Here We Go

"After much thought and consideration-" the CO finally said after a long wait. "-we decided to allow you to pull out. I want a full report on the incident in two days. I'll leave it up to you to tell them. I'll contact you when we have a time for your pick up." Luis thanked whatever god was watching over him for getting him out of this hell-hole even as the man hung up on him. All the civilians in the diner, save the cooks and other employees, were out of the building, so he wouldn't have to feel dumb when he told the men under him about the phone call.

He stood, taking a deep breath, and suddenly felt every eye in the room on him. "You all know I'm not one for speeches, so I'll make this short. HQ, in all their wisdom and kindness, said we can go home." There were cheers and woots in response. A couple people even said that they'd buy everyone drinks. "Alright, calm down. From the sounds of it, it'll be a day or today before we get out of here, but you will know when they're going to get us. But, they can't keep us out here forever. That is, unless they plan on paying us more." His lame excuse for a joke managed to draw out a couple laughs and lighten the mood a bit. Alan, who had ended up sitting across from Harrison, shook his head.

It was a rough day, and the mans unruly, and greying, dishwater blonde hair made him look like he had just been electrocuted. He adjusted his glasses as Luis sat down. "Mr. Harrison," he began, his New Yorker accent trickling in through his business voice. "That... thing, it wasn't human."

"No shit."

"No, no, I mean it wasn't man made. Unless we've made time machines in the future and dropped it there. And I somehow doubt anyone would just leave it there."

"So, what? You're saying you think it was made by aliens?" He couldn't believe this. The man believed in aliens? He's suppose to be a scientist, to not believe something unless he can prove it.

The archaeologist shrugged. "I'm not dismissing the possibility. It is a pretty big universe out there."


Delta huffed as he marched through the the open rooms of the Nemesis. Lousy flesh-bags were pretty fast. And they did enough damage to the ship that it would take a while before they could wake anyone else from stasis. When this was down, he was so going to personally hunt down and slag the little bugs. It was a good thing Megatron didn't mind him killing some in the process of chasing them off. It would teach them not to come back. A door at the far back of the last breached room slid open with all the grace of a meteor crash, and he entered the inner hold of the Decepticon ship.

And of all the cons he had to bump into, it had to be their resident double-agent. Shade was one fem that he loved to hate, mostly because of his past experiences with her, and partly his general hate for fems. He sneered at her as she gave him the most innocent smile ever. "Why, hello Delta. It's been a while. I trust everything went well outside?"

"Leave me alone, Shade. And spare me your sweet talk." The fem always played on more than one cord, trying to twist others impressions of her. Well, it wouldn't work on him. Nope, not anymore. When he spoke, though, she offended, again, trying to twist him. Eventually she gave up, walking away with a huff. He was pleased to see her upset at him, though he knew it wouldn't last long. Either way, he needed to report his small success to Megatron, and hope the fleshlings didn't return. They were more trouble than they were worth.


Life had gone from boring, strange, annoying and back to boring again in less than a month. At least all the humans that knew of the Autobots had something to do. Elna had found a way to help the giant robots with their computers, and Xander and Katherine were stuck with digging out more of the ship. Well, it was better than sitting around twiddling their thumbs, Katherine thought. And it was a good way to pass the time.

Xander, on the other hand, was not as pleased. He had expected to be doing something more. Lifting parts, connecting circuits, answering questions, SOMETHING! Instead, he was flat out laughed at when he suggested the lifting thing, refused on the circuits and it seemed they knew almost everything they needed from the internet. He felt about as useful as a sack of potatoes. Of course, even potatoes sacks had a use, and he found himself with a shovel in his hand. At least it wasn't raining anymore. Plus, the ground was pretty soft, so when he wasn't sinking, he could plow through the currently swamp-like mud.


A/N: Yeah, I'm running low on ideas at the moment. If you can suggest some, I can get a new chapter up faster. Anyway, read a review, my loyal readers.