Spindle, a tale

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  1. Anodythe

    Anodythe Well-Known Member

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    Based on a proposed character to someones elses thread request, Spindle has writen herself a life and now insists that it be told.

    My humble thanks to Suzy Prime for her proof-reading, suggestions and support and to all the Ladies of TFW2005 for being here. I also thank all the writers in the TFW2005 Fan Fiction thread, cause I don't feel so awful alone anymore.

    I hope you find this a tale worth reading.

    Spindle, a tale

    Chapter 1

    “Well, well, well, lookie here at the little ‘Con.” The voice seemingly arose out of nowhere.

    Alice looked around, slowly taking in her surroundings. There was no one of any significance close to her. Stopped at the bottom of the library steps, she could see few students out and about at this early hour. There was no one hiding in the shrubbery, or around the building’s doors. The only other person nearby was a short, overweight, middle-aged female sitting on the edge of the fountain reading a paperback and bobbing and weaving to music playing from an old Walkman plugged into her ears.

    A scan of Alice’s recent memory additions concerning the school gave her the female’s name and title: Dr. Esmee Indel, currently on loan from the archeology department of the Smithsonian Institution. She was allegedly some sort of super-important guest lecturer here to explain this planet’s past to these inane fleshies.

    Waste of time really. When the Decepticons finally conquer this planet, humans will be history and there will be no one interested in a dead race.

    A scan of the area brought no answers either, but Alice remained wary. While there were not many, the Autobots also had infiltrators -- “Pretenders” -- just as the Decepticons had. They were smaller, faster, nastier than normal Cybertronians, the Decepticon Pretenders anyway. With the technological ability to form and reform organic nanites over their robotic bodies, they could pass themselves off as nearly any organic creature as she had done is her guise as “Alice.”

    Alice turned her attention back to her mission. The college had offered a month-long preparatory course for incoming freshman and she had hoped that the Autobots’ pet human might attend. Unfortunately, he had been a no-show, so she was forced to endure the rather primitive university system laughing referred to as higher education.

    In her current form, that of a shapely, blond college student, she was assigned to monitor and influence the human Sam Witwicky while he attended the school. Since freshman weren’t allowed to bring cars to campus, she knew that he would be without his Autobot guardian, Bumble Bee. This might allow her to become a “close” friend, even though the stink of Autobot energy was undoubtedly leaking from every pore of his fleshy frame.

    “Pit,” she thought. “Can’t wait until those slaggin’ Autobots are all scrap beneath our servos! The voice must have been Starscream or Soundwave bleeding over on a private transmission. Slag them both.”

    With that thought, she climbed the stairs and entered the library doors. There was plenty of time and a plethora of gullible human males to tease. Had she taken the time to look, she would have seen the short female glide past the bottom of the stairs on a small motorized bike and disappear into the darker walkways of the campus.

    Two days later, while walking through the Student Union, Alice heard the same voice. Only this time it was over her private trans-line. No one but Soundwave or Megatron could connect to her using that line. But then there was something about that voice.

    She rifled through her memory cache and could only summon up a ghost memory. She found nothing of any real substance, but she was still plagued with doubts. Perhaps the Autobots had perfected a stealthier infiltrator. Casting about with heightened senses, she detected no robotic signals, Autobot or Decepticon. Only…there was that overweight female again. This time she had plopped herself down into one of the overstuffed chairs in the lounge. Again, she was reading and plugged into that obsolete piece of human technology.

    The woman looked her way, but did not notice Alice staring at her. She seemed impatient. Her fingers were drumming on the arm of the chair, presumably in time to whatever drivel middle-aged females listened to. Alice looked closer and found herself transfixed by the complicated cadence this woman tapped out. Faster and faster, the fingers struck the chair in time to what must have been a percussion-laden composition. Then they stopped. The woman’s fingers ended their relentless drumming. She stood, walked to a far doorway and stepped into the evening air.

    Alice shook her head to clear her confused processor. “Humans,” she thought derisively. “Even the intelligent ones have oddities that Megatron would not stand for.” Alice shook her head again as fellow students from her dormitory called to her wanting her to choose one of them as her exclusive companion.

    “Well, if I can’t tear apart Autobots yet”, she thought, “I’ll have to make do with completely playing these human fools.” She smiled and waved her best college-girl wave and strolled over to her amusing victims.
     
  2. SuzyPrime

    SuzyPrime The friendly lurker

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    Eagerly awaiting the next chapter!
     
