KatDrama: Oh! Yeah! I got my permit! I got my permit! (does a little dance)
Kitty: (embarrassed at the sight of KatDrama's dancing) err...AHEM! Kat, don't you have some more important business at hand?
KatDrama: (cluelessly) like what?
Kitty: oh, I don't know. Maybe updating a certain story.
KatDrama: I already updated Whispering Sunshine. (continues dancing)
KatD: err...I think she means a certain Transformer story
KatDrama: Oh, I worked on The Essays of Daniel Thor a little bit the other day but then my parents told me I had to stop the maniac laughter, so it's sort of come to a stand still since then.
Rurouni KatDrama: This one believes that they meant your other Transformer story, that I do.
KatDrama: ...other...(thinks hard)....oh! right! Jet Blast! How could I forget?
Kitty: Maybe it's because your memory is nonexistent.
KatDrama: ha ha, if I don't have a good memory then how do explain my GPA off 4.0?!
Kitty: uh...I'm not talking about your academic memory. I'm talking about your sort-of-important memory.
KatDrama: huh?
Kitty: like remembering the little important things.
KatDrama: Like?
Kitty: Like 'hey, weren't you supposed to be at a meeting right about now?'
KatDrama: am I?!
Kitty: no, not today.
KatDrama: That's a relief. So, what were we talking about?
Kitty: -- never mind.
KatDrama: anywhoo- on another note...I got my permit!! Whoo-hoo!!!
Kitty: Haven't we been through this already?
KatDrama: We have? Oh, sorry. Oh-my-bleep! I can't believe that this is actually chapter 40!!!!! I mean, I never thought I'd have a story this long.
Kitty: How would you know if you've never actually finished a story?
KatDrama: Hey! It's not my fault that most of em go belly up due to no reviews. Like my first story came to a dead stand still on chapter 18 because I had been getting 0 reviews for like the past few chapters of it. Anywhoo- sorry guys! Just stalling for time until I think of what to write. Well, here goes!
Chapter 40 (man, I can't believe it's chapter 40!!)
Turn of Events
Despair filled the metallic planet, Cybertron, as a giant monster of a Transformer orbited around the sphere. No one could help but not feel the heaviness of impending doom. The Autobots had been liberated and the leaders of both factions had declared a cease-fire. Optimus because he wanted to plan on how to attack the threat of Unicron; Megatron because his tiny brain could just not fathom the fact that the strange earth girl had given him and some of his men new armor, like she was preparing them for something that he couldn't comprehend.
Megatron sighed as he flopped down on his throne. What good was it to be the ruler of a planet whose destruction was inevitable? He felt like everything had gotten out of hand. He stared at his hands thinking about how he had let all that he had worked for slip through his fingers. Thrust had run away with the requiem blaster and shield. Wheeljack had chased after him with the Autobot Hot Shot, no less. He could feel his men becoming more and more used to the possible idea of joining forces with the Autobots.
By my maker's matrix I can't believe I'm about to do what I think I am. The Decepticon leader clenched his teeth. "Cyclonus!" He rumbled.
"Y...yes, sir?" The copter bot sidestepped wearily forward.
"I want you to deliver a message to Prime."
--
"A peace talks with Megatron?" Optimus Prime stepped backwards with surprise.
Cyclonus looked down at the ground as he shoved his toe beneath a piece of scrap metal in front of the Autobot's headquarters'. "That's what he said." He answered skeptically, not knowing whether Prime was about to laugh his head off or pummel the messenger.
Optimus rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "And he wants me to come alone?"
Cyclonus's head jerked up. Had Prime turned totally incompetent? He kept repeating everything that the messenger had just told him! It was even starting to get on his nerves, of all things. The copter bot just nodded his head.
"Optimus, sir. Are you sure that it's a good idea?" Jet Fire leaned against the outside of the building, not totally convinced.
"Jet Fire, we have to give peace a try!" Optimus turned to face his soldier. "And if Megatron is willing to come to terms I'm more that ready to meet with him."
"I don't know, I think you should have a backup plan." The Second-in- Command complained.
"And just what did you have in mind?" Optimus was getting just a little more than peeved at the aerial commander.
The cowboy-ish transformer grinned wryly. "Emrial."
--
Man, a lot had happened since the Autobot's arrival at Cybertron just two days ago! Emrial's head still whirled as she tried to comprehend the facts. The only thing she really remembered was the face off with Megatron and thinking she was going to die inside Jet Fire. But Red Alert had informed her in on the rest.
