Guardians

[spoiler]Nine humans sat around a cold metal table, the centerpiece of the almost impossibly large room they were gathered in. The ceilings soared several stories above them while numerous glowing bulbs shed their artificial light downwards towards the small assembly. And even though there were only nine humans present, everyone was vaguely aware that they weren’t alone in the room; that something lurked somewhere nearby.

“As you all know,” the man sitting at the head of the table began, his brown eyes roaming to meet the eyes of the other eight that sat around him, “you volunteered and were selected by the US Government to take part in a special operation. And, until now, I understand that you haven’t been much informed about what exactly it is you’ll be doing. Is this correct?”

There were a few quiet murmurs of affirmation and nodding of heads.

“Well then, that’s why you’re here today. My name is Captain William Lennox, and I’m part of a secret government group called N.E.S.T., which you all are about to become part of as well. What we do here is relatively simple: we hunt the bad guys, and we take them out.”

“Excuse me, sir,” one of the assembled eight managed to call out. “But…who exactly are the ‘bad guys’? You mean terrorists?”

Captain Lennox paused a moment before answering. “In a way…yes. I’ll get to that bit in a moment.

"Now, you won’t be working here at base. At least, not most of the time. Your job is to work together as a team with your…partners to scout out and destroy any Decepticon signal within the US of A. The rest of the N.E.S.T. team are going to be focusing our energies overseas, where most of the problem seems to now lie.”

“Decepticon, sir?”

“They’re the ‘bad guys’. I’ll let my friend explain what they are in a moment. You lot will be working with a select team of Autobots, who I’ll introduce you to. The leader of the Autobots himself has agreed to help me better explain what you’re going to be working with. Let me warn you, though…most people tend to be a little freaked out at first. Don’t worry about it, it’s a usual reaction and the Autobots are used to it. And, if after this you decide you’d rather not have a part in this…well, we’ll deal with that if we have to.”

Captain Lennox sighed slightly and glanced around at the faces of the people gathered in front of him. Their expressions ranged from mildly amused to truthfully frightened. Waiting another couple of seconds, he turned away from the eight other humans and addressed the other life-form they had all felt present since they first arrived.

“Alright Optimus, lets get this over with.”

A large semi with flames running along its side rolled up closer to the table from where it had sat near the corner of the room, appearing as innocent as a semi could. After a series of clicks, whirrs and metal-on-metal, the semi had transformed into what could only be described as a giant, vaguely human-like robot.

“Greetings,” it said, it’s deep, rumbling voice addressing the speechless humans below him. “My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. I am part of a race hailing from a planet called Cybertron, and originally came to this planet in search of the AllSpark. But that is a different story which you need not know now.

“Decepticons are other members of our race who care not for the life of any other race besides their own, and occasionally not even then. They too came here in search of the AllSpark, and though it was located and destroyed, some still remain here on your planet and have been causing numerous problems. It is our job here at N.E.S.T. to stop them at all costs, before more innocent human lives are lost.”

With his monologue finished, Optimus waited patiently for the humans, with the exception of Captain Lennox, to absorb this new information. After the initial panic and confusion that always followed the revealing of the alien robot’s presence on Earth, the eight humans began to calm.

One particularly brave one looked up at the huge alien and addressed him directly.

“So, you expect the eight of us to hunt down and kill giant alien robots that are easily ten times our size and a hundred times stronger…on our own?”

Captain Lennox couldn’t help but grin and even Optimus let out a low rumbling that sounded suspiciously like laugher.

“No, of course not,” he reassured. “We would never put anyone in that sort of danger. As Captain Lennox said earlier, you will have the Autobots’ help.”

As if on cue, huge doors opened in the side of the room to allow eight cars, all different in style, shape and color to roll out and sit patiently by the giant robot.

“Meet the rest of your team,” Captain Lennox declared with something akin to pride in his voice. “You have two weeks to get adjusted to your new partners. These are the Autobots that have volunteered to help you on your mission. Your Guardians…”[/spoiler]

· Plot: As explained above, you are part of a team from N.E.S.T. that is dedicated to tracking down and killing any Decepticon in the USA. There are eight humans in your group, and eight Autobots. Each Autobot is paired/bonded with one human exclusively, though everyone does help everyone else.

