Nasar Pt 2
Just a scare two inches from the door, his hand froze. 'Why am I doing this? Just because of a dream?'He asked himself. Sighed, he knocked on the door. "Come in."Came a voice. The door slid open, and he walked though into Rail Spike's quaters. The Bullet Train Leader was sitting at a desk looking at a few photos. "Is there something you wanted, Skid-Z?"He asked, looking over and down to him. He caught sight one of the pictures on the huge desk. 'One of the Femmes from my dream!'He thought frantically. "Uh yeah. Remember the shuttle launch, before we came here?"He asked hesitantly. The older Bullet Train nodded. "Yes. I do. Every FemmeBot was loaded. But there was only about five."He responded. Skid-Z nodded, confirming his thoughts. "Gotta piece of paper and a pen?"He fianally asked. The Bullet Train wordlessly gave him what he requested. Leaning on the desk, he carefully drew the Femmes he remebered. "Do any of these look familiar?"He asked, holding up the paper. He swore on Primus that he could see the Bullet Train Leaders' face go paler than it was. He muttered something that sounded like "Holy Slag."Beneath his audio. "What is it?"Skid-Z asked. "These were the exact Femmes that were on the shuttle. Do you remember a Femme name Nasar?"Rail Spike responded. Skid-Z optics would've doubled in size at that name. 'Nasar....Ni....what WAS her name?!' He thought frantically. Rail Spike handed the other the paper with the drawings on it and said, "take this to Optimus. He'll have the most memory of these."He said. He nodded and exited and said, "thanks....I think.".
Whilst Skid-Z was searching for answers, a NASCAR racer was at the moment, racing what looked like a cherry red sports car with a weird paint job. It looked like bubbles were rising on it. The were both scratched and dented. "You'd better get a tune up Cher!"Cried a voice. But there was noone behind the wheel of the NASCAR! Both skidded to a stop and transformed. Now both AutoBot Femmes were aged and in there late teens. Equally scarred and grinning, they seemed happy enough.
The NASCAR's name was Nasar. Now her armour was still had it's white backround, and she was covered in black, red, and blue streaks. Her optics were blue, or rather one was. Her left blue optic was covered with a clear tranlucent patch, but the tiny flashing lights, sparks, and severed wires could be seen. She was still nearly blind in that eye. And when ever she was afraid, or upset, the wired and sparks would go haywire and could be seen brightly through to patch.
The red Sports car's name was mainly from her paint job. Her name was Cherry Pop. She was older of the two, yet Nasar was faster. Her entire upper body was red, except for a few white fizzling bubbles. Down from her waist the painted bubbles were thicker, untill from the mid calf, it was completly white. She had pink optics, a widely grinning mouth, and a small helmet that only covered the top of her head, and the sides of it. Her curving arms were laced with flashing scars, revealing flashing lights at random intervals.
Nasar giggled and said, "lets get back to base. If were late, Fiz'll go insane on us again.". Cherry Pop nodded and transformed into her Sports Car mode. Revving their engines, they sped off to the base.
Upon arriving, there was a forty foot tall FemmeBot standing there tapping her foot and looking very annoyed. Next to her, looking like an enormus bee, bright yellow and streaked black, was a twenty foot Femme. Second youngest, she had the shortest temper.
This Femme took the form of a bullet train. She was a lime green and white Femme. From her green optics to her white knees. She was the oldest of the FemmeBots there, but also, the smartest. On her left arm she had a long jagged scar the revealed flashing wires at random. She was wearing a lime green and white helmet. The top was white and the part that cover her eyes was lime green. It was cracked and spiderwebbed in various places. "Your both late."She scolded. Her name was Fizzle. She had named herself actually. Cherry Pop giggled and said, "you sound like Junker! Quit it! It's not like you.".
"S'not my fault you two decided to race."Demanded the yellow and black striped one. She took the form of a bulldozer. With her purple optics and bright coating, she looked odd. She was the unscarred one suprisingly. She had named herself Jumper Kable from her first realization she could think of. Impatient as she was odd looking, she held a heart of gold.
