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Sunstreaker noticed that the Fleshing was quiet and stared blankly at the window. Since he had driven away from the first checkpoint, the Fleshing had grown silent. The Mechs at the checkpoint had removed whatever metal objects and items she had and didn't give it back. Even the cellphone had been taken away so she couldn't make a phone call to her parents. If she wanted to call her parents, it would be done in their presence.
Sunstreaker turned to the left, heading toward the newly rebuilt domed Megaplex or as the rebels called, 'Metropolis'. Where did these human rebels get these strange names? Sunstreaker could care less about what human rebels called their city or government. Slowing his speed down, he pulled into an huge opening. Then he came to a stop, various Mechs looking at him.
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The door swung open, almost making me fall from Sunstreaker's form if not for the seat belt still holding me. I looked around the large room, feeling like I was an ant. I heard a giant rumble from behind us and saw a large door closing and the sun wasn't visible. I shifted myself into Sunstreaker's form and the seat belt retracted. I left Sunstreaker's form, looking at the closed door. I swallowed and then heard the metal footsteps associated with the rumors.
"This is the Fleshing?" A stern voice asked. Turning around, a black and white Cybertronian stood there, his optics blue, not red. I retreated several steps as I took in his size and I found I was unable to breathe. They were huge. The rumors were true about them being huge and intimidating. "Designation?" the black and white asked.
I opened my mouth to speak, but found I couldn't. Instead, I was hyperventilating. "Designation?"
"Joyce Miller." Sunstreaker said in place of me.
"Joyce Miller-" the black and white said. "I see. You are not in league of the rebels."
I stumbled backwards to get away from the Cybertronians. It was then I heard a very angry voice. "Would the two of you give the poor fleshing room to calm down? She is hyperventilating!"
"Very well." the black and white transformed into a cop car and then right and left of me, every single Cybertronian changed into forms. They all changed into heavy machinery, cars, and some fighter airplanes. I shook my head no to clear my head.
"N-no." Seeing these various heavy machinery, some cars, and fighter airplanes were the last straw. The rumors were true then. "Y-You c-couldn't have-"
It turns out the Cybertronians were here for a very long time and were in hiding so maybe their takeover had been already ensured. I couldn't very well look for help when there were so many of them surrounding me and they'd stop me from running. "It is rather, different." the same voice said.
I spun around and a Mech standing right in front of me had me gasping. He had a lime-green look to him and I had a difficult time with all of him. I stumbled backwards until I fell onto my backside. I winced before crab-walking away from the Mech. "Perhaps visiting all of us is overwhelming for a young Fleshing." the Mech said shifting his gaze to me. I felt a tingly feeling and stiffened up as a servo descended down to pick me up. "Fleshing is coming with me." The Mech said, scooping my paralyzed ridden feared induced body up from the ground.
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Ratchet left the huge room and walked down a large brightly lit metal hall toward his Med-Bay. The poor fleshing was distressed and terrified of them. Whatever the rebels or whoever she had been associated with told her whatever they wanted to tell. "Who did you talk to?" Ratchet questioned.
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