T^T I do not own transformers, but I do thank the creators for creating this awesomesauce of a show/movie/ ect. Enjoy and pretty please, review and point out any of my mistakes! I wish to learn from them!
By the way, I do NOT like the Twilight series. I am talking like the Twilight Zone or night sky or whatever twilight is. GOT THAT!
My use of Cybertronian time:
Astrosecond: 273 seconds
Breem: 8.3 minutes
Cycle: full day
Decacycle: 1 year
Groon: 1 hour
Joor: 6 hours
Klik: 1 minute
Mega-cycle: 93 hours
Meta-cycle: 13 months
Nano-klik: 1 second
Orbital-cycle: 1 month
Solar cycle: 1 day
Stellar cycle: 7.5 months
Vorn: 83 years
I would like to thank Diamond White for these! THANK YOU!
[ Wow. I was so young when I wrote the above. I still dislike Twilight. The movies just. And the book. There is so much I could mark wrong. I read the first book. I found eighth grade grammar mistakes. EIGHTH. But I like the name Twilight for my sweet little creation. I feel for the actors. They did a good job performing the characters as the book told them. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me and Twilight lovers thanks for not sending your hate. LOVE YOU ALL! My end button key is broken T^T why laptop why! ]
Operation: Meet the Family
"Ow, where are we?" Radio asked to the darkness. It resembled the void only the air here held a thickness to it. Unlike the nothing in the void.
"Radioactive what took you so long?" FireRose commented stepping out of the darkness like a specter.
"Beta's here and has stuff to tell us." Kinetix said appearing with the others out of a ruby mist.
"Yes indeed. Now then let's begin. When you all wake up they will question you wondering how you got on the battle field. Here is the story Primus and Prima came up with. You all lived together in an underground base with Ultra Magnus training in Kaon. After awhile it became too dangerous and you all had to move to Stanix and there you continued your training. Sentinel Prime was there as well. To be blunt, he hates you all except for Aquamarine." Beta began but stopped for Radio had raised her hand. "Yes?"
"So he is Rose and I's punching bag?" She asked hopefully. She never liked any form of Sentinel Prime.
"Yes. You femmes had completed your training. With both Ultra Magnus and Sentinel, you were making your way to Iacon to meet up with the other Autobots. I understand that you have favorite music stored in your processors from Earth and hold other Earthly tendencies; the excuse for that is during your studies you studied different planets and their cultures taking a liking to its music. Back to the plan, on the ship Sentinel 'hit on' as you would say on Aquamarine causing her to run away and cry by the back of the hanger door of the ship. Kinetix, FireRose, Radioactive, and Nightblade saw her run and ran after her while Swiftwing and Shadow had just entered the hanger. They ran over to her but Sentinel, being the aft he is—the girls snickered at that and gained a grin from the celestial femme—, shoved them making them tumble and pull the lever that opened the loading pad. You then crashed into the enraged FireRose and Radioactive, who crashed into the others and you all fell out of the ship right into the middle of the battle. Since Primus is Primus he made it so that happened. To most of you Ultra Magnus is like a father or uncle to you. More or less have him wrapped around you little digit. That doesn't mean in training he didn't give you all a run for your money—she jested. Now it is time to wake up. Good luck!" Beta finished as she disappeared into her now becoming signature silver mist.
"Alright girls, FireRose and I will do our best to answer the questions so just go with the flow and keep the lie going." Radioactive said earning a nod from FireRose when she looked over. The girls agreed and they all slipped back into recharge.
"Hey Radio. Radioactive? Radioactive?...RADIO GET UP!" FireRose started as a whisper but turned it into a scream in Radioactive's audio.
"WAAHH!" Radio screamed flinging her arms and legs in every direction and proceeds to fall off the berth in a mess of the metal sheet covers. The coverings covered her helm as she sat up looking around.
"Who turned out the lights?" She asked her voice muffled.
