So, last night I finally got to sit down and watch the DVD of RotF and…damn, it's full of plot holes! Enough to sink a ship! So I'm doing my best to plug at least one of the holes.
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Sam slid his phone shut. Mikaela was coming. This was good, she was always so clear-headed and smart, she'd come up with something. In the meantime, what was he supposed to do?
He'd ask Bee what these freaky symbols meant, that's what he'd do. He changed course and headed toward the parking lot where Bee was hiding in plain sight, permit sticker displayed on his rear window. This particular lot was not well used, because it was poorly lit at night and surrounded by trees and bushes. It was very private and small and was not a favorite of the students at the college because it was inconvenient to get to quickly and also felt hazardous to people afraid of the dark and the demons hidden by the night. Clutching his papers, Sam stumbled over the lip of the parking lot and jogged toward Bumblebee. Reaching the yellow Camaro, he looked around.
"Bee! You gotta help me!" Sam dropped everything in front of Bee and began sorting through all the papers until he found his notebook, then scrabbled for a pencil amidst the clutter. He began scrawling the glyphs running through his brain, finally realizing that Bee hadn't transformed, wasn't helping him. He slapped the front quarter panel and told him, "Now, Bee! I need help!"
Bumblebee had finished scanning and found no humans within sight and moved to his robotic mode, crouching over Sam protectively. He made a questioning, crooning sound, and his radio asked, "What, what, what is it?"
"I don't know, Bee, I was hoping you could tell me. Every since I touched the shard from the Allspark, I've had these images in my mind. I just had a full-blown meltdown in my astronomy class, and I want to know what these symbols are. Can you read them?" Sam leaned back from the notebook slightly, but his hand continued writing. Bee leaned over him and scanned the page.
"Oooo," Bee vocalized.
"What?! Do you know what these are? Can you tell me?" Sam turned toward Bumblebee, but kept writing.
Bee nodded, and carefully rasped, "That," pointing towards one symbol, "is the glyph for energon. That one," indicating another, "means Prime. The rest, I do not know."
"Don't you read these things?" Sam clutched his hair in a frenzy, pulling at it with his left hand as his right hand continued to write symbols across the page.
Bee made a negative sound, forcing his vocalizer to work, "Not this language, Sam. I don't know it. It looks like a very old version of Cybertronian."
Warning signals went off in Bee's processor, and he folded himself down into car form quietly. Sam raised up a little bit as a professor entered the parking lot and walked toward his car, giving Sam a curious look as he passed him. Sam offered a weak smile and returned his attention to the paper.
"Any suggestions, Bee?" He waited until the professor drove away and Bee could speak.
"Ask Optimus. He might know it. So might Ratchet, but," his vocalizer slid toward static and Bee forced it back down, "I don't think anyone else would. Keep writing it down, we'll find someone that knows what it says."
"Gotcha. Thanks, Bee!" Sam scooped up his papers and books and shuffled away towards his dorm, the itch to write at the front of his brain, like a niggling thought that wakes you in the middle of the night. As he climbed the path away from the parking lot, he was strewing papers everywhere. He scooped up as many as he could see and ran, eager to start writing.