KatDrama: (sighs) another day, another lawn to mow, another three hours of drivers ed, another piano lesson, another chapter...should I really update? (yawns) maybe I'll go take a nap instead.
Rurouni KatDrama: (looks out window) I would not advise that that is wise, that it is not.
KatDrama: why?
Rurouni KatDrama: It appears that an angry mob is forming in your driveway, that it does. I believe that that is your school photo struck through by their pitchforks, is it not?
KatDrama: (mumbles to self) I always hated that picture, the photographer said for me to smile about 3 seconds after the camera took the picture. I look like I'm smirking! . (to everyone in room) hey! Maybe they want to go after the photographer!!
Kitty: I doubt that. Listen to what they're chanting!
Angry mob: UPDATE!! UPDATE!! UPDATE!! UPDATE!!
KatDrama: AAAAAAH!!!!
Kitty: Quick! Lock all the window and doors! Let's take shelter in the basement!
(a moment later, in the basement)
Kitty: Here, Kat.
KatDrama: What's this?
Kitty: Your laptop. Get typing!
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Chapter 39
(chant it) WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!
It was a small shelter. At one time it must have been a tall building, but the ravages of war had brought it down. Strewn with holes and rubbish all around, this was where Emrial found herself situated when she woke up.
The dazed girl sat up. Amazed that she could breathe without her helmet on she looked down at her body to make sure that she wasn't still in mech mode. Sure enough, she wore her regular baggy earth clothing. So, she wasn't dreaming! There was air to breathe on Cybertron. Relieved at the discovery she drew in a deep calming breath.
I wonder what happened. Where am I? She thought as her eyes drifted quickly about the room.
"Bleep bweep beep!" A familiar beep reached her ears and Emrial spun around to gaze at her three mini con friends.
Emrial moved her mouth to speak but no sound came forth. That's strange...she reached a careful hand up to her throat. Her eyes opened with shock and she trembled slightly as she felt the bandage wrapped around her neck. Her eyebrows raised and she looked to the mini cons for an answer.
"Megatron stabbed you in the neck. Though most of it was taken up by your armor, the tip of the knife managed to reach flesh." Trice spoke in what he hoped was a reassuring voice.
"We believe it might have damaged your voice producer though, so until your body heals it you might not be able to speak." Chopper sighed.
"You want I should break Megatron's neck?" Tank the six-wheeler mini con crunched his knuckles.
Where is everyone? Emrial wanted to say. This is confusing!
The answer to her unspoken question came quite suddenly. In a matter of seconds a white transformer backed into the room, firing shots off to cover himself as he searched for a haven from the constant bombardment of the enemy's guns.
Jet Fire! Emrial's hopes leaped as her eyes gazed upon her friendly giant.
"Emrial!" Finally withdrawing from enemy fire the Autobot cast down his gun and swept the girl up in his large arms like she were a flimsy rag doll. Smiling through grateful Energon tears he hugged her close. "You're all right!" His optics were moist with relief from the burden of worry.
Emrial blinked and tilted her head innocently before returning the giant's embrace. She smiled as she thought how ironic it was. Hugs were meant to be warm and friendly but here she was wrapping her arms around this great lug of ice cold metal. She only hoped that maybe he felt a little bit of her warmth.
After a few seconds that seemed like a blissful eternity Jet Fire reluctantly held the girl out at arm's distance. "Right." He coughed. "We have to get going before the Decepticons close in on us!" He urgently scooped up the mini cons as well.
Hello! Still confused here! Emrial crossed her arms and stared skeptically at the bot, wondering if he was reading her expression right.
"What?!" Jet Fire exclaimed as he picked up his gun in the other hand. "What's the matter, Kat got your tongue?" He laughed at the quant earth expression.
Ha, ha, no. Try again. The teenager rolled her eyes.
Suddenly Jet Fire was forced to duck as a barrage of enemy fire filled the building. "Later, Emrial. Let's jet!" He transformed and allowed her and the mini cons to climb inside. "Yeehaw! I hope you're ready for a wild ride! Let's give those Decepti-bums something to remember us by!"
