Chapter 5

~Plot Rabbits are running out of fuel. Help me make things interesting, okay! Submit a review and tell me what you want to happen. Of course, you'll get ample credit.

Back on Earth, Galen Tropier slicked back his hair with a watered-down comb and made sure his suit and tie were perfect. After all, it wasn't every day one ran for President of the Student Council. He had to look his very best. Checking his speech for errors, he sifted through the index cards and saw that it was good.

"Alright, Mother. I'm going now. Wish me luck!" he called, rushing out the door.

As he walked to school, Galen couldn't help but chuckle to himself. One day, the Ganbakiru High SCA, and the next...the universe. Who knew? It could happen.

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Hotshot, Brina and Neil walked through the doors to the Unified Command Centre to a desk where a blue Transformer was waiting. He looked up and smiled.

"Hey, bro. Here to make your daily report?" inquired Sideswipe. Since returning to Cybertron, he had taken on the responsibility of clearing all those who wished to meet with Optimus, as well as training new recruits for the standing army. Overall, he was content, but the job was dull. It was always good to see his brother come in for a chat.

"'Fraid not, Sideswipe. I have a couple kids here Optimus needs to see."

"What? You're kidding, right, bro? I mean, how can there--"

Sideswipe stopped at Hotshot's stern glance.

"Erm...Right, bro. Go on ahead in. Optimus is meeting with the heads of the Committees right now, but I'll let him know you're here and it's important."

"Thanks, bro."

Hotshot led the way to a large turbolift, and within a few moments the doors opened to a fine office. Windows looked out over the city, and the chairs looked to be rather comfortable. Three smaller robots were hard at work in the office with brooms and mops, cleaning up and making sure the place was in tip-top shape.

"Hey there, you three," called Hotshot jovially. The three smaller robots turned and beeped a greeting to their friend.

"Brina and Neil...these are called Minicons, in case you've never heard of them. They're programmed for peace, and we only use them when they want us to. Since we're in peace time right now, the Minicons volunteer to help us bigger guys with little stuff like this. These three are Runway, Mirage, and Highwire."

The trio of Minicons beeped a hello.

"Nice to see you too, you three," said Brina with a proper Japanese bow.

"Nice to..meet you," said Neil, following her lead.

"Go on ahead and sit down, you two. Optimus will be here soon."

The children decided to take one chair, while Hotshot took the other. A few minutes later, the door swished open, and Hotshot turned to it and snapped to.

"Optimus, sir. Thank you for taking the time to see me today, sir," said Hotshot in military fashion, saluting his commander.

"Sit down, Hotshot. You know I like it when I can get away from those Committees. They always seem to want something. It gets taxing. Oh, well, I guess that's the way that Committees are supposed to be. Always in need of something," came a soft, almost tired voice.

Brina and Neil also stood up and looked up from between Hotshot's shins.

"And who are these two?"

Hotshot looked down to see Brina and Neil peering up at Optimus.

"Sir, these children found their way here from Earth via the warp gate. The femme is Brina, the other is called Neil. They seem to know lots of things about us, yet they don't know why. I thought you might want to talk to them yourself."

"Of course. You're dismissed now, Hotshot. Go ahead and report to Jetfire now. And thank you for bringing these children to me."

"Yes, sir." Hotshot saluted smartly and left.

Optimus sat down at his desk while the children watched and managed to find their way back to their seats. It was a moment before Optimus looked up.

"Children, welcome to Cybertron."