AN: It's been awhile since I updated. Haha, sorry! BTW I started watching G1! That's where I got '...' too. Not revealing who just yet, read till the end to find out! I think Like a Boss by Slim Thug came out in '09, but I don't really care. Also, I believe that is a direct Wheelie quote from the movie!
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Sant04: (and anyone else who mentioned Princess!Miles) I just remembered Barricade calling Miles Princess in the chapter with Epps' recorder! Miles was doomed from the start.
shadow-dog18: Good enough point!
Senka: Regarding the powers, I do have plans for them and reasons as to why they are the way they are. One example might be in the next chapter if I get around to it.
Sidenote: Dear lord! Chapter 40 already!
UPDATE: Did Ms. Authoress really mix up plain and plane? Yes, yes, she did! Haha, I'm too lazy to read all the way over my crap, and generally I don't notice until after I upload it. I reaally need to get a beta reader or just start re-reading everything.
Chapter 40
Flying high
Fig looked between the two in front of him. He knew he was already doomed, but he was attempting to put up a good fight. He had just recently gotten permission to leave base to visit his mother for a week, and all he had been talking about was eating her famous alligator meat.
And Sam and Miles had asked Jorge to sneak them out. They were going stir crazy, and they did have a pretty good arguement. There would be a NEST soldier with them at all times, and it would broaden their cultural horizens.
"Please Fig?" Sam asked, standing closer to the soldier than Miles was.
"Please?" Miles echoed his best human friend, both looking at the soldier hopefully.
Fig thought for little more than a moment. If he didn't, then he was screwed. He knew Miles could probably come up with something embarrassing after the gnome incident, and he didn't even want to know what Sam would do. If he did, and nothing happened, he'd get lightly reprimanded. If he did, and something did happen... well, that was better left not thought about. He decided to take his chances, and hope that nothing worse happened than possibly a very long, annoying, road trip.
He sighed, "Sí, sí."
The two teens cheered, high-fiving each other. Fig rolled his eyes, going to talk to Optimus Prime. Despite the possible danger, Optimus probably wouldn't be that hard to convince to let the two go. He had let Barricade and Miles go to see Miles' family, Optimus being the one who gave Ironhide their cover story, and he'd let Will leave to do the same whenever Sarah wanted to visit her parents. Besides that, the Prime owed him. Fig would be one of the first to know about any pranks Sideswipe would be playing, and he'd tell Optimus so he could get a front row seat to the funny. What leader wouldn't appreciate that?
Blaster checked the screen he was watching again, and then made sure he was seeing right. He was on monitor duty, and checking on Decepticon activity. According to the screen, he had stumbled on to some. Frag.
Seeing as where it was placed, he could only assume it was a seeker. But what was one doing all the way out there? According to Sector Seven they had gotten everything that there was to get.
He called Red Alert over, and then the two called on Prowl. They all found the same thing that Blaster had originally found.
And it was time to contact Prime.
"Do you think something else could be there? I mean, Megatron was. Maybe something was with him, like a ship?" Epps asked, frowning at the image showing on the projector.
After finding out, Optimus had called a meeting. Will, Epps, Graham, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Barricade, Ratchet, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, Jazz, Prowl, and Trailbreaker had all come to see what was going on. Soundwave had declinded coming, preferring to be in Wheeljack's lab while his Cassetticons ran wild outside.
"We could ask Sam. Archibald found Megatron, maybe he found something else and no one payed him any mind." Will suggested, leaning against Ironhide's servo. All of the organics were sitting on the large table, made for Cybertronian usage.
"We haven't seen either of them all day." Bumblebee sighed, looking at Barricade.
The ex-con shrugged, "We thought they were planning something."
Optimus cleared his vents, turning the projector off.
"No, I gave them permission to go with Fig to his mother's house for the week." Optimus didn't bother explaining himself. He was Prime, he shouldn't have to.
"You did what?" Bumblebee growled, surprising everyone, except Barricade. He had heard it before. The two did spend a lot of time together, even if it had originally only been because of Miles and Sam. Through that they came to tolerate one another, and that was enough.
"You really need to stop doing that. I'm not going to be blamed for influencing you, insect."
Fig glanced at the two boys sitting in the back seat, "Whatever happened to the Allspark shard?"
It had been retrieved, and then Optimus had given it to Wheeljack for the scientist to do as he saw fit.
Miles and Sam looked at each other, and grinned.
"Sorry, Figgy. That's classified information." Miles smirked, Sam nodding.
"Only four people know, besides who it went to. Wheeljack, myself, and Miles."
"Who's the fourth?"
"Optimus."
"He knows everything, doesn't he?"
Miles snorted, "If I was leading all of the same people, I'd make sure I knew everything, too. Only way he has to keep sane."
