Chapter 4
The room that they'd been out in upon arrival was spacious but fairly empty. Only a table and chairs occupied the open space. The room wasn't designed for comfort as the current occupants had found out not long after they been left there. Maggie shook her head in slight disgust as she watched Glen devour another donut.
Glasses, a pitcher of water, and a plate piled high with donuts had been placed in the room with them not long after they'd been closed in and so far Glen had eaten about half of the pastries on the plate himself. He'd been nice and had offered her one but she turned his offer down. Watching him scarf down food like a starving Snorlax had killed any desire that she might had had for food. Besides she was more worried about what was going to happen to her and Glen.
"Look," Glen said while brushing crumbs off of his shirt, "I know how theses guys work okay. It's just like in the movies. They're gonna come in here and play bad cop good cop. And no matter what don't say a word okay. We gotta stick together."
Maggie had just enough time to shake her head and wish, not for the first time, that the FBI agents that had brought them to their little room hadn't taken their pokéball belts, it would have been nice to have had Sparky or Autumn or one of her other pokémon out for comfort, before the room's windowless door opened and admitted light and a single FBI agent.
Upon seeing the big and serious looking man entering the room Glen shot a single look at Maggie before pushing himself away from the table that they were sitting at putting distance between him and his associate. His resolve crumble when the agent in front of them gave them a stern look before tossing a file on the table between them. Glen shot up form his seat.
"She did it. She's the one you want!" Glen said, pointing. "I was just at home playing videogames! It's all her! I'll do whatever you guys want! I'll even wear a wire!" Glen's voice was frantic as he talked and he was either on the urge of blubbering or throwing up. Maggie didn't care witch it was as she shot her friend an outraged look.
"Glen, you're a freak." she said her voice cross.
"I'm not going to jail for you or for anybody. I haven't done anything really bad in my entire life." Glen's voice was still frantic as he spoke. "I'm still a virgin! Okay so I downloaded a lot of music and I might have hacked the CIA once or twice but I just wanted one of those badges! I'll give it back I swear!"
"Glen, shut the hell up!" Maggie all but roared at the man sitting next to her. Usually it would have worked as well but given the circumstances Maggie's command had no effect on her friend.
Glen simply ignored her in favor of the man standing in front of them babbling on as if he hadn't even heard her. The days events had simply been too much for the man to handle and he'd finally cracked under the pressure. There was after all only so much a person could take before they snapped.
"Don't talk to me criminal!" Glen shouted before blinking and wobbling a little bit. He had to grad hold of the table to keep himself still. "Whoa, something in the donuts." Maggie snorted and shook her head at the sad sight that Glen presented.
"It's called sugar Glen. You only ate half the plate of donuts." Maggie turned her attention from Glen to the agent that was still standing in the room with them. He was watching them with a look of professional detachment and Maggie was sure that there was a recorder somewhere on his person taping their conversation.
"Listen to me," Maggie growled, "They downloaded a file about some old seafaring captain named Witwicky. Glen and I found it in the material that was downloaded. I have no idea what it means but if it's of importance to them then it needs to be of importance to us. I'm not a linguist but I know that Witwicky isn't Russian, or Korean, or Chinese. You have got to tell Keller about this before we end up going to war with the wrong country."
The agent in front of her didn't respond in any way. His eyes didn't move nor did his mouth twitch at what Maggie had just told him. It seemed that he cared about as much about what she'd said as about what Glen had babbled to him.
It was utterly infuriating to Maggie. It seemed that Glen cared about what she'd said about as much as the agent had. He paid neither one any attention as he searched through his pockets for a pain pill. Maggie clenched her teeth as she turned her attention towards Glen again and looked at him with a mixture of pity and contempt.
"If you throw up it had better be in a direction I ain't"
Ooo
The night was quiet as a newly done over Camaro carrying two teens and their various pokémon (only one was out of its ball) drove into the empty parking lot of the observatory on the edge of town. The Camaro rolled to a stop and both of its doors opened allowing its occupants to exit. Sam took a deep breath of the cool night air as he climbed out of the car. The area they were in was empty and he wasn't quite sure why they had stopped there.
He'd much rather have been back at the preserve checking on things there. He'd been gone far longer than he'd meant to be and he was sure that the pokémon that helped him were probably worried. He wasn't gone for unexplained amounts of time often and never had he been out so late without at least one of them knowing where he was.
At least the pokémon that were there would make sure all the other pokémon were fed while he was gone. He felt bad because none of the pokémon with him had eaten since lunch and while that was okay for Clover and Mojo it wasn't good for Orion and Yin.
The two baby pokémon were probably starving. Sadly he didn't have anything for them to eat with him which meant that they'd just have to wait a while longer for their dinner. While he didn't like having hungry pokémon with him it was something that he couldn't worry about at that moment. He had other things to focus on. Both Sam and Mikaela waited for the car's radio to offer up an informative song or clip.
They got neither. The car's radio was silent in the night. The two teens looked at each other before walking around towards the front of the car Clover hot on Sam's heels. They stood in silence for a minute or two wondering what they were supposed to be doing. Mikaela tilted her head back in order to look at the night sky. The sky was devoid of clouds and clear the stars bright and visible in the low light of the area. It was then that she saw what the alien wanted them to see.
"Sam, look." Mikaela whispered. It was almost like she was afraid that raising her voice would ruin the wonder of the moment. Feeling her wonder Sam looked up at the sky as well. Something was lighting up the clouds. It wasn't lightning of that Sam was sure for there weren't any storm clouds and it was too cool out for it to be heat lightning. No it was something else.
"That's odd." Sam murmured to himself. As they looked on, what looked like a comet struck the atmosphere and separated into four smaller pieces. It was impossible of course because comets didn't shatter when they hit the atmosphere. Maybe shatter wasn't the appropriate word. Separate seemed like a more accurate word for what the comet had done. It didn't matter much however as the four comet's (for lack of a better word) fell to the earth.
One of them struck a field maybe half a mile away if that. A tree ignited and brush was destroyed as rock and dirt geysered into the air. The ground rumbled beneath the teens feet as the piece of comet struck. Mikaela took hold of Sam's arm holding on tight. Sam reached out for one of her arms as well neither teen realizing what they were doing. Only when the comet had stopped moving did the realize what they were doing and let go of each other.
"Sorry." Mikaela said embarrassed. Sam shook his head.
"It's okay." he muttered. The two of the gazed in the general direction of where a field had just been torn up and wondered what to do. They didn't seem to realize that three other comets had were drawing attention elsewhere.
