TF: Revolution – Knightingale Flies Again – Chapter 3

Transformers: Revolution – Knightingale Flies Again and All Original Characters are Copyrighted 2017 Tomboyhns Productions. All Rights Reserved. Transformers is a Trademark of Hasbro.

Chapter Three:

The Basics of Being Human

 

She heard shouting behind her. She didn’t stop. She kept running. How useful her alt mode would be about now! She saw more soldiers up ahead wearing black and had more guns. They fired. She jumped around in order to avoid the bullets as she flew past them. She saw a large doorway, leading to a bright light. Her spirits started to lift as she got closer and closer to it. Then, the top of the door started to close in. She panted as she started to slowly get tired, but she kept her pace even though her limbs were aching as though they had been twisted off and put back in reverse order. “I can make it! I can make it!” she thought. With a stroke of luck, she slid underneath the door. She exclaimed in pain as she looked at her body. The skin she had slid on had peeled off. Red liquid started to come out of the wounds. She started hearing heavy vehicles coming closer and closer to her. She got back on her feet and kept running until she got to the gate. The gate was closed, and the noise was getting louder and louder as it got closer and closer. Then, with a mighty heave, she jumped as high as she could and gripped onto the top. She pulled herself up and over. She heard the gatekeeper yelling at her. She landed on the ground and she continued to run, and she wasn’t going to stop until the facility was far away from her.

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Knightingale panted, sweat beating down her face when she finally came across a road. It stretched over the horizon, complete with the sun maraging nonexistent moisture. She sighed in relief to find the road, but also sighed in misery to find the desert was never ending. Is this all this world was? A desert with no water? No life? She groaned. “I escaped…just to die out here?” she cried. She secured the hood over her head, and kept walking.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

“I know you are one of Optimus Prime most trusted soldiers, and I know you know where it is.”

Spark thumping fast…no response.

“You could just tell me where it is, and the pain would end.”

Fast breathing…still no response.

“Fine…maybe this will persuade you.”

A faint image, golden yellow and black. Flashing blue eyes, glitching in and out…groans in pain…

Heart thumping faster…

I don’t know what to do…

“Tell me the location, Autobot, and I’ll let him go”

“Knightingale, don’t!”

No response.

“You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you? Even when you’re comrade’s life on the line, you still refuse to co-operate.”

Any answer was a wrong answer…I don’t know what to do… I don’t know what to do…

Gears whirring…electricity flashing…bloodcurdling scream…then deathly silence.

She screamed. She screamed so loud, her voice went instantly hoarse.

Knightingale shook her head, repressing the memory as she snapped back to reality. She could hear something honking behind her. She turned around to see a vehicle pull up behind her. A young man poked his head out of the window. “You alright, ma’am?” he asked, politely. Kightingale wasn’t expecting him to stop to talk to her. “Wh-what?” she stammered.

“It’s about fifteen miles from the nearest town without any food or water! You headed out somewhere in a hurry?”

Knightingale wasn’t sure how to respond. “W-well, I guess you could say that. I was just walking until I found a town. I was going to plan where to go afterwards.”

The man almost laughed. “Ma’am, I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re not going to get anywhere on foot until tomorrow, and from the way you only have the clothes on your back, I don’t think you’re gonna make it.”

Knightingale bit her lip. She didn’t think about that. She was such in a hurry to get away, she forgot that, being a human, she needed food and water. She wanted to slap herself when she realized she should’ve known she wasn’t a cybertronian. It was also in that moment she realized how exhausted she was. She had been on the road for nearly an entire day, and not once stopped. The man observed her for a moment. Then came the next surprise: “Here, I’ll give you a ride. I need to stop at the next town anyway to get some gas. I’ll drop you off there.” Knightingale’s eyes widened. “Oh, it’s not necessary, I can make it” she replied. The man shook his head. “On judgement day, I do not have the desire to be told that I left a young woman such as yourself to die on the side of the road. I guess what I’m trying to say is that, I want to.” “I…I don’t know what to say…Thank you.”