  3. Torque

    Torque The WORDSMITH

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    ooo, very cool start-love to see the movie stuff-i this before she got smushed in the movie, after that and she has repaired herself, or just a seperate continuity altogether?
     
  4. Anodythe

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    T- She's my own character, OC I guess in fanfic-speak. This story takes place just before ROTF and will follow through within the rest of the movie. Just my own little universe.

    Thanks SuzyP!
     
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    Torque The WORDSMITH

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    sweet!

    hey, i dunno wen the Headformers will be updated, but im starting a fan fic a few posts below this one-check it out, its gonna be interesting
     
  6. moreprimeland

    moreprimeland Optimus told me to do it! Moderator TFW2005 Supporter

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    Ano--
    I like it!! Starting off very mysteriously, who or WHAT is this middle aged lady?? and will she be a handful for Alice, hum...??? and these strange communications??? Who, where?? Great start!! :thumb 
    Next chapter please :popcorn 
     
  7. Black Oracle

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    Aha! Ano is being bitten by the writing bug!

    An intriguing first chapter. I suspect there more to this 'Dr. Esmee Indel' than meets the eye... Hmm, my curiosity is aroused.

    It's great to have a fic involving and exploring Alice as well. I don't think I've come across her in any fics yet. You've imagined believable thoughts for her.

    And even though you say this is your own universe, this first chapter could easily be imagined to occur before the movie events.

    Great work! Awaiting more...
     
  8. Anodythe

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    Thanks for all the replies! Chapter two delves a bit deeper into Spindles background...but not much.
    Those Hasbro people...aren't they nice to let us write stories about their toys? Wish i owned the place, but I do think I have stock in the company...one can only hope!

    Chapter 2

    “Morning, Fury. Been a while, hasn’t it?”

    The words caught the Pretender by surprise and she turned toward the origin of the voice.

    It was the human female, again. She stared knowingly at Alice, her head cocked to one side and her hands clasped in front of her.

    “…Say wha…I …do I…wait. Haven’t I seen you around ...ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?”

    “Um-huh! It’s been fun. What a social calendar you have. I never thought Decepticons went for the party scene.”

    “Decep…what? What are you talking about?”

    “Oh dear, you’ve forgotten me haven’t you? And only after 60,000 vorns…tsk!” The human female shook her head in mock pity. “Why youngling, you’ve gone completely white…not your color really.”

    “*Spindle!*” came the choaked whisper of the Decepticon femme.

    “You do remember! How nice. So, wanna do it here or take it elsewhere?” The human-form called Spindle cocked her head to the other side, her grin widening as she closed the distance between her and Alice.

    “You…you were dead at Tyrest.” Alice began to tremble slightly. “I saw Frenzy picking your carcass.”

    “Oh that, well he tried…slaggin’ half-spark. He didn’t tell you that when he got to my spark casing he flat-lined because of the power surge. Booby trapped. Pretty funny really. Wish I could have seen it. Jazz told me he literally fell to pieces. And you, dear,” she tilted Alice’s chin up with the tip of a finger, “what have you been doing in the mean time? Squeegeeing Shockwave’s optic, or are you still picking turbo-rats out of Skywarp’s thrusters? Or…ah yes… you must be in line to change Ravage’s litter box. What an honor.”

    “You tin-plated, micro-processor slag-fume. I will tear you apart even slower than Frenzy di… Ow…ow ow ow…my hair!”

    “Oooo, nice and secure.” Spindle said as she yanked the hank of hair with each word. Pulling the unwilling ‘Con through the densely planted bushes, she managed to relocate their “reunion” behind the Sciences building.

    “I am going to enjoy striping every nanite from your disgusting Decepticon frame. I may even use the remains as a wall decoration…in the women’s rest room!”

    “Autobot filth…”

    “Oh, I don’t wear the brand dear. Never have, never will.”

    “Doesn’t matter. If you’re not a Decepticon, then you’re the enemy.”

    “Ah, Megs always liked the femmes loyal and dumb. Be glad you had a skill he needed, or you’d have joined the others in the smelting pool…or worse.”

    “You will never stop us, you sorry excuse for a progenitor.”

    Spindle’s eyes flared bright green.

    Alice grinned. “Oh, I hit a nerve, didn’t I? I nearly spit up my reserve tank laughing so hard when I heard about your spar-”

    Spindle grasped Alice’s throat. “You will find that baiting me is not a very wise act. Action now would be a bit premature and I like things in their natural order. Let’s see…we found the All-Spark, off-lined Megatron, next would be annihilate the Decepticon army, revive Cybertron…yeah, that seems to be the proper order of things. Oh, heh…oops! I did forget one small detail…exterminate you.”

