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                                  Transformers Rebellion
                                       Brainstorming


The lock hissed at the finger’s that pried into the seams of the door. Particles of dust rushed at the tinted visor that peered into the depths of the lair, a hole gaped at the darkness below.
“Scrubs turn on your lights, I can’t see”
Rubber gloves reached above his head, flipping on the light attachment to his helmet. Grey particles fluttered through the beam of light that sliced the pitch black chamber. The beam ricocheted off the screen of a sensor pad gripped tightly by another pair of rubber padded gloves.  
“Thanks” The other suited individual nodded to Scrub’s, the conversation silenced by a static click.
“-Anything?” A third asked.
The bearded face of a man of two-score years appeared behind the dark visor as he too reached for his helmet lights. The older man floated down beside them, landing with a weightless thump beside the one who held onto the sensor pad, struggling to text through the thickness of her gloves. The light’s slid over the visor of the struggling girl revealing a dark skinned teen no older than sixteen; hazel eyes paying undying attention to the cobalt screen in her rubber hands.
“Yes over 78 bio-signs but they’re very weak,” She looked up, her breath a film that tinted the visor.
“Fuck, so they are alive.” A fourth individual cursed, floating down from the open shaft above the three jar-heads. A faint light traveled to the end of the tunnel, leading to blinking yellow and green lights.  
“Yeah, they are, but they are under cryo so they shouldn't be waking up anytime soon” The Teen muttered, frowning at the other female who decided to join them.
Scrubs dumped the circular metal door; more particles billowed as it settled at his knees. His legs tensed to take a bold dive into the depths of the abyss below until the older man, undoubtedly the captain, placed a firm hand on his chest. An exchange of looks and hand signals followed as the Captain instead took the first dive. Dust wrapped around his form like a wet cloth, his overly suited body descending into the depths with the others trailing down after him.
All four cascaded to the gridded panels that served as stable walkways through the derelict ship. Dust lost its dominance as other items drifted unaffected by gravity. Tools, personal items, and several other unidentified pieces of equipment lagged from either side of the hallway. Scabs of melted metal scored along the sides of the walls, and the Captain took due notice of them.
“Scrubs, stay sharp,and follow from behind,” The Captain ordered charging what looked like a sub-machine pistol. A hiss and a click followed as his rubber hands loaded the gun with masterful precision.
“Wait, Captain my sensor’s read-” The Teen objected hopelessly lunging for the pistol,
His suited arms jerked to his chest with the pistol pointed skyward, the grey machine reflecting across the tinted visor. “Sensors have been known to be incorrect, Molly, It’s just a precaution” He nodded to the abnormal scabs lining the hall.
Molly scrunched her nose behind the visor and let out a drawn out breath before tapping at her pad and proceeding forward with the other four.