Ooo
The attention of the crowd, which had be focused on the baseball game being played below them, shifted from field to sky as something flew past their heads and crashed to the ground somewhere outside of the stadium.
Ooo
In a small café in town a group of teenagers about the same age as Sam and Mikaela were goofing around with their food. Or to be more precise two of them were goofing off and the third was filming them with a camera. Their background changed suddenly however when something massive and glowing slammed into the street.
Screams filled the café as people began to panic. The teenager holding the camera however ran through the chaos trying to film whatever had fallen to the street. His thoughts were filled with network exposure and royalty checks instead of fear.
Ooo
A sound like a thunderclap roused the small fire year old girl and her Skitty from their sleep. The girl picked up her pet as she climbed out of her bed and walked towards her window. She arrived just in time to see something splash into their pool sending water and pool toys in every direction.
The girl smiled revealing an empty space where a baby tooth had once been. Putting her Skitty on the floor she ran towards her bed and dug ender her pillow until she found the tooth that her parents had had her place there when she'd gone to bed earlier that evening.
Ooo
The amazement that Sam and Mikaela felt when the Camaro transformed back into a robot was still as strong as it had been the first time that the car had transformed. The alien turned to look at them before it began making its way towards the crash sight that was only a field or two away. Neither Sam nor Mikaela were sure if they should follow. It was only when Clover began trotting after the alien did Sam start walking.
Mikaela started following soon after. The trail they followed was lined by flaming brush and various other debris from where the comet had fallen to the ground. The ditch that it had left upon impact was impressive both in its depth and its length. The whole time they walked the yellow mech was in front of them. Nothing concealed the comet when they finally got close enough to see where it.
"You know we should probably be walking in the other direction." Mikaela said as she stepped closer to Sam. Sam shook his head slightly.
"If there had been any danger I don't think he would have let us come with him. Clover wouldn't have followed him either." Mikaela raised an eyebrow at Sam.
"Since when is this thing a he and not an it?" she asked. Sam simply shrugged and looked at the mech in question.
"I don't know but he just seems like a he to me. It's possible that he may be a she or an it but something about calling it a he feels right."
"Call it whatever you want to call it." Mikaela said as they shifted their attention from each other to the comet. Sam rubbed his temples for a moment. This was one of the few times that a headache threatened to appear when it was just him and one other person. Mikaela seemed set on being difficult.
"C'mon," he said keeping his voice at least halfway pleasant, "Don't you wanna know what he is?" Because Sam wanted to know what these things before them were any why he could seem to feel any emotions coming off of them.
"I'm curious about how a acetylene torch works too," Mikaela said her voice tense, "But I don't go sticking my nose into the flame." Frustration, tension, and fear rolled off of Mikaela.
Sam could only shake his head slightly. He wasn't going to argue with her at least not until whatever was happening actually happened and not a moment sooner. The argument between them ended abruptly as they reached the edge of the whole that the comet had caused in its fall. Embedded in the earth at the bottom of the ravine that its fall had created was a complex knot of steaming metal that dripped hot silvery beads.
Even standing a few yards away they could feel the heat that was rolling off of the object not even Clover who was more suited to higher temperatures dared to go no more than five or six feet closer than Sam and Mikaela. As the group watched the silvery beads that had been dripping down the metal retraced the paths and disappeared into the metal of the egg shaped object before them.
When the metal egg began to crack open both Sam and Mikaela moved so that they were standing behind the yellow mech that seemed to be acting as their protector. Even Clover seemed to think that it was best to be as far away from the now moving sphere of metal as possible. The group watched as what appeared to be a leg emerged from within the shell. It was soon followed by a second leg and a pair of arms.
Soon the entire shell had moved and folded into the silhouette that was now rising into the air. Watching the metal sphere turning into the being that was now rising into the air before them wasn't very different than watching pokémon eggs hatch Sam mused. If you ignored the fact that pokémon eggs didn't hatching to larger than life robots from outer space.
The silhouette stood some thirty feet tall by the time it was finished standing. Their yellow guardian remain unmoved by the sight of the other robot. In fact he had yet to move at all. It almost seemed as if he was waiting or something else to happen. Despite what he'd said earlier Sam wondered if they should start looking for some thicker trees. So that should it come to a fight between the two robots in front of them they'd have a better place to hide then behind his transformed car.
Even Clover who was never intimidated by anything (Sam had seen her go up against Onix and not be a bit nervous) seemed to feel that it wasn't wise to stand in the way of the huge mech in front of them. Sam, Mikaela, and Clover all cringed slightly when the immense form in front of them began to turn their way. It stopped however when a blast from the horn of an eighteen-wheeler tore through the air.
The mech in front of them turned towards the sound the alien mechanoid swiftly and efficiently transcanned the bid truck as it barreled by on the road hidden behind a steep incline. Neither the truck nor the driver were harmed by the action.
In fact the driver was completely unaware of the fact that anything significant had just happened to his vehicle. By the time the rig had made it a considerable distance down the road a second, identical truck was sitting in the bottom of the alien made ravine.
Ooo
The street that the small silver mech moved down was deserted. The crowd had died away with the day and so no one was there to watch as the mech made his way towards the main building of one of Tranquility's many car dealerships. Blue optics took in the vehicles that sat on either side of him as he walked through the lot always on the lookout for something that was suitable. Nothing in the lot seemed good enough and if it was it wasn't the right size.
The main building however had something in it that was more than suitable for his needs. The car that sat on one of the slowly turning turntable's on the showroom floor was perfect. Low to the ground and silver it looked fast and powerful. It was just the right size as well. Transcan beams swept over every inch of the vehicle, recording everything from the pattern made by the wheels treads to the overpriced paint.
Ooo
Curiosity had overcome good sense as a group of people gather outside of the restaurant that they'd been inside of only minutes before. Two teens followed behind the camera wielding friend as he made his way towards the area where the flaming object had touched down.
The hole that had been blasted into the side of an abandoned electronics shop was large and fiery and hard to miss. Cop cars and ambulances had already arrived on the scene by the time the three teens reached the area. The teen with the camera was sweeping the lens back and forth across the scene catching everything that was going on from the whole in the building, to the busy rescue teams and the general confusion about what had happened.
"Hey, maybe it was a meteor!" The cameraman blurted suddenly. "That kind of stuffs supposed to worth a lot of money." The teen would have put his camera aside and gone off to search for valuable fragments of space rock except that in order to do that he'd have had to get close to the still for to hot to go anywhere near the hole in building.
