Hey guys! It's been a few days! It's because I was working on that super long first chapter of my new story, which is a narrative version, of this one! It's called A Future Worthwhile and go check it out on my profile. 19 favorites for the first chapter! How amazing is that?
Also, with a total of 17 voters over all, I don't know! Maybe you could switch between? has won the poll! *pops mini confetti canon thingy* Congratulations to the nine people who voted for it! And to the people who didn't, sorry, but I grew up in a democracy. *shrugs* That's the way the wind blews guys. Okay, so you guys are going to get a little treat this chapter! You're getting both oneshot AND rules! YAY!~~~~
But yeah, so what I have decided to do is to sorta switch locations every few chapters, almost as if these rules are taking place at different times. So when I'm doing, say, a Diego Garcia section, you can send in rules that you'd otherwise send in around a certain holiday while Nevada sections are 'real time' as it were.
Okay guys, so the next poll is whether you want a backstory chapter for Kathy! Okay... Vote now! OH AND THANK YOU TO ALL WHO SENT IN RULES~! YOU LOT ARE AMAZING AND WHAT KEEPS THIS DAMN THING GOING! PLEASE SEND IN SOME MORE!
*insert standard disclaimer here*
The plane shook as they hit some bad turbulence. Once it had passed, Kathy sighed as she stared out the window of the cargo plane as they flew to the location of NEST's new base, some island in the middle of nowhere called Diego Garcia. The redhead was not going to enjoy living there. She had barely managed the heat in Nevada, so she certainly wouldn't like living on a tropical island. Kathy allowed her head to bang against the window once more. She wouldn't admit it, but she was feeling a little homesick. It had been tough in Nevada, those first few months, living without the comforting presence of the mountains of her home state of Tennessee. The Smokeys had been her home, with it's beautiful, never-ending views and greenery. She missed the smell of honeysuckle in the morning and freshly baked cornbread. She missed her garden, which had taken her years to grow. She even missed her old house, with it's creaking floorboards and empty, empty, why so empty rooms. Kathy missed a lot of things about her life before NEST, but she didn't regret her decision to leave. She had had no one before Ultra Magnus had crashed into her backyard. But then she did. And then they came to Nevada, and she had more. Kathy was the happiest she had been for a long time. What she missed was the feeling, the homeness, of her old home, not the people. She was happy here, with her new family. A whimper distracted the redhead from her thoughts and she looked down at her lap where a large, slate-grey head was laying. Kathy smiled gently and petted the dog's head. His soft fur was smooth and clean. "Ah'm fine Boss, don't ya worry 'bout me." The pitbull whimpered again, clearly concerned. He was a smart dog. She nuzzled her face into his fur and whispered to him in comforting tones. "Don't cha worry now bubby, we'rah almost there..." He didn't like being on the plane, at all. She soothed the bluenose pit some more and he began to settle down.
"Ms. Kathy?" came a voice from behind her. Kathy turned, startled, to the woman who had walked up to her.
"Oh, Sara! You startled me." said Kathy sheepishly, clutching her chest.
Sara giggled, bright and loud. She was someone who was almost always happy, always smiling. Sara was persian, with long brown hair and dark eyes that reminded you of chocolate. The persian woman almost always wore a light pink, for it was her favorite color. It went well with her dark skin. Today, she was wearing a pair of comfortable white skinny jeans, a pink blouse, and white wedges. She had chosen to wear her hair down today. Kathy was sure that as soon as they landed, the London native would go back to her usual choice of barefeet, even on hot pavement. It was almost as if Sara couldn't feel it, or more likely, just didn't care. She hated shoes. "Sorry for scaring you Ms. Kathy! I was told to come tell you that we're almost there! In about another thirty minutes or so! You should start packing up your things now."
Kathy smiled at Sara, who didn't see as she was too busy making 'coochie coo' noises at Boss. It was easy to forget that Sara was the leading human security expert at NEST. She was just so cheerful. "Thanks Sara." Kathy waved goodbye and Sara went back to chattering at Red Alert, who was in his altmode. He was her guardian and she was one of the few people who could keep him calm.
