TK-PRODUCTIONZ: Hey readers, sorry for such a wait… This summer's been kinda crazy and during the last remaining part of the year I was too captivated with working to get a 3.8 GPA to write.
Here's a short chappie but I'll have another one up right after I'm done putting it on the computer.
Thanks for all the reviews.
I feel the urge to work harder to make my work better and more enjoyable for all the wonderful and supporting reviews I received.
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There was nothing to be discerned from what she could ascultate from her knee; some minor crepitus but that was probably just jarred scar tissue floating in the fluid of her knee from previous injuries. Underneath the Kevlar a huge contusion began to form radiating around the entire joint but she would never experience the agony.
A churning sensation and dawning emptiness began to resonate from within the area of her intestines. Instinctively her hand reached to the packs on the left side of her hip only to have the tips of her fingers strike the bottom of the container.
"Fuck... Those God-damn Bastards!" Her mind snarled.
She quickly began to inspect the rest of the secretive little compartments her suit held.
Only one came with a satisfying touch that didn't result in feeling the empty corners or curves of an empty pocket or case.
The robots, if that's what they were, persistently worked while she remained unconscious to remove all utilities and food packs from her suit, if not for the suit itself she would exist naked in the circular cell that held her.
She drew out the small box; it was a GCTT ration…
The back of her tongue flattened to allow the contortion and presence of nausea creep out of her throat and swell in the space of her mouth.
GCTT rations, like GCTT liquor, were known to kill anyone daring enough to ingest them.
Hell only knew the tiny box and whatever aberration of food that swelled inside, the expiration date probably occurred 5 years ago.
Removing her eyes from the stenciled Neo-Russianan text for Gafilla Fish, whatever that was, she placed the box back in the unchecked pocket with a satisfactory action of dejection.
She would allow herself to become an extreme level of hunger-induced inebriation before even pondering over the idea of opening the ancient box and glancing upon what lay inside.
A hiss sounded somewhere in the incalculable amount of space within the darkness around the cylindrical area of her prison.
A slit of light appeared…
Then a rectangle of light, showing the radiant shape of a door's frame appeared from the darkness making her squint. She still managed to force her mind in its visual blindness to calculate the amount of footage in the space outside the glowing red bars by means of measuring the slayed path of light that stretched on the floor from the lit opening..
About 10-15 feet, a considerable length for the non-imprisoned area to ensure that the captor could meander in the area without having the captive able to grab at him. She mentally checked this and worked hard to adjust her corneas to the brilliant, white light.
A tall, thick shaped being suddenly appeared to stand in the way of the light from the connector to the lit outer room; the light leaked between the large sculpting of muscular arms, broad chest, powerful legs and helmet covered head.
It stepped through and a sudden hiss sounded again as the door shut, blackness severing the white light till utter darkness consumed all again.
She existed momentarily blind from staring into sudden brightness only now to be saturated in darkness aside from the gentle red glow radiating off the bars of light that imprisoned her.
In her transitory blindness she heard a progressive, clunking sound travel towards her.
The creature stood just at the tip of the splayed red glow, 2-3 feet away from the bars.
Her eyes finally adjusted to look upon the metallic features of a familiar humanoid robot. It was the creature from the engine room.
It did not breathe, so she could not hear what variation of emotion it had. The movement of its body, however, held similar qualities to that of a human being. She could perceive its plans of what would be done to her through its physical display and hopefully an answer would come to assist her in figuring how to be freed from this prison.
Looking up from her thoughts she found the metallic maw displaying a rather murderous looking set of teeth. It bared its teeth at her; the sharp, pointy death-needles gleamed red against the light in their immaculate white coloring.
As she watched, somewhat stirred to defense in eying the razor-sharp incisors, the curvature of the mouth drew up and the impossible idea she came to, smacked against her brain, that the creature standing before her bared its teeth in a smile.
Her head cocked as her eyes lessened from their defensive squint to further study in bemusement, the asinine display the creature presented to her.
Why he was smiling at her…
He wasn't sure.