"Who called?" came another voice. A tall FemmeBot jogged out. She was the least scarred of all of them. She only had a single, long, jagged, deep scar down her curved chestplate, wires and sparks showing through the worn down armour. She grinned, her white face dimpling and she raised a purple and white streaked hand to cover her yawn. She'd been up late trying to repair Nasar's damaged optic. Even though she didn't like having her patch removed, some of those wires could endanger her spark and her other eye. Sighing, she waved the others into the old air base they called home. As the others jogged in, Nasar stopped for a moment as she breifly saw a face flash before her. "Hey Nace! Somethin' the matter?!"Called Fizzle. Shaking her head, she called back, "naw I'm fine.". The older FemmeBot scrutinized her carefully for a moment, her dark blue eyes narrowing under her cracked visor that she refused to remove. Then walked inside. Silently, Nasar followed.
Later that evening, everyone in the air base was asleep peacfully, Almost. Nasar was thrashing around in her bed like crazy muttering incoherently. "No....Onnichan....I'm sorry....."She muttered.
Little feet kicked at the air frantically, beofre breaking out into helpless giggles. "See! I told you I could make you laugh!"Declared Onnichan. Smiling, she saw someone bigger than Onnichan come up behind her. Turning slowly, she looked up at Optimus Prime. She was too short to see his face, so she leaned back farther until, "oomph!". She had leaned back too far and had fallen uncerimounsly on her rearend. Onnichan chuckled nervously as he stood his little sister right. "Yes sir?"He asked hesitantly. Optimus shook his head and sighed. "Just wanted to check up on the Femmes. Cherry Pop is still getting used to her surroundings with T-Ai, Junker is with Ratchet, Jumper Kable is with her brother, and Fizzle with with Team Bullet Train. I just wanted make sure that Nasar was getting along. But I see that you are raising her up just fine."He replied. Onnichan nodded sharply. "Thank you sir. Nasar is getting along fine. She loves it here. Right Nase?"Onnichan asked his little sibling. Nasar giggled and saluted with the wrong hand. Optimus's yellow optics smiled. Reaching down, her righted her arms so she saluting correctly. "That's the right way."He corrected. Nasar nodded and said "thank you sir.". Optimus walked away and as soon as he was out of ear shot, Nasar broke down into helpless giggles. "Is he always that tall Onnichan?"She asked, once able to contain herself. Her brother shrugged. Suddenly, an explosion shook the base. A lone shot was fired and she saw it rip through Onnichans' spark core. His eyes went wide as he collapsed in a heap of lifeless metal. And Onnichan screamed....and screamed....and screamed....and
"AGUUUUHHH!". "Nasar! Nasar wake up your having another nightmare! Nasar wake up!"Cried a comforting voice. She immadeatly curled into the fetal postion, shaking uncontroalbly in Fizzles' arms. She carefully patted the younger Femme's back softly. "It's alright Nasar. It's okay. It's okay. It was only a nightmare. Just a nightmare."She sighed. She already knew that Nasar had an older brother, but when the war came, she and the other Femmes were loaded onto a shuttle, in which while they were taking off, almost all of them had been injured. Nasar's eye, Her visor and her scarred left arm, Junkers long single scar, and Cherry Pop's scars around her arms. Sighing, she had always felt attatched to Nasar, she being the youngest and herself being the oldest. Once she felt Nasar's shaking ceace, she set the little Femme back into her bed. "You alright now?"She asked. Nasar nodded slowly and sighed. "It was the same on. How come I don't regognize that face?! Or the one who fixed my hands?!"She burst out angrily. She moved to a more comfortable postion. She wrapped her arms around her knees and leaned her forehead on it. "Wassamatta?"Came a sleep groggy voice. Fizzle turned see Cherry Pop, Jumper Kable, and Junker leaning on the door way. Fizzle mouthed 'another nightmare' and the two hurried into the room. Each having similar memories of being with other AutoBots they did not regognize.
For Nasar, it was with two people. One, a medic with a ambulance mode that she remembered calling 'Uncle Something', and a fast racer she knew as 'Onnichan' but since she didn't knew much Japanese, she had long since forgotten what the blessed word meant.
For Cherry Pop, it was being with a human girl that she just called 'T-Ai'. She liked to play games when she wasn't working. And a few others, such as a certain blue sports car with older brothers. She simply knew him as 'Annoying' or 'Mister Jerk Off.'. She did vaugely remember knowing the Annoying's older brothers rather well. They were nice to her.
