Chapter One, Homemaking

OoC: You guys don’t have to, but I think it might be interesting to write in the first person for this.

Oregon

Even though I didn’t have a heart any more, I could feel it sink as I watched the Autobot vessel fly upwards and leave the planet. Even though I said nothing, rather unmentionable words were streaming endlessly through my head. Typical Autobots, made a mess of things for us humans and didn’t bother to help clean things up. Their supposed “sacred life force” had turned myself and others into Transformers, of a technological level even the Autobots weren’t familiar with. But instead of helping us go back, they merely scanned us before leaving without so much as a whoopsy-daisy.

Now we were all alone on Earth, left to fend for ourselves. At least the Autobots had given us “permission” to use one of their abandoned bases for a home, scaled down for their smaller “Micromaster troops” and perfect for us. And they had given us the controls to their orbital teleportation system, so we could get to it quickly. I was a bit relieved that it was hidden away in Antarctica, far out of the reach of mankind. I’m no fool, being in robotic forms only made us vulnerable to those who would want to use us, or worse, dissect us.

“So…” I turned to the others once the space ship was out of the view of even our enhanced eyes, looking at these four strangers awkwardly. However, I couldn’t really think of what to say next. What was there to be said?

When it had first happened, I had been too shocked to be angry. I had become this...thing. My flesh was gone, my face was a gone, every part of me...replaced by this cold metal exterior. When the autobots had found me, I had been relieved...their technology was well in advance of anything my people had developed, this freak occurrence had obviously been a mistake of theirs, and they would fix it.

Only...they didn't. They hadn't fixed me. They hadn't even tried. They'd herded me in with four others...people like me, I guessed, and started talking to us. Told us what we could do, where we could live apart from the people who wouldn't recognize us as human any longer. Why should they? We weren't human.

My eyes, or whatever I had in their place, stayed riveted on the spot where the autobot ships vanished, and I did not move them. It had taken quite a while, but now that I was certain that I was not getting my old body back, now that all hope had just vanished into the blue sky, the anger began to bubble deep inside my brain. A flash of heat in my brain and a feeling of tension just below my metallic skin...it was a thing I'd felt before: inner rage, unresolvable inner rage, with no outlet.

I heard the others begin talking, but I didn't respond to them. My eyes were still trained on that point, and my expression was slack. My irate frame of mind could not be read by these four, and that was fine. My eyes lost focus and I took them from the sky. I still said nothing. I did not know what to do, but a furious energy filled me... I needed time alone...time to think, or break something, or just roar out at the fate which seemed to have turned its back on me.

This post has been edited by Void on Jun 9 2008, 06:14 PM

I suppose I'm still in shock. Becomeing this.... thing has me rattled to my very core. No longer human but a ... 'subspecies of transformer' one Autobot had said. I remember the change well and it makes me ill to recall all that pain I endured... to feel my insides warping, hardening all while screaming. That had been what drew attention to me. My screams. The Autobot scientists had poked me and scanned me, doing analisys after analysist. Then they just up and left!

What the hell! My mind screamed as my legs shook as I watched them just fly away to leave us to our fate. I had lost everything in that moment.. all my hopes of returning to my family, my dreams of my future... all gone. And Its not just me... others are suffering too.

At least I recognised what I seemed to have been merged with. The horse's face that stared out on my chest did a little to sooth me. I was more leggy now, taller then the others by some inches, and I still had some hair... a mane of black crested my head and flowed behind me. My eyes.. or whatever they were now were amber in glow and my sences... were still there but off somehow. Snorting in disgust at our supposed help I stamped my foot... hoof as I crossed my arms. I remained silent though as I listened to the others shifting. I was too upset to say anything and I knew I may regret the things that were crossing my mind at that moment.

I sat cross-legged on the cold metal floor - cold steel like my new skin, of the platform. My arms rested on my lap limply, I did not move any limb, or piece. The only 'thing' that I bothered doing was to twitch my now bright blue eyes, super eyes I dare admit. I stared sorrowfully at the sky, my focus on the diminishing black dot which was the autobot vessel leaving Earth, leaving -us-.
I glanced to the other persons who stood quite far on the platform too, but I didn't pay much attention to them and switched my gaze to my metallic hands. I looked at them with scorn yet out of boredom decided to inspect the structure of them, lifting slightly the plates to look at the many interconnected wires and robotic things which I had little knowledge about. I sighed deeply and bringing my left arm up I rested my head on my hand.

