Chapter 3: Autobots
"I am Agent Seymour Simmons, you'll have to come with us." What? Dad came to the door.
"Excuse me, but you will not be taking my daughter anywhere," he said. He pushed me behind him.
"I am sorry sir, but I have the authority to." Agent Simmons took out a badge and showed it to Dad. "This badge allows me to do whatever I want."
"Excuse me, I am a lawyer and you have no right taking my daughter away without an explanation," Mom said, stepping in the conversation. I loved it when she went all lawyer on a person. Agent Simmons sighed.
"We believe your daughter has made contact with a N.B.E." What? "Non-Biological Extraterrestrial." Extraterrestrial? An image of the giant robots from last night flashed in my mind. How could they have known about that?
"Now listen here, my daughter is not involved with any aliens! You've got the wrong person here!" Mom demanded. Agent Simmons made a motion with his hand and a man behind him held Mom back.
"What's going on?" Lucas asked, poking his head out from the kitchen. Another man grabbed Dad and another grabbed me, starting to drag me outside. I tried putting up a fight, but this guy was just way to strong.
"Annie! Where are you taking my sister!" I heard Fiona scream. Everything was moving so fast. I could hear Mom screaming lawsuits against them and Dad kept calling my name and telling me that everything was going to be alright. I caught a glimpse of Lucas. He was being held by two big scary men, who were having a tough time. Fiona was a stone, she didn't even flinch when the man grabbed her and forced her to the ground.
I was shoved into the back of a car with a man in black on my left and another one on my right. I looked out the window to see my family being dragged and shoved into another car. Agent Simmons got into the passenger seat of the car I was in. I tried to fix my glasses because during the struggle they were now dangling from my face. When I tried to reach up, I found something restraining my hands. They handcuffed me! Great, just great.
"So last night an earthquake happened near your home?" Agent Simmons asked turning around in his seat.
"Yeah, but it was a total freak accident," I said.
"And you told the paramedics that you were climbing down the neighbor's tree then tumbled down the hill and into the woods when it happened? Why were you climbing down the neighbor's tree in the first place?" he asked. Damn. I was stuttering over my words, one wrong move and he could have me thrown in jail for life.
"I dropped my homework and went to go get it," I lied.
"Uh huh, sure," he said obviously not believing me. "What do you know about extraterrestrial beings?"
"Aliens? You're crazy there's no such things," I said.
"We traced high-level alien readings to you exactly. Do you mind explaining that?" he asked, smirking as if he'd won. I didn't say anything. "Just as I thought." He leaned his face closer to mine.
"Look kid, I know that you know something about aliens, so cough it up," he demanded.
I noticed that we were driving toward downtown where it was almost abandoned. Other black vans were surrounding ours. Suddenly the car crashed into something. The men in the car were all bewildered, Simmons the most. Two giant metal hands wrapped around the roof of the car, breaking the windows and windshield.
"What the-!" he was cut off by a bright light shining through the what was left of the windshield. They shielded their faces from the blinding light. All I could do was turn away, which was almost no help. The roof of the car was then ripped off and the rest of the car fell with a groan. I felt my glasses slip off my face and groaned to myself.
"Holy-!" Agent Simmons screamed, looking up at the being. I looked up to see fierce blue optics bored into me. It was the giant alien robot from last night, and he looked pissed. The men in the cars around us pulled out guns and aimed it at him.
"Autobots, relieve them of their weapons." Suddenly, all the weapons went flying out of their hands and into the air. I looked in the direction and my mouth dropped to the floor.
Before me stood nine giant robots. I squinted my eyes, and tried to get a good look at each of them.
One was about 16ft. It was mostly yellow and a bit black and silver, giving it the appearance of a bumblebee. It had clear blue, sparkling optics with a circle where it's mouth was supposed to be. He looked to be the youngest one in the group.
The one that stood next to it was completely silver and bulky, 16ft. It had a round face with a mouth that looked like it was smirking. It held a big magnet in it's hand which held all the confiscated weapons.
The next one was yellow and red tinge, around 24ft. It had a square-like head, with facial features that showed he was probably the wisest out of all of them.
Next one was silver, but this one was bulkier than the other, and definitely way taller, 27ft. It had it's blaster canons out which meant that this one was probably the weapons guy.
Next was a black 15ft tall robot, but it didn't have blood red eyes like the one before. It's eyes were dark blue. It had big tires as feet, unlike the others who had metal plate feet and two metal swords for hands.
The next two looked a lot a like, twins maybe. One was orange and the other was green. They had big buck rusted metal from their mouths that looked like buck teeth and goofy playful blue eyes. They were both about 11 ft tall.
