Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.

Author's Note: In tribute to G1 Optimus Prime, I've put him in here with his origional name and a diferent form.

Chapter 70

Coby hit the throttle on his motorbike, enjoying the sound of the engine revving, and the sound of Emily laughing in delight. They were heading to the edge of town where a friend of Coby's lived, to see if he could help them with Emily's problem.

For some reason, her Terraformer powers were blocked to her use, and her last attempt had some side affects: her arm had turned back to its original form, thankfully not to its original mass though.

They stopped outside a garage. Coby turned off his bike, secured it on the rack nearby, and led Emily by the hand into the garage. "Mr. Stanton! Are you here?"

Two heads poked up from behind a large Ford pickup in the back of the garage. Both of them were Coby's friends. One, Allan Stanton, was an old mechanic who taught Coby the basics, and the other was a friend from school, Bill, Mr. Stanton's nephew.

"Hi, Bill, Mr. Stanton," he said. Emily simply rolled her eyes, smiling goofily.

"Hello, Coby," Mr. Stanton nodded.

"Hey, Coby," Bill smiled. "You here for a match, one-on-one?"

Coby shook his head, "Sorry Bill, I'm here on business. This is Emily, a new friend Lori and I met. As you can see, we have a slight problem."

Mr. Stanton's eyebrows rose, "What happened?"

"I'll tell them," Emily said. "I'm a Terraformer. My real name is Emission, but I now go by Emily Shan when in Human form."

Bill looked at Coby in confusion, "Why are you bringing her here? You would know the most about Terraformers, since you came up with Terraformer Theory."

"True," Coby nodded. "But that is not the problem. Emily can't safely stay at my house or Lori's. I was wondering if she could stay here."

"Why not?" Mr. Stanton smiled. "I've seen the temporary quarters at Earthfall. Not a pleasant place to stay."

"I would not have any qualms staying at Earthfall," Emily stated. "However, I need to learn how to be Human, which requires interaction."

"Don't worry, we'll take care of you," Mr. Stanton said before turning to Coby. "You owe me one now."

"Don't worry, I'll pay you back for this favor," Coby said with a laugh. "You'll also be compensated by the Cybertron Army for your troubles. Got to go, before 'Dumb-witch' catches up to me." He turned and left as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, he didn't leave fast enough, and Mr. Stanton saw an all too familiar figure walking towards the garage. "Damn," he muttered. "Bill, take Emily and hide!" Bill grabbed Emily's robotic hand and dashed into the back room.

Emily pried his hand from hers and backed away into the corner, holding her changed arm as tears trailed down her cheeks.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Bill asked quietly.

"My Human form and my Xian form are not meant to have a middle ground," Emily said. "That is why my arm is in pain."

"Sorry," Bill apologized again, not even bothering to ask what an Xian was. He figured it was some sort of Seibertronian vehicle.

Meanwhile, a blond reporter strode towards Mr. Stanton, notebook and pencil in hand. "Hello, sir. I am…"

"I know who you are, Ella Dowilch," he growled, not hiding his dislike of the woman in front of him.

"That's 'Miss' Ella," she laughed. "And yes, of course you know me, Allan."

"Mr. Stanton," he said coldly. "Didn't I tell you that you were not allowed in my garage?"

Miss. Ella laughed again, "Oh, Allan, I just have to know who that girl is, the one who the boy brought over here. I want to know what you think of her, and what you think of him. Can you answer some questions?"

"I can, but I won't answer yours," Mr. Stanton said bluntly. "Now if you would please leave, I am very busy."

"What do you know about that boy's relationship with the girl he is usually with?"

Mr. Stanton turned to the truck, "You can run her over if you want."

The truck shifted, changing into a Transformer hunched over in the garage. Miss Ella gasped, "A Transformer?"

"Yes," the Transformer answered. "Mr. Stanton was kind enough to help me. He is very busy, now leave."

It is still not known how someone can run that fast in high heels.

Mr. Stanton sighed in relief, "Thanks, Orion Pax. Now where's that malfunction you were asking about?"

In the back room, Bill sighed with relief, "She's gone."

"I have not met her face to face, and I already dislike her," Emily said. "Her words scream of deception."

Bill nodded, and then asked, "Do you play basketball?"