    A campus security guard rounded the corner of the building near the two adversaries. Spindle released Fury’s throat with a quick push.

    “OK, Alice, think we can get it this intense for class next period? I’d hate for this performance to be unseen after all the hard work we put in it.”

    “Uh...Oh sure.”

    “I am honored that you would ask me to help with your project on bad dating techniques. Let’s hope we can convey the same feeling for the audience.”

    “Ah yes, Dr. Indle. Thanks so much for accepting the part on such short notice,” Alice quickly interjected, smiling ever so salaciously at the guard. He nodded back with a wolfish grin and continued past the two.

    “This is far from over, Autobot wanna-be.”

    “Count on it, slag-bait.” Spindle called over her shoulder as they went their separate ways.

    A silent signal alerted Spindle to an incoming transmission. After relaying the password she downloaded and opened the message. It simply said, “Recall.”
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  9. moreprimeland

    moreprimeland Optimus told me to do it! Moderator TFW2005 Supporter

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    I knew it!! I knew the human, well, wasn't human :D  Great update, and you left me hanging..darn cliffhangers, but they keep ya coming back for more :popcorn 
    Megs likes them loyal and dumb..:lol  and you brought up the smelting pools..cool..:thumb 
     
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    Ooo, Cybertronian cat-fight! This is a very unusual and unique setting for a battle between a Decepticon and an Autobot(?). How do enemies fight when they are trying to keep their covers in front of others?

    I love how you write your dialogue. Seems very believable.

    I was intrigued by your references of smelting pools and progenitors. What could Alice's comment about Spindle's inadequacy as a progenitor mean?

    And what of the "recall" message?

    You've got my curiosity peaked!
     
  11. Anodythe

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    Finally posting this is strangly liberating. Thanks for all the great comments and your support. A short one today.


    Chapter 3

    Sgt. Thomas Billings was out of his mind with joy when he learned of his assignment to the new super-secret outpost somewhere in the Indian Ocean. The British military had combined with the United States to form a new kind of military unit called N.E.S.T. (Networked Elements, Supporters and Transformers). It was said that along with American troops he would also be training with aliens from outer space. Outer space; sounded like a cheap Sci-Fi novel, but his commander assured him that they, the aliens, were real.

    It had taken him one month to overcome his apprehension serving along side such large aliens. The idea of being squashed by their rather large feet…”stabilizing servos” he corrected himself… gave him the willies every time he heard the familiar transforming sound. By the end of the month, however, he was able to keep an easy gait while walking through the base on Diego Garcia, nimbly avoiding even the abrupt changes from the young twins, Mudflap and Skids. He was particularly fond of his assignment with the gruff Weapons Specialist, Ironhide.

    Ironhide was a careful and meticulous mech when it came to weapons and security. Billings learned quickly from him how to insert his men and machines before raids on Decepticon locations. He had even earned the guarded respect of Air Force Chief Master Sergeant Epps, who was a kindred spirit to Ironhide when it came to weapons and their upgrades. Together, he and his men formed the evening scouting and recon patrol.

    Tonight’s patrol was supposed to be a cakewalk. Nothing had disturbed the secure shoreline and the only thing that had come through the airspace was the normal C-5 re-supply flight. More baked beans for breakfast, he thought happily. Suiting up went quickly and quietly and deployment was methodical. They’d been through this for a year now, nothing changed much…except tonight.

    There was nothing special about the day. All seemed well. Everyone was accounted for. All weapons locked and secured all badges up to date. No new issues. All that was left was a quick ‘run’ around the secured part of the island and then back to barracks and the telly -- except for the lone figure sitting on the beach of a lagoon.

    It was normal for individuals to spend their off-time enjoying the many beaches surrounding the island. Billings often indulged himself, especially late at night, but this person was unknown to him. A middle-aged, slightly overweight female sat with her back to a boulder, eyes closed, seemingly unaware of the patrol’s approach. He signaled his men to surround the woman, weapons at ready. He saw no badge, no uniform, and no indication of who this person might be. Cautiously, he advanced, weapon drawn.

    “Excuse me ma’am, I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

    The woman answered, eyes still closed “You haven’t.”

    “Okay…ahhhh…alright. Well, may I ask what your position is here?”

    “Why yes, I’m sitting down.”

    He grimaced, looking painfully towards his troops as they snickered.

