Shattered Voices (Season 1)

Dad, seriously,you...don't need to get-

Now as a teenager, right about sixteen, being two to three human years away from adult hood; Shocksinger cut her hair just recently. Her bangs is quite away from her face, her eyes have these lines drawing down, she is in her battle mode (Minus the battle helmet that is down) which she has been in for most of her life. Her entire torso to her knee’s is  dark black, her knee caps are purple similar to Bumblebee’s design, her legs are edgy looking and so is her shoulder plating embarking a familiar resemblance with Shockwave’s shoulder plating. Her digits are so human like but claw like as well.

            Her helmet came up.

            “Dad’s out and about,” Shocksinger said, while leaning against the wall of a cybertronian building. “Time for me…make my move.” Her heels ejected out highly energized skates. Then she skates through the city having one place to go and visit a friend she has known for most of her life on this planet, she didn’t see her friend that often when hitting the age fourteen.

            She actually did not know how long it has been in out of the big pod-like object, most of the time her father had been busy in some meetings and visiting some unknown foreign planet when the ambassador of Autobots was sick. When Shocksinger has been left out from the pod she would usually see her father getting some Intel and feedbacking it to some spaceship. However, he stopped doing the transmissions fifty stellar cycles ago.  For several of her childhood years, from eight to eleven, it seemed as if he had lost hope. Two stellar cycles ago he started talking with some unknown cybertronian. Shocksinger does not know who this is; she mainly had been trying out different suits for her to help out in tough spaces and planets that didn’t have oxygen.

            Shocksinger skates to a halt in front of a building, similar to a New York building that had been made huge and given large doors. The huge doorway has cracks to the side of the wall, some windows are broken, and a total mess revealed itself in a way since there is not a door. Her eyes display confusion as if it wasn’t there before. Odd…that wasn’t there before. Shocksinger takes note. Her hologram comes up disguising Shocksinger as a cyber-mouse.  She could not be sure if Autobots were to kill her right on spot.

            She walks in. Her sparklinghood friend has been given a name, just this solar cycle, he had been put into the age accelerator to make him a teenager in Cybertronian years.  Now we follow her going through the hallway keeping way from two Autobots, Ironhide and Hotshot, who are talking about something. The short Techno-Organic leans against the wall.

            “Did you hear about the Allspark-signature?” Hot Shot asks Ironhide who is a black armored mech. They walk right past her. “They say it’s on an organic planet!”

            “I thought it was just a joke.” Ironhide comments, and then he grumbles. “I hate organic planets; don’t want to be near one.” He shuddered. “Gross and unlikeable.” This conversation tells Shocksinger that Autobots were not clearly favorable to be around if she had been a complete organic, then again, she’s a born Decepticon.

            Hot Shot laughs.

            “Considering   Waspinator escaped from The Stockades, and Velicitron’s non-agreement to letting racers comes in…” Hot Shot loses a trail of what he is thinking about.

            “They aided in helping The Decepticons and those eewy Robosapian things.” Robosapian is an attempt word of robots using an human body, looking completely as one. Despite the knowledge of not knowing what Techno-Organics are they sure had some issues with lower class cybertronian related sub-factions.

. “Good-goody ‘Cons deserve what they get for protecting organics.” Hot-Shot chimes in. “Speaking of which, you were close to Waspinator,”—they stop in their tracks. “Did he visit you or something?”