Transformers 2007: Transported between worlds.
Chapter 4: My name is Optimus Prime.
(Author's notes: In this chapter, Cuervosplicer and his crew will meet Optimus Prime's crew and will explain everything to them, in addition to explaining more about the Transformers franchise to them, Sam and Mikaela.
Also, two replies for two reviews on this story: first, I didn't know that I forgot about Dylan Gould in the list of Transformers movie series villains that could abuse Cuervosplicer's foreknowledge if they found out. So thanks for pointing that out. And secondly, I don't really know if I'm OCD in terms of multiple characters in the same stories; I just like having big enough Autobot and Decepticon armies fighting each other. I've been obsessed with army-building ever since I discovered army-building in the world of generic Transformers characters and multiples of the same toys. But you're right; I did go way overboard. But don't worry; I'll tone it down a few notches in the next Transformers stories to come.
Enjoy the fourth chapter.)
(The meeting site, Cuervosplicer's POV...)
We made it to the meeting site, thankful that we could all fit. Then again, it could be a result of Primus' powers making the space big enough for no less than five hundred and six Autobots.
Once we stopped and Bumblebee's passengers exited the scout's vehicle mode, Optimus and the others showed up.
Even though I'm in vehicle mode, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the familiar 1997 Peterbilt 389 semi truck with blue and red ghost flames.
Of course, we were unprepared for the additional twenty-six Autobots accompanying Prime's crew. But that didn't matter for now.
Once Optimus stopped and transformed to robot mode, everyone else transformed to robot mode, including me.
Once Optimus and the others laid optics on us, they looked at us in surprise and confusion.
Optimus asked me, "Who might you be?"
I answered, "I am Cuervosplicer. This is my crew. Adlerwheel. Cornejaclaw. Havranblade. Dark Corvous. Wingo Starr. Beetlewing. Talonfeather. Mega-Inkblot. Corvobar. Treadmortar. Spinsting. Astrogunner. Birchwhip. Knoutlash. Tug Gut. Start Wheel. Rigskipper. Lockrider. Lube Sleek. Elixirtron. Magnastatic. Racketrip. Shokgrind. Boostwing. Jacknab. Filch. Pilfer. Sawcruncher. Shellnut. Wreckwing. Wavedragon. Bomblock. Wingrider. Drillbat. Scorpatron. Dragatron. White Owl. Zacklaser. Razortron. Gunnertron. Coptertron. Magnatron. Dwarfscream. Garryscream. Clustermarch. Aerostain. Chargeplane. Warmthtempest. Steamthrustor. Clashcruncher. Nightblitz. Speedwipe. Corroborus. Boonlight. Speedabout. Volleywing. Hammerfeather. Nega-Falcon. Slingdive. Terraflame. Speedslinger. Fire Rider. Scatterfire. Flightguard. Leobeast. Sidewatch. Gearscraps. Stormsteel. Kickpounder. Lightrazor. Rumbleglider. Bulletsiren. Goldstrong. Blitzscream. Sounddome. Rotorbeam. Widefist. Sunboard. Hookcrusher. Kickglide. Brakelock. Topwing. Doubleload. Topraider. Shockraker. Aquabite. Halfhide. Flamequake. Speedshot. Cannondive. Dusthorn. Tigercut. Afterblade. Hammerjaw. Cindertop. Speedfeather. Broadbrawn. Tigerbutton. Megaslinger. Sliphorn. Shockscratch. Startracks. Deepdrift. Widequake. Dreaddome. Vicevortex. Joltbird. Wolfbrawn. Lunarflow. Grandside. Dinoraker. Infernohowler. Darkmine. Cloudsnarl. Chromebrawn. Sunwheels. Acidstrike. Wreckblade. Grizzcycle. Bulkzephyr. Stonecycle. Thunderblitz. Hangstop. Starviper. Deftways. Lazershamble. Speedcharger. Solarjaw. Brushframe. Joltburner. Freehead. Rotorglitch. Meansteel. Overshift. Doublefoot. Neutroblitz. Magnaflash. Aerovortex. Leadblades. Gearstalker. Wolfjump. Gloomback. Turboscream. Retroblast. Silverguard. Darkmaster. Dropbeam. Neutrowire. Wireburst. Sunblitz. Sidearmor. Blueside. Airclaw. Flyboard. Crossvortex. Shadelane. Blastbox. Pulsecast. Blastpulse. Dreamtrust. Tempestburn. Chromeglide. Turbobang. Steelswitch. Goldsight. Quickway. Sidewrangle. Chromestalker. Divebrawn. Hangfire. Quarrelstorm. Grandtron. Roadlight. Coilvigor. Dustturbine. Halffeather. Botanibeam. Meltcrack. Rhiflow. Darkvortex. Airmaster. Flamelift. Razorquake. Lunarcut. Grimsteel. Blueray. Windsmasher. Sky High. Astrowhip. Lancet. Lockstock. Skystriker. Armorquake. Photontron. Grizzsplitter. Swiftlock. Roughslide. Hangcut. Smokespike. Tigerwar. Virtuousquake. Hookglide. Skyvolley. Hypervortex. Gunway. Doomwar. Wreckclaw. Turboscope. Retrodrive. Depthstalker. Soundhorn. Halfcrusher. Dreadmelody. Melodyhorn. Dreaddrive. Hyperblitz. Shadowscratch. Landclash. Longwire. Helibrawn. Kriegload. Stonething. Locksnarl. Broadguard. Buzzburst. Roadfeather. Thunderfeather. Snakebuzz. Buzzguard. Tigerglide. Starstrong. Toptwitch. Hydrawing. Razorcrusher. Elementslide. Highshift. Doomcrusher. Meltfeather. Grimstalker. Hardbang. Furyditch. Influxblitz. Shiftbang. Featherstalker. Meltcrusher. Grimdoom. Strikeways. Voltclaw. Rollstrong. Nightwave. Rhinorake. Clawblade. Quarrelblade. Turbinewhistle. Bladekrieg. Flashember. Stonebuster. Skybrawl. Guntop. Widerake. Rollclutch. Quickspot. Rollboom. Razorfire. Chromepounder. Blowside. Smokefist. Oilback. Flatscream. Bonelift. Tigerguard. Astroblaze. Breakline. Cinderbeam. Growlkick. Doomstop. Bombfeather. Joltstalker. Cinderbite. Bulletstuff. Doublescream. Thunderzephyr. Smokemaster. Grimstop. Boulderwave. Hydrauguard. Motorcharge. Meanbrawn. Thunderwar. Cloudlift. Tigerburn. Joltshift. Blowbrawl. Sparktron. Breakblast. Hookstrong. Gunwave. Rumblebrawn. Hangcrush. Flysnarl. Flyheap. Savageclaw. Cloudtrack. Gundrift. Blowblades. Nightraider. Armorkick. Hookline. Rollblaze. Slipbuster. Cindertrap. Magnaflow. Tempestblade. Bulletmaster. Chromeblast. Stonepoint. Hammerrazor. Icebeast. Aquacrusher. Dinosnarl. Gunscrap. Lunarbot. Slambutton. Joltbrawn. Solarvortex. Slipmaster. Megabeam. Dreadstrike. Meanjump. Meancrack. Flatflight. Thundertalon. Ripdome. Chainslide. Magmascope. Ironflash. Cliffscrap. Blowquake. Cannonjump. Wolfburner. Rhiwatch. Darktrap. Retroglider. Retroslide. Brushbutton. Flyblades. Rumbleheap. Deepway. Speedhorn. Magnalight. Grimkill. Quickhead. Twinklefungus. Venturush. Neutrobolt. Vicestuff. Leotop. Solarpunch. Darkflow. Blitzquake. Flyfeather. Chromestorm. Jawback. Rageclaw. Depthblight. Pillagescratch. Sidecrush. Freezestrong. Gloomstorm. Sideflash. Windbird. Swiftway. Leadfist. Breakglide. Swiftback. Divebird. Icetwitch. Backclash. Stormbrake. Scraptrap. Grindsplitter. Jawglitch. Razorstream. Steelkick. Kickfoot. Rumbledrive. Rushhowler. Gloomdrive. Shadowwhip. Fieryraider. Shockburner. Nightfeather. Quickglide. Chaincycle. Bulletcase. Avianspot. Broadsight. Overjump. Bodycase. Skyviper. Jetkill. Grimscope. Bombbolt. Leoboom. Razorcloud. Gearviper. Magnavortex. And last, but not least,Halfcycle.We're on your side."
Smokewar came up and replied, "Well, we could use all the help we can get."
