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All The Right Moves	By : flamekaat Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 3111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The sound of a loud explosion woke
her. The whole house was shaking. She had finished repairing the Jet Bot about
nine in the evening and decided that supper and an early bedtime was in order.
Now it was once again barely daylight. The sun had not yet cracked the sky but
the pink of the coming dawn was corrupted by plumes of smoke and the smell of
ruined machinery.
They had hit the barn. The two
tractors, one always in a state of disrepair, and the other one she had bought
from a distant neighbor, were both puddles of molten metal and shattered
machine bits by now. The roar of a jet engine screeched by. Jet Bot had made it
out of the barn.
Relief flooded her for a second
before the despair of the certain doom of her home farm settled back into her
world view. There was more then one Jet engine roaring by now. Jet Bot had Jet
Bot friends that she recalled form the hologram he�d shown her and apparently
they had arrived to help him fight. The Coppery form of Jet Bot in the shape of
his Jet self was magnificent. A black Jet and funky Purple Jet roared by as
well. Who ever it was who was shooting at them was on the ground.
Fate sense swirling with insistence
she put on some clothes and threw some non perishable foods into a sack in the
tow truck which she had been lucky to have moved out of the barn to let the Jet
Bot have space for his �recharge.� The last thing she grabbed out of the
hallway mud room was a Hefty helmet with a grill like a football player�s. It
had been her cousin Marty�s High school helmet. He�d given it to her before
heading off to a war zone that he had not returned from. He�d been the last one
of her generation alive besides her, and she was not going to lose this memento
of his short but meaningful life.
Her eyes narrowed when she finally
saw the robot who was shooting at the Jet Bots. Best Guess he would be a flat
bed pickup himself when in his other shape. She recognized what the feeling was
in her now. The same feeling that had led Marty to go to war against the
terrorists, the same feeling of outrage coated with a thinly veiled layer of
despair that this was how it was.
Her aim was not the best in the
world when it came to guns or hunting with bows like she sometimes did, but she
had practiced that until repeats had made lack of skill not an issue. However a
poor aim was not an issue now anyway. After all if you could not drive straight
into a robot the height of a multi story building you had other problems.
The impact sent the robot over the
edge of a ditch and crashing to the ground. Grabbing up the bag of non
perishables, she sprinted away from the wrecked tow truck and back to wards her
house. That robot would not hesitate to fire on her, or so her fate sense
warned. She had to be clear of him before he reoriented on her or she was quite
dead.
Suddenly her hair was whipped into
her eyes as the funky purple Jet Bot hovered in front of her.
�IN THE COCKPIT NOW HUMAN!�
This was not the time to argue that
she was not a pilot or a flyer of any kind. She leaped up, and after scrambling
across the wing, she managed to get herself in the cockpit of the Jet Bot. They
launched out and up and away before she even fastened the safety restraints.
/Human recovered in functional
condition Trine member. What I want to know is what purpose this human serves
now that you have access to our repair bots and Medic Hook?/
/I wish to reward the xeno for her
service to me. Allowing the autobots to eliminate her would be no reward at
all. Let it go Skywarp./
/It is just one of his odd quarks
warp. Best let be while you can./
/Does the human have any concept of
what she is getting into?/
/More then the usual human would
yes. However I doubt that she really knows things, it seems that it is more the
nature of an instinct./
/I only hope for her sake it is
enough, poor little squishy./
She had a feeling from the way that
certain lights in the cockpit lit up that the Jet bot she was in was communing
with the other Jet Bots on a personal frequency. She sighed and leaned back in
the seat. There was nothing for it now but to go to wherever the Jet Bot�s home
base was, and make the best of it. She was glad that her trees would make due
with mostly water from rain and not need tending to for a good long while.
After all who knew when she would be able to return to the farm?