Oh, great. Emrial clutched the space ship's interior for support. He's going to get us all killed!
Jet Fire's engines spewed exhaust as he blasted off. He twirled through the remainder of the building, parts of it crumbling in his wake.
"What the?" Wheeljack ceased his firing when he saw the Autobot spiraling towards him.
"He's a maniac!" Cyclonus jumped for cover.
"Even more so than you!" Starscream readily agreed as he continued firing upon the space shuttle as it flew barely over his head. Suddenly the seeker's optics caught sight of a passenger looking out of a window. "That girl is in there! She's alive! After it!" He screamed.
"You're not the boss of me!" Cyclonus wailed as he transformed and continued pursuit of the fleeing Autobot. Hmm...this gives me perfect chance to use my secret weapon I've been developing. I saw something like it in a human spy movie; let's see if it works. All I have to do is get this bomb inside his armor and the gas should do the rest...
"Optimus, this is Jet Fire, do you read me?"
"Loud and clear, Jet Fire, go ahead." The Autobot commander's voice came steadily through the intercom.
"I've found Emrial and the mini cons but the Decepticons are hot on my tail!" Jet Fire swerved to miss some laser fire, casting his occupants to the floor of his interior.
"Hey, would you mind paying attention to what's going on!" Chopper grunted as she found herself on the bottom of a dog pile inside the space ship.
"Yaz, couldsa make a dis any morz hazardas?" Tank complained.
"Whoops! Sorry guys! Is everyone okay?" Jet Fire tried to swerve a little more smoothly.
"Yes, we're all fine." Trice beeped as he helped Emrial back unto her feet.
"We'll try to send back up. Don't take a direct route to the base. We don't want them to discover our location." Optimus ordered.
"Hmm...a detour, eh?" Jet Fire chuckled. "Maybe a good time to take the scenic bypass?"
"Hee hee! The canister has been placed, oh how Megatron shall reward me for this!" Cyclonus laughed gleefully as he flew quickly away from the ship.
Not funny! Emrial clenched her jaw as she tried hard to maintain her seat in the cockpit. Some spontaneous giggling from one of her travel partners immediately interrupted Emrial's moody thoughts. Chopper held her sides as her melodious laughter filled the cockpit. What on earth is so bleeping funny that you'd be laughing at a time like this?! Emrial was sure that the mini con had gone stock raving crazy.
Chopper pointed a finger at the puzzled girl. "You...you..." She had to catch her breathe between spasms of laughter. "You should see the look on your face!!!" She blurted.
Yep, she's lost it. Emrial rolled her eyes. Huh? No way! Her initial shock grew more so when she noticed that the other mini cons were also rolling on the floor in laughter. Emrial's face flushed three shades of red with her rage (which caused even more laughter).
"WHA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!" A maniac laugh brought her even more distressed when she noticed that the laugh-ee was the pilot.
Jet Fire! What in blue blazes is going on? Emrial banged on the dash, hoping to get some response. Are you emitting some toxic fume or...Emrial stopped mid-sentence. Of course! Laughing gas for Transformers! The Decepticons must be using it against us! Her suspicions arose.
Oh...bleep! If Jet Fire crashes we're all gonna die!!! The idea dawned on her.
"Jet Fire, you're loosing altitude, is something wrong?" Optimus's voice came over the com system.
"I...(ha ha)...can't...(hee hee)...stop...(oooh hoo)...laughing!" Jet Fire tried to get the message across through the quakes of laughter.
"What's going on?"
"I...(hah hah)...don't...(yee hee hee hee)....know! (ya ha ha ha ha!)"
"Jet Fire, snap out of it, you're going to crash!"
"I...(giggle giggle)...can't!"
"Bleep! I'll try to cover you. Try to make a crash LANDING." Optimus ended the signal.
"Emrial...(ga ha ha)...you...(tee hee hee)...better...(haw haw haw)....brace...(ka ha)...for...(yee heee)...impact."
