Disclaimer: I do not own any form of the Transformers brand (though I desperately wish I did). This FanFiction is for entertainment purposes only and is in no way, shape or form related to the creators of Transformers. All of the OC characters (Other than Gir) were created by my friends and belong to them. The original Character 'Gir' from Invader Zim also doesn't belong to me (Not yet at least). All brand names, books, movies, and music referred to in this FanFiction belong to their respective owners. I OWN NOTHING BUT MY UNDERWEAR!

Warning: Contains mild swearing, extreme randomness, and later on highly suggestive and inappropriate themes and comments made by characters. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter One: Meet the most random randoms you will ever randomly meet Randomly!

Gir's POV

Screaming and yelling.

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Not two things normal people wake up to.

Then again normal people aren't secret assassins, in a secret organisation, who fall asleep on a secret couch, in a secret base, in a secret underground location of supreme secrecy! Did I mention we're a secret? So don't tell anyone else cause SHHH it's a secret! If you did, I'd have to kill you...SECRETLY!

Now, back to the screaming and yelling, or at least, the sources of the noises.

I groaned softly, screwing my eyes shut and curling up into a ball, my arms over my head. This did little to block out the noise of my friends being…well, my friends.

Rosemarie 'Rose' Prince and Elijah October

AKA, Royal and Halloween, respectively; two of thirteen members –including myself- who make up our rather small but successful organisation. Organisation XIII! (No we did not steal that from Kingdom Hearts! *shifty eyes* Okay maybe we did). I didn't need to open my eyes to know that Halloween had done something again; seriously, that girl just could not keep out of trouble. At 15 and the youngest of our group she was accident prone to the point where almost anything she touched she broke. As our hand to hand combat expert that 'break anything she touched' rule also applies to people and you've never seen Sai wielding until you've seen Halloween.

Royal on the other hand was one of the more mature (If you can call it that) members of the group and was usually the first to start yelling at Halloween as it was generally her stuff that got broken. Well, hers or mine anyways. Who am I? My name is Emirian Dright but all my friends call me Gir cause I'm crazy as all get out…though most of us are. A secondary part of that is because I work so well with technology that some of my friends are convinced I'm from outer space. I groaned, hoping that the pair in the room with me would take a hint and shut up. It never worked but hey, it was worth a shot. As usual, my groan was drowned out by the yelling.

"Why? WHY? This is the third time this week that you've broken my phone! I didn't even know that was possible!" Royal was yelling. Halloween was possibly the only person who could make the brains lose her cool.

"I said I was sorry! I didn't mean to! Besides, Gir can fix it in a few minutes if you challenge her!" the shorter girl retorted.

"That's not the point; you shouldn't even be touching my stuff to begin with!"

I groaned again and sat up "Both of you shut up, I was up all night and I don't need this right now. Halloween, don't touch Royal's stuff, Royal chill girl I can fix your phone," I said to the two with a tired smile. I wasn't normally the one who made peace, that was the job of Wraith and Grim, but I did step in every now and again when the ninjas were not around…or so we thought anyways, they're not called ninjas for no reason.

The pair of girls shared a look, Halloween smiling brightly at me while Royal nodded as her calm demeanour returned to her.

Halloween had short, spikey pale blonde hair which she gelled up to be even spikier. Her eyes were ice blue, sharp, and cheeky which stood out against her pale skin to absolutely complete her 'small and cheeky trouble-maker' appearance. Her body was quite modest with only a few curves here and there. She was wearing baggy camo pants with chains hanging from the belt loops, an orange crop top, a black leather jacket that ended at the back of her knees which was open, and black and white converse. She had a large silver 'X' on the right side of her chest on the jacket, the Roman numeral for 10 which was her 'number'. At 147cm tall and 15 years old she was the shortest and youngest member of our group and so was often seen as the little sister, much to her annoyance.

Royal on the other hand was 17 years old and the third tallest at 180cm with a rather curvy figure to boot. Her straight raven black hair with hot pink streaks fell past her shoulders with her fringe pulled back. Her almond green eyes were bright and intelligent, always moving from place to place, taking in information at an incredible speed. She wore a sleeveless and collared school styled shirt which was pale pink in colour and showed a rather modest amount of cleavage (Is there such a thing?). She wore black leggings, black fingerless gloves with silver studs around the wrists and black ankle boots with silver studs around the top and a 3 cm heel. Her black chocker was likewise studded with a Rose Quartz crescent moon hanging from it and matching Rose Quartz crescent moon earrings. Despite not being of the legal age Royal sported three tattoos all done in plain black; on her right calf was the word 'Severus', on her upper left arm is the word 'Fortis', and under her left eyes was 'VII', the roman numeral for 7.

