Chapter Two: Eventful First Day
Domi was screeching, Vela as just sitting there, and Corvin… well.
Corvin was currently performing every dance move she could remember while making loud shouts of happiness. She could say with confidence that no one on God's Green Earth was happier than her at that moment. She was in her fandom! As a Bot! And not just any bot! She looked almost exactly how she imagined herself to!
Now, Corvin was a writer. She absolutely loved it, she got all of her thoughts and ideas on a page and made a story that others could read and enjoy. But now! Now she was in the place that she fantasies! Her dream-come-true world!
Corvin couldn't hold it in and let out a happy squeal.
"NO! THIS ISN'T GOOD! THIS ISN'T GREAT! I'M A FUCKING TRANSFORMER! AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU CAR HUMMPING JERK!" Domi didn't seem to share in her happiness. She stomped and seethed and cursed to the skies. "OF ALL THE FUCKING FANDOMS! THIS HAD TO BE THE ONE!"
Corvin wiggled where she stood, bringing her hand under her chin in fists and swaying back and forth like a love-sick schoolgirl. She was sure that little hearts and stars would be sprouting around her body at this point if it were possible. Vela just sat where she landed, taking it all in slowly and at her own pace.
Domi turned on her friend. "How did this even happen?" She hissed her words out through clenched teeth, her robot teeth. Corvin shrugged her armored shoulders, not really caring HOW they got here, more of how they WERE here.
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Well you're the Transformers freak! I pretty damned sure you've read some stupid Transformers fanfics and all that other shit! You should at least have some sort of idea!" Corvin once again shrugged, her optics closed as she hummed and swayed side to side.
A sudden wave of frustration and confusion rolled over her like a wave, catching Corvin 100% off guard and causing her to stumble. She blinked as the alien emotions crawled through her. She was pretty sure she wasn't feeling those emotions, well not the frustration part. Sure she was confused, but she felt no anger at their current situation, she was rather enjoying this little dream while it lasted. But then why was she feeling this? A hot curl of alien anger clawed up to her center and she felt a tingle in the back of her shoulders. Where was this coming from?
Corvin scanned the area with cautious optics, searching for the cause of these strange feelings. All she could see were the trees at the edge of the clearing that they had landed in, and her friends. Domi was looking rather flustered, pacing back and forth muttering to herself while glaring at the surrounding foliage as if it would bite her. Vela was staring at a single spot with her optic ridges brought close to her optics.
Wait…
No…
Corvin couldn't believe it. A lopsided grin started creeping up on her face as she came to a theory of just where, or WHO, the emotions were coming from. She blocked the world out, opting to concentrate on the burning frustration and the foggy confusion that were not her own. It was strange, truly. Humans didn't have an equivalent to this, so she didn't know exactly what she was doing. She drew on her knowledge from her excessive reading of the Transformer fanfictions. At least one had to work, right? Apparently not.
'How the hell am I supposed to do this!'
"Do what Corvin?"
Oh. Well that was easier than she thought.
'Oh, nothing much, just this.' Vela looked at Corvin from where she was sitting; not really understanding what was being said to her. What exactly was Corvin trying to do?
'This'
"Oh," Vela halted her thoughts as she realized that Corvin's lips were not moving with her words, and she didn't say that question out loud. Domi looked between the duo, her curiosity dimming the frustration she felt.
"Corvin? How are you doing that?" Vela questioned her grinning friend with cautiousness. Maybe in there traverse from their home to here, Corvin gained some weird telepathic powers?
"It's called a bond." Corvin explained slowly, still not 100 percent sure with herself," It happens between sparks, and can have many different uses, conversing being one of them." Domi and Vela waited a moment for her to continue as she paused. "It can happen between siblings, bondmates, and parents to their creations. They can also be between trine mates and a few others that I can't think of at the moment." Domi looked a little apprehensive to the thought of being linked to someone, having them know your thoughts and emotions without a hint of privacy. Corvin turned to Domi, having known what she was thinking even without their bond. "You can put a block on your side of the bonds; it will prevent us from feeling and seeing what you don't wish us to." Domi relaxed.
"How do we do that?" Vela questioned, the silver femme shrugged.
