Hi everyone! I just want everybody to know that I am writing this fanfic with absolutely no knowledge of the Cybertronian world. I don't know the names of any locations and am only guessing with half of this stuff. I just want to write a story using transformer characters and hope to get some good reviews. So if you are a transformers purist who takes offense easily by people who have almost no idea what they are talking about, I suggest you hit that back button and find another story to read. As for everyone else.. Enjoy!
Burnout is a neutral femme; she is young, beautiful, and full of spark. Due to problems with her spark relatives she found herself in need of a job, not just for financial gain but just for some time to be away. Her beauty and youth were her assets when she came across a popular high-grade bar in need of a new server, they couldn't hire her fast enough. Burnout had acquired her name for her love of a good race, in her alt form she was a sleek four wheeled vehicle designed for quick acceleration, tight turns, and high speeds. The smell of burning rubber was always enough to make her cooling systems work over time.
"Pick up the pace Burnout! You're falling behind!"
"Sorry boss. That table wouldn't leave me alone!" The young femme huffed still flustered from some of the raunchy comments that had been directed her way. "I swear some of these mechs still act like revved up sparklings…" Complaining, she grabbed a humongous tray of energon drinks, balancing it pracariously with her hand firmly in the middle of the tray.
Ignoring wandering hands that were looking for a little more then a drink she began to pass out the intoxicating beverage, keeping a careful tally of the amount each mech had consumed. They would be charged accordingly, if someone didn't pay up, she would be sure to be able to put a face to the irresponsible mech and the problem would no longer be her concern.
Having nearly half of the tray handed out, she was about to take another pass through her section when a movement in the shadows caught her attention. She debated on ignoring the lone mech, hating that section for only the creeps sat there. 'Like those strange red opticed mechs who call themselves Decpticons.' She thought as she went ahead and made another sweep returning to the filling station to gather a fresh tray.
"Lets get this over with." She sighed and bee lined it to the shadowy figure.
Red optics flashed to meet her purple ones, she gasped and had to force herself not to look away. Only the strong minded can work in an environment such as this, the easily intimidated quit almost after the first night. Burnout did not think of herself as weak, even if she was a neutral femme and a small one at that.
"A drink sir?" She asked sweetly flashing the mech a smile that would have melted the spark of any other mech.
The Decepticon was silent a moment, Burnout was about to leave not having the patience for silly mind games. But then the Decepticon suddenly stood up, revealing his full height and advanced weapon systems, which every Decepticon that she had the unpleasant experience of encountering had shown off proudly with only intimidation in mind.
"For now." The mechs voice was low and the words were spoken for only her to hear. He reached down and gently plucked a glass from her balanced tray.
Having done her job, the femme quickly turned. She could feel his optics following her, scanning her no doubt. Wanting to see how his display had affected her internal wiring. She revealed nothing, not a nervous flutter of her spark, not even a twitch of an optic.
The night continued along with the high grade. A few fights broke out, one of which Burnout had the unluck of getting stuck in the middle of… It was small and quickly quieted, but she had still been forced to shove her way out using her empty serving tray as a shield, escaping the rampaging mechs unscathed.
Still feeling the prickle of unwanted optics watching her, she quickly escaped to the back. Shaken slightly from the close call, she didn't want to reveal any weakness. 'Why does it matter?' She thought to herself, 'Why does it matter that you want to look tough to a Decepticon? They see everything as weak and inferior. A little femme is no different, I have nothing to prove.' The femme jumped up on a table to sit for a few moments and stabilize her circuits before trying to return to the floor, as long as she stayed out of the way, no one would complain about her being back there.
"Burnout!" A concerned voice called from the entrance of the refill station.
"I'm back here Crossfire!" She called back to her friend.
The guard followed her voice to the back, concern etched into his facial components. He scanned her quickly, making sure she was free of major injuries.
"I'm fine Crossfire, not even a scratch, stop worrying."
The guard had taken a liking to Burnout, she appreciated the friendship and protection, but sometimes the concern was a little annoying. He could be way overprotective at times, taking on a 'big brother' type role.
"I just had to make sure, all of my sensors have been on high alert ever since that Decepticon walked in. I'd destroy him if I had half a reason to."
"And you don't, so stop getting your circuits in a wad. He hasn't done anything wrong but look imposing." Burnout hopped delicately off of the large table.
"Just be careful, please." Burnout nodded to her Autobot friend. 'What is this world coming to?' She thought, hoisting another tray. 'Everything used to be so peaceful, so happy.'
Burnout had been lucky enough to see Cybertron in all its glory, but maybe that wasn't very lucky for her. For now she also gets to witness the start of its demise. The Decepticons had not raised their true colors yet, but there was a lot of apprehension concerning the red opticed mechs and rare femme. Few knew where their loyalties lay, and even fewer knew that there was a war building; the rise in Decepticon activity was only a spark in a long chain of well-planned explosions.
Burnout made a few more passes, glancing over at the lone figure in the shadows every so often. Having not caught the mechs optics she didn't bother adventuring back over there. It wasn't until they were about to put a stopper on the ever flowing energon and Burnout was handing out her last tray, that she felt her sensors flare to life again.
