Transformers Prime: Merely a Whisper

Chapter Fourteen

Danielle awoke with a start, the sounds of multiple voices arousing her from her strangely peaceful dreams. She had been dreaming of memories she had of her home and her adoptive parents. All the good ones.

Blinking rapidly and sitting up, she sighed as she realized where she was, her eyes flickering amongst the girls that were readying themselves for the day to come.

And she remembered what she was doing there.

"You slept in," Nici called from her own bed, slipping on a simple blue blouse and pair of jeans, sliding her glasses up her nose after she had dressed, "not very long, but longer than the rest us," the girl gestured at the others, who, like her, looked as if they had been awake for at least half hour, faces already washed and make-up already applied. Almost all visible signs of recent slumber had been eliminated.

"Oh," was all she said and she dropped down from the tall bed, her feet making no sound as they landed on the hard floor beneath them, and she winced slightly as a couple of her joints cracked loudly. Her hair a frizzy mess, she slipped her hand under her pillow and retrieved the clothes she had worn the day before, her actions cut off by the sound of Nici's voice again.

"Red brought around some clothes for you," Nici told Danielle, gesturing to the unused bed that sat underneath the black-haired girl's, a neatly-folded pile of garments sitting lonely on the untouched blanket.

"Thanks," she spoke quietly, nodding as she reached down and selected the shirt that was on top of the pile, extending her arms and holding it out before her. It was a simple navy blue sweatshirt, and she slid it on with ease. It smelt unfamiliar, a stale peach perfume that made her nose tingle.

Next was bottoms.

"Red wasn't sure if they'd fit, it was all that she could find," Nici called from where she was, and as Dani looked down to view these pants, she almost laughed in genuine amusement. Her muscular legs bulged in comparison to Red's, and this was absolute proof.

"No way those will fit," she muttered under her breath and disregarded the small-waisted bottoms, and she slid her hand back under her pillow and tugged her leggings out from their resting spot. Climbing into them strategically to avoid any awkward jump-dancing, she stood up tall when she had finished dressing herself.

"Are there any scheduled routines I should be aware of?" she asked the group, remembering how categorized and organized her daily life of the Nemesis was.

"Nope," again Nici was the one to address her with the shake of her head, "except for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and the usual training routines. But those won't start for another hour or so. Until then, you're free to pretty much whatever."
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Eventually, Danielle found herself in the arcade room, absentmindedly watching some kids playing a mind-numbing video game she had never heard of with mild interest. Just then, something like a school bell rang and. several of the kids stood up and headed to a room.

"C'mon, you're assigned too!" Molly insisted, pulling the teen along.

"What is going on?" she asked the girt over the blaring of the alarm.

"It's time to start training. We do a certain period each day and you're assigned a number. We're numbers 1-12, an' you're 12."

"Training?" she repeated, her mind racing with thoughts. Recent memories of her training on The Nemesis and she noted how all of Team Siren's members that were heading to said trains session looked far too excited to be heading to something so stressfully invigorating.

"Yeah! C'mon it's fun!" Molly insisted, dragging her down one of the hallways and to a large bowl-shaped room, appearance similar to a school gymnasium.