For Junker, it was hanging out with a Medic named Ratchet. That she remeberd. He taught her everything and anything he knew. How to set up, how to repair ect. That's how she learned to make Nasar's patch. She was the second oldest. She also knew another AutoBot there. His name was X-Brawn. He was very nice to her.
For Jumper Kable, it was being with her brother, another bulldozer and his team. She barely knew her brother, but knew they shared the same short fuse and both got mad rather eaisly. She rememberd, just barely the other members of the team, a back hoe, a dump truck, and her brother was all she remembered.
Fizzle remembered perhaps the most of the group. It was being trained by the Team Bullet Train. She rememberd Optimus Prime, the other Femmes as very small. She dared not to tell any of the other Femmes that. She'd be bombarded with questions day and night!
Sighing, the others retreated back to their rooms, all but Cherry Pop as Fizzle walked past her, the taller Femme's form casting shadows over her. Walking into the smaller room, Nasar was still curled up on her bed, still quivering uncontrollably. Walking to her side, she placed a single hand on her side. "Nasar?"She asked softly. The younger looked up, her good optic shimmering in her fear. Nasar looked up Cherry Pop and let out a shaky breath as she whispered three words. "Onnichan is alive.".
Skid-Z stood nervously infront of Optimus Prime as the Fire Convoy looked aghast at the paper in his hands. "Do you remember them?"Skid-Z fianally asked. "Yes. I do. These were the Femmes that were loaded on. One of them was your younger sister, wasn't one of them?"He responded. T-Ai, upon hearing about the convorsation, sliented faded in and got a look at the picture. Her eye's went wide as they set themselves on a certain Cherry red sportscar...."Cherry Pop?"She wondered aloud. "Optimus! Hey! Where is everybody?"Came another voice. Koji had come for a visit. "Hello Koji."Optimus said in his best voice. Seeing that Skid-Z was having reocurring dreams of these Femmes had shaken him up just the slightest. Koji grinned widely and said, "it's awefuly quiet today Optimus. My dad thinks that the Predacons could be up to something.". T-Ai nodded in agreement, "nothing has happened in the past few days. It is very rare that the Predacons will go two days or less with out causing SOME KIND of damage.". Optimus only looked at the paper in his hands. They had better find their way here soon. Or else who knew what might happen.
TBC
Just a scare two inches from the door, his hand froze. 'Why am I doing this? Just because of a dream?'He asked himself. Sighed, he knocked on the door. "Come in."Came a voice. The door slid open, and he walked though into Rail Spike's quaters. The Bullet Train Leader was sitting at a desk looking at a few photos. "Is there something you wanted, Skid-Z?"He asked, looking over and down to him. He caught sight one of the pictures on the huge desk. 'One of the Femmes from my dream!'He thought frantically. "Uh yeah. Remember the shuttle launch, before we came here?"He asked hesitantly. The older Bullet Train nodded. "Yes. I do. Every FemmeBot was loaded. But there was only about five."He responded. Skid-Z nodded, confirming his thoughts. "Gotta piece of paper and a pen?"He fianally asked. The Bullet Train wordlessly gave him what he requested. Leaning on the desk, he carefully drew the Femmes he remebered. "Do any of these look familiar?"He asked, holding up the paper. He swore on Primus that he could see the Bullet Train Leaders' face go paler than it was. He muttered something that sounded like "Holy Slag."Beneath his audio. "What is it?"Skid-Z asked. "These were the exact Femmes that were on the shuttle. Do you remember a Femme name Nasar?"Rail Spike responded. Skid-Z optics would've doubled in size at that name. 'Nasar....Ni....what WAS her name?!' He thought frantically. Rail Spike handed the other the paper with the drawings on it and said, "take this to Optimus. He'll have the most memory of these."He said. He nodded and exited and said, "thanks....I think.".
Whilst Skid-Z was searching for answers, a NASCAR racer was at the moment, racing what looked like a cherry red sports car with a weird paint job. It looked like bubbles were rising on it. The were both scratched and dented. "You'd better get a tune up Cher!"Cried a voice. But there was noone behind the wheel of the NASCAR! Both skidded to a stop and transformed. Now both AutoBot Femmes were aged and in there late teens. Equally scarred and grinning, they seemed happy enough.
