Dusk, Ben, and Amber learn not to point a gun at Dutch, and that the 'Cons are plotting something...and it includes a certain Prime...

This girl does not own Transformers, (but the OC's are mine bwahaha! The realm of Cybres is mine) but she wishes she did, because, frankly, that'd be awesome!

My Characters-Trans Counterparts Mentioned in this chap.

Dusk Greyman (Skyfyre Ivorra/Prime)- None

Karrick-Bumblebee

Sideslash-Sideswipe

Chimera-Dino/Mirage

Tomosal Ivorra- Optimus Prime

Senarin Ivorra- Sentinel Prime

Chapter 7

I Wonder As I Wander

Ben POV

We'd all set out on a new adventure, this time…we were together.

'Sides, 'Bee and Dino flew down the highway. Dusk had Sam and Simmons on speaker.

"Going to a gig on the hunt for two Russian Cosmonauts," Simmons said, "Nothing like driving in a Maybach."

"Eh," I said, "Nothing beats a 'Bot,"

'Sides purred.

"But Germans know how to make cars, let me tell you," Simmons said.

"So does Primus," 'Sides chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever tin can," Simmons said.

"Can I squish him?" 'Sides asked.

'Bee chirped something. Dusk gave a snap.

"No, 'Sides," she sighed, "No, 'Bee."

"Aw, c'mon!" 'Bee clipped.

"Pleeeese?" 'Sides begged.

"No!"

I smirked as she facepalmed.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Dusk POV

We pulled up to a bar-like building, 'Sides rolled down his window as we rolled up to Sam and Simmons.

"What's up doc?" I asked.

"My Dutchman," Simmons said, looking through binoculars, "former NSA cybersleuth extraodinaire tracked them down here."

"So, these Cosmonauts went into hiding," Ben said, "Why?"

"Bingo!" Dutch said, pointing, "I've got a match!"

"Way to go, Dutch!" I said as a former Cosmonaut went into a building, "You're a German Shephard, Dutch,"

He smiled.

"The thing about Russians is," Simmons said, opening a case, "They never like to talk."

He picked up a gun.

"It's gonna take a little of the 'international language'," he said.

"Translation: You have a gun, I have a gun," Amber muttered, "Whose is bigger? The guy who's gonna win."

"I agree," I said, "I think you're taking it a little too far,"

"Never too far with Russians," Simmons said, getting out of the car.

"We're gonna be in so much trouble," Ben sighed as we got out of 'Sides' alt.

"Be careful," 'Sides said, "Remember, just call, and we'll be there."

"And bring down the whole building?" I said, "I can take care of it,"

"I'm just saying…"

"Don't worry," I said, following Simmons into an alley.

The former S7 agent knocked on the door.

An angry looking Russian guy opened the flap on the metal door.

Simmons said something that I couldn't catch, and the Russian glared at him.

"That means goodbye," he snapped and shut the flap.

I snickered as Simmons pounded on the door again.

The Russian opened the flap, and Simmons pushed in a wad of cash. The Russian opened the door, and we all shuffled in.

The interior of the club was…interesting.

I'd spent most of my time lately at a base with metal walls and concrete floors, so the vibrant colors of the room kinda hurt my eyes.

The Cosmonaut we were looking for sat in a booth at the back of the room. Simmons swaggered over to the table.

I had a bad feeling about this…

"Dutch!" Simmons said, "Give me something tough."

Dutch flipped through a pocket translator frantically before looking back up.

"Uh…Baryshnikov," Dutch muttered.

I rolled my eyes right as the Cosmonaut looked at him.

"We do speak English," he said.

"Dutch," Simmons said, "You suck."

"No he doesn't," Amber said.

"He tried his best," Ben said, "You did good Dutch."

"It's a Cyrillic alphabet," Dutch protested, "It's like all those buttons you never push on a calculator!"

"And that's hard to master," I said, "You did your best,"

Simmons ignored us.

"Agent Seymour Simmons," Simmons said, "Sector Eight, formerly Seven. We know who you are, cosmonautchiks,"

"So what?" another Cosmonaut asked.

"You were supposed to travel to the dark side of the moon," I said, "But it all got shut down."

"The question is," Simmons asked throwing me a look as he picked up a shot glass, "Why?"

The girl fired off in rapid Russian to the first Cosmonaut, then fired off to the bartender.

