Chapter 2: The Transformation

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"Speech"

'Thought'

"Are all of you alright? Is anyone hurt?" Katrina fretted as the others woke up one by one.

"AHAHAHAHA CHEESE PUFFS!"

'Well, at least someone's back to normal…' Katrina thought drily as she facepalmed.

"Maria and I are alright." Katrina acknowledged Natalia's statement with a nod before surveying the area for Morgan and Ashley.

"SNEAK ATTACK!" Ashley jumped and attempted to glomp Katrina, only to find herself on her back.

"A sneak attack is not considered a sneak attack if you yell it out first." Natalia deadpanned as Morgan helped her twin up and Ashley dusted herself off.

"W-where are we?" Maria hesitatingly asked and everyone looked around, trying to get their bearings.

"Good question, young one. Good question." All six of them whipped around to meet face to face with Primus.

"Primus, sir!" They all chorused and knelt down in respect.

He gave a warm chuckle and gestured for them to rise. "There is no need for that, young ones." They stood up, eyes reflecting emotions that ranged from fear to awe to disbelief. He chortled at their expressions and proceeded to speak. "Yes, younglings; I am indeed Primus. You are probably wondering why you have been brought before me and it is because you have wished to be here. I would love to explain further but my brother is still causing mayhem. I am sure you know him. I do not have much time left, so to clear things up; yes, you are all in the world of Transformers. This universe will be the one you have designated G1 or Generation One. You all share a private link that no one else can tap into and the twins have their own private bond, of course. Unfortunately, all of you cannot use your human names now. I shall change all of you into femmes and leave you be for a period of time to discuss your given Transformers names. Please hurry. Time is short." With those words, his optics flashed and he faded into silver mist, leaving behind a large mirror.

The girls felt a warm tingle from their heads to their toes and began to glow. The glowing forms' brightness intensified and then faded, leaving six shocked girls- now femmes in its wake.

"GWA!" Katrina and Hannah pointed at each other and screamed.

"You're a femme!" Katrina yelled.

"You too!" Hannah fangirled until she had a brainwave. "Oh Primus! This is just like that awesome fanfic! You know, Operation Femme Fatale?"

"Jeez, you're right! How cool is that?" Ashley grinned like a cybercat that got the canary.

"This is a dream come true!" Maria squealed.

"Primus said that we have to choose our new names quickly, so let's get to it." Natalia, the ever fun-ruining third in command brought them back to the seriousness of the situation.

"Muu… Way to ruin the fun, Nat." Hannah protested.

"Thank you. I try so very hard."

Hannah's chipper attitude disappeared for a moment before returning tenfold. "Okay, first up is moi! Oh my Primus! Do I have doorwings? Please say yes!" Her sapphire blue optics almost sparkled as she pestered her friends for confirmation. At Katrina's nod, she almost exploded in happiness as she ran around in circles. "YEAH! I look like Prowlie! Hiiiya! Ninja throw! You die, and you, and you!" She somehow pulled an assortment of throwing materials. Slight panic broke out as the femmes narrowly avoided being impaled by kunai knives, ninja stars, wrenches and one Energon dagger.

"Oi! We're sentient beings too ya know?" Katrina sniped as a wrench nearly collided with her helm.

"You do know that I'd never intentionally hurt any of you ya know?" Hannah replied in the same tone.

"Hey guys, let's not argue hmm? Let's get a better look at you, Hannah." Ashley offered and Hannah stopped her stampede, turned and posed in front of the mirror.

"Presenting… None other than Nightstar! Thank you, thank you, no need for applause, thank you very much." Nightstar was one of the tallest among the group, her height parallel to Katrina's. Navy blue armor covered her upper and lower arms, pelvic area and chest plates, legs and pedes, leaving the knee caps, elbows, hands and face silver. Her helm was the same color as her armor and navy blue lip plates curled into a silly smile as she said in a chipmunk-like voice, "I LOVE YOU ALL, MY SLAVES! I feel like Miss Cybertron…"

"Honey, you should feel proud of that. You are pretty." Ashley's electric blue optics shone with amusement as she skated up to take Nightstar's place. "Whoa! I kinda look like the G1-ified version of Bayverse Sideswipe! I approve!" She nodded at her reflection. Her armor was a deep, rich, butter yellow and covered her helm, chest, pelvis, upper and lower arms and legs. Wheels were placed on her pedes, so she could skate around with ease. "I wonder what weapons I have… Whoa!" She subspaced twin boomerangs, a spear and a Taser. "Sweet! I missed throwing around boomerangs! I wonder if I can still hold the title of state champion." She flung the boomerang forwards and everyone watched in awe as it came back in a perfect arc. Ashley bowed as everyone clapped. "Ta very much. This is Swiftstreak signing off! I have other shows at nine and five next week! Be sure not to miss them!"

The sound of a whip cracking caught all of their attentions as they turned to Natalia who had a disturbing glimmer in her ice blue optics. She coiled up the whip- that was still crackling with electricity- and declared, "No one's gonna mess with Maria once Icewhip is through with them!"

"Squee! OMP, Nat- I mean Icewhip! You're a seeker! I hear wedding bells with a certain Screamer!" Nightstar hinted.