Optimus knelt towards Sam and Mikaela's craned eye level and asks Sam specifically, "Are you Samuel James Witwicky, the last descendant of Amundsen Archibald Witwicky?"
Mikaela whispers to Sam, "The rest of them know your name."
Sam replied in awe before asking his own question, "Yeah. I am Samuel James Witwicky. And I assume you're Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots?"
Optimus answers in a surprised tone, "Yes. I am Optimus Prime."
In response to being stared at by the Autobot leader, Adlerwheel says to Optimus, "They already know everything. We took the liberty of informing them in advance."
Optimus hummed in curiosity before asking me, "Where did you and your crew come from?"
I answered, "The truth is, the four hundred and seventeen of us in my crew were not always Autobots."
Ratchet asks me, "What do you mean by that?"
Adlerwheel answers for me, "We were once human beings from another universe. Only, in our home dimension, the race of Transformers is works of fiction."
Everyone in Prime's crew looked at us in disbelief and shock. Except for Optimus.
Optimus nodded to signal us to continue.
Beetlewing continues with our little origin story, "The Transformers multiverse in our dimension consists of comic books, cartoons, animated films, live action films, video games and non-sentient plastic toys for human children to play with to enact their developing imaginations in the world of Transformers."
Zacklaser interrupts to point out, "But don't worry, we got three hours to explain some basic stuff."
I continued thoroughly, "In the years following World War II in our dimension, toy companies in America and Japan started reusing empty plastic and tin food containers to create transformable toy robots to entertain children. Because of the Diaclone and Microman toys being reused in America with different names for the initial lineup for Transformers, comic books featuring the first adventures of Transformers and the popularity of the budding Transformers toy lines, the first Transformers cartoon was published on TV in the year 1984. This Transformers cartoon became known as Transformers Generation 1. Along with the toyline, the Transformers Generation 1 comic books and cartoon introduced many popular characters. They include, but are not limited to, Optimus, Bumblebee, Jazz, Ironhide, Ratchet, the Aerialbots, the Protectobots, the Dinobots, Omega Supreme, etc. The comic books, cartoon and toys introduced many different Autobots and Decepticons. Ever since the days of Generation 1, many popular characters like Optimus, Bumblebee, Jazz, Ironhide, Ratchet, Ultra Magnus, Hot Rod/Rodimus Prime, Omega Supreme, Jetfire, Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave and so forth have come in different designs depending on the universal continuity stream of each era. And during the year of 2007 in our universal stream, the Quadwal cluster, the company which owns Transformers had made a live action movie. Every one of you is from that movie. And the other four movies coming after the first one from our home dimension will be taking place in this universal stream over the course of the next fifteen years."
All the assembled Autobots – minus my crew – were in total surprise with what we told them.
Just then, Ironhide asks grumpily, "What if this is some kind of Decepticon trick to give us false information and have us all suffer an existential crisis?"
I then pointed out something that made Ironhide stay quiet, "Perhaps if you had voice stress analyzers in your processors, you could analyze the stress levels of our voices to determine if we were telling the truth or if we were lying."
Sam inquired me, "Wait, you think you might have something like that in your robotic brain modules?"
Ratchet then interjected, "We do have those, and I detected zero stress in the voices of our interdimensional friends. Voice stress analysis indicated that Cuervosplicer and his crew were indeed telling the truth."
Ironhide sighs in reluctance, realizing that my crew and I were telling the truth about how we know of the Transformers.
Pushing the matter aside for now, Optimus made his introductions.
It went about the same as the original timeline, except with the added twenty-six Autobots that didn't show up in the original timeline.
Jazz then asks me, "Cuervosplicer, would you be so kind as to help each of us in this war?"
I answered, "Of course I would, Jazz."
But before Optimus can say anything, I continued, "Now, Amundsen Witwicky's glasses are in Sam's backpack, and the backpack is in the kitchen of the Witwicky residence. However, Sam will be unable to get the glasses to us without his parents noticing because it's half an hour before eleven o'clock, and eleven o'clock in the evening is Sam's curfew. If he's not on time for his curfew, he'll be grounded."
Ironhide asks curiously, "Is that some form of punishment for human children?"
Mikaela answers for us, "Yeah. Basically, if a human child disobeys their parents in terms of being late on their curfews multiple times, they're grounded. Meaning that, for a set amount of time ranging from a few weeks to a few months, they are prohibited from exiting their homes for anything not related to school or their jobs in terms of human teenagers."
