Love Is A Battlefield-Chapter Two
The femme stood up, and surveyed her surroundings. Was it possible she had landed where she meant to? No, not with how damaged she was. Her glowing blue optics took in everything, categorizing and naming each thing. She deduced she was on Earth, at least, but the only question was where on Earth?
In her communication signals, she picked up something known as the World Wide Web, used by the inhabitants of Earth-humans-to communicate, and gather information. She found a transportation vehicle called a 'Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder,' and it seemed to fit her purposes. She scanned it.
A noise caught her off guard, and she whipped around: she found herself face-to-face with a mech. His glowing red optics flashed once, and a terrible, sickening grin appeared on his face. She reeled, stumbling.
The mech snarled as something hit him in the back. He recovered after falling forward, and turned to face his opponent. His opponent was a golden yellow mech, with bright blue optics.
The femme picked herself, up, and rested in a crouch, weighing her options. She decided her best choice was to go with the golden yellow mech. She sprang out of her crouch, kicked the black-and-white mech-whom she figured was a Decepticon-in the head. Taking advantage of his disorientation, she landed another hit, this time directly to his chest. The Decepticon reeled.
He snarled again, and made a lunge at her. She danced aside, and backflipped, landing feet first on his head.
The Decepticon fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Who are you?" she asked the other mech, using Cybertronian.
"Sunstreaker. What about you?" he asked suspiciously.
"I'm Goldfire…Autobot Goldfire. I'm looking for Optimus Prime; I received his transmission." Goldfire's light golden color glinted in the sunlight. She looked Sunstreaker over, noticing the Autobot insignia.
"I didn't know there were any Autobot femmes left" He still seemed very suspicious.
"I was with several others. I volunteered to come down to Earth, find Optimus Prime and the other Autobots, then signal to the other femmes when it was safe." She paused, frowning. "Is it safe?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's safe. You might wanna learn English, though, Goldfire. The humans can't understand Cybertronian." Sunstreaker clearly showed distaste for humans.
Goldfire quickly looked up 'English' on the World Wide Web, and downloaded all the information she could on it. "Why does English have so many dialects?" she asked. "It makes downloading it all a pain."
Sunstreaker chuckled. "I prefer Cybertronian, but Optimus says it's best for us to use English." He sighed. "So…you were looking for Optimus, right?" he asked.
"Right," Goldfire replied. "So I can have him send a transmission to the other femmes."
"Who's up there?"
"Oh, lots of us. I'll tell you, if you tell me who's down here." She grinned broadly.
"Fine. With Jazz back…we have Optimus, myself, my brother Sideswipe, Bumblebee, Bluestreak, Wheeljack, Prowl, and Ratchet," he replied, a little icily.
"Ok. So, 'up there,' as you so eloquently put it, we have…" She trailed off, catching sight of a meteor falling to the Earth.
"Oh slaggit! I told her to stay there, and what does she do? Defies me and her mother!" she cried exasperatedly.
"Who?" asked Sunstreaker.
"Oceana! She knew Bumblebee was down here, she always knows things like that! She's always too intelligent for her own good." Goldfire groaned as the meteor hit the Earth. She transformed, and drove off towards the site. Sunstreaker took off after her.
"Who's Oceana, and what does Bee have to do with any of this?" he asked.
"Oceana is one of the femmes…she's in love with him," Goldfire replied, speeding up. She raced ahead of Sunstreaker, a light gold blur in the sunlight.
"Ok… Hey, wait up!"
The two made it to the site, where a small femme protoform was just standing up. Her bright blue optics dimmed, then flashed. Her body rearranged itself, turning a shimmery teal color. She looked over, and spied Sunstreaker and Goldfire. "…Hey Goldfire," she said weakly.
"Oceana, why on all Cybertron did you come down here? Your mother and I both told you to stay, but did you? No!" Goldfire exclaimed, reverting to Cybertronian in anger.
"I'm sorry," Oceana murmured.
"Alright, alright, don't go all submissive on me. Just get an alt mode, download the language 'English,' and come on," she relented. The light gold femme sighed, impatiently waiting for the younger femme to be ready.
"Ok…I think I'm ready." Oceana transformed into a teal-colored Toyota MR2 Spyder, and revved her engine.
"Good. Let's get back to the others," Sunstreaker grumbled. He transformed, and drove ahead a little. Goldfire transformed as well, and nudged his bumper. He zoomed off, and the two femmes sped off after him. Oceana trailed behind the two Lamborghinis, and, in their exhilaration of the race, was left behind. She pulled over, hoping to at least contact someone. She broadcast an open comm link.
"This is Autobot Oceana, and Autobots in the vicinity, please respond," Oceana said, almost pleading.
"Oceana?" The familiar voice came on her comm link.