 

The man gestured to his car. “The door’s unlocked.” Slowly, Knightingale opened the front passenger door, then stopped. The man raised an eyebrow after getting in the driver’s seat. “Is something wrong with the door?” Knightingale shook her head. “No, no, sorry,” then she added in her mind, “So this is what alternate modes look like on the inside.” Cautiously, she slipped inside. “Daddy, who’s this?” She heard a small voice in the back of the car say.

Knightingale turned to look. There was a smaller human in the back! “It’s okay, son. She just needs a little help getting down the road” the man replied, then he asked, “What’s your name, ma’am?” Knightingale didn’t respond for a moment. She didn’t want to say her real name. What if the people from the base find out and come after her? She scrambled to think of another human name, a name she had seen in a book. Finally, she decided the name that would be the first step into her new life:

“Taylor. Taylor Smith.”

“Well, Taylor, my name’s Daniel Witwicky. My son’s name is Jacob. Nice to meet you.”

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Knightingale stood in a testing chamber. Soldiers surrounded her, with extra padded armor. Except rather than fighting her, they were already on the floor, groaning, and even with a couple bleeding noses. She could hear a voice exclaim, “Well done, Nightingale! You’re a lot stronger than we originally anticipated!” Knightingale wasn’t complemented. The steel doors opened, and in came Thomas Morshower. He smiled. “Good job, Gale!” he exclaimed. Knightingale didn’t smile back. Then, her mind wandered for a split second when she heard the name, “Gale.”

“Come on, Knightingale! You can shoot better than that!” Bumblebee laughed. Knightingale groaned, frustrated. “I’m trying as hard as I can! I’m not used to having my arm as a fire weapon!” She snapped. Bumblebee thought for a moment. “Here,” he said as he transformed his hand into his blaster, “try this.” He pointed at the target in front of them, and used his other hand to grip his firearm. “Maybe you need to use both hands.” “Okay” Knightingale said, uncertain. She changed her arm into her blaster, and used her other hand to stabilize it. She pointed her gun at the target, then fired. She hit the target in the red area, and it disappeared. “Nice shot!” exclaimed the instructor. “Th-thank you, sir!” Knightingale turned to Bumblebee and smiled. “Thanks, Bee.” Bumblebee smiled back. “No problem, Gale.”

Thomas picked up quickly she was unhappy and distant. He leaned over to her ear. “Okay, what’s wrong?” Knightingale looked up and whispered. “Can I talk to you? Alone?” she asked. Thomas didn’t respond for a moment. He had other matters he had to attend to. However, he called up to the blackened windows. “Take ten, Doctor. I’m gonna take possession of the patient for a bit.” “Oh, v-very well, Commander.” Thomas gestured to Knightingale. “Come.” Knightingale slowly followed him.

Thomas and Knightingale walked casually town a hallway. The sunlight of mid-day shown through the windows, and over the desert outside. “Okay, now, what’s on your mind?”

Knightingale looked at him, sternly. “Why was I created?”

Thomas was kind of surprised by how blunt she asked. “What kind of a question was that?”

“Because I know your doctors didn’t turn me human simply because you were concerned about my health. I’ve seen how intrusive they are about my intelligence, my agility, my strength.”

Thomas scoffed a little. “Gale, they are only curious-”

Just then, Knightingale snapped, “Don’t. Call me Gale.”

Thomas paused, a bit threatened by her spitting fire at him. “Okay, fine.” He continued in a whisper, “You’re an alien for crying out loud! I mean, if one of us crash landed on your planet, wouldn’t you be at least a tiny bit curious of what they were like?”

Knightingale crossed her arms. “Humans would never be able to ever get to my planet. Besides, the rules of courtesy still apply to even off-worlders.”

There was a moment of silence. Knightingale turned from angry to more firm. “I already know why you created me. You want a weapon. A super weapon. I’ve heard your soldiers talk about it: that you’ll put me on the front lines should the communists attack.” “No, Nightingale, that isn’t why-” Knightingale snapped, “Look me in the eye!” They stopped walking. Knightingale looked up at Thomas, furiously. “Look me in the eye and lie to me!” Thomas stared at her, for a long moment. He kept opening his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Knightingale was right. Thomas was trying to lie to her. She was honestly disappointed in him. She was hoping she could trust him. But now, she realized he was just like them.

