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Now things are getting interesting… Are you ready to meet the Autobots? Because the Autobots are ready to meet you! I hope you like the meeting. I tried my best to make it funny. This is what my twisted mind came up with. Enjoy! ;)
4-Family reunion
"Found it yet?" Sam groaned irritated, as she hopped from one foot to the other in an attempt to warm up her limbs.
After Kim politely re-placed the saw, she insisted they find her PDA first. If only they could see anything in the dark evening!
"No, it was around here… somewhere…"
Silence enveloped them as Kim searched the ground on her hands and knees.
Kim stood a few minutes later, PDA and cell phone in hand, "I found it and got your cell phone as well." She said putting her PDA in her jeans' pocket and tossing the phone to Sam, who caught it and leaned her hand on a wall. "Let's find a way out o-my-God."
"What now?" Sam released a long suffered sigh as Kim pointed behind her. "Uh, Sam. Watch where you're leaning."
Turning slowly Sam found herself looking at big, metallic yellow legs. Looking up until her eyes reached the robot's head she raised a brow at the surprisingly human face that greeted her, illuminated by glowing blue lights.
Sam took a few steps back, not sure of what else to do, until she bumped into her sister, petrified as well.
"What is that?" Sam whispered, leaning on Kim's chest.
"Some kind of super advanced robot. But for what I know now, he's just our car…" Kim gathered her remaining nerves and tried to talk to the yellow robot. "Hi."
The robot tilted his head to the side.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"I don't think he wants to hurt us. He would've done that already. Besides, he saved us. The least we can do is be nice with him."
Sam found no wrongness in what Kim said, so she simply waved at the robot, mirroring her sister's action.
To their surprise, the robot waved back, quite cheerily too.
Kim smiled and started to step aside her sister and take a step toward the robot, looking up at him.
"Can you talk?"
The yellow robot's car radio kicked to life with various stations, forming a sentence.
-XM Satellite One... Digital Cable brings you... Columbia Broadcasting System...-
Kim was confused at this. "Uh… so you talk through the radio?"
The robot clapped his hands, saying, -Thank you, you're beautiful! You're wonderful, you're wonderful.-
Sam could only stare. The robot and her sister were talking! Well, sort of. She braced what remained of her courage and stepped near Kim. When Sam glanced at the robot, she noticed that he really did have an almost human face. The features were the same of a human male's, but the robot's face seemed to be made of many sheets of metal to allow expression; the two antenna-like spikes he had on his head were moving with every word that exited his speakers. He was doing his best not to fright the girls: he was wearing a disarming smile!!
"Okay… uh… you're not here to kill us. I figured that out. So what was that last night?" Sam asked, her voice trembling a little.
The yellow robot pointed at the dark sky.
-Message from Starfleet, Captain... Throughout the inanimate vastness of space... And angels will rain down like visitors from Heaven! Hallelujah!-
"Visitors from heaven... So… you are… an alien robot?" Kim whispered as she watched carefully every piece of the robot before her.
The yellow robot pointed a finger at her and nodded, then converted into a Camaro and opened its passenger door.
-Any more questions you want to ask?-
"You-you want us to go with you?" Kim questioned as she looked wide-eyed at the open door. Applause was her reply.
"What's he want us to do...?" Sam asked looking at her sister for an answer.
"He wants us to get in the car..." she replied to her and received odd looks from the girl. "What?" Kim asked.
"So you suddenly understand robot?" Sam crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well no, but I think he made this point clear." Kim said matter-of-factly, pointing at the open door.
"Uh… yeah." Sam laughed nervously. "But that's not the point!" she continued exasperated, "Y-you're just going to go to God knows where with an alien car?"
"Fifty years from now, when you're looking back at your life, don't you want to be able to say you had the guts to get in the car?" Kim looked at the taller girl with eyes sparkling with excitement.
"No." Sam said.
"Very well. Say 'hi' to Robocop, when he comes back." Kim turned and walked toward the open door.