    “Look, you have no ID badge.”

    “Correct.”

    “How did you get here?”

    “I flew.”

    This time the snickering was cut off after a withering look from Billings.

    “Ma’am, I need to know your name, status and immediate supervisor.”

    She turned her face quickly towards the man, jutting her chin as she pronounced each word as distinctly as possible.

    *sigh* “Spindle…active covert operative…Optimus Prime.” Her green eyes glittered as she spoke.

    “Very funny, lady.” The troops behind their leader moved a step closer, readying their weapons.

    “Oh, I’m no lady, at least not in your sense of the word.” She held up her hand and the flesh around the fingers began to ripple and shift away from what appeared to be long impossibly long, thin metal bones. She wiggled them in Sgt. Billings’ direction. He took a stumbling step backwards and brought his rifle to firing position. The others followed suit.

    “What are you? OH MY GOD, what are you?!”

    “A Pretender…’Top Secret, Classified Eyes Only’…Guess you missed the briefing. Now go away, you are disrupting my recharge time.” She lay back against the rock, closing her overly green eyes with an exaggerated sigh.

    The sound of six automatic rifles being cocked couldn’t be ignored. The female, who called herself Spindle, opened her eyes, cocked an eyebrow, smiled, rose to her feet, arms raised away from her sides. She began walking towards the road that led to the base.

    “You coming?” She asked.

    “Uh…nuh…ERM…HALT!!!” He hefted his automatic and swiftly took his place in front, while his team ranged a safe distance around her. She turned her hands palm upwards, shrugged and together, humans and pseudo-human walked quickly into the cool recesses of the Human/Autobot base of operations.
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    All right!!! Spindle "flew in" to see Optimus Prime--criminy..we didn't get to hear her update yet.. I like this new guy..Sgt. Billings.. is he based on anybody you know?? :D  in RL???
    Good one, you left me hanging again, wanting more..evil, very evil :ev: 
     
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    Sgt. Billings is endearing. Wouldn't we all like to get his exciting job and work alongside robotic aliens. Lucky fellow. So's he a British officer?

    And i wonder what Spindle is doing on Diego Garcia now. Billings' reaction to her was quite funny.

    You still have my curiosity about Spindle peaked!
     
  14. Anodythe

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    Thanks everyone! The story seemd to have built in cliff-hangers...probably from the decades of TV shows that corrupted my youth. :wink:  I pictures Spindle as a female curmudgeon with lousy people skills to boot. She's happiest on her own and while she is involved in her only love- archeology.

    Sgt Billings popped up as I wanted to include others of the NEST team besides those we are already aquainted with.

    I'm not sure about anyone else, but the plot bunnies lay in wait around my car and usually pounce when I'm on the interstate humming along the the TF soundtracks. They also lurk behind the shower curtain...nothing smells worse than wet plot bunny.


    Chapter 4

    As they entered the base, Spindle looked around the huge area. To one side stood row upon row of computers all manned by human males and females in the military dress of the combined forces of the U.S. and Great Britain. Each monitored a large screen in front of him or her, occasionally speaking to another human on the receiving end of their transmissions.

    Just inside the main doorway and in the center was a large open space surrounded by catwalks and lifts. A conference room was further off to the back on one of the balcony’s which held a large table, countless chairs, computer screens and a plethora of computer equipment that to Spindles eye, reminded her of the playthings a youngling would use in its earliest stages.

    “Ah, these humans, they learn quickly.” she thought as the sight of several computers bore the unmistakable sign of Cybertronian upgrades.
    Her gaze was then drawn to the far end of the complex. Located there were various other pieces of equipment that she knew to be of Cybertronian origin. Several bot-sized computer stations, a repair bay, an area that looked like a rest area/lounge for large mechanical beings. Beyond that she guessed were private quarters, lounge and nutrition area and the medical bay. She shivered with a brief rage; the teeth of her human form grinding loud enough to startling the young Sergeant who had been escorting her.

    “Ma’am? Anything I can do for you?” Much to Billings displeasure she ignored him and began walking to a familiar figure who was unconcernedly shuffling back and forth between a repair table and a tool bench laden with oddly shaped instruments, sheet metal and mysterious containers of liquid. The sergeant and his team quickly followed her, attempting to block her from the busy mech.

    “Ma’am…please Miss Spindle…you have too stay…”

    Ignoring them she shouted up to the mech, “Wheeljack, you old reprobate. What have you in the way of comestibles around this sorry excuse for an Autobot Base?”

