Transformers: Sins of future's past

by JupiterJones aka J.A. Franks

Disclaimer: All things Transformers belong to Hasbro and Takara-Tomy. I own nothing but the plot and Ocs.

Setting: G1/beastwars/beast machines continuity, except where it isn't. Divergent time-line, AU.

Chapter 6:


Getting out of the Ark was easy enough. A number of bots were entering and leaving and not a one thought to stop Alice. Many where too wrapped up in their own personal trauma to even acknowledge her existence. But soon, she was out side. Free to think. And after a moments confusion with her new frame, and how to transform, she was off into the sky.

She had always loved flying, it was why Alice became a pilot in the first place. Up in the sky, her mind became clear.. and then she could truly think about what was going on. Sure, she now was the F-35 instead of just the pilot, but the transition seemed.. natural? She frowned internally as that thought process occupied her processor. Everyone else she saw seemed upset or angry, a handful seemed passive, and the one or two that almost seemed happy were familiar somehow. So, why was she content? Alice banked into a slow turn, dipping into a cloud and enjoying the sensation as she let that question stew for a moment.

Well, what did she loose? Alice wondered. She had her mind, and her life. She could still fly and actually being able to do that at will was in no small part a great boon for her. Family? She lost that years ago when she left to join the Air Force. They hadn't talked in years since then. Her human body? Well that was well and gone, but she found that she rather liked her new one much better. Alice was missing something, something important, and she knew it.

It wasn't until Alice dipped beneath the cloud and saw the land below when it hit her processor full tilt. She nearly stalled midair when she saw the trees, twisted into strange cybernetic spires. Her sensors picked out the unusual mechanical wildlife crashing through them below. The once placid lakes now glowing blue with Energon instead of water. Then there was the smoke in the distance. Someone had been fighting, or there was an accident.. or.. something. Fear gripped her spark. This is what she had lost. Her home, as she knew it was long gone. Its people and animals changed. And she had the sinking feeling that all of society was now in chaos.

Alice clenched her jaw as she poured on the thrust, shattering the sound barrier as she headed for the smoke. The city looked like a battle field as it rushed beneath her. Then she saw them. Two smaller bots huddled together while large bots were kicking them around. The store behind them had been torn open and looted. It was anarchy. Anger burned in her spark. She barely even realized that she had transformed when she struck the largest of the bots attacking the smaller pair. The impact sent him and metal bits flying into the open storefront. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size you snot nosed punks!" Alice screeched at the top of her voice, her turbines were revving hard, and these jerks were the perfect outlet for her anger.

"Mind your own business, bitch!" Another shout as he swung a chained weapon at Alice.

Time seemed to slow again as combat protocols sprang to life. Lock. Tone. Fire. The commands poured through her mind like they belong there, second nature even. Alice had barely realized what she had just done out of instinct. The weapon on her forearm smoked and the offending thug now had a stub where his upper arm used to be. "I've made it my business, Jerkwad. Now leave before I remove the other arm too!"

The thugs scrambled away in fear, the only she damaged was clutching his stub as he yelled back. "You'll pay for that!"

Alice vented her frustration as her combat protocols subsided.. then turned her attention to the two small bots huddled up against the store. They looked badly beaten, the smallest looked to be unconscious and the bigger one.. a femme, she gathered.. was leaking badly... getting them to a medic would be difficult.


"And you just let her fly on out of here without even asking her where she was going!?" Ratchet yelled at Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. "She just got out of medbay, and now we have no fraggin' clue what happened to her! If she comes back dead, I'm going to rebuild you both into toasters!"

"Whoaah! Calm your jets, Ratch' You have any idea how man new bots have been going in and out of the base right now? Besides, she's a jet right? She probably has the same programming issues most fliers have, they get twitchy when indoors too long." Jazz supplied, nodding to both twins who, wisely, decided to keep their mouths shut for once.

