THE TOURNAMENT
The game store was abuzz. Rumor had it that the girl who was showing her skill was a master hacker, other rumors said she was just cheating, but some people were saying she was just that good. The game store owner and management were watching her every move.
She wasn't cheating. But she was handing those who were their hides on silver platters.
A smirk graced her face, some swore that her faux wolf tail wagged ever-so-slightly when she was winning a fight. A young brown-haired boy in a teal jacket entered the store, and looked at the screen on which the battle was taking place.
"Whoa," he said, "Who is she?"
"People call her Wolfie. You can see why," the guy behind the counter said, a smirk on his face. She loved video games, people would flock to the store to watch her play, thus attracting customers to the store who hoped to one day be able to at least try to beat her and have a chance.
A chorus of voices and cheers and shouts erupted louder than before as she beat the final competitor. She stood up and took a bow. The people chanted her nickname as though she had just won an NBA game all on her own.
"Alright, alright," she began, her face sporting a triumphant smirk, "I have to go now, so-" a chorus of upset and disappointed sounds inrurrupted her "-Relax, relax, I'll be back tomorrow, like the usual. I have music and movies to go buy, and then I'm watching Hellboy at home alone. Got it? Good. Now see ya tomorrow, Marshmallows!"
While saying this, she had been forcing her way towards the door, and as she practically screamed "See ya tomorrow, Marshmallows!" She threw open the door and bolted out of it, her backpack bouncing against her back as she ran. She stopped halfway down the street and put in earbuds as she turned on "Freakshow" by Skillet at full-blast and pocketed the player before resuming her mad dash to the music store.
Strongarm looked around, "Strongarm to Fix-it, nothing to report. Looks like your Decepticon signal was a-" She cut herself off mid-sentence.
In the clearing in front of her was a jet, landed, covered in decals of flames upon black and army green plating, and the pitch black wings each proudly decorated in opposing insignias. The one on the jet's left wing was a green Autobot insignia, and on the other wing flared a matching Decepticon one. She was frozen. She was too startled to respond to the minicon beginning to panic as he tried to get her attention.
She was about to answer when she heard a rustling from the trees and foliage. Strongarm quickly ducked away behind a thick tree and answered the panicky minicon, quietly, and asked him who she was looking at. But as the femme had hidden, a small human strutted up to the..... Autocon? Deceptibot? She mused..... and the girl dropped her backpack on the ground. The girl looked suspiciously like the jet, her clothes matched it's color scheme almost perfectly. The girl vanished. The flame-decaled jet transformed into a fairly tall seeker, except, she had the tail, audials, and muzzle of a Wolfticon.
The femme leaned down, picked up the backpack, put it in her subspace, and stretched.
"Hands in the air, Decepticon!"
The Wolfticon's...... Seeker's........ whatever's........ frame tensed in surprise before she turned on her heels slowly and looked at the white and blue officer with a cocked helm and curious expression. She had thought she was alone. She also hadn't expected to have a blaster pointed at her today.
"I said, 'Hands in the air'!" She repeated.
"Who are you?" The femme finally asked after a long pause.
"I am Cadet Strongarm, of the Kaon C-"
"Lemme stop ya there, Lawgirl," the Wolfticon seeker cut her off, ignoring the agitated shout of "Lawgirl!", "If you think you can get me to come along quiet, you got another thing coming. I'm Airwolf, not know who I am? "
There was a long pause.
"No............."
"Wow. You live under a rock the whole war? Don't answer that. Waitaminute... Why the frag do you smell like Bumblebee?"
"What?"
"You heard me. Why do you smell like you spend a lot of time around Bumblebee?!" The femme growled an impatient wolfish growl.
"The Lieutenant is my team's leader....." the law officer stuttered slightly.
"Hmpf, so Babblebeep got his own team, huh?" She whispered to herself, then turned back to Strongarm. "Take me to him. No cuffs, no blasters, and I'll keep my claws and fangs and stilettos to myself. That work for you, Lawgirl?"
The white femme stared the Wolfticon/Seeker femme down for several minutes, before giving her a quiet nod and comming Fix-it to inform him of the fugitive, who politely listened in on the comm chatter as the minicon read out her rap sheet.
This femme, although only 14 vorns old, was deadly. A mercenary, who took whatever jobs she could get, had friends on both sides of the war, daughter of the mighty Decepticon Skyquake and a Wolfticon who's name was not given, could use just about anything as a weapon, held no true respect for anyone, her sanity was questionable, and she followed something called the "Striker Code" with unwavering determination and devotion.
"Wow, for a femme who's only 14 you sure get around," Strongarm commented. "What was in that backpack? And why do you have a holoform?"
"I have a holoform because I had to hide on this planet before they had vehicles because I first crash landed here before Christopher Columbus 'discovered' the Americas. In the backpack are video games, movies, and music. I would succumb to the real crazy if I didn't have these."
"Follow me, and don't you dare try anything, got it?"
"Got it, Lawgirl."