"Ah' dun know" She said weirdly, which was normal. Here is the thing, Corvin was a very animated person, and often spoke strangely, whether in a foreign accent, or just omitting certain sounds. It was for comedic relief that Corvin found very effective.
Domi scoffed "Some transformers fan you are." Corvin glared up at her with venom in her gaze.
"Says the horse humper"
"Says the girl that is sexually attracted to nuts and bolts."
"They are more than just nuts and bolts, you ass."
"Nuts and bolts"
"Horses"
"Nuts And Bolts!"
"Horses!"
"NUTS AND FUCKING BOLTS, BITCH!"
"HORSE ASSES!"
The two continued to scream insults to one another, an over dramatically angry expression on each of their faces. Vela was just laughing.
"Oh, I'll kill you!" Domi yelled, clenching her fists. "I don't want to be here! I didn't ask to be a stupid robot!"
"Well you are!" Corvin sang out while bouncing on the balls of her peds. Domi scrunched up her face plates, leaning close to Corvin as she puffed out anger filled gusts of air.
"I hate you soooo much!" She growled out. Of course she never actually meant it when she said it, but she said it nonetheless.
"Tsundere" The voice of Vela called out in a whisper. Domi rounded on the cat-look-alike.
"I AM NOT A FUCKING TSUNDERE!" She screeched, marching over to the sitting cat-femme. Domi started to smack at Vela in a way that displayed her anger, but didn't actually hurt Vela. Vela was laughing too hard to form a proper defense against Domi's assault, she could only laugh, rolling onto her back and putting up her arms to hide her face from Domi's half-assed slaps. Corvin couldn't help but laugh along at the friendly banter between her two close friends. Vela's laughter was now coming out in choking snorts as Domi's hands patted over her face with little force.
Corvin moved over and wrapped her arms around her angered friend's waist before hauling her up into a bear hug.
"NO! Put me down!" Domi demanded as she struggled in her larger friend's hold. Corvin was quite stronger than she was though, and Domi was unable to escape her grip. Corvin grinned and placed a quick kiss on the angered Domi's cheek.
"Well Dom-ee-tron, even if you can't stand us, you're stuck with us." Corvin stated, swaying the black and green femme back and forth. Domi protested, Coving hugged tighter, and Vela just laughed. Corvin sat Domi back on her peds; the femme huffed and crossed her arms, glaring at the two annoyances fate had ungracefully flung into her life. She marched to the opposite side of the clearing to put some distance in-between them, lest they try and grab at her again.
But shit was about to get too real for Corvin, Domi and Vela.
Noises were heard in the distance, three pairs of optics snapped over to where it was heard from. Corvin's and Vela's audios could hear better than Domi's could, they heard voices.
"The signal is coming from over there," an unrecognizable female voice informed.
"Be cautious, we do not know whether out new arrivals are friends or foes." Another, purely male voice warned. Corvin shivered. That voice was familiar to her, where had she heard it before? It was on the tip of her tongue, but a surge of panic made the name slip away from her. Corvin looked over to Vela and Domi; with a jerk of her helm, she motioned them to move in the opposite direction of the voices. They didn't want to meet these people; they could be hostile towards them. As silently as they could, they moved through the tree line away from the voices. Corvin thanked all the good graces that all of those midnight games of Ghost in the Graveyard* paid off, all of those games required a light, silent step so your pursuers couldn't find you.
The trio didn't say a word to one another. Corvin utilized what little knowledge she had on the bonds she shared with the others to poke them in the right direction. Vela covered the front while Corvin covered the back of the group, so their superior hearing skills could alert them to where the voices came from and direct the group accordingly. Vela took a right, siding in-between a cluster of trees that Corvin was hard pressed to get through. A few branches broke on her wings, drawing a silent hiss from Corvin. Those things were sensitive.
A burning feeling rolled through their guts, tingles running rampant down their shoulders and spinal structures. Fear was a terrible feeling.
The voices were still there, yelling and commanding unseen others. "They went that way!" and "Don't let them get away!" The burn turned into a fire, and whatever the robot equivalent to adrenalin was sure to be racing through their frames. Another clearing was seen up ahead, but it was too risky to travel through. They circled to the right, staying just at the edge of the trees. Corvin looked to the side as she heard a thumping of feet, red flashed through her vision before disappearing.
