Authors' Note:
I kind of have a feeling no one will like me after this chapter, but I guess that's an author's job. I promise I will make up for this chapter sometime this week- I promise.
Kristiana's POV:
"Alright, here's the situation. You've all had direct contact with the NBE's." Simmons clasps his hands behind his back, standing at attention.
"NBEs?" A solider wondered, tilting his head.
"Non-Biological Extraterrestrials," Kristiana responded automatically, glancing away as Simmons smirked.
"Try to keep up with the acronyms." Simmons scolded the solider, "What you're about to see, is totally classified."
When they walk in, Kristiana had to hold in a gasp. "Dear God. What is this?" Keller whispers.
Megatron was held up by numerous support beams behind him, shackles keeping his arms and body in place. The constant freezing keeping him offline, or in a coma-like state. "We think when he made his approach over the north pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934." Philips- aka Banachek - announced.
"We call him NBE one," Simmions smirked proudly.
Sam frowned, preparing to tell them all their secrets, "Sir, I don't mean to correct you on everything you know, but-"
"That's Megatron" Kristiana interrupted, glaring at Sam warningly. They didn't know what they would do with the information- hell, if they even had the All Spark, they would probably use it as leverage- the hell? Kristiana furrowed her eyebrows, feeling a tug on her heart.
"He's been in cryostasis since 1935. Your great-great grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind." Banachek eyed Kristiana wordlessly, knowing she'd hidden information from them. Information he was determined to get.
"Fact is, your looking at the source of the modern age. The Microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars. All reverse engineered by studying him. NBE one, that's what we call it." Simmons stared down at Kristiana challengingly.
"And you didn't think the United States Military might need to know you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?" Keller demanded, Kristiana smirking in silent triumph.
"Until these events, we had no credible offense to national security." Banachek replied, sounding like he'd rehearsed it in front of a bathroom mirror.
"Well, you've got one now." Keller snapped, turning to face the giant mech before them.
As Kristiana stared up at Megatron, she couldn't help but feel as if there was more here than this. There was something pulling her to it, like it wanted her to find it. In a daze, she followed the invisible string, ignoring the shouts of her name. Finally, she stopped into an enormous room, a glowing cube in front of her. The All Spark, she gasped, as she stared at it in awe.
"You aren't supposed to be down here!" Simmons growled, backing down when Keller demanded to know what it was.
Banachek cleared his throat, "Carbon dating puts the cube here around ten thousand B.C. The first seven didn't find it until 1913. They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube, as well as NBE One. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete."
"A perfect way to hide its energy from being detected by anyone looking for it," Kristiana muttered to herself.
"Exactly," Banachek stared at her in surprise.
"Wait, back up, you said the dam hides its energy. What kind exactly?"
"Good question." He led them away from the Cube, much to the growing anxiety within Kristiana, into a smaller room, "Please step inside, they have to lock us in," Kristiana tensed as the door slammed shut, her anxiety building.
"Kid, you alright?" A solider touched her arm tenderly, looking at her worriedly.
"Yeah, fine." Kristiana replied, waving him off.
"Nah man, that's three claws, that's Wolverine! Csh, csh!" Glen grins.
Kristiana smiles faintly, Emily would love that joke, the nerd she is. "Funny." Simmons drawled, "Anyone have any mechanical devices? Black Berry? Key alarm? Cell Phone?"
"I got a phone," Glen pulls his phone out, tossing it over to Simmons.
Simmons grunted, "Nokias are real nasty. You've got to respect the Japanese. They know the way of the Samurai."
"Nokias from Finland," Maggie mutters.
"Yes, but you know… He's a little strange." Keller replies.
Kristiana narrows her eyes as Simmons presses a button, zapping the phone to life. The creature clicks in fear, taking out its weapons, and shoots the box. Worriedly, Kristiana moves closer, softly talking to the small bot. The mech stills momentarily, tilting its head, Optics focused on her. "Do you not understand that it's scared?" She growled, glaring at Simmons. The bot clicks worriedly in her change of attitude, and she faces the small bot once more, cooing softly, "Get him out of the box," She demanded.
"I cannot legally-"
"Get him out of the damn box, before I kick you in the balls," She threatens, taking a step closer. Slightly terrified, he types in a code to release the small creature. The little bot beeps happily and jumps out, keeping its weapons on everyone else, carefully making its way to Kristiana, "There you go," She murmurs soothingly, as it crawls into her hands. She faces Simmons, and glares, "You touch him, and I kick your ass."
They gape at her as she starts to play with the young bot, it beeping and whirring happily. The moment was ruined, however, when the lights flickered overhead. "Gentlemen, they know the cube is here," Keller announces.
Banachek pushes a button, "Banachek, what's going on?"
"Well, the NBE One hanger has lost power…"
"What?!"
"And the backup generator is just not gonna cut it."
"Do you have an arms room?" A solider questioned.
When Banachek waves for them to follow, Kristiana grins, giddy. Virus, the little bot's designation, gripped onto her shoulder as she followed after the group of soldiers. Making it to the arms room, Kristiana grinned wickedly as she spotted a Shotgun. Taking the weapon, she loaded it. "Forty Millimeter rounds on that table!" Banachek demanded.
Kristiana startled out of her dreamy gaze, when a solider- Lennox, if she remembered correctly- slammed Simmons into a nearby surface. Aware of the weapons pointed at her by the S7 agent, she immediately pointed back, narrowing her eyes, Virus clicking warningly on her shoulder. "Drop it," She growled.