The silver and green femme walked bravely to the dark mech, he watched every step of her approach. Holding up the tray for him to take a glass, she had to hold back an impatient sigh when he sat motionless. Setting the tray on a neighboring table she retrieved a large glass and went to set it in front of the annoying Decepticon. A large hand suddenly engulfed her tiny wrist, causing her spark to nearly stop; she almost dropped the serving mug.
"I do not want another drink." The mech growled.
"Sir, please let go of me." She was staring at his clawed hand as it held firmly. She could feel the restrained strength, although he was by no means being gentle. Jerking her head up to look the beast in the face she whispered, "Besides, there is nothing else that I have to offer." She released the drink from her hand, silently thanking Primus as the container landed correctly, not even spilling a drop of its precious contents. Yanking her arm away from the mech, who may have been stunned but was not revealing it in the least, she knew full well that he released her. She could have never been able to get out of a grip like that if he didn't want her to go yet.
Turning on her heel she made for a hasty retreat, but the mechs low voice stopped her. Not necassarilly his voice, but what he said.
"You are not afraid."
Burnout stopped and spun around, confused.
"You are angry, but not afraid."
Carefully making her way back to the mech she asked, "What are you talking about? I have no reason to fear you."
"Bravery in ignorance. You do not know who I am or what I am capable of doing. If only you knew."
"Well I choose not to know, I wish to remain ignorant. By the way, we close in half an hour. You have two drinks charged to your account." She was getting ready to leave when another voice stopped her.
"Burnout?" She looked in the calls direction; Crossfire was pacing over to her, a seething look on his face as he glared at the Decepticon behind her. "Is there a problem?" The Autobot asked, staring hostily at the red opticed mech.
"No. Everything is fine. We close in thirty minuets, I would like to get out of here early if I can." She glanced over at the sitting shape in the dark. 'He is listening to everything. Storing every detail for future use, whether the information is useful or not.' Quickly dismissing the chilling thoughts out of her processor, she gave a weak smile to Crossfire and began to fulfill her closing duties
The following fortnight went smooth and uneventful. Crossfire had begun to unwind and had even graced himself with a night off, but he had still made sure that he stopped by the bar to check that everything was quiet.
Burnout had almost forgotten about the Decepticon who had come in that random night, almost. Whenever she would make her way home from work she always had that fritzing feeling that someone was watching her, someone with unkind optics. The presence of a strange street racing gang did little to ease her paranoia. Although they had not caused any harm that she knew of, the group was definitely intimidating. Two or three at a time would pass extremely close at ridiculously fast speeds causing one to nearly jump out of their body work if you weren't paying attention.
On one such occasion, one of the mysterious Cybertronian vehicles had pulled up beside her, revving his engine challengingly. Any other time and any other vehicle she would have been more then happy to oblige. These guys took their hobby just a little too far for her liking though. Slamming into each other to knock other racers off of the road, not to mention every part of their bodies were designed for fighting and going fast. That was the night she had realized that they were all Decepticons, she had sensed it before but didn't wish to jump to conclusions.
Not able to rid herself of the feeling of paranoia and not wishing to trouble Crossfire she simply swallowed her worries and took on her own plan of action, or more pricisly, evasive action. Every night she took a different route home. Some nights she didn't go home, paying a visit to a friend or relative. Other nights she would backtrack, stop and run a few errands before retiring. She could only hope that it would be enough, she could only pray that she was simply being silly and over cautious, that no Decepticons were really after her.
"That puny femme is fragging difficult to follow." One of Barricades scouts was complaining. He had returned from his assignment, early. "She knows these streets better then all of us combined, she must know that we are on to her. Why else would she waste so much energon running us in circles?"
"That is not my problem." Barricade growled, not pleased in the least that his scout had failed at such a simple tracking mission. "You had better get your glitched up aft back out there and start programming every street corner and intersection into that short circuited processor of yours." Barricade stood up from his seat where he was reviewing delivery routes and maps, activating his plasma ray. "Don't even think about coming back until you can successfully track that femme, no matter how evasive she may be."
The scout fell over himself in his haste to be out of his leaders sight. The larger mech sat back powering down his gun, resuming his original task.
"Sir, may I ask a question?" Barricade felt his cooling system kick in, he was not a patient mech.
"Ask, I will see how I feel about answering it."
There was a brief moment of silence as the insubordinate debating on risking a possible snap in their boss's limited patience. Curiosity won out.
"The femme. What is her importance? She is weak and I see no use for her."
Barricade pondered the question, what was her importance? He debated on even gracing the mech with an answer.
"The femme has no importance what so ever. She is a mere tool to keep the boys occupied while we remain here. As you have noticed they still have a lot to learn before I feel they are ready to be tossed into the ranks of Lord Megatron's own forces. Besides," He paused and looked over to his second in command. "She is easy on the optics and I would like to have a little souvenir to take with me back home." He gave a heartless chuckle before returning to his endless stack of data logs. He liked souvenirs.
All right, there's chapter 1 of my sorry excuse for a Cybertronian based fanfic. If any one would be so kind and inform me on the terms used to describe the passage of time on Cybertron. I know one is like a vorn or something, please share! Also, I need a name for a popular city that Burnout could be from, and a location for the main Decepticon base where Megatron will be headquartered. Your reviews will be greatly appreciated, flames will not. I do enjoy constructive criticism though. And any tips to make this sound more authentic would be great.
Happy writing and reading to everyone!