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Chapter 14 – Egypt?

"I tell ya, this guy did not age well."

I turned my eyes from the massive robot before us and to the smaller one by my feet. "Why didn't you tell us he was a Decepticon?" I hissed under my breath. The tiny robot shrugged. "You didn't ask?" I dead panned at him. That was his response? I could have quite happily stamped on him right about then.

Sighing, I shook my head and rubbed my temples. Selene spoke up, "I don't think he's going to hurt us," she said, lowering her hands. We followed suit. "He has a distinct lack of balance and he's a bit..." We watched as Jetfire shuffled towards the large doors leading to the runway.

"I command these doors to open!" he demanded.

"-Confused." Jetfire grumbled as the doors refused to open because, despite what he thought, they weren't voice activated – though that would have been cool if they were. Jetfire pointed at the doors. "Fire!" Nothing happened. He grumbled and tried again. "I said fire!" A missile shot out of him backwards, twirling through the museum leaving a white trail and crashing somewhere.

"Whoa!" We ducked out of reaction and began running over to Jetfire.

"Bollocks," he cursed, now resorting to smashing the doors open with his bulk. Strips of metal fell to the floor with a clang. "Damn these worthless parts!" he cried, knocking the doors off their hinges and shuffling out into the sunlight. "Wait a second!" Simmons cried as we ran faster, chasing the senile Decepticon.

We ran outside to see Jetfire had already made his way out into the expanse of the field, shuffling in-between planes. Even over the distance I could clearly hear him curse, "Itchy, wretched rust in my arse!" I burst into laughter, earning me odd looks from my brother.

"What, what's so funny?" he asked. I giggled and shook my head.

"Jetfire," I answered simply. Sam just exhaled and didn't reply. How rude. Beside us, Simmons nearly tripped over the r.c. Decepticon as he was too glancing back at the trail of damage left in Jetfire's wake. "The museum is going to be veeery angry. Very angry," he stressed. "We've gotta catch that plane!" Behind us I heard the roar of Bumblebee's engine. I could distinguish it anywhere. I looked over my shoulder to see him and the twins driving up behind us, pillows of dust rising behind them.

When we finally caught up with Jetfire he was leaning over a plane talking to himself. "Right. I'm on a mission," he announced loudly. He slammed his metal fist on the wing of a plane and knocked another's off with his walking stick. "Wait, wait, wait, wait!" we all cried in a jumble of voices.

"What do you want?" Jetfire snapped, turning to look at us.

"We just wanna talk," my brother shouted, waving his hands trying to calm the robot.

"I've no time to talk, I'm on a mission," he ranted. "I'm a mercenary doom bringer! What planet am I on?" he suddenly asked. I paused and blinked.

"Err...Earth," I offered, shrugging. How did he not know what planet he was on?

"Earth?" he said, almost in disgust. "Terrible name for a planet, might as well call it 'dirt'. Planet 'dirt'," he sneered, leaning down and thumping his curled fist on the ground. "Tell me, is that robot civil war still going on? Who's winning?"

Sam answered, "The Decepticons." Jetfire snarled in response and spat onto the dust.

"Well I changed sides to the Autobots," he explained. I raised my brows and cocked my head to the side.

"You can do that?" I asked, curious.

"It's a choice. It's an intensely personal decision," Jetfire began. "So much negativity. Who wants to live a life filled with hate?" I smiled and nodded. It was refreshing to meet a Decepticon-turned-Autobot. "You mean you don't have to work for those miserable freaking Decepticons?" the r.c. Decepticon said, piping up from beside Mikaela. "If the Decepticons had their way they'd destroy the entire universe," Jetfire laughed humourlessly.

Suddenly the small Decepticon dropped down onto his hands and knees and began crawling pathetically towards Mikaela. He begged at her feet, much to mine and Sam's annoyance. "I'm changing sides, I'm changing sides too, warrior goddess." He suddenly leapt up and wrapped himself around her leg. Then, to my complete and utter horror, he began humping Mikaela's leg. I felt my – as well as everyone else's – jaw drop as we watched the scene. "Who's your little Autobot?"

"You're cute," Mikaela giggled.

"Names Wheelie. Yeah, yeah. Say my name, say it," Wheelie chanted in between thrusts. I groaned with disgust.

"What are you allowing to happen to your foot just now?" Sam demanded.

"At least he's faithful Sam," Mikaela retorted with a smug smirk on her ruby lips. Sam scowled and pointed sharply down at Wheelie.