"During your battle with Megatron he stabbed you in the neck, piercing your armor. Your armor faded away and the mini cons appeared. They were all pretty dazed but they managed to drag you away to safety. While all this was happening the Decepticons and Autobots started an all out war. When we had secured a base Jet Fire followed the mini con's distress signal to the abandoned building.
While flying in Jet Fire one of the Decepticons (we believe it was Cyclonus, but our data is unclear) fired a missile with a canister of laughing gas. When it was injected into Jet Fire all Transformers inside were affected, but we believe that since you were not in mech form the gas did not affect you as an organic (but once again, our data may not be precise).
Anyways, Unicron fired a big laser beam straight through Jet Fire, destroying most of him and the mini cons. We think you survived because you were in the front most area of the cockpit. After this everyone was stunned, then the Decepticons decided to launch an attack. Suddenly you emerged from the wreck and started glowing. This green glowing engulfed the whole planet, repairing everyone who was damaged. And you transformed into the most beautiful organic."
At least, that's what he had said. Emrial sighed as she watched Tank challenging Sideswipe (who was told to keep an eye on the teenager). She chuckled, noticing how nervous the young transformer was against the aggressive mini con with an Arnold Swa-(oh I can't spell his last name! You know who it is! The Terminator dude who's now the governor of California. Yeah, that dude, that accent.) Tank grinned a metallic and surprisingly white toothy grin as he flexed his metal muscles.
Sideswipe nervously stepped backwards and glanced sideways at the teenager for some support.
Emrial smiled mischievously. "Hey Tank!" She hollered.
"You talkin' to me?" The mini con turned to face his human.
Emrial's grin grew wider. "Ya, I'm talking to you. You wanna know a secret?"
"What?"
"C'mere an' I'll whisper it too you." Emrial beckoned. Hesitantly Tank inched forward and leaned over as the girl whispered into his sound receptor.
"Really? How fun!" The mini con giggled maniacally with joy.
"Emrial?!" Sideswipe became more nervous as the mini con began to advance towards him. "What did you tell him?!"
Emrial giggled.
"EMRIAL?!" Sideswipe was sure this was going to be the end for him.
Suddenly the menacing six-wheeler mini con adopted a cute and almost cuddly anime face with his cheeks puffed out and his optics batting all cute like. "Hug fest, Bro!!!!!!" Tank launched at the transformer with his arms outstretched wide.
"GAH! NOOOOOO!!!!" Sideswipe scream as the mini con proceeded to chase him all around the room.
Emrial fell over on her back. She thought she was going to die from laughter! She just couldn't help herself. In a corner of the room Trice and Chopper looked up from their game of Battleship and sweat dropped embarrassingly at what was transpiring. "Either we're strange, or everyone else is." Trice voiced his thoughts as he proceeded to take out Chopper's submarine.
"It doesn't take much to see that we're the only sane ones here." Chopper agreed as she joyfully blew up Trice's tanker.
A burst of air from the hydraulics in the door alerted the occupants of the room that someone was entering. Not that anyone noticed or cared.
"Hey................" Hot Shot entered, holding a package behind his back. He narrowly missed a collision with Sideswipe who was making tracks. Quickly he stepped to the middle of the room where Emrial was gulping air between the laughter. "What's...going on?" Hot Shot's optics followed his 'bro's' path.
Emrial wiped away the tears of joy before responding. "Trying to break Sideswipe of his little habit. It's not as fun when someone else does it to him." She smiled. "I wonder if he's realized that Tank is no longer chasing him."
Tank collapsed on the floor in a burst of laughter as he continued to watch the transformer running in circles around the room, screaming like a little girl.
"So, what's up with you?" Emrial stood and dusted the, well, dust off of her pants.
"I don't know what's going to happen with all this Unicron stuff, and so..." Hot Shot stopped for a moment, with a heavy heart he continued. "Emrial, I'm not sure if I'll ever see you again. Each day in just the war against the Decepticons there were many casualties, and who knows how many more will result from this Unicron, and one of these days I may very well become one of those statistics."
"Hot Shot..." Crystal wells began to trickle a little stream at the edges of Emrial's eyes.
"And, so, well..." Hot Shot nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Well...I wanted you to have one of these before I went into combat, just so I'd be sure that there'd be something to catch you when you're falling if I'm not around." He thrust the brown package forward into the organic's hands.
Emrial was shocked at the weight of the parcel. "Hot Shot, what is it?" She stood dumfounded in front of her towering friend.
