Yep. Birds is getting a re-write, more precisely a major overhaul in regardsto basically everything, don't expect to see many if any similarities between old and new. Now then. Aria and Wren belong to me, Kia belongs to Dragonriderwarrior, and Ira belongs to 1234Devyn. Now then, with that said, I hope you enjoy, oh quick warning, this story is gonna get a lot more... shall we say, risque over that of the original? Also, I am also posting Birds on my account on Archive, where I plan to attach some piece of artwork I do for the story in the chapters. I also plan to post one chapter ahead over there, so chapter 2 is to be posted over there today, my account there is the same name as I have here.

With all that said, have fun and enjoy! (Did I already say that?)

London Zoo Staff room, 2017

"Bloody hell… if the heat ain't gonna do me in, the smell is…" A man huffed, fanning his face with his hand, whilst the other pressed a chilled bottle of water to his head. "How in the name of god are you even drinking tea in this weather?" The man exclaimed, brushing his sweaty brunette bangs out of his face.

The woman sitting opposite to him just raised a delicate eyebrow at him from behind the pair of sunglasses they was wearing. "Because unlike you, I wasn't raised in a fridge, it's 25 degrees Celsius, really, you need to get out in the sun more Damien." They announced, tone stoic and expression flatter than a pancake ran over by a steamroller, raising their mug to their lips again the quote 'It's nice to be nice, but sometimes, it's just not appropriate'. In the pocket of their overalls, their phone was buzzing with notifications as it always was, the sound was barely noticeable and the sensation was something they were long numb to, they'd check the messages when they were at home, away from eyes they didn't trust, at present, the music playing from the pair of headphones around their neck hid the sound of constant notifications from their co-worker.

Damien's expression became that of irritation. "Oh… I'm sorry, I thought I was talking to Aria, why'd you have to interrupt our conversation?"

The woman's features shifted a bit, sea green eyes promising pain from behind the black glass which hid them as a lock of black and white hair fell from it's place tucked behind their ear. "She made this tea for me to enjoy, she hates herbal tea." They announced, gesturing to the half drank mug of herbal tea, before taking another long, drawn out, maybe taunting, sip. "Honestly you should be used to this by now Damien, we swap around every few minutes at least." They announced, twiddling with the necklace under their overalls with their free hand, elbows off the table and legs crossed.

If it weren't for the worn, messy green overalls they wore, Damien would have sworn they were a visiting investor to the park who'd been given access to see the parks non-tourist areas, the fact they only ever wore grayscale clothing added to the assumption of most when they first met the women, there was also the unnerving feeling one got when gazing upon the Cruella devil reminiscent hair colours which split down the main parting, the white side streaked with black, the black side streaked with white, all currently tied back into a low ponytail, any other time outside of work and the mass would be cascading down past their rear, both of them hated getting it cut.

"Yeah I know, sorry, Wren, it's not exactly easy to tell when you two switch places, you're pretty discrete about it." He tried to apologise.

"Would you like me to hand over to Aria?" The bored, and slightly hurt look the woman now bore made Damien feel like he'd been kicked in the gut, and a made him feel like a bit of a douche.

He hadn't meant to distress the women, and now, he was caught, if he said yes, Aria would be bearing down on him like a mad bull at upsetting Wren, and then Wren would refuse to talk to him for months, and if he said no, well, that meant this awkward situation would only continue to get worse, and awkward situations normally resulted in Wren starting to act up, try and break the air with facts she probably didn't realise were disturbing, uncomfortable, or… something else.

"Errrrr…"

His saving grace came a moment later, shrill screeches erupted from the open door to the medical wing.

Wren's chair was crashing to the floor a moment later, the women bolting inside the medical wing before he had time to even register which of the current residents had made such a racket.

It took the concerned, yet always bubbly voice of Aria talking to Hera for Damien to get out of his chair and nearly run into the doorframe. "What's wrong with Hera?!" He exclaimed, glancing between the thrashing adolescent Harpy Eagle, and her caretaker.

Hera was currently being treated for her left wing, which had a nasty sprain on it she'd gotten a week prior.