Around the teens, firefighters were getting hoses out and putting on protective gear in order to go inside the building. The young cameraman growled low in his throat. The firefighters were going to get all the good stuff. One of his friends pointed towards the hole in the wall.
"Look. I think there's something moving in there." The figure that the teen was pointing at was massive in size and unidentifiable. They caught only a glimpse of it before smoke began bellowing out of the hole.
"What is it?" The teen with the camera asked as he took a slow step forward. There was something coming towards them from inside of the building. All three teenagers began to back up.
"What is that?" one of the teens asked. An emergency vehicle burst forth from the smoke not seconds later, it turned a hard right and took off down the street to an unknown destination. The three teens found themselves hoping that there wasn't a passenger in the vehicle for it tilted so that it was only on two wheels for a moment.
They had no need to worry. For there was no one inside of the vehicle. In fact had anyone been able to take a closer look at it they would have found that it was an exact copy of one of the emergency vehicles that had arrived minutes before.
Ooo
The warm mist that rose from the expensive swimming pool didn't seem to bother the little girl or the Skitty that followed a few steps behind her. How her parents hadn't heard the splashing in the pool or her decent down the stars she didn't know but she was glad that they were still asleep because if they had caught her out like she was she would have gotten into trouble.
The fact that the patio that she and her little pink companion were walking on was soaking wet only seemed to fuel her excitement. A dark shape was rising up through the mist that poured from the pool as it climbed out of the water.
The little girls Skitty hissed as the water that was falling from the rising form hit the patio near it. The little kitten ran back into the house when a few drops finally managed to hit it on the head. The five year old ignored her silly pet and turned to the tall shape that had only just managed to climb out of their pool. She held one of her hands out in front of herself her palm open so that the tooth she'd been holding was visible.
"Daddy says I get five dollars but I want ten." The robot ignored her in favor of looking about its current surroundings. The first thing his optics landed on was a big black dually pickup truck parked in the neighbors driveway. Stepping around the pool the mech pushed aside a pair of fully grown trees and stepped on the fence separating the little girls property from her neighbors.
By the time the five year olds parents had managed to stumble down from their bedrooms the robot had all but disappeared. Still half asleep the adults could do nothing but stare at their ruined backyard in shock. The girls mother toed a ruined inflatable pool toy with her foot.
"Good god!" What happened to the pool?" her father asked his voice thick with shock. The little girl answered her voice holding no fear at all only disappointment.
"The tooth fairy did it." The sudden sound of a rumbling engine caused the parents to turn their attention towards the street where an expensive black GMC truck was headed towards the nearest intersection. Even in the darkness they could tell that it looked exactly like the truck that belonged to their neighbors. The truck that was still sitting in their driveway.
Ooo
None of them had any idea where they were going. In fact they'd spent most of their night fairly clueless and it seemed very likely that they would spend the rest of it that way. The secluded alleyway on the edge of town that the black and yellow Camaro pulled into sometime after they seen the big mech turn into a semi wasn't really what they were expecting.
It seemed more like a place where someone would be taken to be shot not a place to meet being from outside of their world. Sam and Mikaela sat in silence for a moment before they looked at each other.
"Should we get out?" Mikaela asked her voice slightly nervous.
"I think we have to," Sam said, "He can't change with us sitting in the front seats." Mikaela gave him a tense nod in return. The doors on either side of them popped open. It was either an invitation or a command for them to get out.
"Well lets go meet the rest of them." Sam said. He sounded much braver than he felt. For half a moment Sam wished that he hadn't returned Clover to her pokéball but she been tired the days events having taken more out of her than even she seemed willing to admit and Sam wasn't going to ignore her exhaustion even if she seemed set on doing it.
Besides it there was any danger he had Mojo and two other pokémon that were battle worthy with him. Plus he seriously doubted that the aliens intentions had changed very much in the fifteen minutes that had passed since they'd left the field full of burning brush. Mikaela stared at him for the briefest of moments before replying.
"Sure why not the hell not?" Her tone was only slightly sarcastic. She was still scared but that was okay because Sam was too. To an extent. The fact that he couldn't seem to feel any sort of emotion from the robots left him unnerved. He didn't like not knowing if the things around him meant him any harm or not.
He was far too used to knowing and not knowing felt almost wrong. But he'd find out what they wanted and if they meant him or Mikaela any harm soon enough. The sound of rumbling engines greeted them as they climbed out of the car. A quartet of vehicles each as different as the next emerged from the other end of the alleyway.
Both teens weren't very willing to go very far away from Sam's transformed car. Their refusal to move no more than three or four feet away from the yellow and black vehicle didn't matter however because no sooner had the semi neared them before Sam's car moved backwards by several feet putting plenty of space between it and the teens. Sam and Mikaela glanced at each other as the semi stopped in front of them. It was close enough that either one of the teenagers could have reached out and touched the grill.
Neither one of them did however because no sooner had it stopped before it started transforming again. Having witnessed only three similar transformations before Sam wasn't quite sure if any of the previous transformations measured up to the change that he was witnessing. As it turned out none of them were even half as grand as the towering being that stood before him and Mikaela at that moment.
The same sense wonderment filled the teens as the four other vehicles that surrounded them began the transformation process. Though after seeing the semi transform into the bipedal wonder that stood before them the transformations of the others seemed a little less grand. It was of course still impressive and Sam was sure that no mater how many times he saw the robots in front of him switch back and forth between their two forms it would remain impressive.
It was almost like watching a pokémon evolve. It was something that you'd want to see again and again. Looking up at the various robots around them Sam and Mikaela watched as the aliens glowing blue optics began to glow a little brighter. It was as if some soft of internal process had begun. Unknown to the two teens the four newly arrived robot had just picked up the nearest Wi-Fi broadcast and went online.
As the two watched on the mechs proceeded to download every useful piece of information off of the internet. It didn't take them very long at all. When their search for knowledge was finished the read and blue mech that had been the semi bent down so that his head was almost level with Sam and Mikaela. The voice that emerged from the mech was deep and carried an air of command. It was also carefully muted so that its owner didn't frighten those that he was speaking with.
"Are you Samuel James Witwicky? Biological descendant of Archibald Witwicky?"
"Yeah." Sam said in a quiet voice. He half wondered if he should have responded at all because the memory of the last thing that had wanted to know if he was someone that was being looked for was still sharp in his mind. He did however doubt that the being before him was going to kill him like the other one had seemed determined to do. It didn't really matter anyways because he'd already replied.