    “Wha…oh…” The Autobot scientist, startled out of his private reverie, turned a might too quickly and dropped a delicate piece of wire frame to the floor. “Spindle…SLAG…watch where you step; there are pieces everywhere and I need every one of them.”

    “’Course you do. Typical; I’m starving. What have you got?” she mentioned to the fumbling scientist.

    “Energon goodies are that way.” he pointed towards what was indeed a lounge area.

    “But, I have something here if you’d like to try it. A bottle of Old Maccadam’s finest; I’ve been saving it. Only a bit left.”

    “Ma’am, you must stay with…”

    Spindle growled at the young Brit waving her flesh-covered fingers towards him and turning towards a bank of human run computers, snatched an empty mug from atop a console…

    “HEY, that’s miiiii…” An evil growl from the “female” silenced the aggravated human, and emptying the last remnants of liquid on to the floor, she rushed over to the outstretched bottle held by Wheeljack.

    “Sorry, couldn’t find anything bigger…hold it steady, I’ll scoop a bit into the mug.”

    Whelljack tilted the bottle until the thick, syrupy liquid came just to the lip of the bottle. Teasing the beverage with her finger into the mug she held it to her forms olfactory sensor and relished every fragrance that arose from the beverage.

    “I need a place to sit.”

    Unsure of how to comply, her now befuddled human escort motioned for her to follow him to a human-sized kitchenette area. Sitting at the table Spindle turned towards the human,” Shoo.” and she motioned him away.

    “Sgt, I’ll take responsibility of our…uh… guest.” Wheeljack finally said to Billings.

    “But Wheeljack, I can’t let an unknown wander around the base unescorted.”

    “She’s one of ours. I’ve already okayed it with Prime.

    Nonplussed he did back off, but remained outside what he thought would be her peripheral view and sent one of his men to contact Maj. Will Lennox.

    Closing her eyes, Spindle sipped the well-aged beverage; a look of peace coming over her initially hard-edged features. She had still not officially contacted Autobot command, but was sure word of her arrival would pass through both Human and robotic channels soon enough. She was no Autobot, not a soldier under ANYONES command. Her time was her own and precious at that. They could come to her. But in the meantime, she would sit back, enjoy some of the finest oil in the galaxy and observe the comings and goings of the creatures that inhabited this place.

    Setting the mug down onto the table among the few others scattered there, she laced her fingers behind her head and closed her eyes; the better to assimilate and understand the sounds coming from all sides. She heard feet, human feet approaching…

    “Yeah, just a minute, I need my…oh there it is…ACK…pleh-pleh…what the hell…is this some sick joke…?”

    Spindle cracked her eyelids open a millimeter or two. Standing before her was a stocky human male, American by the look of the uniform…First Lieutenant by the silver bars on the collar. He had the sour look of one who drank an unknown and unappreciated liquid. Some of it had actually spilled down his otherwise immaculate uniform. He looked at her with a crazed expression.

    “That’s…mine…human. Get your own oil.” She snatched the nearly empty mug from the now confused human and finished her drink in one swallow. She even wiped her fingers around the inside to catch every last drop, licking it off her fingers as she had seen some human child lick chocolate off of theirs. She smiled…he shuddered, backed away and high-tailed it in the opposite direction.

    “Heh, weak digestive track that one,” she mumbled to herself, “No appreciation for a fine vintage.”

    “I see you are making yourself welcome with the humans.” The familiar gruff voice came from behind her. This time a growl of disgust arose from her vocal processor; Ironhide.

    “I take it you found her?”

    “Yes, I found her.”

    “And…”

    “She will find her way to the slaggin’ Pit to keep Frenzy company very soon; I assure you!”

    “You enjoy that, don’t ya?”

    “Hummmph. She snorted. “Yeah, you have a problem with that?”

    “No, not really, but Optimus might.”

    “I really don’t care what your precious Optimus thinks let alone says. I do what I know is necessary, if I enjoy the effort, so much the better.” Spindle smirked “What; you jealous of little ol’ me?”

    “Wha…me? I don’t think…

    “That’s true, you don’t think. You let your high and mighty Prime think for you. Ironhide go here, run there…get that con…oh wait don’t hurt them too much.” Her voice began to sound like a whiney child. “Oh dear, if we just talk to them maybe they will think twice about annihilating us. Oh dear…oh my…”

    Ironhide turned away from the angry femme.

    “Don’t you walk away from me; I’m far from finished with you!”

