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The large robot surveyed the scene carefully when he landed. No sign of the Autobots; good. Starscream and the others wouldn't be along for another forty minutes at least. The rookie decided he best pick up the debris on shore and hide it in the thick tree line. At least then if the Autobots arrived there would be nothing for them to scrounge up.
As he made his way along the beach he studied the metal chunks, insulation and various foreign objects that had washed up.
He picked up a white box with a red cross on it. Whatever crashed in the ocean must have been some alien species, not unidentified transformers he assumed they might have been.
With his hands full he noticed another shape in the sand.
The moon came out from behind clouds and washed the beach with its eerie glow. The light filtered through the object, making it take on a yellowish tinge.
Walking up he noticed small imprints in the sand leading away from it. Picking up the translucent object he looked over to the tree line where the prints led. The rookie began following them.
I don't know how long I was out for, but when I did awaken I heard ocean. I groaned, maybe it was all a dream. I lived beside an ocean back on Patraz, maybe I left the balcony door open and that salty breeze was just from home. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but when I heard a sudden loud crunch I jolted up to my feet.
First thing I saw was the trees in moonlight, and then above me I saw a hulking form staring.
Suddenly a rush hit my brain, "ugh." I swayed and almost fell over. Damn, I hate when you stand up too fast.
"Strange…" the figure reached its large hand towards me. I jumped back.
I saw the hulking shadow flinch, did I surprise it? It went for another grab and I leapt back. That's it I'm not going to hang around here. So I turned tail and ran further into the tropical forest.
"Hey!" The figures voice had a hint of anger, but it sounded as though it was more annoyed than anything. Just ahead I saw a clearing and veered around it.
Don't think I ever ran for two minutes straight before but I started to huff. Shut up. I'm not used to running, I never run.
A rumble was growing behind me. Oh shit. It was coming. I remembered the jet and put two and two together. Rumble plus jet equals angry thing.
I stopped and stood still, trying to control my heavy breathing. The rumble grew louder and louder very fast and I was soon covering my ears.
Silence.
I looked up but couldn't see through the heavy foliage above me. I had a bad feeling about this. Trees were shorn as two big feet plummeted to the forest floor. Leaves, splinters and bugs rained upon me. Bugs. I saw a spider on my leg and a huge hand lunge towards me. I panicked.
Slammed into metal the little wind in my lungs was knocked out, and I heard the tree that was behind me crack and fall to the forest floor.
Pressure closed in around me and suddenly I found it very hard to breath.
Violet panels studied me and I croaked. I was being held in its giant hand, where giant fingers were currently squeezing me way to hard.
I hit the hand and tried to speak but the stupid thing didn't seem to get the fact it was killing me.
"You're an odd creature, but you look familiar."
'Odd? Me? Oh I look familiar? Well I don't fucking know a dumb ass like you' I thought to myself wickedly.
"You're a human that's what you are…"
I began feeling light headed.
"Thought you fleshies could talk."
That pissed me off right there. I really was dealing with a dumb ass.
"Can't breathe!" I whispered out. Don't know how it heard me but it immediately loosened its hold.
I gasped for air and screamed: "Thank you for not killing me!" it seemed my anger pushed away my fear for this creature.
"That's quite the disrespectful tone you're giving a Decepticon." The figure growled.
"You were killing me. Sorry for crashing on your planet but we didn't really have a choice."
"We?"
"I had a crew. Don't even know if anyone is alive." I eyed the robots face. It had strong features but still looked a little young, maybe early twenties young. Though with such a quizzical face I couldn't help but think this robot reminded me of a human.
It was when my mind began working on that name; Decepticon. I've heard it before.
"So you're a human."
"And you're a Decepticon. So now what? We stand here all night and chat it up, you going to probe me, inject me with alien stuff or something so I can give birth to little robotic babies."
"Humans are strange. You might have suffered some blown circuits in that head of yours."
"OK, yeah. So again: now what?"
"We wait."
"For what?" did I really want to know the answer?
"For Megatron."
St. Claire watched the entire thing. She had landed far down the beach out of sight, and when she went looking for anyone else she saw a giant robot calling out from the tree line. At that point she had dove for cover but there was no way she was gonna peel her eyes from this sight.
She had saw the discarded transport bubble and figured It was after John, Alicia or Jack. The robot jumped and seemed to fall apart, only to reassemble and take on the form of a jet.
