A/N So, I was going to post this last Monday, but I was lazy and didn't write it until today. Yeah... on a somewhat brighter note, my fish is still alive! I really need to change that water... ... ... Anyway, this one is longer, 1,031 words (Word says 1,001). Aren't you excited, I'm excited. You should be too. Anyway, since I don't really read these, I'm sure you aren't. So, read on, or not. Whichever, but really if you came this far in the story you might as well.
There are things in this life that you never think you'll be able to experience. Things like climbing Mount Everest, or eating kimchee(1). Or maybe you never thought you would get married, or have a child. Or even touring the White House in Washington, DC or seeing Temple Square in Salt Lake City, Utah(2). One of the things that Michael Bay never thought he would experience was seeing an alien robot. Of course, he never put it on his bucket list, for that would be preposterous. Why would one expect to see an alien robot? They wouldn't, that's why. What would you do if you saw one? Would you scream? Run? Faint? Well, dear Michael did none of these. He turned to Director Galloway and uttered one sentence.
"Now I know why you needed permission."
Galloway nodded, understanding that he was slightly in shock. "It's okay, I screamed and fainted the first time I saw them."
Michael (I've decided to call him that from now on) nodded, "Oh, it's nice to know that I'm taking this better than you did. So, shall we start this meeting?" He suggested pulling out a file folder and pen.
"We shall" Galloway (I tried calling him Theodore, didn't fit the same.) turned to the now-transformed alien robots. "Optimus?"
The largest robot stepped up, a red and blue one. Presumably transformed from the large 18-wheeler Michael saw earlier. "Good morning. I am Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots." He spoke in a deep voice, one that raises the hairs on the back of your neck.
"Michael Bay." Michael introduced himself. "I assume that you want an accurate retelling of the story?"
"Well, yeah!" A voice said from below. Michael looked down and saw a small green Chevy staring up at him incredulous. Well, at least as incredulous as one can get with a gold tooth.
"Ah. Before we can begin scripting, we need the story. Is that where you come in?" Michael found a chair and sat down, getting comfortable for the story that was to be told.
"Yes, but not just me. A certain Sam Witwicky will also be joining us. Where is he?" Optimus asked Galloway.
"On his way, I think. Lennox went to get him when we got here." Galloway turned around.
"I'm here!" A voice called from behind.
"There he is. Sam, come on up. We need to get started." Galloway called down to someone.
As he ascended the stairs to the platform, Michael got a good look at him. He was young, 20 at most, and slightly scruffy-looking.
"Do you want to start?" Sam said when he joined them in the middle of the platform.
"I think I will. (3)Before time began, there was the Cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we lived in harmony, but like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war, a war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of Space. We scattered across the galaxy hoping to find it and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world and just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called Earth. But we were already too late. I believe I will stop there. Sam, do you want to begin your tale?" Optimus asked the awed young man.
"Yeah, okay." Sam said. He paused wondering where to begin. "When I was 17, about 3 years ago, my Dad promised me that if I raised $2000 and got 3 A's, he would buy me a car. So I raised the money and got the A's, the last was really close to being a B, I did it on my great-grandfather. Dad took me to this used car lot, with some weird guy dressed as a clown, it was creepy.
"There were a couple of relatively nice cars in the lot, but only if you compare them to the other cars in the lot. There was one that grabbed my attention, a yellow Camaro with black racing stripes. Oh, it was fantastic. So the lot owner, Bobby, had told me that the car chooses its driver. I felt like this car had chosen me.
"I got in, and it had a symbol in the middle of the steering wheel, it was the Autobot symbol. Bobby told my dad that it was 5 grand, but Dad didn't want to pay anything over 4. When Bobby told me to get out, something let out this really loud screech that shattered the windows of all the cars in the lot, except for the Camaro. We ended up getting it for $4000. You know, I think we need another point of view for this." Sam looked around until he spotted someone walking in through the door on the other side of the hanger. "Maggie!" He called to the blonde woman.
"Yeah?" She answered.
"Come up here, we need another point of view. We got mine, and Optimus'. We need yours too."
She nodded and quickly ran up the stairs to the platform. "You know, since I'm here, we should get Major Lennox's as well. There are parts of this story that he knows that we don't."
"She's got a point." Michael pointed out. "Does anyone know where he is?"
"I'll go look for him." A gruff voice from below said. "He's bound to be around here somewhere." The robot transformed back into the black Topkick that Michael had seen earlier. He could hear him grumbling as he drove out.
"What do you want to do until he gets back? My story picks up after both of theirs." Sam said finding a chair to loaf(4) in.
Maggie spoke up, "I've got an idea. Who wants to play Truth or Dare?"
1 Can also be spelled kimchi. It's a traditional Korean dish, rotted cabbage, you put it in a jar and bury it for 3 months. Yeah, not near as nasty as it sounds. But I'm not fond of cabbage in the first place. So... yeah. My sister's ex-boyfriend is Korean.
2 You have to see it at least once in your lifetime. Preferrable at Christmas. The lights are beautiful.
3 Yes, that is directly from the beginning of the movie. I love it. And it's fun to imagine him saying it. With a voiceover. :)
4 That is such a fantastic word. It means to be lazy, or idle. I love it. And loam means earth! I learned that from Blogging Twilight. It's hilarious. It's on sparknotesDOTcom.
A/N yeah... I feel kinda bad about leaving it there. But I didn't really know how to tell Maggie's side yet. Ah, it'll come to me. Eventually. Good news, I have school off tomorrow. That means more time for writing!