"There's something in her enclosure, hey, hey, hey baby, come on, easy, easy, shhh, shhh, easy." Their arm snapped out and grabbed onto the Harpy Eagles tasselled legs, holding tight and hissing as claws raked their skin for a moment through the padded overalls, they hadn't had the time to grab her Falconry glove on in their rush.

Thankfully, once she was out of the small pen, the thirteen month old Harpy settled, warbling and screeching at a far lower volume, which in turn eased the other creatures who'd been stirred into a frenzied panic by the cries of the young Alpha predator.

Damien was keeping his distance as Aria peered into the enclosure. "Odd, there's something in the corner, Damien, can you go get my glove please?" Aria enquired as they knelt down, extending their occupied arm out uncomfortably behind them to keep Hera away from the object. It was abnormal to say the least, covered in markings they both had a sneaking suspicion they recognised, if this was some sick joke, Aria was handing full control over to Wren so she could hunt down the culprits. Then she'd just revel in the aftermath. Maybe buy a few white roses to toss on the body bags...

Everyone knew their second passion in life, after Falconry, was the Transformers franchise, they could talk the microphone off a computer if they wanted on the subject, it had allowed them to form countless friendships, especially that of their two closest, who'd long since become sisters to them. What people were not so aware of was what they and their 'sisters' really did, whilst they used their shared passion of Falconry to cover their tracks.

The Autobot insignia Earrings, the dual sided Talismen with the insignia they used to signal which of them was in control, hell, the Tattoo of their names in Cybertronian which arched along her collarbones gave their passion away, the final tattoo which ran from the top of their shoulder blades and down to her hips however, was not Transformers related, and was one they made sure to keep hidden.

But to do something like this to one of her Avian charges… Someone was gonna get a headful of lead, a light up Matrix of leadership? Where'd someone even get one?

"S-sure." The poor man stammered, he wasn't used to handling Carnivores, especially avian Carnivores, he worked with the Capuchin Monkeys, one of the Harpy Eagles main food sources.

The man went back into the main staff room, but his search was abruptly cut off by a startled human cry, a cacophony of animal cries, and a blinding flash of light.

Jolting the man raced back into the medical wing.

The animals were in a panic, screeching and thrashing in their pens.

But Arien, Hera, and a good chunk of the tiles on the floor, were gone, a large scorch mark in the doorway to the pen, and the object gone.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! OH SHIT !"

Kenya

A supped up camo jeep roared across the the dirt road it was on, engine thrumming and the tires sending up a cloud of dirt behind it.

High above, a Bateleur eagle let off a triumphant screech.

The driver's expression morphed into an almost manic smirk as the jeep hit another rough patch at high speed, sending the entire high speed, off roader vehicle into the air for a moment.

Her passenger, her probably temporary co-worker and old childhood friend, Janmi, let off another terrified cry, both hands clutching the 'oh shit' bar to her right, her heart racing from something vastly different from her suddenly manic co-worker.

"KIA! SLOW DOWN!"

"No way! I ain't losing this bloody race!" Kia shouted right back, somehow slamming the accelerator even further into the ground, her hands, scuffed and calloused from years of exertion, tightened their grasp around the leather of the steering wheel.

Janmi, an atheist, decided to start praying to the cosmos for her continued existence.

There was no chance in hell the twenty six year old woman driving the vehicle was going to heed her wish to live to see the next day. She was just too damn competitive for her own good.

Then, in one heartstopping moment. Kia hit the brakes, pulling the jeep into a hard right, elating both a scream from Janmi, and the brakes themselves as the sudden shift in direction threatened to roll the vehicle entirely.

Thankfully, that wasn't the case, Janmi, however, barely registered that fact, to busy trying to roll the window down fast enough to try and get air back into her suddenly empty lungs, having let out such a long sigh of relief at being alive, she'd ran out of air.

Kia, had no such need to stay alive, kicking the drivers side door open and leaping out of said new exit, hand snatching out and grabbing her falconry glove and shoving it on her left arm.

Her feet hit the ground, rushing to the finish line.

An old Elephant skull.

The cry of the Bateleur eagle sped her up.

And she finally beat the damn bird, her foot triumphantly hitting the ground right next the skull as her gloved arm snapped up expectantly, the black ink cybertronian tattoos that sprawled out across the skin not covered in the thick leather prominent against her brown skin.

