Oh man, this chapter is probably going to be really boring because I've bored. Well one thing may be interesting, I methodically wrote a bit about a topic in here that I think interesting, energon. From what I write, some proves to be true by example from what I've seen. But basically it will probably be boring because I have had writers block. But you can help to prevent that in later chapters, just review and give me ideas. If I have some good ideas, I can write more; thus I can type the chapters faster and you can enjoy them and I can make progress on the story sooner. Can you do that for me please? Otherwise I won't be able to finish this and I hate not finishing any fanfiction I started. Okay enough, enjoy the fic if at all possible.

I don't own Transformers Armada so don't sue me.

A Girl Transformed

Chapter five

"It's 6:00, wake up! It's 6:00, wake up! It's 6:00, wake u-"

"SMACK"

"oww."

"Annoying alarm clock," I growled as I crawled out of bed and streched some. "I need to be there by seven," I said making a mental note to myself. I began my morning routine; by the time I was done, it was 6:45.

"I'd better tell someone where I'm going," I thought as I put my backpack on and wheeled my bike out of my room. There was no sound except for a few faint voices snoring; one happened to be comming from the room off to my right.

"Heh, so Blurr does snore," I remarked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace. I walked over to Jetfire's quarters; I was about to knock on the door when suddenly to my surprise, It opened.

I looked up, expecting to see Jet, but he wasn't there. I looked around to discover that he was still asleep. I took a few quiet steps in and the door closed sliently behind me.

"Jet, Jet," I called softly, walking towards where he was sleeping. "Jet, Jetfire," I called a bit louder this time; he still didn't move. I jumped onto his bed, hoping he could hear me better and loud enough to wake up. I walked over to his face.

"Jetfire, wake up," I called softly again. "Jetfire, please wake up, I have something to tell you," he did not move. Calling to him was not working; since he didn't have his faceplate on, I decided to stroke his nose some.

"Jet, wake up, I need to tell you something," opon saying this, I saw his optics slowly light up. I stopped stroking his nose.

"Hmhm, Cobalt? What is it Co?" he said sleeply and lifted his head some to see me better.

"I'm sorry to wake you, but I thought I should tell you that I'm going to school now and that I'll be back around at 12:00 noon today. I'm telling you just so you won't worry about me when you can't find me and run around the base screaming my name," I told him.

"You're at school and you'll be back at 12:00, right?" he asked me.

"Yes, that's right, I'll be going now so you can sleep," I said and jumped off his bed and headded for the door.

"Well all of us will be getting up soon so I'll just get up. Hey Co, what's sleep?" he asked me as he stood up and streched.

"Sleep? It's what you were doing before I woke you up," I replied.

"Oh, to transformers it's called recharging and what I was laying on is called a recharge pad. Oh, ah Cobalt, you don't by any chance have that gun on you do you?," he asked me.

"Yes I do, should I not?" I asked him.

"You can keep it with you, just keep it out of sight unless you need it for a good reason," he answered.

"Oh okay, I planned to do that anyways, I don't want to reveal anything about the Autobots after all," I said. "I really need to go now Jet, bye," I called back as I ran out of his room.

"Bye Cobalt, I'll see you later," he called back.

"Bye," I said one last time before putting on my helmet, starting the engine to my bike and driving down the cooridoor. The clock on my bike displayed 6:51, I would need to go fast to make it on time. That shouldn't be a problem. I used to get there in eight minutes, now that I'm closer it should only take four or less minutes to get there from now on. I exited the base and drove onto the dirt road.

For the first time ever, I actually wanted school to end quickly so I could get back to the base.

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"Wow, what a morning," I sighed while putting on my helmet and getting on my bike.

I finished my project and it worked great, except that my partner added too much voltage. Then it blew up and I got soot all over myself, turning my nice red and blue outfit all black and grey. I wonder what Jet will say when he sees me.

I drove up to the doors of the base, I told the password to the computer and drove in. I parked my bike in my room, when I walked out, Jetfire was there to meet me.

"Have a good morning Co- woah, what happened to you?" he asked, picking me up to take a closer look. "Did you make something explode?"

"Not me, but my partner did and now I'm all black," I exclaimed.

"How did this happen?"

"He accidentally added too much power to the device I made and it exploded," I explained to him.

"Do you want to go change outfits?"

"No, I'll be fine, I'd like to see everyone elses reaction to this anyways."

"Okay then, hey, let's go work on your shooting skills alright?" suggested Jetfire.

"Yeah, let's do that."