You may play as both an Autobot and a human bonded to them, or just one or the other. But, if you only play as one you must find someone to play the other. In reality, there are sixteen spots open, but it is possible that there may be only eight people posting. Also, this storybook takes place two years after the first Transformers movie, but anything that happens in the second movie has not happened yet. That way we can avoid spoiling the movie for any who haven't seen it yet. The year is 2009.

Each Autobot will have a specialty, which is basically a task they will perform for the group. There’s only a certain number of Autobots that will be assigned to a specific task, so it’s on a first-come-first-serve basis. The ones that are currently claimed will be crossed off. The assignments/specialties are:
[s]-1 Medic: Basic weaponry. Light armor. Equipped with the means to heal both Mechs and Humans on the field of battle.[/s]
[s]-1 Scientist: Basic weaponry. Basic armor. Equipped with a wide knowledge on all things Earth and alien.[/s]
[s]-1 Weapon Specialist: Equipped with advanced, large, powerful and unique weapons. Thick armor.[/s]
[s]-1 Scout: Light weaponry. Light armor, specifically designed with speed and stealth in mind.[/s]
-2 Spies: Unique weaponry. Light armor. Equipped with small but powerful weapons. (One left)
[s]-2 Soldiers: Powerful weaponry. Thick armor. Able to withstand potentially lethal blows.[/s]

· Rules:
-No god-modding. Remember, even Transformers have weaknesses.
-Keep it rated PG-13, please. No excessive violence, swearing and no sex scenes.
-Posts must be at least one decent sized paragraph (5 sentences minimum).
-Please post at least once a week. If you are unable to do so, let me know.
-You are allowed two characters maximum. And if you have two, they cannot be of the same race (You are not allowed to play as two transformers or two humans).
-No one will be playing as a Decepticon and there will be no switching sides unless it is approved by me in advance. It just makes things complicated.
-No killing other characters without the creator’s and my permission.
-Please put the name of the character you’re posting as at the top of your post.
-Grammar and punctuation are very important. Please be sure to spell-check your posts before you post them.
-No playing as pre-existing characters. They will be open characters that may or may not appear in the strorybook. (You may not play as Sam or Bumblebee, but they may appear later for a time as supporting characters.)

· Terminology:
-Aerial Bots: Transformers whose Alt. Modes are airplanes/jet and other aerial vehicles.
-Alt. Mode: The form a transformer takes while in ‘hiding’. Most often a vehicle.
-Autobots: A faction of robots from the planet Cyberton. In league with humans.
-Decepticons: A faction of robots from the planet Cybertron. Against the human race.
-Femme: A female mech/robot.
-Mech: The official term to use when referring to a ‘giant alien robot’. (The mech fired its blaster)
-Mini-Bot: A smaller transformer. Usually the size of a human or smaller. They don’t use vehicles as an alt. mode. Usually electrical appliances.
-Sparkling/Youngling: A young human or robot/mech. Term can be used for either.

· Profile Outlines: If you're confused about anything in here, see my profiles as an example.

-Human:
Name:
Age: (18-35)
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Autobot Partner: (if you are not playing as the Autobot, please say so here and post the name of the author who will be.)

-Autobot:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Specialty: (Scout, Spy, Medic, Weapon Specialist, Soldier, Scientist)
Alt. Mode: (What kind of car do they appear as? Please take into consideration your character's specialty. If they're the weapon specialist...don't make their alt. mode a Smart Car or a Volkswagen Bug.)
Appearance:
Personality:
Earth Time: (How long have they been on Earth)
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Human Partner: (if you are not playing as the human, please say so here and post the name of the author who will be.)

