Media Ghost AU
LOST LIGHT X GN HUMAN READER !!
Part One
Humans, humans were everywhere! Supposedly, no one had yet to actually spot one of the smaller organic life forms since Brainstorm’s mass distributor had ended up smoking up the hallway. Reported by rather concerned crewmates to Ultra Magnus, which in Rodimus’ own words, ‘was how you know it’s bad’.
Red lights blared noisily within their shared laboratory as fuel ran empty, multiple large cited life forms were now transported onto the Lost Light. Somewhere amongst bigger unsuspecting creatures who were destined to squash one of their unexpected guests. A race against time, especially since Ratchet said some might not be able to breathe so deep into space. If not humans, other organic creatures to run amuck. Confused, scared, with absolutely no way home.
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At first you heard crying, a light headed buzz that forced eyes to squint in pain as hands met tough smooth metal. Chills sent like fireworks through every coursing vein, vision blurred pounding in equal thump of your racing heart. Screeching morse coded lines of pain against bruised ribs, the blood that once trickled down your face — solidified now on your chin, from where you had first fallen. Only flaked incessantly in the frigid space.
There were other people, a man in business attire yipping his thoughts to a congregated group, curled against a thick iron wall, a teen wearing an unknown school uniform was sobbing into her open palms. Muttering over and over how this couldn’t be real, a mantra in wishes to rid herself of the predicament they all shared. As your hearing finally returned back from a distant land of washy static, words began to bend into place.
“I’m telling you, it’s those damn alien creatures again! Haven’t seen any major activity in a couple years and suddenly they’re abducting people!” Face red, slicken by a cool sweat and jittery hands which failed to hide his increasing rage, a careful mixture of dread creeping up to devour him whole. “Remember what happened in New York, they overtook Earth for a year! Causing all sorts of havoc globally!” Joints clicked as you slowly rose from the floor, an outlined imprint of soot lingering between defensive plating and organic skin. Unbalanced like a newly born fawn, tripping over nothing before catching extended hands on a wall.
More than just a handful of people, scanning every cluttered corner, dysfunctional squabble co-existing with advanced technology and large platinum shipping containers. Some sort of storage room, towering crates reaching twice your own height and more. “Worse is when the governments started working with the damn robots.” Each step accompanied a pang of burning soreness stabbing like pin needles into your ankle, swollen over like a sprain.
“They want us to accept Decepticons! After everything they’ve done to us? That they can live along us like all that history doesn’t exist.” Someone spoke from within the growing mob of angered conforming individuals, pooling together on a thin ideal that this chaos was made up of extraterrestrial interference, mingled like prideful fools unable to understand the true issue. They had no clue where they were, nor a way to get back to personal locations.
“You know, I lived in Jasper, Nevada when it was taken over. My family had to evacuate!” A sudden wave of nausea rammed into you with enough force to knock over a ten ton truck. Fingers shakily landing atop the younger girl’s head, a momentary blip in body wrecking cries when glittery brown hues landed on your own exhausted countenance. No doubt, she was the youngest here, at least from the twenty or so strangers you had taken into account. “Come on…” Vocal cords stung with every word, punishment for over exertion.
“Crying here all by yourself isn’t going to help you…” Maybe the disorientation was enough to calm imploding nerves, or maybe the adrenaline currently spoiling to custard within your gut was overpowering every other function. Hearing a pack of grown adults spit words like Cybertronians, Decepticons, Autobot! With such vigorous promise was almost comedic if not utterly stupid. Couldn’t they realize the reality of it all? Locked away in some metal box shouting about a long grown toy line wasn’t helping anyone, especially not the smaller cut off duos blessing themselves for comfort.
Luckily, the smaller teen was able enough to support your lent body weight, applying tiny bouts of pressure to the left heel like an abandoned dog begging for scrapes. “Enough complaining.” A rare bout of silence amidst the fear mongering union made even your raspy dry demand echo symbolically. “I don’t know why you guys are on about aliens and robots, and some damn Hashbros figure set, but before this devolves further. Can we please try and find what brought us here?” Enough mangy plea to quiet down the rowdy bunch, even their cross armed head who now centered aggressive focus on your own defeated frame. “What were you doing before you were brought here? I’ll go first, I was at the grocery store.” Nails dug against your temple, skin prickled into goosebumps. Like simple recollection was a painful act.“I was looking at my shopping list and then— boom. Brought here.”
Tear stained cheeks and bulging eyes, a hollowed out man emerged from the click, nervous and paranoid looking over his shoulder before sheepishly turning back, the gazes of other acid on his fragile skin. “I was at home, on the couch, after lunch, alone, in the dark, some tv broadcast was on…”
Hands rubbed together and an audible gulp caused even the shadiest of personnel to change their stance. “There… there was some broadcast about alien robots wakin’ up in a spaceship lodged in Oregon…” All of it was strange, how they hung on to the idea of creatures, pure fiction of the mind, being the cause of the suddenly warped universe. ‘But I guess that being teleported to who knows where isn’t exactly the most genius idea ever.’
Stressed and on the verge of your own breakdown, at least you could humor the masses before another crashing lull caved out of their sensitive gatherings. “You think that the Autobot or Decepticon factions, who have been fighting a war against each other for four million years, suddenly kidnapped what, twenty humans— twenty three? And for what? Do you think Megatron or Optimus Prime are interested in our biology?” Their outspoken ring leader chimed back, as if your statement had been a personal attack on his very wit. “Jesus Christ can you stop being so damn daft! Of course it was those fucking creatures that brought us here! They apparently haven’t caused enough trouble for all of us—”
Impressively designed shuttle doors clicked open, sliding with an effortless grace only seen in machinery or ballet dancers. Looming above, impressively imposing, a living being, words distorted dials of clicks strung like music where every tick sounded another chirp.
Not even you had a smart remark to issue, another onlooker in the conglomerate of eyes now solely focused peering up at steel horns, massive swords at either side, resting almost peacefully on his hips. As if a single move couldn’t end with them popping like a water balloon in the palms of a curious toddler. Stunned by the sudden alluring dazzle of raised ceiling, the others' complaints seemed a lot more feasible now.