Thank you my lovely reviewers! Your reviews mean a lot to me and are the leading cause for faster updates! This is now in 1st person POV, so tell me what you think of the change. Also, the prankster twins are in G-1 form of Lamborghinis and not the Corvette Stingray like in the second…and Sunstreaker is here. Yeah, I prefer those cars. I will be mixing other personality aspects from the original series, though I am following the movies.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or anything else you may recognize. I don't know who currently owns the rights to Transformers since I am using multiple versions for some things. Either way…Enjoy!
Stepping on the boat to go back to the mainland left an unusual feeling in my stomach. I had gotten a taste of a place not my own and I kinda liked it. I was nervous that I may have not nailed it; the interview was kind of weird. Being asked about cars and to get up onto something was unusual. I looked at my 'competition' and felt safe in my actions. I thought I did well overall.
When we got to the mainland I hopped on my lovely sleek motorcycle. It was a deep purple with sparkles and had an awesome deep sound coming from the pipes. I drove home to my little apartment, weaving in and out of the cars on the streets casually. I pulled in the parking lot and cut the engine. When I pulled the helmet off my head and started fixing my hair my cellphone rang. I glanced at the Caller ID and saw that it was a number I didn't recognize.
"Hello?" I said after picking up the phone.
"Hello, is this Electra Michaels?" A voice on the line said. It seemed to be the man Lennox from earlier today.
"Yes." I said, waiting to hear what he had to say.
"I am happy to inform you that you are hired." He said and I smiled to no one in particular, just happy.
"Seriously? When do I start?" I said, trying to shake the surreal feeling that had come over me.
"Yes, I am serious. You are scheduled to start in a week. You will need to sign some clearance paperwork before then, stating that everything you see on base will not be spoken about outside of it and other similar things. You will be living on base in your own place which contains of a bedroom and bathroom with a small living room. For meals you will have to go to the mess hall with the rest of our team. Meals, residency, cellphone, and furniture are included in your job." He stated.
I felt a rush of emotions come over me. I was a little scared about having to sign paperwork of high security, but I was also excited to see the reason behind it. I wanted to see why the base looked like it was another world in and of itself.
"A week? Ok, I will be ready to go in a week. Thank you!" I said happily. After some quick good byes I hung up and finally got off my bike before twirling around and doing a little 'happy' dance. What can I say, I was happy.
I walked quickly up to my small apartment and unlocked my door before walking in. I started walking through and grabbing all my personal possessions to pack, saving essentials until I moved. It would suck to have packed up all my clothes days ahead of time. I had some calls to make and objects to sell, before minimizing everything to two duffle bags I owned and could fit on my bike. It was a lot to do in a week, but I thought I could manage it.
One Week Later
I grabbed my two packs of clothes and possessions, a smaller one for my personal medical supplies in case of emergencies even, and walked out the front door of my now empty apartment. I went down and dropped the key off to the landlord and started strapping my bags onto the back, it really looked like a nightmare. Once everything was secure I tied my hair back in a wrap and put my helmet on before straddling my bike and starting it up.
I weaved in and out of traffic casually as I got closer and closer to the pick-up area. My leather vest pocket had my clearance paperwork as my jeans pockets contained my wallet and cellphone. I stopped at a red light and looked at my small watch on my wrist, 10 minutes until the scheduled departure and I only needed 5. The light turned green and I pulled on the gas and went forward. A few minutes later I showed up at the military check point to get on the ferry to Diego Garcia. I pulled my paperwork out and showed it to the guard who waved me through after a call to someone.
I pulled onto the ferry and cut my engine. It was a 10 minute trip to the island, plenty of time for me to feel sick to my stomach from nerves. I grabbed my M&Ms and started eating them, I had a chocolate obsession and what better time to feed it than when I was nervous. I slowly ate them, enjoying the chocolate melting in my mouth as the imposing island got closer and closer.
Before I knew it I was starting my engine back up and driving off the ferry. Lennox waved me over to a hangar where the cars from the previous week were.
"Hello Electra, I trust your week was fine?" He asked politely.
I nodded, "Yes sir, just nervous about starting here."
He smiled, "Well, that's understandable. Ready to see why this is all so secret?" He asked.
"No. Not really." I said…what? I was being honest.
Lennox laughed, "Well, you are going to see anyway. Just before you do…remember they are friendlies." With that final disturbing warning my world changed. Grinding gears and moving metal revealed huge ass robot guys. I stared up in awe.
"Damn you guys are big" I said…not the most literate thing, but that is what was going through my head.
A few of them chuckled…kinda…can a robot chuckle? Well, these ones do. "Only to your people." One of them said.
"What are you guys exactly?" I said…they were way too advanced to be man-made.
"We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms, but you can call us Autobots for short. We come from a planet named Cybertron." Here the large blue and flamed boy began a projection. "Long ago there was the All-Spark, the cube granted life to our people. Sadly, not all of us wanted to use it for good. Megatron started a war to try and rule our planet and following him were the Decepticons. The Autobots followed them here with the All-Spark and our war continues. The All-Spark was destroyed with Megatron, but the war rages on, on your planet." He said….with tons of awesome projections in the mix.