The other femmes erupted into a fit of laughter as she peeked out from under the sheet innocently with both arms raised over her helm. She moved to stand but moved too fast and bashed her helm on the underside of the berth, yelping as she fell back to the floor.
"Ow. Where the frag are we?" She asked one hand rubbing her helm while the other she leaned back on.
"Ratchet's medbay; you've been out for about four days or four cycles." FireRose answered as Radio clambered back up on the huge berth that FireRose was sitting on.
"How is every femme?" Radioactive asked concerned. She sent a sweeping gaze over her sisters. They all rested either sharing a berth or alone.
"You all are back in form fit condition but you all will be sore for a time." Ratchet's voice startled the femmes as they turned and were greeted by the red and white mech. "This is MoonRacer, my assistant and it seems you already know me." He indicated to a lighter shade of purple-baby blue femme, who was taller than the girls.
"You're pretty." Aquamarine said in almost a whisper.
"Thank you young femme." MoonRacer said with a sweet smile.
"Just for the record; we are NOT younglings!" FireRose interjected causing the other bots to smile understandingly. As if something hit her, Radio's optics flashed and she bolted upright.
"What happened to the sparkling?" She asked worriedly. She became far too attached far too easily. Especially with kids.
"She is fine thanks to you femmes. Now, are you really that femmeling's danni? I doubt it for you seem to be far too young to have a sparkmate yet." Ratchet questioned.
He worried nowadays that the Decepticons had begun to force carrier frames to spark. Since this group of femmes held such mystery the possibility of them being escaped prisoners held strength. Though it would not explain their warrior builds. His old spark held true to the ways of treating carriers and it raged at the thought of such young ones being treated in such a ruthless manner.
"No, I am not her danni. Does she not have creators?" Radio replied sadness filled her voice. She really liked the little one whose mire thought of tugged at her spark.
"It seems that she doesn't." Ratchet answered gently. Her words relaxed his spark but it did not answer his unsaid ponderings.
The medbay doors swished open as Prowl, Ironhide, Chromia, Elita, and Optimus Prime entered. The sparkling in question was held by Elita and started clicking happily and wiggling trying to get out of the grasp Elita held her in.
"Danni!" She squealed as she finally broke free and rushed over to Radio's berth. The femmes here had kept her from finding her danni for so long. She used every trick she had and had almost made it into the vents when that one mech stopped her. Now she was with her danni. Everything was perfect!
Startled, Radio once again face planted the floor leaving her legs still on the berth. The other femmes stifled giggles as the rest of her clanged to her right and she rolled onto her uninjured side. She sat up just as the sparkling flung herself to Radio's neck making Radioactive react and jump to a stand. Unfortunately, the overhang of the berth knocked her back down.
"OW! Hey femmeling are you alright?" She asked hugging the sparkling with one arm and the free servo rubbed her aching helm.
"Uh huh!" She chirped and snuggled into Radio's neck wires.
"I am telling you, these berths are out to get me. Eeevviilll!" Radio said glaring at the berth then turning her death glare to the other femmes who were clenching their sides in pain from laughing so hard. Radio stood carefully up with a huff.
"This is not the time for a giggle fit femmes! We are in front of higher ranking officers and you all choose to giggle at my pain, which I, myself, find funny in all good humor but it must come to an end." Radio scolded the others with the sparkling in one arm and a hand on her hip. Huffing she said, "Fine be that way, I'll take over command for now oh fearless leader, FireRose." She turned to face the Autobots. Optimus Prime spoke up after composing himself.
"Welcome to the Autobot base in Iacon. I do apologize for some of us thought of the scene before a humorous."
"No problem, sir. I am a klutz so I am used to it. My designation is Radioactive, second in command of the femme troop under the command of FireRose Prime, codename W.I.S.H, sir." Radioactive answers as if she had said it millions of time and was filled with confidence.
BASH!
Everybot turned their helms to see FireRose now on the floor trying to regain her composure.
"Oh Rosie, what an amazing commander you truly are." Radio chided softly while shifting her weight moving the sparkling who was giggling.
