HAPPY THANKSGIVING! Yeah, I know, I haven't updated in FOREVS. *cowers* please don't throw marshmellows at me! DX
Anyway, I've noticed that I seem to have been portraying the 'bots as very evil sparkless machines. But, lemme just say where I'm coming off from their coldness towards Storm
It's kind of like this
The Decepticons keep tricking the bots so they follow some simple rules:
1. fool me once, shame on you
2. fool me twice, shame on me
3. fool me three+, SLAG THIS, I'M NEVER TRUSTING YOUR KIND AGAIN!
So basically, it's all those times the other cons tricked them that gets Electric Storm all the harshness
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I don't own transformers, intend this for offense and will soon rule the world
Y'all know what I'm gonna say! ;D
Let me just say, for the record, the Autobot's brig is cleaner then the Decepticon's. Other than that, they're both the same place of my mind-numbing boredom torture.
"Uhn..." I groaned, rolling my eye-optics over to Prowl, the one who was guarding my cell. "How much longer?"
"Twenty more minutes," he replied without even breaking his stare with me. I'm beginning to wonder if this guy is really a computer.
I let out a long whine, frustrated with this whole day. I officially hated the Decepticons, the Autobots, the neutrals-heck, I hated every single Cybertronian on this planet! If it weren't for them, I'd be at home right now, watching TV and complaining about homework. But nooooooooo. They just HAD to have a battle where I was walking home from school!
Oh, shut up, another part of me snapped. You would eventually come into contact with them. Haven't you ever watched the news? They're all over the place!
'Of COURSE I haven't watched the news, idiot,' the first part of me hissed. 'And neither do you!'
Thus began an internal conflict involving screaming, yelling, fighting, and imaginary pies being thrown. Finally, when me and other me were arguing about which is better, cake or ice cream (cake has frosting! 'Ice cream has cream!'), I got sick of arguing with myself so I yelled, "SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!"
The volume of my outburst realize just how quiet it had been. Keyword being *had been*. It had suddenly turned not-so silent with me shrieking at imaginary voices to shut up.
Prowl gave me a look. My face turned red and I sheepishly stared down at the floor. The stupid floor of the brig. I hate the brig. But then again, I think everyone hates the brig. But I doubt anyone hates it as much as me. And the reason why I hate it so much is because I keep getting thrown in it. The only reason I keep getting thrown in it is because the Decepticons make so many RULES. Hm. Maybe now I should say the AUTOBOTS make so many rules because it's actually THEIR brig now and not the Decepticons. Even though-
"You can leave now."
Even before Prowl had unlocked the brig I was racing out of there. Once I was away from the smelly prison I screamed, "FREEEEEEEEDOM!"
My feet-er, pedes hardly touched the ground, almost flying. The world around me was a blur as I zoomed towards my room.
...only to be stopped by a solid wall of red.
I let out an "oof!" as I bounced backwards, falling on my...uh...tailpipe. Rubbing the injured part I glared up at the perpertator sitting at my door. Sideswipe.
"Excuse me," I complained, getting up and dusting myself off, "but you're in front of my door."
The Autobot twin-who was currently engaged in mixing together a cauncation of glue, glitter and confetti-looked up at me and stated, "Your point?"
I gave a small agitated laugh, showing he was trying my patience. "My point IS I need to get into my room. Using the door. That you're blocking."
Sideawipe shrugged. "I need to use this place to plan for my pranks."
"No, you don't!" I shot back. "There are plenty of OTHER places you can use to plan pranks! This base is huge!" I emphasized my point by gesturing wildly around me, now getting exasperated.
He shrugged again. "I like this spot."
Slag it, he is TRYING to annoy me!
And it's working!
"Sideswipe," I growled, crossing my arms. "Move."
He stood up and gave me a dark glare. Frightened by the gaze and his height, I automatically shifted to my human mode. Although whether that was because I felt like I needed to be smaller or hoped that the "no hurting humans" rule would apply I wasn't sure. By his look, the latter didn't look like it would hold up too well.
"Who's gonna make me, squishy?" he snarled, a sadistic grin crossing his features.
