out of control | transformers [original]

i. chapter eleven

To say that the pair of girls were excited would be an understatement. They were so, so glad to have another girl on base. Even if she was a giant alien.

The three were like sisters by the end of the week. Arcee hadn't had contact with another bot, let alone a femme, in decades- and the girls were not planning on leaving her to herself for a long time.

But that didn't mean they didn't spend any time with their guardians, no. If anything, the pairs had become best friends to the girls. After the whole 'Allspark' debacle, Optimus had thought to appoint guardians to the girls as well. Even with being on Diego Garcia, they could never be too careful.

Ironhide & Mikayla had been busying their free time in the shooting range. Ironhide was the only one shooting at things though. Things like old junk cars, extra parts that the building team didn't need, & random half-built wooden towers.

The two were a little trigger happy, to say the least.

Even though the brunette couldn't shoot, she enjoyed watching her friend get excited about something- and she also liked to watch things get blown up. Call her a pyromaniac or whatever, she didn't care.

As for Jazz and E? Well, the blonde was teaching him all kinds of pop culture references- from music, to movies. A whole bunch. She also told him about the things that she'd learnt in twenty-twenty. And also what to expect for the future.

By that, she meant she explained the basics of the other series in the franchise. Just the basics, like the characters.. plot.. you know.

Anyways, the day was about to begin. Recruits were arriving that day from all over the world- whether seasoned soldiers or teens that had just finished basic training, they had a mix.

They, the soldiers, also had no idea what they signed up for.

Oh this was going to be entertaining.

The two had gotten up at around seven- since they were the only girls & the only civilians on base, they were given a room all to themselves. Which included a little shower room.

Two twin beds were set on opposite sides of the room, alongside two dressers & a desk to share between the two. Altogether, it was pretty cosy.

Both girls dressed semi-formal for the occasion- probably being expected to either way. Which basically included jeans & a blouse.

Do you want to know what they wore? No? Well I don't care, you get to know either way.

Mikayla decided on some dark green jeans and a black long sleeve- opting on a more simple look. Then she added black combat boots and tied her hair back into a ponytail. We should have known she wasn't going to introduce herself as friendly.

Especially with Ironhide having an influence on her.

Emerson wasn't very fond of looking violent as a first impression, so she just chose some black jeans & a white button up. Finishing the look, she left her hair down and threw on some traditional converse.

The blonde rolled up the sleeves slightly, feeling like it was a bit too much to have them down. Her friend slung an arm over her shoulder.

"Nice." she began, eying the girl's outfit in the mirror casually, "You look great."

A dopey grin appeared on her features, "You too, Mrs. Shut-Up-Please-Don't-Talk-to-Me."

Mikayla laughed at that, before stepping away. "Yeah okay, you ready to go?"

Nodding, she followed her friend out the door.

Weaving their way through the long hallways, seeing nothing but metal & the bright lighting around them, they walked towards the breakfast hall. E fiddled with the buttons on her shirt, yet again. Nervous habit.