I kept glancing up to the sky randomly, my head lost in a sea of thoughts. From what I could tell all were negative; who would be thinking happy things anyways when you've been turned into an aberrant robot and which the only people that could help you went away to celebrate and enjoy their lives...I don't think that even the most retarded person in the universe would.
Were will I live? What about my friends? ...my family! Will my pets be afraid? What will my parents say? Or aunt- my bros!? Desperate thoughts of this kind and more swarmed my mind, and I could do nothing to stop them coming and coming. I felt pathetic as they bombed me and I did not do anything to keep them from stinging me or even worse to fix them.

I felt my throat tightening, even though I did not have an organic throat like before, you know that sensation that when you’re so dang sad and want to cry but you won’t do such thing because you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of some other unknown people that by just looking at their sizes and faces you knew they were older… far older. Luckily I knew a method for my pain, and that was looking at things not with a miserable side but with anger and scorn, and I just had the ticket for it.
I bit my lower lip, - which surprisingly I didn’t felt it being…so hard, in frustration and with my fingers I tapped them over the metal surface of my metal head, glaring with annoyance the horizon while hearing the chatter of the strange people. Rolling my eyes I wondered if I there was a switch to turn off my ears, or audio volume- receptors? whatever they called them.
I bent down, and pressed my hands to where I thought my ears would be, and thought of any things that came to mind and could distract me.
While thinking out of the blue things such as how would i get to defeat that boss in Metroid I turned to inspect myself, a thing caught my attention. Keen steel blades fold in such a way around my hip and back that for some reason, they looked to me like feathers, though I did not knew why they gave me the impression that they would serve for a task only meant to light weigh creatures. To fly.
I chuckled slightly with sarcasm and glanced up at the sky.
“And I can ‘dream’ I can fly…”

This post has been edited by Silverwing on Jun 11 2008, 10:14 AM

It is really too quiet.

Shifting between my feet, the silence was driving me just crazy. Actually, this whole situation was enough to drive anyone batty, or depressed, or angry...any really negative emotion. But I really didn't want to think about the mess. Watching at the shuttle with the Autobots on it disappeared, I just really could only wish I had my headphones with me. Than I at least could listen to something. If I didn't, than I would think about this whole thing and get that bad feeling in my stomach. But again, I didn't have a stomach anymore, did I? Could I even eat still? Agur...no more chocolate.

I didn't want to think such things! Not about how I couldn't be with my family anymore. That I not even human anymore, just some sort of machine. Why couldn't the Autobots do something about it? They should have been able to do anything, something...Why did this even have to happen? Now, what I am suppose to do for the rest of my life, what?! Oh, how I just wanted to actually be home, run upstairs to my room and grabbed my teddy bear and cry into it. It always made me feel better....than Mom would ask if I was all right, I would most likely say yes and than head down stairs to sit on the couch and watch TV.

Damn it, why couldn't this all be some dream!?!? Or a bad, really bad prank show? I am not laughing!

Ok, calm down, calm down. No need to totally freak out. Seeing the other four around me, they had to be as upset as myself. Would do no good to drop down to the ground, asking the high power why he decided to screw me over like this. As well, might as well solve one problem.

"Enough of this silence. Lets just get moving out of here to that base they gave us," I sighed out, placing my newly metal black hands on what I would call hips, "I don't know about you all, but I rather sleep inside than outside thank you very much."

Note: BK said I could go on ahead of him.

I raised my eyes from my feet and focused on the smaller freak across from me. Her build was lighter than mine...I didn't know if that meant anything, but I dismissed the observation as quickly as I made it. There was a barely restrained energy coursing through my limbs...I wanted to tear something apart, anything, destroy it. What she proposed was that we go make the best of things, go move on...but no, that meant resigning myself to this...this bullshit! This wasn't my fate, this wasn't just, it wasn't fair, it wasn't...it wasn't anything I was ready to accept.