"I am Optimus Prime." the robot said introducing itself.
"It's nice to meet you. I guess." Sam said.
"We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron." Optimus said as if Sam hadn't spoken.
"Or you can call us Autobots for short." Sam and Mikaela turned to look at the chartreuse robot that transformed from the Hummer that had just spoken.
"Autobots?" Mikaela muttered lowly. Optimus nodded in confirmation then made a gesture with his hand at the silver robot that had been the sports car.
"My first lieutenant, designation: Jazz." The silver mech twisted around in a move hat looked like it had been taken from a music video before standing up straight and crossing his arms.
"What's crack'n little bitches?" Jazz asked. The sudden change from the almost regal voice of Optimus Prime to the street wise voice of Jazz was an almost unexpected change.
"How'd he learn to talk like that?" Sam asked.
"We have assimilated Earth's languages from your 'world wide web'. We did this not long ago. It wasn't very hard. While the information was extensive, the underlying conceptualizations are quite undemanding." Sam and Mikaela both blinked and looked at each other. Sam had to wonder if Optimus knew that they'd only understood like half of what the mech had just said.
If Optimus did he didn't show any signs. He merely continued were he had left off. "My weapons specialist: Ironhide." This time Optimus pointed towards the thickly armored black form that had been the black GMC truck.
"Are you feeling lucky punks?" Ironhide asked as the two cylinder shaped objects on his arms spun around like a cowboy rotating his gun around his finger. The end of each one was glowing ominously. One glowed blue and the other glowed orange. Mikaela cringed back. Sam however didn't.
He'd face many things in his life time that had meant him harm and while he'd just shoved the maws of his cannons in their faces Ironhide didn't mean them any harm whatsoever. He was just showing off.
"Easy Ironhide." Optimus rebuked. Ironhide snorted. "I just wanted to show them my cannons." Optimus said nothing in reply to Ironhide's statement. Instead he turned his attention to the mech that had been the emergency hummer.
"Our medical officer: Ratchet." The medic said nothing to them. Instead a scan ran almost instantly over both Sam and Mikaela. While there was nothing to be felt by the scan both Sam and Mikaela shivered as if someone had just walked across their graves. "I am pleased to inform you both that judging by your species inadequate standards both of you are perfectly healthy." Ratchet said. Though his tone of voice gave the teens the impression that they weren't healthy enough by his standards.
"Thanks. I guess." Mikaela said as she eyed the medic. She was quite sure that their current state of health wasn't any of his business. Ratchet's scan had left her feeling invaded somehow and she wasn't very keen on being scanned again though she had the feeling that both she and Sam probably would be scanned again whither they wanted to be or not. Sam on the other hand didn't seem to mind the momentary invasion of his person at all. He simply acted as if it hadn't happened.
In truth Sam was half amazed that the medical robot hadn't said anything about his empathic abilities. He'd been told that the part of his brain that controlled his ability was visible on just about every sort of brain scan available. It was possible of course that the alien might have just been scanning their bodies and not their brains.
In all accounts though it didn't really matter because he was sure that they'd find out about his little skill sooner or later. As the teens attention turned from Ratchet back to Optimus the large mech gestured at the one remaining member of their group. By now both teens were more than familiar with the yellow and black form standing next to them.
"You've already meat you guardian and our scout: Bumblebee."
"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee." Muhammad Ali's voice sounded from Bumblebee's internal speakers as the mech nodded his head vigorously. The lack of a spoken response caused Mikaela to ask Optimus a question.
"If you and the other can talk then why can't he?" she asked. It was Ratchet who answered.
"His vocal processors were badly damaged in battle. I have yet to be able to fix them completely. It is only a matter of time however." Sam and Mikaela nodded in understanding.
"Why are you here?" Sam asked.
"We are here looking for the Allspark and we must find it before Megatron and his Decepticons." Sam wasn't sure why but Megatron's name sent a shiver across his spine. The name sounded dangerous.
"Mega-who?" Mikaela asked. When Optimus next spoke there was regret in his voice.
"He was once my brother but he lost his way. He lusted for power and sought to keep the Allspark for himself. He became obsessed with controlling everything. Eventually he turned those that he was able to dominate against those that he could not. Those who were once builders became destroyers and those who at one time were protectors became killers. We named those who betrayed everything that we had once stood for Decepticons. Eventually war broke out amongst our different side and in time our battles consumed the entire planet."
From somewhere on the mechs helmet a three dimensional projection was displayed. The scene was that of an alien war held on an alien world composed of metal and other metallic based materials. Everywhere there was fire, smoke, and death. Nothing had been left untouched for miles upon miles.
The ground was littered with body parts from the aliens own species. The view shifted so that they were no longer looking at a war torn landscape. Instead they were looking at a silver mech. This mech was nothing like Jazz however. The silver armor that covered the mechs body was all sharp edges and deadly claws.
Even though it was only an image the being that they were looking at still seemed to radiate malice. The silver mech was standing over the much smaller form of a downed Autobot. Sam and Mikaela watched, horrified, as the silver beast plunged its hand into the smaller mechs chest and pulled out a sputtering sphere of blue white energy.
The sphere flickered for a few moments before the blue white energy died. The Autobot on the ground followed soon after. The pure straightforwardness of the action and the fact that apparently the being who had done it didn't care at all was enough to make both teens wince, cringe and step backwards. The thing in the image was a hundred thousand times worse than anything that the human race had to offer.
"For eon's the war in which we fought was locked in a stalemate. Neither side gaining the upper hand against the other. The constant fighting exhausted our reserves of energy and nearly caused the extinction of our entire race. The few who remained finally decided that the only way to put an end to the fighting was to leave."
As Optimus's sentence trailed to an end the silver figure that could only be Megatron gave a bellow of triumph before the image faded and disappeared.
It was Ironhide that continued. "Only the Allspark can bring our race back from the brink of extinction. For only it can give life to Transformers. That is why Megatron wishes to obtain it. Of with the Allspark he would finally posses the absolute power over our race that he desires."
Optimus once again continued speaking. "In an attempt to keep the Allspark out of Megatron's clutches we set it adrift in space. Since then I and my companions as well as Megatron and his ilk have been scouring the stars in an attempt to find it. We have finally succeeded in tracing it to your planet."
Sam and Mikaela looked at each other. Everything they were being told almost didn't seem real. Things like this happened to other people, not to high school students. But then again that always seemed to be the case in books and movies. Teenagers charged with saving the world from some evil villain. Only thing time it was real no matter how unreal it seemed.
