The Authoress

Chapter 5: Decepticon

Chapter 5: Decepticon

Domi walked through the forest, her frame aching from the past days. She had been walking around the forest for two days after her first encounter with the Autobots. The box in the edge of her vision pinged that she had less than 40 percent in her fuel tanks and to refuel soon. Like, what the fuck did that mean? She didn’t know what a fuel tank was, was it like a car? Did she have to drink gas or oil? That sounded fucking nasty.

Why she? Why did she have to be dragged into this stupid ass fandom and get turned into a stupid ass robot?! With this stupid ass ‘refueling’ shit?! She didn’t want this! She didn’t want to be a fucking robot for the rest of her life! She wanted to human! She wanted to go home and curl up on her couch and watch reruns of Sherlock and Merlin with Corvin, or maybe watch Doctor Who or Supernatural with Vela. Oh, what she would give to just be there, singing some lame song that Corvin picked out or eat some monstrosity that Vela had tried to cook. Burnt Mac n’ Cheese never sounded so good.

Domi sighed, even though she didn’t want to be separated from her trine mates, she didn’t want to be within a hundred mile radius of the Auto-asses. They just rubbed her in the wrong way, way too fast! And like hell she was gonna stay under the same roof as those ass-wipes.

She came to point in which she didn’t want to walk anymore, so she sat at the base of a tree to rest. Granted that the tree was small compared to her now, it gave her some decent shade and a place to raise her feet. Were they even called feet now? Robot feet and robot hands with robot fingers and robot toes? She’d have to ask Corvin later, she knew all of this techy-shit that Domi had no desire to learn previously. She might as well learn now, Maybe she could finally understand what the hell Corvin was always blabbering about.

A swooshing sound not unlike the sound she had heard the Auto-asses arrive with snapped her out of her thoughts. Domi stood up from her seated position, listening intently to the area around her, she was not disappointed.

“Search the surrounding areas for the signal!” The voice was… weird. Scratchy yet smooth like a purr, the voice seemed able to hit notes that both femmes and mechs wouldn’t be able to. It was also full of smug pride, the owner of the voice knew he had power and wasn’t afraid to throw it around, or shove it in your face.

Domi knew that they had to be Decepticons, none of the Autobots could sound like that, and besides, she already met the Autobots. She strode over the terrain towards the loud, obnoxious voice. It didn’t take long to find a clearing, said clearing holding the owner of the voice and several identical looking bots.

The owner of the voice was a seeker like Corvin, he (she? The bot looked like a chick with those heels) was thin and spindly with long legs that tampered off into a pair of Cha-Cha heels. His face was long and triangular, as was his chest, and his pelvis. Basically he was a pile of triangles dangerously held together by some wires and struts with wings welded on the back. Domi was not impressed.

The group of robots saw her approaching them and their hands turned into what she was sure were guns. Cool, could she do that? Whenever someone pissed her off she could just make her hand turn into a gun and BOOM! Bye-bye dick-wad! Domi grinned at the thought.