    “I don’t need to listen…” and Ironhide continued walking away towards the rear of the complex.

    Spindle followed, her voice becoming shrill “You’ll listen to everything I have to say weapons specialist…I am not finished with you…”
    Enough…” The voice was enough to shake the surrounding area, rattling the cups and mugs strewn about the table.

    Ignoring the commanding voice, Spindle rounded on the speaker, “Oh I am just getting started…why the PIT was I recalled…” she whirled on the speaker.

    I SAID ENOUGH!” Optimus directed his words directly towards the now wide-eyed “human” form of the very angry Spindle. His words were slow, deliberate; “I will not have this kind of discord among us. Not here, not now.”

    But Spindle was not finished, and she continued her rant despite the severe countenance.

    “Well you’ve got it now Prime. As long as I have to put up with the presence of these…” she flung her arms in the direction of both humans and gathering Autobots, “Don’t worry Prime; it’s nothing you can’t handle. Far as I know there is very little that gets past you. Only things you don’t handle are the dirty little covert actions behind enemy lines. The ones even Primus would turn his back on.

    “Here…”removing a data pad that seemed to have been hidden under her jacket, she threw it to Ironhide over her shoulder, “Report’s downloaded on the data pad makes good reading. Oh, and by the way…you’re welcome.” and she began a hasty retreat back to the human lounge.
    Walking away towards the lounge area catches sight of the Autobots Chief Medical Officer, Ratchet who stood directly in front of her path of retreat.

    “Ah, Spindle; you’re here, finally. I need you to…”

    “YOU…!” She stopped and lashed out viciously at the Autobot Chief Medical Officer, “what makes you think I’d let you close enough to examine me?”

    Prime’s orders…and mine.” came the forceful reply.

    “Oh really? Just like that you think I am going to submit my frame, spark or processor to your malpractice, you quack? Think again, Hatchet. I’ve been fine own my own ever-since-I-arrived. In fact, I have taken care of myself ever since the beginning of this fine outing of Prime’s. ALL ALONE…you smelt waste…but then you and Softsides over there know all about that, don’t you?”

    Ratchet stood with his arms clasped behind his back. He almost looked amused as he stated, “You will report to the med bay now or I will download an immobilization code faster than Blurr can count to ten.”

    “You wouldn’t dare.” and she turned away from him.
    Ratchet began to enter series of code on the data pad tucked in his left arm. A slight buzz begins to fill Spindles audio sensors and she begins to lose feeling in her hands and arms.

    “Alrigalrightalright.” She spit out and began to follow the already retreating physician.

    “And Spindle, when you are finished with Ratchet” Optimus countered in an amused timbre, “I want a word…or two with you in my private office.”

    “Uhhhhhhnnn…” she groaned; guess they did find out about her presence on the base; earlier than she expected. Gathering up what dignity she had left, like an earthly empress she glided off towards the medical bay, her progress followed by the curious eyes and optics of those in the general area.

    * * * * * * * * * * ​

    An hour or so passed and those who could, overheard muffled shouts and angry words from the medical bay’s occupants. Epps was taking bets as to when the room’s furnishings would start being thrown. Sadly he realized that he had lost as an angrily frustrated chief medical officer stormed out of the bay. He was followed by his overly calm human-looking patient. Ratchet turned fiercely around and pointed to the small human.

    “Do NOT forget that Prime wants to see you, NOW!”

    “Thank-you” she replied sardonically. Visibly taking a deep breath, she began to slowly walk towards the direction of Primes office.

    “So, what is her major maladjustment anyway?” Epps whispered to Ironhide.

    “Nothing a swift kick in the axel won’t fix.”

    “Ironhide that is uncalled for and untrue” Ratchet reproached.

    “I know; I know…she rubs me the wrong way is all. Always has, ever since the war started.”

    “What, you have a crush on her when you were in Autobot School?” Epps laughed.

    “NO…She’s way…oh for Primus sake…No…it’s…”

    “…a private matter, human.” The “woman’s” eyes flashed as she turned viciously towards the hapless Chief Epps. “One of which you will not be hearing at this time.” She then turned her intense gaze towards the Autobot weapons officer. It was relentless in its loathing. “Since when do we share our innermost lives with organics?” She made a swift 180 glance around the area, “its worthless staying here. I’ll be returning to the city tomorrow.”

    “Does Prime know?”

    “Since that is the mission he gave me, I see no reason to re-inform him of my duties or actions.”

    “You still need to report to him.” Ratchet interjected.