"Excuse me all personel, we are preparing to land. Please put away all loose objects and put on your seatbelts. There will be a small amount of turbulence as there's a bit of storm surrounding the island." came Skyfire's voice over the intercomm. She had forgotten that they'd been riding in his altmode. He had been quiet the entire time, after all. Kathy quickly put Boss into his secured crate and got back into her seat, buckling up. She braced herself as the turbulence began to rock Skyfire across the sky and saw dark clouds surrounding him. Kathy clenched her eyes shut, trying not to be afraid. She wasn't normally all that afraid of flying, but turbulence made her very nervous. A little was okay and normal, but it felt as if the plane was being shook around like a tin can.
A few minutes later, they landed and Kathy let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Once the large bay doors had opened, the redhead let Boss and Odin the Great Dane, Kira's therapy dog, out of their crates. They immediately ran out of the plane and began to explore. She smiled and picked up her bag, heading down the ramp. "Boss! Odin! Come on!" she called after the two canines who had begun to run through puddles, splashing a few of the base kids. They ignored her, preferring to play with the children.
"Odin! Come on you stupid dog!" came the voice of Starscream, in his holoform, as he called the Dane to his side. Kira was clutching one of his hands and looking around nervously, her grey eyes wide. She didn't like new places very much. The dog stopped playing and went to sit very still next to Kira, who immediately placed her other hand on Odin's back. She relaxed slightly, now that both Starscream and the Dane were there with her.
Kathy nodded to Starscream and walked inside the HQ building and into her office/quarters. It was bigger than her old one in Nevada, with big (bulletproof) windows overlooking the greenhouses. The walls were a pale, soothing yellow, bordered with white trim and the floors were a dark wood. Instead of one desk, there were two. One for her and the other for Ultra Magnus. Her old, plush couch had already been placed, along with her other furniture, like her bookshelves and side tables. The Lambo twins often said she treated her office more like a living room instead of, well, an office. Kathy moved to go into the next part of her quarters, where the bedroom was. It was a decent sized room, with an attached bathroom with a large tub and seperate shower. She'd have to move the furniture around a little bit and make it more her style, but she was happy with the room.
Kathy set her laptop on her desk and turned it on just as the door opened. Ultra Magnus walked in, soaked to the bone. Boss followed him in. She giggled at the sight of him. He glared lightly before smiling. Quickly walking over to Kathy, he embraced her in a hug, allowing some of the water to get on her clothes. "Ah! Get off me! Stop it, no!" shouted Kathy, laughing. Ultra Magnus didn't let her go, but moved behind her to see what she was doing.
"What in Primus' name are you already doing on your laptop? You haven't even moved in yet." he asked.
Kathy pushed his face away from the screen. "If you must know, I got a few ideas for some new rules while on the flight here. I need to write them down before I forget and Prowl starts to crawl up my ass."
Ultra Magnus rolled his eyes. "He's not that bad." She raised her eyebrow at him. "Okay, so maybe a little bad." Kathy scoffed and turned back around. She began to type.
221. Do not hide in the vents for any reason.
(Unfortunately, not even for Hide & Seek.)
(This does not mean you can hide in Metroplex's vents either!)
(He can feel you crawling around in there!)
(Imagine having ants crawling around in your lungs.)
(Yeah, not fun.)
222. Do not challenge any Cybertronian to an arm wrestling match or a thumb war.
(You will lose.)
(Badly.)
(Hell, you might even break something.)
223. Do not introduce yourself James Bond style to the newbies.
("The names Swipe. Sideswipe.")
("So your name is Swipesideswipe? What a stupid name.")
("...")
224. Do not try to film your own Soap Opera in the rec room.
("But Zachary, my love. Why do you not look at me? Have I done something?")
("No, my dear Irene. It is just that... we have to stop seeing eachother.")
("But why Zachary? With my husband and your wife having an affair with eachother, this is the only way to get back at them. So why?")
("Irene... I'm pregnant. *queue dramatic looking off into the distance*")
(This is when the whole room broke.)
(Even Shockwave laughed.)
(Prowl is still glitched. Good job guys!)
225. Beach volleyball is not to be played with a giant catapult you built yourselves.
(Scratch that. You can't use a catapult to play beach volleyball at all.)
