Dim lights scattered the tall ceiling, the drone of machines pulsed all around her. The smell of old air and rusting mettle assaulted her nose. Cold metal dug into her back, attempting to shifting her position she realized she was strapped down to a metal lab table. Panic welled in her chest, where was she? How did she get here? Why her? The last thing she remembered was watching the Saturday morning cartoons on the television while her parents slept upstairs. The roof suddenly was torn off of the house and a strange purple robot had grabbed her in his hand.
The sound of loud footsteps filled the room as a large door retracted into the wall. The purple robot walked menacingly into the room its one red eye gleamed with an evil light. With an air of intent the robot made its way over to a large computer near the head of the bed.
"Who are you?" "Where am I?" "What are you?" The questions poured out of her mouth and the purple creature taped away indifferently onto the keyboard.
"Designation; Shockwave, Location; My lab. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, Faction, Decepticon.
"Decepticon" she thought to herself, "They have to be the bad guys, no self-respecting organization out to do good would name themselves with a mix of deception and con." The large robot pressed a button on the computer and a large needle swung her way, seconds later she was out cold.
The next eleven years passed in a blur of routine. Up early every morning, with a light breakfast (if you could call it that) after breakfast hours of intense training to hone her fighting skills. Following training the rest of the day consisted of being poked, prodded, and in other words tortured by Shockwave as he tested on her. She had developed into a lean, muscular mature woman with incredible balance and agility by the time she was finally able to escape.
Bright light illuminated the room, blinding shadow as she on-lined. Shifting a servo as to shield her eyes, she realized that she was restrained on the metal berth. Panic welled in her chassis as flash backs of shockwaves lab filled her mind. "It's too bright, it's to clean, she thought to herself. Unless Shockwave invested in an overly ocd "assistant." Logic told her that she was not in shockwaves lab, but her mind would not let her processor accept reality. Footsteps neared the berth, and a large orange and white mech loomed over her.
"Welcome back" said the mech.
"Who are you? Why am I here, How did I get here? Where is here?" The questions rushed out before she could stop herself. She could feel the panic raising in her again.
"Relax femme, you are in safe hands." The mech said in a soothing voice. "I am Ratchet, the Autobot medic." "You are currently in the Autobot medbay, Sunstreaker brought you here after you blacked out fighting Sideways." "Thank you for finding him by the way, your battle caused him to online from his emergency stasis. We have been looking for him for vorns." "You were a mess by the time he got you back, I did my best to heal you but you may need time to get use to the changes you went through." Ratchet spoke sadly.
"Changes?" Shadow said uneasily.
"When you had arrived you were covered in energon, I don't know how you managed to survive it, energon is poisonous to humans, but for some reason it melded with your genetic makeup. I am afraid to say that you can no longer be called human." Ratchet announced sadly as he released the bonds holding her arms, allowing her to lift a servo to her field of view. Instead of the human hand she was so use to, a slender metallic hand had replaced it. She knew that her body had felt off then she had awoken, but she did not know what the cause was until now.
"Although I must admit this is an interesting development, you should have just left me. The cons won't stop at anything to either recapture me or kill me." Sighed Shadow sadly.
"Why would the cons bother themselves with catching one measly squishy?" a sarcastic voice emitted from a neighboring berth.
"I was Shockwave's test rat from the age of nine. I have been trained to kill nearly any cybertronian single handedly, and I was their best weapon." Shadow said with spite in her voice.
"well it does explain how she was able to take down Sideways with relative ease" Sunstreaker muttered under his breath.
"And it explains the medical mysteries surrounding her." Exclaimed Ratchet. "And the transformation your body went through." "The energon mixed with your DNA causing it to mutate into cybertronian DNA."
"will I be able to transform like natural born cybertronians?" shadow asked curiously
"I believe so but I am not one hundred percent certain. I still need to run a few scans before I will know." Answered ratchet calmly. "I must admit I am rather shocked by how well you are handling this." Ratchet spoke question.
"This was Shockwaves ultimate goal, to turn humans in to cybertronians, especially the females." "I am not to shocked that his experiments did in fact prevail." "Though He does not know of his success yet." "If I am able to transform, will I be able to choose my vehicle form?" asked Shadow curiously.
"Yes, we will select a small array of vehicles for you to choose from." Said Ratchet, "Sunstreaker, go assemble a few choices for shadow please."
"What do prefer? Trucks, tanks, jets, town cars, muscle cars, exotic cars" sunstreaker asked, saying the last word with emphasis.
"anything loud, fast, and flashy." Replied shadow with a grin. "Though I am not overly fond of Jags or Porsche"
"My, my" "Picky aren't we." Replied Sunstreaker as he sauntered from the room.
O.O good grief school has been harsh. Never take 22 credits and work full time... what the pit was I thinking XD Any-who I've been jolting down ideas as they have came to me over the past few months in my notebook. I have quite a few chapters done and only have to type them. Which with the way my schedule has been, may take a few weeks ~Gwin