My Profiles:

Human:
Name: Christopher “Chris” Fenner
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Picture. Chris has shaggy black hair and pale blue eyes. He has slight facial hair and lightly tanned skin. He stands approximately 5’ 11” and has a slim build. His clothing usually consists of dull colors, and he almost always wears a thin sweatshirt.
Personality: Chris is usually level-headed and easy going. He’s friendly and easy to get along with, but he does have a mischievous streak. He doesn’t like seeing his friends argue and always tries to act the part of the peace-keeper, but if he gets in an argument with someone else he’s completely stubborn and won’t back down. He has a witty sense of humor and sometimes appears to act shy or indifferent around strangers or people he doesn’t fully trust.
History: Chris’s parents were in a fatal car wreck when he was eleven, and was forced to go and stay with his older brother, Anthony, who lived near a military base and was part of the military himself. Once he had finished high school, Chris followed in his brother’s footsteps and joined the military. His brother was the one who suggested he volunteer for the ‘special operation’ and later Chris found out that Anthony was already a part of N.E.S.T and had been for nearly two years.
Strengths: He’s good at staying calm in crazy situations and is good at planning.
Weaknesses: He’s not a strong swimmer and absolutely hates the cold.
Autobot Partner: Roguewave

Autobot:
Name: Roguewave (Rogue for short)
Age: 358
Gender: Male
Specialty: Scout
Alt. Mode: Bugatti Veyron
Appearance: As a mech, Rogue is smaller than most other transformers but still large enough not to be considered a mini-bot. His armor is mostly silver and blue and his height is easily still three times that of a human. In his alt. mode, Rogue appears as a blue and silver Bugatti Veyron.
Personality: Rogue is a lot like Chris, which is probably one of the main reasons the two bonded so well. He’s pretty easy going and likable, and has a good sense of humor. If inspired, he can be quite mischievous and sneaky. He has remarkably good taste in music for an alien robot, or so he’s been told by Chris, and will often blare the music from his speakers. He’s helpful and kind towards his fellow Autobots and the humans alike. He’s very curious and often still relies on Chris to direct him in his actions when he’s not sure what to do since he’s only been on Earth a few months and has had limited interaction with humans. Compared to many of his other comrades, he is still considered hardly more than a Sparkling, but his courage and braveness has earned him the right to call himself a true Autobot.
Earth Time: Two Months
Strengths: He’s good at ‘hiding’ and makes an excellent scout.
Weaknesses: He’s still young for a mech and hasn’t been on Earth long, so he is often getting into some form of trouble.
Human Partner: Chris Fenner

I would love to claim an Autobot and a human. The Autobot's specialty I am hoping for is Medic. I will post the profiles later if that is alright.

This certainly is an awesome Storybook.
~Incognito

Could I claim a human spy?

-Human:
Name: Sergeant-Major William (Will) Nork
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance: Will stands about 6 foot and has a medium build. He's bald and is always seen wearing a winter cap. His clothing is usually tight and green in color preferring pants and a t-shirt. His dog-tags are always showing.
Personality: Loyal and trustworthy. His loyalty is to his commanding officer in the field not some general behind a desk. He would do anything for his squad mates and would die for them. His demeanor is usually serious and he can be a little rough.
History: William joined the army right out of high school. He finished basic training at the top of his class and graduated with the rank of lance corporal. He soon joined the Green Barret where he moved up to the rank of Sergeant. His last mission was a successful mission in Iraq which gave him the rank of Sergeant-Major.
Strengths: He is able to analyze any situation and formulate a strategy.
Weaknesses: He has a drinking problem.
Autobot Partner:

-Autobot:
Name: Milehigh
Age: 639
Gender: Male
Specialty: Soldier
Alt. Mode: Chevrolet Silverado www.trailmastersuspension.com/images/2007chev...
Appearance: Milehigh is average size and build. His armor is all black.
Personality: Milehigh is a dedicated soldier and fights till his enemy is defeated. He will follow any order and is not really a leader. He is calm during battle and doesn't speak out much. Milehigh cares deeply for his human partner and tries his best to keep his on track.
Earth Time: 18 months
Strengths: He has durable armor and is proficient in hand-to-hand combat.
Weaknesses: He is kind of stupid and doesn't have the ability to lead.

Incognito: That's fine. You may claim the Medic. I've crossed it off for you.

WhiteTiger: Well, the Autobots are the ones with the specialty/assignment. But you may be paired to one of the Autobot spies. I'll create a discussion thread so that you can talk with others who will be playing as the Autobot spies.

Note to All: I'll be creating a discussion thread, so please use that to post all questions/comments/concerns/suggestions that you may have. Thanks!