Optimus' crew hums in curiosity at the explanation.
Then Stonebuster adds, "Additionally, we can't get to the Witwicky residence without drawing suspicions and attention from Sam's parents or their neighbors. Our robot modes will cause serious damage to the Witwicky's property and if we bump into any electrical wires surrounding the neighborhood, we'd cause a blackout, a temporary loss of electrical power throughout the whole block. And if they do happen to see us, they'll tattle on us to the government, and in particular, Sam's mother has a nasty temper. Especially in terms of threatening invasive government agents to get off her property before she beats the crap out of them. And unfortunately, she doesn't care if she'll go to federal prison for threatening assault on even a federal agent investigating disturbances in the neighborhood without a search warrant. For Judy Witwicky, she delusionally and pridefully believes that as long as she gets what she wants, as long as people respect her and her family, and as long as people suffer the consequences for getting on her bad side, nothing else matters. And she won't even hesitate to force Sam to give up Bumblebee if he ever reveals himself to Sam's parents."
With a worried expression and a worried tone, Optimus then asks me, "Is there anyone else we need to worry about in terms of humans finding out about us?"
I replied thoroughly, "There is. A secret United States government organization called Sector Seven. They monitor all forms of extraterrestrial activity. Ever since they were formed by President Herbert Hoover in the early 1900s, they've been deadset on capturing any Transformers they come across so they can freeze them and reverse-engineer the technology of their constructions to advance human technology while cutting off any forms of escape so that way, the guinea pigs would be liable to get slaughtered once the organization gets what they wanted. They've already done that with Megatron after Amundsen Witwicky was institutionalized to prevent any form of worldwide panic from the idea of alien robots living among humankind in the event he tried to share his discovery with the various explorers and scientists of the world. And trust me; these guys are serious enough to the point where they will not hesitate to imprison any human being affiliating themselves with either Autobots or Decepticons. In terms of imprisoning any human being affiliating themselves with Transformers, Sector Seven doesn't differentiate between humans working for the Autobots or those working for the Decepticons. In particular, their highest-ranking agents can do whatever they want with their prisoners without suffering the consequences, all thanks to their ridiculously-named 'Do whatever you want and get away with it badges.' And if we were to corner them, disarm them and imprison them for taking Sam and Mikaela into federal custody without proper authorization from President George Bush, Jr, they wouldn't hesitate to call for backup without any of us noticing. And even if we did get President Bush's input on Sector Seven's rash actions, they wouldn't listen to even him despite the fact that the President of the United States has the supreme authority and total control over any United States government agency, including the ones that are kept top secret from everyone in the government. That's why we have to worry about Sector Seven."
Everyone was in total shock at my explanation of Sector Seven's background and their not-so-benevolent duties.
Just then, a limousine came rolling at us.
Upon zooming in with our optic receptors, me, my crew and our new friends could see miniature American flags on the car, signifying that it was the President's limousine.
Optimus asks us, "Is that the 'President' you told us about?"
I nodded to signify my answer.
Once the luxurious car came to a stop, the driver escorted the President out of the car.
President Bush, Jr. came to us and asked, "Are you and your friends here to save us from your malevolent brethren?"
Optimus answered, "Yes, Mr. President. Our malevolent brethren are called Decepticons. In terms of how to look out for them, they primarily take on the appearances of military planes. In their robot modes, they take on scary aspects of monstrous abominations in the cultures and mythologies of our respective planets. And lastly, their eyes are red in color to differentiate them from me and my fellow Autobots."
Then, President Bush, Jr. asks me, "And you. What is your true purpose in our dimension?"
I answered, "I was reformatted and brought to this dimension to be the Guardian of the Allspark Cube and to be its Recreator in the event it gets destroyed. It was the duty bestowed upon me by Optimus Prime's predecessors, the Dynasty of the Primes, and the legendary god of the Transformers himself, Primus."
Everyone gasped in shock.
They couldn't believe I was chosen to be the Guardian of the Allspark Cube, as well as its Recreator. Or in other words, its rebuilder to have the Cube rebuilt in the event its physical form was destroyed.
Then President Bush asked me, "Is there anything my military can do to help you?"
I answered, "You can start by making sure that Sector Seven doesn't cause us any trouble in regards to Sam and Mikaela affiliating themselves with alien robots."
President Bush nodded as he went to his limousine.
Optimus called out, "Autobots, transform and roll out!"