'A cliff face'
Vela's voice rang through her bond, snapping her thoughts away from the flash of red. Corvin stopped her run, kicking up dirt and sticks as she came to a halt with her trine.
'What are we going to do?' Domi's voice joined the bond. Loud emotions broadcasted into Corvin's very spark from her trine mate's bonds. Their fear screamed into Corvin's audios, their fields crashed into hers. The voices came closer, and something deep and primal sprung from its housing within Corvin's mind. She turned to the voices and growled deeply, her whole chassis vibrating from the force of it.
'Up' Corvin commanded. Domi and Vela turned to the cliff face, planting their feet and servos where they could. But it was taking too long. Corvin turned quickly to them and cupped a servo around one ped of each, and with a very surprising amount of strength, flung them up the cliff.
Servos grasped the edge of the cliff and hauled up their owner's frames over the edge and onto solid ground. Corvin watched to see them go safely. Seeing as they did, she got ready to get up there, too. Crouching down, she tensed her legs slightly before leaping upwards. But her jump was halted by a large, warm servo clamping down on her left ankle. Corvin let out a screech as she fell back to the ground, her leg pulling at an awkward angle that was sure to hurt like hell when she tried to stand later. She flung her left arm backwards, her sharp talons connecting to something and ripping through. Her other arm came around with the momentum and sucker punched her assailant right in the face. A pained shout came from said assailant and the servo left her ankle as whoever it was got flung back into the trees. She didn't wait this time, the fearing calls of her trine called to her.
Something shifted and a pleasant buzzes went through her legs and down to her weird ped stabilizers before she found herself going up. Corvin's optics widened as she realized what she had done as she flew up -she flew up- to her trine. She had inadvertently activated her thrusters, which were located at the bottom of her peds. She had reached the top of the cliff before she could truly process what had just happened. Domi and Vela were there with terrified looks on their faces, and Corvin was sure she didn't look too different. She took a quick look to where the person had grabbed her left ankle to see a series of dents in the silver and blue metal that looked disturbingly like a handprint.
The voices yelled from the bottom of the cliff, the sounds of climbing could be heard along with them. Corvin glanced up at her trine and stood quickly, hissing as her strained left leg roared with pain. Domi and Vela followed her example, retaking their positions. They proceeded with their previous fast pace, Corvin ignoring her limp as her leg responded sluggishly compared to her other. The trees were farther apart here, and large rocks were frequent. The voices disappeared in the distance, but they didn't stop. Corvin was having it tough with the terrain, her larger form couldn't fit through the trees and rocks like her trine mates could and she often had to go a longer way.
Her vents heaved, desperately trying to cool her heated frame. Domi looked tired; scratches were frequently seen tarnishing her pretty paint job. Vela didn't look much different, her tiny frame made it so she had to jump higher and run faster than her companions to keep up. They needed to stop and rest, but the fear of being caught by their pursuers drove them onwards. But nature decided that they had had enough.
A tragic misstep caused Corvin to topple over, and down the hill they had been climbing.
Corvin let out a shout as she fell, tumbling to her side and down the hill. Her heavy frame uprooted trees as she rammed into them, pulling them out to flow behind her in her destructive tumble. Up above, her trine followed her downward in a frantic pace, looks of panic on their faces. Domi's momentum caused her to fall forward and tumble along, Vela soon joined the bandwagon. Corvin screeched out strings of curses as her sensitive wings were harshly acquainted with the ground and rocks below her. But an evilly placed rock was what finally got to her.
With a harsh, painful crack, her already damaged left leg hit the evil rock, and popped right out of its socket. A high, ear-bleeding screech ripped past Corvin's lips and startled all of the bird within a mile radius to take off of their perches and fly in the opposite direction. Finally her tumble came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, Domi and Vela came to a crashing stop not long after.
Corvin cried out in pain, the flow of curses hindered by her hiccuping sobs of pain as she tried to get up, her leg lying unresponsive to her commands. Glowing blue liquid streamed out of the hip area, going through seams and dripping to the ground..
