When things get absolutely get dramatic and questions are left unanswered; it's either left as a cliff hanger or a soap opera. For me; things are a mix of this and that yet mostly action packed and a character out of depression is a hard task itself—for a writer, no seriously, it's hard to climb your character out of a depressing moment—unless the weapon time skip is used.
What is more surprising; Optimus Prime getting taken by the dude known as Lockdown with me—not forgetting Tessa the girl who could be a techno-organic—in tow, or is it me encountering questions from my son; his real name. What was his real name,when he had been born. Sadly, I cannot tell a silly name; so, I told him it was 'Christopher Francis Bell'. Five points if you know where Francis came from!
"I have no business with this legend." Lockdown tosses me into a small cage that closed on its own.
Cc-reawak.
I turn around as my two tails hit the locked bars; each striking with force that only resulted in brief flash from the dark and fearsome metal. It really did look creepy and dark for a spaceship that once used to be used by a group of cybertronian knights. If Micheal Bay's finding more roots to earth than to Cybertron then he must be forgetting 'Transformers' are alien robots from Cybertron.
"I'm not a slagging legend!" I yell.
"Yes you are," Lockdown is a stubborn mech. "Don't argue with me."
"We," I growl at each word. "Are arguing!"
Perhaps Galvatron's voice surprised me the most. He didn't recognize me. Yes, I have to move on from connections that are gone. Keeping yourself bound to someone who doesn't know you is a bad idea. We don't have a bond; because, Galvatron does not have a spark.
"Bad idea arguing with me, Decepticon." Lockdown acknowledges me by my faction side. Lockdown is as bad as has been promoted to be in the trailers. His face is similar to a human's face replicated in metal without hair.
"Then let me out." I said, in a threatening voice.
Four years of not knowing whether he was alive and then remembering him: I only got to spend one day and a few hours with my son.
"And let you get my bounty out of here?" Lockdown said with a grunt in his voice. "Not a chance."
I'm in a cage looming near his gigantic chair.
"If I am not important than why am I in a cage?" I ask him.
Lockdown sat in his chair and set in the distanation to somewhere.
"My employee's will enjoy seeing the legend face to face." Lockdown makes an excuse, as the ship begins lift-off somewhere.
There's a brief silence.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
Lockdow taps his digits on his chair. A large techno-organic like creature rested itself below on his feet.
"None of your concern." Lockdown said.
I roll an optic.
"If I'm a legend . . ." I said in a low voice that begins raising and raising higher." Then you are forgetting something: you are speaking to a child!"
It's a metaphor about me being a child. Remember all the things I've done in this universe from 2008 to 2011? Please let it sink in and laugh as you get what I am saying. Lockdown keeps his gaze away from me.
"Are we there yet?" I ask, bored.
"No." Lockdown said.
"Are we there yet?" I ask, again.
"Shut up." Lockdown rudely said.
"Tell me where the slag we're going, and then, I will shut up!" I yell, shaking the bars.
The robot like dog pokes its head away from his legs and sends me a frightening glare.
"I must deliver the seed; the seed to annihilate your home planet." Lockdown said. "Your legend is notable among us Bounty hunters. This seed has what makes us our race and our bodies."
