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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 Two :: Rewind and Fast Forward
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"Ratchet, but that's not possible- is it?" The large robot asked the last bit directly to me. With a blank expression I turned and pointed to the calendar on the wall.
"October eighteenth." I said again. He examined the calendar, while I rested against the dented grill of the vehicle I had been working on. Leaning forward, I bent to pick up the wrench off of the ground, surveying the total damage that the drop had done to it. Walking over to them slowly, I looked up at the same tall creature's face. "I suppose we didn't get a chance to properly introduce ourselves. My name is Roxy Kindle- I work here. Uh…could you explain to me what you are exactly…?" I knew I had asked before, but seeing as they had never really answered I decided to try once more.
"I am Optimus Prime," He said, standing a bit taller at the mention of his name. "This is Ratchet and this is Bulkhead. And he's…" He gestured to each one in turn; the green one apparently called 'Bulkhead' waved shyly- but Optimus stopped and stared at the black and yellow one on the floor before saying his name. "Bumblebee. We are called Autobots and we are stationed here from our home planet of Cybertron." I inhaled quickly upon the mention of Cybertron. I had heard of it way back in Educational Processing when I was just a sparkling. Long ago, a civil war had started, and two groups were formed: the Autobots and the Decepticons, led by the tyrannous and violent Megatron. Megatron had attempted to take over, but had failed miserably in the end when the Autobots had defeated him and saved Cybertron. I shuddered and suddenly wondered if this were happening back home, but with Miere instead of Megatron.
As he explained to me the history of their planet, I inched my way closer to the one called Bumblebee. I knew that since Hazarai had frozen him, he would stay stunned like that until the person they were to meet had touched him three times on the forehead. I already knew she had sent them to me from the future, but why and what were the questions I needed to be asking. What had happened or was going to happen in the future that was or would be so terrible that Hazarai couldn't defeat on her own? Hazarai was one our most trusted leaders; and powerful as well. What was so strong and horrid that had she had to send these fellow space travelers to retrieve me? "And that's how-"
"What are you doing?" Ratchet's voice echoed from beside me. Crap…I got caught. I froze, almost falling from climbing over Bumblebee's stiff arm. His forehead was just within my reach. The others gave me a curious stare, but Ratchet seemed confused and semi enraged. Not wanting to give myself away, but not wanting to make the older 'bot mad, I thought up a quick lie.
"Hold on a second- I think I might know what's wrong with him." I stood and pretended to use his head as a balance, quickly touching his forehead three times with a flick of my finger. He jerked out from under me suddenly, and the end bit of a war screech sounded throughout the garage area, and exposed metal weapons on his hands were surging with charged electricity. In an instant I was falling, but I didn't fall very far; only about two or three feet. Nonetheless it still hurt like nobody's business with the concrete- This organic skin had started to grow on me, and the longer I stayed human, the more human I'd become.
"Wait…where are we? Who are you?" He looked to me. Then he turned back to Optimus. "Boss 'Bot, I've got a bad feeling about this." He said, looking around the garage then at the hole in the ceiling. "What happened?!" Optimus raised a hand to his forehead and then commenced in explaining everything that had been said no more than ten minutes earlier. I giggled to myself and then proceeded to get up off the floor, walk over to the Mustang, begin working on the battery once more. I slipped the wrench off the negative terminal, then started disconnecting the positive terminal. When I finished I unfastened the battery from its holder, and had just turned to gather the materials needed for cleaning the terminals and the battery tray when I heard Bumblebee's voice again. "And, uh, who are you again?" I smiled to myself, somewhat glad that my bangs hid my face.
"I'm Roxy- I work here, if you hadn't noticed already." I tugged on my overall pants. He looked down to his feet, as he was sitting with legs outstretched, hands behind him and his head was tilted. "So, you guys can transform into vehicles…?" I asked, tilting my own head and propping myself up with my arm on above grill of the car. Ratchet nodded.
"Yeah, what's it to-ya?" He asked snappily. I brushed back my bangs from my eyes and glared at him.
"I was just asking, no need to snap!" I sassed back. Ratchet harrumphed noisily and crossed his arms. Optimus cast a side-swept glance to the older 'bot, before speaking himself.
"Yes…but why is that important?" I shrugged.
"Because seeing as you are from the future, you can probably transform into futuristic cars. It's probably best that you scan a uh…present-day vehicle." I said crossing my arms. Bulkhead pointed to the Mustang.
"Is that what cars look like here?" He said, an uncertain expression crossing his facial features. I looked over and nearly threw up because I was laughing so hard. It was amazing how my body was taking on human functions so quickly.
"No, no, no. I'll show you some pictures…but for now, it's best to lay low in the workshop," I gestured to the area around us. "At least for now. Since you're from the future, it's best people don't know about your existence. From all the books I've read, that can mess up time and…be tragic." I wasn't exactly sure how to end the sentence correctly, so the way I said it made it sound awkward. Optimus nodded slowly, obviously not sure whether to believe someone he had just met or not.
"She has a point. Autobots, transform and lay low." I giggled under my breath at how semi stupid it sounded, before wiping the rest of the accumulated grease on my pants as I turned to leave, but a voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
"Where are you going?" It asked in a panicked tone. Swiveling on my heels, I couldn't tell who was speaking visually, but the voice was that of the yellow compact car sitting nearest the Mustang.
"I have to get out of this," I motioned to my clothes. "My shift ended about half an hour ago." So that's how cars in the future look…hmm… I waved nonchalantly before slipping out of the room. As I came to the door that led to the upstairs living quarters, a small blonde child waited for me, light brown eyes wide and hugging her knees to her pancake-flat chest.
"What was that?" She asked, looking past me to the workshop that I had just exited. I backed up a bit, pressing myself to the thick and familiar oil stained wood.
"God damn it, Marie, didn't anyone ever tell you not to eavesdrop? And for goodness sakes, get off the floor. You're gonna get that…" I waved at the indescribable stains on the carpet in disgust. "On your jeans." Eyes still wide, she stood and made a futile attempt to peer past me and into the small window in the door.
"No, what was that? Since when do you talk to yourself in funny voices?" She asked accusingly, jumping up and down to try to see over me. I stared down my nose at her.
"Don't you have homework, or something time consuming to do?" I asked her in reply, rolling my eyes and hearing my tone give way in an exasperated cough. She glared at me.
"Don't even start on that!" She snapped. "Just because you're in High School, you think you can boss me around!" I leaned against the door, trying not to laugh as my little sister had a mental melt down right in front of me. Taking her shoulders, I gave her a little nudge toward the stairs.
"Marie, you know I love you. You're my sister- but really. Enough with the crocodile tears." With that, she screeched and stomped her way up the stairs. Sighing with relief, I peeked back in through the window on the door. The cars were still there, a bit closer to the exit then I'd have preferred, but what did it matter? Shaking my head, I slowly made my way up the stairs as well before slipping into my room and shutting the door.