"OW!" She yelped as she fell down after clashing her helm to the berth then using the berth to pull herself up.
"Kkkaarrrmmmaa." Radio sang with a smirk.
"Gggrr." FireRose scowled at the berth.
"Commander, please reframe from your glaring and introduce yourself. Or do I have to do everything?" Radio asked.
"Alright. Alright. Primus! Radio you can be soo annoying!" FireRose huffed over dramatically.
"I try." Radio replied with a shrug. FireRose walked up to the Autobots and stuck her hand—servo—out to Optimus.
"Designation: FireRose Prime, leader of this division. Right now my helm hurts so any questions can go to my second in command now danniluk to a sparkling." She said still holding back hugging the other Prime. She skillfully ignored the surprised looks and gasps at the statement of her Prime-ship-ness.
"HEY! I know you're just jealous this adorable, cute, sweet spark of a sparkling picked me over you." Radio jokingly queered back with a smirk.
"So you're gonna be her surrogate mother?" Rose challenged wither her hands on hips.
"Can I Ratchet?" Radioactive turned to Ratchet with optics shinning with hope.
"If the sparkling sends you a link then you may. If we find the real creators then you will have to deal with the consequences." Ratchet replied quickly looking away from the look. Slagging femmes and their bright optics, they would never win against him.
"Thank you sir!" Radio chirped and snuggled her helm against the sparkling's helm making the little one giggle.
"This is our medic in training, Kinetix." FireRose gestured to the now standing white femme.
"Hello sirs and madams." Kinetix answered stepping up to the left of FireRose.
"I am Nightblade. The spy ninjbot of the group." Nightblade said hopping off her berth and walked over to Radio. "The aquamarine femme is Aquamarine." Nightblade continued pointing towards Aqua who gently kicked her pedes from her spot on her berth.
"Nightblade it is rude to point fingers." Radio said her eyes—optics—not leaving the sparkling's.
"Whoops, Ehehe sorry." Nightblade said rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.
"Hi." Aqua called with a small shy wave.
"And last but certainly not least, our two seekers." Radioactive said in a TV show host voice and a wave of her hand indicating the last femmes.
"Hey, I am Swiftwing." Flexing her wings a bit as she walked over to the group noting how small they were compared to the others. Radio and FireRose just barely reached Elita's chin. The rest of the femmes were only a bit shorter then Radio (the tallest) but still there was a great difference between them and the other Autobots. The Autobots stared at her a bit before Shadow cleared her vocal wires.
"I guess I'm last. Oh well, I am Shadow Seeker. Just call me Shadow." She said with a smirk and a bow.
"Welcome all of you." Optimus said his optics never leaving FireRose's. "I am Optimus Prime, commander of the Autobots; this is Prowl, my second in command, and Ironhide, our weapons specialist with his sparkmate Chromia, who is Elita-one's second in command. Elita is our commander of the femmes."
"Elita-One." FireRose started sounding miffed.
'Rose, we are just few but we have to go under her command. Just tell her she calls the shots but in battle you lead us for missions. Calm down.' Radio sent over the link/bond thing sensing FireRose's dislike. She also sent a calming wave of support.
'Fine.' FireRose sent back. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I understand that two femme commanders is a bit weird but most of the time Radioactive takes charge since I just start fighting. It's an honor to serve under you but when my group is on missions please understand me and Radio kind of take charge. Ehehe." FireRose said a bit more polite with a smile.
"Likewise, FireRose. I feel no trouble with you in command with your team." Elita approved shaking FireRose's hand with a smile. She felt only minute hostiles from the young commander but it was gone before the pink warrior could understand it. What she did understand were the love struck looks the young one gave Optimus. The femme commander snickered inwardly. Maybe she would finally have a femme to complement her dear friend. That is, if she read her leader correctly.
"All of us are a family, many say were sisters but not by energon." Radio started softly not caring for the looks given to her. "What is your name little one?" Radio cooed to the sparkling.