Icewhip snorted. "Yeah right. That treacherous little glitch doesn't hold a candle to Prowler!" Her iceberg blue and white armor covered her chest, thighs and pelvic area while her wings, which were the same blue as her armor but with white streaks, had snapped out in her little tirade before folding back. She also appeared to be slightly better armored than regular Seekers, probably due to the fact that she enjoyed tackling and mauling people. "Oh yes! Thank you Primus! I can beat the slag out of other guys!" She subspaced two knuckledusters and put them on, taking a few practice swings.

"Don't hurt yourself." Morgan muttered. She glided easily out of the shadows only to have her audios talked off by her twin.

"Hey Morgan! You're really pretty! Your armor's like mine, but it's black instead of yellow and your optics are the same storm blue! You've also got wheels on your pedes! Of course, if you didn't, how would we be known as twins? But your helm's shaped a little differently from mine, so everyone can tell us apart easier! What are you going to call yourself? I know! How about Shadowhunter? It fits you!" Receiving a nod, Swiftstreak clapped her servos together in happiness.

Shadowhunter subspaced a heavy-duty battle axe and a hand blaster. "Nice." Her lip plates curl up only for a moment before dropping back into her usual stoic expression.

"Hey Maria! It's your turn!" Maria had only stepped into the group for only a minute before she was placed in very real danger of being pig piled by every femme in the group except for Morgan.

"OH MY PRIMUS! SOOOO CUTE!"

Maria's baby blue optics widened in shock as she stepped back a little, clearly intimidated at this sudden change of attitude. However, their outbursts were not misplaced. Maria's pristine white armor was unblemished and covered her legs, arms, chest, pelvis and helm. Her optics were the largest out of all the other femmes, giving her an instant doll-like appearance. Her face plates were also more rounded than the usual sharp features that were the norm, adding to the look. Additionally, Maria was the shortest femme among all six of them.

"What weapons do you have?" Icewhip questioned her.

Pulling out a bow and arrow sheath from subspace, Maria received a nod of approval from Icewhip. "I think I'll call myself Crystal." Her soft voice wavered as each femme agreed that it fit her personality.

By now, while looking at each other, all the femmes (except for Nightstar, who was busy screaming about hamsters and corn) noticed that their lip plates corresponded to their main armor colors. Nightstar's were navy blue; Swiftstreak's were a deep gold; Icewhip's were ice blue; Shadowhunter's were black with the slightest dust of silver and Crystal's were as white as pearls.

Nightstar stopped and looked around. "Hey… Where did our honorable leader go to?" A slight movement caught her optic and she promptly launched herself at her stumbling commander. "SURRENDER, MAH PIGGEH! There's nowhere for you to run! Come over here and show yourself or else."

Katrina stiffened in shock before asking, "Is that you, Nightstar? Ugh, I can't see- Oh." A visor had extended from her helm and she could see clearly once more. "Hey! I'm still living and breathing! Don't drag me around like I'm some dead carcass!" She protested as her second in command flipped her over and dragged her by her feet back to the group.

Katrina's chest, pelvic, upper and lower arms and thighs were armored, leaving her elbows and knees silver. Her armor was a light lavender purple and she retracted her visor once more, wanting to see her friends' verdict on her optics. Her indigo lip plates quirked up in a small smile. "Well?"

Crystal gasped. "One of your optics is blue and the other is red, just like before!"

"That is why I have this." Katrina replaced her visor and a face mask also covered her features. "What weapons did Primus give me...?" Two Energon swords appeared in each hand, followed by twin photon cannons. "Sweet! Ultranova reporting for duty as usual!" She appraised her weapons before placing them back in subspace.

"I see that you are acquainted with your new forms." The femmes jumped at the sudden voice that had interrupted them. "Ah yes. Before I forget, Ultranova..." Ultranova snapped to attention.

"Yes sir?"

"Please step before me to retrieve the Matrix's blessing."

"W-What?!" Every jaw in the group dropped as Primus dropped a huge bombshell on their leader.

"Th-That means…" Nova stammered, clearly unprepared for this.

"That's right! This is definitely what you deserve, Nova!" Nightstar patted her on the back.

"You go femme!" Butterball and Crystal cheered.

"Not surprised." Icewhip and Shadowhunter muttered with a twinkle in their optics.

Ultranova looked at her friends one by one, only seeing full support in their expressions. Nodding and smiling, she stepped up to Primus and knelt down, one servo over her spark. "Primus, sir. I fully accept the responsibility required of bearing the blessing of the Matrix. I promise to protect and serve others to the best of my ability, never to abuse this responsibility nor sully its reputation. That is my vow."

Primus nodded, a warm smile on his face plates. "It shall be done." He stretched out his servo over Nova's frame, golden light shooting out of his fingertips and entering Nova. She grunted as the pure, intense energy sparked throughout her frame, causing her to place her servos on the ground for support.

The light soon faded and she stood up once more. Flexing her fingers, she said, "I feel a little different but I can bear it." Primus soon broke the atmosphere with a statement.

"I shall officially send all of you over to the world of Transformers now. I apologize for any… inconvenience that may occur during the transportation. Have fun!" Primus said cheerily and the femmes soon found themselves falling through the air.

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-Love, Nova