9 year old Lordes Aubree was always known for killing people with her kindness. Not literally, but their hearts would melt just looking at her. Optimus Prime, at first, thought differently. He thought that all the humans were the same. That they fea...
Where..? Where am I? It feels weird. Wait, why am I at an army base? Where's Optimus? Where's Grimlock and the others? What is going on?
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"She's a beauty, isn't she?"
What the hell? Who is that?
"Yeah, I flew this girl my second year. My first mission over the Pacific. Hong Kong. We had to send air support over there because they were blowing us up over there." And this concerns me because..?
"I'm sorry. Where are manners? I'm Elita. Elita Victor. I'm the Head Sergeant of the Fighter Squadron. You must be the new recruit. Um..Madison Jacobs, is it?"
"Well, I'm pleased to meet you Jacobs. Now, I know what you're thinking: there's going to be a lot of people here that are going to judge me because I'm a woman. Well, if that we're true, you would have a crappy Sergeant greeting you. Welcome to the 80s, kid!"
Wait, the 80s?! What the heck am I doing in the 80s?!
"Don't worry, kid. Here at Kepler Naval Airport, we don't deal with diversity. We're all about equality. Follow me."
WHY AM I FOLLOWING THIS LADY?! I BARELY EVEN KNOW HER!
But, I followed anyway, not knowing what the HELL for.
"JACOBS! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" Wait, what's wrong? What's going on?
The jet around me and the woman, Elita, began to burn up and we weren't even close to coming in contact with the atmosphere yet.
"I can't! The engines aren't responding! Shit, he's coming back!" What? What-Wait, a Decepticon!?!
I tried to maneuver the jet out of the way of another jet appraoching. What the heck is this thing?! I looked back and saw pieces of the jet coming off in the back and it catching on fire.
"Ma'am! Brace for impact! Now!" Wait, hell no! I mean, I'm willing to die for my people, but not like this! This is just reckless!
"Serg! Serg! Elita!"
The woman was laying there, non-responsive. I didn't know what to do! I'm only 9! Well, I may not look like it, but I still am!