Reaching the passenger door she sat and relaxed in her seat, her protesting feet quieting in relief.
"Wait! I'm coming with you!" Sam held the door open to talk with her sister.
"Get in the driver's seat then." Kim said nonchalantly.
Sam blinked, "I'm not gonna sit there. He's going to be driving."
"Very well, get in the back." Kim replied instantly, rolling her eyes.
"I'm not sitting in the back!" Sam whispered hotly. "Why do you always have to be shotgun?!" Sam whined.
"Because I get carsick. Meaning: I'm not gonna sit in the back!" Kim replied.
"Why don't you sit in the driver's seat? It's a front seat too, you know."
"I don't have a licence." Kim deadpanned, starting to get very annoyed.
"Okay then… Why don't… Why don't I sit on your lap then?" Sam asked, putting up her best 'puppy face'.
"Why?" Kim's face clouded over, trying to read Sam's intentions.
"You have the only seatbelt, and, you know, safety first." she replied and looked at her hopefully.
Kim paused and then finally gave in, knowing too well that if she didn't, they had to stay there for a loooong time.
"Fine..." Kim agreed and let her sister sat on her lap.
"Oumph! Dear Lord, you're heavy! You should stop eating so many ice-creams!"
The engine revved and the Camaro spun its wheels and took off.
Kim lamented her loss of the comfortable passenger seat as the yellow Camaro drove peacefully to an unknown destination.
They were now travelling through on one of the subterranean highway routes, driving in silence. Well, the Camaro was actually driving on his own and need no assistance from the humans inside it.
After much complaining and moving, Kim found herself sitting on Sam's lap, with her back pressed against the passenger's door. Sam was under her sister. She was sitting quite comfortable in the seat, if she hadn't had to bear her sister's weight. Sam tried to keep her mind occupied with the scenery, so that her aching muscles wouldn't kill her. She needed to lay on her warm bed. Absently, she turned her head, contemplating the alieness of not driving. The steering wheel and pedals moved by themselves, gears adjusting to the speed.
Sam finally broke the silence. "Where do you think we're going?" she whispered, not wanting to be heard by no one but Kim.
"I dunno. But wherever it is, I hope we get there fast. I have the door's handle stuck in my back." Kim whined, trying to stretch her back and to avoid hurting Sam in the process.
"Kim, I was thinking…" Sam asked.
"I'm afraid." Kim muttered.
"You know what I don't understand? If he's, like, this cool super-advanced robot, why does he transform into this piece of crap Camaro?" Sam tried her best to say the last part as low as she could. But he heard.
The car suddenly swerved and the passenger's door opened. The girls got pushed out as they had before.
Getting up Kim glared over at Sam who gave her a confused look.
"Smooth move, Sam." Kim said to her sister with a glare. "Now you pissed him off! You're the first human who had ever pissed off an alien!" Kim watched as their car drove away.
"Well, sorry!" Sam spat back. "But you thought that too!"
"Never ever tell the truth at the wrong time!" Kim glared, then added, "Thanks to your big mouth, our only means of transportation drove off WITHOUT US!!"
Their shouts where so loud they covered the ones of the other drivers'. The sisters looked like they were about to get in a fight, when something caught their eye.
The two girls looked over to see a brand new yellow 2008 Camaro driving up to them, with the radio blasting the song 'Battle Without Honour or Humanity', to make a dramatic entrance.
SWEET!! Was the girls' only thought and every trace of the previous conversation disappeared.
They looked at each other and then ran over to the new car waiting for them.
"So much for not telling the truth, uh?" Sam smirked.
"Mmm, you've said a mouthful, finally!" Kim teased and hopped in.
"Hey!" Sam whined, as she got into the car.
They laughed and the Camaro sped off down the highway, resuming its trip to its unknown destination.
They were driving in silence again. The Camaro was a very good driver. Kim heaved a tired sigh and glanced over her shoulder to the back seat. Sam was sleeping peacefully in the back, as if she wasn't really laying on the backseat of a car that turned into an alien robot, but on her own bed. She didn't know how long it had been since Sam had fallen asleep, but Kim was looking forward the moment she could go talk to Morpheus.