Note to All 2: If we don't receive enough people to fill all the spots, I'll make very basic profiles for the remaining humans and Autobots and they'll be open, side characters. If, by the time we start (which will be no later than Saturday, July 11) not all the spots have been filled and you wish to claim another character, feel free to do so.

i claim a Weapon Specialist bot and human. I'll edit in profiles in a bit.

can i claima soldier? Just the autobot. The only problem is im not going to be able to post untill saturday, and then not untill the next saturday after that... a lot of summer camps..

Alright everyone, I'll be starting this off no later than tomorrow night. We still need more people to join, but we can start without them for now I suppose. If you've already claimed a spot, please either fill in your profile(s) if you haven't already done so, or PM me to let me know you've decided against participating. If it hasn't done by the time we start tomorrow, I'll be sending out PM's to the people who are missing. And if no new people join, we can always work around that. Comments/suggestions/questions are still welcome in the Discussion Thread.

Thanks!
May

Chris Fenner

The first rays of soft, lazy sunlight broke through the blinds in my room and warmed my face and exposed upper body. I rolled over in bed, my eyes opening blearily as the sound of a low rumbling came from somewhere outside my window followed by a song that I recognized after a few notes despite my half-conscious state. I groaned, knowing my Guardian would hear me.

Dear Prudence, won’t you come out and play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day. The sun is up, the sky is blue…

I tuned the rest out as I stumbled into the bathroom, carrying a fresh t-shirt and a pair of jeans with me. The sound of the song was soon drowned by the cascade of warm water flowing from my showerhead, and I let it run over my head and shoulders as it eased the tension out of my muscles. After scrubbing myself clean, I stopped the water and dried myself before slipping into my clothes and walking back into the bedroom. The music was still playing, but the song had changed and now something by U2 was blaring from the speakers of my “car”.

The clock next to my bed silently informed me that it was 6:21 AM and that most people living around me probably wouldn’t appreciate the music at this hour. Going over to the window, I opened it and was instantly greeted by a happy click from the blue and silver Bugatti Veyron sitting in my yard. The music reduced in volume, but not by much.

“Hey, Roguewave,” I called, glancing around guiltily for any annoyed neighbors who might already think me insane even without seeing me talking to my supposed car. “Wanna turn the music off?”

Apparently the giant alien mech-gone-car caught the underlying tone in my voice and instantly shut off the radio. “Sorry, Chris,” came the whispered reply with an apologetic flash of the headlights. I waved and told him I’d be out in a minute before shutting the window.

After slipping on my shoes, grabbing an apple from the kitchen and my bag from the couch, I stepped out the front door and locked it before turning to see the small car now parked in the driveway. It gave another happy click as I walked around to it, the drivers seat door opening for me.

“Hey Chris!” Rogue instantly greeted me as soon as my door shut. We pulled out of the driveway and onto the deserted street, heading in the familiar direction of the base. “Cap’n Lennox says to tell you that we’re expected at base in no less than an hour. Anything you need to do first? I mean, it’s our last day here together before we head out on whatever mission he and Prime have for us.”

Roguewave was right. Our two weeks of adjusting to living and getting acquainted to our new partners, or Guardians, was just about over. Tomorrow the real work would begin with hunting down and destroying all Decepticon signals within the USA.

“Unless you need to do something, let’s go straight to base,” I said, knowing what would happen should Captain Lennox be kept waiting.

There was an affirmative click from Roguewave before we were speeding down the highway towards the NEST base. A little less than fifteen minutes later and the familiar blue-gray building loomed in the distance, field upon field of short yellow grass and patches of bare dirt stretching in the distance all around it. We passed easily through the gates, the guards having been accustomed to our coming and going by now. We rolled into a large hanger and I slipped out of Rogue, letting him transform as the grinning face of one Captain Willian Lennox came striding towards us.

“You’re here early. I wasn’t expecting anyone else for at least another half an hour. Rogue, I think Prime and Ratchet wanted to see you in Med Bay, and Chris you’re coming with me. The others should be here soon.”

*Just have your character(s) come meet up at the base, and feel free to interact with each other as well. I'll be sending out PM's to anyone who has claimed a spot but has yet to post a profile.*

Sorry it took so long.