I just pulled my lips into a thin line and glared. The "squishy" comment didn't bother me so much because living with Decepticons made me use to it. Man, I wish the twins were here to back me up right now.
Sideswipe's optics, unfazed by my glare, gazed intensly into mine. Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh? Staring contest? Bring it on!
The seconds ticked by as we both glared, a Mexican standoff with eyes instead of guns. Unmoving, except for an occasional twitch of the lip. Then, the dreaded feeling came. You know the one, where your eyes start to burn and water. When that happens, you know it's soon going to be over.
Sure enough, my eyes squeezed shut as I let out a cry, blinking hard to get rid of the stinging feeling. "Ha!" Sideswipe shouted victoriously, sashaying away with a big grin on his face. A grin I wanted to wipe off his face. With a flamethrower.
As I was recovering from my loss, I heard a "tsk"ing noise and looked behind me to see Sunstreaker shaking his head. "Silly little femme," he sighed. "Didn't you know? Autobots don't have to blink."
He walked away, snickering, as heat crawled up my cheeks, turning them red. Oops.
"Hey, where you going?" The nice voice coming from the twins immediately threw me off. However, I wasn't in the mood for any fighting so I just went along with it and pretended there MIGHT be a glimmer of a hope that they would not be totally mean to me.
"Ratchet's med-bay for a virus scan," I replied, wondering why they wanted to know. Although why Ratchet wanted me AGAIN and why he hadn't just given it to me during my check-up I didn't know. Slagging annoying!
"Wait. Don't you mean the Hatchet?" Sideswipe corrected, raising an eyebrow.
"No. His name is Ratchet." I hesitated. "I think."
Sunstreaker rolled his optics and scoffed, "Uh, no. It's Hatchet. That's what EVERYONE calls him."
He sounded so confident and he looked so sure of himself. Maybe he WAS right. What did I know about Autobot names? Heck, what do I even know about Cybetronian names?
I walked off towards the med-bay, eyeing them as I passed them. "Um...thanks, I guess."
Had I seen the evil grins they exchanged, maybe I wouldn't have been so quick to believe them.
All through out my scan, I didn't have an oppurtunity to call the CMO his "name". But, as my luck would have it, just as I was leaving, it slipped out.
"You're done," grumbled Ratchet, walking off to do some other medical thingy I wouldn't understand.
"Okay," I answered, jumping off the med-berth. I started walking out and called over my shoulder, "Thanks, Hatchet!"
Alright, so I was walking before, in the upright and forward position, right? Yeah, well, five seconds later THE WORLD IS ONE GIGANTIC BLUR! It slipped out from underneath me and there was a flurry of silver, clangs and PAIN! OH THE PAIN! And someone keeps yelling "ow!" Shut up, you stupid person! I'm in more pain than you are! I will GIVE YOU a reason to yell "o-oh, wait, that's just me.
Even after the silver, clangs and rapid pain stopped, I kept saying, "ow!" There was a dull ache and I'm almost positive I had at least twenty new dents. The medic's face appeared above me and he snarled, "My name is NOT Hatchet, Hatchet is the name of a DECEPTICON and I am NOT a Decepticon!"
I kept my mouth shut, the thought of talking never even crossing my mind. *Ratchet* disappeared then reappeared. "I was going easy on you only because you were a femme." He helped me up and I stared at him, eyes wide.
"Well?" he demanded, waving me off. "Shoo!"
I raced off, too afraid to look back until I reached my room. Once there, I shut the door and slipped down against the wall to the floor. My face was flushed with fear, adrenaline, and embarrassment. I had been duped (again) by twins (again) convincing me that someone with a real temper problem was called a name that they didn't like (again) in a base with people who had captured me (again).
There's got to be some sort of record for that.
"Die, zombie, DIE DIE DIE!" I yelled, my fingers flying across my black DSI's buttons. My eyes flickered across the screen as my hand holding the stylus was preparing to strike. I was currently playing one of the random gory games that the Decepticon twins had bought (*coughstolencough*) for me. Ratchet had me sit next to the med-bay doors while waiting for my virus scan results. I got bored so I reached into my subspace and got one of the greatest time busters.
Mind numbing violent video games. "Nooooooo!" I cried once my avatar died. "Darn you, zombies, darn you!"