"I don't slaggin' care! All bots who have undergone Cyberforming need to be kept track of until we're certain they are okay! They could have life threatening glitches in their systems! We already have over a dozen on suicide watch alone!"

"Its good to hear you care.. Ratchet was it?" Alice smirked as she tromped into the slightly crowded med bay, carrying one tiny, badly beaten bot in her arms, and a tiny femme, just a little bit bigger than the other bot, was latched onto her back, nestled between her wings. "I would have been back sooner, but I underestimated how far I had traveled when I found these two. The little one is Samantha the other less little one is Avery. They need a medic.. If you're done yelling."

Ratchet's jaw hung open for a moment before he rushed over to pick up the smallest of the two. The little femme was beaten so badly it was almost difficult to tell she was a femme by just looking. Jazz reached up to pry the other one off Alice's back.

"C'mon little femme, lets get you on a table and get that damage looked at while Ratch' patches up your friend." Jazz asked softly, as Avery resisted.

"Nu uh! Alice saved us from the meanies! She came down like an angel and knocked the biggest meanie so hard, he went flying!" Avery clenched tighter. "I dun wanna leave her!"

"But we can't fix ya' if you don't let go. And Alice isn't going anywhere right now, she's gotta get fixed too. Besides, we gotta try and find your parents. I'm sure they're worried about you two."

Ratchet scowled. As he busily went about repairing the smaller one, he commed the other medics. ::First Aide, get your aft in here! You too swoop! You need the practice. We got two badly damaged younglings and a scuffed up femme in here and I need a hand!::

Avery's tiny little engine whined before she finally released her grip and let Jazz set her down on the table. "I'm Hungry.. and tired.."

Jazz shook his helm, as the two junior medics thundered into the room while Sunstreaker and Sideswipe slinked out of the room, taking advantage of Ratchet's distraction. "We'll get you some Energon, and you can rest later, little spark. Then we can get onto finding your family okay?"

"Oh.. kay.." Avery grumped.. leaning against Jazz.

Alice smirked, even as Ratchet started yelling at her for going out and getting damaged, she knew deep down in her spark, it was worth it to keep looking to the future.


Elsewhere, four bots were huddled in an alleyway, one was clutching the stump where his arm used to be, moaning in pain. Two others where trying to unstick the fourth's mangled jawplate. "Shit, that bitch with the wings nearly took your head off, Max." One of the other bots stated as the others tried to find something to possibly pry it apart.

"Jeeze what a pathetic bunch of bots." A feminine voice proclaimed from the shadows.

"What do you expect, Patch. These are the lowest of the low, hardly even worthy of our time." A masculine voice replied.

"Hey! We take exception to that! The flying bitch just had us out gunned is all!" One of the bots shouted back defensively.

"If we had better weapons and armor, she wouldn't have stood a chance!" The one with his missing arm retorted.

"So we can see. Tell you what." The masculine bot stepped out of the shadows, he was tall lanky, and his right arm was replaced with a hook. "What if I make you an offer? You swear allegiance to our boss, and we'll make you stronger. Give you the chance at power you deserve. What do you say about that?"

The four bots looked at each other, murmuring something quietly before looking back to the tall mech. "That all sounds well and good, but.. just who are you? And who is your boss?"

"Why the name's Lockdown!" He chuckled and took a bow. "And the lovely little femme behind me is Patchwork." He grinned as the femme stepped from the shadows at the mention of her name. "And I'm being paid top dollar to find recruits for Lord Megatron. Recruits looking to claim the power and wealth they rightfully deserve."

They glanced at each other for a moment before one spoke again. "Alright, were in. What do we gotta do to join ya'lls gang?"

"Your.. initiation will come later.. For now, just sit tight, and try not to scream. I got delicate audios." Patchwork grinned as her arms transformed into repair tools and the four bots looked at each other nervously. Their screams would soon fill the night... but they would be stronger for it. All according to Megatron's plan.


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