Oh my bleep I AM going to die! Emrial gripped the dashboard until her knuckles turned white. It's going to end like this. Me, not being able to say my parting words, dieing on a foreign planet in a crash caused by a laugh attack. Boy, that'll be good in my eulogy. "Death by laughter." I can see the headlines now. "Unknown teenage girl dies in crash on a previously unknown planet riding in a space shuttle that was attacked by laughter. Witnesses were heard to quip that it was a happy death." Bleep, am I the only one having all the luck around here!
It was like a sad movie played in slow motion, frame by frame. You see the spaceship spinning out of control to its doom on the planet surface. From out of a secret door the Autobot leader emerges, followed closely by some of his troops. He runs in a mad dash. Soon he becomes parallel with the plummeting spacecraft. His most trusted friend IS that spacecraft, and he'd do anything he could to save it, but alas he is forced to stand helplessly and watch his buddy's rapid decent.
Suddenly up in the sky, high above the drama unfolding there is a blinding light as parts of the planets' moon crumble away to reveal the awesome monster of destructing hiding within. The great yawning mouth opens and the horns by it twitch as it emits a powerful laser beam. With devastating accuracy the beam slices through the spaceship, disintegrating its middle section.
When the remains hit the ground reality sinks in and time is restored to normal. "Nooooooo!" Optimus wails.
"Now! Their moral is sunk and they are out in the open! Attack at once, men!" Megatron smiled as he ordered his troops to commence the attack, almost oblivious to the new threat from space.
The Decepticons let out a mighty battle cry as they rushed towards the stunned Autobots who stood helplessly staring at the wreck.
Emrial pulled herself from the wreckage. She was covered in scrapes from head to toe but amazingly she was alive. Oye, I'm going to be feeling this in the morning! She grasped her head as a throbbing pain began to take over. Oh, my bleep! I wonder if the others survived! She prodded through the scrap metal, her hand brushing against a cold metal object. With trembling hands Emrial picked up the mashed head of her close friend, Chopper.
Crystal droplets began to form at the edge of her blue eyes as she looked around and realized that she was the lone survivor of the crash. No...Trice! Chopper! Tank! She paused as it hit her. Jet Fire... Her shoulders shook as the head slipped out of hands. She grasped the ground as the sobs controlled her. No! No! No! Not Jet Fire! Her heart screamed. Twinkling tears made trails on her bloodstained face as they rolled off her chin. Almost magically the droplets began to float around Emrial, raising her up in a gust of wind.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Emrial shouted in anguish above the noise of the roaring battle. All optics turned to the floating girl as her tears swirled around her. Her clothes began to disintegrate and with a light glowing green light they turned into micro dust. Beginning at her shoulders a flowing pink gown began to swirl around her body as it was set in place. The loose gown flowed regally down her body and the tail floated gently behind her. A glowing green surrounded the teenager as her hair began to pull itself back into an elegant style. And in a twinkle a silver tiara appeared on her head. The transformers on the ground gasped in awe for she looked every inch a real princess.
Emrial closed her tear-studded eyes as the moment consumed her. In a flash of light there was a scepter in her hand. Upon it was the strange swirled symbol that had adorned her armor's shield. She gracefully held the scepter close to her face before extending it out at full arm's length. Suddenly a bright green light began to wave over the planet.
"Huh?" Red Alert mumbled as the green wave passed over his bed where he had been laid since the battle had broken out since Megatron had stabbed Emrial and the mini cons had drug her away. Once the light had passed he looked down at his body. He couldn't believe his eyes! Without a second thought he jumped out of bed and tested his repaired system. Everything had been fixed and now he sported new orange and blue armor!
"What the...?" Hot Shot mumbled as the light also passed over him.
"Bro! Check it out!" Sideswipe gazed at his friend in wonder.
"Huh?" Hot Shot looked down at his new armor. "Sweet! Now I truly am a HOT shot!" He chuckled as he observed the new flames that adorned his armor.
"If I didn't see it I wouldn't believe it!" Starscream stared in wonder at his changed colors. "I look like Thundercracker!" He exclaimed of his new blue armor.
"Hmm...why...why has she given ME new armor?" Megatron studied his new self.
