#au transformers

I would like to think in this au his personality is closer to war of cybertron or earthsparkk!!

I finally post the new cover of "The Polar Star" [Part 1] (T0T) !!!

I gained some new followers and felt bad cuz I haven't posted much so here's a little snack! My soggy wet cat Starscream

I felt silly

Chapter Two

I stared at the ceiling, my feet resting on top of my desk as I waited for it to end.  I had followed Sam all day, realizing he wasn’t joking about having all the same classes.  The likelihood of that being like 1 in a billion but it somehow happened with me.  I found that throughout the day, he wasn’t a bad guy.  Just awkward and shy at times when it came to other “cooler” kids in school. But once I got past all the stuttering and mumbo jumbo, he was actually pretty cool himself.  Still a total little bro though.

Which brings me back to his awkwardness.  Apparently, it was present your class project day and it was Sam’s turn.  Though in a way, as I listened to the story of his great grandfather, I also found out Sam was trying to sell the old man’s stuff. I didn’t know why but I continued to stare at the ceiling as the poor kid was pelted with paper and our teacher, who was a total douche, didn’t really do much to curb anything.

After a few more minutes, the bell finally rang, the teacher going off about some random junk regarding school work but I just collected my bag, ignoring him.  I was so grateful to be away from the confines of school that I didn’t realize I was being followed into the halls as I made my way to my locker.  When approaching, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I slowly turned to face the person who decided to disturb me.

“Wad up, cutie?” the boy immediately made me cringe as I ignored him.  I remembered his name from our last class, Trent I believe.  I could tell right away he wasn’t a very bright one and I didn’t really want anything to do with him.

“Come on, say something,” he again pestered me.

“Shouldn’t you be running off to practice or with your girlfriend?” I inquired as he finally sighed, rolling his eyes at me.  I closed my locker and turned, waiting for him to respond but instead, someone called for him and he walked away.  Of course, not before giving me a wink and those stupid pointing fingers people do when they find someone attractive.

“Idiot,” I whispered, making my exit of the school.  Of course, that was prohibited as I heard my name called, forcing me to turn to the boy who was super excited and nervous.  I could tell something was amiss as he asked me to do him a huge favor.

“I know we just met and all but you see, I made this deal with my dad that if I saved up 2,000 dollars and made several A’s that he would help me get a car and you see, I ended up spending like 25 of it on something I really wanted so I was wanting to know if you wanted to buy something from me to help me out,” his words jumbled together, forcing me to stare at him dumbfounded.  After a moment, I sighed, thinking over his favor before nodding.

“I guess I can help you out.  As long as I get to help you pick a car and you take me home in it,” I countered. Sam didn’t hesitate to agree and he opened his bag, showing me all the stuff he brought to school.  I went over them before deciding to look at the glasses he had brought in more detail.

“These are actually pretty cool.  Vintage,” I stated, going over them.  I could see they were a bit dusty but I had a thing for vintage items, so I pulled out my wallet, handing over the money.  Sam stared at me for a moment.

“The glasses? You like the glasses?”

“Yeah.  They seem cool.  Why?”

“Nothing,” Sam didn’t respond as he closed his bag, grabbing my hand as we headed out the doors. I really need to teach Sam not to drag me around.  But as we went out, I noticed a green, old timey vehicle sitting out front.  The man inside was a little pudgy and he stared at us with slight scrutiny as Sam jumped in the vehicle.  I stood next to it, waiting as, who I assumed was his dad, stared at me in return.  

“Who’s this, Sam?” he inquired.  Sam paused in his “I got another A” speech to finally realize his mistake before getting out the car and letting me slid in.

“New girl at school. She’s cool and I invited her to go car shopping with us.  Let her check out Tranquility and get her bearings.  That cool?” Sam asked.  His dad nodded, slowly pulling away from the curb.  I pulled my phone out, ignoring the conversation up front as I texted my mom. Her response was amusing.

Use protection.

I almost puked.

“So where you from?”

The question brought me out of my horror as I looked into the rear view, seeing that Sam’s father was watching me.  I processed his question before giving my honest answer.  The man seemed like a fatherly figure, if I ever knew what that was.

“Anamoose, North Dakota.”

“Anamoose?  Is that really a town?” Sam chuckled at the name as I nodded.  

“Yeah, it’s a town. It’s southwest of Minot.”

“I’ve been to Minot. Nice country up there in the summer months,” Sam’s dad said.  Before I could ask about his trip, both Sam and I were suddenly caught off guard by our new location.  Almost immediately, I reacted, halfway leaning out of the car as Sam got excited.

“No way, Dad. No way,” his excitement rolled off him as I practically stared in disbelief.  If his dad was going to buy him a new Porches, then this boy was going to be the envy of the entire school.  I would half guess that Trent would be eating his words and try to be Sam’s friend after that.  However, our excitement was cut short as we suddenly pulled out, his dad laughing at our reactions.

“You’re right. I am not buying you a Porches.”

“But they are just so pretty,” I whined, my arms hanging off the sides.  I so wanted a sports car.  But I could settle for anything that can outrun at least a minivan and a mustang. That I could settle on.

“Oh come on? For your first car?” his dad laughed.

“I don’t wanna talk to you for the rest of this day,” Sam said as his dad continued to chuckle, saying that it was a practical joke.  Well, I can definitely say this about Sam’s dad, he could be funny in a cruel way.  And that tease was just that.  Cruel.

