When people try to write a Transformers/Pokémon fanfic, they mostly just have Ash and co. meet up with the Transformers and do some righteous ass kicking. That sounds very boring to me. My idea for a crossover is much more complex. Basically a retelling of the 2007 movie, it follows the adventures of a female Pokémon Trainer, Sennie Zephyr, and her Pokémon as she and her new friend, the motorcycle Autobot Arcee, attempt to help Optimus Prime find the AllSpark and save the world from the Decepticons. Expect lots of robots blowing things up, huge Pokémon battles, and loads of surprises. Transformers: Wings of Fire When the shadows come… And it seems like the world is done… A hero will arise… And see through the lies… So let the night stars shine… And we will bide our time… Until the day the hero comes… And the day that all are one… Ancient poem found inscribed on a wall in the Ruins of Alph. Chapter one “Sennie, will you please put that game away while I’m talking? This is important.” Sixteen-year-old Sennie Zephyr reluctantly closed her DS. “Sorry, Karen,” she apologized to the blonde-hair girl sitting across from her. The fancy restaurant they had stopped at for a bite to eat after school was packed with people. Too many for Sennie’s taste. Karen Brown just shook her head. “I don’t know why you keep playing those stupid Star Wars games. Anyway, you are coming to my party on the third of June or not?” Sennie rolled her golden eyes upward in a gesture of annoyance. The party! Always the party. It seemed to her that Karen had been talking about nothing but the get-together she had organized to mark the start of school vacation. “Yes, of course I’ll be there! I’ve told you a million times that I’m coming.” She reached down and gave her Vupix, Fire-shine, a pat on the head. The little fox-like Pokémon was underneath the table, chewing on a bone her Trainer had given her. Every now and then she would bark at the people passing by, and they would reach down and stroke her smooth red fur. “Just wanted to make sure, Frog-Eyes,” Karen replied, sitting back down and taking a bite of her salad, which was just lettuce and low-fat ranch dressing. “You have a history of saying that you’ll be somewhere and then not showing up.” “Oh leave her alone, Karen,” Mikala Banes, Sennie’s best friend and co-conspirator, said. “I remember you promising that you’d come to my tenth birthday party and then blowing it for a dentist appointment.” “I had a really bad cavity! Plus I had to go shopping with my mom afterwards.” Sennie listened to the two of them as an argument started. Well, she thought, here they go again, fighting about something trivial and stupid. She adjusted her motorcycle boots. Despite the fact that she was still, legally, a young girl, Sennie was smarter and more responsible than anyone her age in the town. This had convinced her uncle, Jack Zephyr, that she was ready to have her Driver’s license. After a week of discussing it with the police and town officials he had gotten her both a license and a motorcycle endorsement. And today he had promised her that when she got home from school she would have a new motorbike, which she needed for the summer. School was almost out for the summer of 2007, and for the high-school students of Tranquility, Nevada, it meant a welcome respite from sitting in the hot classroom watching educational videos about volcanoes. Plus the Pokémon training community was getting ready for the battles and contests that came along with summer. Sennie Zephyr was a Pokémon Trainer, like Karen. She was a wild one, though. Raised in the rough and dangerous Orre region by her grandfather, Sennie was used to Pokémon battles that were high-stake, and she was no stranger to fighting with guns and knives. In her life she had seriously wounded many men trying to take advantage of her. Of course, Sennie couldn’t blame them if the sight of her quickened men’s’ blood. She looked more like a supermodel then an outlaw, with her white and gold hair, her slim features, and her golden eyes. The fact that she preferred to wear shirts that barely covered her torso, low cut blue jeans, and had the mark of the Pokémon Hunters on her face didn’t help her a lot. At least the men here in America were civilized enough just to stare at her when she passed by. Mikala and Karen stopped arguing just then, and Karen, being the richest of the three, picked up the bill. “Wow, thirty bucks for a meal. I’m never coming here again,” she said, slipping her credit card to the waiter. “Then why did we stop here?” Mikala asked, fishing a stick of gum out of her purse. “Because they make the best salads ever, and I need to watch my weight. Not all of us have Sennie's metabolism. I can’t eat a double bacon cheeseburger and stay the same.” “Okay, but it’s your money. Next time we go out to eat, however, I’m picking the restaurant. I can’t stand fancy-pants places like this.” The three of them got up and left the building. Sennie reached down and scooped Fire-shine up, allowing the Fire-type to ride in her arms. The sun was shining down on them, and Sennie inhaled the fresh scent of the wildflowers that grew around the town. Summer was almost upon them, and she had a feeling that this one was going to be different then the others. A strange feeling was coming over her, a feeling that she was about to embark on a journey that would change her life. And if there was anything Sennie Zephyr wanted, it was for her life to change.