The NASCAR's name was Nasar. Now her armour was still had it's white backround, and she was covered in black, red, and blue streaks. Her optics were blue, or rather one was. Her left blue optic was covered with a clear tranlucent patch, but the tiny flashing lights, sparks, and severed wires could be seen. She was still nearly blind in that eye. And when ever she was afraid, or upset, the wired and sparks would go haywire and could be seen brightly through to patch.
The red Sports car's name was mainly from her paint job. Her name was Cherry Pop. She was older of the two, yet Nasar was faster. Her entire upper body was red, except for a few white fizzling bubbles. Down from her waist the painted bubbles were thicker, untill from the mid calf, it was completly white. She had pink optics, a widely grinning mouth, and a small helmet that only covered the top of her head, and the sides of it. Her curving arms were laced with flashing scars, revealing flashing lights at random intervals.
Nasar giggled and said, "lets get back to base. If were late, Fiz'll go insane on us again.". Cherry Pop nodded and transformed into her Sports Car mode. Revving their engines, they sped off to the base.
Upon arriving, there was a forty foot tall FemmeBot standing there tapping her foot and looking very annoyed. Next to her, looking like an enormus bee, bright yellow and streaked black, was a twenty foot Femme. Second youngest, she had the shortest temper.
This Femme took the form of a bullet train. She was a lime green and white Femme. From her green optics to her white knees. She was the oldest of the FemmeBots there, but also, the smartest. On her left arm she had a long jagged scar the revealed flashing wires at random. She was wearing a lime green and white helmet. The top was white and the part that cover her eyes was lime green. It was cracked and spiderwebbed in various places. "Your both late."She scolded. Her name was Fizzle. She had named herself actually. Cherry Pop giggled and said, "you sound like Junker! Quit it! It's not like you.".
"S'not my fault you two decided to race."Demanded the yellow and black striped one. She took the form of a bulldozer. With her purple optics and bright coating, she looked odd. She was the unscarred one suprisingly. She had named herself Jumper Kable from her first realization she could think of. Impatient as she was odd looking, she held a heart of gold.
"Who called?" came another voice. A tall FemmeBot jogged out. She was the least scarred of all of them. She only had a single, long, jagged, deep scar down her curved chestplate, wires and sparks showing through the worn down armour. She grinned, her white face dimpling and she raised a purple and white streaked hand to cover her yawn. She'd been up late trying to repair Nasar's damaged optic. Even though she didn't like having her patch removed, some of those wires could endanger her spark and her other eye. Sighing, she waved the others into the old air base they called home. As the others jogged in, Nasar stopped for a moment as she breifly saw a face flash before her. "Hey Nace! Somethin' the matter?!"Called Fizzle. Shaking her head, she called back, "naw I'm fine.". The older FemmeBot scrutinized her carefully for a moment, her dark blue eyes narrowing under her cracked visor that she refused to remove. Then walked inside. Silently, Nasar followed.
Later that evening, everyone in the air base was asleep peacfully, Almost. Nasar was thrashing around in her bed like crazy muttering incoherently. "No....Onnichan....I'm sorry....."She muttered.
Little feet kicked at the air frantically, beofre breaking out into helpless giggles. "See! I told you I could make you laugh!"Declared Onnichan. Smiling, she saw someone bigger than Onnichan come up behind her. Turning slowly, she looked up at Optimus Prime. She was too short to see his face, so she leaned back farther until, "oomph!". She had leaned back too far and had fallen uncerimounsly on her rearend. Onnichan chuckled nervously as he stood his little sister right. "Yes sir?"He asked hesitantly. Optimus shook his head and sighed. "Just wanted to check up on the Femmes. Cherry Pop is still getting used to her surroundings with T-Ai, Junker is with Ratchet, Jumper Kable is with her brother, and Fizzle with with Team Bullet Train. I just wanted make sure that Nasar was getting along. But I see that you are raising her up just fine."He replied. Onnichan nodded sharply. "Thank you sir. Nasar is getting along fine. She loves it here. Right Nase?"Onnichan asked his little sibling. Nasar giggled and saluted with the wrong hand. Optimus's yellow optics smiled. Reaching down, her righted her arms so she saluting correctly. "That's the right way."He corrected. Nasar nodded and said "thank you sir.". Optimus walked away and as soon as he was out of ear shot, Nasar broke down into helpless giggles. "Is he always that tall Onnichan?"She asked, once able to contain herself. Her brother shrugged. Suddenly, an explosion shook the base. A lone shot was fired and she saw it rip through Onnichans' spark core. His eyes went wide as he collapsed in a heap of lifeless metal. And Onnichan screamed....and screamed....and screamed....and