I idly swung my right fist into collision with my left fist, a loud clang resounding rather than the sharp 'thwap' I was used to. I had done this back when I was human...which had always disconcerted people around me, and concerned my father about the damage and future arthritis it might result in. No fear of that any more, dad. I let my fists collide again while I looked around, my furious and nervous energy subsiding slightly.

"I don't know. I feel like taking a walk more than settling down for the night. Maybe I'll follow you guys, but I'm not gonna stay inside anywhere tonight, probably." Typically speaking, I'd either be really polite and nice on my first impression, or overly confident and in control, or possibly distant and uninterested, depending on who I was talking to and how I wanted to come off. Today I was too muddled to put on any persona, and really wasn't worried about my impression on these four with all of my other concerns. If I ruffled any feathers, I'd fix it later.

This post has been edited by Void on Jun 11 2008, 08:41 PM

OoC: Wow, Hex. I don't think I've ever seen you cuss before. o.O

Oregon

We were all in shock. That was understandeable. Myself, I've never been good under pressure. Ironic, since my family has a history of being in hairy situations before. But then, I'd always had my parents to look to for guidance and support. Now, I was on my own, and I wasn't 100% sure I could handle this.

But, what choice did I have? I wasn't completely sure if I wanted to live or not right now, but what if I decide later on that life isn't so bad like this? That seemed unlikely, but I've made big adjustments in life before. And how can I eventually decide that life is worth living if I'm not?

"Look... gator guy," I said. "I don't know if it's the smartest thing to split up. And I really think it's a bad idea to stay here. The authorities could arrive any minute, and what do you think they'll do when they find us? Probably cart us off somwhere and take us apart. Or worse, reprogram us--if that's possible--into weapons. Right now my free will is all I have, and I'd rather hang on to it.

"Look, I think it's safe to assume we're all we got right now. Even if we don't know each other, we're all in the same boat and we need to watch each others' backs. I vote we get to this base thing the Autobots told us about and get settled in. From there we'll have the luxury of time to decide what to do next. Out here in the open, I feel vulnerable."

I turn to the other people in the group, apparently all girls. Dammit, how ironic... I finally get a chance to meet some women, and I don't think I even have the parts any more to do anything. "Perhaps we should put it to a vote?"

I glanced idly at the female once she had spoken, and sighing in utter frustration I stood up and crossed my shimmering white arms over my equally flashy breast, which was as well white but had strange black markings in some places, and lied my back on the steel wall behind me. Damn it, it seemed as if everyone knew what they were, and it was outrageous not to have the single smallest clue what my mode was...if I could transform anyways.

I kept quiet and examined each bot-...person, carefully. Giving completly different looks at each as I looked at their faces or any action they did.
The horse lady: I didn't really gave her a negative neither positive look, neutral since she hadn't showed much of herself.
The bold female: Just as soon as she had started talking I immediately assumed that she would be the most annoying of all, muttering to myself "Fresa..." the way to address a snob in a hateful way in Mexico, my homeland, I glared at her and quickly switched to another person, this time to the hotheaded male.
At first I frowned scornfully at his fist warming-up action; I got along more with rash males OF MY AGE than with females, since I was that tomboy type, loving the mountain sports, fierce animals, fantasy-dragons on top of all, videogames, doing nasty pranks, etc. But I didn't like at all those -muy macho- people; well this was the impression this dude gave me by doing that bully-like threat, and I hated bullies as well. However as he spoke, my dislike disappeared.
I finally turned to the last one, a male, in contrast of the previous one, calm. I didn't examined him honestly, just heard him talk, for what he spoke caught more of my interest than the other's, especially after saying -into weapons- in such a way that I almost felt we were in a movie, or something of the sort. My mind then started wandering away, still listening and catching some of what he said but focused on that EPIC line.

To tell the truth, I'm a very imaginative person, and I mean in the -striding through the clouds- if you get what I mean. And I had a weakness for starting to build up a whole story in my mind once I had seen or heard something of my interest, such as in this case, what the guy said about us getting reprogrammed into killing machines, just to imagine us really getting to be done such thing, then as we wreak havoc little by little 'I' get to regain my own mind, then I try freeing my fellow comrades...wait comrades? Bah well in this story I try to make sense to them but they all go psycho like and suddenly get out of control and massacre the people who held -them- since I had been freed and then comes a secret organization who try to tame them but then the autobots come and for our or 'MY' since the others where just like beasts, terrible surprise they had been turned into decepticons - but they turn out to be from a parallel dimension! So I discover that I have to obtain this object of great power who is called -The will of the dragon- created by the powerful draconis council and blah blah blah blah....

