CHAPTER SIX

The Elite Guard

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Emma: Has the whole world gone crazy, or does EVERY girl (except for Meg's two best friends) think giant transforming robots are hot?

Zikya: Shexy. Or smexy, whichever you prefer.

Emma: I prefer mine small and yellow, thanks. You?

Zikya: I…

Wheeljack: *Comes into the room*

Zikya: For visual references, may I direct your attention to the tall, handsome bot with the faceplate on?

Zikya & Emma: *Both start laughing*

Wheeljack: *Has no idea what's going on*

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The Elite Guard arrived that morning, but I was totally unprepared for it. I mean, I'd been expecting it to happen and all. The army knew about it, and so they'd managed to broadcast something about an early morning meteor shower…or, something. I didn't know.

Anyway, so I was outside, and so were Bee, Honey Bee, Shooting Star and Ratchet.

I had slight burns on my body, nothing too serious.

Ratchet was really worried about me.

"Does it hurt to breathe?" He asked me, for the ten billionth time.

I shook my head no.

It hurt to talk.

That's what Ratchet's next question was. "Does it hurt to talk?"

I nodded.

"What about moving?"

I shrugged.

Ratchet gave me a Look.

"It's not her fault, doc-bot," Said Bee, who hadn't left my side for a minute since he'd found me last night. "We need to find out what that thing was…"

I tapped his chest plate and he looked down at me. I signed something to him.

"Oh, right," Bee looked back at an amused Ratchet. "Before the Decepticons use it on someone else…"

All three of us glanced at my twins then, who were playing some sort of complicated spy game with Sunny and Sides (in their holoforms).

If anything like that should happen to my girls…the burning, searing pain of being electrocuted…it was horrible.

Wheeljack suddenly stuck his head outside and called: "Ratchet! I think I know what those things were!"

Ratchet was on his feet in an instant, and running towards the base.

Bee glanced at me, obviously torn between finding out what those things were, and staying with me.

I wasn't leaving my girls.

I made the 'go, go' signs, as I climbed down from him and stood on the grass.

Bee paused, and then sighed. He walked into the base.

"I WIN!!" Honey Bee suddenly shouted, and she and Sunny slapped each other a hi-five.

I smiled, and turned towards the forest.

Five giant robots walked out of the trees.

I couldn't say anything – I didn't know who they were, or where they had come from.

Were they Autobots…or Decepticons?

I stood there, stock-still, and then I made my decision.

I began to walk towards them, focusing on the bright blue optics of four of them, and the yellow optics of one of them.

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I stopped in the centre of the field, and the five Autobots stopped too.

The one in the centre was the most imposing of all. He was blue and orange, and didn't look like he'd be much of a pushover compared to, say, Bumblebee.

I guessed this orange and blue bot was their leader.

To his right were two, well, strange looking Autobots – one was green, one was orange. A normal person might've said they were ugly, but I was always taught to look beyond looks, so I saw…something that wanted to be beauty there.

To their leader's left were two more Autobots. They gave me the impression, straight away, of being flying bots. One was orange and white, and he had yellow optics. He was wearing what looked like goggles on his forehead.

Hey, I thought. Digimon called – they want their goggle-head back!

The other was blue and black with a little bit of yellow, and had the standard blue optics.

Nobody said anything (yeah right, like I was gonna be the one to say anything).

Then, suddenly, yellow-optics spoke – in a Russian-accent. "I think it's hurt…"

Forgetting that nobody but me and Bee know sign language, I began signing angrily away. I AM NOT AN IT!! I'M A SHE!!

"Whoa…what's it doing?" The green Autobot wondered. They were all staring at me like I was the alien!

"It's probably dangerous!" Their leader cried. "We should restrain it immediately!" His actions indicated that he was indeed about to do that.

My eyes narrowed angrily. YOU WANT DANGEROUS, I'LL SHOW YOU DANGEROUS!!

I leapt into the sky and transformed.

It hurt, for some reason. The liquid metal, that is, running over my burns, but it was soon replaced by the cool, calm feeling I got from being in control.

From being a free butterfly.

I wasn't going to hurt them, really. I wasn't even aiming for the four on the outside – I just wanted to teach their leader a lesson.

He didn't seem at all surprise when I slammed into him, but he was surprised when I dented his armour a fair amount.

"DISGUSTING ORGANIC SLAG!!!!" Their leader suddenly yelled, and slammed his fist right into my chest.

I wasn't going down without a fight, or so I thought. As the side of his wrist was pushing me away from him, I suddenly coughed up some blood, and it landed on his armour.

"AAUURRGGHH!!" He yelled, and fell over backwards in horror. "IT SPITS ACID THAT BURNS!!!!"

I landed on the ground and attempted to get up, wiping the blood away from my chin as the other four strange Autobots just stared at me.

"You know brother, for a dangerous organic it's kind of cute…" Mr. yellow-optic said.

"For an organic." His brother agreed.

"Jetfire, Jetstorm, please focus…" Their leader growled angrily.