"Yeah, well, he's faithful and he's nude and he's perverted. Can you just... Can you stop?" Sam kicked him off Mikaela's leg, irritating Wheelie.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Wheelie demanded, falling back.

"Stop that. Now." Wheelie scowled and muttered a string of curses under his breath before turning to me.

"Hey, what about you?" he asked, perking up. I shut my mouth and frowned slightly.

"What about me?"

"You want some of the Wheelie loving?" I recoiled in terror.

"Hell no!" I snapped, making an 'X' with both arms. Wheelie ignored my blatant rejection and advanced.

"Aw, come on. If you ask her over there-" He jabbed a thumb in Mikaela's direction. "She'll tell ya it's worth it." I opened my mouth to retort angrily but was drowned out by the angry roar of an engine. I looked up to see Bumblebee lurch forward and threaten to run over Wheelie. Wheelie panicked and tripped over his own wheels. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm it! I aint gonna touch her!" Wheelie cried in submission, putting his hands up. Bumblebee backed off a little bit and I giggled, feeling a blush creep to my cheeks as Sam raised his eyebrows at me, and Mikaela smirked. "Jeez, give a guy a break," Wheelie muttered.

Deciding I didn't want everyone to keep staring at me, I turned attention back to Jetfire. "So," I cleared my throat. "You were saying?" The Autobot who had turned his back to us suddenly turned back around and slammed his walking stick on the floor, nearly crushing us and shouting, "I told you my name was Jetfire, so stop judging me." We all cowered as his face leant down and his powerful voice boomed at us.

"Somebody shit the bed this morning," Wheelie muttered.

"I have issues of my own, and it started with my mother! My ancestors have been here for centuries. My father, he was a wheel, the first wheel. Do you know what he transformed into?"

We were all startled into silence but, in the presence of a question, Simmons timidly answered, "No."

"Nothing!" Jetfire bellowed, crouching down. "But he did so with honour, dignity, damn it!" Suddenly, his crimson eyes widened as a rumble sounded. Then, from behind him a parachute was deployed, pulling Jetfire backwards and off his feet. We quickly backed away, avoiding his feet. "Bollocks! My boosters are fried," Jetfire cursed. He rolled onto his side and smacked the ground, groaning with annoyance.

Slyly, Sam stepped forward as we stood before the giant. "I think we can help each other. You know things I don't know. I know things you don't know, I do." Behind him, Leo piped up with a very solemn voice. "I don't think he knows anything. Honestly, I don't." Leo shook his head and I rolled my eyes with a smile.

Sam was handed a knife from Simmons then he used the sharp blade to carve the Cybertronian symbols into the ground. "I could do this all day. It comes in waves, these vivid symbols. They're symbols, but they're in my mind." Sam motioned to his head. "You see, all this is in my mind and Megatron wants what's in my mind. Him and someone called the Fallen." Jetfire visibly jolted.

"The Fallen? I know him. He left me here to rust. The original Decepticon. He's terrible to work for. It's always apocalypse, chaos, crisis. These transcriptions, they were part of my mission, the Fallen's search. I remember now, for the Dagger's Tip, and the key." Jetfire said all of this without stopping to take a moments breath. We frowned with confusion. "Hang on, what's The Dagger's Tip and The key? What are they?" I asked. Jetfire shook his head, rattling his metal 'beard' and spread out his hands, metal palms facing us. "No time to explain. Hold on, everybody!" We cowered together as a sudden wind whipped around us and blue electric snapped in a circle. Selene and I pressed tightly against one another, and then we pushed against the other, all of us clinging to one another. "Stay still or you'll die!"

I screwed my eyes shut as a force hit me in the chest, like I was shooting upwards. Then, the feeling stopped and the horrible weightless, stomach rising feeling hit me as I opened my eyes. A scream tore from my lips and my eyes bulged. I was up in the air above endless dunes of sand and giant rocky outcrops. As I screamed I began falling through the air, the wind rushing past my ears and blowing my hair back. It was a horrible feeling, falling from that height. My arms and legs wriggled in the air and I braced myself the best I could as I saw the sand approaching.

THUD.

The wind was knocked out of me as I landed hard against the sand. It wasn't as soft as one might think. It rose around me before softly floating away in the breeze. I rolled stiffly to my side and coughed, getting my breath back.

