Authors Note: Holy *this section has been edited due to excessive swearing*, I did it. I actually wrote it. This has been bugging me for a while. Its an excuse to mess with the characters in odd situations. Isn't that what fanfiction is for? There will be lots of OCs. Its the nature of this story.
Disclaimer: C'mon. Do you really think that I'd delude myself into thinking that I own this stuff? I just mess with the characters. Plots and OCs are mine tho, in all their glory.
The explosion had been like no other. It had no sound, only a bright blinding light, except there was no other way to describe it. People were knocked off their feet as an unseen force hit them and then there were huge... things were nothing had been before. The over-large lab-designed to have huge things built in it-seemed a lot smaller suddenly.
Mass panic broke out. Alarms were hit. Fire sprinklers seemed to come on for no apparent reason and increased the panic of those in the room. The new 'things' in the room also seemed to be alarmed. Huge pillar-like structures scrambled around trying to find their bearings, and avoid the frantic humans.
Quickly, too quickly, the military arrived. The nearby base had gotten a hysteric reports of something-some kind of robots or something-had a mysteriously appeared in an engineering lab owned by Jet Propulsion Laboratories (who work closely with NASA, making rockets and the sorts). They came in totting heavy matinery, so many guns and cannons that a weapons enthusiast would have fainted at the sight. The most that the officers could get out of the report was that the... robots... were big. Very big.
What the military found when they arrived at the correct lab was chaos. Most people were still scrambling around like they had forgotten where the door was. Others had passed out. Still others were on the floor sobbing in terror. The soldiers quickly surrounded the robots (whose very expressive faceplates showed a mix of surprise, anger, and shock) and started ushering the engineers out ASAP. It was only when one soldier tried to drag a particularly stunned looking engineer away from where she was gaping a the robots that things really got crazy.
The twenty-something woman snapped out of her trance, taking in the weapons with first shock, then anger, then determination. She ran back towards the robots, on front of the soldiers, held up her hands and yelled at the top of voice, "DON'T SHOOT!"
She looked back over her shoulder at the symbol that she had spotted in the chaos, the one so frighteningly familiar to her. The ancient-looking, weeping, stylized face...
"Please, don't shoot..." she glanced back and forth a few times from the symbol to the soldiers. "They're Autobots..."