The Night preceding,

The Dionysus heeled over to the spray of debris offshore to the moon; belonging to an unnamed planet, its massive body bending towards the unknown. Passing through invisible channels in the maze of space, she wound obediently toward the array of stars spread out like candle lights in chapel halls. Her white wings enveloped the soundless black waves as she continued the voyage through the void.
One of the fourteen moons had passed in front of the suns glamorous blue rays. The space shuttle had made its 10th full orbit around the mysterious planet’s moons. It was well over due for some downtown time aboard the SIS Dionysus, which the overworked mass of 25 plus men and women were resting in their quarters without complaint. Most of them finishing up at their stations or lounging down in the canteen. The halls were emptying out just as one of the youngest of the crew dragged down the corridor. Short sunshine blonde hair drooped down to touch the follicles of her eyelashes. She brushed the hair from her eyes as soon as nimble fingers dialed in the access code to her quarters. Weary eyes made it hard enough to see what was in front of her.
A blue light of a monitor greeted her entering, immediately displaying a list of new messages to file through for the other crew members. Blinking her stinging bloodshot eyes the young teen plopped down on the squeaky hard plastic of the computer chair. Despite the ache in her back and the soreness of her shoulders from a long day of sitting at a communications desk on the upper deck, the young blonde promised herself a good night’s rest and the luxury of sleeping in tomorrow. The plan of silencing the communication link in her quarters induced a wide grin. Reaching across the desk she tapped a silver circular button on the top of a box covered in leather, several holes were punched through the leather. There was a droned hum and beep as the little leather box searched for a signal. The teen turned to the monitor when drumming purred from the box. It was soft, soothing, absolutely nothing similar to the harsh and loud sounds most teenager’s seemed so accustomed to listening to.
The song rang on, and the working young lady continued with transferring the messages through to her fellow crew mates. Until, she came across the familiar name ‘Roy Anderson’. It was addressed directly to him and she knew better not to go snooping into others personal business, especially the captains, but she wondered. “Are they calling us back home?” “Is it finally time for Shore leave?” “Do have a new mission…”
Trembling fingertips opened the message before her conscience caught up with her. She had to read it, had to find out if they were going home finally after the drooling 23 months of finding just a bug.
My Husband,
It's been years since I last seen or talked with you; at least it feels like years. It won’t be long until Jonathan arrives, I’m certain my grandfather would’ve approved the name if he were still with us. The doctor’s say it should time very soon I only hope u will be home when the time comes…
Which I must ask, how much longer is Icarius going to have you wander through the galaxy? How much longer are you going to be gone from me, from your son?-
A hand cupped over her gaping lips, she had definantly read more than she intended. The Guilt caught up with her as she hastily transferred the message, erasing any traces that it had been read before reaching the captain.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit”
-Was all the teen could muster, her hands grabbed a handful of her hair. An alarming bleep from the communication link made her spring out of her chair.
 Calming her labored breath she jammed her index finger into the communications link, installed into the metallic desk. Another hand turned off the in-box still displayed on her monitor.
“Yes?”
She questioned, bobbing her knee violently into the underbelly of her desk.
“This is Dr. Weilan I need you down at the med bay Ms. Molly; you’re due for your weekly check up.” A gruff, mild English accent emitted from the com. link. “And don’t try to skip it again I’m tired of asking Tessandra to run a bio-scan for you.”
The communication link was cut off before another word on Molly’s end could be exchanged.  
She hated shots, anything that was relative to an injection Molly loathed. Sighing she lifted herself from her office chair, ruffling her hair, her heart pounding, and the reoccurring thought of an injection made her stomach woozy. Molly cleared her throat, an attempt to drain her mind of the guilt from reading that message, and dragged herself to the bed only a few inches from her desk.
The letter influenced her eyes to fall upon the picture of her mother, and her sister. How long would it be before they too question the length of her departure? Draining her doubts she returned to her examination of the room.
Quarters were small but Molly couldn’t expect the captain’s cabin. Beside’s she’d seen how Captain Anderson kept his quarters. Weapons and tags, anything that dealt with his days in Special ops and previous marine service were plastered on the walls. The same Nauseating song, that Molly couldn’t recall the name, always echoed throughout his chambers.  Above all was the stench of the strong male odor that permeated the room, Roy wasn’t unhygienic, it was just he’s lived in those quarters so long it began to smell like him.
Molly’s quarters were conveniently placed across from Dr. Weilan’s med bay. It became old waking up to a Britt with whiskey breath, not excluding how he smelled like bottled up farts.  
“Seems to be the life for me” she thought, pausing to look out into space from the oval shaped “window” in her room.

This morning’s encounter was just the same, Dr. Weilan walked back from an early breakfast with a tiny tin canister in one hand and a Data pad in the other. He nodded to Molly, in return she presented her trademark dope smile, just waving, only waving. One day Molly would tell him what she thought of him, one day. This morning’s brief encounter became familiar once more as she crawled out of her quarters hopefully for the last time today. Molly walked down the same dull white hall way, to the same rustic sliding door with the large sign at the top that announced “Med-Bay” in big glowing red letters.
Her rubber shoes thumped along the gridded metal floors, the electrical conduits traveling beneath her feet were visible through the cracks.  Joe Kerr had to fix some of these conduits once, there was a malfunction in the systems and molly got to experience one of his “pep talks”. He could go on talking for days and never get any work done, so what was supposed to be a five minute job dragged on for two hours.
Molly’s traveling feet halted at the door just outside Dr. Weilan’s medical quarters, she was too tired to run off like last time, Weilan must have gotten smarter or sober. She pressed all four fingers against the sliding door, peering to the side to look through the window on her right. Her intent was to snatch a peek at the bug creature they collected from the planet recently. If there was any other reason to come to Dr. Weilan’s med bay it would be only that. Problem was, Molly couldn’t see beyond the first counter in the room, due to the orange haze that lingered there. The orange haze always smelled of an awful citrus that had sat out on a kitchen counter for too long. They really need to change their sanitation sprays preferrably ones that don't permiate the room with bad smells and a hazey orange fog.