"AGUUUUHHH!". "Nasar! Nasar wake up your having another nightmare! Nasar wake up!"Cried a comforting voice. She immadeatly curled into the fetal postion, shaking uncontroalbly in Fizzles' arms. She carefully patted the younger Femme's back softly. "It's alright Nasar. It's okay. It's okay. It was only a nightmare. Just a nightmare."She sighed. She already knew that Nasar had an older brother, but when the war came, she and the other Femmes were loaded onto a shuttle, in which while they were taking off, almost all of them had been injured. Nasar's eye, Her visor and her scarred left arm, Junkers long single scar, and Cherry Pop's scars around her arms. Sighing, she had always felt attatched to Nasar, she being the youngest and herself being the oldest. Once she felt Nasar's shaking ceace, she set the little Femme back into her bed. "You alright now?"She asked. Nasar nodded slowly and sighed. "It was the same on. How come I don't regognize that face?! Or the one who fixed my hands?!"She burst out angrily. She moved to a more comfortable postion. She wrapped her arms around her knees and leaned her forehead on it. "Wassamatta?"Came a sleep groggy voice. Fizzle turned see Cherry Pop, Jumper Kable, and Junker leaning on the door way. Fizzle mouthed 'another nightmare' and the two hurried into the room. Each having similar memories of being with other AutoBots they did not regognize.
For Nasar, it was with two people. One, a medic with a ambulance mode that she remembered calling 'Uncle Something', and a fast racer she knew as 'Onnichan' but since she didn't knew much Japanese, she had long since forgotten what the blessed word meant.
For Cherry Pop, it was being with a human girl that she just called 'T-Ai'. She liked to play games when she wasn't working. And a few others, such as a certain blue sports car with older brothers. She simply knew him as 'Annoying' or 'Mister Jerk Off.'. She did vaugely remember knowing the Annoying's older brothers rather well. They were nice to her.
For Junker, it was hanging out with a Medic named Ratchet. That she remeberd. He taught her everything and anything he knew. How to set up, how to repair ect. That's how she learned to make Nasar's patch. She was the second oldest. She also knew another AutoBot there. His name was X-Brawn. He was very nice to her.
For Jumper Kable, it was being with her brother, another bulldozer and his team. She barely knew her brother, but knew they shared the same short fuse and both got mad rather eaisly. She rememberd, just barely the other members of the team, a back hoe, a dump truck, and her brother was all she remembered.
Fizzle remembered perhaps the most of the group. It was being trained by the Team Bullet Train. She rememberd Optimus Prime, the other Femmes as very small. She dared not to tell any of the other Femmes that. She'd be bombarded with questions day and night!
Sighing, the others retreated back to their rooms, all but Cherry Pop as Fizzle walked past her, the taller Femme's form casting shadows over her. Walking into the smaller room, Nasar was still curled up on her bed, still quivering uncontrollably. Walking to her side, she placed a single hand on her side. "Nasar?"She asked softly. The younger looked up, her good optic shimmering in her fear. Nasar looked up Cherry Pop and let out a shaky breath as she whispered three words. "Onnichan is alive.".
Skid-Z stood nervously infront of Optimus Prime as the Fire Convoy looked aghast at the paper in his hands. "Do you remember them?"Skid-Z fianally asked. "Yes. I do. These were the Femmes that were loaded on. One of them was your younger sister, wasn't one of them?"He responded. T-Ai, upon hearing about the convorsation, sliented faded in and got a look at the picture. Her eye's went wide as they set themselves on a certain Cherry red sportscar...."Cherry Pop?"She wondered aloud. "Optimus! Hey! Where is everybody?"Came another voice. Koji had come for a visit. "Hello Koji."Optimus said in his best voice. Seeing that Skid-Z was having reocurring dreams of these Femmes had shaken him up just the slightest. Koji grinned widely and said, "it's awefuly quiet today Optimus. My dad thinks that the Predacons could be up to something.". T-Ai nodded in agreement, "nothing has happened in the past few days. It is very rare that the Predacons will go two days or less with out causing SOME KIND of damage.". Optimus only looked at the paper in his hands. They had better find their way here soon. Or else who knew what might happen.
TBC