Surprise

Alexa, for her part, didn't feel anything of the sort. She sneezed and pulled up to a stoplight. "Sorry, car," she muttered. "Guess I'm allergic to sand." Breeze stayed quiet, scanning again. Scrap...

Suddenly, some sort of construction machine driving by Alexa simply unfolded. She had no other word for it besides the "Awwahh aaaahhh, er whattaheck..." she was muttering as she stared wide eyed at the monster before it grinned down at her and then started walking her way. Alexa, for all her traits and quirks, was not brave in the slightest. She jumped out of Breeze and ran, along with a few other sensible humans.

Breeze quickly flicked on her holoform and quickly drove off. How did that 'Con figure out she was there? Her cloaking machinery must have messed up in the landing on Earth. She scowled. So much for that. She hoped the 'Con would simply come after her and not mess with the humans. Otherwise, drastic measures would have to be taken.

The con didn't appear to have much interest in her. He was much more interested in snatching cars off the street. Some of them still had humans in them, and he plucked them out and stuffed them in a subspace pocket.

Breeze scowled. Oh no you don't. She spun around and fired at the 'Con, carefully avoiding the humans. No way you gettin' away with that. Not when I'm right here.

The 'Con snarled and dodged the shots, taking a few to the shoulder. Quickly, he finished collecting cars, piled them by the sidewalk, and charged after Breeze in his alt mode.

That's right. Come and get me 'Con. I'm dangerous. Breeze half-snorted at that thought. She was around Bumblebee's height, so she wasn't that threatening. She was fast though, and sometimes that was all that mattered.

The con had yet to work this out however, and continued to charge after her like a bull that just raided a Starbucks. He gained on her and started ramming her repeatedly, trying to damage her or provoke her into a fight. Breeze sped up even more; glad to see she was nearly out of town. She didn't want prying eyes to find out too much. She shot at him as she flashed down the road. Fight and ram me all you want, but you give up the organics or I'll offline you.

The con snarled, as though reading her thoughts. He somehow managed to pull around in front of her and started herding her back toward the city. I wasn't done femme. Breeze snarled back and suddenly transformed, smashing a fist into his front. Too bad. I am. I don't herd well.

Of course, this started a very long, painful fight between the two that tore up a long chunk of highway.

All the while, Alexa happened to be watching from an abandoned taxi. She had hightailed out of the area as soon as she could, just stopping to stuff a backpack full of supplies at her apartment. There was no way she was staying in the city of doom with the possessed car. However, just as she had reached the highway, she spotted said possessed car being herded by the unnamable machine, and then they both unfolded and started beating the snot out of each other. At least, the blue liquid looked like snot to Alexa.

Her taxi driver had run away shouting in some foreign language after that and all she could think to do was to stay hidden and out of the way.

So she hyperventilated in the taxi. What a day.

Suddenly, the car was lifted off the ground with the uncomfortable noise of metal warping, and crunching. An even more uncomfortable noise that sounded like auto tuned metal scraping reached her ears, and she hovered over the edge of complete panic.

Breeze snarled when she saw Alexa in the taxi. Scrap... alright. I need help, there is no way I will be able to save Alexa and this town. She made a sudden move, ripped off the door of the taxi, gently plucked Alexa out, then fired at the 'Con while messaging Prime that she needed backup. The 'Con had freaked Alexa out while speaking Cybertronian. Poor girl, she didn't ask for any of this. It was much too late now. She transformed to alt-mode and set Alexa in her driver's seat. "Don't touch. I'm driving for now."

Alexa did the only thing she knew to do in such a horrifying situation. She screamed at the top of her lungs. The con growled and loomed above Breeze. Breeze frowned and snarled at the 'Con and sped around behind, still shooting. "Look, I'm sorry, but I can't let that Con put you in sub-space." I hope someone comes soon; I'm not much of a fighter...

Prime radioed Breeze back, telling her that back up was on the way, and to just try to stay out of harms way especially if she had a human passenger. Alexa whirled around, trying to pinpoint the voice. Her strength was in her hearing, and the voice came from everywhere at once. On a transmitter of some sort? Who was Prime? Who was Breeze? Who was she for that matter? A second ago she had been normal, sane, and now she wasn't so sure. Big and Ugly was gaining on Breeze, and he kept ramming her. Alexa tried to find a way to position herself that was the least lethal and thought up a quick speech of explanation for whatever interview she might have to go through in the afterlife.