We all transformed into our vehicle modes and the teens entered Bumblebee's vehicle mode.
As we were driving down the route to the Witwicky residence, I could feel my power of resurrection flow out of my circuits and revive the people murdered by Blackout and Scorponok. In addition to repairing the damage to the U.S. SOCCENT Airbase to enable the soldiers to be caught up with the recent events taking place. Along with restoring the data destroyed by the severed hard lines.
Apparently, my power especially flows out of me whenever it subconsciously detects dead people's prayers.
Once the whole thing was over, I could feel Optimus contacting me by my commlink.
Optimus states to me, "You do not appear to be at ease in my presence, Cuervosplicer. Don't worry; I won't harm you. If you were a Decepticon, I would've taken you prisoner. But since you intend to use your foreknowledge for the greater good, partially because of your new duty regarding the Allspark, I'll make sure you're comfortable in your newly-built Cybertronian armor plating."
I said in response, "Well, it's just that it's a big honor to meet you and the four primary members of your crew, Optimus. Me and my crew always wanted to meet you guys, but in our world, you all weren't real."
Optimus hums in curiosity before asking me, "Then I would imagine, in any other situation, this would be a moment of great excitement for you and your friends. Am I right?"
I replied humbly, "Yes. You're precisely right."
Optimus noticed I was a bit on edge as he asked me, "Is something bothering you, Cuervosplicer?"
I answered, "The thing is, many villains of this universal stream will most assuredly abuse my foreknowledge if they ever found out I have foreknowledge. For example, Sector Seven won't hesitate to either capture me for my foreknowledge or to experiment on me. Next, when Soundwave connects himself to the United States Space Station in Earth's orbit, he could eavesdrop on every single military conversation. If my foreknowledge is even brought up once, Soundwave will inform his Decepticon superiors. As a result, any Decepticon commander will not hesitate to order my capture. Also, the Decepticons' primary human ally, Dylan Gould, won't hesitate to take my friends and family hostage to force me to reveal every piece of my foreknowledge to be abused by the Decepticons. A future organization called Cemetery Wind won't hesitate to kill me for my 'Transformium' upon being told to do so by their boss, Harold Attinger. Additionally, Harold Attinger won't hesitate to force me into working for him by threatening anyone close to me, friends or family. He would've forced me to accomplish his goals of wiping out the entire Transformers race for profit, no matter if they're Autobots or Decepticons. Also, the bounty hunter Lockdown won't hesitate to bring me to Quintessa so she can mesmerize me into destroying the Earth. Another future organization known as the Transformers Reaction Force won't hesitate to shoot me on sight for being an alien robot. In addition, they won't hesitate to shoot me on sight for affiliating myself with the Autobots, no matter if they're not the same as the Decepticons like Harold Attinger and the world leaders say. I would easily take it all up with the President himself if I could, but it's my word against Attinger's without sufficient evidence, even with my ability to project my memories as film evidence. And even with my ability to make people tell the truth with my power of hypnosis. In addition to that, the future President's aide in the future is extremely ignorant and far too stupid to even investigate Attinger's crimes. Attinger's partner, Joshua Joyce and his KSI Company won't hesitate to try bailing Attinger out of federal prison no matter what we try to tell Joyce. And, of course, I don't trust the government. But all of that information will be revealed at a later date, preferably with the President and the military listening before Soundwave eavesdrops by hooking up with the Space Station in two years from now."
Optimus took my words into consideration before telling me, "Now, Cuervosplicer, if you have any piece of foreknowledge of the next few days to share, now is the time. But I will not force you to share such information if you don't want to."
I sighed as I explained thoroughly, "Over the past few days, Blackout and Scorponok attacked a United States military base in the nation known as Qatar to find information on the whereabouts of Megatron and the Allspark. The hard lines for the data were severed, so Blackout killed the majority of the Special Forces operatives while simultaneously destroying every military vehicle on the base to prevent anyone from escaping. A small minority of survivors managed to escape, along with a kid from a nearby village. Blackout sent Scorponok after them. Scorponok killed two of the survivors while the others managed to successfully call for reinforcements from the Pentagon using a local cellular telephone. The initial airstrike didn't faze Scorponok, but then the air support was requested to us highly heated anti-tank sabot rounds on the drone. As it turned out, sabot rounds are the only carryable Earthly ammunition capable of damaging Cybertronian battle armor. Scorponok was wounded to the point where he had to retreat. Sadly, as I previously said, two of the soldiers didn't make it out alive. And as we speak, the remaining soldiers are currently on their way back to the United States to report to the President and the Secretary of Defense about the newly-discovered information. Of course, what came unexpected was that my supernatural power has actually managed to revive the dead soldiers, repaired the entire military base and restored the destroyed vehicles and the data destroyed when the servers were blown up."