Human:
Name: Mike Hawkin
Age: 25
Gender: male
Appearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/hair ... adi/84.jpg

Personality: He doesn't give things up. No matter what it is, is he wants it, he will do anything to get it, no matter how hard or long it takes. Some call him driven, others stubborn. He is a little of both. This dedication makes him a good ally and soldier, and people who work with him never stop applauding how excellent he is, and how far he can take something, and how fast he does it. He also can't stop with out figuring out how something works. And his work ethic applies to this. He has taken apart nearly everything he ever had. This only adds to his ability as an inventor, allowing him to recall how one thing works amazingly, and then figure out a way, most times, to use that for something. Weather it be as simple as how a timer works, or complicated as a computer, he can take it and apply it too a new weapon or devise.

History: Mike was originally part of a series of experiments that were supposed to make super soldiers, he was the "proto-type" of sorts for it, but it was shut down before he got more then soldier training itself and some scarring doctor visits. Because he new too much about the military base and such he was forced to stay there, without any family. It was decided he would be raised under the care of Sergeant Spangler, and his family and they took him in like their own. At age thirteen he had been there for four years, and finally found something, a hobby of sorts. He took to finding parts and building things. He would grab junk from the garbage’s cans and build toy weapons, and stuff to play around with. When he turned sixteen the head of the base noticed and decided to assign him as an assistant to a weapon engineer. By age of twenty -two he started working on his own. There he heard talk about N.E.S.T and decided he wanted to join; he got into it only recently.

Strengths: He knows his way around technology. He can turn the right junk into about anything if you give him time and a good idea of what too do.

Weaknesses: Not good under pressure. If he feels too much of it he gets sloppy and makes mistakes. He takes special pills that are new and dangerous; so far he has only noticed that it makes him sleepy.

Autobot Partner: Cobalt

-Autobot:
Name: Cobalt
Age: he stopped counting at 123, been roughly 300 years since
Gender: Male
Specialty: Weapon Specialist
Alt. Mode: Jet. http://www.apakistannews.com/wp-content ... ghters.jpg
Appearance: He is not as tall as most, and more wide, but not giving the appearance of fat for a robot, just broader. His panting is a mix of blue and black, with mostly blue, His arms have his wings on them, and his feet have tail wings spiking out of them. his chest pokes out with the cockpit, and people can sit in it while he is in regular form. They don't even have to get out wile he is transforming.

Personality: He likes to play with his prey, not one to just shoot the gun and run. He will think of an elaborate way to get the job done, and that is how he got into sports and fighting. He got to toy around before he won. He applies this to everything, making someone work for something, even if they are on the same side, he just can’t tell you something. He is also very cocky and likes to blow up his achievements and skills to make him seem more powerful. People can be annoyed by this sometimes. These too mixes make him not the most liked person, most people hate him. But once you get past this exterior….well there isn’t much difference, he just isn’t as annoying.

Earth Time: 5 months

Strengths: He is the best shoot in the galaxy, so he says, and can hit a reset button, the ones that need pencils to hit, from 70 yards. He knows more about weapons and how to fight than anyone.

Weaknesses: though his amour is thick and he is armed, he has several kinks in his amours he tries to hide, is=f he is hit in one, his body will be shut down and all weapons will too until he can be repaired, which is not too hard in this case. He can be a bit too hot headed as well and makes mistakes from this.

Human Partner: Mike Hawkin

Sorry for the double post.

Mike Hawkin~~~

"Why did I have to get the annoying one," I whispered to myself as I climbed the stairs down to hanger. I had been given an abandoned airplane hanger to live at during my adjustment process. Why couldn't I get a car like the others? I missed the base I usually lived at, my friends from work, all my unfinished experiments lying there in my area. Pictures of the sparks arching from it as I built them up and took them down. the gentle hum of my tools as I screwed on the bolts and hammered the nails. The sweet sweat that dripped down as I melted the metal so delicately on it, knowing each move could end a week of work.

But I had given that up for now. I gave it p for NEST and Cobalt, even if he was a pain to deal with. And not the best mode of transportation.