"Wah?" Came the confused and innocent answer.
"What did others call you?" Radio rephrased tilting her helm to the side.
"Sparkling, they call me sparkling or whelp or ingrate and some bad wards." She answered with a chirp.
"Well now, let's find something prettier to call you, okay?" Radio replied while vowing unholy wrath upon the mechs who said such things to her baby.
"Oakey! Danni!" She clicked and chirped.
"Alrighty-O, let's go! Time to put our helms together!" Radio declared.
"Okay." Shadow said and clashed her helm to Radio's while avoiding hurting the sparkling.
"OW!" They both whimpered clenching their helms with their free arms.
"You know damn well what I meant when I said that Shadow." Radio growled as she cradled her poor helm. Just not her day, huh?
"Wrecker Radioactive! Watch your language in front of a sparkling!" Kinetix hissed.
"Whoops! And I was doing so well at holding it back." Radio moaned as she tried to avoid the death glare Kinetix gave her.
"I do have a needle with your name on it Radio." She said. Radio's optics widens a bit before she rushed to the nearest berth.
"Okay! Sweetspark let's come up with that designation we were talking about." Radio rushed saying as she sat down on the berth. Not really caring that the other femme's started laughing again.
"Let me think, Midnight? No you are not entirely black you are a navy blue purple hue. Reminds me of sitting at the table staring off into the twilight sky." Radio paused in deep thought before smiling. "That's it! From now on you are Wrecker Twilight! The light of my optics!" Radio announced as she held Twilight up and brought her into a big hug.
"Twilight! Twilight like name Danni!" Twilight cheered happily.
"Say thank-you sweetspark." Radio added.
"Tank-ou danniluk!" She grinned with glee.
"AAawwww! You are just the cutest thing ever!" Radio gushed as she bear hugged the squirming and giggling sparkling. Twilight chirped at the love as the creator bond formed between them.
"Aaawwww." The other femmes cooed in unison.
"Shut up, we're not that cute." Radio blushed rolling her optics.
"Yes, you are Radio. Deal with it." Swiftwing said crossing her arms. Radio turned, squinted her optics and stuck her glossa out childishly.
"Radioactive." Kinetix warned as Radio quickly straighten up.
"Sooo, where are we gonna stay?" Nightblade asked clasping her hands breaking the possible needle attack. Optimus turned from FireRose abruptly; as if brought out of a dream world.
"Yes, we will find rooms for you to use immediately." He stated regaining his composure.
'Heeyy Rosie, I think he likes you.' Shadow teased over the secret bond link.
'Shut up. It's hard enough to hold back hugging him as it is. Don't tease meh!' FireRose cried back but kept a stern look on the outside.
'Relax girls, I have a good feeling about this place but there is this nagging that something is going to happen.' Radio sent over.
'It's just you creator feelings getting at you Radio.' Kinetix sent dismissing her friend's words. New place and world would get at you.
Radio was not so sure but kept her optics out and shared a look with Shadow and Nightblade. As the ninja of the group, Nightblade always was on look out and she took her job seriously. Shadow nodded in silent agreement to keep an optic on her own vibe senses.
Chromia observed the rag tag group with glee. These new femmes looked like fun. She felt she could trust them but she also felt as if the Twin's set a prank up. She would have to be on the lookout with this group.
"Come with us, we need to introduce you eight to the rest of the femmes." Elite said with a smile as she locked arms with Aqua. Chromia did the same with Radio and Twilight. MoonRacer followed with the seekers. The femmes exited leaving the mechs behind. Prowl stared at Optimus whose optics never left the leader of the new femmes.