The next, had a strange resemblance to Albert Einstein. Around, 15ft.
Finally the last one was the one that caught my attention the most. It was bright apple red and black. It had deep light blue eyes. It was about 18ft tall and it's stance showed that it was probably good at hand to hand combat fighting.
The red one's head turned toward me and I gave it a sheepish smile, which it returned with a comforting one.
"Uh, hi," Simmons squeaked out. He was looking around at all the robots surrounding him.
"You are not surprised to see us?"
"Look Sector Seven protocols say that I'm not authorized to talk to you, except tell you that I'm not authorized to talk to you," Simmons stammered. I rolled my eyes.
"Take the restraints off of her." One of the guys next to me and took the cuffs right off. I took the chance to retrieve my glasses and place them right back on my face. "Get out of the vehicle." The men in the car with me practically jumped out.
I stalked up to Agent Simmons.
"You'll answer my questions and you will now," I demanded. "Where is my family, what is Sector Seven, and how do you know about these aliens?" I sounded more confident than I thought. Maybe being around giant alien robots that are on my side gave me a boost.
"Now listen kid, I ask the questions and you answer them, not the other way around," he said and started to take out his badge. I snatched it from him.
"How dare you!" he exclaimed.
"Take off all your clothes," I said.
"Excuse me!" I waved the badge in his face.
"I'm allowed to do whatever I want and get away with it," I said in a sing-songy voice and waved the badge in his face. He grumbled and removed all of his clothes. Can you blame a girl for trying to have a little fun? I started to handcuff the other guys together until they were sitting all in a straight line on the curb.
When I came back to Agent Simmons he was only in his "Aloha" boxers and white tank top. I chained him to a lamppost and patted him on the cheek when I was done.
"This is a felony young lady!" he said, pissed. I smiled and threw the badge down a nearby rain drain. I walked toward the big red and blue robot who looked very amused.
"What now?" I asked. I could hear helicopters approaching.
"We find a place to talk in private. Autobots, move out," he said. All of the robots transformed into cars of all different kinds, which I didn't get a chance to look at. They all drove away one by one until only the Peterbilt was left. The Peterbilt's door swung open and I climbed in. The seatbelt strapped across my chest and clicked, then the Peterbilt drove off.
We managed to all fit into a dead alley and escape from Simmons and the other government agents. I climbed out of the Peterbilt and it transformed. I was surrounded in a fairly large circle by the giant mechanical beings.
"I have not formally introduced myself yet," the red and blue one said. He leaned down on one knee. "My designation is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron."
"You can call us Autobots," said the yellow one. He sounded as intelligent as he looks; very.
"Autobots?" It had a nice ring to it.
"Let me introduce you to my team," Optimus said gesturing to the others. He gestured to the 16ft silver bulky one. "This is my first lieutenant. Designation, Jazz."
"What's crackin' lil' bitch," he said. "This looks like a cool place to kick it." Then he sat on a car behind him. I liked his accent, it fit him.
"Where did he learn how to speak like that?" I asked.
"We have learned your Earth language through the World Wide Web," Optimus spoke. I smiled. It just shows the power of the net. I heard some whirrs and turned from Jazz and Optimus, to the black Autobot, with big blaster canons for both of his hands. I just blinked at him.
"You feeling lucky punk." He had a gruff voice.
"Yes," I answered and smirked. He smirked right back at me, but this one was more like he was pleased with my answer.
"Easy Ironhide," Optimus scolded. "My weapons specialist." I could tell.
"I just wanted to show her my cannons," he muttered and his cannons turned back into hands.
"My medical officer, designation Ratchet," Optimus continued. I turned to the yellow robot.
"Pleasure to meet you," he said gentleman-like.
"The pleasure is mine," I said.
"Hey don't forget 'bout us!" I turned to the orange bot. He stood next to the green one. The green one hit the orange one in the back of the head.
"Stupid! Optimus was just gonna say that!" the orange one glared at the green one.
"Who you callin' stupid, stupid!" the orange one said, shoving the green one. I heard Optimus let out a heavy sigh.
"The orange, designation Mudflap and the green, designation Skids," he responded. Something told me that they fought a lot. The yellow and black one grabbed both of them and banged their heads together, ending their bickering.
"Ow! That really hurt there Bumblebee!" Skids said rubbing his head. The yellow and black bot, Bumblebee, made a whirring noise.
"Why can't he talk?" I asked.
"His voice processors were damaged when we landed on Earth. I'm still trying to fix them. He can only communicate through the radio," Ratchet explained.