Sam had tossed and turned on the seat, to find a position she could lay comfortably, without disrupting any of her bruises. A smile spread across her face as the seat warmed slightly beneath her. That made Kim smile as well and she turned her head to stare at the endless darkness of the night.
Kim hadn't felt very tired back at the power plant, but it seemed that the rush of adrenaline had faded away and, with it, her energy. She couldn't imagine what her sister must have gone through to fall asleep so quickly, aside running for her life. But even as tired as she was Kim couldn't fall asleep, or she'll get carsick.
That wasn't the only reason she couldn't sleep, though. She was scared. Kim was afraid to lose her sister. Back at the power plant, she had to slay a little robot, a sentient little robot, to protect her. Even if he tried to kill them, she couldn't help feeling guilty. And worse, she was scared she would have to do that again. But she didn't know if next time she would be that lucky…
Shaking those thoughts away from her head, she yawned and instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, as to warm herself up. Suddenly she felt her seat becoming warmer and warmer. Kim realized that the yellow robot, who had saved them, wouldn't allow anything to happen to them.
Smiling slightly, she caressed gently the dashboard, knowing that he could fell this gesture from her, whispering, "Thank you." The engine purred in response and she smiled wider.
Suddenly, something caught her eye. Straightening as best as she could, Kim leaned forward on the dashboard and narrowed her eyes at the light in the sky. At first she thought it was a very bright star or a satellite, but these ideas were soon disposed of as she continued to stare at the object in the sky. Soon she realized that it couldn't have been a star, because it was moving too fast and it wasn't white. The light it exuded was bright orange, like the one of a satellite. But it was moving fast and was aiming for the ground. A meteor, perhaps? As it got closer she realized that there were more of them.
Four flaming objects were coming down to Earth.
What the??
"Sam!" she whispered. "Wake up, Sam!" She said firmly, much louder than before. She couldn't discern what the burning objects were, their flames dancing around them as they sped towards Earth, but she knew that they weren't meteors. "Sam!"
"Mmm, five more minutes…" the girl muttered, tossing in the seat.
"Five minutes from now the world could end…" Kim pressed.
"What!?" The sleepy and very grouchy Sam was sitting upright into the driver's seat in an instant. "What's going on?"
"Look up in the sky." Kim explained softly, feeling sorry for waking up the girl, obviously in pain.
"Shooting stars?" The girl said distractedly, turning her head to her sister, "You woke me up to look at some shooting stars coming down on… Earth?"
Blinking, Sam gripped the steering wheel, pushing herself forward to look at the burning lights, that were making a rapid fall into the atmosphere.
"What do you think it is?" Sam asked her sister with a worried tone in her voice.
"I-I don't know…" Kim said, lowering her head as if she was to blame because she didn't know. "But I've got the feeling we're about to find out." She said, raising her head to give a last glance at the firing objects, before they disappeared behind a skyscraper.
The car drove them to an alley and stopped. The girls inside didn't know what to do. Their car seemed to be waiting for something. Or someone.
"Should we get out of the car?" Kim asked, looking around the wide dark alley between two old warehouses.
"Probably…" Sam murmured, hesitantly opening her door and stepping out into the cold air of the night.
As Kim glanced at her from the other side of the car, she raised an eyebrow. "Is that my t-shirt?" she asked, pointing at the cloth.
Sam wore a white shirt with long sleeves that weren't white anymore, with a blue t-shirt over it that said, 'Bomb Squad - if you see me running try to keep up'. "Um… Perhaps…" (that meant yes). "Whose shoes are those?" Sam asked her.
"Yours! They are as annoying as you are." Kim teased and Sam rolled her eyes.
Kim turned and faced the Camaro. "Why did you bring us here?" she asked, wrapping her denim jacket around herself tightly, trying not to shiver.
The sound of many engines revving and wheels speeding was her answer and they both looked to the mouth of the alley.