"Maybe she was aiming for someone else and accidentally got you!" A red Demolisher joked.
"Hey, that sounds like something I would say!" Cyclonus whined.
When it had swept the planet the green light focused on the crash sight. Emrial's eyes furrowed as she concentrated hard on the scrap heap. Fragment by fragment old friends were put together. With a sigh a cold wind swept the planet and instantly her old clothes were reinstated. Lightheaded at the mega drain of energy Emrial fainted and fell to the planet's surface.
"Emrial!" Like coming out of a trance Optimus was alerted of her situation and ran to her. Oh Primus please don't let her be dead! His thoughts screamed as he lifted the limp body tenderly with one hand.
"Optimus..." Jet Fire's optics turned on and he stumbled forward towards his leader.
"Easy, soldier. I think coming back from the dead deserves some time off, don't you?" Prime smiled at his second-in-command.
"Bwee eep dee weep?" The mini cons buzzed around the two.
"Yeah, what they said. What on Cybertron happened? What do you mean "coming back from the dead?" Jet Fire scratched his head.
"Maybe some other time, old friend." Optimus wrapped an arm around the soldiers shoulder. "Some other time..."
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KatDrama: ooooh hope you liked! So so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so-
Kitty: Kat, breathe!
KatDrama: (draws in deep breathe) so sorry that this is so late but I've been oober busy!
Kitty: But remember, no matter how busy she is, if you send in TONS of reviews she feels more obligated to try to update ASAP. So I guess you know what that means, don't you?
KatDrama: REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
Kitty: Kat...breathe!
KatDrama: (draws in breath)
Kitty: Say, don't you have to have those first eleven pages in that 21 page packet done by tomorrow for Driver's Ed?
KatDrama: AGGGGH! NOOOOO! I TOTALLY FORGOT!!!! EIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! WHERE DID I PUT IT? WHERE?!!!!
Kitty: See what I mean by busy?
KatDrama: Imdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimead
Kitty: Kat?
KatDrama: what?!
Kitty: Breathe!
KatDrama: (draws in breath) Imdeadimdeadimdeadimdead.....
Rurouni KatDrama: (looks out window) I would not advise that that is wise, that it is not.
KatDrama: why?
Rurouni KatDrama: It appears that an angry mob is forming in your driveway, that it does. I believe that that is your school photo struck through by their pitchforks, is it not?
KatDrama: (mumbles to self) I always hated that picture, the photographer said for me to smile about 3 seconds after the camera took the picture. I look like I'm smirking! . (to everyone in room) hey! Maybe they want to go after the photographer!!
Kitty: I doubt that. Listen to what they're chanting!
Angry mob: UPDATE!! UPDATE!! UPDATE!! UPDATE!!
KatDrama: AAAAAAH!!!!
Kitty: Quick! Lock all the window and doors! Let's take shelter in the basement!
(a moment later, in the basement)
Kitty: Here, Kat.
KatDrama: What's this?
Kitty: Your laptop. Get typing!
--
Chapter 39
(chant it) WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!
It was a small shelter. At one time it must have been a tall building, but the ravages of war had brought it down. Strewn with holes and rubbish all around, this was where Emrial found herself situated when she woke up.
The dazed girl sat up. Amazed that she could breathe without her helmet on she looked down at her body to make sure that she wasn't still in mech mode. Sure enough, she wore her regular baggy earth clothing. So, she wasn't dreaming! There was air to breathe on Cybertron. Relieved at the discovery she drew in a deep calming breath.
I wonder what happened. Where am I? She thought as her eyes drifted quickly about the room.
"Bleep bweep beep!" A familiar beep reached her ears and Emrial spun around to gaze at her three mini con friends.
Emrial moved her mouth to speak but no sound came forth. That's strange...she reached a careful hand up to her throat. Her eyes opened with shock and she trembled slightly as she felt the bandage wrapped around her neck. Her eyebrows raised and she looked to the mini cons for an answer.
"Megatron stabbed you in the neck. Though most of it was taken up by your armor, the tip of the knife managed to reach flesh." Trice spoke in what he hoped was a reassuring voice.