    “Go slag yourself Physician. When I am through with Prime, I am out of here.” And she marched off, hesitantly towards the direction of Optimus’ office.

    “Not before Prime’s finished with you” Ironhide muttered under his breath.

    All eyes followed the now apprehensive figure as she approached the large double doors. They slid open to admit her and quickly closed again.
     
  15. moreprimeland

    moreprimeland Optimus told me to do it! Moderator TFW2005 Supporter

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    Great update:bay 

    Spindle may look like a middle aged, overweight organic, but she's feisty little bot isn't she? :lol  and it would seem there's some history between her and Ironhide..ummm??
    and once again..hanging off a cliff..with the double doors swinging :D 
     
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    Oh wow, how could I have missed out on this fanfic?

    Great stuff, Ano! Looking forward to reading more of this! :D 
     
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    Black Oracle Black Convoy's Dark Angel

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    Spindle Spindle...just what are you hiding? My curiousity about her is only gorwing with each new update! So she's not technically an Autobot, but seems to be allied with them, she has some reason to loathe IH, she doesn't seem to like anyone...hmm...

    This was quite a humorous chapter as well. I giggled at the image of Ratchet with his hands clasped behind his back and with an amused expression on his face. He! He!

    I guess Optimus will have to explain why he 'recalled' Spindle in the next chapter then. I'm sure it wasn't just for a medical check-up.
     
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    Ah yes...just what IS Spindle hiding. Nosey Autobot Docs want to know...if they live that long.

    For Her, the choice was..."Whom do I hate the most...Autobots, with their self-rightous sentient rights prattle or Decepticons with tyranny, death, destruction and really lousey acents. (okay maybe not lousey accents *coughStarscreamcough*)

    As to the history she may or may not have had with 'Hide...well...there
    is more to that than meets the eye...(oh, I've been waiting to write that for a long time :rolleyes: ) But that info will come later, much later.
     
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    Chapter 5

    When the doors to Primes office closed, it was as if the surrounding atmosphere had just been swept clean by a gust of spring air. A general sense of ease returned and the room’s occupants resumed their previous conversations. Laughter could even be heard in some groups.

    Major Lennox wandered over to Ironhide and Chief Epps. He’d a puzzled look on his face.

    “So, if she’s neither Autobot nor a Decepticon, what is she?”

    “Geez, we’ve been wondering that for a long time” Sideswipe interjected as he rolled by. He laughed at his own joke. “She’s a fantastic teacher, I’ve been to some of her lectures, mesmerizing, but she’s been a real shard in everyone’s side since…”

    “SHUT IT Swipe!” Ironhide whacked the annoying senior twin behind the head.

    “HEY old bot…watch it! I just had all the dents hammered out and polished.”

    “Bad as your brother…You’ll polish more than that if you continue.” Ironhide threatened. “Go find the minor twins and get some more target practice in. Your percentage was way down this morning and theirs is nowhere near where it should be.”

    Sideswipe grumbled as he rolled out of sight searching for the twins, Mudflap and Skids.

    Ironhide chuckled. “He’ll have a long search. Those two are a recon mission with Arcee in one of the C-130’s today. That ought to rile him up good and hard for a bout this afternoon. I’m looking forward to it.”

    “So?” Lennox looked up at the self-pleased weapons specialist.

    “So what?” he replied.

    “So if, what’s her name, Spindle; yeah, if Spindle is an ally of sorts, we really ought to know a little more about her; what unpleasantness we could expect on the battlefield and off. What do we avoid in her presence, things like that?”

    Ironhide drew air into his filters and let it vent out slowly. He then motioned for the two men to follow him to his secluded weapons storage area. Inviting them to be seated, he also found a comfortable position in which to rest and began to speak slowly and quietly.

    “Long before the war Spindle was an archeologist of some notoriety; well deserved too. Ah…she was a very good one…the best; she led the first expedition to the center of Cybertron. There was no one who was better in her field and she had students climbing all over themselves to earn a position on one of her expeditions. The digs were tough, strut-breaking and she was an exacting leader; very little escaped her optics and the advances made by her teams led to hundreds of new discoveries on more than just Cybertron. She had even downsized her frame to better adapt to the difficulty of her work. There were places deep inside Cybertron that were never seen until she was able to navigate the smallest fissures and crevasses on our world. Back at University there was standing room only crowds for nearly all her lectures. And Primus could she throw a party! For whatever reason, she always came looking for me when she needed security. Don’t know why but I felt oddly protective of her; especially after she downsized.”