�Farmer-Human can you hear me
clearly?�
�I am receiving you well enough Jet
Bot.�
�What is your preference for
dietary intake? I will see to it that you are provided for while in our
custody, but if I have your preferences on file I can make this somewhat less
onerous an Ordeal then it might be otherwise.�
She rattled off her preferences food
and drink wise and her actual needs food and water wise, before adding that
personal maintenance required a few other items beyond what had just been
mentioned. The Jet Bot Acknowledged this, and while they were discussing the
variances of different soap types and body washes, she realized that this Jet
that was sometimes an alien Robot was going to be her keeper for the
foreseeable future. That such a situation had developed without any of the
normal courtesy type things that happened between people who decided to live
together made her sigh.
�We have not exchanged the customary
pleasantries or even designations. I am Rank: Air Commander, Personal
Designation: Starscream. It has not been under pleasant circumstances but I
believe that the expression �I am pleased to meet you,� applies in any case. �
�Humans usually have two or more
names for personal designation as well as rankings if any or acknowledged
social standings. My personal name is Kalomel, and I am amicable to the idea of
answering to the reduced version of �Mel� if time is short enough to require
it. I also have the family name of Nichols. Despite the wicked and ugly set of
circumstances I am also glad to meet you. Now that we have exchanged the
customary introductions you can present the persons of your companion Bots to
me as well Starscream.�
�You are presently within the
chassis of Skywarp. Our other companion goes by the designation of
Thundercracker. They are my Trine members. Among humans this would make us
�common law� spouses, the three of us together.�
�There is nothing Common
about us though.� Skywarp added, with a more blatant sense of humor to his
tone. She found it to be less stern then the voice of Starscream, but somehow
not as moving emotionally. This of course was ready permission for the third
member of their Trine to chime in with his two cents worth of
conversation over the radio frequency they were presently sharing.
�Warp is correct of course. We
are much the rarer and finer then the silly ground pounding bots you may have
seen in the battle footage of Mission city and Qatar. We are Seekers! �
Kalomel grinned at the echoing
resonance of pride and ferocious joy that were both in the phrase used by the
black jet. When she made the mistake of merrily asking her new companions to
explain to her what a seeker was exactly, she got a along long story from
Skywarp instead of just a terse explanation.
�No all are flight capable among
those who came from the all spark. Those who are, are not always fit to be
Seekers. Some are capable of navigation only when within the gravitational and
magnetic fields of a planet. These are fliers but not Seekers. Those who wish
to be a Seeker must pass many competency exams and mental fitness tests before
the very last of the tests comes to pass.�
�Warp she does not need to hear
the unpleasant truth about our final testing. I doubt she would appreciate the
necessity and it might well harm her emotional sensitivities to be so informed.�
�Thank you for your concern
Thundercracker. However I am built of much sterner stuff then appearances might
indicate at first meeting me. I will hear this and not judge since your culture
is not mine, and your species is not mine, and thus I have to accept that some
things will be way beyond my ability to understand. I have to accept them as
what is, not try to somehow change them just because they might hurt my �feel
bads� as my cousin used to put it. I�ll just file the information away under
unpleasant facts of existence and let it go.�
�When the testing time arrives,
the would be Seeker is taken far from Cybertron and all familiar areas of space
to which they have been before. Once they are sent to the farthest corner of
space reachable in a planetary revolution of time they are knocked unconscious
and left to return without escort or watcher to their home hangar on Cybertron.�
�The unpleasant portion is that not
all make it back then?�
�Indeed.�
�They were brave enough and hopeful
enough to try Skywarp. That alone makes them worth while people in my book.�
The silence was suddenly heavy and
oppressive. Kalomel thought that perhaps she had said something really bad
somehow. It would not be until much later that she understood that it was the
exact opposite.
~*~
It had been several hours before
they began the final approach to their destination and she knew that she was
going just about the speed of sound. That was a long trip. Her insides were
reminding her that despite the depressing turn of her thoughts they kept on
working anyway. Still she was lacking in enthusiasm about food and doubted that
a machine oriented base camp would even have facilities for the disposal of her
�biological waste materials.�
Being a farmer who took care of most
of her own fix its and repairs of both her household and her equipment meant
that she was capable of making rudimentary things of that nature for herself. She
hoped that she would somehow be able to access the internet and look up a few
techniques and things. Otherwise Kalomel was going to have to be taken out for
walks like a dog. It would not surprise her if all the jets now looked at her
as Starscream�s pet, but that was a touch more embarrassing then she cared to
deal with at the moment.