Breeze snarled, shooting the Con and speeding up. "Alexa, you'll be fine. I'll explain later." You are not going to die organic. Not on my watch.

The con speed up on the opposite side from Alexa and smacked into her. Alexa's head smacked the window and knocked her out. The last thought in her head was how parental Catherine had sounded.

A yellow Camero with black racing stripes blasted up beside the con, ordering a red and a yellow Lamborghini to box him the rest of the way, and take him down. Breeze snarled at the Con. You're going to pay for that.

The red Lamborghini zipped to the front while the yellow one boxed in the Con from behind. Breeze had no idea who the three mechs were, but nonetheless, she was glad to have the back up. Breeze waited for instruction. She had been mostly a scout, but she had fought Cons before. Usually, someone else gave the orders.

The Camero continued to order everyone into a perfect formation to keep the con boxed. The con transformed, frustrated, several minutes later and another fight broke out. This time it was just between the three new comers, seeing as how Breeze had Alexa in her front seat. Luckily, the fight didn't last long. The con realized he was out numbered and made a hasty retreat, shouting in Cybertronian.

Breeze wanted to yell after the Con, but she didn't. On the other hand, the red Lamborghini did. "And stay out of here you fragging Con!" Ok, not that. Breeze frowned, disliking the Cybertronian curse word. The yellow Lamborghini muttered about having to fix his paint job again. Breeze carefully transformed, Alexa in her hand. She scanned the human, concerned about the gash on her head from when the Con had rammed her driver's side.

Alexa blinked a few times in the bright sunlight. And what bright sunlight it was. She made a small noise that sounded like "hrgh" or something equally unintelligible, and stared out across... across something. Her thoughts slogged through the swamp of semi-consciousness before playing connect-the-dots.

The dots didn't make a very nice picture.

She was up high, very high, just one of her ultimate fears. Things much like Big and Ugly were standing around. A bright yellow and black one was watching her curiously. He spoke in the same auto tuned metallic language as Big and Ugly had, and tilted his head. Alexa blinked back and mentally told her sudden feeling of vertigo to go away.

Breeze sighed, "It's ok Alexa. The Con is gone. My designation is Breeze, not Catherine. You'll be ok." She scanned the wound on Alexa's head. "I believe you need a ...tune up? I'm sorry. My internet broke down, so I'll be using some mechanical terms." The red Lamborghini studied Breeze, curious. "Why haven't I seen you around before?"
Breeze's voice got quieter, and she didn't look up from Alexa, "I've been busy." She was shy around any one higher up in the ranks, and it didn't help this one was a mech.

Alexa suddenly remembered a special on bears that had aired on tv once. If you stood your ground, they didn't bother you. The same, she noticed, went for any species. She carefully sat up and tried to puff her self back up into something along the lines fairly respectable. The Camero spoke again, this time in English. "This is Breeze, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker. She's new around here," he explained, and then turned to Breeze. "I'm Bumblebee by the way. Are you alright?"

Breeze peeked at Bumblebee. So this was Bumblebee. The one with Sam. She relaxed ever so slightly. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker scared her more from their size than anything else. "I'm fine," she nodded, and then studied Alexa again. What are you trying to do Alexa?
An impish grin came on Sideswipe's face. "So, got a mechfriend?"
"You're so pathetic, Sides," Sunstreaker muttered.
What are you implying there? Breeze stiffened. She wasn't sure what to make of the two brothers.

Bumblebee grinned, "Don't mind them. They're jokesters."

Alexa wilted under the curious look from Breeze, and the occasional glance her way from the others

. Suddenly, the car was an awful lot like a person and people scared her. Yet... it was just a robot wasn't it? She didn't even know much about humans, judging by the way she talked... Alexa stared into the distance, gently feeling the lump on her head and checking for damage.

Breeze nodded, and then asked Alexa, "Are...you ok?" She kept her voice quiet. Sideswipe glared at his brother and both promptly started arguing.

