Notes: Everyone is getting in on the story action now it seems, wonder where they all were months ago when I wanted to update.
It had taken four days of bureaucratic wrangling and just plain controlled chaos before the NBE that could only use radio and tv soundbites pulled from the internet or the radio waves, managed to convince Simmons that the entire battle with the other alien had not been a staged encounter to earn their trust and then turn around and backstab them all. Especially when the yellow colored alien, Blades still snickered from time to time over the English name the bot was using, had been given one of the large smart pads the transformers used to fill out their paperwork and other note taking needs, to spell out in a bald faced statement that he could have easily done so without such a farce. Something Simmons was highly aware of when he looked at the footage that First Aid had taken of the battle and how Prowl, Blades, and Streetwise were barely an annoyance to the alien that had taken on a cop car disguise. Their weapons that had seemed intimidating and a nice deterrent for most of the other nations that wanted to be aggressive with the U.S. were child's toys in the face of the armor and weapons that Bumblebee and the cop car, Barricade, were using as they tumbled over one another in an attempt to kill each other.
The sheer brutality of the fighting had been something they had never seen before on such a scale. Sure the humans were probably just as bloody minded and able to be that brutal, but this, this was the first time any of them had witnessed robots fighting in such a way. The scuffles and sparring his group did couldn't compare at all, like trying to compare a sibling squabble to a soldier on a battlefield. That was exactly what he was seeing and it did not make him want to meet the rest of the alien's team. He already guessed that more fighting was going to go down, possibly in a highly populated area and his gaggle of robots were going to get killed.
Maggie Madison would have jumped in front of an oncoming train if it would have given her a chance to work on the project that was being presented to here and the other attendants in the small auditorium. The news of the attack in Qatar and the subsequent rumors and theories had run rampant over the weeks of it happening, especially alongside the eerie sound that was so strange and alien in nature that had been part of the hacking attempts upon Air Force One and the military installation that had once been Qatar, had sent universities of technology into fits when sample of the hacking had been gifted to certain groups to study for this meeting. Bringing home the news of Aliens existing and their uncanny resemblance to the Transformers causing a riot of debate on every channel of open communication in what this means, even as it united world leaders.
That was not her concern though, as the coverall wearing form of Wheeljack's hologram walked into the room with a group of secret service men and the Secretary of Defense. Maggie's attention drifting to the serious looking hologram in the vivid green and white coveralls, because Wheeljack being serious was normally a Bad Thing. The engineer and computer technician of the transformers had always been cheerful and animated the few times she had sat in lectures where he had been the guest speaker, or had been there to dumb down the talks of the physicist and general scientist of the group when Perceptor began using words only a handful of people even knew. So seeing the robot that normally joked and moved about in excitement when explaining some things, being stiff and serious made her and everyone else who even just watched a clip of one of his lectures sit up straight in dread.
"As it has become known we are currently under attack by a hostile force that comes, not from this world, but another…"
Having an auxiliary pair of optics focused on the group behind him Bumblebee was once more giddy in a terrified way as his processors catalog every movement and composition of these transformers that screamed civilian at him. The weapons and tactics displayed when three of them had attempted to help him fend of Barricade were completely primitive compared to the thousands of years that Autobots and Decepticons had streamlined their fighting. Not to mention how thin their outer armor was and the way they wore it like the humans would wear clothing and not in a way that would protect them from even a low blast of plasma if hit directly. Not to mention that the eight new sparks acted like new sparks but in an uncanny and organic way.
The grayish blue young one that tended to chatter and go off into tangents, Bluestreak, was currently curled partially on the back of the silent and oldest amongst the group currently there. White police decaled doorwings flared out to give the smaller mech more room to curl on the back and allow the smaller set of doorwings of the young one to flap about without being hindered as well. Prowl seeming not at all bothered by the fact he was carrying a mech almost his size in height and had even made a comment when 'bee had stared about how it kept Bluestreak from wandering off to where he shouldn't. The other oddity being the young baby blue colored femme, because that transformer had stated point blank she wanted to be a girl robot and was not going to be called he or mech by the alien thank you very much, was also curled up along the back of the helicopter model. Moonracer seeming content to move into a light recharge, or doze as they called it, and didn't even seem to notice the rotors of Blades shift around her.
His scans and finding out from the chatter that Moonracer and Bluestreak had been online and sparked for only thirteen years, and thus were probably going to sleep through most if not all of the 'Alien Landing' because of it just cementing it all. Even as Groove brought out a deck of 'playing cards' and managed to talk both First Aid and Red Alert, who Bumblebee had nearly crashed upon learning that neither had any sort of weapons outside of medical tools, into an odd game they called Poker. The smaller of the civil services vehicles, Streetwise, was playing look out and relay for the humans cluster on the other side of the hill. Both to protect themselves and to attempt protecting the transformers if his party tried anything, which meant he'd have to pray to Primus Ironhide didn't want to show off his cannons to everyone as soon as he touched down.
Sam had past the point of horrified babbling about two days into his 'imprisonment' though considering he was allowed to roam and talk to everyone at the little underground Nevada base tried to make it seem less so. Until he remembered he couldn't go home and his parents had been packed up and moved into hiding for their own safety when his car told them that the bad aliens would go after them as well. Now he was in a sort of numb acceptance of everything and clung to a piece of metal that was in easy reach of his hands on Bumblebee's shoulder. The guy that acted like Miles mom when she was fretting over her 'baby's' safety and had rankled a bit in his stuffiness had tried to get him down, but 'bee had put a stop to that when reminding Simmons that Sam was part of this now. What he was a part of he wasn't really certain but he figured the head guy they were waiting for would explain things and then he could go crawl in a hole and stay there until life was normal again.
Okay he was getting a kick out of seeing Bumblebee just stare at the transformers like they were the aliens and not him. Especially when two fire trucks came rolling up the small dirt path that led here from the highway. The smaller and blue one changing into the more human shape with that musical gear sound right before being knocked over by a few of the others as they yelled out 'Hot Spot!' and giggled. Even as the larger fire truck in the normal red color also changed and tapped his fingers across the helm of a few others in greeting. It was typical behavior he saw in school, hell Miles often times greeted him with a flick to the forehead and few people ever stared like 'bee was doing now, and he knew that sort of greeting was a bit weird. Though he almost fell off the shoulder in a bout of laughter when two more cars drove up and the little red transformer had to be physically hauled away from Bumblebee as he had chattered and asked about a hundred questions of 'bee.
The large vocabulary and general curiosity would probably have made Miles go into a gleeful coma, because that one sounded just like Miles did when he was on a roll in something he was fascinated with. Coupled with the expressiveness that just screamed a Miles kinship.
His amusement of finding Miles robot twin was short lived when the sky lit up with four points of light falling right towards them.