"Bumblebee!" she yelped. "Oh 'Bee, it's so good to-"
"Ana! Oh thank Primus you're alright! We thought…we though all the femmes were…dead."
Oceana gasped. "How could you think that? There's a whole bunch of femmes just waiting for the go-ahead to come down! Goldfire and Sunstreaker were racing, and I got left behind… 'Bee, could you help me get back?" she asked sweetly.
"Of course! Here, I'll transmit a map. I have to go, Optimus needs me, but I'll see you when you get here," Bumblebee replied, not sounding happy about going.
"Alright, I'll see you then." Oceana downloaded the map, and sped off towards the base.
High above, on the moon, three femmes listened to comm link chatter from the Autobots. One, a sparkling silver-and-red femme, sighed, and lay back on the ground. "This is terrible, sitting up here, listening to our mechs talking. When're we gonna go down?" she asked impatiently.
"Oh come on, it's not too terrible. We'll be down soon, knowing Goldfire and her love for speed. It's the main reason we sent her down." Another femme, a midnight blue color, turned away from the Earth. She smiled at the silver-and-red femme, who shook her head.
"Milana, you always say everything's better than it is," she laughed.
"Yes, but at least I'm not listening to loud music all the time," Milana said. She winked, keeping the mood light.
"Hmph. You don't get on Jazz for listening," she retorted.
"Maybe because we're all used to that. We aren't used to you listening, Silverstar," Milana chided.
"Aw, come on! He's my sparkmate; I'm not allowed to listen to the same kind of music?" Silverstar asked, jokingly. She rolled over, looking off at the Earth.
Milana huffed, and turned away. Silverstar was very irritable without Jazz around. In fact, all of them were more irritable without their mechs. All except Oceana and Wingdancer. Oceana was still young, and rarely got angry, or even irritated.
Wingdancer was…different. She rarely spoke, yet was one of the best in battle. She often would sit for hours by herself, back on Cybertron. Then, when there was an attack, she would be one of the best fighters, almost the turning point. The only one who had ever been able to carry on any type of conversation with her was Bluestreak. Not because she never was bothered when she couldn't get a word in, but because she was possibly the only one who could get a word in. Bluestreak wanted to hear her side of a conversation.
Milana smiled at the thought of the quiet, shy Wingdancer and the young, talkative gunner. She looked over at the pale lavender femme, and sighed deeply. "Hey, Wing," she called.
Wingdancer turned her head, acknowledging Milana.
Milana walked over, and sat down next to her. "You miss him, don't you?" she asked kindly.
She nodded, looking off at the Earth. She was still listening to the comm links. The lavender femme sighed, and ever so slightly turned her body away. Milana took this as a sign to leave, which she did.
Wingdancer turned her attention away from the comm link, instead choosing to look for signs of Cybertronians entering the atmosphere. She didn't think anyone would be coming, but it never hurt to look. Or have a good distraction.
The day dragged on, and the femmes grew very bored. The others were all off exploring the moon, or in stasis. It was Silverstar who broke the lengthy silence: "Hey Milana? D'ya know where Wingdancer is?" she asked.
Milana sat up, and looked around sleepily. "No… Oh no. She must've gone to Earth!" she cried. She shot up, but Silverstar put a restraining hand on her arm. "If she went to Earth, the best thing we can do right now is wait. We'll get the signal from Goldfire or Oceana any time now," she said gently.
"Since when are you the voice of reason?" Milana asked. But she lay back down all the same.
Goldfire screamed as loudly as possible, "Sunstreaker! Get your aft back here!"
The golden yellow twin just laughed. "Come and get me, then!" he retorted, continuing up the mountain path. The light gold femme did just that, tackling him. He transformed, and they tumbled, with Goldfire ending up on top.
"Get offa me!" he growled.
"Not a chance, Sunny."
Sunstreaker pushed her off, and jumped up. She threw all her weight onto him, and they rolled down the hill. This time, he ended up on top.
"Ok, I give," Goldfire relented. Sunstreaker got up, only to be shoved to the ground.
"I thought you gave up!" he cried.
"I did. After that," she laughed. She helped him up, and the two made their way up to the summit, and sat there. Goldfire looked off at the sunset, focusing all her attention. She hadn't seen a sunset in years.
Sunstreaker looked at her face, unable to tear his gaze away. He absorbed her every feature, drinking it in. His gaze caressed her, and he felt a deep longing, one he hadn't ever felt before.
"Sunny? You ok?" she asked, turning to face him.
Sunstreaker blinked, and nodded. "Yeah." He reached out, and took her hand gently. She looked at him once more, then turned back to the sunset. Sunstreaker continued to look at her face, almost shaking with longing. What's wrong with me?
So, chapter two up FINALLY!!! Yay! And I've introduced FIVE femmes!
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