Kit was adjusting her gloves as she moved towards her F-18. Wild Card came up beside her as he walked towards his own F-18. They had been competition ever since their training days, well at least from his point of view. She didn't care if she was the ultimate best and everyone knew it, all she cared about was that she knew that she would survive in a dog fight. She didn't need the fame that Wild Card wanted. He had that trademark shit eating grin on his face and she wanted nothing more than to wipe it off of his face. The male pilot was too cocky for his own good. He was always doing what ever he could to get back at her or make her look bad in front of their flight commander. Thankfully the man knew her well enough not to believe what Wild Card said. That's how he got that name because he was to much of a liability in battle never knowing when he'd be there or not be there. Shaking her head she set her mind to other matters.

"Ready to get your ass handed to you, Kit?"

She rolled her eyes in annoyance at him. Looking over her shoulder she saw their flight commander coming towards them. Confusion washed over her at this. He never came down to see them off. She stopped but Wild Card kept moving. The older man stopped right in front of her and she brought up her hand in a salute. He mimicked the gesture and put his hand down. Kit stood at attention.

"At ease," he said.

"Permission to speak sir?"

"Granted."

"What brings the Commander down to the flight deck?"

"Once you get through this mock battle I wish to have a few words with you."

"Yes, sir," she said saluting again.

"Dismissed and good luck up there Obsidian."

She smiled over her shoulder as she headed towards her jet. Wild Card was already ready to take off. Sighing in annoyance again she climbed up the latter to her cockpit. Looking over her shoulder the jet he was still sitting there. Kit wondered if he would ever show his true colors to her. That brought her thoughts back to the dream she had last night. She had been in the city when the robots fought against the other ones. She had seen the large evil one in her dream take on the red and blue one till the kid had stuck the block or what ever it was into the bigger ones chest. What shook her though was the thought of that big scary one coming back into action. Rubbing the bridge of her nose she tried to focus on what the crewmen were trying to tell her.

"Are you ready Obsidian?" the man closest to her asked.

She gave them thumbs up. They nodded and her jet was pulled forward and hauled towards the end of the flight deck. Wild Card had already been launched and so did their other wingman. With Wild Card on the loose another pilot had to be up in the air to help out when necessary. While they hooked her F-18 up to the launching pad she checked her gauges over to make sure everything was in working order as she was taught when in training. Once everything was all green she signaled the crew. The crew man directed her to launch. She felt the familiar rush as she was slammed against the seat of her jet as it shot forward. There was a certain thrill about being thrown forward in her plane as the engines roared to life and propelled her forward toward the edge of the deck. The thrusters pulsed as they shot her skyward. At times like this she felt free. No worried caught up with her as she raced through and around the clouds. Her happiness at being among the clouds vanished when she heard Wild Card yell at her.

"Obsidian get your ass in gear I want to wipe the skies with you."

"You're to aggressive Wild Card," came her calm reply.

"I'm going to be better than you and Storm Chaser combined."

"The day that happens Satan will definitely be breaking out those warm mittens your mother made for him because hell just froze over."

She fought back a chuckle as she heard a snarl of rage and a promise for payback. Her comments like that were never meant but lately Wild Card had been getting more and more aggressive to the point he had been thrown in the brig several times for fighting. A time or two he had gone strait for her but others had stopped him especially Storm Chaser. The older man had been like the brother she had lost in the raid against the base in Qatar. It had been five years since then but it still flared up every now and then. They had met on the U.S.S. Jackson actually. They had literally ran into each other a year ago and had become fast friends. Storm Chaser had pushed her to her limits every time they went up until he got a promotion that prevented him from doing the practices they took. Now she was stuck with Wild Card and it was getting annoying. Getting her head back into the game she saw Wild Card head strait for her.

"Predictable," she groused to herself.

To avoid his chance to lock on her she barrel rolled into a grouping of clouds.

"You think you can hide?" he snarled over the com system.

"Wild Card you're such a fool. You're bullying ways are going to get you killed."

"What do you know lap dog," he snarled.

She saw red figuratively at that comment. Rage started to shake her but a year with Storm Chaser had taught her something on controlling her anger. With a few ragged breaths she managed to calm herself down.

"All right you two, stop fighting," they heard the judge say. "You will commence this battle in three… two… one…"

Neither waited and launched forward. Skills were matched and finally Wild Card made a mistake and she got a lock on him finally ending this pathetic training session. They both headed back to the carrier ship. Wild Card went first and then she landed second. Sighing heavily as her jet was pushed back into its place beside the transformer. The enraged pilot was waiting for her. Taking off her helmet she descended from the cockpit and landed gracefully on the ground. Turning she was heading past the transformer when Wild Card confronted her. Without warning his fist connected with her jaw. Her head snapped to the side. There was a triumphant smirk on his face as she slowly turned to face him. Reaching up she brushed the blood from her busted lip and looked at it before turning her hateful gaze upon him.

"You're weak lap dog," he snarled.

"I don't know what you have against me Wild Card but I am no one's lap dog."

She turned her back on him and proceeded to head towards the commander's office. If she had turned she would have seen one of the other pilots slug that smirk off his face.

Kit sighed in annoyance as she waited for her Commander to have time for her. She knocked on the door.

"Come in."

She came in and stood before her commander in attention.

"At ease," he said as he gestured for her to sit.

With a sigh she sat down and put her helmet on her lap. The older man's hair was streaked with a steely gray and wrinkles lined his face probably due to the stress that Wild Card placed upon him.

"You wished to speak with me sir?" she asked calmly.

"I have heard rumors that you've been speaking to the jet that has no pilot beside yours."

She didn't know what to say to that exactly.

"I take it you know what that jet is sir?"

"I know exactly what it was the moment that it landed upon the carrier deck. However, orders from the secretary of defense told us not to attack unless fired upon."

"Can you tell me…"

"That's classified Obsidian."

Kit nodded in understanding. She rose to leave. "However if you manage to get that Decepticon, as his kind are called to open up I have no reason to dispose of him. Someone in the government thinks they can be reformed if given the proper care."

"They have a lot of faith that someone can help something that has been in darkness for a lot longer than I have been alive or any of them combined."

"That maybe true, but I don't want you to get hurt Kit. If he proves to be a threat then don't hesitate to tell me and we'll get rid of him."

She didn't know why but she didn't think that he would attack anytime soon. Had he wanted to destroy them all he would have had to do is transform and destroy the ship with a few swings. Some part of her wondered why he had been hiding out so long in the presence of so many humans when his objective had been to destroy the human race. She had witnessed the battles that went on against the two warring robot clans. Not all of them had been destroyed she was sure of that fact if this one was still alive.

"Does he have a name?" she asked as she stopped in the doorway.

"I don't know, maybe you'll find out. You are dismissed."

She nodded her head before leaving the commander's office and headed back to her room.

A/N: I hope that answered some of the questions for you, D. Mischief. I can't exactly clear up all your questions because some of the information is for later chapters.

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