"Are they here?" Kim questioned, turning to the yellow Camaro.
"Looks like a truck." Sam answered dumbly, staring at the approaching semi, "It is a truck, it's blue and… has red… flames?"
"Look, there are more of them." Kim added.
The two girls stared dumbfounded at the four approaching vehicles. Aside the red and blue Perterbult truck, there were a lime green Hummer H2 that said 'Search and Rescue', a pristine silver Pontiac Solstice GXP and a large black GMC TopKick C4500.
Suddenly they started to fell smaller than they were. The truck was huge and, if the size of the vehicle corresponded with the size of the robot, then… the truck was much, much bigger than their car…
Gathering courage she didn't know she had, Sam started to walk to the cars, latching onto Kim's arm as they both reached the center of the alley.
Soon the vehicles were assembled around them, each looking as impressive as the next, with their large statures and shiny paint. The two sisters were now at the center of the circle the cars made, facing the large semi. It came to a halt in front of the stunned girls and for a moment no one moved.
"Whoa. Nice rig." Sam whispered impressed, looking from the nose of the truck to the windshield.
Kim stepped near the silver Pontiac and when she noticed her reflection on the brilliant chrome paintjob, she stated excitedly, "Wow, this car is really shiny!"
Just then, they heard a voice coming from the sports car. "Hey, thanks. Ya look good yourself."
Kim let out a "Whoa!" as she stepped back, not expecting the car to just… talk. After all, their car just clicked his radio to speak.
Then the sound of shifting and grinding metal reached their ears and they watched in utter shock as the vehicles began to… well, transform.
"Oh my God!" Sam breathed as she rested a hand on Kim's shoulder, drawing closer to her.
The girls looked around, mouth opened in surprise and eyes widened in shock, as the five robots moved, twisted, bended, and transformed their vehicle appearance to rearrange themselves into their real, towering, bipedal form. Kim noticed that every vehicle had a different way to transform. But the one that took her attention was the silver sports car. He looked like he was break dancing! She noticed how light, fluid and graceful their movements were.
Soon five very large robots stood before them, standing proudly as they gazed down at the two small humans. The robots looked from one to the other as they seemed to be analyzing the creatures before them.
Finally, the once semi truck knelt down. The action caused Sam to tighten her grip on Kim's shoulder. On the other hand, Kim was holding her breath as the big robot, almost twice the size of their Camaro, crouched down in front of them, bringing his face close to theirs, who held a look somewhere between shock and terror.
His face was more severe than the yellow robot's. But when he spoke, they realized that his tone was carefully muted, designed to reassure, and not frighten.
"Are you Samantha Jade and Kimberly Anne Witwicky, descendant of Archibald Witwicky?" His question made Sam tense and Kim lean back as the robot brought his face closer to hers.
"Why
does anyone know who we are?!" Kim muttered.
"Yeah."
Sam gasped.
"My name is Optimus Prime. We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron." Sam's eyes widened in surprise as she took a moment for the information to sink in.
"But you can call us "Autobots", for short." The green Hummer interjected while studying them a little too keenly for their comfort, on their right.
"Autobots?" Sam repeated, not looking away from the tall Optimus Prime.
"What's crackin', lil' alien babies?" The silver sports car called to the two girls, flipping impressively in a way that reminded them of a dance move.
"My first lieutenant. Designation: Jazz." Optimus Prime explained.
"This looks like a cool place to kick it." The sports car, Jazz, commented, executing another dance move, before jumping back to lounge on an already battered car; all the while smiling charmingly, raising the glass visor that shielded his optics to wink at the girls.
The girls' mouths were hanging wide open, before Kim cracked hers in a grin, whispering, "Oooh, I like him."
"W-why is he speaking like that?" Sam asked awkwardly.
"We have learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web." Optimus Prime provided once again as the girls locked their brown eyes back on him.
"Great. Others hack attacked people around me." Sam muttered and Kim rolled her eyes.