"When the Allspark landed her it sent out a single signal. Megatron was the first to receive the signal as he followed it not long after the Allspark was cast from Cybertron and he followed it here. Only by an extreme stroke of luck was Megatron's arrival on your planet imperfect and in one of few places that could hold him. He fell victim to this planets ever shifting ice." Sam's eyes widened as realization smacked him in the back of the head with all the force of an annoyed Machamp.
"The Iceman. So my great-great grandpa wasn't as off his rocker as everyone thought he was." Now that their was more to them than another family tragedy Sam was considering keeping all of Archibald's stuff even if it was still only junk to him.
"Indeed." Ratchet responded. "Unfortunately for your ancestor his discovery of and subsequent physical encounter with Megatron triggered a tiny part of Megatron's hitherto dormant internal tracking device."
"According to your planets records," Jazz continued, "While the blast from Megatron's systems destroyed you ancestors sight it left a coded physical imprint as well."
Sam blinked. "What do you mean it left a coded physical imprint?" Sam asked because he'd never seen anything on his great-great- grandpa's belongings to hint at any sort of code and he'd looked them over good when he'd been listing things about them on eBay for whomever might have wanted to trade with him.
"The code was imprinted on his glasses." Optimus supplied.
"How do you know about his glasses?" Sam asked confused because really the monster cop had been asked about the glasses too. At lest now he knew why they seemed so fixated on the cracked pair of spectacles.
"eBay." Ironhide informed them.
"eBay." Sam mumbled to himself. It made sense of course because the cop car had mentioned his eBay page to.
"The Allspark is still here on you world but we can no longer detect it's signal. Something is blocking it." Jazz said as he shifted a foot ever so slightly.
"Do you know what's blocking it?" Mikaela asked. She was trying her best to keep up with the conversation being held between her and Sam and the four robots surrounding them. Bumblebee being unable to simply stood to the side making gestures and letting the others explain their current situation.
"We don't know but once we manage to find it we will return it to our homeworld." Ratchet sounded a bit sorrowful as he spoke but there was also an acute sense of hope in his tone as well. "If the Decepticons reach it first however they will use it to rebuild their army by using it to transform Earth's machines. Once that process is completed there will be no need for your world to continue to provide support its current forms of life. Megatron would see to it that nothing on this world survived." Optimus said.
Sam blinked as what Optimus had just said sank in completely. Global extinction of everything didn't sound like a good thing at all but Sam knew that it wouldn't be as easy a task to accomplish as Optimus made it sound.
There was more than their technology to take into account because they didn't use only technology in their everyday lives and to defend themselves. The Autobots weren't taking the worlds population of pokémon into account because even if it came down to the Decepticons trying to eradicate everything organic on the planet they'd have to get past the Legendaries and every other species of pokémon in order to do it.
Sam wondered if the Transformers (as Ironhide had called them) really understood the difference between animals and pokémon because even with the information that they'd gotten off of the internet it seemed like they didn't. Bumblebee at least should have understood having seen the pokémon around the preserve the day before and having been there for the battle that he and Mikaela had waged against the little spider bot though he had been fighting a battle of his own.
Not that their understanding really mattered because even if they didn't at the moment Sam knew that by the time everything was done and over with that they'd understand. They merely had to realize the difference between animals and pokémon. Mikaela's voice broke through his uncertain thoughts about the Autobots understanding of their world.
"Please tell me you still have those glasses."
Ooo
The interior of the C-17 was large. Large enough to carry cargo and passenger and pokémon while they were out of their pokéballs so long as they weren't to large or so long as their weren't to many out of their balls at one time. Among the latter was a team of Special Ops straight out of Qatar.
Lennox and his men were currently using the available time to take the allowed break from the duties that they would be forced to resume upon arrival to the States. A few of the soldiers were taking the chance to talk quietly amongst themselves but mostly they were taking the chance to rest. Further up in the belly of the plane a team of a different sort was bent over a table that was half surgery table and half of a mechanics shop.
The specialists that made up the team ranged from those able to sew up a body with ease to those who could take apart and put back together anything of the mechanical nature no nature what it was. All of them were currently bent over a piece of severed tail that had at one time belonged Skorponok.
The tail was slowly but surly repairing itself. It was a process that had every single man and woman on the team of specialists stumped like they had never been stumped before. None of them had even half a clue about how the piece of machinery was doing what it was because outside of certain pokémon (who still needed available materials to repair themselves) what was going on before them was imposable.
"Unbelievable. It's like some sort of self regenerating armor. Not even Magnezone or Electrode are able to repair themselves like this. They need metal to replace what's been destroyed." said the lead specialist.
Drawn by the conversation Lennox and his men slowly began working their way over towards the table where the severed piece of tail lay. Having been the one's to recover the tail in the first place they had been granted unlimited access to it during the dissection.
Lennox was the first member of the group to actually reach the table. He eyed the tail with a look of wonder and hate.
"The scorch marks show where the sabot round hit. Melted right through." Lennox pointed out as he ran a single finger alone the hole that had been burnt through the severed end of the tail. The leaser of the research team nodded his head as he reached over to grab a magnifying glass. He swung the glass object over the hole so that the area was enlarged.
As Lennox looked through the magnifier he noticed that the hole that had been burnt into the armor was different than the rest. It was the only part that wasn't regenerating. The lead researcher confirmed what he'd seen.
"It's the only part of the appendage that isn't regenerating." That little bit of information gave Lennox something to ponder.
"Aren't sabot rounds hot loaded to a six-thousand degree magnesium burn?" Lennox asked.
"They melt tank armor." Epps said as he wandered over to stand next to Lennox. "An explosive round would generate similar heat, but not for very long. But I think a mag burn would linger where it hit and stay hot for a lot longer. It might just stay hot long enough to do damage to whatever the hell this thing is made of." Epps continued. He was about to say more but was interrupted as the tail moved suddenly.
The tip of the tail seemed to leap upwards and them it slammed down so that the sharp tip went right through the table it had been laying on. Both soldiers and researchers were startled enough that they either leapt or stumbled backwards. One poor woman fell down completely and had to be pulled away from the table incase the tail decided that it wanted to move again.
There wasn't any need to worry for the danger had already passed and the tail had gone completely limp again. At least it was still for the moment. No one knew if it would decide that it wanted to jerk around again at a later time.