While waiting for my character to respawn, Ratchet asked, "What are you doing?"
"Playing a video game," I replied calmly, poking my tongue out as I tried to concentrate on the correct sequence.
"For how long?"
"As long as you've been making me wait."
His optical ridges shot up. "Electric Storm, that's been over an hour!"
I didn't even look up. "And your point?"
"You need to stop. Now."
I gave him a pouty face. "But I don't wanna!"
He raised a wrench threateningly. "You need to stop before I add a new dent in your helm."
Aw, slag! I pressed the power button off so quick you blink and you'd miss it. I didn't want to face the wrath of Ratchet's wrenches. They already left many indentions in my ROBOT form and I was in my HUMAN form now. Just imagine what it would do to my little squishy, non-armored self! You know what? Don't imagine it. It's too violent.
I stared at my black device of entertainment and let out a sigh. "If only you were a transformer. We'd be best friends. Unless you played against me. Then I'd have to kill you."
"Brilliant!"
I jumped and nearly toppled over from my spot on the floor via the voice. There was a masked white, green and red mech standing in the doorway. "Uh...hi?" I tried cautiously, not sure if this guy was one of the mentally off ones (hey, he was missing a hand!).
"That idea is genius!" Two panels on the side of his head (which kind of reminded me of Sunstreaker) flashed when he talked. Mind racing, I backtracked. I gave him a confused look. "Me kiling my DSI?"
"No, making your 'DSI' into a Cybertronian life form!" he rambled. "Of course, it'd be born on Earth and not Cybertronian. So I couldn't really call it that. Hm, maybe I could just call it a Autobot. 'Course, it might turn into a Decepticon. That HAS happened before."
He scooped me up (me letting out a very girly shriek) with his good hand and exclaimed, "TO THE LABORATORY!" The crazy mech looked down at me. "And bring that black-blinky thingy with you!"
"You mean my DSI?"
"Yeah! That thing!"
Kind of worried about where this guy was taking me (the word "laboratory" made me a little nevrous considering where it wound me up last time [as a half alien]), I pointed out, "H-hey, you were going to the med-bay, right? So, shouldn't you get your hand fixed?!"
He gave me a shrug. "It can wait, I'm going to be doing SCIENCE!"
*in the laboratory*...
A bunch of wires were hooked up to my DSI along with a few test tubes. The bot was currently going to add one drop of some sort of chemicals into a beaker. It might make my DSI come alive. The cukoo and I leaned in, watching as the itty bitty green drop quivered, slipped, fell then landed into the-
*BOOM*
With a violent explosion, we were thrown back, crashing into some supplies that were probably important. But, you know, they also could NOT be (though I doubt it). I coughed, clouds of charcol black smoke pouring out of my mouth, dusting my already scorched clothes.
"Hehe," the bot laughed nervously and gave me an apologetic look. "Sorry."
"You owe me a new DSI," I told him plainly.
He lowered his gaze to the ground. "Yeah. Probably do. My bad. Name's Wheeljack, by the way."
I gave him a look, not speaking for a moment.
"I like you," I grinned. His flashy thingies flashed in amusement.
"But you still owe me a new DSI."
Okay so you know how Wheeljack was supposed to have his hand fixed? Yeah, well apparently, Ratchet was missing his patient. And by missing I mean he went on a warpath, crushing all who got in his way.
By some mysterious mind reading powers, the lab was where Ratchet came first. And boy, oh boy was he ever mad when he saw me and Wheeljack.
"JUST WHAT THE * &# DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING, WHEELJACK, DOING ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR STUPID &#$ING EXPERIMENTS?!"
When he caught sight of me, I'm almost positive his optics turned to fire. "AND YOU BROUGHT A HUMAN IN HERE?! DO YOU KNOW THE KIND OF DISEASES OR MUTATIONS THAT COULD CAUSE?! NO, OF COURSE YOU DON'T YOU &#&%$&*ER!"
He went on and on, using some of the familiar cuss words I was used to and teaching me some new ones. Wheeljack just sat there patiently, as if being yelled at for his stupidity didn't bother him. Once Ratchet was done screaming, Wheeljack smiled (at least I think he did. Not really sure with that mask) and chirped, "Love you too, Doc!"