Jetfire? Jetstorm? Suddenly, I realised what we were dealing with.

Suddenly, the twin robots of Sunstreaker and Sidewipe were in front of me, protecting me.

My own twins were at my side in a second, and soon we were joined by the others.

"Sentinel!" Optimus said, standing between us all like a negotiator. "You…finally got here!"

"Too right we did, Optimus!" Sentinel growled angrily, and I could see more then a few fair-sized dent in his chest plate. "Only to have that organic attack us!" He looked around. "Where did it go, anyway?"

"She's over here," Bee said, picking me up and putting me on his shoulder. I began signing away fervently. "And she says that you attacked her first – she was just acting out of self-defence." More signing. "Also, she's a she, not an it. Learn your nouns, Sentinel."

Sentinel looked livid.

I patted Bee's cheek plate. That'll do Bee, that'll do.

Optimus stepped in to prevent an argument. "Sentinel, I see you've already met with…our Princess," He said, using the name the others had given me long ago. "This is Emma…"

"That's Emma!?" The other Russian-accented Autobot exclaimed.

"And her daughters…" Optimus went on.

Sideswipe picked up Shooting Star.

"Shooting Star…"

"Pleased to make your acquaintance." She said politely, bowing her head.

"And Honey Bee."

Sunstreaker picked up Honey Bee. She looked around at the Elite Guard, and said: "Yo, 'sup bitches?"

Everyone but me gasped. I jut had to settled for arranging my face into a look of shock.

"Jazz, why the slag did you teach a two year old that!!??" Elita1 yelled. She whacked Jazz on the side of the head. Then, she walked forward, a smile on her face. "Sentinel…it's been a long time…"

"E-Elita…" Sentinel seemed at a loss for words.

Optimus seemed to sense that thing were taking a more civilized turn, and so he said: "Emma, Zikya…Honey Bee and Shooting Star, this is the Elite Guard. Sentinel Prime,"

Sentinel merely glanced at us.

"Jetfire and Jetstorm,"

Ah, so these were the famous twins Ratchet had been dreading. I looked at them, and thought I knew why.

"And…it seems you brought Skids and Mudflap with you, too…" Optimus finished.

"Although for the life of me, I don't know why he did!" Ratchet groaned, and I looked at him. He looked positively horrified, like he'd rather be facing Decepticons then this!

I exchanged a look with Bee, and he grinned, winking.

I giggled.

Sentinel gave us a plain look of disbelief.

Jetfire suddenly walked forward, so that he was standing level with Shooting Star, who was on Sideswipe's shoulder.

They stared at each other for a long time. Jetstorm was also staring at Shooting Star.

"Emma, you should transform back…" Ratchet said from behind me.

I nodded, and transformed back into my human-self, my eyes still glued on Jetfire and Jetstorm, who couldn't take their optics off of my youngest daughter.

She was staring back at them.

Something had changed then, but I wasn't sure what it was.

"Emma!" Ratchet suddenly cried. "Your wounds are healed!"

That wasn't it.

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Meg: What I this place?

Bumblebee: Where are we?

Voiceover: Welcome to the well of…

Sunstreaker: NOT OF ALL-SPARKS!!!! NOOOOOO!!!! I'M TO BEAUTIFUL TO DIE!!!!

Ratchet: Oh shut up!!

Voiceover: ;^_^ I was actually going to say, welcome to the well of OCC's.

Meg: Why?

Voiceover: Well, no, X more like it…

Meg: What?

Voiceover: Look, I'm saying that you need some more female characters, and the only way to get them is through OCC's! So, here you are…

Meg, Bumblebee, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker & Ratchet: Oh. ;^_^

Meg: But…I don't understand why Bee, Sunny, 'Sides and Ratchet are here too…and where is Sentinel!? He should be here by now…

Voiceover: He's not here.

Sideswipe & Sunstreaker: Oh, we'll find him! *Grinning evilly as they leave*

Ratchet: Hoo boy, I'd better go with those two delinquents. *Leaves*

Meg: Well Bee, looks like it's just you and me!

Bumblebee: Yeah! *Hugs Meg* Okay, what do we need?

Meg: We need…at least three more OCC's, all female.

Bumblebee: Why?

Meg: No, X!

Bumblebee: But wh…umm…

Meg: Oh, I get it. Well, because Sideswipe, Ratchet and Jazz need love too.

Bumblebee: What about Prowl, Skids and Mudflap?

Meg: Oh, I have plans for them. So, anyway, I need OCC's, otherwise I'll have to think them up by myself! Just fill in this form, and away we go! *Waves bit of paper around*

Name: - And, yes, she can be an Autobot/Decepticon too, she doesn't have to be a human! XD

Age:

Description: - What does she look like? If she's a Bot/Con, what's her alte mode look like? Does she like to wear any specific kinds of clothing?

Personality:

Background: Where's she from, who's her family?

Interests: - This includes love interests too – first come, first served! XD