Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers sadly enough.

A/N: You know I'm truly surprised at all the feed back that I've gotten thus far. Normally it takes a long time for me to get at least half of the reviews I get or a lot of chapters. I'm really impressed even if most people don't review what I've written. Now a bunch of you had a few questions for me so I'll take the time to answer them before we get on with the next chapter. I also had people ask me if it was a robot/human pairing thing… Sorry guys and gals… it's a friendship deal to this one…

Little-Yellow-Box

Q: i liked this twas a cool chapter. keep up da good work. howsdda jet get on the boat with no piolet in da first place wouldent some one have noticed the pioletsless ness?

A: To answer that for you is simple. They knew it was just the fact that they were told not to engage Starscream unless he attacked first that kind of deal. Starscream hasn't attacked so no need to attack. Also someone asked what happened to Starscream in the end sequence of the movie where he's jetting off into outer space. What happened will be revealed later when Kit eventually gets to talk with Starscream.

rikku92

Q: whoot!! i love transformers this is a very very good chapter!! and story! but just wondering...does she know sam?...hm i guess ull have to update so i cna find out! lol great job keep up the work

A: Okay no she doesn't know Sam at least not yet. She will eventually meet him.

I also received a question about the dream Kit had. I'll tell you that it will be explained later when she comes to know Starscream really well. And I'd like to thank those of you that have reviewed. Truthfully I expected people not to like this and many of you have commented on how original this idea is and that you like it a lot. I look forward to more feed back and hope that other people that haven't reviewed yet and have read it will review to give more feed back.

-Black Shadow Fox Shaman-

Chapter 3

Kit was sitting on her bed again looking down at her hands. She had beaten Wild Card yet again. It never failed that he would get angry at her calm attitude and fail. It was always the same fighting Wild Card. She longed to go back to going up against Storm Chaser and his navigator Mallard. She never understood why the man was called that but she shrugged anyway. A soft knock on her door made her look up. Only two people came to visit her after her battles with Wild Card.

"Can we come in Obsidian?" she heard Storm Chaser ask.

"Sure, Storm."

The two came in. Storm Chaser sat down on the bed beside her and Mallard took up his normal seat at her small desk. Her desk was littered with notebooks and writing utensils. Her sketch book lay open a handsome man that neither of them had seen before looked back and the could almost distinguished the emotions flickering through the eyes of the still portrait. It was like the man knew something they didn't. On her tack board above her desk was another sketch of the Decepticon insignia. On a small shelf beside that lay a full tang katana hand crafted in Japan. Storm Chaser had gotten her that on his leave in Japan. Kit had an odd fascination with the swords of ancient cultures. Beside that was a picture of three kids and an older man with a graying beard, and another picture was of a solider standing on a bridge. He was in full gear and smiling. A black ribbon was wrapped around the upper corners of the picture. Kit sighed sadly knowing that today was the 5 year anniversary for her eldest brother's death. Shaking her head she turned to her companions.

Mallard was shorter than Storm Chaser by a few inches, but both towered over her. Sometimes she swore the two of them were twins except their eyes were a different color. Storm Chaser had baby blue eyes and Mallard had a deep green color to his eyes. She guessed that was how he got the call sign. Or it could have been the fact that it was the man's last name. Their eyes became concerned when they saw the bruise forming on her cheek. She fought the urge to roll her eyes at the looks they shared. They had their own body language and it got on her nerves at times. They always shared that particular look when something bad had happened to her. Every time they did that she wanted to beat the crap out of them. Though on the flip side, she had to consider in a way it was kind of endearing, since her older brother had been in the army since he graduated and never had the time to protect her like that growing up.

"Did Wild Card hit you again?" Storm Chaser demanded.

The words were left unspoken because the answer to that question was clear enough. No one on this carrier would dare hit her and think that they could get away with it. She was sure that if her brother had survived the attack in Qatar five years ago that things would have been different.

"He isn't worth your time Storm Chaser."

"We will do something about this," Mallard suggested.

"No, I'll take care of it when the time comes."

"When's that going to be?" Storm Chaser demanded. "When he beats the crap out of you and no one is going to be there to help you?"