A brief smile flashed on the bot's face. "A parachute. We've always said that you needed one."
Emrial smiled as she set the package on the floor. Exhaust began to slightly burst from her jet boots as she gently flew up to the transformer's height. Leaning forward towards the Autobot she wrapped her arms around his front chest plate (for that's about how far her arms could reach). Hot Shot had gone through the torturous gesture from Sideswipe, but coming from this organic girl it had a whole new feeling. Carefully he reached up and returned the embrace.
Now the trickle from the well spilled forth more like a river. "Hot Shot, no matter what, I'll never forget you."
"And I, you." Hot Shot smiled through the great pain in his spark. Everyone else in the room seemed to melt away as he stood with his friend clinging to him.
"Hot Shot...promise me..." Emrial sobbed through the tears.
"Promise you what?" He looked down at her tormented face.
"Promise me that if you survive that some day when this is all over you'll come back to Earth...to me." She cried.
"I will." He softly stroked the top of her head with his large finger. He wished that the heartfelt moment could last forever, but alas, he had strategies to plan and troops to command. Finally, he had to draw himself away. "I...I have to go." He stammered. Tell her!! His subconscious screamed.
"Oh, Hot Shot." Emrial flew up and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a smear of pink lipstick. Sadly she turned and flew back to the ground.
Hot Shot reached up and touched his burning cheek. Without another thought he got down on his knees and looked at the girl. "Emrial." He said with determination in his voice. "I know that you're really close friends with Jet Fire, and I'd never want to tear you away from him. But I have to tell you, that every moment you've spent with him is like a year of sorrows added to my life...because...because I love you and care for you! I know that it would never work out but I felt that I had to tell you before I go into to combat." Hot Shot stood up. "Take care of him. Goodbye, Emrial."
Emrial felt like someone had removed her heart from her chest and ripped in half. She fell to her knees as she watched the sad soldier leave. She couldn't comprehend it! Was it true? Had Hot Shot said...that he loved her? Then, what about Jet Fire?
--
KatDrama: Oooooooh! How many of you saw THAT coming?! I know, I'm a cruel, cruel author leaving you with such a cliffhanger, but that should just be more motivation for you all to leave nice long reviews for me to find in my inbox. Ta ta for now!
Kitty: (embarrassed at the sight of KatDrama's dancing) err...AHEM! Kat, don't you have some more important business at hand?
KatDrama: (cluelessly) like what?
Kitty: oh, I don't know. Maybe updating a certain story.
KatDrama: I already updated Whispering Sunshine. (continues dancing)
KatD: err...I think she means a certain Transformer story
KatDrama: Oh, I worked on The Essays of Daniel Thor a little bit the other day but then my parents told me I had to stop the maniac laughter, so it's sort of come to a stand still since then.
Rurouni KatDrama: This one believes that they meant your other Transformer story, that I do.
KatDrama: ...other...(thinks hard)....oh! right! Jet Blast! How could I forget?
Kitty: Maybe it's because your memory is nonexistent.
KatDrama: ha ha, if I don't have a good memory then how do explain my GPA off 4.0?!
Kitty: uh...I'm not talking about your academic memory. I'm talking about your sort-of-important memory.
KatDrama: huh?
Kitty: like remembering the little important things.
KatDrama: Like?
Kitty: Like 'hey, weren't you supposed to be at a meeting right about now?'
KatDrama: am I?!
Kitty: no, not today.
KatDrama: That's a relief. So, what were we talking about?
Kitty: -- never mind.
KatDrama: anywhoo- on another note...I got my permit!! Whoo-hoo!!!
Kitty: Haven't we been through this already?
KatDrama: We have? Oh, sorry. Oh-my-bleep! I can't believe that this is actually chapter 40!!!!! I mean, I never thought I'd have a story this long.
Kitty: How would you know if you've never actually finished a story?
KatDrama: Hey! It's not my fault that most of em go belly up due to no reviews. Like my first story came to a dead stand still on chapter 18 because I had been getting 0 reviews for like the past few chapters of it. Anywhoo- sorry guys! Just stalling for time until I think of what to write. Well, here goes!
Chapter 40 (man, I can't believe it's chapter 40!!)
Turn of Events
Despair filled the metallic planet, Cybertron, as a giant monster of a Transformer orbited around the sphere. No one could help but not feel the heaviness of impending doom. The Autobots had been liberated and the leaders of both factions had declared a cease-fire. Optimus because he wanted to plan on how to attack the threat of Unicron; Megatron because his tiny brain could just not fathom the fact that the strange earth girl had given him and some of his men new armor, like she was preparing them for something that he couldn't comprehend.
