Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Armada, but I own Kris and the plot. TorikaBlayde owns Skye.
Chapter 11: Whisper.
The mini-con was all black, all demonic and all evil. It seemed to emanate from the creature. It's ice-blue, almost white, optics stared at me with something; a flicker of what I supposed being loath. Strange, I haven't seen that look ever since I beat Katrina, a blonde bimbo that was a Prima Ballerina, at getting the lead part for Swan Lake when I lived in England and odd hundred years ago.
I had to chuckle. It was so funny remembering her face. Leader-1 turned to me and looked at me weirdly. He hadn't stopped and continued forwards, the inevitable about to happen.
I broke out into a roaring laughter, the images of Leader-1 and Katrina floating around in my head. Wiping the tears out of my eyes, I looked ahead of me and gasped. The mini-con had disappeared, Leader-1 stopping in the placed where the mini-con was only moments ago.
"Leader-1, was there a black mini-con infront of you before?" I asked hurriedly. For some reason, in the pit of my stomach I felt dread and fear seep into my body as my adrenaline left the building.
Leader-1 looked at me oddly and I shook the feeling off. Must have been a trick of the eyes, I told myself as the look of loathing from the black mini-con entered my mind and I walked behind Leader-1, my mind reeling from the visions.
The femme transformed and watched with keen interest and longing at the battle between the Autobots and the Decepticons. It felt like eons since she was in last her last battle. Shacking her head to rid her head of her battle cravings, she turned to her two comrades, Epiyon and Vortex.
Branches broke behind them and they whirled around, their blasters pointing at the intruder. It was Sideways and he was looking mightily pissed. "About time." He said as the femmes slowly placed their guns down or in subspace.
"What are our orders, Sir?" Nemisis asked as she bowed.
"Your orders, Nemisis, are to foul all the Decepticon and Autobot strategies. By any means necessary. But not to harm the Decepticon Wanderer, or else Unicron will have your CPU's on a platter." Sideways smirked as he turned to leave.
"What does that have to do with us? We don't need to do that. The Autobots and Decepticons already ruin each others plans. Why should we do it, it's already a done deal." Vortex said as Sideways turned around and kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying.
"Do not question my authority, because you have no business in knowing what Lord Unicron and I have planned. Now be good little soldiers and follow the orders. Or do I need to permanently need to make myself clear!" Sideways said as he took out his gun and pointed it towards the fallen femme. She sat there, nodding enthusiastically and sighed when Sideways withdrew his gun. Turning around fully, he disappeared into the woods, the revving of his alt mode engine echoing behind him as Vortex stood up.
"Pushy!" she said as she turned to the leader of her group, Nemisis.
"Oh, and Nemisis, if I were you, I'd be very weary. That human has a tendency to slip into unexpected situations." Crackled Sideway's voice through Nemisis' com-link. She gulped, a thing that she rarely did.
Megatron lifted the Star Sabre and sliced down, severing the ingrate, Jet Fire's wing off, the Autobot yelling out in pain as he fell out of the air. Megatron cackled evilly as he watched the mech fall and get caught by his fellow soldier, Blurr.
Where was Kris? He asked himself as a sudden shrill scream reached his audios.
I was walking with Leader-1. Ahead of us was an alcove in the wall and guess what was in it. Yup. The mini-con.
I told Leader-1 to wait there, if not, go tell Megatron that we had found the mini-con. I walked up to it and knelt down next to it. Before I touched it, I spoke some words to it. "Welcome to the Decepticons, and if you're Lyra Omega or Axle, welcome to your worst nightmare."
I touched the panel at that moment and a sudden jolt hit me. Images of great fires rippled through my soul and mind and I felt a greater presence. For a moment, I felt powerless, un-able to control my actions and I was afraid. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, had it stopped and I was sitting there, pale faced and cold, sweat trickling down my face and onto my red dress.
What happened next caught me completely off guard.
The ground beneath my feet collapsed beneath me and I was sent hurtling towards the ground, my heart and mind hammering at the same time and speeds.
This was the time. It was their cue and they had to act. Stepping onto the battle field. The two femmes looked at one another and shot at all of the mechs infront of them, evil smiles brightening their faces.
"What the slagging hell is that!" cried Demolished as Star Scream narrowly pulled out of a nose-dive and transformed into his robot mode and crashed into a cliff wall.
"Hello boys!" exclaimed Vortex as she continued shooting at the mechs as they took various hiding places.
Hot Shot looked around the clearing and looked dumbfounded. He had sworn he had heard a very fem voice, but there were no femmes that he could see, only a lot of purple lasers that found their targets. "Where the hell are all these lasers coming from!" he cried out as he started shooting blind.
"No idea, but just shoot at the source of the lasers and your bound to get something!" Scavenger called back as he started shooting to his left, then to his right, a furious scowl dragging its feature onto his face.
I woke up with a splitting head-ache. I moaned and noticed the pair of shining optics hover infront of me. The same optics from my imaginary mini- con I had seen when I was walking with Leader-1 earlier. How long have I been out? I asked myself as I looked around my surroundings. I was in a cave of some sort and there was a mini-con, very similar to Demon stood infront of me, her wings -I'm calling the mini-con a her because she looked like one- were folded over and seemed to have actual skin folds, strange for a mechanical being from a far off planet.
"What's your name mini-con?" I asked as I stood up.
The mini-con looked at me before answering, as if contemplating what to say to me. My name is, is Specs. she said as she smiled.
Weird, I thought as I looked at Specs weirdly and looked for a way out. Unfortunately, the only to get out was to straight up. "What's your alt mode?" I asked suddenly.
Specs looked at me and then her smile seemed to brighten. My alt mode is a hover-bored. she said as she grinned at me.
A slapped my forehead. But then thought about it for a second. "Well Specs. My name is Kris and I need you to change for a bit, so I can get a boost and see if I can reach the top." I say as I walk up to the wall and point upwards.
Specs looked up and nodded. Transforming, she hovered over to me, a good two feet off the ground and I climbed on board, intent on getting out of here.
I'm not sure how long I scratched and scraped to grab or even get near to a hand-hold on the ledge, I was about six feet too short, but then I heard a voice that made dread leaking into my soul.
"Kris? Is that you?" Skye asked as she appeared above me.
Oh, lord, I thought as I almost timed what would happen next. In about two seconds time, Skye will lean too far out on the ledge.
About three seconds afterwards, her arms will start flailing and eventually she will loose her balance or her 'groove'.
Then two seconds after that, she will tumble inside and get another bruise on her head, effectively knocking out some more brain cells.
All went according to my timeline, except for a major part in it. She leaned too far in, yadda yadda ya, and then when she fell in, she would happen to land on me, knocking me off of Specs and have us both tumble to the ground two feet below us.
And all that happened with in ten seconds. Hows that for fast?