Kim was about to reply, but a sound behind them made her forget what she was going to say; Optimus Prime's explanation didn't calm them down as they turned to look at the large, black GMC truck.
"My weapons specialist: Ironhide." Sam shielded herself with her sister as the robot spun two large cylindrical objects on his arms in the same manner as cowboys did with their guns in Sergio Leone's movies. The black robot smirked, as the two cylindrical objects turned into the biggest, badass-looking cannons the girls have ever seen. Sam was about to pass out, when the ends of the two weapons started glowing, one blue and the other orange, as the GMC truck quoted Clint Eastwood.
"You feelin' lucky, punks?"
"N-nice c-can-nons…" Kim's words were shaken by her sister's trembling body.
"Easy, Ironhide..." Optimus warned the black robot, known as Ironhide, who snickered, "Just kiddin'. Just wanted to show 'em my cannons." Optimus' face plates shifted to give the impression that the bot had just rolled his eyes.
Ironhide backed away and the girls let out a relieved breath.
"Forgive him. He suffers from a trigger-happy compulsion." the green robot stated.
"Hey! I'm not trigger-happy!" Ironhide shouted.
"I'm just stating what my reports indicated, naturally." the green robot replied.
"Sounds like you're a doctor." Kim said.
"Our chief medical officer: Ratchet." The red and blue robot gestured to the green one.
Ratchet nodded down at the girls slowly and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you." Before Optimus Prime continued, "And you already know your guardian: Bumblebee."
Smiling widely, Sam turned to the robot to see him playing Muhammad Ali's old saying, dancing a little.
-Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!-
"Bumblebee? So that's your name?" Kim laughed as the robot nodded enthusiastically.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked, smiling slightly.
Ratchet answered for him, after pointing a red beam at Bumblebee's throat, that made him cough. "His vocal processors were damaged in battle, I haven't been able to repair him yet."
Both girls turned to the yellow robot, their expressions soft; they could both feel sympathy for Bumblebee: they couldn't imagine a day without their voices. Although, they could imagine many people who wanted them speechless.
"But… you'll fix him, right?" Sam questioned, a little forcefully, looking at Ratchet.
The medical officer nodded, "It is only a matter of time."
Sam found herself smiling at the yellow robot: he was... cute, dare she say it. Bumblebee noticed that the human girl was looking at him with a smile on her face and he was surprised to find himself pleased that she was looking at him.
Kim looked between her sister and the bot (which wasn't difficult, since she was used as a human shield by Sam), raising an eyebrow at the glances they were exchanging, but decided not to tell anything.
Letting go of her sister's shoulder, Sam turned to Optimus Prime. "Why are you here?"
"We are here looking for the All Spark. And we must find it before Megatron and the Decepticons." The leader answered.
"Mega-what?" Sam questioned while, at the same time, Kim asked beside her. "Decepti-who?"
The large robot raised his right hand to the side of his head as if he was annoyed, but then he projected a holographic view of an unfamiliar, metallic world. The ground took on a dark sheen, and parts of it cracked and fell down, revealing something that looked like molten lava, and all around them large towers and spiked spires rose out of the ground.
"Our planet was once a powerful empire, peaceful and just." Optimus Prime began solemnly, "Until we were betrayed by Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. All who defied them were destroyed. Our war finally consumed the planet and the All Spark was lost to the stars. Megatron followed it to Earth, where Captain Witwicky found him."
Kim was tapping on a spire, looking very interested in what she was doing. "Wow! A rendering based on photons to make…" she turned her head to Sam, who was staring at her like she was the alien robot and Kim decided to hold her tongue. "Sorry." she jerked back from the spire as the hologram disappeared and folded her hands behind her back, trying to look innocent. "Go on."
Sam turned her head from her weird sister and asked Optimus, "Captain Witwicky? Our grandfather?"
Optimus
Prime nodded solemnly before continuing, "It
was an accident that intertwined our fates. Megatron crash-landed
before he could retrieve the Cube. Your
ancestor discovered him in what you call the Arctic Circle and he
accidentally
activated his navigation system. The coordinates to the Cube's
location on Earth were imprinted on his glasses."