I heard another bang and watched as an explosion of sand went off and Sam and Bumblebee were thrown out of it. Bumblebee tumbled through the air, his sort of strained wail resonating as he screamed. I cringed as he landed with a very loud thud. Only sparing my brother a glance as he held his hand in pain I leapt up and ran clumsily towards Bee. My legs were wobbling from the shock of falling but I managed to make it over to him. "Bee!" I called to him. His adorable antenna perked at the sound of my voice and he tilted his head backwards to look at me. "Bumblebee! Are you okay?" I asked, out of breath as I reached him. He nodded with his cute robot noises and rolled onto his front. "What... About you?" he asked, inspecting me. I giggled as he looked all over me, checking for any broken bones or cuts. He prodded me gently with his finger, seeing if I cried out in pain. "I'm fin, I'm fine," I laughed, batting away his hand. He did his best to grin and invited me up on his hand. I practically threw myself onto his hand. It felt like ages since I had been in his palm. He stood up and lifted me with him, and with his height, we had a much better view of the landscape.

There was an endless sea of sand, only broken by massive chunks of sandy rock. I shielded my eyes with my hand and looked out for the others. I noticed a few figures all running towards each other. It was the others. I frowned as I again looked at our surroundings. Where the hell where we? I looked up to Bee. Sensing my eyes on him, he turned his face down and looked intently at me. "Do you know where we are?"

He paused for a moment before answering, "Egypt." I felt my jaw drop.

"Egypt?" I gaped at Bee and he shook with humour. I playfully scowled and slapped the nearest part of his yellow of armour. I had a feeling it hurt my hand a lot more than it hurt him. "Don't laugh at me. Aren't you surprised? We just teleported from America to Africa!" I felt blood drain from my face. "We're in Africa... In Egypt." I gulped and again Bee laughed. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up but let's go meet the others."

I grinned and bravely climbed up his arm, using joints in his metal as footholds. I made it to his shoulder and happily perched beside his head. He turned his beautiful, baby blue optics to me before smiling in his own way and walking forward across the sand.

I heard shouting and noticed the small figures that were Sam, Selene, Mikaela, Simmons and Leo had turned and faced Bee and I. I heard very faintly on the wind, "Hey!" I grinned and began waving almost frantically.

"Hey!" I shouted as loud as I could. "Is everyone alright?" I cupped my hands around my mouth to amplify the sound.

I got a faint answer of, "Yeah!"

Bumblebee walked over and the other five of them stared up at us. "What?" I asked. Simmons shook his head.

"Look at you... sitting on an Autobot's shoulder..." I grinned and wriggled my eyebrows.

"Are you jealous?" He scoffed.

"Are you kidding me? You've got him all trained up, like a pet." I frowned and felt my muscles tighten.

"He's not a pet!" I said, scowling down at him.

"Oh, really?" he challenged, raising his bushy brows.

"Yes, really. Now, if you've finished being jealous, I think we should go find Jetfire." I turned my face away and tapped Bee on the head. He began walking in the direction of a massive stepped rock where the giant hunched form of Jetfire stood proudly.

We arrive at the bottom of the rock, where the wispy sand gave way to the tough terrain. Bumblebee offered me his hand and I slid off his shoulder and into his hand. He lowered me gently to the sand and I jumped off, landing soundlessly on the sand and looking to the others who had followed. "Ready for the climb?" I asked Sam, motioning to his bleeding hand that he cradled protectively. He sighed and stretched his arm out. "I guess."

"Hold on." We glanced back and saw Selene step towards us as she riffled through a pocket. "Here." She pulled her hand out and produced a messy bundle of bandages. Sam looked at them, then to her face, then to the bandages again. "Thanks," he said, accepting them. I cocked my head slightly.

"Bandages?" I asked questionably.

She nodded. "I always have some on my person," she explained. I nodded with an 'ah'. "It's a habit I've inherited from the military."

We made it to the summit of the rock, Bumblebee waiting at the bottom in the cool shadow cast by the – what felt like – a mountain. Jetfire was sat at the top, red optics surveying the landscape, narrowed as they searched for something. As soon as Simmons saw him, he marched up to the robot, pointing a finger. "That really, really hurt. You're just lucky that I didn't get hurt!" he ranted. "People could have gotten killed, okay?" Jetfire turned uninterestedly to him. "And if I would have gotten hurt, you would have heard..."

"Oh, shut up," Jetfire snapped. "I told you I was opening a space bridge. It's the fastest way to travel to Egypt."

Leo cried in disbelief, "Egypt?"

Sam, who's hand had just been bandaged by Selene, suddenly snapped, "When did you... When did you tell us? You didn't tell us anything. You didn't tell us anything. Why are we in Egypt?" Jetfire sneered as he sat down clumsily.