Optimus then asks me, "Will there be any casualties in the next few days?"
I answered, "Yes. Multiple civilians at the Battle of Mission City, along with Jazz at the hands of a thawed-out Megatron."
Optimus vented as he asked me warily, "How did Megatron kill Jazz when you first witnessed it in your dimension?"
I answered reluctantly, "In response to Jazz protecting some runaway humans in Mission City, Megatron took Jazz to a nearby building and ripped him in half from the midsection. By the time Ratchet and Ironhide got to Jazz, it was already too late."
I could practically hear Optimus breathing in what could be considered mourning if he knew what was gonna happen and if he wasn't there to stop it.
Optimus then inquired me, "And do you know how dangerous Megatron is, even with the powers granted to you by Primus and the Dynasty of the Primes?"
I answered, "Yes, I am absolutely aware of how dangerous Megatron is. But thankfully, I was given the ability to predict my opponent's movements and copy their reflexes. Therefore, that combined with my enhanced superhuman memory will enable me to copy Megatron's gladitorial combat moves to be used against him in the event I'm unfortunate enough to be engaged by him in a straight-up fight."
Optimus took a moment to consider my words before asking me, "What do you intend to do, once you have fulfilled your duty and your foreknowledge has been completely used up?"
I thought about it for a few seconds before I answered, "To be honest, even if Cybertron is restored and all the Decepticons defeated, I don't think Primus would want to return me to my home dimension without time passing in my world since I previously departed. Along with the fact that Primus would want me to become a Prime. But one thing's for sure: I will NEVER take on such a big responsibility from another world, no matter what Primus says. I am one of God's children first and foremost, and I'll be crapped if God and Primus duke it out over who gets full custody of me after the Battle of Armageddon."
Optimus was left silent after that as we came to a stop at the Witwicky residence.
Soon enough, we were given the glasses by Mikaela as we found out we were just in time for Sam to meet his curfew date.
Soon enough, we took Mikaela to her home, as it was almost time for her curfew.
Of course, I really didn't mind Mikaela riding inside of me despite the fact that I literally hate anyone who commits grand theft auto.
Just then, Mikaela asked me out of the blue, "Did you really want to meet me and Sam, Cuervosplicer?"
I answered while being brutally honest, "Yes, but a small part of me didn't want to meet you because I have an extreme hatred for anyone who commits minor to serious crimes, including grand theft auto and mass murder."
Mikaela looked ready to pop a blood vessel before I stated something that calmed her down: "But I've always believed that almost everyone deserves an opportunity for redemption, as long as they're willing to change and willing to try the good path."
Mikaela sighed in relief.
Just then, I had a mischievous thought, one that I had ever since I saw the Transformers movie for the first time. At the same time, I had this mischievous thought ever since I saw Mikaela in white high heels in the second movie.
Thinking quickly since Mikaela was asleep in the passenger seat, my human form quietly and carefully took Mikaela's shoes and socks off without waking her up.
I grinned evilly at the sight of Mikaela's red-painted toenails and her finely pedicured feet.
Carefully taking her feet into my lap without waking her up while I controlled my vehicle mode via an autopilot, I started to slowly tickle Mikaela's feet without completely waking her up.
I got soft giggling in response to the slow, delicate tickling.
This continued for a minute before I stopped so as to not wake up Mikaela.
Bringing her feet to my face, I kissed the middles of her soles as softly as I can so as to not wake her up.
Yeah, I have a foot fetish, so her parents and Sam can sue me for all I care.
As we were approaching the Banes residence, I quietly and quickly put Mikaela's socks and shoes back on her feet, once again being careful enough to not wake her up.
Once we stopped, I used my human form to carefully carry Mikaela into her house bridal style without waking her up.
Interestingly enough, in my home dimension, I was strong enough to lift some of the tallest and heaviest women in my family without breaking a sweat. But Mikaela Banes from the Tyran cluster? Lifting her off her feet and carefully carrying her sleeping form to her room without waking her up was a piece of cake.
