My Tooth Fairy
The End. The Beginning. - Part 7
System. . . Error. . . . Error. . . . Systems. . . . System. . . . . . Online. . .
Alexis shoveled in as much air as she could into her olfactory system, the unlikely disgusting air filled with fire and ash refreshing to her aching body. Her body thrusted upwards so that she could see where she was, nothing short of a Cybertronian junk yard. Half of her wondered how she'd found herself there, but the other half somehow knew something in her mind wasn't giving in to telling her. She could remember only remineces, thoughts of her being dead, her spark not beating when it should have been.
Quickly she scanned herself. Vitals were good, if not a little razzled from the rude awakening. Her spark beat a pace that was more unnatural than usual, but it died down to a normal beat within minutes of her sitting like a lost duck. When her nerve sensors came on, she felt needles crawling up her chest, peircing through her metal. Peering down she noticed a small robotic spider like creature was trying to unhinge its leg from her chest plates, the ones that specifically led to her spark.
With a screech she flung the creature off and it landed on the ground with a crack. It took no second for it to scatter away to a dark hole she presumed was its home. Shaking her head she rummaged for memories and only found enough to give her intel that Ironhide had done something after the explosion to save her, it had been futile and she'd supposedly died. Taking the creatures leg from her chest that it'd left, she scanned over it. From what she could gather, it had not been so futile, all she'd needed, or all her spark had needed, was something to jumpstart it enough to get it beating again.
Past the conscious thought, she could remember Ironhide's words and his tears, the ones she'd never heard nor seen him shed before. In all honesty, she was glazed over by the thought that someone would love her so much they'd cry like that, even in front of others he only showed his tough guy act to. Now, as she tried pushing the thoughts away, she had to figure out how to get to Megatron's base.
Bombs and firepower exploding in the distance caught her attention and Alexis looked up to see that she wasn't as far away as she thought, but it would take her at least half a day to get there, even by alt-mode. If of course she could drive, her arm last time had made her crash on herself, and quite honestly, she didn't want to go through that again. But if it was faster. . . Then again, she was in a scrap yard, and one that was used more for body dumps than anything else. Scanning her optics over the many parts, she looked for what could substitute for a forearm. Nothing caught her fancy and she was disgusted by the thought of having to dig through the parts of once living beings, Autobot or otherwise. Some may have been Decepticon, but they barely deserved to be scavanged.
Alexis looked at her missing arm and sighed, as of now, it was the only choice she had.
"Here goes nothing." Leaping down from the pile she'd been ungraciously thrown onto, she began wading around, hoping that whatever she found would be good enough. If she had to prefer anything, it would be of a former femme medic, so that she'd have something useful in her line of work. That and, the less dangerous she seemed, the more she could outwit her enemies.
When an hour rolled around, she was getting close to giving up. But like the times before, she pushed herself through the thoughts and kept going. This time, she was met with something useful. It wasn't the arm of a medic, but it was femme, and looked suitable for her size. It barely matched her color scheme, in fact, the light green and dark grey didn't even match her red, white, grays, and charred metal. But it was worth the shot.
Sitting down, she scanned the arm, assessing what wires would attach where, and how long the procedure might take. She as well counted in pain, but she'd been through enough that this would be a needles pinch to her.
"Alright, Alexis, you can do this." And with that, she began. Resting the arm on its knuckles and stabalizing it between her knees, she picked the first wire and began searing it to her own. The pain was unspeakable, and the stupidity of her actions, not having another person to help as well as not being in a clean room, she knew for sure would get her a lecture from Ratchet after this whole thing was finished. Though, as she treaded on, it became more bareable and she found that each wire was easier than the last.
"Ya, they're sayin' her bodies in here. I can' beleive they actually killed her off. Not like it's not surprisin', she was supposedly new to this kind'f stuff. But with all she'd done, it's kind'f a miracle fer our cause."
Alexis's head shot up at the voice and she scanned over the various piles until her optics caught two walking forms coming toward the scrap yard. She could see them hauling something behind them, and no doubt whatever it was, was a hoard of new bodies. Hopefully Decepticon.
"Ya, I can't believe Vix though, taking all the glory just 'cause he found the body. We all know it was that shadowy dude's doing, whatever his mystery name was."
"Ya, well, whoever he was, died in the blast with her. Stupid Autobots so quick to sacrifice themselves for the 'cause'." The two laughed, not even flinching when the bodies fell into a slump on the ground. "This place it getting way too full, think we should start incineration?"
"Megatron said to keep this one clear of incineration. Said that after the war, when all Autobots are dead and in here, he wants their bodies to be hung up for all remaining Autobots to see that they'll never win."
"Sadistic, guess that's why we follow him."