Finally, after a few moments, we pulled into a used car lot and I had to choke back the laugh I had as we finally stopped.  This place screamed “RIP OFF” almost immediately as we climbed out of the vehicle. I looked around, noticing all the rust buckets and found it amazing that they were still together.  One looked like it was barely together at all.

“Guy has to use duct tape,” I mumbled.  Sam started complaining, using the term “half a piece of crap,” which was a perfect description.  His dad defended his choice and the two continued to argue as I followed, keeping my eyes peeled for any type of diamond in the rough.

“Gentleman, and lady,” the voice had all of us look toward a gentlemen as he approached.  He was an older male, dark skinned, and wore a hideous looking Hawaiian shirt and a white hat.  He immediately shook Mr. Witwicky’s hand, introducing himself.

“Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs,” he chuckled at the poor joke, “How can I help you?”

“Well, my son here, is looking to buy his first car,” Mr. Witwicky placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder. The poor boy looked defeated as the salesman feigned being honored by their choice to come to his car lot.  I didn’t blame Sam as the man began pointing out cars, talking about all the good things out of them.

“Let me tell you something son, the driver don’t pick the car.  The car picks the driver.  It’s a mystical bond between man and machine,” Uncle Bobby B, as he so playfully called himself, stated, waving at his family nearby.  I couldn’t help but ponder his statement, finding it to be true and oddly, poetic.  Maybe the creepy guy wasn’t all that bad to coin such an amazing statement.

After walking around for a moment, looking at all the falling apart junk around us as Sam continued to “talk” with Bobby, I stopped.  Just in the back was parked a sexy, sleek looking vehicle hiding off next to an old bug that I couldn’t help my squeal in delight as my heart stopped. It was an old time Camaro.

“Oh man, Sam,” I got his attention as Sam immediately perked up, seeing exactly what I saw.  We both approached, my hands immediately running along the side of the car, up the hood to the top.  The yellow paint job with racing strips could use a little buffering, but man oh man, was it nice.

“What do you think?”

Sam didn’t answer as he opened the door, sitting inside of the car.  I looked over the inside, impressed that the interior wasn’t completely run down.  Bobby B was yelling for someone, apparently unsure of the car.  Something about never seeing it before, but I watched as Sam rubbed off the dirt on the steering wheel, revealing an unusual symbol.  The obvious woah wasn’t missed as we both admired the beaut in front of us.

“How much?” Sam’s dad didn’t hesitate to ask, seeing how both of us where drooling over the vehicle.

“Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle-”

“Semi?  Dude, this thing is vintage.  Semi ain’t cutting it,” I defended.  Bobby wasn’t phased as he continued with his sentence I had cut off.

“And the sleek wheels and the custom paint job-”

“Yeah, but the paints faded,” Sam cut him again, earning the reaction of the salesman to lean over to look through the window.

“Yeah, but it’s custom.”

“It’s custom faded?”

“It’s your first car, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

I rolled my eyes at that last statement as he continued before throwing out his random number of five grand.  My jaw dropped as Sam looked ready for a spazz attack.  And sure enough, his dad wasn’t too thrilled about the offer, saying he wouldn’t pay over four grand, but Bobby refused to take anything less than five, making Sam get out of the car.  Sam tried to coin the term “car picks his driver” but Bobby wasn’t listening. Instead, he tried to sell the bug next to the Camaro.

“There’s a Fiesta with racing stripes over there.”

I giggled as Sam said he didn’t want it, shutting the door in a defeated manner.  Without warning, the passenger door of the Camaro opened suddenly, hitting the bug next to it and forcing the horn to go off.  I couldn’t help but laugh at the scene as the salesman seemed at a loss for words, saying he could get the dings removed. He laughed but I could tell he was a bit perturbed.

Again, Bobby tried again, pointing out another vehicle.  I followed Bobby, hoping to see if something else would catch my eye. Suddenly, a loud screech pierced our ears as we suddenly ducked, the windshields and glass on all the vehicles suddenly exploded into a shrapnel shower.  I tapped the side of my head, dazed, as I looked at all the pieces on the ground.  I even felt a sting in my arm, a few pieces lodging themselves into my skin.  But other than that, I was perfectly fine. Couldn’t say the same for Uncle Bobby B as he suddenly turned, holding up four fingers and practically screaming out the price he would take for the Camaro.

“Yes!” Sam’s whisper of excitement had me smile as his dad went with the salesman to settle the deal. We both practically ran for the car, Sam getting in the driver’s seat as I opened the passenger, sitting in.  I looked over the dash and looked at Sam.

“Baby needs a washing. But I am amazed at the condition it’s in.  Just a gorgeous vehicle.”

“Thanks.”

The sudden omission had me pause, staring at Sam as he watched his dad take the title, waving at us to collect the keys.

“For what?”

“Without you spotting me, I wouldn’t have gotten this car.  You had no reason to at all, being new and all.  But you’re a pretty cool person.  And a cool friend.  Which I hope lasts a long time,” Sam said as we both got out of the car.  I just chuckled as I leaned over the top of the car, choosing my words carefully.

A minicomic revealing the relationship between Megatronus and Orion.

(It's just Megatron, years into the war, reflecting on his past.)

(Part of the lor of my au.) ->