The smug face she had, was not ignored by her Bateleur.

As evidenced by the fact that the irritated black, red-ish brown, cream and pink faced bird, instead landed on her head, letting off another screech as his claws sank into the brown mass of barely contained hair that the Hispanic woman had.

"GOD DAMNIT NIBBLER!" She snarled. "On the arm! You land on my arm !" She stomped her foot with the last three words to express her point.

Janmi snorted as she finally got out of her side of the jeep, he legs still a little weak from all the blood having been pumped to her heart and head during the terrifying race. "Well Kia, given the size of that pride of yours, I'm not surprised he goes for the larger landing pad." She snorted, her accent thick and smooth like honey.

Kia snorted right back, reaching up to take Nibbler by the tassels, the Eagle didn't fight, hopping off her head and onto her gloved hand, which he quickly moved to start chewing the heavily padded thumb. Used to this, Kia ignored the bird to instead prop her ungloved hand on her hip, raising an irritated eyebrow at the Mocha skinned woman she now had as a co-worker whilst she was stuck in Kenya on her mother's orders. "Says the woman who literally grew an afro to personify her own over inflated ego."

Janmi pouted, the Kenyan National striking a pose, hand to her forehead in mock exasperation. "Thou wounds me! A delicate Gloriosa Lily like myself! Marred by an ego like yours! Why it's practically blasphemy!"

Kia huffed, wishing she had both arms free so she could cross them, instead, her free hand went down to her hip, running along handgun holstered there. "Wren's rubbed on off you evidently."

Janmi just smirked and sent the woman a wink. "You know it. When a woman can hold a town silent with a single word, yah gotta take notes."

"Whatever, I can see why Ira thinks you're the female version of Knockout, without the sadistic tendencies of course… well, most of the time." She chuckled then, remembering times long past.

Janmi just laughed at that. "Of course I am! Look at me! I'm fabulous!" She announced, gesturing to her, admittedly, gorgeous figure.

Kia sent the woman a look, before turning to the long striped and sun bleached acacia tree that grew close to the Elephant skull, she planned to let Nibbler perch on when they were out here.

The Bateleur Eagle however, was not interested in staying on his perch, and with a surprising amount of determination, broke from Kia's grasp, taking to the air.

" SHIT ! NIBBLER! GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN TURKEY!" Kia shouted, breaking out into a sprint, bounding over the odd shrub and log as the Bateleur flew just over the ground.

"Kia! Be careful! THERE'S LIONS HERE!" Janmi shouted, knowing she'd have no chance of keeping up with the woman, the former latino track runner was only ever outpaced by her sister from another mister Ira, that speed demon could run laps around anyone, what she couldn't do, was beat Kia in a wrestling match, the woman was as tough a cookie as her father before her, and just as intimidating.

Janmi let a content smile form on her face, being friends with one of the heads of the Triage came with some heavy perks. Not that she could brag about it to anyone, it could get her killed.

Kia however, was more focused on the fact that Nibbler had finally landed a short ways off, only to take right back up into the air, with what looked like a cube held in his talons.

The first thought that entered her mind was 'What the flying fuck is a perfect cube doing in the middle of nowhere' the next was 'MINI-ALLSPARK!'

That had come upon spotting the surprisingly familiar Cybertronian markings that she must of seen a few thousand times in her life.

The next thought was 'The hell is a Mini-Allspark doing in the middle of Kenya?'

Before she could mull on it further, Nibbler was dropping it into her hands, it felt like metal, but also felt as light as a feather.

Then, Nibbler did a very strange thing, he landed right on her gloved arm, tilted his head at her, and let off a screech.

The next thing Kia knew, she was engulfed in a blinding light.

Said light, was clearly spotted by Janmi, who, in her panic, broke into a sprint, shouting her old friends name in terror.

When she reached the spot, all that was left was a smoking divot in the ground.

"Oh… shit... Imma dead woman walking… How the hell am I supposed to explain this to the Triage?"

Rome, Italy

"IIIIIRRRRRAAAAAA!"

"I AIN'T DONE SHIT ! ... TODAY !"