�I do not know what will happen
when I inform Megatron of your residency with us and its unknown duration.
However I suggest that you be hidden in the tiniest of spaces in the furthest
corner of our vessel from us at the time of that conversation.�
�He is likely to not favor me then?�
�For the first few months of your
residency until you prove you are more useful the annoying he will most likely
only be convinced to not obliterate you because of courtesy to myself and my
Trine mates.�
�Do I need a collar and chain or is
it sufficient that I kneel each time you pass Starscream? I have never been
�owned� so I don�t exactly know how the procedures go.�
The laughter was back again as the
jets plummeted down into the water with a large splash. Kalomel Sighed. It was
funny, but was it funny because it was true or funny because it was way far off
base?
�We are Seekers Kalomel-Human.
None of us own much more then ourselves and any barrels of oil or fuel we win
in betting with the ground pounder bots. To own a sentient being is an idea
that I for one find abhorrent in the extreme. Starscream is a bit �cracked�
though. He might find it amusing for a little while but not terribly long. �
�You will pay for that little
remark later Thundercracker.�
�Looking forward to it Copper
Bit.�
�Lick my after burners you sorry
excuse for a singularity humper!�
�Kids, for goodness sakes, do not
make me turn this carnival ride around!�
More laughter as giant metal doors
opened and they passed through a force field into the dry hangar from whence
they had come. The doors closed behind them and Kalomel braced herself. Though
it had been making happy good job mumbles at her since she got into the Jet at
her burning farm, She cringed at the resurfacing thoughts of her ruined home,
the sense of fate had otherwise remained silent. Now it was giving her hints of
trouble to come and none of them looked like they were going to be broken nails
or stubbed toes.
She had been in the base for three
days before she saw anyone other then the jet bots. They had brought her
treats, supplies, and tools meant for human use so that she could carve out a
little area for herself to keep to herself near the rear area of the huge ship
that had brought them to earth. The bot she encountered was shorter then she
was by more then a foot and had multiple blue optics. Not knowing what else to
do she politely introduced herself and waited.
The little bot ran off with a
startled squeak. Kalomel decided it was best if she went the opposite direction
in a hurry and found a Jet to hide behind. This brought about her second
encounter with a totally unfamiliar bot in as many hours. Sitting in Skywarp�s
palm and being told some sort of Seeker story that she was listening to avidly
had caused her to forget mostly that she had encountered the little bot.
�SKYWARP! WHAT IS THAT XENO DOING
IN OUR BASE!?!?!�
�Calm yourself Barricade,
Starscream�s will on the matter has been made clear. I also welcome this one as
she repaired my Trine member after Ironhide nearly offlined him. Also this task
was performed without sensor blockers, which means her life was in danger the
whole time! Had Starscream lost control he would have slagged her! Anyone who
risks their life, unaware or otherwise for my Trine is welcome��
�� and doubly so!�
Thundercracker had come to his Trine
mate�s sub-vocal summons. He stood between his loudly painted Trine mate and
the other mech while glaring with a vicious look in his optics. Kalomel
shuddered when she saw the reflection of that look in the shiny parts of the
land based mech. He would be a car of some kind and she started anyalyzing
specs to figure it out to distract herself from her fear. By the time the
argument over �Starscream�s ridiculous choice of pet,� was over she had
determined that all those misplaced parts would make a nice mustang when put
back together again.
�If she repppp�fixed Starscream
then she�s pretty smart for a fleee�human! Maybe we should keep her?�
�Um little friend do you need your
audio modulator checked out? To my ears it sounds like its skipping a bit.�
�I�m fffff� Frenzy and no one has
been able to find out what happpp�did this to me! You can ttttry if you
wwwwant!�
�I will give it a try later on after
your larger friend has finished putting up a fuss about fated things that can�t
be helped by any of us. And as for you Mustang Bot. I would not be here were
the choice mine, but that damned Barn burner Ironhide on your enemy�s team
burnt the barn and possibly my house when he came after Starscream! The Air
Commander was civil enough to offer me a place here since I have no place
elsewhere to go, and had worked hard and spent my own currency to fix him up!