Said doc just sighed and started dragging the white, red and green mech away. When they were gone, I started walking off, thinking I was free. But as soon as I left the lab, I found myself staring into the optics of a semi-annoyed CMO.
"Just where do you think YOU'RE going?" he demanded.
"Um, away from you?" I answered honestly, staring up at him wit innocent and confused eyes.
"Oh, no." He started coming towards me. "You received burns and they need to be treated."
"You mean I have to go to the med-bay again?!" I squawked, backing away as he advanced. "I've already been there twice!"
"Yes, but you need to go again."
The tension rose in the air as I transformed to robot mode. "Look! No burns! See?" To confirm it, I looked down.
...and saw a charcol black covering my red paint job. "Slag!" I cried and made a break for it just as Ratchet lunged for me. He ended up eating dust while I sped down the hallways, yelling, "Look out! Coming through! Gain way!" Which earned me many kind-hearted replies like, "Learn to walk! Watch where yer going! & %#er!" But no time to thank them for their helpful advice, I had a homocidal medic on my trial!
"ELECTRIC STORM! GET BACK HERE!"
Ah, that brought back memories. Excpet I was usually being called Tammi (with a "Racer" added to it if the chaser was REALLY mad) instead of Electric Storm although on occasion they did call me that. And as in they I mean the...Decepticons.
Emotions fizzled up and caused me to loose my concentration; the one slip up Ratchet had been looking for. His servos clamped down on waist and jerked me back. I gave a high pitched squeal and began kicking and flailing my arms in an attempt to get away. A lousy attempt, but hey, it's still an attempt.
"Electric Storm...quit squirming!" the CMO growled, trying to get me under control.
But I didn't want to be controlled. I wanted to get away! "Not until you let me go!" I hollered.
As expected, he didn't let me go. He dragged me-kicking and screaming-all the way back to the med-bay. When I saw the doors leading to the dreaded place of whiteness and health, I grabbed onto the wall, desperate not to go in. Ratchet gave me a hard tug, trying to make me release my drath grip on the wall. "C'mon, now...let...go!"
But since he wouldn't let ME go, I wasn't going to let HIS WALL go. I'm sorry, wall. I'm sorry you had to be dragged into this. Just the casualities of war. Whatcha gonna do?
Finally, he pulled me enough so that my grip loosened. He was dragging me in. "NO!" I cried, fingers scrambling across the wall, trying to dig in. "I WANT TO LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!" And with that, I was sucked into the med-bay.
***
Needless to say, once I finally got into the med-bay, and Ratchet made me sit down (more like shoved me down) he was pretty ticked off. His normally gray face had turned red and he looked like he was someone. "Prowl, I need you down here right now," he said. "We've had a little—" He looked over to me with a dark glare. "—problem."
I gave Ratchet a curious look. "Why are you calling Prowl?"
"Because if I were going to punish you, I would get energon all over my nice clean med-bay."
My doorwings hitched at the word "punish". What did I do wrong (this time)? I didn't have long to ponder because soon Prowl thundered in. The black and white mech gave me a stiff nod. "We meet again."
Suddenly I felt like I was in one of those Star Wars movies. That Prowl was going to pull out a red lightsaber, and I'd pull out a blue lightsaber, we'd have an epic duel and I'd be all like "you killed my father!" Then he'd be all like "I AM your father!" Then I'd have to be all like "nooooooooooooo!" And right now I'm all like: dang, I really hope he ISN'T my father!
"Electric Storm, I-" he started but I cut him off by screaming, "YOU CAN'T PROVE YOUR MY FATHER!"
Almost instantly after I said it I slapped my hand over my mouth. Prowl was giving me the same look he did in the brig when I randomly yelled. Man, he probably thought I was mentally off.
After staring at me for a total of five seconds (which felt more like five hours) he tried again. "Electric Storm, you came in here yelling nd fighting Ratchet, right?"
I nodded. "Yup."
"Do you realize that could cause damage to our CMO's reputation?"
I shook my head. "Nope."