    At this point, Ratchet, who had been looking for the weapons master entered. Ironhide noticed him immediately.

    “Doc, you remember that party Spindle threw after she received tenure and became department head at University? Wildest thing I’d ever been to. It was huge and had to be held in the sports arena in Praxis.”

    “Yes I do” Ratchet began introspectively, “Even managed to get Optimus AND Megatron to the fete. Both of them were trying; and quite well I might add; to be as sociable as they could be. I think Optimus held his energon quite well, but I saw Megatron wobble a bit just as he left the arena. Wasn’t that the party where she introduced you to Chromia?”

    “Must have been a sight.” Lennox added wryly.

    “Yeah”, Ironhide mused, “she was. Er…I mean, yeah, watching ol’ Megs totter out of the hall will always be a highlight in my memory core.” The all laughed.

    “If I remember correctly, she was the one plying Megs with the high octane stuff. What do humans say; she ‘drank us all under the table?’ And for such a little bot she held up well. I think that was one of the few times she really let go.” Ratchet remembered. “She was a real connoisseur of oil. Had a direct line to Macadam’s and never failed to share with friends and total strangers.” Ratchet remembered.

    “Yeah, like you, you old codger.” Ironhide quipped. Ratchet just harrumphed. The room then became quiet for a moment.

    Epps sighed, “So, what has this to do with the dragon-bot lady?”

    “Oh, do not ever use that term around her.” Ironhide warned. “Not if you want to keep your head. She’d just as soon snap it off and consider apologizing later as allow you to ask forgiveness.”
    Ratchet just shook his head and paused. A sudden look of sadness came over him. Epps noticed the change in mood.

    “You ok Doc?”

    “Yes…yes thank-you for your concern.” He went on.

    “After she became department head for archeological studies, Spindle turned inward and wanted to dedicate most of her resources to uncovering Cybertron’s past, especially in regards to the time of the Primes. There was fierce debate as to whether they were a true part of our history or a myth.”

    “Started many a bar-fight that subject”, Ironhide leaned back musing over a thought. “Yeah, them were the days!”

    All three looked over to Ironhide, who seemed to be reminiscing happily.

    “Wonder how many he started” Epps whispered to Lennox, who quickly smothered a snort of laughter.

    Ratchet continued a slight smile chinking up the sides of his face plates, “Spindles department fell under the prevue of Optimus. While Megatron stood planetary defense, Optimus jurisdiction was the Sciences. I think she was a bit miffed…”

    “Pit Ratchet, she was downright ballistic when she found out that Optimus was to be overall head of the project. She’d of ripped him a new exhaust if he had not reminded her that this would leave her free to actually work the dig. Get her servos dirty so to say.”

    “Yes, something like that.” Ratchet replied, “She was mollified for a while but still chafed at not overseeing the whole dig herself. It was thousands of vorns that dig, on Cybertron and other worlds, including our moons. Eventually some interesting discoveries were made, leading to solid evidence that the Primes did exist and were not a myth. She supervised every bit of data, every artifact. Before anything was sent to Optimus, it went through her. Even were Optimus on the site, she’d be the one reporting most of the findings to the Science Council. Arcee was the only other bot, mech or femme whom she trusted with delivering any type of information when Spindle herself could not.”

    “The day the final proof was uncovered was the endgame. Spindle was actually down in the pit when the first on the plaques was discovered. There were twelve. Some were fractured beyond hope of recovery others only cracked. Spindle translated each plaque, which seemed tell of the lives and deeds of the first thirteen. Eventually the thirteenth was uncovered whole…”

    “And it was that one which mega-cycles later became the catalyst for our war.”

    “How so?”

    “Soon after it had been uncovered Megatron insisted that it be moved to his private quarters. He was quite adamant about it. In the vorns that followed he became aggressive, vicious and militaristic. We had been attacked by another race, who apparently wanted the All-Spark cube. They were defeated, but in the aftermath and for the first time in our worlds’ history Megatron set out to attack other worlds, other peoples. He had no regard for our history of peace and co-existence. There were many who agreed with his ‘First Strike’ policy and many others who did not. Eventually our peoples were divided into to two armed camps.”

    “Decepticons and Autobots.” Lennox replied.

    “Yes.”

    A moment of quiet circulated through the weapons lab. Then Ratchet spoke quietly.




    “Spindle was…also the last to receive a sparkling directly from the All Spark.”
     
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    Whoa, quite an interesting tale about Spindle. I'm piqued to find out about the sparkling she had.
     

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