Author's Note:

This is the first chapter of my first story. None of the main cast of Transistor are in it yet, but they will show up later, I promise. I will also reference the game Bastion (another Supergiant Games creation from before Transistor) on occasion, but this will not be a crossover, I promise.

Also, some words will have brackets after them due to stylisation like this: Example(). They are also capitalised. This is something the game does to signify an ability that the main character is using and I will continue with that tradition.

Lastly, I am writing in British English. Please don't be offended by this. Don't be shy in voicing opinions, but please no flames.

Start of Chapter() One: Get Them to the Bastion

We, the future host, Antonym, Jenny D'Angelo and I were walking down the road. The sun was crying and the bombinating sky above us buzzed and except that I wasn't walking, I floated behind and above them.

"Where do we go now?" asked the blonde one. Not too worry about him, he dies soon after-all. In the end we learnt that his dad embezzled money from a beneficial organisation to us so we can forgo pleasantries until then.

"Ikea believe you have no IKEA where to go," she fan boated. "If anyone has the right to be confused it is our guest from Cloudbank" [AN: This isn't an commercial advertisement promulgation for that company. It's just how Jennie communioncates. I don't mean to break website policies here with this.]

As we turned into the back alleys, tuned to a dead channel. I could feel them.

We enter-keyed into the Mardi Gras district where jesters and revellerers were drinking and wearing necklaces made out of beads. Agilitous Beadstealers were flashing people their QRcodes and grabbing and thieving and tearing peoples' bead necklaces. The colourful beads spilled onto the streets and down guttering systems. About 34 in every 79 started to mutate and morph into full-size nanofab men wearing suits and sunglasses. They are but for one out of infinity in attempts to counterterrorise me. The crying continued.

Not everyone noticed what was happening due to inferior human reactionary times and cryers yelling out capitalist propagandist bargain like free desolator recipes in exchange for OVC-mail addresses. Did they not know that all recipies are the same and everyone could access the same identical information if they simple pooled together the same address.

Suddenly, there was an ambrosial commosian and people began to ran away, yet retrospectively, I know everything now as an ever-evolving cyber-being. Bring da rukus; time to keyhole out.

Badass music.

I used Storage() to revert back to my Cell. Ilanded into the arms of my empty human half. I was intergrated. They indeed did not have a Trace. We were whole once again.

The walls of the alley began to shift and twist and fundamentally collapse around us. Two men came out of the distortions, one on each side of us. They both had a gun and a mobile and scarfbandanas that covered their mouths and helmets on top of their heads above and behind us. I expended my energy to get to safety us. We warped through the dismorph gates left behind us. We were safe for now as our passage closed behind us.

Within minutes, I Storage()d into the lights above and causing a temp brownout by lapping in reverse around the electricty cuirciutry, absorbing as much as one I could.

I re-entered them and took complete control of using my energy serges. We stealthed around desks, cubicals and empty halls. All agents must be back in the cities searching for me. They won't find me here in their storm-eye. But stealthsecton I spoke too soon as a single guard whistled down the halls walking slowly away from us. I thoughtbubbled an idea. What if we avoid him entierly? Not a second later and one of the lights between us exploded.

"Uh, oh. SpaghettiOs!" he exclaimed. He span round on his boot heels and spotted us dithering in the hallway. "You! Are you the new we designer? You certainly look like one."

A lady walked up behind him and zapped him with a voltage stunner. She supported her fall down to the fall. She came close to us.

"You a Hackour?"

"No," I scrathed their head. "I'm an ex-Hackour in the body of a Trace-less vessel."

"I'm from Thunder-Squad and I already know everythin' 'bout you." she lied.

A gentleman walked up behind her and zapped the lady with a stunner voltage. He supported her fall right down to the ground. He came close to us.

"I'll handle this imposter." He folded his arms. "I'm a real ThundereR and I have some advice for you. Don't cause blackouts in enemy terrortory moments after triggering a Hackour alarm. I had to break cover for this. No more help after this."

"But," I reprised, "this human I'm residing in has no idea about any of this and too make matters worse -"

Footsteps with almost no gaps between them cut me off. The Thunder member hushed me and became feeling the walls. Multiple people must be running toWASDs us.

"No excuses. No failure. For the glory of Thunder." He pushed us into the wall and we fell through it, leaving him behind. Gunshots rang out as the portal closed.

We continued falling back through the alley where I first fused with the human. Two bodies lay there with the nanofab soldiers crawling over them and up the walls. Shouting was emanate-coming from the roofs of the skyscrapers. We conti'ued to fall until we hit the floor and fell further still right through it.

We wormholed into another district where necklaces mades out of beads were being worn by drinking partygoers. A woman looking like an alacritous Beadthief grabbed meus and ran faster than humanly possible. We were practically Jaunt()ing, but that was impossible. That particular Function was lost the to Datalines over 2.6 years ago. None of the thousands since possessed it. My Eye() could not be wrong about that.

She dragged us through night-time inner-city New Year celebratrions, daylight birdwatching, planespotting and streetpartying and straight into a ground floor apartment's masquerade ball. She Mask()ed which sent the Function into my integrated Cell and resonated into my new body allowing the human to turn invisible with us, no matter how brief.

"Thunder and Glory!" She exclaimed, pushing us through a glitched window. We were transported yet again, but we would be alright without help now as long as the Mask() Function held.

To our horror, we were back in the alley where we started. Most of the nanofab men were felled and melting back to a pre-bead ooze state, leaving behind dinged bullet caselings and caseholes in the walls from the fighting and climbing.

Human bodies were wearing Mardo Grad Dress and slumped in a pile - my horrorfeld human host isn't very chatty right now, but will be next chapter I promise - one was blonde haired and one was wearing aforementio Mardo Gard dress red and sparkLED still in the setting evening sun - which was still crying over the end of the box set by the way - so was Jenny.

Two dew-blue hued cubes flew into view. "Well," Anton vocalised vocable thoughts to me via his Trace, "it's a good thing my dad has the money to fix this."

"Do you want to come along?" I asked. "We can use you."

Jenny began to sentenced, "I don't want to go with Ant-o-nym. I can't Belize he's can be so optimystic-o'-light-at-end-of-tunnel." She aircrafted.

"We must leave the cities before the other Process come," I renegaded. "You won't last an hour without being Poeccessed by ehem without us," I C3P0ed.

"Us?" asked surprised Antonym.

"We survived by integrating."

"OK, Computer," Anton-whym whimsied;

"More like an 'OK album,' Jenny quipped"

I shifted my Cell into the hand my host doesn't write with and transmogrified it into a much betterer and ascended form. It became a pure with white claw qith a huge red eye in the back of hand. I absorbed the two Traces and will never speak of them again.

I forged on to reach a safe place.

We reach the waterfront shortily before night falls. The moon begins to grins.

The Mask() wore off and my host became consciousness incarnegie again. They looked at the back of my hand and - "We need to arrive at the Bastion" I somethinged to cut them off from too much bad thinking, my red eye on their hand glowing as a spoke.

"This is the last time i go chippying" my host Daz4Zoed insode our collective mind. They were 1% processed at this point, so don't blame me for her atomnious dialog. "The Bastion?'

"Yes. All will be fixed when one once we arrive at the Bastion."

End of Chapter() One.

I have made a few edits to correct misspelt character names since first uploading, but if you see anything else that needs correcting please tell me.