Divinity (Transformers x FEM/OC)

Email Correspondent from Commander Coal to Major Lennox.

Dear Major,

     My name is Commander Richard Coal, and I wish to welcome you to my base. I agreed to have your team stationed here because, it was one, an order and two, my men need entertainment. I am requesting that if your assets wish to stay, they must contribute to life around camp. I am aware your machines are wary due to their depleted energy, but there is a standard I expect them to uphold.

     General Shaw will be coming in the days to come, so I request that your team stay on a low profile, minimal activity. She will leave as soon as her business is complete.

     And major, you have been sent an email about the early morning run with the men. Please arrive promptly.

Sincerely,

Commander Coal

Section One: Chapter One - Sierra Coal

    Stacks of books are laced around the office, their faded, fragile bindings standing out against the cream walls and black windows. Some of the books hidden away due to how delicacy, that the sun's rays could turn them to soot and ash.

Boxes of varying trophies and medals hidden behind my plastic desk.

Page after page, falling deeper and deeper into the hieroglyphs, each symbol screaming words and images of the past. My job is to translate. Years and years of training in martial arts, self-defense, gymnastics, and I am stuck translating a wall worth of pictures. I understand the significance of certain images and most of the time I love what I do, but some are...just about farming. There is only so much of this that I can take.

I wipe the trickling drop of sweat from my brow. The sun was still beating through the windows, while sand grains painted the frame and the dunes spreading far into the horizon outside.

I slump back further into my seat, my eyes drifting closed slightly, only to be opened by two chimes from my computer. The first that caught my eye was a message labelled, 'Going to be late home.' I sigh as shitty excuse unravels through the email, my husband signing at the bottom as though I was one of his men.

Exiting the email, I drag my mouse to the next email labelled...I gasp at the title, opening it almost immediately.

Dear Dr Sierra Coal,

     I have been reading your file recently and we believe that you would be perfect for the new program, Project Numen. With not only your expertise in history and the arts, but your familiar background in the special forces. You have been selected for trial one with the project. In this project you will embark on missions and shall explore with a special task team, designation NEST. I shall explain further once accepted. If you wish to accept the offer, please send an email by the end of the week to confirm and a meeting will be arranged, and a plan devised. I hope you will accept my offer.

Sincere regards,

General Verity Shaw, US Defence

What?

I could feel my heart throbbing in my chest and for some reason guilt began to take root in my mind. What would he think of this? What if he loses it again? What am I going to do? Do I accept?

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     I sat there glaring, staring into the blank void of my sleeping screen, thoughts flying through my head. But the main theme of most of them was, yes, I am going to do it. I finally awoken from my daze as a slight knock echoed through my office. Bringing my eyes to the door and brushing my black dress straighter, 'Come in!'