“Come on Sparkplug!”

A year has passed.

Sari is running away from home with SparkPlug, without the control collar her ‘creator’ made just to control her.  She hated him and wanted to be far away as possible from the man who she saw as nothing but a scoundrel. There’s a rocket launcher behind the Techno-dome actually called the Terrordome truthfully, sometimes people just go on with the name that makes it so oblivious to people who think it’s a nice corporation.

      Today, she’s going to escape this planet by going out into Outerspace with her trusty companion. The fruitless experimenting on her body couldn’t be tolerated anymore, something in Sari’s gut told her that she had go into outerspace right when the rocket launcher was being tested. It seemed to be worth a shot for her going up there. It didn’t matter whether or not Sari died. She just wanted to escape.

            Sparkplug seems a little bigger than he was last year, not a little puppy sized robot dog but something generally big like Lassie. Sumdac is completely un-aware about her escape. Totally unaware. His tail wagged back and forth as he ran after the little girl. Who no-doubtfully has some patches on her exposed shoulders from a recent experiment. She hadn’t got the chance to change her outfit, because today was the perfect timing to escape. Sparkplug got back to her six months ago right on its own.

             “SARI GET BACK HERE AT ONCE!”

   The girl chuckled, hopping into the air-craft with her companion. Sumdac’s loud voice did not scare her. She already set the rocket to blast off right before his laboratory being wide open enough people could have stolen from it, if it wasn’t for the sound-wave blaster machines outside his Terrordome. The door closed behind the girl. Who didn’t feel any hunger or thirst, which had been tampered with in one of her father’s dangerous experiments on her body functions as a Techno-Organic.

             In        3…2….1

“SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARI!”

              Blast off

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            The Rocket drifted off in space towards the moon for some unfathomable reason. Sari feels relieved as Earth was out of her reach. No longer did she have to bare through Sumdac’s experimenting, the horror, the terror, and the pain she went through for eight years straight  on Earth. Sparkplug’s visor-like area glowed showing slanted eyes instead of friendly, carefree optics.

            “Don’t worry Sparkplug.” Sari petted her companion. Her purple-themed hair almost matched her prankster eyes filled in hope and possibly a dream that wouldn’t have been shattered this time around. “Robots can breathe in space. So….why not me?”

            Sparkplug looks up to Sari, his tail slowly wagging.  

            Rocket will land near-by exterstial space-ship. Please hold on.

            Sari frowns.

            “Why does it talk like that Kirk guy from Star Trek only being a female?” She apparently did not like the sound of this approach towards her. This voice is starting to turn annoying instantly.

            The view zooms out to show the darkly designed rocket let go of the triangle shaped tip area with Sari and Sparkplug inside, in a way the capsule flies to the gigantic space ship almost in ruins though intact at some areas.  The capsule lands inside what once was side of the spaceship. The legs retract out and a stairway comes down after these feet prop it onto the floor.

            Land sucessuflly.

            “No duh!” Sari kicked the door open and embraced herself for what could happen.

            Nothing bad happened…yet.

            “…I can breath!” She hops out, followed by Sparkplug. “This is so muc h better than a useless, old, rusty grim and locked room.” The girls takes note of the entire location the capsule had put itself in.  “I CAN BREATHE!”

            INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT AWAKENING AUTOBOTS

AUTOBOTS AWAKENING SYSTEM SUCESSUFL!

            Sari’s eyebrows shot up.

            “…Au..Autobots? Like  there’s robots named after Auto?” Her eyes blinked, confused for sure.  She didn’t know what the word meant. She just knew a girl who preferred to be called Auto over her original name Ivy.  “What the heck is going on here!”

            Quickly four cybertronians surrounded her, with weapons all aimed at the little girl.

            “A Organic, ew!” The shorty Autobot said. “I don’t like organics!”

        “Perhaps it knows where Optimus is at…” A rather, not believe-able motorcycle cybertronian said. His visor gleamed red.  Something about the robot scared Sari a little. She kept her stand not wanting to be killed  at this point.

            “Let’s crush her!” The larger Cybertronian declares, one of his servos becomes  a wrecking ball.

            “Or split her into pieces!” Another joined in.

            Sari has no fear in front of these gigantic, killer-centered alien machines from a planet she didn’t know where.  Sparkplug barks at  them as little spike are seen developing along it’s back and tail, it’s ears were already getting the similarities of K-nine ears, and t has a loud bark than an average robot dog.

            “You shouldn’t kill me!” She shouts. “I’m a Techno-Organic, I’m part whatever you guys are---“ She remembered the head back from  Sumdac’s lab. How it glowed when Auto scanned it while her eyes remained closed for about ten minutes. Those eyes were something she wouldn’t ever forget. Not ever.

            The threatening Cybertronians stopped.

            “She’s…wha?” The shorty one said. “That’s impossible!”

            “As much as I hate organics, why should that  have happened?” The obvious nature-hater Motorcycle commented as broke a alien-like tree branch growing from the corner  of the ship they were  standing by.  His voice becomes deep at the ‘happened’ part showing his anger over nature and organics.

           Sari folded her arms.

            “Your leader is on my planet, Earth.” She said.         

            The Motorcycle and the others were sharing glances of confusion.

            “Earth?”

            Sari could see their plainly stupid faces. “It’s right outside your ship, you dummies!” She pointed her finger at the window drawing the attention of all The Autobots.  They were dumbstruck, again.  Sari saw their purple symbols and red eyes, probably meaning they were on some faction of the sorts.   Even though she just met these gigantic alien robots, Sari wanted to stay with them.

            “This planet will be completely stripped of life when we finish it.” The Motorcycle commented, followed by an oil-curling laugh from the shorty Autobot.

            The Shorty Autobot turned around towards Sari, as Sparkplug stood on guard.

            “Proove it, Organic.” He grins. “That you are one of us.”

            Sari’s hands retracted sizzling energy from her palms  that made on contact with metal-skin and wiring that stood out visible as day.  She throws her energy ball right out into space letting it strike one satellite that goes on a dead on crash course towards other Satellites without warning. She was making a domino effect.  The other Autobots oohed and awed at the spectacle enjoying the destruction of objects over building anytime.

            The ambulance turned himself towards Sari.

            “I’m Ratchet, the medic, who does the dirty work on bodies.” He points to himself. Then he points to the shorty one with a jaggered smile. “That’s Bumblebee, sometimes we call him Bee…our mopper. In a way.” He earned a frown from the shorter Autobot. He points to The Motorcycle one. “Well…He’s Prowl. Just a washed out Ninja-bot from The Dojo. And the other one is Bulkhead, came from Autobot boot camp.”

            Sari held back giggles, trying hard not to let the images of Police Academy just roll on through her mind.  “Can I stay, please?” She asks, receiving glares from them. “You shouldn’t go to my planet. My ‘creator’ will use you or WORSE!” From being experimented so much she didn’t want the same fate bestowed onto the Autobots as she has been living an absolutely terrible life. She just saw…A taste of evil at their reaction towards the satellite domino effect. Maybe it isn’t bad being with them after all. Sparkplug barked at them, so Sari held him back by the collar.

            Ratchet frowned, so did Prowl. So did the other two Autobots.

            “Why?” Ratchet asks. “In your current weak state—“ Sari makes a puppy face with big eyes and a teary face. It usually worked on adults when the user is a child in-the-game to get what they want. The mech sigh. “Fine,just  do not interrupt us when we are rebuilding our ship!”

            Oh boy, how long could this last? Prowl thought, groaning as he facepalmed himself.