"You two are about as dull as a basket of bricks." Alexis stood up, her new arm limply at her side from the lack of blood flow. She knew it take at least an hour to get enough in there to functionall move it, and that led her to question her actions. Was it such a good idea to catch their glances and provoke them? Maybe not.
"I-i-i-is that!? She's a fraggin' zombie, run!" The two bolted off and she cocked an optic ridge. She was expecting more of a fight, but then again, if they were only there to dump bodies, the'd probably never seen real action in their life. But no doubt they were calling it in, she had probably less than ten minutes to find a way out and get out.
She paid less mind to them, and more to her arm. Raising it up, it still fought against her control, almost knowning that she wasn't the true owner. And even though she felt bad for whomever this arm belonged to, she had no time to care whether it be her own feelings or the arms. Letting it fall back to her side she scanned the horizon. Nothing spoke out to her, except for the charging of an engine. This one though wasn't familair, it was larger, more powerful, and was lifeless, unlike that of a Cybertronians.
Running through the yard, she quickly found the entrance. Something blazed smoke to the left of her and she snapped her gaze over to see a vehicle much bigger than any cybertronian getting ready to leave. "HEY!"
The two 'cons who had been dropping bodies off looked at her with pure fear in their optics. The smaller, more pudgier one pushed his 'friend' out of the way and got into the vehicle, what she could only describe as some storage freight. The slender one quickly pulled himself together, following the other. The vehicle didn't move though, and she wondered if they were waiting for others. Her wonder was cast away when the frieght began moving, slow at first, but gaining speed.
She dared not waste time and quickly began running after it. Much of the ground was smoother than most and when she felt that her new extremedy was ready, she transformed and pushed her engine to its max speed.
It took her longer than expected, but she caught up to the vehicle, only one other Decepticon inside. He clung to a strap that hung from the wall, his glare intense on the driver and where they were headed. From what she could tell, he was the leader of the pack. His head snapped her way when she drove over debris that cracked loudly under her wheel. He had a patch seared onto his right eye, and his left waggled off to the side as if it had nothing to hold it in place.
"Ya could've told me we had a live one!"
"We did, we said she was alive!"
"Ya didn't tell me she was'a chasin' afta us!"
The two others caught glimpses of her and she smirked when she saw their frames become ridged. She could feel herself getting tired from the chase, knowing that her body was not at its full capacity for energy storage yet. Still she kept on, in fact, she did better than that. Pushing herself faster she sped ahead of the open door way, and shen she knew she was far enough, she transformed and let herself be thrown back by the wind force around it. Her fingertips caught onto the doorway as she went past it. The two scared 'cons inside let out peaks of screams, but shut themselves up without hesitation.
Alexis groaned under the weight of her body being pulled away from the doorway. Her new arm wanted to slip, her fingers not yet ready to handle the dexterity it took to grapple the side as if it were her last hope. Beyond the wind whipping past her audio receptors, she could hear footsteps coming closer toward her.
"You's put yerself in a rut this time, femme." He cracked his pede down on her fingers and she waited for the scream to tear past her throat, but nothing came and when she looked she noticed that he had tried crushing her new fingers.
"Interesting fact about new limbs, you don't get much feeling for a while." Alexis waited for the mech to try again on her other servo and when his pede came down she grabbed his ankle and used him to boost herself toward the inside of the frieght. A perilous scream filled the raging air and she watched as the mech was thrown off the vehicle and crumbled and rolled across the ground. She used the leverage she was given to throw herself into the vehicle, her adrenaline running high.
"Alright," She breathed, her system screaming at her for real air. "Someone's going to take me to Megatrons headquarter, or I'm going to start shooting."
The two looked between each other, not knowing what to do without their master.
"I killed your leader, I've got final say! Now take me there! She pointed her weapon at the taller mech. "And you, keep lookout, I don't need anyone interupting this ride." She stood to the side opposite of the door and watched them carefully. They had at least thirty minutes before reaching the main base, and though the two were scared, she didn't trust them. For a flicker of a second her optics caught onto something other than the Decepticons and she reached for it. It was a cloth, or more directly, badly stitched together clothing. No doubt some thing they did against the humans. Tying it around her neck she threw up some of it over her head, forming a cloak of some sorts. The two stared at her confused, but with one growl they were back to watching their stations.
Her mind wandered back to Ironhide and she pursed her lips. She knew she couldn't let them know until later that it was her. Not like she didn't want to tell them, but explanations and the shock factor should come after everything, not during, it would not only make both her and Ironhide less capable of fighting, in her thoughts, but there was the chance that they would think her an imposter. Shaking her head out of her thoughts she settled the inner argument, nothing would be revealed until later. Pulling the cloak closer she made sure it hid her features. "I'm coming, TF."