Autobots and Revealings
(First Person P.O.V.)
"Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn." C.S. Lewis
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Hasbro and Micheal Bay do. (If I spelled his name wrong, he deserves it! He killed Ratchet and Jazz! Didn't even introduce many of the others! Grrrr!) Beware harsh language.
Me: Hey guys! I am happy to say that we have special guests in the Autobot ranks in this chapter! I can't wait for you to meet them! And, let's not forget that the Decepticons are getting a few new people as well!
Ratchet: Young one, aren't you a little too excited about this?
Me: Not at all. I am just being happy to have more characters than just what was in the movies. You all deserve to be praised, not just the ones we see most often. *nods head determinedly*
Starscream: Well, she's got you there, good doctor. ^_^
Me: Of course I do! I'm the author, for Primus's sake!
Jazz: No need to take that tone wit us, lil' missy.
Me: I can and will.
Jazz: -_-
Me: Oh, stop that. You know you love me! ^_^ Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter!
"Talking"
"Thoughts"
"Sign Language"
"Telepathy speech"
:Radio:
Past of Nova Riviere
Soon, Bee stopped in an alleyway behind some abandoned buildings, letting the three (well four, including Frenzy, though Bee doesn't know that.) of us out. Fog billowed around us, and the sound of engines and sirens made us look back the way we had come from. The sirens were coming from a lime green and red Search and Rescue Hummer H2, and the Mustang police car, while the engines came from two Lamborghinis, one red and one yellow, a silver Pontiac Solstice, and a black GMC Topkick.
The deep grumbling of another engine from the opposite way caught our attention, and we turned that way to see a Peterbilt semi-truck colored blue with red flames. It pulled up close to us, and we had to back up in order to not be hit. The semi stopped, and then started to break apart from the middle, then climbed upwards. A silent signal must have been given, because then the rest started to do the same. Parts were moving, bodies were formed, and the three of us admired the beauty of the transformation process.
My mind was already making a body for itself if I were to ever use that form. My new body stood at eighteen feet or so, and was colored blue with grey stripes on the wings. My eyes were going to be the same as in my human form, with my right blue and the left green. I had swords that would rest on my back, and a cannon in my right arm.
Meanwhile, once they were all done, the blue and red one knelt down to come face-to-face with Sam. "Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendant of Archibald Witwicky?" it asked in a voice that had a baritone quality to it. Definitely male.
"They know your name." Mikaela whispered.
"Yeah?" Sam answered as if he didn't know his own name. I nearly rolled my eyes, but refrained myself from doing so.
"My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron." Optimus Prime introduced.
"But you can call us Autobots for short." the lime green and red Cybertronian said.
"Autobots." Sam repeated breathlessly, glancing around.
"In front of you is Prowl, my second in command." Optimus said, pointing slightly at the police-painted bot. Said 'bot tilted his head to us in acknowledgment. I returned it when he glanced at me.
"What's crackin', lil' bitches?" the silver Pontiac said in a gangster-like voice, crouching and spinning.
"My first lieutenant. Designation: Jazz." Optimus introduced.
"This looks like a cool place to kick it." Jazz stated, sitting down on an old car like it was a chair.
"What is that? How did he learn to talk like that?" Sam asked. Honestly, I was wondering the same thing, though I could not voice it.
"We've learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web." So, the internet then. "My Weapon's Specialist, Ironhide."
The big, black Autobot had his cannons spin out from beside his arms, on glowing orange and the other blue. "You feeling lucky, punk?" he asked rhetorically.
"Easy, Ironhide." Optimus Prime said, motioning to Ironhide to stand down.
"Just kidding. I just wanted to show him my cannons." Ironhide replied.
"Our Chief Medical Officer, Ratchet." Prime said, introducing the lime green and red Autobot.
Said bot sniffed the air. I was wary of what he was going to say. "Mmm. The boy's pheromone level suggests he wants to mate with one of the femmes." I backed up, and stood a ways away from Sam and Mikaela. Mikaela scratched the back of her head while Sam whistled. But then the Autobot turned his attention to me. "And there is a strange smell around that femme." I tensed, but forced myself to relax as all eyes turned to me. My mind was calculating what it would take to get them off my case, but my eyes must have given it away because Ratchet said, "I know that look. Prowl gets that look when I say he needs to come to the Med. bay. So don't you try that with me, sparkling."
I rolled my eyes, but none the less let him pick me up. "Wow, the organic is taking a scan from The Hatchet?" the yellow Lambo said. His voice, to me, seemed like he was the snotty type.
"Yeah. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from this femme, youngsters." Ratchet replied. I felt a tingling sensation roam over my body. I didn't react on the outside, but on the inside, I was shaking. "I hope he doesn't see the scars..."
No such luck. "Where did the scars on your abdomen come from?"
I looked down as Sam called up, "Scars? Nova, what is he talking about?"
I breathed out a sigh, and signed, "Sam... you never asked what my life was like before I met you. I never told you in return. I felt guilty every time I had the chance and yet I never took them. For that, I am sorry. And I am sorry you had to find out this way..." I lifted up my shirt to reveal scars running vertically on my stomach.