He bent down and looked me in the optic as if I were some sort of child. "The way you were acting makes people think he was hurting you. And he wasn't. You know that he doesn't hurt you, right?"
Now I wasn't sure whether to nod my head, shake my head, or what. I knew Ratchet was SUPPOSED to not hurt me, but currently he wasn't doing a good job. So I just gave Prowl the same look he had given me earlier. "Say whaaaaat?"
His doorwings tightened ever so slightly. "Ratchet; he doesn't hurt you."
"Yes he does!" I complained.
"No he doesn't."
"I think I would know if I'm feeling pain or not and I WAS feeling pain via Ratchet!"
"Okay, WHEN did he hurt you?"
"When he threw a wrench at me!"
"Ratchet does that with everyone. It doesn't count."
"Fine. He did it when he gave me a shot."
Prowl gave me a funny look. "But that was to help you."
"But it still hurt!"
He facepalmed and grumbled under his breath. Grabbing my arm he started pullung me out of the med-bay. "If you go to your room and don't cause trouble for the rest of the day, I won't throw you in the brig."
Ooh, yay! Freebie!
Someone clearing their throat behind us made Prowl's servo leave my arm. A touch I was now desperately missing. "After you het repeaired." And just like that, he walked away.
Ratchet turned to me with a sadiastic grin, his instruments of destruction in his hands.
"P-Prowl?" I called, backing up as Ratchet slowly made his way towards me; a lion stalking his prey. "You're not serious, right?"
No answer.
"Prowl?" My back hit the wall. I was trapped. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
**
Okay, now before I go into my present location, let me back up to the med-bay. While I was crying in pain like the big baby I was, three mechs had walked into the room. Well, more like ran. Wait, no, scratch that. They came in like a herd of stampeding elephants. Their names? Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and Jazz. The third guy I knew because I'd saved his tailpipe when me and the Con brothers were hunting for survivors after a victorious battle. I let him go but paid for it later dearly.
Anyway, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had something of interest and they and Jazz were fighting over it. Ratchet yelled at them to get out if they weren't hurting, otherwise he'd GIVE them a reason to be in the med-bay.
Now, the reason I'm mentioning this is because right now, they're in my room, still fighting over it, destroying what little order I had. I still didn't know what they were fighting over but at the moment I didn't care. My door wings were at a high angle, quivering with anger. It took all control I had not to chuck something at them. Those slaggers were invading MY personal space; my only oasis in this chaos. Not wanting to end up in the brig again, I took to screaming.
"YOU ALL, HAD BETTER GET OUTTA HERE RIGHT NOW, BEFORE I TELL PROWL YOU'RE MURDERING MY ROOM AND HE DROP KICKS YOUR SORRY TAILPIPES ALL THE WAY TO GOBOTRON AND BACK!"
There was a loud whoosh and next thing I know, I'm alone. But just to make sure they weren't waiting till I had calmed down to spring again, I stomped out of my room. It was hard to keep a straight face since I was practically beaming with all the power I had of sending three hard-headed mechs out. The happy mood halted when my metallic foot clanged against something. I looked down and my eyebrows shot up. "My computer?" I whispered breathlessly, turning to my human mode to better pick it up. Sure enough, the faded smiley face with angry eyebrows (curtosey of the D-con twins) was doodled on the lid.
How had my computer ended up out here? Hm...maybe it just fell out of my subspace when I was getting out my (now offline) DSI. I shrugged it off and walked back into my room, forgeting all about Jazz and the twins. I booted up my computer, feeling a sense of comfort at the familiar hum and glowing of the screen. I immediately went to my files that held all my rules for the Decepticon base, almost as a reflex. "What the...?"
My files were all gone! I reached my hand down to stick in my flashdrive in better-maybe it was just glitching-but to my shock, my flashdrive was gone too! Thinking it was merely in my subspace (but too lazy too look for it) I started a new document and labeled it Rules to remember: Rules for how NOT to die when living with Autobots.
It was time to lay down some rules.
*falls over* Phew! Finally done! And now that I'm looking over this chapter, I realize, I need a Beta ^_^"
Skids: *holds up Beta Fish* I got one for you! :D
Me: ...um...thank you? ~_^"
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