maybe the ship name will be about guns

Wow, this got long! I guess now might be a good time to tell you I’m writing a fic for the stowaway thing??? This may or may not make it into the final product, we’ll see. 

It was almost thrilling at first, like an intense game of hide and seek. Now you were lost and in constant fear of being found by giant alien robots, the reality of the situation having hit you like a snowball to the face. You were hungry, exhausted, and goodness knew how far away from home. On top of all that, you were sure you getting sick. There was no sunlight here, no gummy vitamins shaped like teddy bears, and your skin had grown hot and dry. You would’ve cried if you weren’t so dehydrated. Frustrated, you threw yourself down on the floor.

“Cyclonus! Look, here they are!” Numbness burst through you. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Now there was a blue and white robot crouching much too close to you, and a dangerous looking purple one approaching. You tried to run but your movements were sluggish. It felt like your brain was lagging. The purple one lifted you with hands like knives.

“It is unwell,” it said in a deep, echoing voice. “We should take it to Ratchet. Come along, Tailgate”

“They aren’t an it, Cyclonus,” the little one- Tailgate?- protested, but followed anxiously.

By the time the robots finally put you down you were nauseous from the journey. Had there been anything in your stomach, you would’ve thrown up. Instead you just whimpered and screwed your eyes shut.

“Primus,” a new voice hissed, and you didn’t have time to wonder what a primus was until something prodded at your lips. It was like something your mother gave your medicine to you in, but larger. And it was filled with water. Blessed, sweet water, more crystal pure that anything you’d ever tasted. You gulped it eagerly.

As abruptly as it came, it went. “Easy there,” murmured the voice who didn’t have a body yet. Things were blurry when you opened your eyes but you were able to make out a reddish-orange boxy shape. “Drift, make yourself useful and comm. Magnus and Megatron. Tell her we’ve found the kid.”

“Rodimus will want to come to,” you glanced over. This one looked like it was made of blades. You wished for more water.


You’d fallen asleep again, and when you woke you were given some bread and more water. It was a feast if you ever saw one. You’d dug in without question. As you ate you watched Boxy-Red-Orange talk with three other bots. One was made of flames, one had skyscrapers for shoulders, and the last one was gray and sad. They kept glancing at you. You chewing slowed as you considered the notion that they might be fattening you up to eat you. The three new bots came up to you.

“I don’t taste good,” you rasped. Flamey laughed and the other two started. Skyscraper leaned down to look you in the eyes.

“We aren’t going to eat you,” the robot said. “We’re going to take care of you. Do you remember how you got on this ship?”

You shook your head.

“Well, that’s okay. We can look into it later. What’s important is that you’re safe,” Sky scraper pointed to itself. “I’m Ultra Magnus, and this is Rodimus and Megatron. They’re captains of the Lost Light, which is the ship you’re on now.”

Megatron? Why did that name sound so familiar? Vaguely, you remembered your father having a discussion with his friends. It was mostly boring and political, and the issue of safety had come up. Your father had mentioned some new kind of “cyber-cone” technology. Days later he’d come home with a new gun you weren’t allowed to touch, then taught your mother how to turn the safety on and off before locking it away. You’re sure somewhere in there Megatron was mentioned. Maybe Megatron made the guns?

“I wanna go home,” you keened. Thinking about your parents made you miss them. The Ultra Magnus bot frowned sympathetically.

“I know, but home is very far away. You need to stay with us until we can get you back to earth,” it-he?- said. Your lip began to quiver. You wanted to go home now.

“How long’s it gonna take?” you whined. Ultra Magnus sighed.

“I don’t know,” he said. “But I promise we will get you home.”