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Wow, I got a review within one day of posting. Much better than my other story! ;3 I may switch back and forth between first and third person, just a warning.
Roxy, most of the characters from 'the past', and Hazarai © Me
Ratchet, Sari, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Prowl, and various other characters from the 'future' © Hasbro
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Transformers: Turning Back Time
Roxy::
Chapter One :: Kindle's Garage
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I looked like any other average teenage girl…sixteen, long waist length and shiny raven black hair, lively green eyes, long side-swept bangs that covered the edges of my face and on occasion my eyes- joining together in the middle of my forehead. Thin black eyebrows rested above my eyes, and I had compliments from many that told me I looked like I just jumped out of a teen magazine.
In a way, I had.
Sure, I miss Nitron. It's a beautiful place, really. Green totally covers it; families can be seen daily in public gathering places that Earthlings call 'parks' and 'shopping centers' and 'restaurants'. I was called Rashkai there- my commander Ovnik Ura sent me to this planet to learn more about the life forms there. Seeing as Nitronians have special abilities, such as scanning objects and replicating them- especially organic things, and running extremely fast; nearing speeds close to that of light. We also have another ability, our own weapons system. Each Nitronian has their own series of cannons, blades, chains, guns, electric weapons, etcetera- some have two different systems while others have one depending upon job. The more dangerous the job, the more weapons you have, and the more options you have to defend yourself. Seeing as my job was to be a secret agent, and nobody had really been to Earth before, I had two weapons installed. In my left arm, an energy cannon that's capable of cutting through any organic or foreign metals and alloys, and two ankle energy blades. They were similar to rollerblades and could be used for that purpose, but you could also kick and slice at the same time. Very useful for getting out of tight situations.
Long story short, Ovnik was murdered by my traitorous friend, and while I was stranded on Earth, she was reeking havoc back home. Meanwhile, I scanned a picture of this girl from a magazine I saw…thus my looks, and when I got hit by a speeding Earth-vehicle and fell over, a man on the sidewalk ran to my aid- later I learned that he went by the name of William Kindle. After discovering my secret by accident; seeing that all the skin on my right arm was missing and revealing a gray metal with bright green lines running through it, he 'adopted' me as his own daughter, helped me pick out an Earth name close to my original one, and I've been working and living with him ever since. His biological daughter Marie has lived with us ever since her mother died, as Will and Laverne were divorced at the time of her death. Surprisingly, I've even managed to keep my secret from Marie. All she knows is that I'm her adopted sixteen year old sister that works in the garage with Will.
And so, here I am now. It had been a seemingly normal day, working at the garage in downtown Detroit. Several people had stopped by; a soccer-mom with a front headlight out, a truck with a flat tire, and even a police car that needed an oil change. When I'd gotten off my shift, I headed out to the back work-shop; a smaller area where Will and I worked on special projects together. This month, he had come back with an old 1976 Mustang. It had somewhat shocked me, but on taking a closer inspection I realized that the bottom had rusted out, it needed a new battery, the windshield was shattered, and the body was covered in dents. No wonder he had gotten it for under a thousand. Since Will was on a lunch break, I had decided to change the battery for him. It was easy enough; once he had explained to me how to do it I'd stored it in my memory banks. Earth technology was really easy for me now, as I'd been here about ten years already.
Anyways, I had already started gathering my supplies and had just plugged in the memory keeper to the lighter socket when I heard a noise. I heard noises all the time though, noises that no one else could because of my sensitive hearing. It was often a nuisance to be sitting in a classroom at school and hear a plane flying over two-hundred miles away. However, things were starting to get quieter; I'd been on this loud planet for so long that noises weren't as sharp and extreme as they were before. Shrugging, I went back to work locating the positive and negative battery terminals and had just moved to disconnect the negative battery terminal when a sudden crash alerted me. I looked up, and glass lay shattered on the ground, a huge red white and blue…thing was on the ground. It looked like a very large human; it's shape was similar to that of one, but it was almost the size of one of the uptown apartments on 56th Street.
I immediately stopped moving and watched in horror as another large creature crashed through our ceiling; landing on top of the first. The first one groaned, and the second one opened its eyes and screamed. Rolling over, he pushed the first one out of the way as a red and white object plummeted to the center of our floor, and then a final yellow and black thing. Meanwhile, I stood motionless over by the Mustang, slack jawed and wide-eyed at the event that had just happened before me.
"Oh!" The red and white creature exclaimed, pushing the yellow and black one off of it as it sat up. "That's the second time today. Can't an old 'bot get some cut some slack?" I squinted hard; they looked almost like…robots! That's what they were. I couldn't believe it- my wrench clattered to the ground and the green one jumped into the air, landing on its rear.
"Oh my God!" I said loudly, still shocked from the previous encounter. He held a hand up to his chest.
"Gosh, you sure did scare me. I didn't even know you were there." He smiled nervously, and I noted that the only robot still on the ground was the yellow and black one. "Any idea where we are?" I breathing was shallow, and the tallest one came toward me.
"Calm down, miss. It's okay, we didn't mean to, uh…" He glanced at the big hole in the ceiling, then down to the shattered glass on the floor. "Intrude." He finished, looking guilty. I held up my hands and waved them in front of me for a second before swallowing hard.
"You're in Detroit…and it's okay, I guess. Can you, uh, explain what you are?" I was scared to death. Never in my four trillion years of life had I ever encountered such strange creatures, and even then, never this large or scary. Nothing on my home planet could ever possibly scare me this much; except maybe Ovnik when he was angered over something- like a soldier not following orders as directed.
"We are?! It doesn't look like Detroit. Where's Sumdac Tower? Where's the Burger Bot?" He asked, a puzzled look spreading over his face. I returned the expression.
"What?" I asked slowly. "I don't know what part of Detroit you're from, but I haven't heard of either of those things." I glanced over toward the yellow and black creature. "Is he okay?" I pointed at him, feeling awkward because of the trunk of the car- grease staining my hands and face, hair pulled back in a messy pony-tail with a baggy tee-shirt and oil covered overalls completed my garage-girl look. The tall one looked over at the smallest one.
"I have no idea; he tried attacking this one creature called Hazarai and she stunned him. She brought us here looking for some warrior named Rashkai." He said, the complication of remembering names lagging his processor. I stared at him, trying to hide my disbelief. I would have sensed it if another Nitronian were nearby and looking for me, especially Hazarai; they would have sent out a request for me to meet them someplace. I had to lie.
"What?! Okay, I'm seriously starting to get creeped out here, so an explanation would be nice." I squinted my eyes shut in disbelief, how I was talking to these creatures? The tall one suddenly widened his eyes with realization of what I had known this entire time.
"Wait a minute…what year is it?" He asked slowly, and I knew I would feel regretful when I told him the truth.
"It's October eighteenth, two thousand eight." I told him, acting as if he should have known that from the start. I saw the red and white one's eyebrows raise high, and I looked down at my feet.
"What?! Are you telling me we just got sent through a time warp fifty-two solar cycles in the past?!" He screeched in shock.