(Something about the ball going too far and hitting innocent bystanders.)
(If they didn't want to get hit with the ball, they shouldn't have been standing over 200 feet away.)
226. Quoting any Studio Ghibli movie is banned.
(Kira to Starscream after some base kid splashed mud on her as he went by: "I hate boys, but I love Ms. Kathy's cookies!"- Based off 'My Neighbor Totoro')
(Why thanks sweetie. I do my best! If only everyone would stop stealing the energon sweets I make for my boys!)
(It's dangerous for a human to make those, you know. Energon is poisonious to humans.)
(Ratchet doesn't like how often I make them, even if I wear protective gear when I do it.
(Sideswipe to Magnus and I when Sunny started having one of his snits: "He's calling the spirits of darkness. I saw him do this once before when a femme dumped him.")
(My boys are such drama bots, *rolls eyes*)
(Me to Magnus when we were leaving the Nevada base to go to Diego Garcia and some of the base kids who weren't coming gave me a bouquet: "I get a bouquet and it's a goodbye present. That's depressing." from 'Spirited Away')
(A few days later, once we had settled in, I found a bouquet of wildflowers on my desk. The only person I said that to was Magnus.)
(I kissed him on the cheek later that day and thanked him for the flowers.)
(I didn't think it was possible for a bot to blush, even using a holoform!)
227. Black hole grenades are not to be used for golf games.
(Admittedly, it does making winning easier.)
(But it is also, apparently, 'cheating' and 'dangerous.')
(Personally, I think it just makes a boring game all the more fun)
228. Real Life Fruit Ninja is not to be played on base.
(For hopefully obvious reasons. *picks pumpkin guts out of hair*)
(Though using the catapult to throw fruit at Drift and Sideswipe to slash at it fun.)
(*coughs violently* I mean what catapult?! We totally destroyed the old one...)
(Oh, who am I kidding? We hide it in the Lab o' Doom when base is getting inspected or we're not using it.)
229. If the Hatchet says you have malnutrition, you have malnutrition damn it.
(So listen to what he fucking says.)
(Do not sneak junk food into your diet unless you need to gain weight and he says it's okay.)
( And if he does say it's okay, don't steal anyone else's shit.)
(Buy your own fucking junk food. We work hard to hide our's from Ratchet.)
230. Don't use Jolt as a charger.
(He has too much shit to do and he's complained multiple times.)
(You tend to be busy when you're the guy in charge of keeping a military base running.)
(He told me that if you guys keep asking, he will purposely fry your shit.)
(Also, are you guys seriously that impatient that you can't be bother to plug your phone or whatever into the THOUSANDS of plugs-ins we have on base.)
231. Angry Birds is not played with real birds and pigs thank you.
(Not only is this disturbing, it is also considered animal cruelty.)
(And shit's less likely to break if you just use stuffed animals instead.)
232. Using the stale flatbread from the canteen for swordfighting in the halls is forbidden.
(This does not mean you can use it for swordfighting anywhere else either.)
(This does not mean you can use anything else for swordfighting.)
(NO SWORDFIGHTING.)
233. No more jello swimming pools.
(This is when you take a small kiddie pool, fill it up with water and jello mix, then let it set.)
(Apparently, being able to eat a good fourth of it by yourself is not something you should be able to do.)
(Not that I've done that or anything.)
(...)
(I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE DAMN IT.)
234. If you do decide to bring a sugary beverage into a bot's altmode, please try not to spill it.
(If you do spill it, please try to clean it up as fast as possible, before it dries.)
(It gets all sticky and gross. It gums up a bot's gears, ya know?)
(Also, Ratchet gets pissy.)
235. We, as an orginization, can no longer afford to cover the base in powdered sugar and call it snow.
(First of all, we live on an island.)
(In the south.)
(Snow is not sweet.)
(And finally,)
(WE)
(ARE)
(ON)
(A)
(BUDGETAH)
(HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO FUCKING TELL YOU!?)
Okay guys, that about wraps up this chapter! I'm sorry it took me a few days, but as I already said, I was working on another story. PLEASE REMEMBER TO SEND IN RULES AND VOTE ON THE POLL!
*blows kisses at you all*