Wow, two updates in a week. I must be on a roll.
Onto answering some questions and comments from our lovely guest:
To Neon: …. I actually have no idea why you said cookies. *Hears Blitzwing's voice in the distance* Und here I thought I waz ze crazy one!
To Hardy Gal: XD. That is a funny coincidence that you were rereading the chapter and then you saw the update. Btw, when of this story of yours going to be available? I want to read it…
To Guest: And I shall continue writing.
I do not own Transformers.
Day of the transformation incident~
A lone spacecraft hovers in the endless abyss of space, coordinates set for a planet where the pilot's friend is stationed at for the time being. Sitting in the driver's seat boredly sat the Cybertronian figure, using his fingers to tap a beat on the armchair. The rhythm was getting louder in his head, his body was screaming for him to play it out loud.
Setting the ship into autopilot mode, the white and black mech jumps up and press some controls. Loud, upbeat music plays as the figure shakes his chassis to the beat.
The mech can sure get down.
If the music didn't end when it did, he would have surely missed the beeping sounds coming from the ship's control panel, demanding for him to answer a transmission.
"Yo. Got mah attention." He answered with a smile, knowing who it was.
:: Yeah. Took ya less than 20 mins ta answer this time. :: Jokily spoke the other, voice also hinting sarcasm. :: So, likin' the music ah sent? ::
"Ya betcha ya aft ah do. And ta think ah'm comin' ta this planet later than planned. Heh. This species sure know how to make some impressive tunes."
:: About tha'. What took ya so long? ::
"Eh… Ah ran inta some trouble…" He remained very vague. "But everythin' is a'ight now. Nevermind meh. How's the others?"
:: Same ol' same ol'. None of 'em givin' meh any trouble, except lil' miss over here. But that's normal. Ah'm glad ah have someone ta help meh keepin' her under control. ::
"Are ya talkin' about who ah think ya are talkin' about? Tell her if she's still lookin' in tha' mirror of her's when ah get over, ah'm gonna smash it inta a wall." He chuckles as he waits for his buddy to response after a momentary silence.
:: ... Not exactly the prob'm with her. Anyway, they can't wait ta see ya again. ::
"Same. Oh, ah've been meanin' ta ask about… the heck?" Something on the monitor started to flash unexpectedly, grabbing the mech's attention.
:: What is it? ::
"Ah detected some wicked energy readings. It's close ta the rendezvous point, so ah'm gonna swing by ta investigate a bit."
:: Okay. Be careful. ::
"Ah'll try." After the transmission ended, the ship was approaching the bright, blue planet of Earth. Boy, the view of the place was beautiful. The Cybertronian whistles, taking in how magnificent it looked. Of course, personally, Cybertron was a better view before the war, but this was a close second.
Sadly, the time for viewing came to a halt when his ship was going through violent turbulence once it hits the planet's atmosphere. The cause of it's malfunction was connected to the recent 'trouble' the mech previously mentioned about. It tipped over in a speeding nosedive, heading straight for the earth.
"Woah! Dontcha give up on meh now!" No matter how hard he tried, the ship wouldn't respond to his commands. Annoying warning blares echoing his processor told him the fall was inevitable. "Scrap. Better brace for impact, this is gonna cause some dents..."
From the skies, all one would see what would appear a comet or a shooting star, which in actuality was the out of control spacecraft, plummeting down… down… down.. until… CRASH!
In a newly made crader located deep in a dense jungle, pitifully rested the ship, all battered and torn up from the impact, it's occupant in way worse condition than it was. Spark's crackling from both machines, both desperately trying to hand onto the little life they have left.
The black and white figure inside groaned painfully, unable to move from the immense pain coursing through his damaged body; Energon flowing through his severe bodily wounds like a river. If only he had enough strength to at least attempt to contact someone or at least get out. His aching chassis wouldn't let him do so. Couldn't even muster up enough strength to crawl for Primus sake.
Feeling his time before joining the Allspark shortens, the last thing the mech optics were able to see was a vivid, blinding light.
Then, all went dark.
Ooooooh. Cliffhangers
This chapter is a flashback that happens during the first chapter if anyone is confused about that.
I want to do the 'guess the mystery character game' so… There are a total of four new characters (I pretty much gave two of them away because of the accent), and if you can guess all four, I'll give ya an early sneak peak of the next chapter.
Hint Hint about one of the characters: he loves sports.
You can message me the four characters name's and I'll tell you if you got it right or wrong. Each person gets three tries each. I think that's fair…
Welp, you guys know the drill, read and review please before I send Blitzwing after ya. :3