Two young adults scowled at each other, one perched on a sofa, the News playing in front of him, the BBC headlines running along the bottom as a woman droned on in English. The other, the female, was propped up against her doorway, free hand holding a dead mouse.

The male teen, Benedict, pointed furiously at the screen, apparently assuming that would explain everything to the female teen, despite the fact that she couldn't actually see the device due to it being out of view of her position.

"Care to clarify? I was trying to feed Keeley. Yah dick." Ira huffed, glaring at one of her many roommates.

Benedict scowled. "Oh yah know, 'someone' painted a fucking massive dick on the side of the Roman Coliseum last night, a giant, metal, dick."

Ira scowl/pouted. "Fuck, I was planning to do that next week… on the Parliamentary Building… Why the hell yah think I'd deface history!? I ain't pissing off both sides of Arien!"

"IRA!" Benedict exclaimed.

"Wwwwwhhhhaaaaaattttttt?!"

"You're bloody fucking impossible!"

"No ah am not! Ah jus' hate Politics righ' now! But ah ain' home in tha USA where ah could do it tah the source, oh, ah don't know, Capitol hill maybe! Yah know, to piss off tha lot! Besides! My previous statemen' was correct, I ain' done shit!" With that said, she slammed her door back shut.

Benedict scowled. "YAH MENTAL!"

From inside her room, the young adult shouted right back through the speakers on either side of the now closed door. "SAYS THA ONE WITHOU' THA PHD IN SOFTWARE AND COMPUTER ANALYSIS!"

"Damnit, why the fuck she gotta be a computer prodigy…"

A chuckle came from the woman lying strewn out on the island in the attached kitchen. "Cause she's got three sisters, all with PHD's, all rooting for her. An' none of them ever let her fall behind, only pushed her further. Also, her entire biological family are tech prodigies, it's as much in their blood as iron is."

"Two, two, Clementine, she has two 'sisters' with PHD's." Benedict tried to point out. "DID don't mean shit."

"It does yah prick, stop saying Aria and Wren are the same person, you know how nuts Ira gets when yah go all ass about it." Clementine huffed, pointing an accusing finger at the Parisian. "Remember who's letting us stay in her penthouse, sleek and modern as all fuck home, rent free."

Benedict scowled. "I'm just saying, how many recorded cases of the different personalities 'getting along' and not ending up like complete psycho's are there? NONE! She's faking it! You saw Split! DID's are dangerous! Shouldn't be trusted with a stick!"

"I'm not talking to you Benedict, you already know my opinion on the matter, also, why the hell yah tryin' to rile her up, that ain't a metal dick that's on the news, it's a human dick, like you. Yah dick't." Clementine retorted, scowl marring her face, before pushing herself off the island and striding towards the corridor, untamed blonde hair bouncing as the resident clean freak approached Ira's room, pressing down on the button next to the door which linked to a set of speakers on the other side of the sound proof, and blast proof door, which was covered with many, many warning signs, pictures of Transformers, both Cannon and not, and a bunch of other stuff that Ira had stuck there over time.

"Who dares disturb mah domain!?"

Clementine snorted. "The ever loyal servant to the Tech Harpy of course."

"Hmmmm… I have many loyal servants, what's tha password."

"Sisukno." She whispered, Benedict wasn't supposed to know, he wasn't with them.

"Enter."

The shit eating grins the two women exchanged at Benedict's distant displeased comment could rival that of Hyenas.

Ira was perched at her desk, fingers lightly brushing over the head of her beloved Red Kite Keeley. "If he wasn' such a good cook I'da shown him tah tha curb by now." Ira huffed, just as her stomach growled. "Damnit, I'm cravin' Aria's beef wellington too…"

Clementine chuckled, moving to drape herself over the red and gold striped duvet which was neatly tucked into the edges of Ira's bed. "Same, that girl knows how tah cook."

Ira laughed then. "I ever tell yah about tha time Wren tried to use Aria's recipe?"

"Only about sixty times this last month alone."

That got a tongue being poked at her.

"Not denying it ain't fucking hilarious." She quickly added.

