First Impressions - Small Soldiers
Title: First Impressions - Small Soldiers
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: Ensemble
Rating: PG
Summary: Man meets Machine - a story old as time. But how many ways could the story have changed?
Warnings: AU, occasional disturbing imagery, language
Notes: Old writing, from back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made) A set of AU's and crossovers of all of the different directions the main story could have gone.
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Sam swallowed nervously as his car pulled to a stop without his input. He glanced at Mikaela beside him, who looked more than a little shell-shocked. Sam's internal debate on whether or not to give her an encouraging smile or hand-squeeze or something was interrupted when something small and pointy landed on his feet from under the dash. Sam squawked, jumping, even as the tiny yellow robot climbed his leg. At his knee, it jumped up, climbed the steering wheel, and sat on the dash board. The radio blared to life, and Sam realized that the thing's fingertips had actually merged into the dash.
"I got friends... a blast to the stars, far away... come on over, come on over, baby," the radio sang, skittering through stations.
Mikaela's eyes went wide, and she leaned towards the foot-tall metallic creature. "There's more of you coming, aren't there?" She asked it. "Friendly ones, instead of those things in the cop car, right?"
It nodded vigorously, clapping its hands, then jumped off the dash, grabbing Sam's shirt and climbing up to the boy's shoulder. "Guess that means it's time to go," Sam said, taking a deep breath.
They left the car, following the little thing's pointing hand away from the road and into a field of low desert scrub. A couple hundred feet out, it waved at them to stop and pointed up. Sam craned his neck. This far away from the city, the stars were clearly visible, diamond bright and cold. Nothing out of the ordinary was visible. "I don't see anything," Mikaela said, biting her lip as her eyes tracked across the heavens. "Do you?"
"No," Sam said slowly. "No, I don-wait! There!" He pointed, grabbing Mikaela's wrist excitedly. "Right there, just under the moon."
"Where?" She demanded, leaning closer to sight down his arm. "I don't see-" She broke off because she did see, a tiny spot of light that was moving, getting closer. Fascinated, the two teens watched the light grow, like a headlight in a tunnel, headed right for them. A low whine started, felt more than heard, vibrating in their fillings and deep in their ears, growing steadily into a screaming whistle.
Abruptly, the light split, four instead of one, spiraling down in close formation. The scream grew, just shy of ear-shattering, and the four lights slammed into the earth in rapid succession about hundred feet away. Tiny hands tugged on Sam's shirt, and even though everything he'd ever learned about aliens screamed at him to run, hard and fast, he moved towards the landing site anyway, Mikaela just behind.
Four plumes of dust and smoke rose from the ground, billowing from craters the size of kiddy pools and about three times as deep. The little yellow robot swung down off Sam's shoulder, clambering down his arm and dropping to the ground. It scrambled towards the craters, hopping low bushes, and it didn't take much to see that it was just shy of ecstatic. It went from crater to crater, peering in before dancing to the next. From the crater closest to the teenagers, a tiny hand reached up to grab the exposed, scorched roots of the nearest bush, and an intricate little figure pulled itself out of the hole. "Holy shit," Sam breathed, as the thing shook dirt out of its crevices.
In the center of the circle formed by the craters, the little group gathered. They were different sizes, Sam noted, from a tiny silver figure just smaller than the little yellow guy, to two that were near twice the size of the little ones, and one that towered head and shoulders above them all, standing to just above Sam's knee. The tall one turned and walked up to the two dumbstruck teens, looking up at them with a complete lack of fear, the blue light from it's eyes glinting off red and blue armor. It studied Mikaela for a moment, then looked directly at Sam. "Are you Samuel James Witwicky?" It -he- asked, his voice amazingly rich for such a small being. "Descendant of Archibald Witwicky?"
Beside him, Mikaela let out a soft gasp. "Yeah," Sam managed.
The miniature machine nodded thoughtfully. "My name," he said. "Is Optimus Prime."
o o o
Song Lyrics:
I Got Friends in Low Places ~ Garth Brooks
Moon Baby ~ Godsmack
Come On Over ~ Christina Aguilera
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: Ensemble
Rating: PG
Summary: Man meets Machine - a story old as time. But how many ways could the story have changed?