Tranquility
Mikaela worked away in her father's garage, wrist deep in the internals of a truck. She heard her phone go off, and grabbed a cloth, wiping the grease from her hands. She grinned as she listened to Like a Boss play away. It made it only too obvious who was calling.
She made sure her hands were clean before picking up, "Hello, Optimus."
"Hello, Mikaela. I must apologize, but I fear that there is no time for asking after you right now. There has been an increase of Decepticon activity, and I am worried. The Allspark?"
"Safe. Not on me, but I know the general area of where it is."
There was a slight pause on the other end, and she tried not to grin again. "The general area?"
"The general area." She echoed, allowing herself to grin. In the back ground she could here a mouse trap snap, and her dog bark. "Oh, hold on, a mouse just got caught."
"Mikaela, wai-"
She set the phone down, and got up, going over to the sound of where the mouse trap had been set. She didn't like getting rid of them, so she'd normally take a broom and brush them against the wall so her dad could do it later.
She stopped when she heard loud Cybertronian cussing, mixed with English.
"What kind of pit forsaken house of horrors is this place?"
She grabbed one of the blow torches, and ever so carefully climbed up on one of the work benches. She peered over the edge, coming face to face with a tiny Decepticon. They both jerked back in surprise.
"DECEPTICON!"
"ORGANIC!"
Mrs. Figueroa looked at the two teens her baby, Jorge, had brought with him. She didn't know much about the giant alien robots her son always went on about, but she could only guess that the two with him did.
Much to the delight of the two teens, Mrs. Figueroa lived far back in the middle of no where, for the most part. There was a little town three miles to the east, but you had to cross the river to get there on a bridge. Neither of them had been in this type of area before, and were more than excited to enjoy it now.
"Mamá, saluda Sam y Miles." Fig said, and both teens could guess a rough estiment of what he said. Mom, say hello to Sam and Miles. That was some of the easiest Spanish that they had ever heard Fig speak.
She grinned, "Hola, boys. Just call me Mamá Fig."
Miles peered over the edge of the boat down into the brown murky water they were floating on. "Mamá, are there really gators in here?"
"Of course, hijo!" Mamá Fig replied, her attention on Sam at the moment. The poor boy's stomach apparently didn't agree with being on a boat.
"At least whatever he up chucks will attract the gators." Fig snickered, causing Sam to groan.
That was when Sam's phone went off, and both Fig and Miles laughed.
"Sweet Little Bumblebee, seriously dude?" Miles grinned, grabbing Sam's phone as Sam glared at him. It wasn't hard to guess who was calling if it was that ring tone. He answered it, "Hey sweet little Bee!"
He then jerked the phone away from his ear in surprise. Bumblebee was extremely loud. Sam smirked at his friend, "Oops, did I forget to mention Bee can be a little loud?"
Fig laughed, Mamá Fig rolled her eyes, and Miles gave his best friend a sour look. The teen held the phone far enough away that if Bumblebee was loud it wouldn't hurt, but so he could still hear the Autobot. He talked for a bit.
"Don't tell me you can't pull this off." A sniding tone rang in the audios of a mech, and he looked at his long time friend with sad optics.
"Why is there need to? Can we not leave them be and find some other source? The matrix, perhaps?"
A snort. "Did you glitch your processor? Megatron is the one who wants to kill Prime. We touch him and there's no way out."
"Why do we still fight? The Allspark is gone."
A sneer. "You are weak sparked, my friend. If we do not, the Autobots will kill us. They are ruthless in their treatment of us!"
He had been told a lot of the Autobots by now. They sounded horrible, like monsters. A story a Creator would tell their sparkling to get the little one to behave for the night. The mech couldn't believe that Cybertronians like that could actually exist. But here his friend was, telling him all these awful stories of death and painful deactivation.
He couldn't understand how they had fallen so far.
"Well?" Barricade asked.
Bumblebee sighed, "Fig said he borrowed one of the trackers."
"Tracker?" Will stood on Ironhide's shoulder, looking at Bumblebee.
"It has the ability to tell us of the incoming of any registered Cybertronian. Neutral, Autobot, or Decepticon." Ironhide informed, cleaning one of his cannons.
Of course, it wasn't perfect. The one Blaster had caught the seeker on, one they knew only as Decepticon, had been piggy backing on an Earth satellite. The one Fig had wasn't nearly as good, and would only be able to do so if they were within a three to five mile radius, if there was a satellite close enough to bounce the signal off of. Optimus had sent one of their own, tiny, and extremely basic satellites to follow the trio so they'd always be in distance of one.
"So it has a blind spot?"
"No, it covers all three of the factions."
"But what if they're not under any of the three? I mean, wouldn't it be impossible to track down every single Cybertronian and wrangle a response out of them?"