Ira snorted, a wide, fond smile on her features as she watched Keeley continue to rip into the mouse she'd given the Red Kite as an afternoon snack. "They're at work righ' now, I'll call um later, ask Arien to see if they could come over some time soon, maybe Kia too… but she's out in batshit nowhere, with as much signal as a fucking rock. Yah know, keeping off the radar till the heat dies down and all that..."

Clementine nodded, staring at the ceiling above, the posters there ranging from sleek sports cars, mostly Lambos, Corvettes and Aston Martins, others were paintings of all sorts of things, the 'punk art' as Benedict called it, was Ira's, the landscapes painted in vibrant contrasting colours being Aria and Wren's pieces that they sent Ira every so often when the women had some free time, and could agree on what to paint. Then there was the traditional Mexican artwork scattered around the room, everything from clay skulls painted for the day of the dead to a collection of pots which Ira used to hold her own painting tools.

A familiar clicking sound drew Clementine's view away from the ceiling, and instead to Ira's hands, and the sleek custom revolver in the twenty four year olds grasp. "Pissed?"

Ira tilted her head just enough to flash a smirk at her closest friend after her sisters. "The Hell I am, someone's tryin' tah take over my shtick."

Her hands, bejeweled with metal, gem studded rings, went right back to work typing code into the four separate computers on her desk once the weapon was safely put down on the desk, ready to be hidden away within its owners clothing.

"Yah trying to find the slagger?"

"Wha' do yah think I was doing? Hacking Fort Knox? Been there, done tha', they still ain' caught me."

Clementine smirked. "You could bring a country to it's knees if you wanted to."

"Pfft, I ain't baiting the rage of Arien. They're why I've only been targetin' 'bad guys' in tha world. They got more power hidden away than me. Best at hiding it too, no one but the highest tiers knows who they even are."

Clementine nodded. "You three certainly could do a lot of damage, Kia's links to the Mafia's, Arien's… contacts her and her folks… 'acquired' over the years, and you with your threats and capabilities of disarming entire military forces within a few short minutes… damn girl. Lord's help us if yah were all Con fans… Well, most Cons." She added at Ira's pointed gaze.

Ira shrugged. "Yah know we ain' into causin' anarchy, our parents were, not us, we're fixing the damage not addin' to it." The words she spoke then were rehearsed, spoken a thousand times over to doubters of the Triage, the unity of the three global underground forces she, Kia, and Arien represented and run respectively.

"By painting giant metal dicks on the sides of some of the most important political buildings in the world?"

"Pfft, hobby. You heard from the boys down south?" Change of subject, Clementine knew not to press further on the recent news.

Ira had probably already gotten a ping from Arien about it.

Those women were never out of the global loop.

Clementine shook her head. "Nothing new so far, everyone's behaving, am I allowed to know the next stage of this grand plan of yours?" She watched as Ira shut down her screens, stroking Keeley's head with the other hand before moving to pick the Kite up, the ever loyal bird not fussing at all as a decorative hood was placed over her eyes and she was placed into her travel case. "Can't, gotta educational talk at the local high school, biology class, they're doing about Predatory evolution, fascinating subject you know." The twenty four year old smirked, swaying her hips from side to side in a taunting fashion as she stretched her arms over her head, causing her shirt to pull up and reveal the toned muscle beneath, marred by the odd scar. "Wonder how many little boys I'll be getting excited today."

Clementine responded with an appreciative wolf whistle. "Knock 'um dead boss."

Ira flicked her pixie cut, fiery red hair back, striking a dramatic pose. "Darling, wherever I go, I'm leavin' them dead." With that, she swept up her revolver, and two hand guns, each custom, one lush gold, the other blood red.

All three were quickly hidden away under her worn leather jacket, the thick leather also hiding the Cybertronian tattoos of both her full name, and code name, which wrapped around her forearms.

Sprawled across her chest, the emblem of the Triage, hidden by a tight fitting brownish red shirt.

Clementine went to stand, moving to open the door for the slightly older woman.

Ira gave her a thankful nod, picking up Keeley's carrier, making her way down the corridor, when she reached the halfway point she stopped and turned back to Clementine. "I forgot tah grab mah keys."

Clementine snorted, reaching over the key rack which hung next to the door. "Which keys?"