He ended the pathetic attempt to be friendly very quickly; most likely the Warriess before him probably thought it a sign of weakness. Her eyes were tracking his movements and gestures with a fierce stillness.
Eying her back he noted the many slashes and light indents of scars on her Maximal-like face; the gentle light enhancing them. Upon what he figured to be her mouth a defined slash of a scar moved in a diagonal slant. Upon her barely colored, somewhat shapely lips its darker pinkness gave her mouth an attractive, exotic touch that sparked his adoration for things within the relativity of battle.
He envied her; the many proud wounds and scars he received with every battle against the Predacons and battles during his time on Cybertron did not exist. With every trip to the CR Chamber the proud marks of battle were removed by the chamber machine's healing process.
If the scars were not a defined signature of her battle prowess then surely the cold possession that emanated from her organic eyes described her full war-seasoned persona and lack of fear.
The eyes, being organic, were without the simplest of LED light to display the origin of a pupil. At first, when his eyes met hers they appeared black and flat, but upon looking more he could see shards within the cold darkness that were her eyes. The light forced the alienated shards drifting in her eyes to appear red but perhaps they were of a different color.
As he stared into her eyes the shards seemed to grow in the space of the iris and he felt like the very essence of his spark would be sucked from his body if he continued.
Not to be the one to shirk; he let out an abrupt, loud snort that took her by surprise long enough to end the stare between them.
Composing herself in less than a nano-cycle her face tensed again and her mouth drew into a curve just below the arc of a frown; her chest heaved subtly in long periods.
Without knowledge of respiration he had not the slightest clue as to why her chest would undulate so.
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The overhead lights held a gentle brightness and complimented the lacking area of the room. In the middle a table erected from a thick pole that rooted from the floor. On the walls surrounding, several flat cabinets lined in a single row at chest level.
Rhinox hovered around the table; several intricate devices were laid out next to where his nonworking arm rested. The table's surface was currently dominated by the various objects and tools that were held within the strange she-creature's exoskin.
A metal, radiation scanner existed equipped within his huge four fingered hand. The activation and control buttons were pressed down by his thumb and the other by his index. The digital, graphics producing lens wedged in a ring of metal connecting to the elaborate device his hand clutched, swept over the small, stubby firearm Dinobot recently confiscated from the female. The lens inverted the colors and outlined certain dimensions and aspects in the gun's internal structures.
In front of his inactive hand and several futuristic looking forensic tools a small computer and keypad rested on the table. As he studied the weapon by use of the lens something would arise and prompt him to make note of it. His hand would levitate as if self possessed and begin rapping on the small face of the keypad.
His hand stopped in mid-type at the sound of a pressurized hiss from behind him. Recognizing it as the door he finished his typing and shut off the complex lens, gently placing it on the table's surface he turned around to eye to incoming bot.
Optimus held a stern composure, friendly but addressing. "So any clue that what she is, is…."
Rhinox nodded, "She's organic… That's for sure." Optimus's eye ridges drew up in disbelief. Rhinox shrugged, "A very strong organic…"
Optimus reflected on the creature's appearance; images of the beings that aided their forefathers, the Autobots, in the 3rd great Cybertron War managed to surface whenever he did so.
"Hmm… Rhinox?"
The green and brown bot withdrew from his close contact inspection of the alien weapon through his digital lens to return gaze to the Maximal leader.
Optimus continued, unsure of what his mind lead him to believe, "Do you… Do you think this thing is human…?"
Rhinox's eye ridges quirked, his head bobbed slightly as the core-processor mind inside toiled with the aspects of the idea.
"It is possible… In the 3rd Great Cybertron War; information stored within our historical archives tells us that the species known as humans aided the Autobots against Megatron and his Deceptacon army with their primitive but useful technology."
Optimus's red eyes grew slightly as a great inconclusive theory sprouted within his head to better consider the facets of Megatron's deviant schemes.
"Then… Could this be earth?"
Rhinox shook his head, "not with two moons… Remember?"
"Right…" Optimus lowered his optics to visually prod the massive side of the complex cannon the female possessed that occupied nearly all of the feeble table, which would groan out of weakened support of holding the massive cannon at the slightest shift of pressure on its surface.