"We have about a half hour until we need to be at the base," I said an I pulled a shirt on. I got some reports from the local airport, and we got pretty good ride there. So should be about twenty minutes there. So let's head out now." I grabbed a flight jacket and walked over to the robot who was sitting cross legged in the dead center of the large hanger. He agave a fake yawn before rolling his eyes, which was a strange site, and turning back into a jet. I went right into the pit and leaned back in the chair ready to take a nap.

Once we were in the air i felt safe enough too rest my eyes, and was awoken about twenty minutes later to the sound of landing. Glancing out the window I saw we had arrived safely at the back of the NEST building, and Cobalt was already transforming. Around me metal creaked and moved. Darkness covered me momentarily a I moved upward. The last creak sounded, and I pushed the cockpit window open ready to climb down the robot like normal. He never could wait to let me out before growing leaving me about15ft in the air. My feet dangled for a bit before a cold metal plate caught me. I rode down like I was on a dumb elevator, and hope that last few feet. As I recovered from the stumble almost bumped right into Captain Lennox.

"Glad you could make it Mike," He said and moved aside to reveal a door. "Take that and someone will bring you to the meeting room. There we will go over the entire mission detailed."

"See ya then C.L." I said playfully and tapped the asphalt with my sneaker tip four times, allowing wheels to grow from my shoes which I used to skate away.

Are you guys still taking characters? If I'm allowed, could I claim a spot for a human and a spy autobot please? Thanks!

-Moo

Thanks

-Human:

Name: Haley Miles

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Medium height, slim, with chocolate brown hair and green eyes.

Personality: Haley is usually the type to take the bull by the horns. She's impulsive and jumps into things without fear. She always seems to have a grin on her face and always jokes about things. She's witty, sarcastic, and rolls her eyes at people a lot. Haley sticks to her friends at all costs. You mess with her friends, you mess with her. She lives life by the minute and thinks that any amount of time spent lying around is time wasted.

History: Her father was in the military and insisted that she should join as an engineer, hopefully calming her down a little from her wild ways. She heard about NEST and decided it would be much more interesting than tinkering with airplanes.

Strengths: She is courageous and not afraid to put her life at risk.

Weaknesses: Loses her head easily. Doesn't think things through and gets herself into bother.

Autobot Partner: Crash

***

-Autobot:

Name: Crash

Age: 103

Gender: Male

Specialty: Spy

Alt. Mode: Ferrari F430 http://www.tuningnews.net/news/070423/n ... uzione.jpg

Appearance: He stands at around three and a half times the size of a human, and is quite light looking. His body armour is white with double black stripes on his arms, and is very streamlined.

Personality: Crash is fast. His incredible amounts of energy would make other autobots seem like snails in comparison. He can't sit still for more than a second. He is a little full of himself and likes to believe he's the best racer around. He goofs about and loves to mess around. He doesn't take things very seriously all the time, but can be serious if the time calls for it. Believe it or not, he is a little more responsible than Haley and keeps an eye on her in case she gets into trouble.

Earth Time: 3 months

Strengths: His speed and agility.

Weaknesses: He doesn't sit back and think things through.

Human Partner: Haley

***

Haley Miles

The alarm clock announced it was time to wake up, its shrill yell causing me to jump up from my bed with a start. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and fought my way from the blankets, wading my way through the mess of my room to the window at the far side of my bedroom.

I grinned at the little strips of sunshine that pierced the curtains, happy that today would be a bright and warm one. I flung the curtains asunder, welcoming the blue sky above.

Then, I saw it. Strangely, I saw the flash of black and white before I heard it. It was as if it was defying the laws of physics and exceeding the speed of sound. I flung open the window and hung out of it, yelling, "Crash!" at the top of my lungs. And with a screech of tires, Crash drifted across the asphalt and stopped with a jerk neatly in my drive, as if he had been here all along.

He waved his windshield wipers innocently like a puppy wagging its tail. I couldn't contain a grin as I giggled at him. He retracted one of his windows, speaking to me through the radio.

"You called, m'lady?"

I relaxed a little, leaning against the window frame on my elbow and chuckling at the Ferrari that parked in my drive.

"I'm surprised you heard me at that speed. You'll really live up to your name some day, you know," I said.

He revved his engine with the crescendo of a lion's roar. "I never crash. I think I was unfairly named," he said defiantly.