This post has been edited by Silverwing on Jun 15 2008, 09:03 PM

"I dont like the idea of being trapped in a base none of us know off out in the middle of the freaking Antartic. For one its fricken cold there and two.... There would be no where for us to run if something did happen."

I speak up finally and turn toward the group. "However, splitting up would increase our chances at being caught and I for one do not want to be an experiment.... " I shiver. "We all know our kind..... humans are violent things by nature. I know that they would tear us appart in less then a heartbeat."

I move closer to the group and eyed them... I seemed to be the elder among them.. but then it was hard to tell my the way we looked now. "The best thing is to work with what we are given.. At the very least we have a shelter to fall in to."

"As if we would feel the cold..."

I smirked sarcastically and looked away from the group and far into the setting horizon, not caring for whatever reaction to my first impression would rise.
I was depressed, and when depressed I became a cold sarcastic and annoying prick, who liked saying harmful things to the people around whenever the chance arose to mention a crude fact, such as now. Can we feel stuff anyways? Regardless if they were elder, if i was in a group in which we were all strangers, I took the liberty to be disrespectful. Why do I care for anyways?
Like my mom says -People don't give you food- In other words, why do you care for what other's think or say about you? They don't do a crap for your life so for what concern about? Though in this case...it wasn't put as what it was truly meant for, but I was using it just for an excuse for my upset behavior.

While waiting for something to be decided for them, I somehow had this feeling I already stepped on some toes. I don't know how, but maybe from the look the feather girl was giving me or the reaction from lizard dude. Whoa, almost 50% of the group. Shifting a bit, maybe it would have just been better to keep my mouth shut. It would have been better than way. Stay out of everyone way and move along with the group. I didn't mind doing that. As long as something was decided.

But that didn't look anytime soon.

Seeing around at the group, it was easy to see the different forms of the others. One of the girls looked like some kind of bird and the other seem like a horse. The more angry filled of the two male was some kind of lizard, a reptile. The other guy was a little more harder to tell, but he had to be something with fur. Now myself, hell if I knew. I couldn't really tell. Man, I needed a mirror or some water to catch my reflection. Now, this just made the whole experience deeper inside of me. My face...it wasn't my face anymore. It wasn't the one I was use to seeing in the morning.

"Well....I think the one thing we can agree on is staying together and moving towards the base. So, lets do that first before decide what happens next,' I sighed out.

OoC: Hey Silver, try to maintain turn order, okay?

Oregon

I didn’t know these others, but I automatically assumed that I was the most cynical of the group. I had been raised to not trust the government, and my life experiences had taught me that people in general were not to be trusted. Heck, there were times when I firmly believed that the human race downright sucked. I just wanted to go someplace where nobody would find us, until we had a handle on our new bodies and could defend ourselves.

There four were the only ones I could trust, and not on merit of any personal observations. We had the same problem, and thus it was in our best interests to look out for each other. As a group, we were obviously disorganized. Perhaps we would learn to know each other better and trust each other for real as time went on. I just wished there was a way to fast forward through the tough beginner stage and jump right into a time when we had a handle on our situation. Sadly, life didn’t come with a fast-forward button. “The Autobots gave me access to the satellite system they left above the planet,” I said. “From here, I can have them teleport us instantly to the base… but it’s in Antarctica. I dunno if you would want to go outside there, gator guy. But they said there’s a training room there, you could work out your frustrations there if you want.”

I paused, looking to each of them once again for their permission to begin the teleport. I didn’t know what were we going to do if someone said no. We had to stay together, but we couldn’t stay here. I hated being in no-win scenarios like this. My brain usually tended to freeze up.

As they talked, I felt my attention waver. They couldn't tell the degree of my feelings here, which was good, but I really did want to walk away from them, wanted to get through what we needed to get through here so that I could get some time alone. I just...it's hard to have so much anger and hate, and still keep myself somewhat composed. I mean, they could read my body language a little, but my voice wasn't angry, and my face wasn't angry, I could keep composed around other people, but I didn't enjoy cooping it all up, I wanted to be alone, to dive into these black emotions head first...but I couldn't do it with all these people around me.

