Between Earth and Cybertron

Chapter 3

Systhem was in the middle of training.
He was fighting the hornet on what they called the "Training camp ," a sandy, dusty patch of land surrounded by cars stacked on top of each other.
It was the only place they could keep clean.
Almost always.
The rules of that training were simple, no army or strange powers, only traditional combat, easy.
In this system he had the greatest advantage, even in his Cybertronian form he was the shortest of all and therefore was much more agile than bumblebee .
But that didn't make the battle any easier.
In fact, without system powers he was a young Cybertnian like everyone else.
If as a human he was almost invincible but as a Cybertronian, without powers, he was normal like everyone else.
As they continued to fight, bumblebee tried to attack him from behind to take him by surprise, but at that moment the sixth sense of systhem sent him the signal.
Systhem lower in time and he avoid the attack to then punch bumblebee in the stomach and then trip him.
The battle was over, this time he won.
"I said no powers!" yell bumblebee standing up.
Systhem shrugged, sixth sense didn't consider it a power, it was like instinct, it was natural.
The sixth sense helped him understand if there was something dangerous that was about to happen, he couldn't predict exactly what happened but it helped him in many situations.
It was activated naturally and only he could feel it, it was like that person that did... What was his name... Spider lord... spide... spider... Spider man! Here you are!
Sighs do,
Sighing, bumblebee give up and accepted defeat.
He went to take an oil bath, while systhem returned to his human form.
He put his cape back on and went to the bathroom to treat the bruises he'd gotten.
Inside the broken-down shack, here system was in the one-metre room that was called the "bathroom".
Only humans and sometimes systhem used it.
It was a small room with tiles of a dirty and ruined sea blue, the walls were full of cracks, there was only a mirror and a toilet.
In some cracks you could see cockroaches and rats running away to the few visitors to that obscene place.
Systhem only went there to see himself in the mirror, luckily he didn't use the toilet.
Thank goodness, he didn't dump the waste like humans did, it was just disgusting.
He looked in the mirror and realized that those damned silver filaments had formed again in his shaggy hair.
He curse, today he didn't like one.
He took the scissors that were on the edge of the mirror shelf.
I watched them intensely, and it here the magic.
The transformonium that covered almost his entire body moved a small amount towards the scissors, covering them and transforming them into a larger and more powerful scissors.
Now they looked like shears.
He take the scissors in his hairs and he cut the metal wires that were a hindrance, to then cut out the root.
He was so used to it that it didn't hurt anymore.
Then with a snap of the fingers the filaments pulverized into tiny metal squares that stuck to his armor.
Systhem regarding the mirror, the transformonium corroding his body had almost all over his body.
From his chest to his arms, with some speckling on other parts of his body, and not to mention the left side of his face.
At that moment he hear dj screaming and decided to go out.
For him dj was a complete foreigner, a human idiot and cowardly, with very few merits, but he had to admit that sometimes his tantrums were funny to say the least.
Dj was freaking out with the minicons, which made him go crazy, any more and he would lose his already precarious self-control.
Systhem shook the small canvas pouch he'd tied around his waist, a cue the minicons loved, as they turned to him hungrily.
Systhem then threw a piece of metal, a sliver of a ship, their favorite.
I wave it in front of him as a master would with his own dog, and then release him with all his strength as far away as possible.
The minicons began running after the sliver, trampling and whacking each other to get to it first.
Systhem allowed himself a chuckle, before joining the others.
Seated in the cars was the full band.
Bumblebee looking at nothing, drift sharpening his sword, aund loading his weapons for the thirteenth time, crosshairs controlling an object that could have value for him, in short, everyone.
Or at least the big ones.
Systhem returned to his Cybertronian form and joined the conversation.
They were talking about the Indian chief's suspicions about Keith, suspicions that were true, since he suspected Keith of Cybertnians hiding in his protected territory.
The discussion was compelling, at least until the systhem exchanged voices.
What a nuisance every time.
He pressed his throat and signaled that it was okay for the others to then get up and take a walk.
He need to clear his mind.