I practiced shooting with Jet for about an hour and I was getting better at it. Before long, I was starting to get hungry for lunch.

"Hey can we stop for awhile, because I'm getting really hungry; otherwise I'll faint like I did yesterday," I requested to him.

"Sure, I would also like a break," he admitted.

We put our guns away and I headed back to my room; I don't know where Jet went at that point. I began making some maccaroni and chesse for my lunch; I was almost done when Jetfire walked in holding a glass-like container of a neon blue-violet substance.

"Hey Jetfire, what do you have there?" I questioned him.

He looked down at what he was holding, then back to me. "Oh this, it's called energon, we drink and eat it for power like you humans eat food and drink water," he told me and taking off his face plate, he took a drink.

"Wow, that's cool uh, can you tell me some more about it, i'm kind of curious to know more, please tell me," I begged him and took my maccaroni to my small table.

"Sure I can," he agreed. "Energon has different properties about it, depending on where you find it, it can have different colors and tastes to it. Some that I've found to taste bad and others taste good enough that some transformers chose to get drunk off of it," he then lowers his voice, "even I have a couple of times. Could you do me a favor and not tell anyone else about this?"

"Yes, your secrets safe with me," I declared and ate a bit more of the maccaroni.

"Thanks, energon doesn't always come in liquid form like you see here," he held up his glass slightly and pointed to it. "It can also be found or formed into solids of different densities at certain temperatures," he paused to take a drink while I nodded in understanding and continued eatting. "Because of this property, many on Cybertron use it to create magnificent creations from it, much like humans love to cook using food," he finished and took another drink.

"What kinds of creations are there, what kinds do you like?" I asked him.

"I like all different kinds, there's the candy kind, the sweet kinds, sour kinds, bitter kinds, kinds that can be used to control with the right mixing, I like using some of those for jokes; could you also not tell anyone about that please?" he pleaded and finished the energon he was drinking.

"Sure," I agreed to him.

"Well there are so many kinds, why don't I give you a file on it and I'll mark all of my favorites, that sound good to you?" he asked me.

"That would be nice, thank you," by then I had finished my lunch. I began to clean the plate and glass in the sink, dry it and put it back in the cabinet to which it belonged. "Hey let's go see what's going on with everyone."

"That sounds good, except for one problem," he began.

"Oh and what's that?" I questioned.

"Just before you got back, a minicon woke up and they all went out to find it, leaving me here," he trailed off saying something, but it was to soft to hear.

We left my room and headed for the control room. "So why did they leave you here alone?"

"Well we're not exactly alone, there are some minicons, but they left me here to guard the base, to be here when you get back and where they were going, I would stand out to much," at saying this, his voice lowered to a sad note, enough too make me feel sad for him myself.

"You want to tell me more about this?" I coaxed. He picked me up and continued walking.

"They have me stay here because I stand out too much as a shuttle," he explains.

"I can understand why they say that," I consoled. "Right now on earth, seeing a shuttle fly through the sky is very rare; rare enough to make people and the military to want to know what's going on and reveal the Autobots and Decepticons to the earth."

"I know."

"But one day the Autobots will defeat the Decepticons, we'll reveal ourselves to the world and then you can fly as much as you want," I finished.

"I can't wait till that happens," he admitted.

We walked into the control room just as the Autobots warped back from the battlefield. "Hey, let's go see them!" I exclaimed. We went to the warpgate as the Autobots were walking out.

"Hey Optimus," I called as I jumped out of Jetfire's hand, suddenly scaring all except for Hotshot, Smokescreen, Blurr and Jetfire; I landed on the ground softly. "Did you get the minicon?"

"We did Cobalt, he's right here," he pointed to a blue and green minicon on his left shoulder. "Were did you learn to jump like that?"

"Yeah, were did you?" asked Red Alert.

"Years of martial arts traning, but that's not all that I can do," I declared. "Would one of you be so kind as to hold out your hand please?" Optimus was the first to do so. "Just watch this."

I got into a confortable pisition and pushed off hard from the ground. I shot up like a rocket, going higher and higher; soon I was hovering slightly above Optimus' head and began to fall. I took the apropriate landing position and landed gracefully in his hand, he looked at me speechless.

"Amazing," said Sideswipe in awe.

"Uh, thank you," I said shyly and jumped out of his hand.

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Wah, I'm sorry for ending it here, but I don't have anymore ideas. While there wasn't much action going on, there was a bit of insight into Jet and Co's feelings, I think. Please review so that I can make this better next time! It will be greatly aprechiated!

Cobalt