"My leg! Fuckingsonofabitch, Oh my GOD, MY LEG!" She wailed out, clutching thigh plates hard enough to dent. Domi moved from where she had come to a stop, looking worse for wear. Deep dents and long shallow scratches littered her frame from her tumble. Vela crawled over, her tail bent at an awkward angle in two places, her armor dented and her visor shattered.
"Oh my goodness, Corvin!" Domi was freaking out, her large green optics shining with coolant. Vela was venting deeply as she looked at Corvin, cradling her tail. It was never good to see Corvin cry.
Corvin breathed deeply, trying desperately to stop the water works. Slowly, she calmed down and the tears subsided, leaving her choking back her sobs of pain. Her leg fucking hurt, as did her wings, which were cut up and dented. And to add insult to injury, the voices came back.
"Over there!" Corvin looked up.
"You guys gotta run!" She demanded, she couldn't move, but she sure as hell wasn't letting them get caught just because of her. Fear bubbled deep within her, and somewhere in her she secretly wished that they would stay. But she knew that she couldn't let them. "GO!" She screamed over the bond as well as out loud. They were too stunned to argue, with a pain filled look thrown over their shoulders, they ran. Corvin vented deeply, hoping and praying that they would get away safely.
The voices came closer still.
She had to get out of sight. Looking around desperately, she spotted a pile of logs that had come crashing down with her. Sitting up fully, she slowly turned her frame in the direction of the pile of lumber. Screams of pain threatened to escape the jail her lips provided with each movement as she used her arm to drag her frame backwards to the pile. Her left leg left deep gouges in the earth as she moved, energon made small lakes in the deepest of craters. She finally made it to the logs. Wedging herself into the side of the hill, she lifted logs up and over her frame, covering her completely. Before she could cover herself fully though, she took note to the obvious trail that she had left behind. She couldn't leave that there. Grabbing a large branch (well, to her it was small, to humans it was very large) she covered all of the gouges that she could reach, moving a bit of energon mud over them, or just moving it over the lines to create misdirection.
She was now confident that her trail was covered. She scooped up some of her fallen energon into her servo and flung it in every which way, creating even more misdirection. She then covered herself up with the last few logs and even some foliage. She was now successfully hidden. Just on time, too. For the voices had finally reached her location.
"Whoa, what happened here?" A deep male voice questioned. Well, doesn't he sound the brightest? It was mean of her, but she was mad.
"I don't know a fight perhaps?" A female voice answered the male's inquiry. Oh yes, there was a fight, and Mother Nature likes to fight dirty.
"Whatever did happen here happened only a short while ago, we must remain cautious." A new voice rang through Corvin's audios. Her optics rolled back dramatically. Oh my goodness, I could just fuck that voice! Rich and deep, the mech's voice rolled through her damaged frame like a wave of steam. The voice was so familiar, where had she heard it before? Again the answer sat at the tip of her tongue but didn't seem to want to be flung off.
"Energon readings are every direction; I can't get a direct heading." The female voice came out again. Ped steps moved close to her hiding spot and Corvin tensed.
"Hm, can you tell how many of them there is?" the first mech voice asked.
"No, whomever they are, they traveled in a group and I couldn't distinguish how many there were."
"Didn't you get a visual?" The first mech asked one of them.
"I did," Oh, Mr. Sexy, "I was only able to see one fully, but I do believe that there is at least two other with her."
"Her?"
"Yes, the one I engaged was a femme as far as I could see," engaged?
"Engaged?" Apparently the femme was a mind reader…
"Yes, I engaged in a short tussle with the femme as she was attempting to scale the cliff face." No… "I was able to grab her ankle and halt her jump, but was met with strikes to the face." Corvin decided that she didn't like this mech anymore.
"I was wondering where you got those scratches from," the first mech put out.
"I do believe that the femme is a seeker."
"Con?" The femme asked with a touch of malice.
"I did not see any marks," no-longer-Mr. Sexy replied. Silence rang for a moment before the first mech broke it.
"So, what now Prime?" Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back the semi-truck up! Prime? The name that had been resting on the tip of her tongue finally sprung forth.