The three Cybertronians looked at the tiny organic in surprise. Bumblebee and Ironhide thought about this for a moment. There was a lot they had registered on the trackers, more than would ever be able to fit on the planet of Earth. A lot had died too, but Optimus had just recently said to let the dead pop up as well, since Jazz had died and then came back. It didn't actually seem possible that they could have missed someone, Cybertron was very up to date with her data. But then again...
Ironhide sent Prowl a comm message. :We need you to give us the statistic probability on something.:
"Fig, what the hell is that?"
A pause as the soldier looked to find out what Sam was talking about.
"¡Ay Dios mio! What is that?"
They looked up at the sky. They being Sam, Fig, and Miles. The trio was outside, Mamá Fig having gone in to start cooking the gator meat awhile ago. The soldier and the two teens had been enjoying watching the sunset as they sat on the porch, drinking their root beers and talking about this and that.
Fig checked his tracker, but nothing came up. This relieved him, but worried him at the same time.
"Slag! A plane is crashing!" He stuck his head in the door, "Mamá, call the hospital! We got a plane headin' down!"
Miles and Sam were already running closer to the plane that was taking a nose dive to the ground. Fig yelled at them to wait, and was chasing after them. He was pulling out his cell phone to take a picture, just when he ran into Sam's back.
"Sam, what th-"
Fig looked at what the boys were looking at, and his stomach dropped. The plane had pulled out of it's sharp nose dive, and was now landing safely on the ground. The plane disappeared from sight behind a set of trees, and they all waited.
After a moment they could hear the loud thump of footsteps, and Fig stepped in front of the two teens, pulling out his gun. A good soldier always had one on him. He held it aloft, "Get to Mamá!"
Sam and Miles scrambled backward just as the largest Cybertronian they had ever seen came into view, wearing the Decepticon symbol. Fig fired, but the mech didn't even seem to notice. Instead, he leaned down, and slammed his hand on the ground directly in front of the two teens, effectively stopping their mad dash for the house. He then grabbed them, continued to ignore Fig, took a few steps back, and transformed.
Fig chased after for a bit, but there was nothing he could do. It was the biggest damned seeker he had ever seen, and that meant the mech could fly.
"Mamá, call the base!"
Sam and Miles sat side by side, looking around them warily. There was a lot of stuff inside the Decepticon, like buttons and switches. It looked like he had scanned an Earth plain, but altered it just a bit to make it fit him better. They sat on the ground even though there was seats. According to Miles watch they had been in the mech for all of five minutes.
Suddenly a holoform appeared, startling the both of them. Sam openly glared at the tall human look alike, while Miles just looked. Light grey hair and deep grey eyes. It reminded him of storm clouds, and he opened his mouth to say so. Sam shot him a look, but it was already too late. Miles was a talker, so he told the mech what he thought.
Surprisingly enough to both boys, the holoform looked pleased.
"Oh, yes! I thought your planet's storm clouds were quite interesting, and I liked how they looked." The voice sounded pleased, too. "I'm happy someone besides me sees it, Starscream didn't get it at all."
Both teens just stared, causing the holoform to sigh.
"I require your cellular devices. They must be destroyed, and I do not wish to harm you in an attempt to get them off you. Starscream would not inform me how I should set my holoform to handle your kind."
They blinked, and then looked at each other. They had expected rough treatment, insults, maybe even pain. Not this. The mech seemed nice and polite. Sam slowly got out his cellphone, and handed it to the mech. Miles repeated the action. The two teens watched as the holoform broke the phones. Miles decided it would hurt to talk again.
"I'm Miles, and this is Sam."
"I am Skyfire." The holoform peered at the broken phones curiously, examining what he could.
"New to Earth?" Miles asked, and Sam elbowed him. He really wanted Miles to shut up right about now.
"Yes, well..." Skyfire thought about that, "No. Much like Megatron, I froze under the ice. Starscream revived me."
"Oh." Well now they knew who had been flying around in the Arctic circle and why. The two watched silently as Skyfire finished his examination of their now broken phones. He then smiled at them.
"Please, sit, buckle up." Skyfire said pleasantly, "I would not wish to hurt you if it is necessary for me to perform any advanced aerial acrobatics."
Tranquility
Mikaela set Wheelie down on the table, before picking up her phone again.
"Mikaela, Mikaela? Is everything okay? What happened?"
"I just had a small infestation." She sneered at the tiny Decepticon, "Nothing I couldn't handle."
Wheelie snarled, but other wise did nothing. He had already learned that talking back to the organic was a bad idea. One of his optics was completely taken out, and he had a good few dents. He hadn't expected the organic femme to be this tough.
"The Allspark shard?"
"Safe at the bottom of the lake." Mikaela said, before realizing her mistake.
"Mikaela!"
"You're hot, but you ain't too bright!" Wheelie was already contacting Starscream. The human femme may have been tougher than he was expecting, but she was also stupider than he had thought.