"All Spark? What is it?" Kim asked.
"Before time began, there was the Cube. We know not where it comes from. Only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That was how our race was born. It's also the spark of Primus, to which all sparks return upon the deactivation of their bodies." Optimus provided.
"So, it's kind of like your God. Interesting..." Kim put a hand under her chin, thoughtfully. "Are all Cybertronians monotheists or do you have different religions, like here on Earth?"
"Kim!!" Sam groaned annoyed.
"What? You know I love studying other cultures." Kim replied.
"Really? I like 'em too!" Jazz said, a big grin on his face.
Kim smiled slightly at him. Sam knew her sister sucked up culture like a sponge sucked up spilled water. If the robot was even half as interested in culture as she was, they'd quickly break out into a discussion of Earth and alien culture.
The two didn't have the time, though. Ironhide, with the side of his large gun, pushed Jazz on the shoulder making him stumble a bit as he was staring at the human girl, saying-
"Hey, looks like you finally found someone like you."
Jazz
just smiled and, judging from the position of the plates on his face,
he made a move similar to rolling his eyes. Kim, however, looked away
from both, blushing.
Sam
snorted at her. "Can we please return to the matter at hand? And,
please, quit hitting on an alien robot."
"I'm not hitting on him!" Kim defended herself.
Sam grinned. "Are too!"
"Am not!" Kim frowned.
Optimus made a sound as he was clearing his throat and both girls looked up. For a moment they forgot about the leader.
"I'm sorry to sound urgent, but we need Captain Witwicky's glasses." Optimus said.
"His glasses?" Sam sputtered, "How did you know about his glasses?"
"eBay..." Optimus Prime answered.
"eBay?" Kim raised a brow. Sam started to back away from her sister, slowly.
"The glasses have been sold on eBay two weeks ago by NicholasvanRijn217." Ratchet added.
"Wait, even Robocop said something about it." Kim started.
"One of the Decepticons' scouts called Barricade." Optimus corrected.
"Whatever. But I didn-" Kim's eyes went wide in realisation and she automatically narrowed them, turning on her heels to stare at her retiring sister. "YOU!"
"Uh… Kim… honey... now, please, relax…" Sam raised her hands in defence. She suddenly felt in the little robot's shoes, or rather chassis, when her sister hacked him away.
"You used my laptop! Again?!" Kim's voice was a menacing hiss that could freak the crap out of a Decepticon.
"Well… um… You see… It wasn't my fault…" Sam cringed. "Ok... it was my fault, but… It was mom's idea! She told me to sell them!" Sam swallowed hard. They seemed suddenly unaware of the five robots staring at them dumbfounded. Kim sighed deeply, as she was fighting the urge to rip her sister to shreds.
"What? You… you aren't going to kill me, bursting into a fireball of repressed rage, death and fury?" Sam said surprised, looking at her sister. "Wow... those anger management classes really do work." Sam muttered.
"No, Sam." Her sister looked at Kim's eyes, "I'm just going to get medieval on you... slowly." Kim stated, putting her hands on her hips, with a murderous glare in her eyes.
"Oh, Primus! Tell me those two are not like the Twins!" Ironhide muttered to Ratchet.
Growing annoyed by the humans' discussion, Optimus called them, "Girls, please!"
Both looked up at him and immediately felt sorry for acting like two baby sisters in front of five aliens.
"Sorry." They whispered.
Optimus nodded and continued, "We really need the glasses."
"If the Decepticons find the All Spark, they will use its power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army." Ratchet added.
"And the human race will be extinguished." Optimus Prime finished. "Sam, Kim. You hold the key to Earth's survival." Sam almost fainted when he said that.
"Please tell me you have those glasses." Kim begged her.
"I do."
The Autobots transformed. Sam headed over to Bumblebee and, as Kim started walking towards him too, Jazz opened his driver's side door, "Come on, lil' lady."
Kim laughed and got into Jazz.
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