Despite their squabbles and differences, like all members of our team these two would die trying to safe one another.

"So~?" Halloween started, her fun-loving smirk coming to her lips as she spoke in the same tone one would use when asking a friend about their boyfriend. "How's your little project?"

I rolled me eyes at her "It's done I think. Everything is in place and looking green. I wouldn't be surprised if I fired it up later and it was working without any kinks," I replied with a smile. I'd been working on this project for months now, working out everything that needed to be done and tinkering with ideas. Problems had popped up every day and sometimes it just felt like I was going backwards all the time. But now, I was so close to calling it operational.

"Don't leave it until too late if you plan on doing so today, it's already 5 O'clock and you need a good night's rest for once," Royal told me in a very matter-of-fact tone, wagging her finger slightly as she did. I don't think she knew that she did that, but no one has ever pointed it out to her so who knows. I rubbed my eyes…well, my right eye anyway. My left eye has a long scar running over it, extending a centimetre above and below the eye itself. I'm also blind in that eye. I don't mind though, I was too young to remember what happened and my brain trained itself to have correct depth perception with only my right eye.

Royal got that look on her face, the same concerned one that a mother gets when their child is hurt; and she wonders why we often joke call her 'Mama' or 'Mummy'.

"You alright there Gir?" she asked.

I laughed lightly and smiled at the pair of girls before falling to the ground, rolling around on the floor. "Oh the pain! Oh the pain!" I called out over and over again in a rather over exaggerated manner. Though almost everything my friends and I did was over exaggerated. The result was Royal and Halloween laughing, which in turn got me laughing. Good thing I was on the floor, laughing like I was I would have fallen for real from it. It took a few moments and lots of deep breathes before we finally stopped laughing, even then we still had short bouts of giggles.

"What's going on in here?"

I lifted my head and grinned at the towering figure above me. Roman numeral 'I' or number one, the tallest member of our group at 193cm tall, and nicknamed the Grim Reaper, Scarlet Hart was head of Organisation XIII and our fearless leader.

Grim -for short- had a flawless complexion and was impossibly pale for any normal person thanks to being an albino. Her hair was snowy white and fell straight to shoulders with a high side ponytail on the left side and a side fringe that hid part of her right eye. Her eyes were bright red and could either be as bright as rubies or as dark as blood, it really all depended upon her mood. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a silver lightning bolt and ACDC written in red across her chest. She had on a pair of red skinny jeans, a crooked black belt with studs, black converse, and around her neck was a dark purple choker with a silver I hanging off it.

I quickly scrambled to my feet and, without the proper run up required for a glomp, hugged Grim tightly.

"Grim's back!" I shouted.

Grim's POV

I drove down the tunnel hidden by a fake wall which led to the underground base that Organisation XIII, my Organisation XIII, lived in. At 18 and 3 months I wasn't technically the oldest but I considered myself as such. Gir was 18 and 10 months and looked it but she acted so much younger and more innocent. Until you got her angry, that was just plain freaky, especially when compared to her happy, cheerful, and normally optimistic attitude. I parked with the other vehicles the Organisation had either commandeered or built, getting out and heading further into the base. There were two levels to our base. The top held the bedrooms, a common room with kitchen, food storage, freezer, bathrooms, gym, and games room. The second level held the training rooms, testing facilities, weapon rooms, Gir's Workshop, Gir's Med Bay, Electra's Studio, Hawkeye's Lab, and many other rooms which were…unmentionable. Needless to say, our base was huge and one could easily get lost if they didn't know where they were going.

As I walked down the hallway I heard the sound of laughter. I paused and tilted my head to the side, trying to determine where it was coming from and who it belonged too. I discovered that it was not one but three different people and I smiled faintly, despite who we were and what we did, my friends and I knew how to have fun. I turned down a hallway, heading towards the common room. I poked my head through the door and saw two people standing -Halloween and Royal- and one person on the ground -Gir-, all of whom were laughing.

I stepped into the room and raised my eyebrow, smile forming on my lips as they finally got themselves under control.

"What's going on in here?"

I was surprised, though I really shouldn't have been, when I was suddenly attacked by Gir. I nearly stumbled back and grinned as she shouted that I was back. I hugged the cheerful girl back and laughed, gently pushing her off me.

"Yes I'm back," I said, shaking my head slightly as I looked at the technically older girl.

Gir was, in a word, beautiful but with her innocent expression and silly nature she diminished this slightly and made herself look childish. Her skin was fair and dusted with freckles, making her both her crystal blue eye and her blind, milky purple-blue eye stand out heaps. Her figure was well above average and well proportioned; I'd caught boys staring at her more than once with their mouths open. Her hair was an orangey-red that she insisted was auburn though her fringe as undisputedly black; her hair fell mainly straight down to her knees. She was wearing black skinny jeans with gold zippers across the thighs, the left side was unzipped and the pant leg below it was missing. Over it she had two criss-crossing belts, a light grey one and a red one with a gold 'V' on it. Her deep green top has bell shaped sleeves, hung well off her shoulders and showed off most of her midriff. She was also wearing aqua converse and black gloves.

