Amity-Star: Dude, you people really like me!!! Four reviews for the first
chapter!!!! Anyways, I feel really popular. Here's the second chapter. Hope
you like it!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Armada but I own the plot, sortta, and my character Terabyte/ Dawn. Torika_Blayde owns Shadowlocks.
~^*^~ Chapter 2: Illusionist~^*^~
Shadowlocks glared at the reflection of herself. She had styled her hair up in a very lopsided pony-tail and she was wearing the orange suits that Alexis and the others wore when they went on missions with the Autobots. "Yuk! Why couldn't they have different colours for the females of your species Terabyte, er, um, Dawn?" Shadowlocks said as she turned around, watching her best friend wrestle with the scissors as she cut jagged lines into the sleeves of the orange suit in her hands.
"Because. . . I . . . Wasn't. . . The . . . One. . . That. . . Made the suits. There! Finished. Ask Red why he couldn't make the suits different. Oh, and just call me Dawn." Dawn said as she hurriedly pulled on the now shorter orange suit onto her body. Dawn had managed to cut off the sleeves and the pant legs to the suit, to make it into a little outfit with the Autobot logo and white part still in their respected places. Her long hair was pulled into a very tight pony tail with a bun covering the bow that held it up. Standing up and studying her now womanly body in the reflective surface of the table in Dawn's transformer quarters, she smiled and turned her body side-ways. On her feet were white tennis shoes with white socks with a red lining.
"Hmm. I like it. Can you do it for mine too?" Shadowlocks said as she scratched her mid-drift. A pained look crossed her face as she started scratching her arms and legs, and shoulder, and stomach.
"I know, it's very itchy, but you'll get used to it." Quipped Dawn as she walked to the door and poked her head out. The transformer-turned-human boys were standing near-by, Optimus and Hot Shot talking about things that she couldn't hear. They too were wearing the orange suits, only baggier than those of the girls. Red Alert was sitting in a corner, a visible vein pulsing steadily on his temple, obviously he was trying to come up with a way to convert-back to their original selves. Turning around, she walked back into the room, waiting until the door had closed.
"It won't hurt to have the guys wait a little while longer." Dawn said as a look of utter bewilderment crossed the purple haired girl infront of her. Sighing in defeat, she shook her head. "It means that girls are always late for things that makes men wait outside longer than they should."
Shadowlocks looked at her friend and then nodded. 'Just smile and nod and maybe she'll help you figure out how to fix this damn ugly thing' Shadowlocks' brain said as she sat down on the ground and twiddled her opposable thumbs innocently.
***
Hot Shot looked at the door and sighed for the fiftieth time in the past five minutes. He shook his head of sandy blond hair, enjoying the feeling of the soft breeze that played on his face as he did so. "Why do girls always leave men waiting?" he asked simultaneously.
Optimus looked up from where he was examining his face in the reflective surface of the steel wall. "Well, I'm not sure Hot Shot. Maybe you should ask one of them." Optimus said with a slight chuckle as he saw the bewildered look on Hot Shot's face. Shacking his head of metallic blue hair, he walked over to where Red Alert sat, trying to figure out a way of getting them back to normal. "Any luck?" he asked as he sat down next to his team mate.
Red Alert lifted his head, his crimson eyes flashing angrily. "No. Nothing yet Optimus, sir. If only I could get my hands on them sir, maybe, just maybe. . ." Red Alert started making wild throttling motions with his hands in the direction that Hot Shot was standing but then stopped as the doors opened and out walked the two females of their present team.
"Finally. What was taking you so long? Powdering your nose perhaps?" Hot Shot said as he felt something come into contact with his jaw, sending him spiralling into a wall. Standing up he rubbed his cheek and saw the very PMS-ed look on Shadowlocks' face. "Oo. Someone's PMS-ing." Hot Shot said as both girls attacked him.
After about five minutes of poor Hot Shot bashing, the respectable women stood up and walked off briskly to the control room.
By the time they entered, Optimus and Red Alert were there. Red Alert was fighting with a gold and teal robot with purple optics. "What do you mean you can't give me any information about the project. I'm the damned creator of it!!!" Red Alert screamed as the two females walked in. Shadowlocks climbed up to where Red Alert was sitting and started chatting with the robot, leaving Optimus and Dawn by themselves on the floor.
Optimus looked Dawn up and down, checking out what she had done with the suit. Smiling, he walked over to the human sized chairs in the kids area and sat down, Dawn following him. "uh, Red Alert won't be too happy with what you've done with the suit he made you know." Optimus chuckled as he watched Red Alert go off his head at Shadowlocks as she pressed a button and jargon appeared on the screen, cutting off the transmission to Seibertron.
"Yeah, yeah. I know all that stuff. But hey, a girls got to look her best. Well, woman." Dawn said restlessly as she stared at her hands, a slight trace of a blush creeping onto her womanly features. "I know it's only been five years, but, wow. I was only seventeen when the . . . Accident happened and now look. If I was still human, I'd be what? Twenty-two, wouldn't I?" Dawn said as she counted on her fingers.
Optimus nodded his head. He'd been doing that a lot lately, he had to stop before he would pop a disk in his spine or something. "Yes. If your sister hadn't had done what she did to you. . ." Optimus said as his voice trailed off as an unusually loud bag echoed around the room.
The entire rooms occupants wheeled around to see Blurr and Jet Fire standing there dumb-struck. "Who are you people and how do you know about us?" Blurr said in his usual quick voice.
Optimus stepped foreword and lifted his hands up in a sign of peace. "Long story so you better sit down."
~^*^~
Amity-Star: Whoa, where did that come from? Well. . . Um. . . Read and Review? And please don't kill me for the Hot Shot bashing in this. PPPPPPLLLLEEEEEEEEAAAASSSSSSEEEEEE!!!! FORGIVE AND FORGET!!!!
