CHAPTER THREE
I'm a What!?
AN: Three (3) chapter in one day, WOOT! I'm on a roll, folks!
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AUTOBOTS
It was terrible and very unfortunate but, apparently, the last femme Autobot had a few of her processors scrambled. Human indeed!
"*I thought you said she was healthy!*" Sideswipe accused their medic in Cybertronian.
Ratchet was just as bamboozled. "*Scans do not show any abnormalities, no crossed wires…..*"
"*Perhaps she is just confused.*" Drift offered as an explanation.
"*…..she hasn't received a hit to the helm…..*" Ratchet muttered, a little to the others but mostly to himself. "*…..I can find no signs that would lead to this confusion.*"
"*Maybe she is…..what is the human word…..insane?*" Sideswipe offered anxiously.
It was Optimus who spoke again, in the rolling tones of a prime, comforting and deep. Making sure he spoke English, he held out one hand towards the huddled femme. "We will not harm you, femme. Will you come out?"
There was a pause and then; "I feel safer under here, to be honest."
"On my spark, I swear to you, femme, that not one of us will harm you, we would give our lives to protect you."
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CASSIE
The human-turned robot gawked at the red and blue robot from under the huge table.
"…..we would give our lives to protect you."
He couldn't be serious!
She had to admit, though, that voice of his sent shivers down her spine; deep, melodious, and calming, like velvet and spiced wine. It was almost like he was casting a spell on her, one that was almost forcing her new body to relax.
Still, she managed out; "But you don't even know me!"
The huge blue and red robot seemed to take this into consideration for a split-second before he spoke again.
"You are a femme, perhaps the last of our kind—"
"-Yeah, and while we're on that topic-" she cut in, startling the other robots. One did not simply interrupt a Prime! "What's a femme and, more importantly, WHAT am I!?"
That was when the green robot spoke again. "If you come out from under there, we will be more than happy to explain it to you."
Her answer was short, concise, and to the point. "No. I can hear just as well under here."
The green robot let out a short, annoyed growl, which actually amused her. She never would have thought of a huge robot growling. Then he made some more clicky noises, gesturing angrily at the red and blue robot who somehow seemed to be the leader.
"If you believe this to be a dream," said the robot who looked very much like a samurai of old, which she privately thought was pretty cool. "then there is no harm in coming out and speaking to us."
"Ratchet says you still need nourishment." The red and blue robot said.
She blinked again. "Ratchet? You guys have names?"
The silver robot actually snorted as if insulted. "Of course we have designations, femme. How damaged are you?"
Cassie let out a growl of her own this time, feeling herself tense. She was about to give the silver robot what-for when the green one pulled a humungous wrench out of who-knows-where and flung it at the silver robots head.
His aim was true and it hit with a satisfying clang, making the silver one cry out.
"You fragger! What was that for!?"
She couldn't help it.
She giggled.
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When the femme giggled, all optics immediately turned to her. It was something they hadn't heard for many vorns, the soft, lilting laughter of a femme, and it entranced them.
Then Optimus cleared his throat, breaking the spell. "Forgive me, I should have made introductions." He held a large, metal servo to his chest. "I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots." He then motioned to Ratchet. "This is Ratchet, our medical officer and chief emissary to the High Council of Ancients."
Ratchet gave her a nod, deep worry in his emerald eyes.
The femme blinked and said; "The High Council of what?" when the Prime just looked at her steadily, she winced and waved a hand. "Sorry, continue."
Optimus motioned to the Samurai Robot. "This is Drift, a warrior and my Communications Officer."
The Autobot gave a deep bow from the waist, reminding her of the Japanese. "It is an honor to meet you."
"And this is Sideswipe, a warrior." Optimus motioned to the silver robot who nodded his head carefully; one servo still rubbed the dinged appendage.
"My Weapons Specialist, Ironhide, is guarding the door, and you can meet the others late." Optimus finished.
"Okay, that answers the 'who'." The femme said, suddenly sounding very tired. "That still doesn't explain the 'what'."
"We, as you are, are Autonomous robotic organisms, otherwise known as Autobots from the Planet Cybertron." Optimus said regally. "Our home was destroyed in the battle between ourselves and our arch-enemies the decepticons, but a few of us have come here to Earth."
The femme held up a servo, extending one digit. "That still doesn't explain how I became a…..er…autobot."
Ratchet huffed. "We can try to figure that out AFTER you come out from under there!" the Autobot was NOT a happy medic. "You require more nourishment, femme, your energon levels are not yet up to full capacity."
Suddenly, the femme looked completely shell-shocked. "Waitaminute…..energon…..Cybertron…..Optimus…..HOLY CHEESE ON RYE I'M IN A MOVIE!"
Then she began to laugh.
VOCABULARY:
BAMBOOZLED: Confused
ABNORMALITIES: things that are not normal
MELODIOUS: making pleasant music 2. Pleasing to hear
CONCISE: short and clear
APPENDAGE: a thing that is attached or grows out as a natural, or less important part. (in Cassie language; an arm, leg, hand, ect.)
CITATIONS:
Drift (Transformers). (2014, September 29). Retrieved September 30, 2014, from wiki/Drift_(Transformers)
Foster, A. (2007). Transformers. New York: Ballantine Books
Sideswipe (Transformers). (2014, September 30). Retrieved September 30, 2014, from wiki/Sideswipe_(Transformers)