"We believe it might have damaged your voice producer though, so until your body heals it you might not be able to speak." Chopper sighed.
"You want I should break Megatron's neck?" Tank the six-wheeler mini con crunched his knuckles.
Where is everyone? Emrial wanted to say. This is confusing!
The answer to her unspoken question came quite suddenly. In a matter of seconds a white transformer backed into the room, firing shots off to cover himself as he searched for a haven from the constant bombardment of the enemy's guns.
Jet Fire! Emrial's hopes leaped as her eyes gazed upon her friendly giant.
"Emrial!" Finally withdrawing from enemy fire the Autobot cast down his gun and swept the girl up in his large arms like she were a flimsy rag doll. Smiling through grateful Energon tears he hugged her close. "You're all right!" His optics were moist with relief from the burden of worry.
Emrial blinked and tilted her head innocently before returning the giant's embrace. She smiled as she thought how ironic it was. Hugs were meant to be warm and friendly but here she was wrapping her arms around this great lug of ice cold metal. She only hoped that maybe he felt a little bit of her warmth.
After a few seconds that seemed like a blissful eternity Jet Fire reluctantly held the girl out at arm's distance. "Right." He coughed. "We have to get going before the Decepticons close in on us!" He urgently scooped up the mini cons as well.
Hello! Still confused here! Emrial crossed her arms and stared skeptically at the bot, wondering if he was reading her expression right.
"What?!" Jet Fire exclaimed as he picked up his gun in the other hand. "What's the matter, Kat got your tongue?" He laughed at the quant earth expression.
Ha, ha, no. Try again. The teenager rolled her eyes.
Suddenly Jet Fire was forced to duck as a barrage of enemy fire filled the building. "Later, Emrial. Let's jet!" He transformed and allowed her and the mini cons to climb inside. "Yeehaw! I hope you're ready for a wild ride! Let's give those Decepti-bums something to remember us by!"
Oh, great. Emrial clutched the space ship's interior for support. He's going to get us all killed!
Jet Fire's engines spewed exhaust as he blasted off. He twirled through the remainder of the building, parts of it crumbling in his wake.
"What the?" Wheeljack ceased his firing when he saw the Autobot spiraling towards him.
"He's a maniac!" Cyclonus jumped for cover.
"Even more so than you!" Starscream readily agreed as he continued firing upon the space shuttle as it flew barely over his head. Suddenly the seeker's optics caught sight of a passenger looking out of a window. "That girl is in there! She's alive! After it!" He screamed.
"You're not the boss of me!" Cyclonus wailed as he transformed and continued pursuit of the fleeing Autobot. Hmm...this gives me perfect chance to use my secret weapon I've been developing. I saw something like it in a human spy movie; let's see if it works. All I have to do is get this bomb inside his armor and the gas should do the rest...
"Optimus, this is Jet Fire, do you read me?"
"Loud and clear, Jet Fire, go ahead." The Autobot commander's voice came steadily through the intercom.
"I've found Emrial and the mini cons but the Decepticons are hot on my tail!" Jet Fire swerved to miss some laser fire, casting his occupants to the floor of his interior.
"Hey, would you mind paying attention to what's going on!" Chopper grunted as she found herself on the bottom of a dog pile inside the space ship.
"Yaz, couldsa make a dis any morz hazardas?" Tank complained.
"Whoops! Sorry guys! Is everyone okay?" Jet Fire tried to swerve a little more smoothly.
"Yes, we're all fine." Trice beeped as he helped Emrial back unto her feet.
"We'll try to send back up. Don't take a direct route to the base. We don't want them to discover our location." Optimus ordered.
"Hmm...a detour, eh?" Jet Fire chuckled. "Maybe a good time to take the scenic bypass?"
"Hee hee! The canister has been placed, oh how Megatron shall reward me for this!" Cyclonus laughed gleefully as he flew quickly away from the ship.
