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Chapter 8: Dimhofe

What a day...

Aalis almost couldn't breathe.

It happened all so fast.

Alien abduction.

Imprisonment.

Then to be taken as a gambling prize.

Freed by a bot.

And now on the run.

Devcon's blaster pointed at the door as it slipped open. The human curled up in the hand of Remix, fearing the worst.

"You know, Dev, keep causing issues and I'll have to arrest you one day."

"Seriously...?" The blue mech lowered his weapon. "Get in here or you'll blow our hiding place."

A mech and femme walked down into the basement, closing the door behind them. The mech looked young; he had Praxian build that showed his alt mode to be a sports car with white, blue, and red paint. Painted on his doorwings were the numbers "38". The femme was a Praxian too, with a similar build with an orange and purple paint job.

Both of them showed an Autobot insignia with three lines on each side.

"Devcon, you're just lucky that we're here."

"Smokescreen, you shouldn't even be here." The blue mech groaned. "Shouldn't you be in combat?"

The young Praxian laughed. "I'm on leave with my girlfriend. Speaking of, meet Lancer(1)."

"Still, Monacus is off limits to Elite Guards."

Lancer laughed. "Yes it is, but this is what I get for dating a compulsive gambler(2)." The femme glanced back at Remix and Aalis. "So, this is what all the chaos is about. An organic and a femmeling."

"Remix, are those...?"

"Autobots. Yes." The femme smiled. She had her friend back, and she was in the company of her own.

Smokescreen grinned as he walked over to the two. "Nice to meet you! I'm Smokescreen! And you are?"

"Remix. And this is Aalis."

"Nice to meet you." The human smiled.

Devcon vented. "Look, as much as I want to get all chummy, we have a problem. Saving your organic friend got us in big trouble, and now we're stuck here until we can get off the planet. Which will be twice as hard now. If it was just me, I could do it easily."

"Then let us help." Lancer nodded. "This is why we came. Smokes and I can keep a lookout and find a way for you three to escape the planet."

The three Autobots began quietly discussing a plan of some sort. Remix stepped forward to listen at first, but paused as she saw her friend's head bowed and her shoulders shaking. "Suster?"

"I'm the reason we're trapped here." She sighed, glancing up at her Cybertronian friend. "You could've abandoned me and saved yourself, but you didn't. Thank you."

The cellar door opened again and Exocet stepped inside. "You just had to make a mess of thing, didn't you Dev."

"Thanks for hiding us, Ex."

"Don't thank me yet. We need to get you, that youngling, and her pet out of here."

Aalis straightened up, eye twitching. "Pet!?"

"Can we use the bunker till then?"

Great, they were ignoring her.

"Of course, provided you keep quiet." The red femme turned her attention to the younger femme and human. "You, what's your designation?"

Remix smiled slightly. "I'm Remix, and this is Aalis. And she's not my pet. She's my friend."

"Oh," Exocet averted her optics, "my bad. Sorry, Aalis."

"It's fine." The girl sat down. "It's just been a long day."

The red femme strode over, looking down at the little organic. "What are you exactly?"

"A human."

The bots in the room, all but Devcon and Remix, glanced at one another. "Oh boy."

"What?"

"Don't you know?" Lancer asked. "Humans are valuable on the black market. Getting you out will be twice as hard. Any smuggler will want payment equal to or more than what you're worth."

The girl blinked. "But... why would humans be valuable?"

"Well..."

"Tell her later." Smokescreen vented. "We and Ex need to get out there before we raise suspicion."

Devcon nodded. "Yep. Ex, would you mind?"

"Not at all. But I am totally adding all of this to your tab."

"I would expect nothing less."

The femme walked over to a wall and pressed down, the wall shimmered revealing a keypad. Her digits danced across it faster than Aalis' eyes could follow. A panel slid open, revealing a small storage room full of random objects, all of which seemed to have barcodes torn away or serial number filed off. "None of you saw this. Now get in."

"Wait!" The human gasped. "Is it airtight? I don't want to run out of oxygen!"

"Oxygen? There's no oxygen on Monacus..."

"What...?"

Ex walked over, placing her servos on Remix's shoulder plating. "Go in and we will talk later." She pushed the femme and human into the room. Devcon walked inside before the door shut, encasing them inside.

A dim light shone overhead, flickering slightly. In the back of the room, energon cubes glowed, casing a blue light over half the room.