Normally St. Claire would have concluded she probably sustained brain damage, was dreaming or something far from the truth. She knew this time she couldn't have been just seeing things and one of her friends was in possible danger. She headed deeper into the forest, avoiding webs, holes, and roots.
For awhile she followed the sound of the jet. When it stopped making sound, she stopped to listen. There was a loud crunch, an army of birds squawked into flight and all was silent once more. From there she couldn't hear the robot talking so she decided to just guess and go.
Twenty minutes passed and she started to wonder if she had gone the wrong way.
Wait, what was that? She paused and listened.
There was an almost… growling, rumbling sound. It wasn't the same as that jet but… cars? Cars! Oh people are here!
St. Claire ran as fast as she could, exploding out the brush into a flat open field.
There in the middle of the field were three black cars driving like mad, tearing up the grass and leaving dirt ruts in the ground.
She waited a moment to catch her breath and waited. They hadn't even spotted her, guess they were having too much fun destroying the ground.
She cleared her throat and waved her arms, "Hey!" she walked closer but kept her distance; she didn't exactly want to get hit. While she tried to get their attention she noted to herself the body of the cars were antique compared to the modern cars back on Patraz.
"Hey!" she screamed out over their hootin' and hollering.
"Oh whey! What's this?" The cars drove up to St. Claire, beaming their headlights in her face.
"Please help me I think one of my friends is being attacked by a transforming jet-robot thing." She covered her eyes, trying to see the drivers.
"Wait, what?"
"I know this sounds crazy but it's true, you have to believe me."
St. Claire was too panicked to really notice she was talking to cars, not humans sticking their heads out the rolled down window, or humans stepping out the car.
"Oh we believe you. Where is this robot?"
"I… I don't know, I tried to follow to check it out but I lost it."
"How many more of you are there?"
"Our ship crashed in the ocean, I have no idea how many of us survived. There are probably a lot still out there on the waters."
"Stay here, whatever you do: do not go anywhere. We'll be back."
"Okay." St. Claire was left alone in the night as the three cars sped off.
"Charger to Optimus Prime. This is an emergency."
The three black vehicles sped down the sandbanks that ran alongside the river.
"This is Optimus Prime, what seems to be the trouble?"
"Humans have somehow found us; one of them said a transforming jet-robot was going after her friend."
"There is one with you?"
"We told her to stay until we get back."
"Is she away from danger?"
"Yes, yes, but we need to find that jet. We'll be at the eastern beachside in three minutes."
"Meet you there."
"If it's Starscream I'm gonna kill him for denting me up bad last time." The vehicle at the very back of the pack spoke up.
"Unless I get him first." The second vehicle laughed.
"Right, well first 'bot to trash up Starscream wins an energon round at the bar."
"Who pays for it?" second vehicle nudged Charger on the back bumper.
"The losers."
"Deal." The other two nameless vehicles said in unison.
We were sitting there in a silent awkwardness, I hate that. We had moved back to the tree line by the beach and we had remained here for a good half hour. Here I was being held by a giant Decepticon hand, while he was just sitting on the ground. Often times he would just stare at me, when I looked at him he would look away.
I began studying the Decepticons features as best I could in the night. I had thought the 'bot was black but moonlight revealed his colour was a deep blue. A long, crimson glass tube sat on his chest where plum purple framed it. I noticed some other purple highlights here and there but that was all I could make out so far.
I looked up to his face and caught him staring at me again.
"The names Alicia Armstrong. Don't know if I should be pleased to meet you or not."
His lip seemed to curl in disinterest, or just plain 'I don't care attitude' and he looked away.
"You don't seem to be that bad of a guy…robot."
He didn't say anything.
"So who's Megatron?"
The 'bots face whipped towards me and suddenly I was only several feet from the giants face.
"You fool! You don't know who he is?"
I shook my head, suddenly wondering if I should have said anything.
"He is the great leader of the Decepticons. His ruthless, determination and will to rule has brought him close to the destruction of the petty Autobots once and for all. After he's done with them he'll move on to ruling the entire universe and he'll probably destroy your home planet too. No use for you fleshies."
"Oh… charming." I felt a pang of fear. I don't want to meet Megatron, I want to get away from this Decepticon.
Wait.
Three black cars skid across the sandy beach, sliding as they tried to stop. My Decepticon captor stood and pulled out a really big gun. We started to disappear into the tree line. I figured this purple blue 'bot didn't want to be seen by these cars, as though he was scared or something.
So this is what I did:
I screamed.
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