So, since my presence, or my business here is none of yours BACK OFF!�
�Human you would not be half as
brave if you were not hiding behind a very large Seeker.�
�Thundercracker, I hate to bring it
up, but I think if he was a human he would have just called you fat. I may have
misinterpreted that but��
�BARRICADE!�
The mustang dodged fast as the jet
swung at him. He was laughing and she could hear it clearly over the sound of
Mech on mech combat. The two had a scuffle that reminded her of her Aunt�s
house when all the boys were still alive and young. Brothers roughing up each
other was normal as could be, but god forbid it should someone else challenge
them because then it would be back to back and battle it out against any
outsiders.
�Nicely played fleshling. You
will fit in well around here until someone forgets you are here and steps on
you. I look forward to making Frenzy here clean up the mess!�
�Eat toe fungus you sad sack of a
wannabe sports car!�
The mustang flipped her off before
he walked out of the room leaving her with the two Seekers and one small bot.
�He was imppppressed. Barricade
is hard to impress at the best of tttimes�without Blackout functional he is
difficult. He has a hard ttttime trying to conttta�hold in his anger at
Blackout�s getting slagged by the humans.�
�Bad things happen. Considering how
long this war has gone on you think he would know that.�
�Longer then humans eexxxxx- been
in the universe! Yet he does not knnnn�realize how lucky he�s been till now
that no one he lllloves is dead!�
�He cared a lot about this
Blackout?�
�Blackout was big slaggin dumb
flyboy. You would say helicopter since that is what his form was here. Yes
Barricade loved glitchy copter. Worst thing is he nevv�didn�t tell him and now
they might not be able to repair him enough to bring him back online.�
�Who is trying to fix the stupid
copter?�
�Hook is of course. No one is
planetside right now to assssi..help him though.�
�Call me no one then. This Blackout
person deserves to know someone loves him and that dumb mustang deserves the
chance to be publicly embarrassed while trying to tell him so. Fate has decreed
it and I need to be there. Will you take me to that spot without my running
into this Megatron these other bots are constantly worrying I�ll meet?�
�Yyyy�Sure!�
�Yourself and Frenzy will fit
between the paneling and into the access tunnels normally used by repair bots
when they work on the Nemesis. Most of the poor things were blown out into
space and got caught in the gravity well of that very large planet we passed by
on our way here. If there are any then this will keep you out of trouble.�
Thundercracker dropped a loop of
bright silvery cabling with a funky pendant on it around her neck.
�Its an ally bbbeacon! I did not
know you knew how to mma�create those!�
�Oldest trick in the book.
Seekers were the ones who invented ally beacons to begin with. During the age
of winds when so many of us were born we needed to know who was friendly and
who was from an enemy clan. This one is a double frequency emitter though.
Decepticon frequency is dominant but my particular clan�s Frequency is a part
of the underlying signal. Keep it close and I will be able to find you if need
be.�
�Can do Thundercracker. Thank you.�
The large jet robot was looking down
at her funny as he placed her on the ground next to Frenzy. She waved good bye
and went with frenzy intot he access panel and down a small corridor that the
regular decepticon would consider impassible.
�Decepticons don�t normally say
that.�
�Say what?�
�Thhhank you. It is not something
we ssss..tell each other. It can even be seen as a sign of weakness,
esssspecially since silly autobots say it all the ttt�often.�
�I had no idea about that. I will
still say thank you anyways. My mother raised me with manners. Manners usually
means saying thank you when given something that no one was forced to give you,
or when you are helped in some way. So I thank you as well Frenzy.�
�Helping Blackout will be thanks
enough for my hhh�assistance. If he is back to functionality within a few days
I will even teach you all the ways through the access tunnels that are not
ffff�under water. �
�There are a couple of places where
the hull integrity is that bad?�
�More then few�a lot.�
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