Once I set her down on her bed, I quietly snapped my fingers and used my magic power to replace Mikaela's clothes with her sleepwear.
Secretly thankful that the other Autobots didn't see what I did on the way here, I whispered as softly as I can into Mikaela's ear, "Goodnight, my dear."
Once I exited her bedroom without making a noise and without being seen, I reentered my vehicle mode and drove off with Optimus Prime and our respective crews.
Once we started driving away, we stop to notice Sector Seven vans picking up Mikaela in the clothes she was wearing earlier.
My guess is that they got Sam, too.
I growled like an enraged dragon at the sight, knowing that we would have to switch to Plan B.
Optimus took notice, but didn't bother to speak about it.
I contacted President Bush, Jr. to let him know about the situation.
To say the least, he was not happy one bit.
So we intercepted the vans while the President's aide and the others intercepted the van carrying Sam's parents in the same area.
Once Optimus ripped the roof of the first car, I could hear Sam say to the agents smugly, "You a**holes are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friends, Cuervosplicer and Optimus Prime."
Optimus sneered to the black ops agents, "Taking the children and one of the children's parents into custody without permission from your President and without a warrant was a bad move."
The agents pulled out their guns in response.
However, I growled out while leaving out crucial info, "Your pathetic guns are no match for our superior battle armors."
Optimus called out, "Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."
Our crews disarmed the agents while President Bush and his men freed our friends.
However, I wasn't finished as I called out, "Make sure they don't have anything that can have them call for backup."
Jazz's magnet sucked up all the agents' telecommunications and other communication devices.
The agents immediately chose to surrender as President Bush, Jr. came up to Seymour Simmons.
Optimus knelt to Seymour's eye level as the agent leader said, "Hi there."
Optimus asks me, "They do not seem to be afraid. Are they not surprised to see us?"
I answered, "Nope. It's mostly because of their experiences with keeping Megatron, or NBE-1 as they call him, on ice. And of course, they are under strict orders not to make verbal contact with any of our kind that they come across."
Optimus growled as he stated to the agents, "You should know better than to take our collaborators into custody without authorization from President Bush, Jr., without a warrant, and without double checking to see if any of us are friend or foe."
President Bush, Jr. added his two cents, "He's got that right."
Our human friends, including Sam's parents, sneered at the agents with their arms crossed and their hands on their hips.
Agent Simmons protested while pointing out Sam and Mikaela for added emphasis, "Mr. President, we had reason to believe that these guys weren't benevolent and that these two were working for them."
However, to our pleasures, President Bush rebuked him and said in response, "Agent Simmons, these guys are part of a race of sentient robots that have been at war with each other for millions of years. Their kind is split in two factions, the heroic Autobots and the tyrannical Decepticons. The only way to differentiate them is the color of their eyes. The Autobots' eyes are blue while the Decepticons' eyes are red. And both these kids provided them valuable intellect that could help them end their war. But what you and your soldiers did was against the word of my predecessors. You might believe you're high and mighty because you're top secret to the rest of the United States, but never forget that every President of the United States, including myself, are and will always be in charge of Sector Seven."
Beetlewing interjected as she stated in a rebuking manner, "In addition to that, we've seen how your government reacts to extraterrestrials and advanced technology. We've seen your kind's capacity for war. If any of you and the militaries of the world got your hands on our technology and weaponry, every nation would be engaging in a different kind of World War Three. As a result of that, even if we make an alliance to hunt down all Decepticons hiding on Earth, not a single one of us trusts your government. Not. One. Bit."
President Bush's eyes widened in surprise as he realizes that Beetlewing was right.
Of course, President Bush assured us that he'll make sure that future events don't come to that.
However, as I told Optimus earlier, I've learned early on to never, EVER trust even the President of the United States on every matter regarding aliens among us or advanced technology. Especially when it comes to the possibility of time travel being invented and then being abused because of some human beings being prideful and greedy.
Just then, Mikaela said to Optimus, "Optimus, they brought up the fact that I have a juvenile record because I wouldn't turn in my dad for committing grand theft auto. I committed grand theft auto with him sometimes because we couldn't always afford a babysitter. When have you had to sacrifice anything in your life during the War for Cybertron, fighting the Decepticons?"