Alexa nodded and bit her lip, looking up in Breezes face. She was instantly drawn to the eyes, such large beautiful blue eyes. The light glittered off them, and created wonderful, contrasting shadows. She wondered how dumb her expression looked then, and looked away. "This is your human right?" Bumblebee asked. "She's much quieter than my Sam," he grinned.

"I'll bet she is...oh!" Breeze's fans kicked on and she ducked her head, embarrassed. She hadn't meant to insult Sam. She had heard stories from other bots though. "I'm...sorry...I..."
Sunstreaker studied the small femme curiously. Breeze was quite shy and quiet, and he wondered about it. He didn't understand why she was that way. He shrugged. Time would tell.

"Oh its ok, Sam knows he's loud. He's a male of the species, it's sort of a... stereotype I think," Bee shrugged, not insulted in the slightest. "Anyways, I should let you take care of your human, and I need to get back to base and report to Prime. Nice to meet you!" he told Breeze politely, and transformed back into his Camero alt mode. "Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, let's go."

"Nice to meet you too," Breeze replied softly. He's not too bad...compared to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. I'm just a scardy 'Bot around the others. She sighed. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker followed, but not without Sides whistling at Breeze and speeding off. Breeze's fans kicked on again.

Alexa shoved some hair out behind her ears. Breeze's fans kept kicking on for whatever reason, blowing her hair all around. Gathering some dumb courage, she peeked over the edge of Breeze's hand. She snatched her head back suddenly, gasping as she felt as though she was falling. Just as suddenly as it came, it went away though, and Alexa was left to sit on the careful, blue hand, hugging her knees and staring around like her first pet hamster when he was being tamed.

Breeze carefully set her hand to the ground. "I'm sorry. You don't like heights. Do you wish to go home?" She took another scan of Alexa, and frowned at the blood, "Do you need to visit your...medic?"

"No!" Alexa shook her head. "I'm ok, just... just kinda shaken. Just take me home and... I don't know. Make sure I don't start acting too bad. You can take me in if I act sick," Alexa decided, looking up at Breeze. Sweet, sweet pavement... Oh how I love thee. May I never leave your rough and dirty embrace again. "I just wanna go home... and get something to eat..." Alexa muttered, feeling like a little lost child.

"What's...sick? And what about your...um..." Breeze pointed to her head, "Wound?" She was concerned. She hoped she hadn't scared the poor girl.

Alexa took a small moment to formulate a response to that. What's sick? "Um... sick is like... if I'm really tired and you can't wake me up, and I won't respond... and my vitals are weird or something. Um... just wake me up every couple hours or something and make sure I'm ok," she shrugged. "I can clean up the wound myself, it's not too bad and it will heal."

"What are the normal vitals for humans?" Breeze nodded to the answer, and then transformed and activated her holoform, a girl about Alexa's height with big blue eyes and black hair. "This is my holoform. So other humans won't become suspicious."

Alexa sighed and nodded, then got in by the holoform. "Let me pull up the info...," Alexa muttered and tapped at her little electronic device. "Ok, normal statistics say..." and she rattled off a list of normal human vitals.

Breeze quickly processed the information and formed it into her scanning unit and scanned Alexa a last time. "Alright. You're vitals are fine right now." Her holoform nodded. "Now... do you have any questions about me?"

Alexa stared at the holoform, "Uh, yeah. What are you, where are from, why are you here, and what the heck is going on?"

Breeze smiled. At least she isn't as freaked out. "I'm a Cybertronian, from Cybertron. A planet that no longer exists." She went on to explain about the Decepticons and that she was Alexa's guardian, since she had ended up with her.

Alexa took in the information numbly. What was she supposed to do...? "Alright," she finally answered, and ran a hand through her hair. School would be starting soon and now she had this to deal with too. Awesome.

Breeze sighed, "I will be staying in my alt-mode most of the time. The only reason I would transform is if some 'Con came after this town, you, or me. I'll be a normal car the rest of the time."

Alexa nodded, and rested her head against the window. Her stomach growled and she curled up in a tight little ball in the seat. This was a bit much. She was hungry, tired, sore, and Satan's corvette was really Primus's Cybertronian. She just wanted the miserable day to end.

Breeze studied Alexa. "Where would you like to go?" she asked quietly. Poor femme. She sighed. This was a lot to process for a human.

"Home," was Alexa's quiet reply. "Just home."