Prowl gathered his observations and computed the notations. The team feared the medic. Similar to their own base. The team was very informal but understood basic formalities. The team went into a natural defensive formation when confronted. The team held strong relationship ties with each other. The medic held strong love for the group. The second in command was very outspoken in her adoration of the team along with the seekers and saboteur of the group. The Prime threw his calculations off. She still held the reins in the group but allowed her second to rally the troops. The scout—from what he deciphered from the groups actions—was very protected. He deduced that she was the scout by the way she observed the group and held to the back of the group. The neutral seeker was odd while the other held charm. His thoughts lingered back to the saboteur of the group and sent a ping to his bondmate to follow up on her. Jazz liked to know about other spies in the group. He wanted to start a club. What held the logical mech was his Primes own actions. It had been millennia since the ex-patrol bot had seen Optimus act as a new leader. Upon the urging of his bondmate, Prowl relented and questioned his leader.
"Prime, are you feeling alright? Or is it normal for you to stare at a pretty femme whose name is that of a Prime with a spitfire personality?" Prowl stated receiving a shocked look on Prime's face as he stumbled forward, optics shuttering in disbelief of what was asked of him. The others chuckled behind their servos as Prime gazed in shock of the younger mech.
"Wha-what do you mean Prowl?" Optimus stuttered trying to regain his composure once more.
"Optimus, you were nearly drooling energon when you spoke with her." Ironhide chuckled, his red armor shaking. Optimus crossed his arms over his chest definitely.
Was it wrong that he felt such a pull upon his spark towards the femme? One such pull he had never felt like before? No, and as such he held no need for his friends teasing.
"And, what of it?" He retorted sternly.
"Haha, oh this is too good. Not even an orn after we put you on the spot Prime for being unbonded a femme comes along and catches you off guard. Too perfect." Ratchet chuckled deeply at the now annoyed Prime.
"Aah, I see now, you have stated an infatuation with this new femme who shares a role of leadership like yourself." Prowl said in continuation. Since he was with Jazz he never really thought of the others and their private matters as it held none of his business in doing so.
"Prime, you have the same look in your optics as I did when I first saw Chromia, ahaha! You're helm over pedes ahaha!" Ironhide laughed clenching his sides as he collapses in a fit.
This was too good. Ironhide thanked the Primes above. Optimus needed someone. What timing too!
"Now, Ironhide don't go comparing you lovesick moments to Prime's." Ratchet tried to scowl but failed as he, himself, began to shake with laughter.
Optimus huffed before chuckling fondly at his closest friends' laughter. It felt good to laugh again even at his own expense.
"I wonder what's so funny." Aqua asked out loud as they headed down the hallway. The sounds of howling laughter erupted from the medbay.
"Aw, mechs will be mechs sweetspark." Chromia chimed with a laugh.
The young femmes absorbed the hallway as the silver walls met bronze ceiling tiles shining with unseen light.
"Ooo pretty!" Twilight cooed and received another set of awes and hugs from Radio.
"The work shifts are almost over so we will introduce you to the other femmes then head over to the main lounge where the other mechs will be." Elita explained.
As if something clicked Radio started to panic as did Aqua. Both were never really good at being in front of large groups.
"What's wrong hun?" Chromia asked worriedly.
"Radio, don't tell me your shyness is acting up now?" FireRose huffed as the Seekers groaned.
Radio, back on earth, had been so shy she locked her voice away scared of being bullied again and away from her friends when she really did not know what to do in situations. Aqua only held a lesser reaction of shyness but never shut away her voice like Radio had.
"I can handle it." She mumbled hugging Twilight, to the sparkling's joy, tighter.
"Don't fret we will be with you." Elita said reassuringly.
'FireRose, as long as Elita's not Optimus's sparkmate she's really nice. She seems kind and caring.' Radioactive sent over the link. Understanding bloomed from the other side.
'Yeah, I guess so. As long as she stays away from my mech!' FireRose retorted back only to be met with giggles from the others and confused but knowing looks from the elder femmes.
We will start off in the next (part 2) there so reread this one then read the next to understand sorry
[ Holy tacos! I have been at this since 11 am! Crazy. Ok folks I am stopping here on updating for May 28, 2015 and I will see you all next week. Bye! Or later. Depends on if I have a job yet or not. –Radioactive]