"There's an alien war going on and your gonna shoot me?" Simmons demanded, staring down Lennox.
"You know we didn't ask to be here," Lennox growled.
"I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction."
"S-Seven don't exist," another solider growls.
"Right. And we don't take orders from people who don't exist."
"I'm gonna count to five. Okay?"
"Well, I'm gonna count to three," Lennox pressed the gun into Simmons' chest.
Keller spoke, "Simmons?"
"Yes sir?"
"I'd do what he says. Losings not really an option for these guys," Keller informed. Kristiana had to give it to the man, he seemed to know what he was doing- when he wasn't screwing up her life.
"All right," Simmons agrees. "Okay. Hey, you want to leave the fate of the world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool."
Kristiana's heart lurched as they were led into the room, and pulled the agents away from Bee, "Stop!" She yelled, "Let him go!" They stopped freezing him, and he whirred in agony, top fins laying down as he glanced around the room.
"Come on, let's go," Sam demanded, waving him away.
"Hey, they're cool," Kristiana soothed, making her way over, startled when she's picked up, Noki clicking agitatedly, and held to Bee's chest protectively, Bee readying his battle mask, one hand cannon whirring as its pointed around the room. "Hey now, look, they're not doing anything. See?" She pointed over at the agents, and Bee whirred, retracting his battle mask. Shakily standing in one servo, Kristiana patted his chest, "We're gonna take you to the All Spark."
When they led Bee over to the All Spark, they couldn't help but watch in awe as he reached up with both servos and touched the cube, hesitant at first, and fully places them onto the cube. The cube lights up with energy, retracting cube by cube until one left remained in Bumblebee's hand. "Well, I'll be damned." She heard Epps mutter.
"Let's go, surround the yellow car, take the cube to the city and transport it." A commander ordered.
Bee transformed, opening the doors. Hopping inside, Kristiana picked the cube up, holding it in her lap. The cube hummed, warming in her hands. Her smile lightened as she spotted Optimus passing them by. "Megatron isn't gonna know what hit em'."
Emily's POV:
"Finally, some action," Emily grinned, rubbing her hands together 'evilly'.
Ratchet scoffed, "I fear the days the twins meet you."
"Twins? You guys have twins?" Emily gasped, clapping her hands together excitedly.
"Primus," Ratchet grumbled. Emily grinned, leaning back comfortably in Ratchet's seat. "Comfy?"
Emily could almost picture his Optic ridge rise up, "Undeniably." Emily replied, grinning. Emily went silent as Optimus transformed, tackling a bot before it could reach Bumblebee, "Will he be alright?"
"Undeniably." Ratchet snarked.
"Did you just make a joke?" Emily gasped teasingly. Ratchet huffs in response. The rest of the ride was quiet, and when they arrived, Ratchet threw open his door. Rolling her eyes, Emily steps out, patting the side. Receiving no protest, Emily leaned against the mech comfortably, watching the chaos around her.
"Emily!" Her sister cried out, tugging her into her arms.
"Ana!" Emily smiled happily, and tilted her head, "Who's this little guy?" She cooed.
"Virus," Kristiana replied, patting the bots head.
"Cute."
"No time for chit-chat, ladies. We have a war to win," Lennox shouts, "Can you shoot?"
Emily tilts her head, "Are we fighting an alien war?" She questions dumbly. Lennox rolled his eyes, tossing her over a pistol. She examines it carefully, "A Para 1911 G.I. Expert Pistol. Won't exactly help me out, will it?" Lennox throws her a startled look, "My sister taught me a lot about weapons."
Kristiana's grin was sinister as she accepted a Milkor 32, another solider tossing her one as well. After distributing weapons, the girls race to Ratchet and once more slip inside, as they take a quick journey to a intersection. Emily eyes the green smoke off to the side, "Not giving away our position or anything." She grunts.
Kristiana shrugs. "It's Starscream!" They hear Ironhide yell. "Backup, take cover!"
"Scrap," Ratchet curses, backing away to give Ironhide and Bumblebee room to pick up a truck, holding it for cover over the humans.
The truck they held up took most of the damage, Ironhide and Bumblebee taking damage as their thrown out. Racing out of Ratchet, Emily runs over to Bumblebee, "Bee?" She asks softly, as he groans in pain. Turning for Ratchet, she frowns as her sister talks quietly with Ironhide, Ratchet looking him over for injuries. Turning back, she held in a sob as Bee crawled forward, "Bee," she whispered, flinching as he whirred determinedly. Spotting what he was after, she grabbed the discarded cube, handing it to the mech.
Bee whirred gratefully, then promptly dropped it into her hands, "Wha- Bee?" Sam questioned, hurt.
"You want me to take it?" Emily shivered as warmth flowed through her body, the cube growing cold in her hands. Bee nodded in confirmation. "Alright," She agreed. She touched the mech's cheek, and ran off to find her sister, only to get thrown off course as a con' attacked. Ratchet and Jazz headed for the mech, as soldiers got ready to fire their weapons, her sister among them.
Unsure of what to do, she held the Cube close to her chest tightly, "It's Megatron! Move, fallback!" Ironhide called out.
Her blood pounded as Jazz attacked the taller mech. He did well in the beginning, but when Megatron caught him, Emily feared it was all over. She screamed in fear as Megatron transformed, flying Jazz to a tall building. Her fear grew as Megatron prepared to tear Jazz in half, Servo's locked on two halfs of his body. And all she could do was watch.