Shattered Voices (Season 1)

Little Glena Part 1

A/N I have not forgotten about this fanfiction dear readers! ;)

     Two days after discovering the advantages of recharge, Shocksinger decided to bide her time by exploring Detroit and learning about the supervillians and superheroes of the City. Especially this new villain called by "Little Glena" aka Galena. What a strange name for a human to choose. Shocksinger thought. Her cell phone rings in her pocket mimicking a certain melody being rock music. I'm not here. She turns her phone off.

    People were doing things without robots,  when Shocksinger passes by.  Little did she know, Megatron had assigned  Lugnut and Marcus  to make sure the Autobots won't get close to getting suspsicous about her.  Shockwave had been generous for the past stellar cycles helping the  Decepticons stay up and running to find the Allspark shards that had been spread all over the city. Lugnut's large flight mode didn't enable him to be such a good spy at all.

     "Where is she?" Lugnut said, scanning the streets.

     Marcus looks downwards.

  "...Yistinia knows we are following her, " Marcus said, taking a sigh. He combs through his matty hair without his hat being on. A portion of his air is yellow similar to the design that some transfan believe Animated Prowl's hair due would be in their humanized version. His eyes show signs of lurking worry at some sides. fear is not last to be seen. "And that her father is calling.  She's not answering her phone. Who would Yistinia not answer her phone for?"

   Marcus sips his coolaid he put on the counter

 "Justin Beiber, The eighth."

   Marcus spits it back out, as  he had been caught off gaurd.

   "Lugnut!" Marcus said. "I didn't think you browsed Yahoo!"

   Lugnut's chuckle is heard.

   "Your brother referenced to it a few solar cycles ago," Lugnut recounts. "Before then, I didn't know humans can start artistc abilities at such a young age."

  Lugnut lost Shocksinger's signal in a crowd.

 "Uhh...I just...um...lost her."

  Marcus flailed his arms.

 "She just can't go missing!" The boy looks at the radar. "She's got an energy signature for christs sake!"

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  We shift over from referring her as Shocksinger to Yistinia. "I wonder what this city has to offer..." Part of her spark lead the girl to wonder if Earth's inhabitants could be used as slaves to build up The Autobot empire. Another part of her wonders how her Father slid past the Autobot's eyes without them getting suspicous in the first place.   Then again, her father became this unusually red Decepticon when Autobots were not around.

  Yistinia's senses hiked up when walking through the crowded and unorganized  street. The street where an average teenager does not venture into, unless they have a valuable reason to get into a bad path. A path that ordinary is frowned upon by many that is also seen in movies. To be more clear: it's evil.  However there is one strange thing that really should be noted about this un-ordinary street, which inadventurely draws in the aspects of a dark theme is that; it used to be innocent looking so many years ago. The ground is cracky and has some water spills leaving desolated machinery at some places of the street. Some of these windows look broken as do some doors left unhidged.

   "How did I wind up here?" Yistinia's eyes blink at this spectacle.

    A figure is seen from a window that disappears in the dark as it had came.

    Yistinia turns around when  sensing some being actually stood there.

   "Hey, you creep--" She stops. "Uhhh...." Yistinia backs away slowly, and slowly.

   Right in front of her stood some mutant between robot and human; one half of the freak is robot being large, gigantic, and having strange-military-army based parts to the side, his other side is human with a large face that could have came from a man who joined the Secret Service twenty some years ago. His glowing 'optics' are a blood thirsty red as dark smoke heaved away from some of his engine parts.

     "You are ugly." The creep said.

    Yistnia stops in her tracks.

    "Ugly?" She repeats, raising an eyebrow. "Who's the most ugly here? You are!" She points at the creepy  "Are you an Autobot who's really a coward who does not want to attack a little...vulernable human?" Yistinia pokes at his chest not frightened or scared of him anymore to say for the least. Her daring personality didn't come from Shockwave. It developed during her childhood years on Cybertron before earth was ever mentioned.

 "I am not an Autobot, I am The Glenia!"

 So he's...Little Glena? Yistnia contemplates. I thought he would have been a girl rather than a man! She  couldn't believe her eyes. Names can be misleading towards gender and what not. Especially for it being assigned to a dog, cat, or horse. Something along those lines would fit in.

  "You picked a girly name." Yistinia points out. "You are girly."

"Even though Pink's my favorite color, I'm not girly."

   Yistinia's logic in what humanity is all about was shattered into pieces.Why does he have red optics? She asks herself, trying to make sense of this strange, odd man. He could ahve been once a normal human being until some freak accident happened to him. Or may have been used as a test subject.   Starscream would know if she brought the odd man to him.  The teenager honestly did not know what to say. She's really speechless.