Again, she fought the urge to roll her eyes. There was always a line that these two tried to cross every time this conversation came up. One time she go so mad at them she hit them both and didn't speak with them for two weeks.

"As endearing as your concern is the both of you I'm not a little girl you know. I can take care of myself."

"Obsidian…" Storm Chaser began.

"No, I'm old enough to take care of myself. Storm Chaser you know me if I wanted to beat the crap out of him I would. I'm biding my time."

"For what?"

"I don't know exactly but I am biding my time and Wild Card will get what's coming to him for all of his cruelties."

The older men looked at her in shock. There was so much wisdom locked away in those deep eyes of hers. They looked back and forth between each other wondering just what had over come the girl in such a short time. It was like she knew that someone out there was watching over her. There was something they couldn't describe in her eyes shining as brightly as the noon day sun, what ever it had been vanished as quickly as it had come. Kit blinked owlishly for a moment and looked at the two of them in confusion.

"Can't you for once trust me?" she asked the two in a pleading voice.

She was trying to withhold the confusion that she had felt for those brief seconds.

"We trust you Obsidian but Wild Card is another story."

"Obviously," she said in a snotty tone.

The both of them smirked at her. That was the old fire that the both of them knew was buried deep down within her. Suddenly there was a knock on her door.

"Come in," she said.

A many fully decked in military gear approached her and saluted her. The three of them returned the gesture.

"Report," Storm Chaser said.

"Sir, the Commander need your team to go check out some unidentifieds that have entered our air space. They are not responding. Do not open fire unless fired upon."

All three nodded before leaving the room. Kit shut the door behind her and for once was glad that she still had her flight suit on. Their team consisted of Wild Card, Storm Chaser, Mallard, and herself. They worked relatively well.

It didn't take long before the team was in the air flying towards where the intruders. When they encountered them they didn't expect the three smaller crafts. They were smaller and faster but the bigger planes had more fire power. Storm Chaser was the highest ranking officer so he tried to make contact but yet again a failed response. Wild Card broke from the formation and vanished into the gathering clouds. Just then two more appeared. Kit heard Storm Chaser curse over the link and demanding that Wild Card come back. As they were distracted long enough two of the five planes started to fire on the US planes. Kit and separated and began to fire upon the smaller planes. The F-18 was thrown into a barrel roll to avoid an enemy missile. They kept going for her instead of the other two. She tried her hardest and Storm Chaser was trying to get to her but she was on her own. Fear gripped her like nothing else and she tried to avoid being shot down or out right killed.

Kit saw something silver streak past her and followed the two planes into the clouds. A loud explosion rocked and then another. The silver jet streaked from the clouds and headed for the other three. Kit didn't see Storm Chaser anywhere. To her shock the Decepticon logo stood out. Looking back to where the silver jet had been she watched in fascination as the jet transformed and landed on one of the smaller planes and tore a hole in the wings causing it to explode. The transformer leapt from the falling pieces and changed and went for the other two. He caught up easily and ripped the two apart before changing back and jetting off.

"Obsidian?!" Storm Chaser shouted. "Have you seen Wild Card?"

"That wasn't Wild Card," she muttered.

Her heart was racing and a goofy smirk graced her features. She knew that she had been right about the jet. Before he had jetted off she could have sworn he looked in her direction and then shifted. Hope flared in her heart as she watched the jet stream the plane left fade away. Wild Card rejoined them and they returned to the U.S.S. Jackson. Wild Card was reprimanded as soon as they landed back on the deck of the carrier. When asked what happened no one was able to say exactly what had happened. Kit never divulged what she knew until the rest of the group filed out leaving her and the Commander standing in his room.

"So did Wild Card take out all five…"

She snorted at the thought.

"No, it was him."

"Him?" the older man asked.

"The jet," she said softly. "He saved us."

"The jet… Well all be…"

The older man a wonder filled look in his eyes. He was told that the Decepticons were a ruthless group and would stop at nothing to enslave humanity. There must be something about Kit that made the ruthless creature that the jet was made out to be protect her. Shrugging his shoulder he dismissed her.

Kit retreated to her room laid down on her bed and easily found sleep.