"War. Huge robot guys. Life-giving cube. Dead bad guy. Got it." I said. Well, at least I understood what was happening, even if I didn't say it gracefully.
"Da chick amuses me. She's cool shit." A silver robot said with a smile on his face. I smiled at him.
"For your information we are referred to as mechs, not guys as you put it." The yellow one with red stripes said. Like I knew what to call huge robot mechs…see, I got the name right.
"Sorry, new to this and I have yet to learn the 'glamorous' terminology." I said…ok, maybe being a bit of a smart ass. The silver one laughed.
"Anyway, Electra, you will be working along-side Ratchet." Lennox said and motioned to the one who I was being a smart ass to, the rest quickly muttering their names. I looked over to Ratchet and looked up to his face.
"So do you like to use ratchets?" I asked him, what? It was a legitimate question.
"Nah, he likes to throw wrenches. Mostly at da Lamborghini twins. Oh, and be menacin' wit da band saw." Jazz said, causing the twins behind him to nod in agreement. Ratchet glared at them, if he could shoot lasers out of his eyes, they would be dead. Maybe he could…how are they still alive?
"So why is his name Ratchet and not Wrenches?" I said…it seemed to make sense. Ratchet began glaring at me. I should really stop annoying my new co-worker who was a giant robot.
"Eep!" I said...or squeaked, resisted running. It may have just been I was too afraid to move.
"You are a brave squishy….you may prove to be amusing yet." Sunstreaker said, causing all the others Autobots to look at him strangely. Apparently him being nice to me was odd, oh well.
"Electra you should go unpack so you can start your training tomorrow." Optimus Prime said.
I nodded, "Ok, you're the man…bot…..dude….mech…thing…Yeah, I will go unpack now. Can someone point me in the right directions?" I said causing Optimus to laugh softly, see, I knew he had to have a sense of humor under the initial perfect leader mask.
Ratchet stepped forward, "You will be staying near the Med bay by me, so if you just climb onto my hand we can get there faster." He said and placed his hand flat on the ground for me to climb on. I pulled my bags with me on his hand and crawled up and sat down leaning against one of his fingers with my legs hanging over the edge of his hand. He lifted me into the air and began walking as I began waving goodbye to everyone, though few actually cared. I shrugged and hung on for the ride.
"So….no one really fully explained my job here." I said trying to start a conversation. Ratchet looked at me to the best of his ability while walking as I looked up at his face.
"You are to be helping me with repairing the humans here when needed and learning how to work on the Autobots in case I am unable to for any reason." Ratchet stated.
"Cool, cool. So you are going to teach me how to work on the Autobots?" I asked and Ratchet nodded in response.
"Yes, you will likely get plenty of practice with the Pitt-spawned Lamborghini twins." I giggled softly at the name causing him to look amused. Ok, so maybe we weren't going to clash heads to much. The grumpy man, er, mech, had a sense of humor on some level. Wait a minute…he was also serious.
"You don't like the twins much?" I asked, trying to learn about the mechs I would be living with.
"They are always causing trouble with their pranking and are always getting injured. I swear one of these days I really will deactivate them." He grumbled and I chuckled.
"I bet under all that hate and anger there is love for them." I said while laughing and smiling at him. I think I may have seen his lips twitch upwards, but that may have been wishful thinking.
"Hardly. And here is your room, right across the Med Bay." Ratchet said and set me down in front my door and slid my bags off of his hands.
"Thank you for the free ride, when will we start?" I asked picking up my bags.
"You will start at 8am sharp. Now go and get situated." He said and hit the black button to open the Med Bay doors before pulling his hand back, "Paint…great…those slagging…" He looked over to me after looking at his now black hand. "Get comfortable and please ignore any cries of pain you may or may not here." He said while reaching around the corner with his clean hand grabbing a wrench from his work table before walking away as he tossed it lightly in his hand.
I waited to hear the pitiful cries, which didn't take long.
"Ratchet, we can explain."
"We thought it would be funny."
"Which it was."
"Completely." The twins said in a rush before a loud clang was heard.
"I am dismantling you two and selling your parts on eBay!" Ratchet yelled with another loud clang.
"Ratchet, come one, take a joke!"
"Yeah, take the stick out of your tail pipe!"
"Ow, is your mainframe fragged?" The twins said amidst loud bangs.
"I'll show you fragged you pieces of scrap metal!" Ratchet yelled with many loud bangs following.
I laughed and opened the door when I heard a band saw start up and walked into my bland new room, everything was military issue. It actually looked closer to a studio apartment, minus the kitchen area. I tossed my bags on the floor and fell back on my full size bed that had bland brown bedding on it. I wiggled on it, for a military issue bed it was actually quite comfy.
