Allons-y!

First Draft Story

    The main street was a maze of cars and debris difficult at best to navigate.  I picked my way through broken vehicles, bits of building and shattered glass till I reached the alleyway where I had parked before utter chaos had erupted.  My heart leapt into my mouth as I saw that my car had survived the insane mini battlefield that had occured recently.  I walked to my beloved gunmetal Nissan Skyline and rested my backpack on the hood, fishing for my keys.  My body trembled and my brain constantly flashed a message to the rest of my body telling me I needed to get out of here.  Instinctivly I ducked hearing a booming voice and an explosion. 
    A volvo station wagon tumbled hood over hatch down the street followed by a terrified teenaged boy clutching a carved box to his chest.  A chunk of loose asphalt sent him stumbling forward, launching the box from his hands toward far wall of the alley.  It ricocheted off the brickwork, this new trajectory sending it on a collision course with my car.  Regaining himself, the boy dove after the flying object in an attempt to intercept it before it made contact. He did managed to catch it, but another chunk of ill placed rubble caused him to crash into the car anyway. Upon striking the surface, static and shimmering waves of electricity reverberated out of the box and over my car as he stood up and looked at me frantically, mumbled ‘Sorry, really sorry’ and ran out of the ally way and off down the street beyond view. 
An electronic whir and shifing of metal drew my attention away from the fleeing adolecent and back to my vehicle.  Doors shifted and side panels collapsed into themselves.  My car looked like a giant Rubik’s cube as it completed is dramatic contortion.  The robotic result looked down at me tilting its head to focus on me.   Its head was sleek and looked like some sort of Japanese drawn gundam with ear like projections and a visor over where its eyes would be. The doors now stood out from just beyond its mechanical shoulders like wings and the front wheels were hidded somewhere in its shoulders.   An entire rainbow of emotions washed over me and terminated in an emotion that surprised me. I was really pissed off! The robotic form that was once my car, altered its left arm and formed a thrumming, glowing weapon aiming it right at my head. That really made me angry. 
“I’m not going to hurt you moron!” I yelled, almost regretting the words as I completed the sentence.  It stepped back slightly and lowered the weapon before kneeling down till we were face to face.  “Not hurt?”  I nodded, still peeved but now insanely curious.  It had speech and a degree of intelligence.  Much different from the mindless robots causing utter havok in the street where the boy fell the first time. I took into account that what ever that cube thing was, had some sort of power that animated mechanical devices and that with more concentrated exposure, animated them with different degrees of intelligence and in the case of my car, sentience.  Just as I was about to muse over how I would get away from this apocalyptic madness, the head focused on my face.  “What is, Moron?” I All but had to stop myself from laughing before I humbled myself with the fact that for all intents and purposes, irregardless of the fact that this was a 16ft tall transmogrified formation of my once beloved  Skyline GT-R, I was dealing with a newborn life.
Decided to try something very ambitious I reached into my bag and brought out my laptop.  I rested it on the top of a partially damaged cinderblock fence and turned it on.  I could feel him moving closer behind me, obviously curious of what I was upto.  I found an open wifi source and began to look up moron.  He placed a hand on my shoulder a bit to heavily and I all but collapsed.  If he wasn’t too bright, he was learning rapidly, quickly correcting the amount of weight he could apply to my body with his hand.  After regaining my composure and looking back at the laptop, he replaced his large mechanical appendage on my, gently and held it so that it was very nearly weightless and asked, “What is?”  I looked at him and then into the direction of his eyeline.  “Laptop, Computer, Information, knowlege”  He tilted his head as if he knew there was something he was missing.  Then he lifted his chin and closed his eyes for a second.  My laptop suddenly went haywire.  Pages began popping up and programs were opening and closing so fast I couldn’t keep up with it.  Then suddenly it grew very warm and exploded in a marvelous fireball.  “YOU BROKE IT! My laptop.”  He tilted his head and blinked, then after almost two minutes he spoke, very differently.
“I apologize for distroying your ‘laptop’.  Before we continue what is your designation?” Not exactly sure what to say about that I looked back down at my broken laptop.  My muddled brain finally realized that by designation he ment my name.  Oh.  “My designation is Mysti.”  He nodded.  “I suppose my designation would be PX22937371110010232 JPN 3345.”  That sounded like a VIN number. This of course made perfect sense, but it was illogical if he wanted to have a name that was useful.  “Well thats fine, but difficult for me to remember, let alone to say.  How about I go with what I called you when you were just a normal car.”  The transformed vehicle squated down  next to me looking. The knee of the left leg lowered till it rested on the ground and the large right arm rested across the still elevated thigh of the other leg.  “I do not recall you calling me anything, but how ever my memory is limited to very recent events.”  I looked up at him.  “Talon.”  The head tilted and for the first time, I noticed he had an actual mouth, with lips, and metallic teeth.  He was actually remarkably detailed in the face.  Small plates over his eyes, moved in syncrononomously to give the impression of a brow furrowed in thought.  His eyes, also highly detailed, glowed.  Not with the angry red of the Deceptacons nor with the kind blue of the Autobots, but with a purple hue.  “You called me Talon? Why?” 
