Chapter two: The Autobots
Fiorla: Yay! Another chapter to RMN!
Berry: About time you put it on, what was delaying you?
Fiorla: I lost my inspiration, but I finally got to writing the second chapter.
Berry: Authors Writing Block. I hate it when that happens.
Fiorla: Yeah. Thanks for those who have ether reviewed or made this a fav! I didn't think it would be that great, but maybe it is.
Berry: Low self esteem, isn't it?
Fiorla: Yeah, anyway, enjoy this small chapter of mine and read on!
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers in any shape or form; I only own Aria and the plot.
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The rumor of an unusual girl has gone all over the base. The training room was always in a buzz, discussing about the girl. But no matter how many times the conversations repeat themselves; they all ask the same questions. Who is this girl? What's so important about her? Why is she here? And what are we going to do with her?
The rumor was that she came out of nowhere, taking the generator that the Decepticons desired, and running off with it tucked under her arms. It told of her fear for cars and robots alike, and most of all, her eyes. The girl's eyes were what really stumped them. They were as blue as any Autobots optics, they even had a spark that none of them had. She could easily be mistaken as one of them, it she were a transformer that is.
A group of robots were gathered around a table that was large enough to have up to four occupants surrounding it, and discussing this matter among themselves.
"I just don't get it, why did we take the human in the first place? She doesn't serve any purpose here, she's as useless as a petro rabbit! Maybe even more!" A golden robot with same smoky black features as the one sitting beside him admitted.
"But didn't you hear Prowl's story Sunstreaker? The girl couldn't have done that without having something special about her. Can't you see it isn't normal for humans?" Yet another yellow robot, this one a warmer, more cheerful candy yellow with a red waist and sky blue optics rejected.
"Yeah, who doesn't know about it? The whole base knows, Hotshot." The red robot settled his legs in a more relaxed position. "Bumblebee even explained that what Prowl saw was what happened to her parents. It was in the past."
"The kid was showing the past?" the golden robot called Sunstreaker said in a sarcastic voice. "That's impossible. The past can only be seen in memories."
"Prowl isn't the kind of mech that makes facts up. What he saw is as real as your paint job." Hotshot pointed a finger at the shining light that was reflecting off the glimmering armor.
"Hey, I could do nasty things to you, big shot. So don't go any where near where you're going now…" Sunstreaker growled in a menacing voice that could tell anyone to 'back off or get hurt REAL bad.'
"Whoa, cool it bro. He's just complementing on how noticeable your shine is. RIGHT Hotshot?" the red robots eyes glanced at the robot sitting beside something, trying to send a silent plea to him.
"Uh, yeah! I didn't mean to say it in a bad way. I mean, check out that glow! Any femmne would be heads over heels for you!"
"It's not supposed to make them fall for my heels. It's to make me happy, and not tear anyone's arm off. But that thought is real tempting right now." He smirked, his 'teeth' showing the same spark as his paint.
"Ya three have'n a pleasant convorsation over here?" A voice from behind Sunstreaker asked.
All the robots turned to face the voice that was coming from another robot. His had a black and white body very similar to Prowls, only he had blue visors and black horns coming from the back of his helmet-like head. His accent was also a big giveaway.
"Jazz! Sorry sir, we didn't see you there." Hotshot smiled at the higher ranked officer, showing respect.
"Don' worry Hotshot, just comin' over for a look around." Jazz returned the grin, but grew serious as he asked, "Were you guys talkin' bout the human girl?"
"Yes sir, we were just wondering about the human…" The red robot was interrupted.
"Sideswipe, jus' ta let ya know, the human's name is Aira. And you all are wondering what she's doin' here?" He glanced at all the robots as they nodded their heads. "Well, to tell ya the truth, I don' know myself. But I do know that it has somethn' to do with the Decepticons."
"Oh, great. We're protecting another human?" Sunstreaker asked in an exasperated tone.
"Sunstreaker, Autobots protect ALL humans. Aria jus' happens ta be more important to the Decpticons then most other humans." Jazz scolded, crossing his arms.
"But why is she so important, Jazz? Can't you even make a guess for us? We're completely stumped." Sideswipe stared at Jazz, who seemed to be distant in his thoughts,
"…Well…The best guess I can make is that Aria is…what do humans call it…psyaic…psycho…wait, psychic! That's tha word, psychic!" Jazz's visors seemed to light up, his grin increasing as he sought out the word he wanted.
"Psychic? What in Cybertron is psychic?" Sunstreaker's optics seemed to widen as the unknown word played in his vocalizer.