"Please tell me that that was the electric current added to a dead muscle twitch thing." Epps said as he eyed the now still piece of alien. His dark eyes watched the tail as if it might start moving again. Lennox turned towards the staring tech sergeant and spoke in an urgent voice.
"Epps get on the horn to Northern Command and I don't care if you have to use smoke signals to do it. We've gotta let them know that high heat sabot rounds are our weapon of choice. Recommend that they load um on anything that'll handle um. Let them know that high powered electric attacks can help slow um down. Hell for all we know if we get enough strong electric types together and attack these things we might just be able to kill them or at least slow them down."
Epps nodded and hurried off to find the nearest working communicator. As soon as Epps was gone the medical officer that had been waiting for them to stop talking stepped forward. Lennox recognized him as one of the medic's that had been working on Fig.
The man didn't speak. There was no need for him to not after he looked at Lennox and shook his head. The man's expression was grave and there was no need for words to pass between them for Lennox to know what the news about his friend was. Without a word of his own Lennox turned and rushed towards the front of the plane.
Fig was laying on a bed in the temporary infirmary that was currently housing injured soldiers from both the fight against Scorponok and the few that had survived the attack on the base and been left there. The medical staff had man the Spanish man as comfortable as possible. Despite what Lennox was sure was their best efforts Fig didn't look comfortable at all. He look really bad. He looked like he was dying.
Considering all the treatment that he'd received since they'd left that wasn't a good thing. There was one small measure of comfort however in the fact that someone had been smart enough to let Xiuhte out of his ball. The Flareon was currently laying beside Fig his head resting on the injured man's chest while Fig ran his fingers along its back.
Lennox knew that the movement was more for Fig's comfort than for Xiuhte's because the grey eyes that looked at him when he stepped behind the curtain told of a suffering that had only just started. As Lennox stepped into Fig's view he hoped that the smile he'd managed to put on his face was encouraging.
"Hey, amigo. Qué pasa?" Fig didn't respond immediately. It looked like he was fighting something beyond both his and the medic's control. Each word that left them man's mouth seemed to require a separate effort to get it to leave. Xiuhte whined softly and nudged Fig slightly in encouragement as the man spoke.
"If I hadn't seen it for myself. I never would have believes the crazy stuff going on." Fig's gaze was unfocused as he looked at Lennox. "You have to promise me that you're gonna stop these things man." Lennox tried his best to ignore the weak tone in his friends voice or the way his sentences were slowly spoken. He was trying his best to ignore the truth of the situation.
"Once your out of this damn bed and out in the field again you can stop 'em yourself. Ain't that right Xiuhte?"
"Eon Flar." Lennox took the Flareon's cry to be encouraging even though it almost didn't sound it. Fig ignored the pairs optimism because all three of them knew that he was dying and there was nothing that could be done about it. Fig knew that both Captain and pokémon were lying.
"Please, you have to promise me." The warrant officer was being as insistent as his current condition would allow. There was strength in his voice however as he tried to get the man before him to make the promise.
"I don't want to die for nothing Lennox. Not with sand in my boots…." Lennox tried to protest again but he wasn't able to. There was a lot to be said and not enough time to say what he needed too.
"Promise," Fig tried again and made a gesture with his hand. At the movement Lennox leaned closer to his friend and saw for the first time that he was holding something small and shiny in his hand. Lennox opened his hand so that Fig could place the item he was holding into his palm. It was the silver Jirachi medallion that Fig always wore around his neck.
The medallion was usually hidden underneath his shirt in order to protect it from the sun and sand. As soon as the medallion was pressed firmly into Lennox's hand Fig's eye's closed. It was impossible for Lennox to tell if his friend had been hurting when he'd died.
Lennox could tell by the whine's and whimpers coming from Xiuhte that the Flareon obviously was. The pokémon had buried its head in Fig's neck. Anyone that had seen Lennox's face at that moment would have known that the captain was.
Ooo
The drive back to the preserve was quiet and uneventful and for that Sam was thankful. The nights events so far were still running circles in his head as he tried to wrap his brain around everything he'd been told by the Autobots. The front gates of the preserve had never looked so welcome before. Mikaela's shocked gasp as they opened on their own was enough to make him smile.
"How?" she asked as they drove through. Sam laughed.
"I have a psychic type that stays near the gates and opens them for people. It's to dark out for you to see him right now or else I'd point him out to you." Sam said. Mikaela 'ohhed' and turned so that she was looking out of her window.
She'd been to the Morning Star Pokémon Preserve only once or twice before and that had been when she was very young. The only thing she could really remember was from her childhood was a large field full of booths and stalls. It had been some sort of festive or something and her parents had taken her.
She wasn't even sure if the festival still went on. It felt odd being in a place she didn't even half remember. While she could only see what Bumblebee's lights illuminated there was still quite a bit to look at. The road they were driving up seemed ridiculously long and it was lined on either side with thick trunked trees.
Every once in awhile she was able to make out what looked like a field in between tree trunks. Sam was quiet as he sat beside her and let her take in what she could in the dark.
"My parents brought me here when I was little." Mikaela said. She felt almost like she needed to start some sort of conversation. It seemed odd that Sam was so quiet about his home.
"Most people have been. A lot of our classmates got their first pokémon here. Or they used to come when my parents would hold the Fall and Spring Festivals." Sam looked at her as he spoke. "We stopped holding it here two years before my grandpa got sick."
Mikaela winced slightly when she remembered that Sam lived on the preserve by himself with nothing but his pokémon to keep him company. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit a sore spot." Mikaela apologized.
Sam gave her a crocked smile and shook his head. "It's okay. You didn't mean anything by it."
And she hadn't not really she'd just been making conversation. Seeing that Sam wasn't mad at her Mikaela decided that it was safe to ask him something else. Minus the sore spot in conversation.
"Why's your house so far away from the front gate?" Sam smiled and shook his head.
"I have no idea. I asked my grandpa once and not even he knew. I think it was a tradition or something from when the house was first built. At least that's my opinion about it." Sam said. He sounded as amused by her question as Mikaela herself was.
Mikaela found herself laughing lightly. "I guess if you want to make a good impression then a long driveway's one way to do it."
Sam nodded in agreement as Bumblebee slowed to a stop. They had arrived at their destination. As the two teens climbed out of the car Mikaela took the chance to get a good look at Sam's house. The home was illuminated by the Autobots headlights.
The house was two stories tall and white in color. The front porch stretched from one end of the front of the house to the other. The whole porch was fenced in by white wooden banisters and there was a porch swing at one end and a table and chairs at another.