Optimus came to another theory, "then perhaps we're on a human colonized planet?"
"Hmm… Maybe; but how many human colonies do you know of are equipped with time travel?"
"What??"
The train of Optimus's thought process horrifically crashed suddenly in the middle of its gentle progressive journey, killing all of the conscious thought passengers on board.
Rhinox reactivated the complex lens device. "While scanning the objects with the electron nano-scope I found in this piece of equipment, irregular patterns and displaced anomalies within the molecular structure."
"And what does that mean?" His train of thought still lay on its side, a huge fire rising with smoke like a pillar from the top.
"It means that she's entered here by means of a quantum, chrono-alteration rift…"
Optimus stared, eyes thinned with incomprehensive bemusement.
"She traveled through time to get here… Look."
Optimus bent down like the green one commanded to look at the animated lens.
It focused on the small gun and by amazing telephoto process the image shown on the glass zoomed up on the gun until finally nothing could be seen except of millions of tiny blue-grey dots that were closely adjoined. The scope had focused so small that it now displayed the very molecular structure of the gun.
Off to the side a strange jagged hole punctured the dots, around it a line of what could only be cross-referenced in appearance relative to that of feather alloy, except neon lilac colored, rimmed the hole.
"What is that…?"
"It's a molecular irregularity… You see the light purple stuff, that's a phenomenal structure anomaly. Its obvious she traveled through time because only by traveling through time could the molecules be displaced in such vast proportion without undoing the object's entire sustaining structure."
"But we may have traveled through time and we don't have these tiny holes…" Optimus thought aloud.
Rhinox looked to him, quick to scientifically correct the Maximal leader.
"Actually we do… They're just not nearly as large, molecularly speaking."
Rhinox turned back to examine the firearm again. "Ours are not as large because we were protected from the quantum-stellar radiation of time travel by the thick lining of our ship... I'm guessing that with such large irregularities that her time-travel technology is still very experimental."
Optimus frowned, seeing that such a retort could only lead to the fact that they were yet again stuck in a metaphorical ditch about the female's species as well as origin. "So there's no knowing where or when she's from exactly…"
"Without asking her personally… Yes."
"Hmm…" Optimus remained facially frowning as another thought came to mind. "I better see how Dinobot's doing; it's been at least half a mega cycle since he went to visit the female."
With that the Maximal leader turned and strode out the door.
Rhinox returned all his attention back to the complex nano-scope. Eying the mysterious properties he could barely begin to imagine was such could be that held the holes from completely molecularly fissuring the entire structure and destroying it. In his energon-pump, he knew the female would undoubtedly have the same irregular gaps in her own molecular system.
"With such irregularities its amazing she still manages to survive. Let alone exist at all…"
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The incessant chattering and occasional snorts from the creature had passed the state of irritation from loss of translation and now simply pressed her mind into a state of extreme boredom.
Even if she had a hint of what the language could be, its identity of being something familiar still clung to her brain like a malignancy, the robot's unusual nasally but deep, growling and snorting voice knocked away at the fragile foundation of her comprehension.
It stopped its long drawl suddenly.
Her brain, shaken from its drift at the sudden cease of the white noise of the robot's speaking, prompted her eyes to meet it once again.
Dinobot stopped talking when he realized she no longer studied him with an intense gaze and instead decided to pan about the room lethargically.
If it wasn't painfully obvious before that she couldn't understand him the realization now practically rebounded against the front of his cranium.
Her gaze returned to him but this time it was agitated and closed to the idea of study.
"I'm guessing you didn't understand a word I just said…" He shrugged.
The corners of her mouth drew up but her lips remained together.
She smiled at the pitch she heard from his last statement, it sounded subtly disappointed, a clear sign that he had come to the conclusion of the barrier between them.
Smart creature… She thought.
He smiled back, "Smart female…" He noted that the wry expression she held could only mean that she understood his understanding of her total lack of understanding him verbally.
She stopped the smile as her boredom prompted a liquid craving. Though she figured it wouldn't understand her she decided to say it aloud anyway,
"Can you get me a beer…?"
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