Aalis looked around and thought. Smuggler's den.

Which is what it was.

At a single glance, it was easy to see that all the goods were either stolen or smuggled.

Remix walked over to the back corner, near the energon cubes. A pile of organic cloth sat on the ground, squished between the cubes and a shelf full of boxes. "Here." Gently, she lowered Aalis down onto the cloth. "You're probably exhausted."

"Yeah..." the human chuckled dryly. "I've been abducted, imprisoned, nearly used for gambling, rescued, nearly recaptured... I think I need a long nap."

Devcon looked over at the human. "You really don't know what's going on then."

"Not at all."

He sat down on a box. "You know, an Autobot and a human together aren't exactly a normal sight. Are you from Victory?"

"Victory?"

"Ok... guess not." He vented. "Where are you from then?"

"Earth. Remix and I live on earth."

His optics glanced curiously over at the young femme, who grinned. "I was sent there by a refugee organization. They didn't want me getting into the war because I was so young. I didn't have a means to leave, so I stayed and met my dear friend here."

He looked the femme over, his optics pausing on her Autobot insignia. "I see." His gaze turned to the human. "And you. Do you see that box on your hip?" The girl paused, looking down to see the small box.

"Oh!"

"That is a converter. Tap it gently." The girl did so and a blue ripple covered her body, making her squeak in surprise. "That converts the atmosphere to one that is breathable for you. It can do that for any atmosphere, but not for the vacuum of space." He knelt down, looking at it closely. "Press the button on the left. The small dark blue one."

The human pressed it and the area around her head rippled blue again. "What?"

"That's a translator. It will allow you to understand any language and allow others to understand you. Bosch probably didn't care to turn it on himself." His gaze softened as Aalis yawned. "Get some recharge. I'll wake you when it's time to go."

"Sounds good..." The girl sat down on the cloth pile and laid down, falling asleep almost as soon as her head hit the cloth.

Remix vented, leaning back as she too allowed exhaustion to wash over her. "Thank you again, Devcon. You didn't have to save Aalis, but you did."

The mech looked down at the little femme before sitting beside her. "It was nothing... so, how did you join the Autobots?"

"I was rescued by Autobots when I lived in a youngling center on Nutronia. They let me join but I was immediately put on a refugee ship when Decepticons attacked. I've been on earth basically since then. But I met Aalis and we became great friends. I was content on earth, but then this happened."

The mech studied her. "Do you want to go back to earth or join the fight?"

Remix paused, leaning her helm back. She didn't know. She loved her life on earth, as quiet as it was. But what all did she do but spend time with her friend in secret and drive her around the rest of the time? But if she stayed in space, she could fight alongside the Autobots and do some good. But what about Aalis...? Could she leave her dear friend, her suster, back on earth.

Or...

Could she and Aalis live in space? What could her human friend do to help in battle? But, it wouldn't be safe for a human.

She couldn't answer Devcon.

At all.

The mech patted her on the shoulder plating. "Get some rest. I'll wake you when we have more information."

The little femme nodded, offlining her optics and falling deep into recharge.

"Finally, some good luck."

"Oh, don't act like this will be so easy!" Remix opened her eyes to see Exocet speaking to Devcon, the red femme standing with her arms crossed. "And you're an idiot. You should've remembered that this event was this week. Smokes and Lancer remembered at least." She shoved a box into his servos. "Get ready. We move tonight."

"Thanks, Ex. I'll let the femmes know."

Exocet closed the door and left them alone again.

"What was that about?" Remix sat up, taking a moment to glance at her still sleeping friend.

Devcon turned around, venting. "Our escape."

"Oh! Great!"

The mech set the box down, leaning over and prodding the sleeping human with a digit. "Wake up, femme."

Aalis stirred. "Huh...?"

"Our escape route is here." Remix scooped the human up into her servos, waiting until the girl seemed more awake. "So, Devcon, what's the plan?"

The mech sat down, opening up the crate. "Tonight is the Mania and Mirage Inferno Ball(3). A giant party to drink high grade and partake in all forms of debauchery. The thing is, it's also a costume party. That's how we're getting out of here. Smokes and Lancer are going to take us on their ship to meet up with my partner, Slizardo, in space."

"So cool."

The mech gingerly picked up a small object and laid it out before Aalis. "This is a spacesuit for you. It'll integrate with your atmosphere converter. Put it on."