Ira paused, placing her free hand on her chin, pouting slightly as she mulled over her options. "Give me mah Gallardo, I wanna ride in Sunny today." She responded, the mere nickname of one of her two favourite Lambos making a wide smile form on her face.

Clementine nodded, picking up the keys without even looking, and tossing them towards Ira.

Ira easily caught them, only to double take at the four keys now in her palm.

"Omega lock keys? When the fuck did ah get ahold of..." She was cut off by the sudden blinding light which exploded out from them, causing a minor shockwave to blast down both sides of the corridor.

The shockwave knocked Clementine back, and had Benedict jumping up from the sofa, ears ringing and expression filled with panic and shock as he rushed for Clementine, who was laying prone against the cupboard the force of the blast had thrown her into.

Already the smoke alarms had activated, the sprinkler system coming out of it's hiding places around the penthouse apartment to handle the minor blaze left in the corridor.

Benedict went to help Clementine up, only for her to shove him away, a shocked look on her face as she pulled out her phone from her slightly charred pocket.

She was quick to dial in a number she had memorised to heart by now.

A black and white icon stared back at her as the dial tone rang once, twice, three times, then went to voice mail.

An automatic voice began to play, but she was already redialing, praying that Arien would respond.

Arien never missed a call, one of them always picked up.

They never let it go to voicemail.

This time, there was another response.

'The phone you are trying to reach, has been terminated.' A deep, baritone voice spoke, then cut out.

Her heart was racing now, fingers frantic as they almost miss speed-dialed Kia's number.

Nothing, it rang, went to voice mail.

Again, the same message, the phone apparently 'terminated' The same Baritone voice.

Arien and Kia had different phone brands...

Before she could dial again, a new icon appeared, Janmi's.

She slammed the accept button.

"JANMI!"

'CLEMENTINE!'

"IRA'S GONE!"

'KIA'S GONE!'

A silence rung out between the two women.

Clementine spoke first. "Have you managed to contact Arien?"

'Fuck no, got a message saying her phone had been terminated! That's impossible! No one would dare even touch her phone! Let alone know who she was!'

Clementine's resolve hardened then. "Ira just vanished in a big old ball of explosive light." She dropped into the desk chair her boss had been sitting in not minutes earlier, thankfully, the sprinkler system had only come on in the corridor.

Screens lit up, the Triage insignia coming to the forefront.

Username, all seven different passwords, each designed to be harder to crack then the last flew past.

The main user interface was already before her.

'CALLING ALL AGENTS! THE HARPIES ARE M.I.A. REPORT TO YOUR SUPERVISORS, PREPARE FOR WORST CASE SCENARIOS.'

Instantly, messages came flooding in, from all across the world, the chat line becoming a blur as thousands of Triage agents responded, trying to figure out what had happened.

She typed one last message.

'We could be under attack. Prepare for a crackdown. All agents, number one priority is locating the Alpha Tier.'

She hesitated in pressing, Janmi was still on the line, likely viewing the feed herself.

Crackdown only meant one thing.

Only the four highest tiers had the authority to call for it, and it had to be cleared by all three Harpies.

But in this situation, that safeguard was impossible.

She hit enter.

Likely changing the fates of millions if not billions of lives in the process.

If it was deemed absolutely necessary, the Triage was coming out of it's thousand years of hiding.

They had to find the Harpies, before everything broke down.

Wren: Now... what the hell kinda stunt did you just pull damnit?!

Aria: Ugh, duh, it's called getting warped to an alternate reality Wren.

Wren: BY A MATRIX OF LEADERSHIP?! What kinda shit are you trying to pull?!

Moon: Nothing... much... maybe a bit of foreshadowing?

Aria: Well that's not a comforting thought.

Wren: You're lucky that if I kill you, we stop existing.

Moon: Should I expect that on all my birthday and Christmas cards now?

Aria: Most likely... anyway, thanks for reading readers! Hope to see more of you!

Wren: Sister, really, breaking the forth wall already?

Aria: Eh, why not, it looks like we got this ending to ourselves, right?

Moon: That's because the others have already arrived, you're destination is a lot further that the others were.

Wren: There better be no side effects to this.

Moon: I'm not promising anything.

Aria: This is gonna be fun.

Moon