I laid staring at the ceiling for a few minute and listening to the twins scream and Ratchet do an evil laugh, I wasn't sure if I should be amused or scared. The guy had a sense of humor…it was just very, very twisted. At least my new life would be interesting with them around. It became quiet and I assume someone (likely Optimus), had stopped Ratchet.
I finally slid off the bed onto the floor lazily before getting up and walking over to my bags. I sat my medical bag aside and pulled the one with all my clothes and started putting them away. I grabbed a chocolate bar and placed a chunk on my tongue to melt as I put everything away. When my lost article of clothing was put away, I pulled out my personal possessions and opened the bag.
Inside were many small things that I held dear…or that I just liked. I pulled out my laptop and set it down on the bed for later before grabbing some pictures from my childhood with family and friends. I placed the scattered around the room before grabbing a new bed set that I brought that was decorated with medical things, blue being its main color. I grabbed out a few more trinkets to scatter around before putting both bags in the closet. Happy with my personalization's of the room I walked out and over the Med Bay to see where I would be working. I opened the small human door next to the huge one and walked in. The first thing I noticed was the prankster twins were sitting on huge metal beds as Ratchet repaired them, presumably from the injuries he caused.
"Hi guys!" I said and they looked over to me.
"Hello Electra, getting settled?" Ratchet asked as he wacked Sunstreaker upset the head for pulling away as he worked on his arm with him screaming, 'my paint!'
"I just finished unpacking. How much damage did you do?" I asked I looked them over; there were plenty of scratches and tiny dents but nothing extreme. Looks like most of the actions were for show…or fear.
"I didn't do anything they didn't deserve. It's just paint work mostly, if Sunstreaker would stop freaking out when I give him another scratch from fixing dents. Stay still you slagger!" Ratchet said and then smacked Sunstreaker again. It was actually quite amusing.
"Can I help at all?" I asked, figuring if I was painting in one shade I could manage it. Ratchet glanced at me before picking me up and placing me on the table with a huge bucket of paint and a human sized brush.
"You can just paint over the scratches. I will handle the larger ones after I am done with the dents. Then we can move onto Sideswipe." Ratchet said as he refocused on his task. See, he did care. Ratchet smacked Sunstreaker for moving again, ok, he didn't care tons. But he did care.
"No prob." I said.
"No, don't let Fleshy touch me!" Sunstreaker screeched, man, this mech had problems.
"Deal Sunshine. I am Electra, not fleshy. So shut up, sit back, and let me work. If you complain too much I will leave the scratches and start painting stupid symbols on you." I said causing him to glare at me.
"Don't call me Sunshine." He said. I smiled and painted scratches.
"Then don't call me Fleshy or Squishy." I said and just painted more. He sighed and shut up…well, lowered his grumbling anyway.
Ratchet was chuckling softly, "This should be very interesting." He said, I am assuming to me working with them.
"Electra, you are awesome. Shutting up Sunny and threatening to destroy his paint more than it already is. It's great." Sideswipe said with a laugh, earning a scowl from Sunstreaker. I laughed and continued my work. As long as it was a single shade with no details I could pull off painting, but then again, so could a 5 year old.
A few hours passed of painting and swearing before both of the twins were looking like new.
"I would say 'Thanks' doc-bot, but you caused this." Sideswipe said before walking out of the bay. Sunstreaker was looking over himself carefully.
"Yeah, I am still the best looking bot around." He said before walking out as well. Ratchet just shook his head and picked up the paint buckets.
I looked down at myself, "I look lovely in yellow and red!" I said happily and struck a pose when Ratchet looked over. Ratchet shook his head in amusement.
"Just don't end up like Sunstreaker." He said and picked up my painting tools and handing me a towel. I slowly wiped the main pieces of paint of my skin, making me look blotchy. My hair still held streaks and gave me a bit of a 'wild artist' look.
"Well Ratchet, I am going to go shower and sleep since it is…" I looked at my clock, "Holy shit, 10pm. Didn't know I had been spending so much time here." He nodded in acknowledgement and watched me go to the edge and slip to hang before dropping down into a crouch on the floor.
"Try to get some good sleep." Ratchet said, I think it was his manly version of saying, 'sweet dreams'…then again maybe he just wanted me to be awake as possible so I didn't screw anything up. Yeah, that was more likely.
"Good night." I said and walked out of the room to mine. I walked in and kicked my shoes off, my lovely motorcycle boots with a slight heel. Thankfully the boots were protected by my jeans, which now were splattered with paints. Oh well, jeans were in abundance.
I quickly walked over and began the vigorous scrubbing needed to remove the paint caked on to my skin. A half hour had me looking like new, ready to crash into my bed. I slipped into some boxers and a tank top and slid into my blue sheet set. I sighed in comfort and closed my eyes, it was a fascinating day. Just day one in my new, weird-ass, life. Well, at least I will never be bored.
Well, how did you guys like it? You think I should keep it in 1st Person POV or do you think I should go back through and make it all 3rd Person POV? If enough people truly think it would be better as 3rd Person I will. So tell me how you like it, tell me what you want!
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