Optimus replied with that ancient and wise tone I always admired, "The fact that you chose not to turn in a criminal relative proves that your kind has a long way to go before you can be granted entry in the afterlife that your religions speak about. The fact that you chose to sacrifice your reputation for the love of a criminal relative proves that your kind tends to make the right sacrifices and the wrong ones, no matter if they're beneficial for everyone or not. As for your question, sacrificing something in my life was not something easy to do ever since Megatron started the Great War long ago. I've seen my finest soldiers and true friends die battling for honor and for the opportunity to end the war so that Cybertron could be restored one day. But whenever it came down to rescuing hostages, whether friends or family, I always sacrificed all moral thinking to save the hostages, even if the whole thing turned out to be a trap later on. But, no matter if your father gets parole for his actions or not, keep in mind that every sentient being deserves an opportunity for redemption. Every sentient being in the universe, mechanical or organic, possesses the capacity for change. I ask only this of you, Mikaela: when you manage to accomplish your short-term and long-term goals in the future, and we Autobots have already left for Cybertron, never forget the friends and family you made tonight."
Mikaela was brought to tears by that speech.
Despite Optimus' intense hatred for human criminals, he always recognized how some of them would be willing to go through Heaven, Hell and Purgatory for the people they love.
Soon enough, President Bush, Jr. explained everything to the Sector Seven agents.
Soon, we came to a compromise: to have Sam's parents returned home and to take Sam and Mikaela to the Hoover Dam so that the agents working there can be brought up to speed.
Let's just say everyone agreed to the compromise.
After Beetlewing and I gave Sam and Mikaela an improvisational shower, a change of clothes, and the opportunity to brush their teeth, we were soon on our way to the Hoover Dam.
In particular note, Sam and Mikaela were sleeping inside my vehicle mode.
It's a good thing Mikaela doesn't know about and doesn't remember my little prank on her.
Because even though I always wanted to tickle Mikaela, now that I'm immensely satisfied that I did it for the first time, I took a vow to never do it again. The reason for that being is not only do I want to stay out of trouble, but also, Sam and Mikaela's parents will be steamed when they find out. Not to mention Optimus might lecture me about keeping such inappropriate impulses in check, no matter how many times I have heard it, but never experienced it firsthand.
Thankfully, I remembered that I was much better than that. And therefore, if I keep my impulses in check, I might just keep my freedoms, my privileges, and my friendships.
As we continued making our way to the Hoover Dam, I began to dread what was soon to come.
If I fail my duty and Jazz pays the price for his courage against the likes of Megatron, I will never forgive myself.
And so, I took a vow to murder Megatron if he murders Jazz and Optimus isn't there to stop me. No matter how much Optimus hopes for Megatron to change, this is not the Aurex cluster/the Unicron Trilogy cartoons. This is not the Uniend cluster/the War for Cybertron and Fall of Cybertron video games. This is not the Transformers Prime cartoon. This is not the Robots in Disguise 2015 cartoon. And this is certainly not the Primax cluster/the Generation 1 cartoon, the Beast Wars cartoon, and certainly not the Beast Machines cartoon. Therefore, the rules of some of those clusters featuring Megatron's change of heart don't apply to this universal stream.
God, Primus, please help us in this most dire time of need.
(Optimus Prime's POV...)
As we made our way to the "Hoover Dam" where Megatron is being kept on ice and the Allspark being hidden from both Autobots and Decepticons, I began to hear Cuervosplicer's prayer to our species' respective Supreme Beings.
I can practically hear Cuervosplicer praying to his God and to Primus to help us in this most dire time of need.
Even though Cuervosplicer is a strange fellow considering he was once a human being from another dimension, I can tell he has unimaginable power beyond even what human fiction has portrayed their heroic protagonists to be.
I can tell Cuervosplicer has an important destiny to fulfill, and I intend to help him through it, no matter what it can be.
May the Primes watch over you, Cuervosplicer.
The End.
(Author's notes: That's it. The fourth chapter of this fanfiction.
Also, something to point out: just because Cuervosplicer has a lot of sexual impulses to keep in check doesn't mean that I'm a weirdo, just in case some of you might be wondering. It's just an idea I had for quite a while. Also, for every one of you who might be weirded out, this is the only time I'm portraying Cuervosplicer having such inappropriate impulses to keep in check.
Additionally, I've got a nice surprise superpower development in mind for Cuervosplicer when he first meets Megatron in his attempt to save Jazz. You'll have to wait and see.
See you all in chapter 5.)