Megatron sighed as he flopped down on his throne. What good was it to be the ruler of a planet whose destruction was inevitable? He felt like everything had gotten out of hand. He stared at his hands thinking about how he had let all that he had worked for slip through his fingers. Thrust had run away with the requiem blaster and shield. Wheeljack had chased after him with the Autobot Hot Shot, no less. He could feel his men becoming more and more used to the possible idea of joining forces with the Autobots.
By my maker's matrix I can't believe I'm about to do what I think I am. The Decepticon leader clenched his teeth. "Cyclonus!" He rumbled.
"Y...yes, sir?" The copter bot sidestepped wearily forward.
"I want you to deliver a message to Prime."
--
"A peace talks with Megatron?" Optimus Prime stepped backwards with surprise.
Cyclonus looked down at the ground as he shoved his toe beneath a piece of scrap metal in front of the Autobot's headquarters'. "That's what he said." He answered skeptically, not knowing whether Prime was about to laugh his head off or pummel the messenger.
Optimus rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "And he wants me to come alone?"
Cyclonus's head jerked up. Had Prime turned totally incompetent? He kept repeating everything that the messenger had just told him! It was even starting to get on his nerves, of all things. The copter bot just nodded his head.
"Optimus, sir. Are you sure that it's a good idea?" Jet Fire leaned against the outside of the building, not totally convinced.
"Jet Fire, we have to give peace a try!" Optimus turned to face his soldier. "And if Megatron is willing to come to terms I'm more that ready to meet with him."
"I don't know, I think you should have a backup plan." The Second-in- Command complained.
"And just what did you have in mind?" Optimus was getting just a little more than peeved at the aerial commander.
The cowboy-ish transformer grinned wryly. "Emrial."
--
Man, a lot had happened since the Autobot's arrival at Cybertron just two days ago! Emrial's head still whirled as she tried to comprehend the facts. The only thing she really remembered was the face off with Megatron and thinking she was going to die inside Jet Fire. But Red Alert had informed her in on the rest.
"During your battle with Megatron he stabbed you in the neck, piercing your armor. Your armor faded away and the mini cons appeared. They were all pretty dazed but they managed to drag you away to safety. While all this was happening the Decepticons and Autobots started an all out war. When we had secured a base Jet Fire followed the mini con's distress signal to the abandoned building.
While flying in Jet Fire one of the Decepticons (we believe it was Cyclonus, but our data is unclear) fired a missile with a canister of laughing gas. When it was injected into Jet Fire all Transformers inside were affected, but we believe that since you were not in mech form the gas did not affect you as an organic (but once again, our data may not be precise).
Anyways, Unicron fired a big laser beam straight through Jet Fire, destroying most of him and the mini cons. We think you survived because you were in the front most area of the cockpit. After this everyone was stunned, then the Decepticons decided to launch an attack. Suddenly you emerged from the wreck and started glowing. This green glowing engulfed the whole planet, repairing everyone who was damaged. And you transformed into the most beautiful organic."
At least, that's what he had said. Emrial sighed as she watched Tank challenging Sideswipe (who was told to keep an eye on the teenager). She chuckled, noticing how nervous the young transformer was against the aggressive mini con with an Arnold Swa-(oh I can't spell his last name! You know who it is! The Terminator dude who's now the governor of California. Yeah, that dude, that accent.) Tank grinned a metallic and surprisingly white toothy grin as he flexed his metal muscles.
Sideswipe nervously stepped backwards and glanced sideways at the teenager for some support.
Emrial smiled mischievously. "Hey Tank!" She hollered.
"You talkin' to me?" The mini con turned to face his human.
Emrial's grin grew wider. "Ya, I'm talking to you. You wanna know a secret?"
"What?"
"C'mere an' I'll whisper it too you." Emrial beckoned. Hesitantly Tank inched forward and leaned over as the girl whispered into his sound receptor.
"Really? How fun!" The mini con giggled maniacally with joy.
"Emrial?!" Sideswipe became more nervous as the mini con began to advance towards him. "What did you tell him?!"
Emrial giggled.
"EMRIAL?!" Sideswipe was sure this was going to be the end for him.
