Author notes: Well I had someone draw this character of mine!! Yes sir re I did! Here's the link Well a girl named Ripley. And thank you very much! Well here's chapter 2 for Short Stuff! I do not own Transformers armada.

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Shortstop's gaze fell on the computer screen. The hall the figure was walking down was badly lit, so you couldn't make out a single detail about it. Redalert was also watching the screen.

Wait a second, Redalert thought, that figure is way to small to be a Transformer. He walked up to the computer and typed a few things in. The screen focused more on the figure revealing a human like shape. A human female shape with more curves then Alexis.

"Hey," said Billy, "that look's like a girl!" The Autobots crowded around the screen with the kid's huddled around their feet.

"I don't understand," Redalert said. "There is no way a human could possibly find this base. I made is so no radar system could pick up the communication waves, or any of the computer's either."

"Maybe the Humans have more advanced equipment then we had thought, Redalert," Optimus said scratching the side of his faceplate pensively. "Do you suppose there is more then just one human in the base, besides the kid's?"

"No. This has to be the only other human, or else the computer monitors would have picked up more then just this one."

"All right, I have a plan." Optimus said turning his attention down to the kids. "At least two of you kid's should go and speak with this new comer. If she mean's no harm then you tell that this is nothing to worry about, just some wear house station of some sort. If she does not believe that then I suppose we have no choice but to tell her about us."

"Is that really wise, Optimus?" Scavenger asked. Optimus seemed to sigh a little.

"We have no choice but to tell her if she does not believe the kid's. But just in case, I'm sending Hotshot with the two that volunteer to go and speak with the women."

What kind of place is this? The women asked her self. It look's like some sort of military base, but why are the corridors so large? There just can't be that many people in one army.

This woman was dressed in some sort of uniform, the color's mainly Blue and white, with a little red on the shoulders. The top of the shirt had two pockets with a white stripe going down the front. The skirt that was completely blue. The gloves on her hands were white and lose where it you would first put your hand. She had long dirty blonde hair that she kept in one fairly large braid, which hung down to her waist. A few strings of hair fell into her face from not being pulled back tight enough with the braid. Her eyes were not large but narrow and a very dark blue color. Her nose was average, and she wore boot's that came up past her knees.

She began to hear a loud clunking sound. She stopped walking to listen to them get closer and closer.

"Common guys! Your to slow!" she heard a cocky but youthful voice say. Then right out of the blue came a very tall, yellow, and blue opticed robot. He froze when he saw her. But she didn't, she took a step back her eye's going wide with shock of such a huge being.

"What kind of defense mechanism is this?" She said still in a small state of shock.

"Defense Mechanism?" The large yellow robot repeated her words curiously. Rad rounded the corner and almost tripped when he saw the women. Hotshot hadn't stayed out of sight! Now he'd blown it all! Carlos soon joined him.

"Uh oh," Carlos said looking at Rad who looked back. "This isn't good! Optimus told Hotshot to stay out'a sight!"

"Well they didn't give me her exact location!" Hotshot said butting in.

"That doesn't matter you should of stayed behin-," Rad was cut off by the woman.

"Excuse me, but who is piloting that droid?"

"Droid?" Hotshot repeated that word. "I'm not a droid."

'Well what ever your piloting, I want to know what it is." She said a bit more interested.

"There isn't any one piloting him," Carlos said. Hotshot nodded.

"You mean that thing can talk and think on it's own?"

"Of course I can," Hotshot said grinning. The woman could barely believe it. Where had this robot come from? Was it even made on Earth? Was there an entire army of giant robots? She was brought from her thoughts when the Yellow robot introduced him self.

"By the way," He said still grinning, "the name's Hotshot."

"I'm Mary, Mary Flume," She said. "So this the weird reading's I picked up on my computer!"

"Just were exactly do you work?" Rad asked looking at her uniform.

"I'm a scientist. I had recently found strange signals coming from all over the world, and there have been very strange and static radio calls coming in from unknown areas. I know it's some where in outer space."

"I guess human's do have good equipment then," hotshot said remembering what Redalert said about how the human's couldn't possibly find them.

"Wrong," Mary stated flatly looking up at him. "I designed the machines and equipment I use."

"You?" Hotshot asked a little skeptical. "Just you, by your self?"

"I did have to buy a few parts for them, but over all yes," she answered.

"Are you known world wide or something' cause I think I've heard of you some where," Carlos asked remembering an ad he read in a magazine once. She shrugged.

"I can't remember the last time I turned on the radio or a television," She said thinking about all those hours she spends in her lab.

"How long have you known about the signals?" Hotshot asked.

"A month," Mary said. "It took my computer a while to pin point your exact location. It was made for storing information, not to be a radar."

"Oh," Hotshot said. Optimus is going to want to talk to this girl..........................................

= = = = == = Well how did ya like this one? If ya don't like it, that's fine. I don't really mind. Hopefully the people who do will actually check out the picture of shortstop up there.