The older girl poked her tongue out slightly, perfectly imitating the cartoon character she was named after, making me laugh again at the resemblance.

"You're a nut Gir," I stated

"No, I'm a waffle," came the reply without a pause. I blinked twice and grinned.

"How was your 'trip'?" Halloween asked from where she was standing, grin on her face as well.

"Gah! Boring," I stated, throwing my hands up into the air dramatically and sending the three others into another laughing fit. "The traffic was simply dreadful, the hair dresser got my hair all wrong, the apartment I stayed in was falling apart, and not a single boy paid me any attention. T'was simply dreadful!" I continued with a huff in a posh accent, not giving the three a chance to stop laughing any time soon.

Royal was the first person to finally stop laughing with much difficulty and slowly the other two followed suit.

"What happened?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the soft voice to my left. The short screams from the other three informed me that I was not the only one taken by surprise. I turned to the culprit with a scowl

"Wraith, seriously. A little warning next time perhaps?" I said, raising my eyebrow.

16 years old and roman numeral IX (9) Katy Jacko AKA Wraith was one of the 'middle children' of the group. Neither tall nor short, overly developed nor under developed, and able to move without being seen or heard without really trying, she certainly did resemble a ghost sometimes. Often described as being a ninja, Wraith showed very little open emotion and so was considered to be the most mature of the group. Her skin was fair, her hair ebony black which fell wavy past her shoulders. Her face was framed by a single purple streak, and a single blue streak. Her eyes were a natural but unusual shade of purple, framed by dark eyelashes which made her look very mysterious. She was wearing a brown leather jacket which reached just past her bust, a sleeveless lavender shirt which hugged her figure and came down past her hips, black tights, and grey and black flats. She had on a dark brown, high waisted belt and a black choker around her neck like my own though rather than hanging off the choker, her number -IX- was stitched onto it instead.

"Sorry Grim, I can't help it," the teen said with shrug of her slim shoulders.

"The ninja strikes again!" Halloween shouted.

I shook my head once more and turned to the currently assembled members with a faint smile which was soon replaced by the faintest of frowns.

"Where are Electra and Hawkeye?" I asked. When those two weren't around the main group I couldn't help but get worried. Hawkeye was our scientist and was fond of doing…unethical things in her Lab, some of which made even me cringe. As such I tried to keep her out of there as much as possible by giving her things to do. Electra was less of a worry but as a prank master I couldn't help but get shifty at the thought of her booby trapping the base like she did the last time I went away.

"I was with Electra just before I came up here; she's in her Studio playing covers of rock songs on Aloysius," Royal said with a smile, knowing exactly why I was asking. Aloysius was Electra's black electric guitar with white stars and a huge white lightning bolt on it. She loved that thing like people loved their pets. I'd never caught her doing it but I was sure she talked to it as well.

"What about Hawkeye?" I asked, raising an eyebrow

"She's doing me a favour. She's creating a transient metal for patching up my machinery while I make proper covers. It's going to be self-adhesive but still able to be pulled off quite easily for when I've finished the covers," Gir said. I nodded, only understanding half of what the older teen said. We each had our own specialities within the Organisation; Electra was a weapons manufacturer, Gir was our inventor, mechanic and our medic, Hawkeye was our scientist, who sometimes helped Gir in the Med Bay due to her knowledge of the human body, Royal was our resident genius who was queen of languages, super book smart and a hacker to boot, Wraith was our ninja who could out-do a government spy in stealth any day with her eyes closed, and Halloween was our hand to hand combat specialist and also didn't do too badly with small melee weaponry. These weren't all of us, but the other members were halfway around the world on a long term assignment.

I was the leader; my main skills lay in keeping the group together and organising every mission we did, as well as most of the stuff we did in the base.

I winced slightly at the sound of an electric guitar being strummed at full volume right behind me and turned around to see my second in command standing there pulling a pose like a rock star, Aloysius strung over her shoulder and strings stills humming.

"Hey there Grim, like my solo?" the teen asked with a wide grin, her teeth white against her skin.