Suddenly the menacing six-wheeler mini con adopted a cute and almost cuddly anime face with his cheeks puffed out and his optics batting all cute like. "Hug fest, Bro!!!!!!" Tank launched at the transformer with his arms outstretched wide.
"GAH! NOOOOOO!!!!" Sideswipe scream as the mini con proceeded to chase him all around the room.
Emrial fell over on her back. She thought she was going to die from laughter! She just couldn't help herself. In a corner of the room Trice and Chopper looked up from their game of Battleship and sweat dropped embarrassingly at what was transpiring. "Either we're strange, or everyone else is." Trice voiced his thoughts as he proceeded to take out Chopper's submarine.
"It doesn't take much to see that we're the only sane ones here." Chopper agreed as she joyfully blew up Trice's tanker.
A burst of air from the hydraulics in the door alerted the occupants of the room that someone was entering. Not that anyone noticed or cared.
"Hey................" Hot Shot entered, holding a package behind his back. He narrowly missed a collision with Sideswipe who was making tracks. Quickly he stepped to the middle of the room where Emrial was gulping air between the laughter. "What's...going on?" Hot Shot's optics followed his 'bro's' path.
Emrial wiped away the tears of joy before responding. "Trying to break Sideswipe of his little habit. It's not as fun when someone else does it to him." She smiled. "I wonder if he's realized that Tank is no longer chasing him."
Tank collapsed on the floor in a burst of laughter as he continued to watch the transformer running in circles around the room, screaming like a little girl.
"So, what's up with you?" Emrial stood and dusted the, well, dust off of her pants.
"I don't know what's going to happen with all this Unicron stuff, and so..." Hot Shot stopped for a moment, with a heavy heart he continued. "Emrial, I'm not sure if I'll ever see you again. Each day in just the war against the Decepticons there were many casualties, and who knows how many more will result from this Unicron, and one of these days I may very well become one of those statistics."
"Hot Shot..." Crystal wells began to trickle a little stream at the edges of Emrial's eyes.
"And, so, well..." Hot Shot nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Well...I wanted you to have one of these before I went into combat, just so I'd be sure that there'd be something to catch you when you're falling if I'm not around." He thrust the brown package forward into the organic's hands.
Emrial was shocked at the weight of the parcel. "Hot Shot, what is it?" She stood dumfounded in front of her towering friend.
A brief smile flashed on the bot's face. "A parachute. We've always said that you needed one."
Emrial smiled as she set the package on the floor. Exhaust began to slightly burst from her jet boots as she gently flew up to the transformer's height. Leaning forward towards the Autobot she wrapped her arms around his front chest plate (for that's about how far her arms could reach). Hot Shot had gone through the torturous gesture from Sideswipe, but coming from this organic girl it had a whole new feeling. Carefully he reached up and returned the embrace.
Now the trickle from the well spilled forth more like a river. "Hot Shot, no matter what, I'll never forget you."
"And I, you." Hot Shot smiled through the great pain in his spark. Everyone else in the room seemed to melt away as he stood with his friend clinging to him.
"Hot Shot...promise me..." Emrial sobbed through the tears.
"Promise you what?" He looked down at her tormented face.
"Promise me that if you survive that some day when this is all over you'll come back to Earth...to me." She cried.
"I will." He softly stroked the top of her head with his large finger. He wished that the heartfelt moment could last forever, but alas, he had strategies to plan and troops to command. Finally, he had to draw himself away. "I...I have to go." He stammered. Tell her!! His subconscious screamed.
"Oh, Hot Shot." Emrial flew up and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a smear of pink lipstick. Sadly she turned and flew back to the ground.
Hot Shot reached up and touched his burning cheek. Without another thought he got down on his knees and looked at the girl. "Emrial." He said with determination in his voice. "I know that you're really close friends with Jet Fire, and I'd never want to tear you away from him. But I have to tell you, that every moment you've spent with him is like a year of sorrows added to my life...because...because I love you and care for you! I know that it would never work out but I felt that I had to tell you before I go into to combat." Hot Shot stood up. "Take care of him. Goodbye, Emrial."
Emrial felt like someone had removed her heart from her chest and ripped in half. She fell to her knees as she watched the sad soldier leave. She couldn't comprehend it! Was it true? Had Hot Shot said...that he loved her? Then, what about Jet Fire?
--
KatDrama: Oooooooh! How many of you saw THAT coming?! I know, I'm a cruel, cruel author leaving you with such a cliffhanger, but that should just be more motivation for you all to leave nice long reviews for me to find in my inbox. Ta ta for now!