"Psychic is how humans describe somethen' out a ordinary, like spirits an' ghosts or stuff like that. Some humans have this thing called a 'sixth sense' that allows them to see ghosts, predict the future, or talk to the dead." Jazz recited, like he had said this before to some other clueless mech.
"So the human…Aria is this psychic person?" Hotshot wondered.
"I'm not sayn' it's true, that's jus' my best guess." Jazz put up his hands in a defensive move. Privately, he thought to himself, 'I hope Aria is activated soon, the crew is dying ta meet her.'
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Meanwhile, Aria wakes from her sleep…
Aria was lucky that night. No nightmares had haunted her, no memories that brought pain, not even darkness was waiting for her. Instead, her dreams brought her to a place that was as white as clouds, as soft as sand, and as warm as a fire. Not a single soul disturbed her slumber as the light came over her and put her into a deep, long awaited sleep. She was able to rest peacefully at last.
A light overhead brightened her eyelids, making them deep red instead of the normal shade of black, bringing her dreary conciseness back to the real world. A voice from somewhere in front of her said, "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. You've slept for about a joor, and that's plenty for you."
'Joor…' The word was played over in her mind, and still half asleep, tried to remember what it meant. Nothing came up. 'Oh…maybe because that isn't a word…' Bringing her arms up, she rubbed her eyes to wipe off any tiredness, stretched her back, wincing as her neck gave a soft "crack", and itchiness crawled up her spine. Man, did she need that. Careful of her bruises; she leaned on her elbows, and glanced up at the waiting robot.
This one looked a little different from the others she had seen so far, first there were too strange squares on either side of his head, and he had no mouth. His main colors seemed to be white and gray, with an arrangement of red and green lining each other up on his chest, it almost reminded her of a racecar. But one feature he had was that he was the same height as all the other robots. She tried to hide her fear as best as she could, but the feeling was overflowing her veins, causing her skin to crawl and shiver.
The robot didn't seem to notice though, for he continued, "Good morning, had a good rest?"
Aria, instead of responding with her voice, simply nodded her head, and attempted to rise to her feet. But her energy failed her, and she fell to the ground with a soft thump, hissing softly as pain seared up from the impact on the bruises. 'I hate bruises.'
The robot approached, a concerned look on his vivid blue optics, but she waved her hand and continued to struggle to stand on her own two legs. With that done, she found that the robot was now standing straight above her small frame, and started to back away, mouth wide, but making no sound,
"Whoa, calm down. I'm not gonna hurt ya." Slowly, his large gray hand reached down behind the girl, and started to gently rub her back. Aria cringed as the unusually warm metal touched her injured back, but the pain slowly melted away, replaced by the relaxation that suddenly spread over her body like a blanket.
"There, ya see? Nothing to worry about." The large hand slipped away from Aria's back, and went up to its owner. "Now then, since your awake, my name's Wheeljack, I'm the scientist of the Autobots. And I believe that your name is Aria, right?"
Noticing that Wheeljack was waiting for an answer, Aria quickly nodded, and looked up at his face. Her head perked up, making her shady brown hair bounce when she saw how the squares would light up whenever he talked. 'How curious… does he talk with those instead of a mouth?' she thought, cocking her head to the side.
"Not much of a talker, are you? As I recall, Optimus wanted to speak to you once you were available, I'm I correct?" He bent closer, his optics seemed to study her face, her twitching fingers, everything. It was very disturbing to Aria, and she nodded, a bit nervous as to why he was looking at in that fashion.
"Alright then." The hand came back, only this time it was lay out in front of her, beckoning her on. "Might I have the honors of transporting you to his office?"
"…okay…" Aria was able to find her voice for the first time since she woke up, and if Wheeljack was surprised or not, she didn't look to see. Aria slowly stepped forward, her shoes sinking into the material that made up the floor, and onto the hand. She wasn't so sure that this was a good idea.
"Hold on." Was the only warning she got before her stomach suddenly felt millions of miles below her. She immediately felt sick to her core as the air around her continued to push her downwards as the hand rose higher…and higher…and even HIGHER… 'This guy's huge! He must be taller then I thought…oh, man I'm going to be sick…'
Aria tried her best to resist the urge to puke, and luckily for her, the hand soon halted, making her bounce slightly at the sudden stop. She tried to shake her head to ease off the sick feeling, but it remained in the pit of her stomach. So Aria ignored it as Wheeljack took her out of the room and into a hallway just outside.
'Why do I get the feeling I'm going to regret this?'
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"Wow, a lot of mechs really want to see you." Wheeljack whispered loud enough for Aria to hear.
