Simmons was surprised that he had not gotten into a car accident on his way to work with the way he was driving. The last 24 hours were something that he almost wished had never happened. Key word was almost, finding out that you had basically been committing genocide to alien children was not something anyone wanted to find out about themselves or their family. His great, great grandfather was Walter Rutherford Simmons a Romanian immigrant who knew more about electricity than anyone else of his time he was hired to help with Project Iceman. His son, Rodger Raymond Simmons, took over when he could no longer help. He married the first woman ever to work for Sector 7 Marry Romano a spitfire Italian woman who would give birth to his grandpa Grant Rutherford Simmons, he opted to travel the world looking for other artifacts like Iceman. It was when he stopped in Egypt he met his grandmother Rana Nader and fell head over heels and they married soon after. His father William Rutherford Simmons was the first scientist ever to siphon energy off the cube meet his mother Tova Anael Fischer, when he went to Romania to get in touch with his roots the Latino Romanian woman was there to visit her Bunica. Seymour Rutherford Simmons was about seven when the first red eyed drone was made and took his Tata's left pinky with it.
It wasn't soon after he started the family business that they started the policy that as soon as the drone started to break the box you kill it. Simmons remembered on of the rare blue-eyed drones that was made his first week the drone made from a pager just chirped and warbled in the box for two weeks before it off lined. At the thought of the blue eyes Simmons had to pull over and through up as he realized that he had basically watched a baby starve to death. He groaned 'today was not going to be a good day' he though as he looked at the egg he eaten not too long ago. "Let's get this over with" he said to himself as he got back into the car putting today off was not going to make him feel any better and if he put it off to long he would not be able to talk to Tom and save the new sparkling.
Thomas "Tom" Banachek had known Simmons ever since he had started to work for Sector Sever and in all that time he had known him he had never seen him so shaken up as he was now. "Tom I need to talk to you."
"Simmons are you okay you look like you should be in medical right now."
"Thomas, I need to talk to you know in your office I have something to show you."
That got his attention Simmons had not called him Thomas in twenty years and last time he did it was when NBE 4 had killed half of his team. He just knew that whatever Simmons was going to tell him it was going to be bad. He headed to his office with Simmons right on his heels. He waited until the door was closed before speaking. "What has you so spooked Seymour?"
"Well for starters Agent Willton has been setting illegal coyote traps around the path again but that's not the problem the problem was how I found out by running into NBE 13."
Thirteen? but as far as Banachek knew there was only 12 on file so far.
Simmons grabs his computer and uploads a file for him to see "I was going to call for back up but his actions towards the Coyote stopped me listen to his tones and tell me what it reminds you of."
Banachek watched the dark NBE start to croon to the Coyote was he freeing form the trap in low soothing clicks and warbles. He watches as he treats the bloody paw before he strokes its fur and lets him loose. "What am I looking at and why didn't you call this in."
"Dam it Tom! Think about it. What do we do when we come accosted as wounded animal we treat it like a child talk to it in baby nonsenses now listen again and tell me what it sounds like to you."
So, he plays it back and takes away the fact that it is alien and listens to the tones once again it sounds like some sort of techno lullaby. It was acting like a person that just wanted to help the blue-eyed bot was not showing any aggression and was acting like a person. If they were sentient and if they have a lullaby that means that they have children. If they had children, they that meant…. Oh God!
Simmons spotted the moment that Tom was starting to get what he was trying to tell him "Now you get why I was so freaked out. If those drones are not drones we may have a problem on our hands that will get even worse when the adults find out what we have been doing to their kids." He hands him the trash can as Tom lost his breakfast. "We have to know if we have committed genocide or not I figure that after the drone test today we can play this to it and if it reacts like a child if it does we have to stop. I don't care if its alien it's still alive. We will also need to stop experimenting on the six drones that we have in the labs. I have also gone over my personal files and have noticed that the Blue-eyed NBEs do not attack us the red ones do. I am not saying that we should stop hunting the big ones down but maybe we should just take them into confinement until we can get a means to communicate with them and find out what the heck we have been doing for the last thirty years."
"FU$$ Children I hope your wrong Sim because if you're not… God I don't even want to know what kind of mess we have created."
"How do you think I feel I have been hunting them down my entire life and I have pulled the trigger for quite a few of the drones. Heck I have even enjoyed it, but if they're babies…. What kind of monster dose that make me?" The two of them were silent there was just no words that would make this any better. Simmons looks at the clock on the wall "test starts in ten minutes let's get this over with one way or another."
"let's go, you have an audio ready?"
"What kind of amateur do you take me for?"
Banachek walked into the vault today they were going to test cubes energy on a laptop normally he was existed to see the results of the transformation but today it only brought dread. "Proceed" he told the techs happy that his voice didn't hold any of the nerviness he felt. The laptop transformed into one of the rare blue eyes. "Agent Simmons play the tape." The little bot crooned and chirped as it rubbed its helm against the glass trying to get comfort form the person it couldn't see sinning the lullaby.
"Sir?" asked a confused Tech as this was not normal behavior form the drones even if it was one of the docile blue-eyed ones.
"Call a staff meeting we have new information about the NBEs come to light and stop all the experiments on the drones immediately." He lets out a shaky breath "Dam it Seymour! Why did you have to be right?"
"Thomas this is the one time I would have been happy to be wrong" he said wondering what Jazzy was doing while his world burned.
Jazzy cackled at nothing in particular. Wheeljack sighed "What are you plotting now?"
"My Cade, Cade! He is here, and he is not trained yet and he even has a pet right now."
"No!"
"But..."
"N O, no Jazzy if he doesn't fight Bee then Sam will never trust him."
Jazzy pouts "everyone runes my fun."
"Look I'm not saying not to go after him at all just wait until after he fights Bee then you can get him."
Jazzy perks up at this "I can wait, I'll just get Tom and Simmy to help me plan. Oooh Fun times and happy days for me and I can get Starstar." Jazzy grimaced as she remembered something "well maybe not Starstar last time it took me, Cool Cat, his trine, and the sky-high gang to keep him grounded. Maybe I can try getting Jetfire."
"Yes Jazzy" Wheeljack loved his kith, but sometimes, even with his crazy processor, he didn't understand the force of nature known as Jazzy. When it got to that point it was best to just grin node and say yes ma'am it would save you a whole lot of processor ache in the future. Cause as unhinged and crazy she may seem she could out plan Prowl and Soundwave if she wanted. "Crazy Femm" he muttered.
"And Proud of it!"