As a couple soldiers walked by, Thomas said, “Corporal, please take Ms. Nightingale back to her room.” “Yes sir,” replied one of them, “Ma’am?” Knightingale glared at him, as she sided with the soldiers. As Thomas walked away, Knightingale called, “You humans are all the same! Your curiosity will be your downfall!

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

A few hours later, Knightingale, now known as Taylor, was dropped off at a small town called Las Lunas. Taylor thanked Daniel for the ride, and then she was left on her own again. Now, her next step was to find somewhere where she could get a job and earn some money. Unfortunately, by the time they arrived in Las Lunas, it was getting dark. She had already killed the water bottle and granola bar Daniel was gracious enough to offer her, and she was quickly feeling fatigue all over again. She kept walking until she found herself in a small, more quiet neighborhood. She breathed out a sigh of relief. When Taylor turned back around, she saw a large white sign, which read, “Boarding House. Rooms available. $100 a month,” in front of the lawn of an old, but very large and sturdy built house. Taylor’s spirits slowly started to lift as she stumbled her way up to the door, and knocked. The door opened to a middle aged, black haired woman, with hazel green eyes. Taylor suddenly felt herself collapse under her feet. “Ai, ai! Are you alright, Señorita?” said the woman. Taylor suddenly felt her eyelids get heavy. “I’m sorry…, I’m-I’m sorry, I-” she stammered, “I-I didn’t realize how…How low on energy I was! I…I need nourishment.” “Entras dentro, come inside,” said the woman, “I’ll make you something hot and a sandwich. What’s your name?” “T-Taylor. Taylor Smith.” “Well, Taylor Smith, let’s get you inside. It’s muy frío! Very cold at night!”

“How long had you been walking?” asked the woman (whom Taylor later found out was named “Anna Lopez”).

“Um…A few hours.” Taylor replied.

Anna shook her head in disbelief. “Young ladies should not be walking long distances by themselves, let alone without some la comida y agua!

“I know, I know,” Taylor groaned, “I realized I thought I could persevere longer than I really could. I’m paying for it now, aren’t I?”

There was a moment of silence as Anna watched her closely.

“So, where are you from Señorita?

Taylor shrugged. “Far away. I was…In the army, a long time ago.”

Anna’s eyes lit up when she heard that. “Ah, my husband was in the army. What branch did you serve in? Were you in the army too?”

“Erm…It’s a…very obscure branch. Kind of like a…special missions type branch. Not very many know about it.”

“I see.”

Taylor finished the last drop of her coffee as she put the mug down.

Señorita, do you have any family?” Anna asked, “They must be very worried about you.”

Taylor frowned. “No…No, they’re all gone. All of them. They…died…in a crash. I’m the only one left.”

“Oh, lo siento, I am sorry.”

Taylor’s mind began to wander a little, her past creeping up behind her, feeling the dread of anguish. Everyone she ever cared for…Dead. She was the last Cybertronian in existence, and she wasn’t even a pure one anymore. Then, she shook her head. “But that doesn’t matter now. I have decided I will do everything I can to live a life they would want.” She looked at herself, realizing that in the human caste system, she was definitely on the lower side of things, then she added, “It may take me twenty years, but I will do it.” “That is a noble thought, Señorita Taylor…”

Then, Taylor said, “Thank you so much for your kindness, Señora Lopez. Thank you for letting a stranger into your home, and I know that wasn’t an easy decision to make…, but…Can I ask you for one more favor? I need a place to stay, just for a week. I promise, I’ll stay out of your way and I won’t disturb your other residents.” Anna sat there for a moment, thinking, “You know, normally I wouldn’t allow this, but I get the sense you aren’t the typical drunkards that flail around this late at night. And I can tell you’ve been through a lot. Very well, you are welcome to stay for as long as you need to. It’s the least I can do.” Taylor smiled. “Thank you Señora! Thank you.”

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