Not funny! Emrial clenched her jaw as she tried hard to maintain her seat in the cockpit. Some spontaneous giggling from one of her travel partners immediately interrupted Emrial's moody thoughts. Chopper held her sides as her melodious laughter filled the cockpit. What on earth is so bleeping funny that you'd be laughing at a time like this?! Emrial was sure that the mini con had gone stock raving crazy.
Chopper pointed a finger at the puzzled girl. "You...you..." She had to catch her breathe between spasms of laughter. "You should see the look on your face!!!" She blurted.
Yep, she's lost it. Emrial rolled her eyes. Huh? No way! Her initial shock grew more so when she noticed that the other mini cons were also rolling on the floor in laughter. Emrial's face flushed three shades of red with her rage (which caused even more laughter).
"WHA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!" A maniac laugh brought her even more distressed when she noticed that the laugh-ee was the pilot.
Jet Fire! What in blue blazes is going on? Emrial banged on the dash, hoping to get some response. Are you emitting some toxic fume or...Emrial stopped mid-sentence. Of course! Laughing gas for Transformers! The Decepticons must be using it against us! Her suspicions arose.
Oh...bleep! If Jet Fire crashes we're all gonna die!!! The idea dawned on her.
"Jet Fire, you're loosing altitude, is something wrong?" Optimus's voice came over the com system.
"I...(ha ha)...can't...(hee hee)...stop...(oooh hoo)...laughing!" Jet Fire tried to get the message across through the quakes of laughter.
"What's going on?"
"I...(hah hah)...don't...(yee hee hee hee)....know! (ya ha ha ha ha!)"
"Jet Fire, snap out of it, you're going to crash!"
"I...(giggle giggle)...can't!"
"Bleep! I'll try to cover you. Try to make a crash LANDING." Optimus ended the signal.
"Emrial...(ga ha ha)...you...(tee hee hee)...better...(haw haw haw)....brace...(ka ha)...for...(yee heee)...impact."
Oh my bleep I AM going to die! Emrial gripped the dashboard until her knuckles turned white. It's going to end like this. Me, not being able to say my parting words, dieing on a foreign planet in a crash caused by a laugh attack. Boy, that'll be good in my eulogy. "Death by laughter." I can see the headlines now. "Unknown teenage girl dies in crash on a previously unknown planet riding in a space shuttle that was attacked by laughter. Witnesses were heard to quip that it was a happy death." Bleep, am I the only one having all the luck around here!
It was like a sad movie played in slow motion, frame by frame. You see the spaceship spinning out of control to its doom on the planet surface. From out of a secret door the Autobot leader emerges, followed closely by some of his troops. He runs in a mad dash. Soon he becomes parallel with the plummeting spacecraft. His most trusted friend IS that spacecraft, and he'd do anything he could to save it, but alas he is forced to stand helplessly and watch his buddy's rapid decent.
Suddenly up in the sky, high above the drama unfolding there is a blinding light as parts of the planets' moon crumble away to reveal the awesome monster of destructing hiding within. The great yawning mouth opens and the horns by it twitch as it emits a powerful laser beam. With devastating accuracy the beam slices through the spaceship, disintegrating its middle section.
When the remains hit the ground reality sinks in and time is restored to normal. "Nooooooo!" Optimus wails.
"Now! Their moral is sunk and they are out in the open! Attack at once, men!" Megatron smiled as he ordered his troops to commence the attack, almost oblivious to the new threat from space.
The Decepticons let out a mighty battle cry as they rushed towards the stunned Autobots who stood helplessly staring at the wreck.
Emrial pulled herself from the wreckage. She was covered in scrapes from head to toe but amazingly she was alive. Oye, I'm going to be feeling this in the morning! She grasped her head as a throbbing pain began to take over. Oh, my bleep! I wonder if the others survived! She prodded through the scrap metal, her hand brushing against a cold metal object. With trembling hands Emrial picked up the mashed head of her close friend, Chopper.