Optimus Prime
Optimus-fucking-Prime
It took every ounce and milligram of Corvin's control to not squeal. She was hard-pressed not to, because, well, Optimus! She was less than ten feet away from the mech she would gladly bear children from. Well, that would depend on which universe she was in. Corvin defiantly wouldn't want to get with Nemesis Prime from the Shattered Glass universe. A shudder passed through her frame at the thought as Corvin calmed her raging, hormonal inner-fan girl down; she didn't want to pop out of her hiding place only to be greeted by the Shattered Glass version of Optimus. Nope, neither in this life nor the next.
"We have lost the signal; we must return to base and keep an optic on the monitors for when they show up again." The Prime informed. "Ratchet, we are in need of a ground bridge" A swooshing sound was heard not a moment later with the sound of retreating ped steps. Then there was silence.
Corvin vented deeply, letting her fans work hard to cool her overheated frame. She hadn't been caught, she remained alive. Corvin let out a laugh, but quickly cut that off as pain shot up her leg. Cursing under her breath, she started to remove the logs and other plants that she had piled up over her for cover. She was almost completely uncovered when her bond roared.
With a startled 'Holy shit!', Corvin dropped the log she was holding onto her hurt leg.
"Mother fuckin-"she screamed wordlessly through clenched teeth as she grasped her leg. She poked the bond hard, sending the two who had practically fuckin screamed in her ear reeling back.
'I'm fine, I wasn't caught' relief and stress flowed like a dam breaking to her side of the bond. She sighed as she sensed her trine mates returning to her position. Leaning back against the rocky edge that she had wedged herself partially under, Corvin closed her optics and rested, awaiting the arrival of her trine.
It didn't take them too long, about five minutes if the little box on the side of her vision had anything correct to say. The little box also stated that her energon levels were at 50% and that her left leg was in critical condition and to see a medic ASAP. Well she could have guessed that.
Twin sets of peds thumped into her hearing range. Corvin glanced over to see flashes of emerald green and deep purple through the trees. She smiled to herself, tired after her eventful day. Many things went by quickly after that. She remembered balancing on one leg as her trine dragged her to a cave they had found. She also noted hazily that Domi's pointer finger transformed into a tiny welder, which she used to close up her wounds. It was sloppy job, but Domi's reputation as a secret perfectionist and an artist paid off, as her servos didn't shake as she welded her injuries cleanly shut.
It took all three of them to pop her leg back into place, oh the pain. Nothing could be done for the dents on their frames, all they could do was hope that they would pop out eventually with time.
Now Corvin sat at the entrance to the cave, she had taken the first watch shift, claiming she wasn't tired yet. She wasn't lying; her mind was far too keyed up from the day to go to sleep just yet.
They were in one of the Transformers universes, and it was up to her-the resident Transformers fan- to find out which one. She couldn't tell just yet, just hearing their voices didn't help her much. But they did have ground bridges, which ruled out a few. Also, Prime's voice ruled out Armada and Animated. Corvin sighed, deciding to think on it later. Looking down at her injured leg she inspected it a bit more.
A slightly dirty white cloth that they had randomly found was wrapped around her large silver and blue thigh, keeping her from getting an infection or hurting herself further. The cloths' end trailed down the outside of her leg and rested next to her knee. The servo shaped dent on her ankle was still prominent, the metal darker around it in a robot version of a bruise. Scrapes on her paint were everywhere and small amounts of dried energon crystallizing on the metal.
Corvin sighed tiredly once again, her mind finally calming down as Domi came over and relieved her of her shift. Hopping over next to Vela, Corvin lay down and curled around the sleeping cat-femme.
With a few deep calming ventilations, Corvin powered down and fell into recharge for the night.
(AN
*Ghost in the Graveyard is like an advanced Hide and Seek that is played throughout a neighborhood in the dead of night. People split into groups of 2 and hide within the neighborhood boundaries, these are the Ghosts. One group of people (ranging between 2-4) are the seekers and they either go together or separate to find the others. When a Ghost is found, they either go back to the house (the house of whomever you decide) or help seek. What's fun is the Ghosts get to move around as much as they'd like, and since it is night time, you have to be super quiet to not be seen.
Into the 2nd chapter of my rewrite! All is going good so far XD
Till all are one!