There were even large flowerbeds running along both sides that started at the front porch steps and ended several yards past the actual house on either side. The more Mikaela looked at the house the more she couldn't place the building design. It wasn't Colonial and it didn't seem like it might have originated from the country.
The house was a mish mosh of styles all put together into something that looked homey and inviting. "Okay you guys stay here and wait for like fifteen minutes while I find the glasses." Mikaela turned her attention from the house to Sam, who was letting the Autobots know the plan in hopes that they'd be good robots and stay in the driveway while they were in the house. Mikaela wished him the best of luck.
While Sam talked Mikaela took the chance to walk up the stairs and look around the porch. Sadly there wasn't much more to be seen from her new position. The only thing her new perspective granted her the right off seeing were the scratches and burn marks on the porch's wood. The sound of feet on steps caused her to turn and look at Sam, who was making his way onto the porch as well.
"Your house is big." Mikaela said as she turned to look at Sam. He looked slightly frustrated but also slightly satisfied. She took that to mean that his little pow wow with the robots had gone well.
"It's an old house." Sam shrugged his shoulders. It was quite apparent that he didn't actually think about the size of his house all that often.
"Shall we head inside?" Sam asked.
"Sure." Mikaela said. She wanted to see the rest of his house or at least as much of it as he'd let her see. Sam smiled at her again before he reached out and opened the front door.
"You didn't lock your door when you left?" Mikaela asked as she gave Sam a look that clearly stated that she though he was an idiot. Sam merely looked amused and shook his head.
"Only an idiot would try and steel anything from this house. There are so many pokémon around here that even if they did manage it they wouldn't get away and that's only if they could get past the front gate."
"So your saying that your house is insanely safe." Mikaela said as the pair stepped into the dark house.
"More or less." Sam said as he flipped the lights on and closed the door behind them. "Are you hungry?" Sam asked. The question was so unexpected that Mikaela almost didn't answer.
"I guess." The fact that her stomach growled not long after went unnoticed by neither teen.
"I told them to wait for fifteen minutes so that we could grab something to eat real fast. I haven't eaten since breakfast and I figured that you hadn't eaten since lunch and its like eleven o'clock now. So while I go get the glasses you can fix something to eat and I'll join you in a few minutes."
Mikaela thought about the offer for a minute. She really was hungry and by the way Sam was talking he knew where the glasses were and all he needed to do was go grab them. Though it almost seemed like he didn't want her poking around upstairs or something. It was possible of course. She was feeling more than a little curious and was more than ready to go poking around in any room that she could get into.
"Sure I could eat. Just point me to the kitchen." Fulfilling her request Sam pointed towards a room that sat beside the living room. The two rooms were divided by a wall and the doorway wasn't really a doorway for there was no door but an arch cut into the wood.
"The light switch is on the left side. The bottom shelf in the fridge has soda and water and the bottom crisper has lunch meat and cheese in it. The utility drawer in beside the sink and cups are in the cabinet to the right. Plates are in the cabinet next to the cups. Did you get all that?" Sam asked after his long explanation. It took Mikaela a movement before she nodded.
"I got it now go get the glasses so we can eat and get out of here. I want this night to be done and over with already," Sam gave Mikaela another smile though this time it was slightly sad and somewhat pittying. Sam had no intention of letting Mikaela know that their adventure was nowhere near complete at least not yet.
No there was a lot more to their adventure than met the eye and Sam had a feeling that they were in it for the whole thing. He watched for a moment as Mikaela made her way towards the kitchen. Hopefully making something to eat would keep her from snooping around. The last thing he needed was for her to wake up the pokémon sleeping in the nursery.
He doubted that Tilly and Thatch would appreciate being woken up after they'd had to do his job all day long. He'd have been mad if he were them. He couldn't focus on that at the moment however because he needed to get up to his room and grab the glasses.
Then he was going to fix something for Orion and Yin to eat and if he was lucky he'd have enough time to eat to before they had to get the glasses to the Autobots. Sam's feet pounded softly on the carpeted stairs as he made his way up to his room. Things were changing again and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing yet.
The Autobots seemed alright. They seemed like they could be trusted and that they were good. But a part of him remembered the Decepticon (for it could have only been a Decepticon) that had thrown him into the car underneath the overpass and had had murder in its blood red optics. With the Autobots came the Decepticons and the threat that they possessed.
For having known them for only a few hours he knew that they could be trusted and that after everything was over he would be thanked for whatever small part he played in the events that were to take place before they left for their homeworld. That was of course so long as the Decepticons didn't get to the Allspark first.
The Autobots were a risk not only to him, no he could live with his own life being in danger because it was always in danger with his job, but the chance that they would be a danger to the pokémon on the preserve was what bothered him the most. Nothing scared him more than something putting the pokémon he cared for in danger.
Reaching out into the darkness of his room Sam's hand ran along the wall until his fingers touched the light switch. Pale light filled the room seconds later as the light flickered on. His room was neat even though his bed was unmade. It would however take him a minute or two to dig the glasses out of the box they were in. A loud crash from outside of the house caused Sam to jump and run towards one of the windows that lined his room.
Sam wasn't sure if the sight that met him when he looked outside should have surprised him or not. For milling about his backyard were five alien robots. They'd sat in the front drive all of four and a half minutes before deciding that it was time to get up and move around. Yanking one of the windows open Sam didn't quite yell at the mechs outside.
"Could you guys make a little more noise? I don't think you woke the baby pokémon sleeping in the nursery." Sam wasn't sure if he wanted to know where the crashing noise had come from or not. He would avoid looking down at the robots feet if it killed him because the last thing he needed to see was a section of the nursery's pen destroyed under large feet. Five pairs of blue optics fixed on him almost immediately.
"We must have the glasses." Optimus said his tone urgent. Sam had to swallow back the first response that popped in his head.
"I know but could you guys at least give me enough time to get them and get something to eat. You've been looking for eons a few more minutes won't kill you and I swear that if you wake up the pokémon in the nursery not even the Legendaries will save you." Sam ended his sentence with an annoyed growl as he stared down the alien robots that had invaded his backyard.
Not waiting to see if his orders were followed Sam turned and made his way towards the closet and the box sitting within. The glasses were inside the box all he had to do was get them and then he could go feed Yin and Orion and get himself something to eat as well. The closet door squeaked terribly as he opened it and the light flickered wildly when he pulled the cord.
The desired box was sitting on one of the shelves in the back of the closet. It took Sam a matter of seconds to dig the desired glasses out of their box and before he knew it he was making his way back downstairs and toward the kitchen.