Bumblebee started to play "Second to None" by Styles of Beyond and pumping his fist around. I giggled.
"This is my combat instructor. Designation Sideswipe." I turned to the swords for hands and wheels for feet robot. He just nodded to me which I returned the same gesture.
"Hello chap! The names Que!" I jumped at the sudden outburst and turned to the Autobot that looked like Albert Einstein. He had a English accent.
"My scientist," Optimus finished. Well that makes sense. "Finally my best spy. Designation Mirage. Also known as your guardian." I turned to the red one.
"It's very nice to meet you." He had an Italian accent which made me blush slightly.
"As I to you," I said. I turned my attention back to Optimus. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here on Earth?"
He hesitated before answering. "We were once a peaceful race." The ground around me started to crack. I knew it was some kind of hologram projection, but I was still terrified at the scene before me. A barren metal-like planet was before my feet, where battles had probably were lost and won. "It all changed when Megatron betrayed us." A large black robot with the most blood thirsty eyes I have ever seen, appeared before me. I cowered before it.
"Megatron is the leader of the Decepticons, a group of Autobots that want to rule Cybertron for their own. Shortly after, the war between the Decepticons and Autobots began." Flashes of battles rang out. Autobots, and Decepticons alike, died before my eyes in horror. "Before the war ended, the Allspark, a cube able to bring mechanical and electronic objects to life, was lost into space. Megatron desperately went after it, but crashed into Earth as a result."
An image of a intricate spaceship flying off into space ended the projection.
"When Megatron landed on Earth he was still in search for the Allspark. Your great-grandfather William Catalano discovered Megatron years after. Part of the cube's power was transferred to a stone that he retrieved and gave to you. It is hanging around your neck at this moment."
"How did you find out about my necklace in the first place and how my great-grandfather gave it to me?" I grasped the stone protectively.
"We were able to sense the large energon readings that point to you," Optimus answered. "We need it so that we may track down the actual cube's coordinates and retrieve the Allspark before the Decepticons do."
"We also did a little research on your family through the web while we were at it," Que added.
"If the Decepticons get ahold of it, they'll most likely find the Allspark. It also means the end for your planet and the entire human race," Ratchet said. I gulped.
"You may or may not help us," Optimus spoke. "It is your choice." I was still weighing the fact that my lucky charm was going to be used to trace down a intergalactic device that could destroy the human race. I felt like there was a weight on my shoulders. I kept trying to tell myself this was all a dream and even tried harder to convince myself to wake up. No matter what I tried, this was the real thing.
I slowly unclasped my necklace and held it out to Optimus. He reached out for it, but in a moment an explosion went off next to us. I ended up banging my head against a brick wall and slide to the ground in agony. I felt strong arms grab me and a loud ringing in my ear. I felt something sticky trickle down my forehead and gingerly touched it to be met with a stinging go throughout my head. I looked at my hand, blood. My hand still clutched my necklace and I quickly put it back on, fumbling the entire time. I saw something else fly and smack right onto the pavement next to me; my glasses. I gently grasped it, and cursed to myself seeing a large crack in the left lens. I shoved my broken glasses into my pocket.
I turned my head and squinted to see the Autobots get away, except one. It was Bumblebee. They had him chained down with large coils and he didn't bother fighting back. Soon a red Ferrari drove up and transformed into Mirage. I watched as he sliced the restraints off Bumblebee, while dodging the bullets getting shot at him.
"Go my friend, go!" he shouted. Bumblebee hesitated before transforming to a yellow Camaro and driving off. Mirage was about to follow, until a cord shot out and caught him in his tracks. I watched in horror as they froze him and tied him up.
"M-Mirage," I muttered. He somehow heard me and turned his head slightly toward me. His mouth lifted into a sad smile. I felt myself lifted up and handcuffed all over again. I didn't bother to fight, my head was swimming in mud. His eyes were filled with sorrow and I couldn't bare to look at them, which I could barely see. I was shoved into the back of a police car, with Simmons in the passenger seat fully clothed.
"Damn bastard," I spat in his face. He just wiped his face and smirked at me before I went out cold.
Jinxed just in Time: I know it was kinda silly of me to put in Japanese robots, it seems ridiculous now that I read it over. Thank you for your opinion
I'm still a new writer, for TF at least, and I'm not very used to it. I'm more comfortable writing for anime, but I want to expand my writing. Unlike some authors I don't delete a review that criticizes (or flame if you wanna put it that way) about my writing nor hate the person that wrote it. I truthfully like it when people tell me so that I may become a better writer personally.
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