From what she could see though was Dr. Weilan’s collection of human organs on the counter (she felt this afternoon’s protein ration’s linger in her throat) and also vials of strange, colored liquids that Molly couldn’t possibly understand the use for.
“Ahem.”
Molly sprung from her crouch and twirled around to see another member of the crew. One she actually prayed one day she would never have to encounter alone, Mikkel Miller. He was a scientist and unfortunately always tried to find time to examine Molly. To Mikkel she was unlike others on the crew: a living walking mutation of human genomes. Instinct told her he was dangerous, all the more reason to run into Dr. Weilan’s office despite how much she hated him. At least he wouldn’t try to dissect her.
“Good evening Molly”
She didn’t reply, more like she couldn’t, her tongue latched to the back of her throat and twisted into a knot. Her face, frozen, like a expressionless stone wall as she stared at the four eyed menace that loomed a few inches above her wild curls. The oxygen in the room seemed to shrink as she held her breath under Mikkel’s shadow-
“Molly, I must inform you, you’re in my way” Mikkel interrupted Molly’s ogling, brushing the barely 120 pound girl out of his way.
She stumbled to the side, almost relieved that he wasn’t here on her terms. A gust of air released from her expanded chest, as the older man passed through the doors.
‘Mooncalf’ her curled ear detected the word under the mumbled breath of the two score individual as he passed by. Registering the word in her null mind she remembered her purpose of coming to sick bay. Following Mikkel’s footsteps ensuring she wouldn’t become lost in her stupefied state.
A pig squeal ripped behind pale curtains and the grinding of floor and plating traveled down the halls. She cupped her ears, her teeth milled together in response to the loud outburst. The racket continued but molly proceeded onwards.
“So good you decided to come of your own will” The Doctor spoke up, “Sit”
His hand stretched to the patient’s bed by the monitor, white crinkled paper layered the cracked blue cushion. Molly hated the noise the white paper made as she laid upon it, the paper crunched beneath her weight and she cringed at the sound, not wanting to get comfortable Molly waited for Dr.Weilan. Propping herself on her elbows and twisting her body in an attempt to levitate above the white crinkled rag.
“How was last week’s treatment, any change?” He asked finally facing her with the dreaded needle.
‘If you expect me to say that I was cured, I’ll have to disappoint you’ She thought but only murmured, “No, nothing”
She bunched her lean arms closer to her sides when Dr. Weilan reached for them, needle in the other hand. The clear liquid swished to the sides of its small container leaving trails on the walls of the vial. The Doctor grunted displeased by her flinch, and grabbed her arm anyways extending it full length and dragging her body forward with it.
“It’s only a needle Ms. Murno, please learn to deal with it” He scolded, pressing the needle into her flesh.
It broke the skin on the palm of her hand; the pain soared to the tips of her fingers and burned. She mewled at the pain shaking like a leaf, knowing that this wasn’t over. Not even the chalkboard scraping screams from behind the curtain compared to the pain she experienced now. Dr. Weilan removed the needle and replaced the used one with a cleaner one. Swabbing  the pale red droplet that collected in her hand. The process continued, but not just in her palm. The needle pricked her neck and chest, and finally-
“Lift your shirt” He ordered, as if the tears in her eyes weren’t embarrassing enough. Molly wiped her eyes before gripping the back of her shirt and dragging it forward.
“Still there, “He mused, the words empty to Molly.
“Let me see” Mikkel spoke, “If you don’t mind Ms. Murno” He rose from the cage, still no squeals made it beyond the bars but, she could hear the scrabbling feet of the insect inside. The skittering claws upon on metal pressured her to scream at the beast inside that awful cage; she wanted to silence it to have some peace in the hell she was in. Dr. Weilan gave Mikkel a glare but whispered the question again to Molly. She didn’t have time to refuse once Mikkel had come shoulder to shoulder with the older man.
“Remarkable, scales” He breathed and grinned, touching her back, she jumped half flinched from Mikkels’ fingers. The needle work had been completed she had no more reason to stay. The quick escape from his fingers had unexpectedly sliced Mikkel’s index finger, crimson liquid poured from the wound.
"Remarkable, scales" He breathed and grinned, touching her back which caused molly to jump down from her seat. The needle work had been completed she had no more reason to stay. The quick escape from his fingers had unexpectedly sliced Mikkel's index finger, crimson liquid poured from the wound.
"-And sharp," Mikkel stated as he slid the bleeding appendage into his mouth to clean the blood. " Some tests should be run on this one, absolutely remarkable, i can only imagine-"

“My patients are not lab rats, Mr. Miller you should do well to remember that! Dr. Weilan warned pointing the blunt end of the needle on the scientist.

Molly jogged out the door soon blocking out the Doctor's further accusations to the scientist. She rubbed her palm, still stinging as her finger tips grazed across the punctured skin. Bastard, fucking bastard, Molly wanted to scream and swing punches at the walls,
'How dare he think of me as just this thing to run tests on?'
He was just like the others; he's no different than the scientists on earth. She wiped her wet face, she had to think about something different. The medicine would soon kick in and she learned a good while ago that food tended to help absorb most of it. Molly trudged down the corridors that lead to the canteen. She realized then that she hadn't given herself the time to peer into the cage of the creature. Molly had very much wanted to see it again, she was stupid to believe that there would be other races out there that actually could talk. Half the creatures or rocks they encountered so far didn't talk so what’s the use for a translator if they don't come across any new languages? Molly's mind wandered through to the appearance of the creature, how very different it was to the insects she knew on her planet. It was something she would never forget, how it looked, Three piercing white eyes with pale colored plating, weird tentacles. She liked the eyes the most.
Here is what i have done, or at least one of the few things I've worked on for this series. Sadly there isn't much most of this is rambling and probably utterly boring but i figured i would share it to those who might take interest in my rabble. This is sort of a short excerpt into one of the characters background BEFORE she is featured in the preview. So none of this is really going to be explained in such depth during the comic since it is "unimportant" information and more like insider look into what happened before the event's in the comic. Disclaimer...this is long, and may seem boring so if you don't want to read it don't do it XD. Eitherway enjoy all!

Moonpool
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