she could go before she pushed Cyberia too far.
"Cybertonian," Cyberia corrected, "and you have no idea what you're talking about, woman."
"It's professor Mearing," Mearing said quickly, looking at her assistant who shook her head. Cyberia narrowed her eyes and looked at Mearing. Something in the look and the posture of the young woman made Mearing more than uneasy.
"You better watch out, miss," Mearing threatened and pointing her finger, "Because else…"
"What?" Prime suddenly said, as his voice rose between the others.
"She's one of your people, Prime. Take care of her," Mearing said. Immediately Cyberia wanted to step forward, but she was stopped by two soldiers and several others pointed their guns at her.
"She is as well one of my people, as one of your people," Prime said calm.
"You're kidding, right?" Mearing said frowning.
"She's hopelessly annoying," Cyberia sighed in Cybertronian.
"Do not give up yet," Prime replied in the same language.
"Speak English," Mearing demanded.
"Not yet? After nine years of slavery I finally come back to my planet and they treat me like I am one of the Decepticons, Optimus," Cyberia said.
"We know," Prime replied calm, "but with time it will change. Do not lose hope in them, and accept who you are."
"Easy for you to say," Cyberia murmured and eased her posture.
"For the last time, miss, who are you?" Mearing said, raising her voice. The girl looked at Prime.
"Tell them," he said calm and friendly.
"I am Cyberia," the young woman said, but her voice was filled with shame, "I am the last source of Energon, yet still human. I can create and destroy live. I can take it, and give it."

"So, she's like their God?" Epps said, after Lennox told him what happened, "Don't you see it? Create and destroy. Give and take."
"It would explain her name," another soldier said, "If Cyberia would be the feminine form of Cybertron."
"Don't be ridiculous," Mearing snorted, losing grip of all the things happening, "And what is he doing here?"
"Well, excuse me," Epps lifted his hands and eyebrows, "But I know them a bit by now, after working with them for quite a few years now!"
"But if she's like their God, why treat her like a slave?" general Morgans said, ignoring the bickering Mearing and Epps on the other side of the screen. They had a small cyber meeting to talk about the young woman named Cyberia. They had some more information about her, which she had told them herself.

She was abducted thirteen years ago, when she was eight. There she became a slave who had to keep the ship clean. Another woman learned her to dance, and because of that Cyberia had been kept alive. When the Decepticons 'doctors' noticed Cyberia was stronger than most of the others, they used her for many experiments. Their goal was that Cyberia would eventually create a new Cybertron.
"Perhaps to control her?" Lennox said to the screen.
"No," Prime said, Lennox turned the camera a bit so the general could see him, as one of the soldiers quickly ran to Prime with a small microphone. The general still had to get used to the Autobots.

"Until she had not created a new Cybertron," Prime continued, "she was not yet to be above them. When she had created a new Cybertron, than she would be like their mother."
"Confusing," the minister of Alien Affaires said and stroked his beard, "yet, somewhere I can see the logical."
"Still, what do we have to do with her?" the general asked.
"Deport her," Mearing stated with a clear voice.
"Give her a chance," Lennox said, "Just like we did with the Autobots."
"She could be handy, eventually," another minister said.
"Or not," Mearing said and pushed Lennox aside, "Please, gentlemen, think! She already created another Autobot yesterday, who knows how much more she will create who will not be friendly?"
"We have to trust her," Lennox said, putting the camera back to focus on his face, "Just like we did with the Autbots. Cyberia seems to have respect for Prime and will listen to him."
"We'll give her a chance," the general nodded.
"Sir, I beg you-" Mearing tried, over Lennox's shoulder.
"She'll be under the guard of Major Lennox and Optimus Prime," the general said, "That's decided."
"Yes, sir," Lennox said and shut the camera down.
"We are not done yet, Major," Mearing said and turned around, walking away.
"I thought so, ma'am," Lennox said, folding his arms.
"It's professor, Major, professor," she said, waving her hand over her shoulder.
"Sure glad I'm not that assistant of her," Epps sighed, "I would seriously kill myself, get back alive, kill her and kill myself again."
"I don't think that would really help," Lennox sighed, but smiled when he saw the frowning face of Epps, "You know the Devil can get everywhere."

"You have to be kidding me. Let me in! For real, bro, let me in,' Sam Witwicky tried again, still the guard refused to let him in.
"Sir, you have to go now," the guard said, again, getting tired of the young man.
"No. no, I'm not going. You can go! I want to go inside, now," he said fierce and in a fast pace.
"Sir, I truly think you have the wrong address, this is Health and-"
"O please, don't start again! We had this talk several months ago, and you know what happened than, don't you? Remember? My car, my real car, came. Transformed. Kicked your ass. Got your partner fired, remember?"