Vera, AKA Electra was number 2 (II) and my right hand girl. She was the seconds tallest at 191cm, a mere 2cm shorter than me. She was rather undeveloped and had a little too much weight but it wasn't that noticeable and the wide grin certainly made it harder to notice. Electra was dark skinned, almost black in fact, only her boy short jet black hair showed that her skin wasn't fully black. Her eyes were also dark brown and sparkled with mischief almost every second of the day. She was wearing olive coloured shorts that were ripped at the base, a teal coloured singlet, a blue t-shirt over the top which had 'Scary' written in black across her chest and was ripped around the base which barely came down past her chest. On her feet was a pair of blue thongs with white poka-dots. Around her left wrist was a thick gold bangle with a 'II' charm hanging off it.

"Lovely, my ears are bleeding from awesomeness," I stated with a smirk, causing Electra to poke her tongue out at me. "Pull any pranks lately?" I asked.

"Surprisingly no, I've been too busy shredding out awesomeness on Aloysius," Electra said, strumming her guitar again, though not as loudly as before. She glanced around the room. "I know Hawkeye's in her mad science lab but where's Halloween at?" she asked curiously.

I frowned. "She's right…here…" I trailed off as I glanced around the common room, finding that much to my dismay and horror that Halloween was not there. That girl could not keep herself out of trouble no matter how hard she tried. I looked to Gir sharply. "Is your Workshop locked?"

Gir's eyes widened

"No," she whimpered. Of all the things Halloween loved to do, raiding Gir's Workshop for new gadgets was one of her favourites, and there was only ever tragedy afterwards. Gir had kept her Workshop bolted down over the past few months, letting no one -not even me- in as she worked on her project. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Halloween would touch first.

"Shit!" several of us shouted at the same time. I was the first out of the common room and running down the hallway as fast as I could. The pounding of feet behind me was all the confirmation I needed to know that the rest were following me. I practically flew down the hall, ignoring both the elevator and the stairs, going instead for the three fireman poles we'd built so that if we needed to get to the lower level fast we could. I grabbed the middle pole and wrapped my ankles around the metal, sliding down easily and running again as soon as my feet hit the ground, not losing any momentum. I could hear the dull double thud of two others hitting the ground and the sound of the others already sliding down the poles behind the first. I trusted my team to keep up with me and kept running towards Gir's Workshop, the third largest room within the whole base in height, width and length; it was second only to the simulation room and Hanger.

I skidded to a stop at the doors of the Workshop, the doors sliding open for me without the lock system functioning. I came to another sudden stop inside the Workshop, my mouth falling open. Bits of equipment, prototypes, white boards, and other junk lined the walls and the front section but that was not what caught my attention. Right at the back of the football stadium sized room was a device that looked like a giant metal doughnut with a really big hole in the middle, held up by supports that stretched from floor to ceiling; the 'doughnut' itself nearly reached the ceiling as well. It was a modified Space Bridge, its basic function and idea taken from all those Transformer shows and movies Electra and Gir watch all the time. I admit I like the shows and stuff, but those two were freaks for it. When Gir had said that she was going to make a Space Bridge but make it even more awesome I had nodded, smiled, but passed the idea off. Yet there it stood in all of its metal glory, Gir's Space Time Dimensional Bridge. In theory it was supposed to not only travel across space, but time and across different dimensions as well. I don't know how it worked but Gir said it did and when Gir wanted something to work, she found a way.

I was distracted from the machinery marvel by the blonde haired trouble maker sitting in a spinning chair in front of what looked like a control panel connected to the Bridge. I glanced left then right as the others came up beside me.

"HALLOWEEN!" Gir shouted at the top of her lungs, her tone hinting at a well contained anger.

Halloween jumped and spun around in the chair to face the door.

"I haven't touched it! I'm just looking," she said, standing up so fast that the chair flew back into the control panels. We all froze at the high pitched keening noise that filled the air. All eyes turned to the Bridge, sections of which had started to glow brightly, the keening growing in volume in time with the brightening of the glow. At first a mere dot of blue appeared at the centre of the Bridge but it quickly started to spiral outwards, soon meeting the edges of the Bridge, a huge swirling mass of pure energy now before us.

I could do nothing but stare with my mouth agape at the scene before me, unable to comprehend the fact that this thing was working! Though I couldn't see it, the others around me had similar expressions on their faces.

Gir ran towards Halloween and the control panel, clearly intending to shut the Bridge down before anything came through. She'd barely made it halfway before I noticed sections starting to smoke. A hissing noise and the sound of metal tearing from strain mixing with the keening.

Suddenly one of the sections of the Bridge actually exploded.

"GET DOWN AND FIND COVER!" I shouted as I ducked down, throwing up my hands to protect my face as I ran hunched over at the waist for one of the work benches. Several more explosions followed the first. The others scattered like frightened birds, finding benches or equipment to hide behind.

A final explosion rocked the Workshop, cutting off the keening noise and sending smoke and bits of metal from the Bridge flying outwards. Strangely though, the sound of something else heavy crashing to the ground was heard amongst the heavy cloud of black smoke.