Crystal droplets began to form at the edge of her blue eyes as she looked around and realized that she was the lone survivor of the crash. No...Trice! Chopper! Tank! She paused as it hit her. Jet Fire... Her shoulders shook as the head slipped out of hands. She grasped the ground as the sobs controlled her. No! No! No! Not Jet Fire! Her heart screamed. Twinkling tears made trails on her bloodstained face as they rolled off her chin. Almost magically the droplets began to float around Emrial, raising her up in a gust of wind.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Emrial shouted in anguish above the noise of the roaring battle. All optics turned to the floating girl as her tears swirled around her. Her clothes began to disintegrate and with a light glowing green light they turned into micro dust. Beginning at her shoulders a flowing pink gown began to swirl around her body as it was set in place. The loose gown flowed regally down her body and the tail floated gently behind her. A glowing green surrounded the teenager as her hair began to pull itself back into an elegant style. And in a twinkle a silver tiara appeared on her head. The transformers on the ground gasped in awe for she looked every inch a real princess.
Emrial closed her tear-studded eyes as the moment consumed her. In a flash of light there was a scepter in her hand. Upon it was the strange swirled symbol that had adorned her armor's shield. She gracefully held the scepter close to her face before extending it out at full arm's length. Suddenly a bright green light began to wave over the planet.
"Huh?" Red Alert mumbled as the green wave passed over his bed where he had been laid since the battle had broken out since Megatron had stabbed Emrial and the mini cons had drug her away. Once the light had passed he looked down at his body. He couldn't believe his eyes! Without a second thought he jumped out of bed and tested his repaired system. Everything had been fixed and now he sported new orange and blue armor!
"What the...?" Hot Shot mumbled as the light also passed over him.
"Bro! Check it out!" Sideswipe gazed at his friend in wonder.
"Huh?" Hot Shot looked down at his new armor. "Sweet! Now I truly am a HOT shot!" He chuckled as he observed the new flames that adorned his armor.
"If I didn't see it I wouldn't believe it!" Starscream stared in wonder at his changed colors. "I look like Thundercracker!" He exclaimed of his new blue armor.
"Hmm...why...why has she given ME new armor?" Megatron studied his new self.
"Maybe she was aiming for someone else and accidentally got you!" A red Demolisher joked.
"Hey, that sounds like something I would say!" Cyclonus whined.
When it had swept the planet the green light focused on the crash sight. Emrial's eyes furrowed as she concentrated hard on the scrap heap. Fragment by fragment old friends were put together. With a sigh a cold wind swept the planet and instantly her old clothes were reinstated. Lightheaded at the mega drain of energy Emrial fainted and fell to the planet's surface.
"Emrial!" Like coming out of a trance Optimus was alerted of her situation and ran to her. Oh Primus please don't let her be dead! His thoughts screamed as he lifted the limp body tenderly with one hand.
"Optimus..." Jet Fire's optics turned on and he stumbled forward towards his leader.
"Easy, soldier. I think coming back from the dead deserves some time off, don't you?" Prime smiled at his second-in-command.
"Bwee eep dee weep?" The mini cons buzzed around the two.
"Yeah, what they said. What on Cybertron happened? What do you mean "coming back from the dead?" Jet Fire scratched his head.
"Maybe some other time, old friend." Optimus wrapped an arm around the soldiers shoulder. "Some other time..."
--
KatDrama: ooooh hope you liked! So so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so-
Kitty: Kat, breathe!
KatDrama: (draws in deep breathe) so sorry that this is so late but I've been oober busy!
Kitty: But remember, no matter how busy she is, if you send in TONS of reviews she feels more obligated to try to update ASAP. So I guess you know what that means, don't you?
KatDrama: REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
Kitty: Kat...breathe!
KatDrama: (draws in breath)
Kitty: Say, don't you have to have those first eleven pages in that 21 page packet done by tomorrow for Driver's Ed?
KatDrama: AGGGGH! NOOOOO! I TOTALLY FORGOT!!!! EIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! WHERE DID I PUT IT? WHERE?!!!!
Kitty: See what I mean by busy?
KatDrama: Imdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimdeadimead
Kitty: Kat?
KatDrama: what?!
Kitty: Breathe!
KatDrama: (draws in breath) Imdeadimdeadimdeadimdead.....