Sam and Mikaela jerked backwards, and the Autobots looked at me, concerned. "Who did this to you, sparkling?" Ratchet asked.
I turned to him, then I gestured to be put down. Ratchet did so, and I asked Sam, "Can you ask them if they can understand me? And if they can't to look up sign language? It will make this easier on everyone." Sam nodded.
"Can you guys understand her hand movements?" When Mikaela and the Autobots shook their heads, he continued. "Then you guys look up 'Sign Language' on the internet, and Mikaela..." he trailed off, trying to come up for a solution for her.
"It's alright. I don't want you to translate for me, unless you want to." she said, giving him a small smile. Sam shook his head.
"Of- of course I will. I have no problem with that." Sam replied, smiling back nervously.
The 'bots had a far-away look in their eyes, then they focused back on me. "Okay. My past is one that will be hard to hear. I will be revealing things... that have never been said before today. I hope you forgive me, Sam, for not telling you sooner. And the way I will do this is going to surprise most of you, except Sam."
And with that, I latched onto the minds of everyone, and everything became hazy before going dark. They were now going to know of my story.
(Third Person P.O.V.)
They appeared in a white space, and steadied themselves. "Where are we?" Sideswipe asked the important question.
"You are in my head." a female-sounding voice said.
"Who's there?" Ironhide asked, his guns whirring.
"Stand down, old friend." Optimus said, placating Ironhide's personality. Said 'bot grumbled, but did as his Prime commanded. "I apologize. But if you do not mind me asking, then can you tell us why we are here?"
"You are here to see my memories, of course." A nine-foot tall femme appeared before the group, part metal-part organic. Her arms, legs, and neck were metal, while her head and stomach were flesh. Part of her height came from her feet, which she kept in a high-heeled like fashion. Her eyes... Sam gasped. He could recognize those eyes anywhere.
"Nova?" he asked.
The femme smiled at him sadly while nodding her head in agreement. There was hole in her throat, revealing the inner workings. Ratchet went over to the femme, and scanned her. He saw the same scars that had been on the human femme, and that... she had no voice-box. She could not speak. "She is missing her voice-box. Ripped out. Like... Bumblebee's."
"But then that brings up... how can we hear her voice?"
Everyone turned to the femme with astonishment written on their faces. She was looking down, curling and uncurling her clawed hands. "I haven't used this form since..." she trailed off softly, glancing up with sorrow apparent in her one blue and one green eyes.
Prowl had tried to come up with a plausible explanation for this, but could not, and felt a helm-ache coming on. Then he felt it soothed by a presence. He blinked quickly, glancing at the femme that was starring up at him softly.
Nova then turned and motioned for them to follow. "Are we really going to let this... this thing lead us?" the yellow Lambo asked incredulously.
"You are in my head, Sunstreaker. I can do whatever I want with you. If have no wish to follow me, then you can go back to the real world, and sit there until I am done. Or you can follow. Your decision." the voice seemed to echo from nowhere. The femme was still walking away, with Optimus, Prowl, Sam, Mikaela, Ironhide, Ratchet, and Sideswipe. Sunstreaker's optics widened, and he ran to catch up.
They walked until they came upon a stem of light. "What is this?" Ratchet asked.
"The first video that my parents had shown me when I was old enough." a computer-like keyboard came up, and Nova pressed a few buttons before the whiteness around them changed. "It will explain itself."
In a large room, a table made into a semi-circle held twenty-two representatives of the different planets part of the Republic Collection of Planets. A man was standing in front of them. He appeared to be in his early-thirties, and stood at twelve feet in height. His legs were made of metal, as were his arms and neck. He also had the addition of an organic tail, which was colored black and orange, like a tiger's, and lazily flicking. Next to him was a six-foot tall female, same in body type, but instead of an orange and black tail, it was white and like a wolf's. "Hekhi and Aimee Riviere, we are in a need to have an heir to succeed you. It must be a male, as per the normal lines of succession. You know what you must do."
The couple bowed, and replied simultaneously, "Yes, Senators." And with that they left. The view changed to stop in front of the sun, where there were multiple platforms orbiting it. The male and female from before were on one, and they were gazing up at the source of all their souls.
"Ycnia, God of Souls, we plead to you for a child. You know the best choice for us, so do what you do best, Our Lord. We await your decision." Hekhi said, and thus, they awaited their prayers to be answered.
In the background, the six moons of Vunov aligned, and everyone on the planet paused what they were doing, turning their wondering gazes to the sky. At that moment, the fire swirled brighter as a small form was created. Hekhi and Aimee's eyes grew wide with anticipation, waiting for their beloved child. After the ball of light separated from the sun, it stopped before the couple, opened, and allowed Aimee to reach in and take their new child. She held the child to her chest as the Ycnia connected to them, and revealed the gender and what Shifter it was.
When they heard female, they felt anxiety touch them. But then All-Shifter was revealed, and they were speechless. This was something they never expected.
"Thus started my life. We were soon chased away just because they wanted a male heir for my father. But Cerena, Goddess of Destiny, had other ideas in mind." Nova said, as the memory faded away.