Ch.4

Log #1

Date Unkown

So having a fight with a trigger happy mech and beating the crap out of him should have been fun. Right? Ya, well it's easier said than done.

Reminder to self: Watch what I say in front of these robots.

There was a hard slam, hitting me from behind, knocking the wind out of me. Strong digits grasped my neck firmly, as a large cannon charging and ready sat against my side. I looked up, panicking to breath. Ironhide loomed over my form, pushing his knee plates into the wiring and armor that was my stomach, surprising both rachet and I with his unheard sudden entrance.

"What in primus are you doing? Shooting holes into my floor and tackling my patient!"

Ironhide answered in a gruff voice. "Shoot first, ask questions later" he stated simply.

As rachets anger could be felt spreading in the med bay like fire, voices could be heard yelling, and coming nearer. He just shot at me! I thought. Rachets anger only adding fuel to the fire of mine.

"Shoot first my ASS!" I yelled, with what little breath I had. Bringing a knee to his stomach and returning the favor. I pushed him off me with surprising strength, as I tackled him to the ground. We were a fury of metal arms and legs, as we rolled on the ground, crashing through a wall.

If it was a battle of dominance by strength, Ironhide would have won. Luckily for me, I had wits and instinct on my side. Tactics running through my processor, so similar to the computer I had been in, but so different too. I used his brute force against him as we rolled out of the rubble, and into a large hangar filled with many surprised humans and autobots alike. His cannon shooting off continuously to leave scorching hot holes smoking in the ground, barely missing my face.

In adrenalin and fear I automatically had defenses up. A mask and visors sliding over to protect my face from his cannon. I punched and kicked hard as I could as he grabbed my left arm, pulling it away from me with huge amounts of strength. It seemed to buckle as wires snapped and tore in my arm. Pain filtered up through my body as lights flashed in my vision. Ignoring the pain, my world seem to slow down, as I saw the blast from one of ironhides cannons aimed at my face, death once again looking me in the eyes, as voices yelled. My optics shuttered and I breathed in one last breath.

There was nothing. I had heard the blast as it hit, but felt nothing. Everything was silent. One thought drifted silently into my mind, is this what death felt like? Only the sizzling of a cannon could be head. I onlined an optic, turning my head to the side. Peeking out to find ironhide only a few feet away from me, over a huge hole from the cannon blast of where I had previously been.

Autobots and humans surrounded us in a big arc, everyone was completely silent. Ironhide turned his head and found where I lay. Surprise then obvious anger in his optics. My optics dimmed then brightened as I came back to my surroundings with a slow, deep breath. Yep, I thought with a sigh, this is real. There was a click and wiz of gears as the black mech stood up straight, Cannons recharging. Scrabbling to my feet unwantigly with a moan, I prepared for the next onslaught. Today was not my day, to put it simply. Wait let me change that, no day was my day and this was wasting my time and had me pissed to the core.

"Ironhide! Stop right now!" Rachet yelled, his anger passed no return. "Ironhide" optimus warned a hidden command to stop in his voice. He ignored them aiming his cannons that glowed orange at me once again. "This femme is most likely being used by the human researchers we found. She's a danger to the base, she needs to be terminated or imprisoned." His voice was deadly. " Not lounging in your office." With that last statement he fired a blazing shot headed straight for my face. Really! The face again, I thought ducking with a spin avoiding the shot. Now he's pissed me off! Its official!

"Really!" I yelled, voice ringing in the large hangar with disbelief. Curses spilled out of my mouth like no other, even surprising me. My injured arm was hanging limp against my side, while the other was splayed out in the air like a wing. "Is the face all you try to shoot at? I find that quite offensive." I stated, stomping forward like the teenager I am, towards him. "Are you some little kid with a defective brain?" Eavesdropping's not really polite ya' know. And if I didn't know any better. Last time I checked I had a name. Not. The. Femme." I growled fumingly parking myself in front of the black mech that towered above me and poked him in the chest.

His answer was his own fault and he had it coming, "TES520—"He was lying on the ground before he could finish, a dent in the shape of my fist in his face. "Timehop!" I shrieked. "MY. NAME. IS. TIMEHOP!" I grabbed one of his chest plates and pulled his face to mine. He was on his knee plates while I stood above him. "And if that's too long of a name for your stupid halfwit processor, it's timely! Next time I here you say that other name; you'll have more than just a dent in your face, bud." I let go, as I spun on my heels and stomped away from him. The surprised crowd blocked my way, but I continued on. No hesitation in my step. The crowd parted as humans shifted to avoid being stepped on. The cybertronians stepping back also. Half the room looked completely surprised. Mouths dropping in awe or hidden laughter that could barely be held back was evident in the atmosphere of the room. I made my way in the direction of the now demolished med bay. "Sorry" I muttered, passing rachet, who stood beside the mech known as optimus I had seen earlier.

I entered the med bay through the hole in the wall, stepping over rubble. Making my way to my berth and sat with a loud huff, crossing my arms.

"Jerk" I muttered to myself.

Everyone could be heard shuffling away, the crowd dispersing. A small group of muffled laughter could be heard.