"Oh, like any animal here could withstand antarctic cold? Unless you're a leopard seal, you're out of luck too. Even the bird wouldn't make it--not to offend, miss--since I don't see the standard tuxedo of a penguin. If these stupid, garbage replacement bodies can't stand the cold, we're all screwed, and it has nothing to do with what animals they emulate." I wasn't yelling, though my disgust with the autobots was pretty clear in my description of their 'upgrade' to my human form. It had to do with their technology. If it wasn't good enough to withstand those temperatures, then they shouldn't have a base there, anyway.

"Let's just do it. As long as you can teleport us back, I don't care if we take a jaunt to this place or not. As for a training room, it's not like we're going to be doing their job for them in their absence, so we won't have any need for that. I think it's safe to say that we've all got something against these irresponsible assholes, so we certainly don't owe them anything. I'm game to eat their porridge and sleep in their beds, but I'm not gonna act like an autobot just because they made me look like one."

I smiled as I looked up at the fading vapor trail in the sky. "We are not animals ... we are more so and I suspect this trip will not affect us temperture wise. What we all need is a place to run away too, to adjust to our state and in many ways heal. We feel betrayed and abandoned and hiding may be the best thing not only for us but for our loved ones. I mean I dont want my family caught up in all this should something happen." Why I was speaking up in such a soft tone? I didnt want to leave anyone behind....

I was scared yes. Very scared. I did not like the idea of exiling myself to a cold wasteland of Ice and freezing winds. I wanted to go home to the blazing heat of the desert... to wrestle with my brother... and spend time with my boyfriend. Thinking of them all was almost unbearable. "Yes.. lets go. Hopefully things can smooth out."

(Oops, sorry my bad)

I kept quiet hearing the others, occasionally frowning at the people's commentaries.
It was then when the croc boy spoke about me, of course my attention pinpointed the older guy immediately. I shrugged in response, expressing that what he had said did not bother me, though once more i examined myself. Yes, I didn't have the color scheme of a penguin, adapted to the cold...yet something seemed to be telling me that I WAS adapted to the antarctic climate, but why? I did not knew.

Ok, they say I'm a bird due to this steel feathers...but. Where are the- A tingle in my back turned me from my thoughts and I stared at the jutting blades. -wings...
I hadn't noticed before, but my back seemed far more bulky than before, yes I bet this transformation had made me bigger, but I don't think that much to have become the Notre dame's hunchback smaller representation.
However, i could see a separation line between the bulk and my original sized back, as well a line diving in half from top to bottom this mass.
I then tried, somehow, sending some kind of whatever this robotic body could possibly do, to move any zone of my back. I heard grinding noises, slight ones, and a sudden feel of pain rushed through my whole body, biting back a scream of agony I ceased the movement by lunging forward a little. The pain still pulsated strongly and with the sudden jerk I unbalanced and nearly tripped, luckily the platform's handrail prevented my fall, and hopefully had it not been there, me plummeting down to a sure death at the bottom of the canyon.

I whimpered a little for the pain was unbearable, gritting my teeth and my eyes shut I tried thinking of other things, for my psychologist once told me that pain fades away when you focus on other thing. However, I was very bad at keeping my mind fixed on one thing so the aching persisted but slowly eased. The source of it, my back of course. Why? Hell I wish I knew, perhaps the Autobots like me had a self-destruct mechanism and accidentally triggered it. I shuddered at the thought.
I held the bars tightly as the pain passed and when it had I wearily let myself fall, my arms preventing me from slumping to the floor by placing them on the opposite side of the handrail that faced my body, and dangled in the air, along with my head which I hung low, looking at the bottom of the cliff.

I let a long sigh and glanced to where the others stood. "It doesn't make a bit of difference for me, we will still be alone...But I bet it will be far more interesting than this boring place- besides I don't want anyone stalking me, pinches noticieros y policias metiches..." I cursed in my own language, these stalkers were of course the meddlesome paparazzis and the corrupted police..talk about the army! Oh my God.
"Besides, I've always wanted to visit Antartica...no mosquitoes and no allergies-umm..."

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Crappy post sorry :[