Mikaela was seated at the table eating what looked like a ham sandwich and chips. "Did you get them?" she asked as he walked into the room.
Sam nodded and held up the glasses before stuffing them in a pocket and making his way over to the fridge. He needed to get some food for Yin and to fix a bottle for Orion.
"Ya, I got them. Unfortunately however the Autobots don't seem to have the ability to wait." Mikaela blinked and looked up at him from her sandwich.
"What do you mean?" she asked. Sam turned so that he was facing her direction and shook his head.
"They're milling around in my backyard at the moment or at least they were a minute or two ago."
"Impatient much?"
"Very." Sam said as he gathered the ingredients needed to make a bottle for Orion. He could get Yin's food while the bottle was heating up in the microwave. Mikaela watched Sam move around the kitchen with interest.
She wasn't quite sure what he was doing but from where she was sitting it almost looked like he was getting ready to make something other than a sandwich to eat. Her suspicions were confirmed when he pulled a bottle from a cabinet followed by a canister of what might have just been some sort of baby formula. It was then that she decided that she had to ask.
"What are you making?"
"Bottle for Orion." Sam said not even sparing her a glance as he worked on putting powder and milk into the bottle and soon after began shaking the bottle in order to mix up what was inside.
"Orion?" Mikaela asked. Sam nodded.
"Yup. He hasn't eaten since lunch and neither has Yin but she's past the bottle stage." Mikaela was confused. Mainly because she had no idea who Orion or Yin were though she could only assume that they were pokémon on Sam's team. Not that she was sure because other than Clover the only pokémon Sam had that she knew about was an Arcanine.
Mikaela was about to ask for more of an explanation only to be stopped by the sound of someone of something pounding on the living room door. The sound caused both teens to turn and look towards the living room. Putting down the bottle that he'd been vigorously shaking Sam started making his way towards the living room.
Mikaela put down her food and began following behind him. For a moment he wondered if it was the Autobots in some way but that theory was shot down as soon as he was close enough to feel the emotions that were rolling off of the person on the other side of the door. The only thing he was getting was a sense of urgency and slight annoyance.
"Who the Hell?" Mikaela asked as the person on the other side of the door began pounding again after a brief moment of silence.
"I have no idea." Sam said as he reached the door. Reaching out he grasped the handle and pulled. The man on the other side of the door had a hand raised like he was going to knock again. He looked quite stupid with his arm hanging in the air doing nothing. Realizing that the door had opened the black haired man in front of Sam put his arm down and addressed him directly.
"Are you Sam Wickity?" he asked. Sam blinked and didn't answer. Instead his attention was drawn to the men and women he could just barley see due to the man standing in front of him. He couldn't tell how many people there were but he knew that there were quiet a few.
They were walking around his front yard holding devices that were making an annoying beeping noise.
"I'm Agent Simmons. I'm with the government: Sector Seven." Simmons continued, flashing a badge that neither Sam nor Mikaela recognized in their faces before tucking it away in his suit again.
"I've never heard of it." Sam said truthfully.
"And you never will." Simmons informed him. If almost seemed like the man before him expected Sam and Mikaela to forget about what he said upon command or something
"Are you the great-great-grandson of Captain Archibald Wickity are you not?"
"It's Witwicky?" Sam said making sure to annunciate his last name. "And ya he was my great-great-grandpa. Why?" Simmons merely nodded his head and ignored his question.
"You filed a stolen car report last night didn't you?" Simmons asked. Sam growled in response.
"Maybe." he answered. If Simmons didn't see fit to answer any of his questions then he wasn't going to answer Simmons's questions with anything useful. Simmons raised his eyebrows at Sam's half assed answer and smirked in amusement.
"I can play this game to kid so just answer the question."
"Ya, I filed a stolen car report but that was only because those fucking Haunter decided to take it out for a joyride and haven't returned it yet. What does it matter to you? How the hell did you even get past the front gate?" Sam's hand twitched and moved towards his belt.
If Simmons didn't get off the preserve soon Sam was going to force him off because government agent or not he was still trespassing on private property. "Your cars involved in a national security matter and as for how we got in. Well lets just say that we got the best of your doorman."
Sam's body tensed at Simmons words. He was more than willing to cause bodily harm in order to get the man standing in front of him out of his home. The fact that he'd gone and hurt one of the pokémon that lived on the preserve only made him more willing to get violent. Sam was about to say something but the sudden arrival of one of the men that had been moving around the front yard stopped him before he could even get started.
"We have massive hits sir." The man said as he passed something to Simmons. Simmons nodded and turned back towards Sam and Mikaela.
"I need both of you to step forward." The order rolled off of his tongue with such ease that for a moment Sam could have sworn that the man before him didn't have any emotions. When nether Sam nor Mikaela made any move to step forward Simmons huffed and stepped closer to them.
Before Sam could object to what he was about to so Simmons had already ran a glowing wand across his face. The device that the wand was attached to started ticking almost immediately. The smile that split the mans face at that moment was actually quite disturbing.
"Fourteen rads. Tag 'em and bag 'em."
Those words seemed to cause a flood of agents to appear out of nowhere. Men in black suits pushed their way past Simmons and before either Sam or Mikaela could go for their pokéballs the teens hands were being forced behind their backs. The two teens were forced out of the house and towards a line of black vans.
Their protests fell on death ears and it seemed as of no amount of threats or creative cursing could get the men that had them to let go. As Sam and Mikaela were forced into a van neither them nor the agents the were climbing into their own vehicles were aware of the five pairs of alien optics that were watching them.
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Sorry about the wait guys. I actually had most of this chapter done on Thanksgiving and much to my joy I managed to make 50000 words. I would have uploaded then but I wasn't at a good place to stop and you guys deserved more than me stopping in the middle of a scene. I had hoped to update last week but it didn't happen. Sadly I think between NaNoWriMo and Black Friday it took me like a week to recover. I spent a lot of time last week sleeping and trying to recover because I was exhausted completely and totally. So here's the chapter that should have been posted a lot sooner.
I'm sorry if the scene with Sam's house lacked but there didn't really seem like a lot I could do considering Sam's lack of parents. I'm of the opinion that the entire bedroom scene in the movie was just done so that Sam could be embarrassed with his parents.
Oh and just so that you guys know the trialer for transformers 3 is out.
Poke'mon Teams (pokémon new to this chapter)
Fig's Team
Xiuhte - Flareon