Warnings: AU, occasional disturbing imagery, language
Notes: Old writing, from back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made) A set of AU's and crossovers of all of the different directions the main story could have gone.
Table of contents
o o o
Sam swallowed nervously as his car pulled to a stop without his input. He glanced at Mikaela beside him, who looked more than a little shell-shocked. Sam's internal debate on whether or not to give her an encouraging smile or hand-squeeze or something was interrupted when something small and pointy landed on his feet from under the dash. Sam squawked, jumping, even as the tiny yellow robot climbed his leg. At his knee, it jumped up, climbed the steering wheel, and sat on the dash board. The radio blared to life, and Sam realized that the thing's fingertips had actually merged into the dash.
"I got friends... a blast to the stars, far away... come on over, come on over, baby," the radio sang, skittering through stations.
Mikaela's eyes went wide, and she leaned towards the foot-tall metallic creature. "There's more of you coming, aren't there?" She asked it. "Friendly ones, instead of those things in the cop car, right?"
It nodded vigorously, clapping its hands, then jumped off the dash, grabbing Sam's shirt and climbing up to the boy's shoulder. "Guess that means it's time to go," Sam said, taking a deep breath.
They left the car, following the little thing's pointing hand away from the road and into a field of low desert scrub. A couple hundred feet out, it waved at them to stop and pointed up. Sam craned his neck. This far away from the city, the stars were clearly visible, diamond bright and cold. Nothing out of the ordinary was visible. "I don't see anything," Mikaela said, biting her lip as her eyes tracked across the heavens. "Do you?"
"No," Sam said slowly. "No, I don-wait! There!" He pointed, grabbing Mikaela's wrist excitedly. "Right there, just under the moon."
"Where?" She demanded, leaning closer to sight down his arm. "I don't see-" She broke off because she did see, a tiny spot of light that was moving, getting closer. Fascinated, the two teens watched the light grow, like a headlight in a tunnel, headed right for them. A low whine started, felt more than heard, vibrating in their fillings and deep in their ears, growing steadily into a screaming whistle.
Abruptly, the light split, four instead of one, spiraling down in close formation. The scream grew, just shy of ear-shattering, and the four lights slammed into the earth in rapid succession about hundred feet away. Tiny hands tugged on Sam's shirt, and even though everything he'd ever learned about aliens screamed at him to run, hard and fast, he moved towards the landing site anyway, Mikaela just behind.
Four plumes of dust and smoke rose from the ground, billowing from craters the size of kiddy pools and about three times as deep. The little yellow robot swung down off Sam's shoulder, clambering down his arm and dropping to the ground. It scrambled towards the craters, hopping low bushes, and it didn't take much to see that it was just shy of ecstatic. It went from crater to crater, peering in before dancing to the next. From the crater closest to the teenagers, a tiny hand reached up to grab the exposed, scorched roots of the nearest bush, and an intricate little figure pulled itself out of the hole. "Holy shit," Sam breathed, as the thing shook dirt out of its crevices.
In the center of the circle formed by the craters, the little group gathered. They were different sizes, Sam noted, from a tiny silver figure just smaller than the little yellow guy, to two that were near twice the size of the little ones, and one that towered head and shoulders above them all, standing to just above Sam's knee. The tall one turned and walked up to the two dumbstruck teens, looking up at them with a complete lack of fear, the blue light from it's eyes glinting off red and blue armor. It studied Mikaela for a moment, then looked directly at Sam. "Are you Samuel James Witwicky?" It -he- asked, his voice amazingly rich for such a small being. "Descendant of Archibald Witwicky?"
Beside him, Mikaela let out a soft gasp. "Yeah," Sam managed.
The miniature machine nodded thoughtfully. "My name," he said. "Is Optimus Prime."
o o o
Song Lyrics:
I Got Friends in Low Places ~ Garth Brooks
Moon Baby ~ Godsmack
Come On Over ~ Christina Aguilera