Sparky doesn't exist.
At least to the government anyway, she doesn't know where she's from or why she has to hide. It's frustrating, all she wants is a simple answer. Nobody seems willing to give her one.
That is until she comes across an old truck...
So where do I begin? At the red light we ran through? At the bridge we jumped or maybe when Megs decided that driving through someone's garden was a good idea.
All I can know for sure is that I had never held onto a seat so tight in my entire life, nor had my jaw been so clenched. I'll tell you right now, there were several moments we should have crashed and burned but whatever Optimus was made of saved our asses.
To be perfectly honest, I was surprised that he was letting Megs drive like a maniac considering how much he stuck to road safety laws when he was driving himself. Which led me to believe that he didn't know that Megatron was even a bot himself, and he was going along with it to keep up his cover. That seemed like the most logical explanation.
But then again did anything make logical sense anymore? It sure as hell didn't for me; what with Alien robots, government people chasing us and myself being a robot that had been raised as a human; did anything make sense?
After the fifth or sixth near death experience that was caused by Megs, I stopped functioning, I just sat there glued to my seat, with my eyes squeezed shut hoping for the wild ride to end. At this point I didn't care how, I just really wanted it to stop.
When the screeching of wheels, beeping and violent shaking of the truck eventually stopped, I was left feeling like I was the poster child for whiplash. I could hear the sound of gravel under Optimus, the jitter of little stones hitting the undercarriage, the squeak of rusted brake pads as we came to a halt.
Exhaling through my nostrils, I got up the courage to open my eyes. We were in front of what appeared to be an old warehouse, the huge metal panelling was bent in different areas, the steel was rusted with weeds growing up the sides. The garage doors were much like the ones we had back at the auto shop, crusty, with paint peeling.
The buzz of automated rollers scraping the bottom of the ground hissed as the worn doors were pulled open, revealing a tin can of an interior. The walls were mostly covered by mechanical parts of what I could only assume was a spaceship? Or the torn up ravaged remains of one, I could just make out a cockpit, maybe some wings and a motor?
If I wasn't so overwhelmed from the ride over here, I would have been all over that shit.
Optimus must have figured out that Megs was a robot too, because he immediately took control of himself, launching the other bot out of the driver's seat. He pinballed into one of the wings of the craft, landing upside down. He didn't have much of a reaction other than to rollover onto his feet and give the truck an annoyed look.
Did Megs deserve that? Yeah, probably. He did try to hit everything when he was driving, plus almost got us killed on multiple occasions.
His hologram dropped, revealing his "true" body. I had only spied small glimpses of it when he had glitched before, but now having the full picture was surprisingly intimidating.
He was a stocky sort of bot, with two blade-like wings protruding from his back, a mostly silver exterior with his joints and a curved crest on his forehead being black. The crest looked more like horns the more I stared at them, with one side of it being broken, which reflected the scar on his human face's left eyebrow. His face was harsh, he had shark teeth and red optics which had been present in his hologram eyes.
However, the one thing that sort of offset everything was his height, only being a foot or two taller than me. Still scary though. How was a small robot scarier than the one that could turn into a truck?
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