Aalis grabbed it and stepped behind a box. It was hard to take clothes off without removing the atmosphere converter. She slipped on the white jumpsuit, pulling it up over the converter and belt. Just as mech told her, the suit seemed to absorb the belt and converter. She slipped on armor around the shoulders, knees, thighs, and elbows; gloves on her hands, boots on her feet. The suit seemed to merge with the pieces she added. Over the suit, she added a belt with pouches and some chest armor.

It fit perfectly.

She stepped into the open. "So?"

"Looks good!"

Devcon nodded. "You can press a button on your neckline to activate your helmet." He picked her up and set her in the box. "Look for a small device. It's a holographic projector that'll help your disguise for the escape."

The girl rummaged around the large devices and found a small cylinder with a screen on one side and a button on top. As the mech pulled her out, she used the cylinder. She moved her finger across the screen looking through ways she could create a hologram that changed the color of her skin, hair, and eyes and the shape of her ears.

She gave herself elf-like ears, mossy green skin, red eyes, and white hair. As Devcon motioned Remix over, the human braided her hair, grabbing some leather strips she found and wound them in her hair.

"What about me?"

Devcon tossed a larger hologram generator to the femme. "Here you go. You can do the same thing." He picked up another generator and changed the appearance of his armor in form and in color, removing his Autobot symbol at the same time.

"Now let's..." He turned to the femme and stopped. "What are you doing?"

The femme giggled. "I think my human friend rubbed off on me." Now she looked like some kind of mecha from an anime. She had white and red armor with a blue chestplate; her helm had a golden headpiece and a mask over her face.

Actually...

Aalis took a closer look and laughed. "I knew introducing you to Mobile Suit Gundam was a bad idea." Indeed, Remix's disguise looked exactly like Angus Mikazuki's mecha.

"I look bad-aft! Admit it!"

"You look corny. But it works." He looked between the two femmes. "Remix, carry your friend. I'll take point. Whatever you do, don't loose me in the crowd, even if it means you hold my servo the whole time. Human, you hold on and don't get separated from her. Understand me?"

"Yes sir!"

Four femmes stepped out of a streamline ship. One of them winked at the aliens walking along the docks before laughing. "This 'otta be fun! Hunting in a costume party! Right Rori?"

"It's Aurora, Coldstar, you know this!" She laughed. "But you're right."

"It's more fun this way. Though, Crimson's only in it for the money."

"But of course, Balewing." At the front of the group walked tall and straight, her black armor with shining crimson accents; her tall helmet gave her an appearance similar to a samurai. "We'll get two Autobots, for you two to do whatever you want with. And we'll get a human to make us rich! Let's go ladies! The hunt is on...!"

Next chapter... the escape!

And yes, Aalis and Remix are weebs.

Please review!

Footnotes

(1) Lancer was a scientist, and wanted to become an Elite Guard, but she was always too afraid. However, I made it so she actually did become one.

(2) This is based off the G1 Smokescreen. While his appearance is based on Prime, I'm combining his personality with the G1 Smokescreen.

(3) This is based on a Halloween celebration found at Las Vegas.

VAs:

Devcon- David Kaye (Vision, Grandpa Max, Clank, Hammerstrike, Vandal Savage, The Missing Link, Optimus Prime)

Smokescreen- Nolan North (Smokescreen, Ironman, Superman/Kal El/Clark Kent, Isildur, Nathan Drake, Le Paradox)

Lancer- Laura Bailey (Black Widow, Trunks/Gotenks, Kushina Uzumaki, Lucina, Serah Farron, Chun-Li, Lust, Blaze the Cat)

Coldstar- Leah Clark (Himiko Toga, Yukiko Kanzaki, Yu, Yu Xuan, Homura/Kagari, Rubi Tojyo, Mavis Vermillion)

Aurora Speeder- Carrie Keranen (Ichiyou Higuchi, Caroline/Justine/Lavenza, Alya, Gulia, Satsuki Kiryuin, Ozzel)

Balewing- Alex Moore (Flare Corona, Lola, Agnese Sanctis, Kobato Kugimiya, Suzuno Kamasuki/Crestia Bell)

Crimson Phantom- Laura Post (Kasumi Yoshizawa, Macrophage, Isabella, Harley Quinn, Fubuki/Blizzard from Hell)