"Stay were you are for a while. I'm going to go and get cleaned up before we head back to base."

"Okey dokey artichokey," he rhymed back. I waited until the purr of his engine had died before heading to the shower. I showered quickly, drying myself off and pulling on clean clothes before heading to the kitchen.

I began my search through the cupboards, salvaging a loaf of bread but not managing to uncover anything else suitable for breakfast.

After peeking in the fridge and finding there was no butter, I gave up completely and took two slices of bread and began eating them instead.

I spent another ten minutes playing with my fringe in the mirror, before finally getting it to sit straight. I heard Crash toot impatiently outside the house, so I grabbed my things and hopped in the drivers seat.

"You're getting crumbs all over me," he said snootily as we pulled out from the drive with a screech and set off for base. "And can I ask why you're eating dry bread for breakfast?

I sat back in the seat, allowing Crash to drive as I chewed on the bread. "It actually happens to me delicious. Want some?"

"Nah. Just you eat your disgusting foodstuffs and I'll get us to base in time."

I leaned back with a grin plastered on my face, as the world shot by me in a meaningless blur, muttering quietly, "In one piece, I hope."

-Human:
Name: Maria Burberry

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Dark brown hair and knowing green eyes. Her skin tone is soft and her face looks almost like a doll. But don;t let this description fool you, she doesn't like screwing around.

Personality: She seems ditsy but she is one of the smartest humans out there. HEr father worked as a scientist and she always asked questions. She is very curious and this some times gets her into bad situations. She is great in high pressure situations.

History: As said before her father was a scientist for the military but died in a fatal explosion at the lab. It was the one day she wasn't there, she has never met her mother and doesn't really care. She likes to get close to people quickly and gets attached easily, to her autobot. She graduated ivy league but doesn't do anything with it. This the first successful attempt to reel her in to the military.

Strengths: Her brain and will power.

Weaknesses: HEr emotions sometimes take over.

Autobot Partner: Cyberjack

-Autobot

Name: Cyberjack

Age: 764

Gender: Male

Specialty: Scientist

Alt. Mode: Red Nissan Altima ( http://www.enkayblog.com/wp-content/altima.jpg )

Appearance: Quite large for his field and strengths. He has black torso and his legs and arms are red. His head is a mixture of the two (jaw line black and the rest red.

Personality: Very careful and thoughtful. HE thinks before he acts making himself always worried about his human for her "problem of wandering off". He actually is not cold hearted though and has a deep connection to Maria. He hates strangers.

Earth Time: 18 months

Strengths: His tactics skills and brain power. He is also quite good at one on one combat.

Weaknesses: Last minute changes and he is also very OCD.

*ill write later*

Maria Burberry~~

Maria's skin trickled in sweat, the warm air rushed past her as she made it up the last hill sprinting. As she reached the top, she broke out into a slow grateful jog. She reached her apartment and slowed to a complete stop. No one was around so the doll girl peeped to Jack.

"Morning Jack!" The brunette chirped, uncaring because no one was around.

"Good job! You increased your speed again and without flaw!" The car purred quietly, "Now get ready their having a meeting and we can't be late!"

"How much time do we have?" Maria's eyes widened.

"Twenty minutes and you better take a shower young lady!" Maria was alreaddy springting up the stairs, she jammed her key into the lock of her apartment and ran in. The girl shed her clothes as she ran into the shower and let the water hit her face like icy bullets. After three minutes of quickly shapooing and soaping her body she sprinted out. A pair of clothes waited for her by the window.

"Thanks Jack!" She yelled.

"No pausing you just waited three seconds!" The car yelled back.

She yanked on the dress uncaring what it looked like at the time and ran downstairs. Maria slid into the drivers seat and hugged the steering wheel with her arms.

"Your the best you know that?"

Jack didn't answer and she heard a little kid outside, "Mommy that weird lady is talking to her car!"

Jack pulled off automatically and Maria blushed a bright red. The air burst on and sent cold tunnels of air through the car.

"Jack what the hell!"

"Sorry your getting water all over my seats!" The radio speakers spoke, "I made coffee though so drink up!" A metal container clicked next to Maria revealing a small cup of coffee. She hugged the wheel again as air rushed by her body. THey were ten minutes early.