I snapped my vision from one woman to the other like some sort of human tennis match. It was just starting to get interesting…

When the first woman suddenly pulled a gun on Simmons.

The bartender pulled a gun on Dutch, who raised his hands.

I stood in front of Ben and Amber, willing myself not to let my anger get the best of me and reveal myself.

A man got Sam and forced him down on the chair.

Simmons calmly got up, the first woman's gun not leaving his nose.

"Go ahead," he said, "shoot me."

She fired off some more Russian.

"What are they saying?" Amber asked.

I snorted, "Like I can speak Russian."

"You speak Cybertronian," Ben pointed out, "And you mentally download almost everything…"

"Except Russian!" I hissed, "Pit, I haven't gotten that far, ok?"

"I'm willing to die for my country," Simmons said, "Are you?"

I felt a slight change in Dutch's demeanor…like his sense of reason had shut down all of a sudden…

Dutch turned around, eyes cold and dark and without any light.

Like a shark's.

"You are beautiful," Simmons said to the woman, "Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful?"

Suddenly, Dutch let out a yell and grabbed the bartender's gun, yanking her forwards. He jerked the gun out of the bartender's hands and smashed the lamp with it before he knocked her flat.

Dutch aimed the gun at one of the other men, his eyes hard as he cocked it. Both men kneeled down to the ground, slowly.

"Dutch!" Simmons ordered, "Back in the cage."

Dutch swung the gun around, still holding a handgun to the man while aiming the 'borrowed' gun at everyone else.

"Dutch!" Simmons shouted, "Hold, Dutch, hold!"

"Control your boy, please!" Sam said.

How would Optimus handle this…

Diplomatically, trying to calm the gunman, then disarming him.

Sounded like a plan.

"Dutch," I said, calmly walking towards him.

"Are you insane!?" Ben hissed.

"Shut up!" I hissed back.

Dutch looked like a cornered wild animal, his eyes darted from me to Simmons to everyone else.

"Easy, Dutch," I said soothingly, "Just put the gun down…"

He looked up at me and his eyes went back to normal, he lowered the guns slightly.

"That's it…" I encouraged.

He dropped the guns, blinking rapidly.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his voice trembling, "That is the old me."

"I've made a mental note not to tick him off," Ben said softly.

"Okay, let's everybody just calm down!" I said, acting a lot braver than I felt, "Lower the heat…and the guns…let's relax. World War II is over,"

And to my surprise…

Everyone dropped their guns.

"Now," I said to the Cosmonauts, "Are you going to tell us about that lunar mission that went bust?"

"Come with us," one of them said.

…..

"You are about to see one of the biggest Soviet secrets," one said, pulling out a file, "American first to send man to the moon…"

"But USSR first to send camera," the other finished, dropping the file onto the floor, "In 1959, our Luna 3 take picture of the dark, the shadow side. Sees nothing. But in 1963m Luna 4 sees…"

"Strange rocks," the other Cosmonaut said, :Around the ship. Hundreds of them."

"So those five pillars weren't the only ones…" I thought.

"Show pictures," his buddy said.

He slid the pictures across the table to me and Sam.

It looked like a bunch of crates, trailing thick wires across the moon's pale surface.

"…with some drag marks," he finished.

"I've seen these," Sam said, "These aren't rocks, these are pillars. Alien pillars for a Spacebridge."

"We know about these because the Autobots have five of these," I said, "The Decepticons must have raided the ship before Apollo 11 ever got there…"

"They musta took the pillars," Ben said.

"And hid them," Amber finished.

"Yeah, but it doesn't make sense," I said, "The Decepticons have the ship…they have all those pillars. Why would they leave Sentinel when he's the only one who can use them."

Then the light clicked on.

"Unless…" I started, "Ugh, Primus, I'm such an idiot!"

Sentinel Prime was the one thing the 'Cons needed.

I got up out of my chair and headed outside.

"We've got to meet up with Sentinel," Sam said, "rendezvous with him and keep him safe."

My brother Prime was in great danger.

I whipped out my cell phone and hit a number on my speed dial.

"Dad…" I said as he picked up, "Where is Sentinel?"

A/N Next Chapter is one I'm dreading to do...but it needs to be done. Not really much action in this one, but I'm sure it'll change.

Title from an Appalachian Folk Melody: I Wonder As I Wander

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)

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Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.