*Blessed Be!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Armada but I own the plot, sortta, and my character Terabyte/ Dawn. Torika_Blayde owns Shadowlocks.
~^*^~ Chapter 2: Illusionist~^*^~
Shadowlocks glared at the reflection of herself. She had styled her hair up in a very lopsided pony-tail and she was wearing the orange suits that Alexis and the others wore when they went on missions with the Autobots. "Yuk! Why couldn't they have different colours for the females of your species Terabyte, er, um, Dawn?" Shadowlocks said as she turned around, watching her best friend wrestle with the scissors as she cut jagged lines into the sleeves of the orange suit in her hands.
"Because. . . I . . . Wasn't. . . The . . . One. . . That. . . Made the suits. There! Finished. Ask Red why he couldn't make the suits different. Oh, and just call me Dawn." Dawn said as she hurriedly pulled on the now shorter orange suit onto her body. Dawn had managed to cut off the sleeves and the pant legs to the suit, to make it into a little outfit with the Autobot logo and white part still in their respected places. Her long hair was pulled into a very tight pony tail with a bun covering the bow that held it up. Standing up and studying her now womanly body in the reflective surface of the table in Dawn's transformer quarters, she smiled and turned her body side-ways. On her feet were white tennis shoes with white socks with a red lining.
"Hmm. I like it. Can you do it for mine too?" Shadowlocks said as she scratched her mid-drift. A pained look crossed her face as she started scratching her arms and legs, and shoulder, and stomach.
"I know, it's very itchy, but you'll get used to it." Quipped Dawn as she walked to the door and poked her head out. The transformer-turned-human boys were standing near-by, Optimus and Hot Shot talking about things that she couldn't hear. They too were wearing the orange suits, only baggier than those of the girls. Red Alert was sitting in a corner, a visible vein pulsing steadily on his temple, obviously he was trying to come up with a way to convert-back to their original selves. Turning around, she walked back into the room, waiting until the door had closed.
"It won't hurt to have the guys wait a little while longer." Dawn said as a look of utter bewilderment crossed the purple haired girl infront of her. Sighing in defeat, she shook her head. "It means that girls are always late for things that makes men wait outside longer than they should."
Shadowlocks looked at her friend and then nodded. 'Just smile and nod and maybe she'll help you figure out how to fix this damn ugly thing' Shadowlocks' brain said as she sat down on the ground and twiddled her opposable thumbs innocently.
***
Hot Shot looked at the door and sighed for the fiftieth time in the past five minutes. He shook his head of sandy blond hair, enjoying the feeling of the soft breeze that played on his face as he did so. "Why do girls always leave men waiting?" he asked simultaneously.
Optimus looked up from where he was examining his face in the reflective surface of the steel wall. "Well, I'm not sure Hot Shot. Maybe you should ask one of them." Optimus said with a slight chuckle as he saw the bewildered look on Hot Shot's face. Shacking his head of metallic blue hair, he walked over to where Red Alert sat, trying to figure out a way of getting them back to normal. "Any luck?" he asked as he sat down next to his team mate.
Red Alert lifted his head, his crimson eyes flashing angrily. "No. Nothing yet Optimus, sir. If only I could get my hands on them sir, maybe, just maybe. . ." Red Alert started making wild throttling motions with his hands in the direction that Hot Shot was standing but then stopped as the doors opened and out walked the two females of their present team.
"Finally. What was taking you so long? Powdering your nose perhaps?" Hot Shot said as he felt something come into contact with his jaw, sending him spiralling into a wall. Standing up he rubbed his cheek and saw the very PMS-ed look on Shadowlocks' face. "Oo. Someone's PMS-ing." Hot Shot said as both girls attacked him.
After about five minutes of poor Hot Shot bashing, the respectable women stood up and walked off briskly to the control room.
By the time they entered, Optimus and Red Alert were there. Red Alert was fighting with a gold and teal robot with purple optics. "What do you mean you can't give me any information about the project. I'm the damned creator of it!!!" Red Alert screamed as the two females walked in. Shadowlocks climbed up to where Red Alert was sitting and started chatting with the robot, leaving Optimus and Dawn by themselves on the floor.
Optimus looked Dawn up and down, checking out what she had done with the suit. Smiling, he walked over to the human sized chairs in the kids area and sat down, Dawn following him. "uh, Red Alert won't be too happy with what you've done with the suit he made you know." Optimus chuckled as he watched Red Alert go off his head at Shadowlocks as she pressed a button and jargon appeared on the screen, cutting off the transmission to Seibertron.
"Yeah, yeah. I know all that stuff. But hey, a girls got to look her best. Well, woman." Dawn said restlessly as she stared at her hands, a slight trace of a blush creeping onto her womanly features. "I know it's only been five years, but, wow. I was only seventeen when the . . . Accident happened and now look. If I was still human, I'd be what? Twenty-two, wouldn't I?" Dawn said as she counted on her fingers.
Optimus nodded his head. He'd been doing that a lot lately, he had to stop before he would pop a disk in his spine or something. "Yes. If your sister hadn't had done what she did to you. . ." Optimus said as his voice trailed off as an unusually loud bag echoed around the room.
The entire rooms occupants wheeled around to see Blurr and Jet Fire standing there dumb-struck. "Who are you people and how do you know about us?" Blurr said in his usual quick voice.
Optimus stepped foreword and lifted his hands up in a sign of peace. "Long story so you better sit down."
~^*^~
Amity-Star: Whoa, where did that come from? Well. . . Um. . . Read and Review? And please don't kill me for the Hot Shot bashing in this. PPPPPPLLLLEEEEEEEEAAAASSSSSSEEEEEE!!!! FORGIVE AND FORGET!!!!
*Blessed Be!