"Sir, please," the guard sighed, he was seriously getting to old for this. He tried to calm himself with the thought that he only had to work another five years. Retirement, right now it sounded like heaven. What was this kid doing here anyway? It was close to eleven o'clock pm.
"Just call your boss, ask for Major Lennox and he will tell you everything," Sam said, folding his arms.
"Sir, you have to turn around right now, or I will call security," the guard said.
"Alright, stay cool, man. I'll go, don't worry," Sam cursed a bit and drove away.
"Save the world three times and still they won't let me in," he hissed, driving around the corner, "Keep it cool, man. We'll get it! Sure we will."
"Dude, you have to stop talking to yourself as 'we'," Wheelie sighed.
"Yeah, it's so not cool," Brain said. They had only just survived their brave, yet reckless, heroic deed.
"Shut up, I'll get in," Sam said, with twinkles in his eyes, "I will."
"Are you sure your girl went on some work trip and didn't just ditch you?" Wheelie said and laughed.
"Hey, first of all: don't laugh like that, alright? And second of all; we trust each other, so yes she is," Sam gave the small Autobot a warning look.
"Sure, sure, anyway, you should really get some VIP pass or so, to get in. You know? And…hey, wait, where are you going?" Wheelie said when Sam suddenly parked the car and jumped out of it.
"Stay here!" he said and shut the door.
"Sure, mister my-car-is-a-famous-hero, goes on another adventure, and we have to stay here with this crap," Wheelie sighed.
"Hey, I like this car!" Brain said, "it's not alive and has no attitude!"

Sam sighed, as he heard the two small Aubots argue in his blue car. He looked at the wall. He could do this, he hoped. He also hoped he would not get electrocuted or anything.

Quickly Sam looked around. There was no one there, luckily. He took a deep breath and began climbing the wall. It was not that hard. So far, at least.
When he was halfway the other side of the wall, Sam could barely feel his hands anymore. Why was he ever so stupid to climb this wall? He was happy not be electrocuted, but a stair would be very welcome right now! Almost, he had almost reached the ground! Suddenly the wall was lit at the place where Sam was by a bright light and Sam was grabbed by a big metal hand. The hand almost smashed him on the roof of an army van, as the bright lights almost blinded him. He screamed as loud as he could, forgetting to sound manly as he did it.
"Cypress, put him down!" someone yelled from a distance. Sam heard the Autobot murmur before he put his lights out and gently placed Sam on the ground.
"I'm sorry," Cypress said dutifully.
"You better are!" Sam said and patted the dust from his jacket, "What, who are you?"
"I'm Cypress," Cypress said proud.
"You're new," Sam said, straightening his back, "Where are you from? Canada?"
"I don't come from anywhere," Cypress answered, almost proud, "I was created."
"Created?" Sam laughed a bit nervously, "But the Cube is gone, I saw it. I did it."
"I was created," Cypress said again, and pointed over his shoulder, "by her."
"What?" Sam said surprised. as he saw the girl running up to him. Surprised by the young woman, early twenties, shining blue eyes. For a moment Sam doubted his own eyes.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," Cypress already said before Cyberia had even actually reached them. Sam reached out his hand to her, to introduce himself. But the unnaturally blue eyes young woman only looked at him. No, she examined him. From toe to head and from head to toe, back to his face.
"Samuel James Witwicky," she said in one breath. Sam heard that besides her normal voice the girl also spoke using sound waves, just like the Autobots did. He was surprised that she knew his name, but even more that she pronounced it right at once. Cyberia immediately recognized him, she did not even need to do the entire scan. It just happened. Her vision turned red, as a small blinking word appeared in her right eye corner. Eliminate.
"That's not good," Cypress said alarmed. When Sam saw her eyes turn from the weird blue to the devilish red, he freaked out. He started cursed and backed off. Cyberia grabbed his throat and pushed Sam against the truck behind him as he kept yelling for help. Cyberia felt the Energon flush through her as the blinking Eliminate still appeared in her red vision. She was fighting it, as hard as she could, but wondered how long she could actually resist it. It was programmed in her. Her breathing became heavier as Sam kept yelling like a small girl.
"Bumblebee!" he yelled with a high voice. Cyberia started shaking, and had the feeling that her disk would freeze any minute. Or explode, which was just as bad.
"Bumblebee!" Sam yelled again, as the red eyes still stared at him. Sam stopped yelling as he heard the sound of the wheels drive over the smooth asphalt. Before Bumblebee turned around the corner he transformed, immediately preparing his armory.
"Wow, big boy," Cypress said, backing off a bit, "No need for that!"
"Shoot her, Bee!" Sam yelled, pressing himself against the van, "Shoot her! She's a Decepticon." Hearing the accusation, Cyberia let go of Sam's throat and took a step back.
"What's up, Doc?" Bumblebee said, putting his armory aside.
"What's up? She's what's up!" Sam yelled. Cyberia took a few deep breaths and touched her head with her right hand. She felt a small shock go through her head. For a moment her vision was black, but it quickly recovered. She blinked a few times. Her eyes changing from blue to red and back. Blue. It was safe. She looked at Sam.
"I'm sorry," she said, trying not to pant too hard, "I'm fine again."
"You're fine?" Sam said, shaking on his legs "You're a Decepticon how can you be fine?"
"I am not a Decepticon," Cyberia hissed.
"I'll tell you all about it, right after the commercial," Bumblebee said.
"Ok, that's not funny, Bee," Sam said.