"Don't you get snippy with my, fleshling! You were duly informed!"

Sam exhaled and tried again. "Can you just stop for a second? Can you focus? Can you tell us why we're in Egypt so we can all have a little bit of semblance of peace of mind?" As Sam spoke Simmons motioned to him with a strained smile.

Getting up stiffly, Jetfire explained, "This planet was visited by our race once before, by our earliest ancestors, millennia ago. They were on an exploratory mission to harvest Energon, the lifeblood of our race. Without it, we'll all perish, oxidise and rust, like my wretched self! Do you have any idea what it's like to slowly fall apart and die?" He cried the last part and even knocked on his squeaking metal. I blinked and shook my head. It was indeed a horrible way to die.

Simmons ignored the Autobot's complaints. "Let's not get episodic, okay, old-timer? Beginning, middle, end. Facts. Details. Condense. Plot. Tell it." He spoke with short, demanding sentances, hitting his hand with his fist. "Somewhere buried in this desert, our ancestors built a great machine. It harvests Energon by destroying suns," Jetfire explained. I sat down on a rock, which was uncomfortable, and frowned. "Destroy suns?" I asked. That sounded unpleasant.

"You mean blow them up?" Leo asked, motioning with his hands a mini explosion.

"Yes. You see, in the beginning, there were seven Primes, our original leaders. And they set out into the universe, seeking distant suns to harvest. The Primes set out with one rule, never destroy a planet with life, until one of them tried to defy this rule." I sighed and smiled crookedly.

"Let me guess, it was this Fallen dude?" I spoke up. Jetfire's optics flashed to me as he nodded.

"Yes. His name forevermore was The Fallen."

Jetfire raised his hand and spread it wide. From his palm shot a spiral of light which fanned out to display a movie-like projection. "He despised the human race." A menacing robot appeared, with blood red optics and metal spikes protruding from the side of his face. He growled like a wild animal. "And he wanted to kill you all by turning on that machine."

So this was The Fallen. I cringed as his spikes twitched as he looked over his shoulder at a massive machine, with long metal spiked sticking out of it like insect legs. "The only way to activate it is with a legendary key called the Matrix of leadership." The projection showed a strange metal object, weaved like an intricate web of metal. It suddenly shot through the air and into the clutches of The Fallen. The projection now showed a massive battle scene with rockets flying through the air leaving their smoky trail. "A great battle took place over possession of the Matrix. The Fallen was stronger that his brothers, so they had no choice but to steal and hide it from him." The Matrix was now in the clutches of the good Primes. "In the ultimate sacrifice, they gave their lives to seal the Matrix away in a tomb made of their very own bodies. A tomb we cannot find."

The projection ended and I stayed staring at the spot it had just been. "Somewhere, buried in this desert, that deadly machine remains. The Fallen knows where it is and if he finds the tomb of the Primes, your world will be no more." I snapped out of my stupor and stood, advancing slowly towards Jetfire.

"Okay, so how do we stop him?" Mikaela asked.

"Only a Prime can defeat The Fallen," Jetfire sighed, looking to the sky.

Sam frowned before whispering, "Optimus Prime?" Upon hearing the mighty leaders name, Jetfire crouched down, his face alight with glee.

"So you've met a Prime? Why, you must have met a great descendant. Is he alive, here on this planet?" he asked eagerly. I visibly flinched, my heart suddenly heavy with the sorrow of Optimus' death. "He sacrificed himself to save me," Sam answered quietly. Jetfire's face fell.

"So he's dead. Without a Prime, it's impossible. No one else could stop The Fallen." Sam hesitated before turning to Jetfire. I could see the gears in his mind whirling.

"So, the same energy that's gonna be used to reactivate the machine could that energy somehow be used to reactivate Optimus and bring him back to life?" I perked up. It appeared my brother was onto something.

"It was never designed for that purpose, but it's an energy like no other," Jetfire answered.

"So then how do you get us to the Matrix before the Decepticons get to me?" Sam added. Jetfire raised a finger and tapped his metal skull.

"Follow your mind, your map, your symbols. What you carved in the sand, it's your clue!" he cried with excitement. "When dawn alights the Dagger's Tip, Three Kings will reveal the doorway!" We all fell into thought. I frowned slightly as my mind spun with the cryptic clue. "Find the doorway! Go now! Go!" Jetfire began waving us away with a new found excitement. "That was my mission. It's your mission now. Go before the Decepticons find me and find you."