Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm

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Chapter 40

Emission's eyes snapped open and she found herself lying down on a medical table, a sheet covering her up to her neck. She threw the sheet back and gasped in fear. Her armor was gone, replaced by dark flesh. Figures flashed in front of her eyes as she scanned herself. Fear struck her again as she realized that she was now only 5'9 and no longer had any weapons or armor at her disposal if needed. She grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around herself, shaking in fear and feeling very exposed.

The door opened and a blue Transformer with a yellow visor walked in, followed by a older yellow Transformer with blue optics. Both of them were obviously war veterans, and the blue one had two missile launchers on his arms. The blue one raised his left arm and what looked like a small rotary blaster detached and flew towards her, transforming into a small robot.

"A Micron?" Emission gasped.

"Don't worry," the blue Transformer said. "Roots won't hurt you." The Micron, Roots stood in front of her and held up his hand, scanning her vitals. He turned toward the two Transformers and let out a few beeping noises. The blue one nodded, "Thanks, that's good to know." He then turned to Emission and said, "It looks like you have made a full recovery from your crash. My name is Backguild, and this is Guardshell. Do you have a name?"

"Emission of Planet X," she answered. It was a bad idea.

"Planet X?!" Guardshell shouted in alarm. Root's optics turned hateful and he crouched in a fighting stance.

"Please don't hurt me. I don't know what happened to me, and I'm scarred," Emission said, backing away in fear. She climbed down from the table and backed away to the farthest wall, keeping the sheet wrapped around her.

"Roots, stand down," Backguild ordered, and the Micron reluctantly complied. "Guardshell," he continued, "If you so much as reach for your blaster, I'll shove it in your mouth and make you chew and swallow it." Guardshell, who was doing just that, lowered his hand.

"You're afraid of me?" Emission asked.

"More like annoyed with two others of your kind who have been a pain in the ass lately," Guardshell answered, his voice tight.

Emission's eyes narrowed; she wasn't being told something, and she knew it. "Did you do this to me?" she asked in a dangerous tone. "Did you put me in this exposed, alien body?!"

"Hold on now…" Backguild began, but it was too late. Emission had already lost her temper.

"What Did You Do To Me?!" she shrieked, feeling the air heat up around her. "WHAT DID YOU DO!?!" She was so angry that she didn't realize that the air around her was in flames. The sheet that covered her burned up, and her eyes began to glow blue like a Transformer's optics.

Backguild, Guardshell, and Roots ducked behind the table. Behind them, the door opened and they heard a voice yell, "Holy Shit!" Then a familiar voice yelled out, "GALAXY CONVOY! SUPER MODE!"

A jet of water slammed into Emission and the flames around her died. She spluttered as the water withdrew and she fell on all fours, gasping for breath and feeling exhausted.

"There's no need for burning the place down, we won't hurt you," Galaxy Convoy said, stepping into the room with Sonic Bomber behind him. "That's a neat trick though. How do you do that?"

"How do I do what?" Emission spat. Looking up, she immediately wished her voice hadn't been venomous. The being she had just spoken to was the largest Transformer she had ever seen. He had blue and red armor, and a jetpack with two oversized weapons. A silver faceplate covered most of his face, except for his gold optics that held in them the wisdom and understanding of a warrior scarred by a billion battles and many deaths. This Transformer was truly a leader that commanded respect with his very presence.

"Galaxy Convoy Soushireikan, thank Primus," Backguild exclaimed, coming out from hiding as well as Roots and Guardshell.

The blue-red leader turned towards the Micron, "Roots, go to Lori's quarters and see if you can't find some clothes that will fit our guest here." Roots beeped a reply and started to head off, but Galaxy Convoy stopped him. "Would you like to repeat that phrase?" the Commander asked. Roots shook his head and hurried away.

"What did he say?" Emission asked.

"You don't want to know. It was a very rude comment about you," Galaxy Convoy replied. He grabbed another sheet between his thumb and finger and tossed it to Emission, who wrapped it around herself. "My name is Galaxy Convoy," he told her, "Supreme Commander of the Cybertron Army. These are my subordinates: Backguild, my Deputy Commander and partner with Roots; Guardshell, my old friend who has currently been working to locate Super Starscream; and Sonic Bomber, my childhood friend, and sometimes a pain in the ass."

"Look, Galaxy Convoy Soushireikan-dono, you and I both know you've been jealous of my good looks and charm since our days at the Academy, but that hardly warrants the remark, 'Pain in the ass'," Sonic Bomber complained.

Galaxy Convoy glared at Sonic Bomber and replied, "If you don't stop – as the Humans call it – 'checking out' our guest, I'll change your definition of 'Pain in the ass.'" Sonic Bomber took the hint and turned away to face the wall.

"My name is Emission," Emission said before she was asked.

"And from Roots' remark, I gather that you're an Xian, correct?" Galaxy Convoy asked. Emission gulped, but nodded. "An Xian Terraformer," Galaxy Convoy said, shaking his head. "This is clearly Primus' will, or it never would have happened."

"Where is he," Emission demanded, her anger rising again. "I want him to suffer for what he did to me."

"You can't fight Primus and hope to win," Galaxy Convoy said firmly, "And if he had a hand in this, which I am certain that he did, it will actually help you if you calm down and think. However, according to Terraformer Theory, you're probably responsible for the initiation of your transformation."

Emission opened her mouth to give an angry reply when alarms began to ring. Roots rushed into the room, carrying a bundle of clothes.

"Backguild, Roots: remain here and keep watch over Emission and help her get those clothes on. Sonic Bomber, Guardshell: you're with me," Galaxy Convoy ordered and hurried out the door, followed by Guardshell and Sonic Bomber.

"Great," Backguild muttered and turned toward Emission. "Try not to burst into flames, please. Unlike the Soushireikan, I don't have a water tank."