Author's note: So here we are. I apologize for the short chapter, but I promise next chapter will make up for it! I have many ideas on how the story will play out, and cannot wait to put them into motion. Until then, enjoy the chappie!
Emily's POV:
If you told Emily three weeks ago she'd be meeting giant aliens, she'd tell you your insane, and drag you off to an asylum. However, as she stood in front of Optimus Prime, the Autobot leader, all she could feel was awe.
Optimus, their leader, transformed into a semi-truck, stood about twenty-eight feet tall and had a red and blue coloring, and in his alt form had flames. Optimus practically radiated Power and Strength, his blue Optics shining with Wisdom.
Jazz, their first lieutenant, was a silver Porsche, standing thirteen feet tall. He seemed more relaxed than others- well, minus Bumblebee- and even threw out a quip as he introduced himself, sitting on a car.
Their weapons specialist- Ironhide- was a black topkick truck when he transformed. He stood about twenty-six feet tall, and to her sister's delight, loved weapons.
Ratchet, their medic officer, stood about twenty-four feet tall, with yellow coloring. His voice was soothing, though probably had to be- he was, after all, their medic- and he had a peaceful aura around him.
Bumblebee was a Black and Yellow Camaro, standing about seventeen feet tall. He seemed the more child-like of the bunch, as his introduction as a Guardian showed. Though, earlier he'd told her he was their scout.
The scene around them changed suddenly, startling Emily as she moved away from the crevice. She looked around at the planet in awe. She turned, eyes widening at the damage done to the once beautiful planet.
Megatron stood tall, aimed his sphere-like weapon at an assumed auto-bot, and threw it, hitting the bot square in the chest. As the scene disappeared, she couldn't look away from where the Autobot fell. "Who was he?" She'd wondered aloud, as a brief moment of mourning followed the video.
Everyone pauses, glancing at the young girl, "Gaige," Optimus tells her quietly, "He was our weapons' specialist before Ironhide."
"How'd you know about his glasses?" Sam breaks the mourning silence, and Kristiana elbows him harshly in the side.
"Sorry," Emily muttered, glancing down.
"No sweat, ya didn't know," Jazz told her soothingly.
"eBay," Optimus replied to Sam, avoiding the subject.
"If the Decepticons find the All Spark, they will use its power to transform Earth's technology and build a new army," Ratchet explained.
"And the human race will be extinguished." Optimus stood, the other bots gathering around him, "Sam Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth's survival."
"You'd better have those glasses," Mikaela whispered.
Exiting Jazz, the two girls startled as Sam whirled on them, pointing a finger, "I need you to stay here, all right? You've all got to stay here, and you've got to watch them," Sam growled, "All of them. Do you hear what I'm saying?"
"Okay, okay," Mikaela nodded.
"Five minutes, alright?" Sam demanded.
"How do you expect us to watch five giant robots?" Kristiana demanded as Sam entered his backyard.
The warnings didn't last long, however, and Optimus transformed, tiptoeing his way into the backyard, Bee following behind him, "You've got to be kidding me," Mikaela muttered, and bolted into the backyard.
Jazz chuckled from his spot, letting the two sisters lean on his hood, "Aren't ya gonna help em' out?"
"Nah," Kristiana waved a hand dismissively, "Sam's problem, now," Her eyes twinkled with mischievousness, as the other remaining bots besides Jazz transformed, and made their way into the backyard.
"How come you're not joining them?" Emily wondered.
"I haveta keep an eye on ya," Jazz teased, "Never know what you're gonna get inta'." Emily rolled her eyes, shoving at Jazz's hood playfully, who drives backwards a bit teasingly.
Kristiana's POV:
Kristiana glanced over at the two, raising an eyebrow. She knew Emily didn't get along with other people due to the way they were brought up into the world, and was pretty happy that she got along with Bumblebee and Jazz.
The two girls startled as Ironhide turned away from the house, grumbling, "It's gonna rust."
"A rodent lubricated on em'," Jazz informed, chuckling.
"Rodent?" Kristiana wondered.
"I believe ya humans call em' a dog," Jazz clarified. Kristiana and Emily snickered.
Kristiana couldn't help but laugh as Optimus's complaing about Sam wanting them to be quiet reached her ears, Jazz and Emily snickering along with her. "What are you all laughing at?" Ironhide demanded. Not one minute later, Ratchet ran into some power lines, his sires wailing as he tripped, and fell, "Slag," Ironhide cursed, rushing to make sure the medic was fine.
Ratchet lifted himself up with his arms, "Wow! That was tingly!" He groaned, and fell back down, pointing at Ironhide, "You gotta try that!"
"Yeah, that looks fun." Ironhide said sarcastically.
Jazz transformed, motioning for the two girls to follow. Curious, they follow along, just as Optimus ducks out of the window, "Oh, parents." He bumps into the house accidentally, shaking the entire house.
Kristiana chuckled, shaking her head at the leader. "Graceful," She commented, cackling at the look he gave her.
Optimus held up his pointer finger and motioned it in a circle, "Quick, hide," He ordered.
"Where?" Jazz whispered harshly, and quickly moved away from the window, "Oh! Oh, man."
The two sisters had no time to laugh at the autobots hiding places and found themselves beside Ironhide, gently tapping his foot to let him know they were there. He grunted in acknowledgement.
Though, when Sam's dad shouts, "Judy! We'd better call the city. We got a blown transformer!" Almost makes her laugh.
When Ron disappears from the window, Ironhide gently steps over them, readying his cannon, pointing it at the window, "The parents are very irritating."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Ratchet grumbles.
"Can I take them out?" Ironhide questions, glancing at Optimus.
"Ironhide, you know we don't harm humans. What is with you?" Optimus demanded.
"Well, I'm just saying we could. It's an option!" Ironhide defends himself, the girls chuckling.
"We've got incoming," Jazz growled, pointing towards the street.
"Scrap," Ironhide cursed, scooping the girls up in his palms, and transformed. Kristiana yelped as Ironhide stepped on it, the other bots following his lead.
"We goin' after em'?" Jazz's voice filtered through the radio.
"I'm not leaving Sam," A new voice declared.
"Bee?" Kristiana questioned, puzzled, "I thought you couldn't talk?"
"With his voice box, no. But through our comm link." Ratchet explained.
"Makes since," Emily nodded thoughtfully.
"Any bot would go crazy without their voice," Ironhide explained.
"We won't leave him," Optimus consoled, engine revving in determination. "Autobots, Rollout!"