Chapter 3 Chapter 3
"Come here, youngling!"
Unable to control a burst of anger, I shouted, "My name's Bumblebee!"
"Kid's got some spunk," said the golden mech.
"Of course he does, Sunny. I would be angry too if I was in young Bumblebee's place and a strange mech kept calling me 'youngling' all the time," said the red twin.
A blast shook the hall and noticing what the others did not, I yelled, "DUCK!"
By instinct, we all did. A blast went over us and exploded on the opposite wall. Another Decepticon joined the fray.
"Soundwave, GRAB THAT YOUNGLING!" Megatron ordered, clearly furious.
"I don't think so, Megatron!"
The older mechs looked around in surprise: The Decepticons in fear and hatred, the Autobots in pure relief.
"Optimus Prime…" sneered Megatron.
"You will not take another life for your own gain."
"Why would I kill him when he could be my servant?" Megatron jumped at me and the gruff mech.
Not wanting any mech to get hurt because of me, I jumped out of my protector's arms and ran, leading Megatron and his lackeys away.
Behind us, Blackout showed up and yelled, "Megatron, the detonators are about to go off!"
Reluctantly tearing his red optics away from me, Megatron shot at the ceiling above the Autobots causing rubble to fall and trap them. "Decepticons, retreat! This is not over, Prime! That youngling will belong to me!"
Looking around, I noticed that there was a detonator here that I overlooked. Panicking, I hurried up to it and started about to deactivating it.
"Bumblebee, GO!" the gruff mech yelled.
Too late. I'm not about to stop now when I can finish this!
I finally deactivated the detonator closest to us, but the rest of the detonators that were not deactivated went off, shaking the building and causing the ceiling to fall down toward me.
Looking back at the Autobots, I saw that they were finally getting free of their prison before I finally went into forced stasis.
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Not quite believing that the Academy was still standing, Optimus Prime looked back at the small, fragile youngling that he now held in his arms. The professor from earlier finally finished telling them what he had tried to tell them earlier, with Jazz backing him up. The youngling, Bumblebee, accidentally overheard Megatron himself and Starscream talking about their plans. Apparently, Bumblebee decided to do something about it. From what he could tell, Bumblebee would make the best spy and espionage agent the Autobot forces ever had…if he decided to come with them. They all agreed that, if Bumblebee wanted, they would take him in and be his family. Hopefully he would wake up soon so they could ask him. After all, he was far too young to be without a family, and far too young to be left alone for any amount of time. But what worried him was how Megatron knew that they would survive the detonators.
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Complete darkness surrounded me. It was not only dark but also cold. Very cold. Instinctively, I curled into a ball…as small as possible. Now, more than ever, I wanted a family again. A family that would drive away the darkness and cold. A family that would keep me safe.
But I had none since that day the only family I've known was killed by the hand of the Decepticon lord: Megatron. I remembered battles going on around me, but who won, I do not know. Where was I? And would I ever be found?
Wisps of a colder darkness started wrapping around me…around my spark. I was scared. I wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to escape to! The evil darkness gripped tighter, its hold unyielding. I couldn't take this, and neither could my spark – I screamed.
"Calm down now, you're all right. Calm down."
I knew that voice. I'm sure of it. But was it friend or foe?
"Little 'un, you must calm down. Your systems are overheating too much and your energy is depleting to the point where you could go back into a locked stasis. You don't need that to happen again."
Another voice, gruff this time. Both voices didn't seem hostile. The darkness gripping me is now tightening around my spark, determined not to let go. A brighter presence flared and let itself be known to the other, making its grip become slack. Now I know that those voices I'm hearing are friends.
"Time to wake up, young one."
This voice has an air of leadership about it, it's tone gentle and soft, yet can be used to command. I can trust them. I know it. I want to go to them. I will go to them.
My optics brighten as I wake up, shadowy figures above me. Slowly, the blurry figures start to define before I can finally see clearly. Above me, I see the mechs that I met earlier.
"Good to see you awake, kiddo," said the flashy mech. "The name's Jazz."
"I'm Sideswipe. Just call me Sides. Over there is the Hatchet –" Sides stopped mid-sentence as a wrench was thrown at him.
"My name is Ratchet."
"And this is my twin brother Sunny – "
A bang resounded around the room as the golden mech hit his twin brother upside the head and the snickers that could be heard.
"I told you NOT to call me that!" said the golden mech as he turned towards me. "The name's Sunstreaker, by the way."
"Psychotic maniac," Sides mumbled under his breath. I giggled.
"I'm Ironhide."
"And I'm Optimus Prime. Bumblebee, we have an important question to ask you."
I look at him with slight fear in my optics.
"There is nothing to fear, little one. We know that your parents are dead and that your instructor brought you hear to keep you safe after finding you. Besides here, you have nowhere else to go. Is that right?"
I slowly nodded.
"Would you like to come with us and be in a new family?"