It never crossed my mind why when I looked at my car I thought of the word ‘Talon’.  Talons were powerful, gripping and rending claws on predatory animals or sharp curved knives, It embodied power and grace all in one simple word.  It was deadly and beautiful.  The car had bled that very impression.  From the rubber hugging the 22inch rims to the deep charcol interior.  It oozed sexy sleek beauty.  The computer systems that controled the vehicles every aspect from climate control to braking were second to none.  Deadly accurate stopping to within a micron, Talon was the only word that embodied what this car was, and could be.  Now standing before me was a 17ft tall robotic wonder. Everybit as sleek and beautiful as the original vehicle from which it was born, and now even more deadly. With a thought he could reconfigure the parts in either arm to become a deadly advanced weapon.  All this from a wave of energy thrown off from a box a frantic teenaged boy was carrying. Pulling my mind out of its slow spiral into deep burning questions of the cosmos I looked back at Talon.  “It embodied the impression of the car.”  He nodded, understanding and yet my answer had been so simple.
“I suppose you will want to go join the others and I shall have to find a way home now that I no longer have my own transportation.”  Sighing, I returned what was left of my laptop to its case, slung it and my bag over my shoulder and offered him my hand. “Good luck, I guess.  The ones with the blue eyes will be the ones you want to find first.” I turned and began walking.  It was nearly 200 miles back to Santa Monica.  Behind me the distant sound of brawling alien machines droned on masking the near silent transformation of Talon, back into his vehicular mode.  Out of the corner of my right eye I saw the front end of the Skyline roll up next me, pull ahead and stop.  The driver’s door opened and cut off my path.  “What makes you think I want to get involved in that frackas?  I took the time to download all the possible information on this world, Them,  thier history and what the whole ordeal is about.  Not something i’d like to get involved in.  If its all the same to you, I favor neutrality.  In addition. You purchased me so I belong to you, Sentient or not.  Also it is nearly 200 miles to Santa Monica.”  It took less that a moment to realze that no matter what happened beyond this moment, It was better than trying to hitch hike safely back home.  I climbed into the cockpit of the car and closed the door, pulled on my seatbelt.  A thought crossed my mind.  “So do you drive or Do I?”
As if deciding that my question deserved a reaction rather than an answer her pulled off heading for the interstate.  At the light before the on ramp one of the military personell dealing with the situation rolled to a stop near me.  His voice came through the radio speakers hinted with an urging.  “Place your hand on the steering wheel and guide me onto the interstate, I will take over from there.  These men are scanning for stray alien technology.”
I did as instructed and pulled slowly onto the interstate using my turn signal.  The guy in the humvee, nodded at me and drove off under the over pass as I headed south west.  I drove for nearly 30 minutes before Talon’s voice came through the speakers again.  “You’ve got a death grip on my steering wheel.  Relax.  My long range sensors are as good as any autobots and the humans have nothing so sophisticated.  We are well out of harms way. I have requested that Prime and his Autobots not give away my location.  He has agreed, as long as I am no threat.” Thinking it best that I keep my hands on the steering wheel, pretending I was driving I spoke to him as if I were taking a call on speaker phone.  “What about the red eyed robots?  Won’t they come looking for you also?”  the cabin was silent for nearly 5 minutes until Talon spoke again.  “I considered that difficulty but doubt they would seek me out for 3 reasons. The first is that I have no combat training.  While conversing with Prime, I downloaded historical information about my kind.  I am born to and now native to this world and therefore the quarrel between Megatron and Prime for control of the Cube, which was destroyed approximately 15 minutes ago is not mine.  It gave me life. Second. Being born of native technology gives me the advantage of hiding my existence behind my inferior design and internal parts.  Third, I have learned to use this material your kind calls Carbon Fiber too give any radar the impression that I don’t exist.  Meaning unless i said HEY im over here, they couldn’t find me if they wanted to.” Oh. 
I didn’t say much for a very long time. Talon spoke softly.  “Would you like some music? Or to talk?  You seem preoccupied.”  I looked down at my lap and then out of the window again seeing the sign that said welcome to California.  “It’s been a long day.  I watched giant robots from space destroy a town over possession of a box.  My car, that I saved money for literally YEARS is alive and Im talking to it and all my classwork, half my vacation photos and some other stuff got shot to hell because my laptop blew up.”  Talon merged into the fast lane and accelerated smoothly.  “I really do apologize about your personal computer.  It may interest you to know that when I scanned its hard drive I made a temporary copy of it.  I could restore it to a new hard drive on a new. I am truly sorry.”  I ran my fingertips over his emergency brake.   “You can do that?” The sentient transforming car slide effortlessly onto an off ramp and onto a main street.  “You will have to direct me from this point, or at least give me your home coordinates.”