The room they had to go through to get to Optimus's office was jam packed with robots! The normal hallway was closed off because of a Decepticon attack [Aria has no idea what that is that damaged that section, so they had to go through the social center. Aria was able to see that there was quite a variety in colors and shape. A few even had what seemed to be an internal radio, and were playing certain types of music that suited their needs. But all of them had blue optics, and all of those optics were looking at her. The chatter had died down a bit as Wheeljack and his occupant entered the room, a few whisperers and points that she suspected were aimed at her. She ducked her head, trying to hide the wide eyes and shaking lips that were signs of her fear, so that they couldn't see her face and she couldn't see theirs.
Wheeljack must've detected this, for he said to all the curious robots, "Go back to whatever you were doing Autobots. We're just passing through."
The robots turned back to conversations and glowing drinks, but a few glances were still being sent to Aria, making her wince whenever her eyes met with theirs. The way they were looking at her was a bit…disturbing. Almost exactly like Wheeljacks gaze before, they were studying her features, the way she acted, and seemed to bore through the barrier she had set up between her true self, and them. 'Well…at least they aren't trying to grab me.' The thought made icicles go down her spine, and slightly shiver. Why couldn't she get that nightmare out of her head? It was like the vision was haunting her every moment,
Wheeljack continued to walk through the room at a calm speed, but he was clearly aware of Aria's uneasiness. With his audios focused on her pulse, the scientist was concerned with her heart rate when it reached a speed that wasn't normal for humans. His worries were confirmed when her breathing started to become short, gasping for control. Aria, realizing that she was distressing the one holding her, took a deep, shaky intake of air, calming her a bit, and glanced at Wheeljack with pleading eyes. 'Hurry, please. This place is scary.'
"Hey Wheeljack!"
Wheeljack winced at the call of his name, and turned to the voice, which appeared to be a candy yellow with sky blue eyes waved over at the mechanic with a smile on his face. He hadn't seen Aria yet, which was good in a sense.
"Hotshot, I haven't seen you around the place. You training?" Wheeljack replied, glancing down at Aria who had gotten closer to one of his fingers.
"Yep. Scavenger has been teaching me personally, and I'm learning a great deal." Hotshot's eyes seemed to flicker as he noticed the way Wheeljacks hand was positioned. "What's in your hand?"
Wheeljack was a little hesitating showing Aria to the young soldier, but he trusted Hotshot enough as to not scare the little human. So he extended his hand far enough for Hotshot to get a closer look at the cowering girl that was clinging to his thumb. Aria stared at the new robot before her, awaiting its actions, watching how it would react to her presence. At first, Hotshot didn't know what to think, the human…Aria was right in front of him! Now he could get some long awaited answers.
"Is that Aria?" He asked, his optics still focused on the human, who was returning the gaze.
"Yes, but please, don't talk too loud, you might scare her." Wheeljack warned, he knew how inquisitive Hotshot could be, but he could sometimes be too curious for his own good.
"Too loud?"
"She doesn't like being around robots."
"Oh…" Silence took over as the two continued to study one another, trying to see each other's personality by reactions.
"Is it true your psychic?" That question got both the bot and Aria's full attention.
"What? Psychic?" Aria's hair seemed to stand on end in embarrassment.
"Hotshot, that is highly doubtable…"
"But is she?" He continued.
Wheeljack sighed, and replied, "Lets continue this later, okay? I need to get Aria to Optimus's office, he wants to speak to her." Hotshot's mouth opened to talk, but before he could start, Wheeljack finished, "ALONE."
The young warrior's eyes dimmed in disappointment, and he watched as Wheeljack proceeded out of the rec room. There was something about Aria that seemed unusual…when she was looking at him; it was like she was looking into his very spark, with Primus's eyes, as everyone called her eyes now. 'Prowl was right…there's something odd about Aria, I just don't know why though.'
Unknown to him, Aria still didn't know about the secret lounged inside her soul, like all her ancestors before her, she would find out when the time is right. And her time was coming up fast.
End of Chapter Two
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Fiorla: Man! That chapter took forever to make! I hope it doesn't take that long on the third chap… ;;
Berry[Starts singing Don't worry… be happy. Don't worry, be happy now. ?
Fiorla: …you do know how annoying that song can be, right?
Berry: WHEN THE WORLD GIVES YOU LEMON DROPS, MAKE A CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP!!! OwO
Fiorla: … --' [how do you do that?
Zoris: Berry, did you have a Hershey just now?
Berry: AHHHHH! Zoris! I, uh, didn't see you there. Heh heh…. [oh man, I'm in trouble…
Fiorla: Finally, sorry about the very hyperactive Berry, people. We'll get her under control…eventually…maybe not… but beside's that, please do enjoy, and like the last chapter, you don't need to review if you don't want to. I won't die. But it would be most appreciated! Thanks!