Author's Notes: Ok looks like it's my turn to inform you pitiful fleshlings as to what is going on now in our lives, or whatever it would be considered. If you must know my name is Payload, I am the Alien Currency Specialist of the Decepticons it's my job to provide funds to deep undercover agents during our initial arrival on Alien planets; and I'm exceptionally good at my job. Some might liken me to a Banker, but I prefer to consider myself an Accountant... And as you can see I'm not full of myself like Starscream was when he did this thankless task.
In case you're wondering this chapter will feature flashbacks set roughly close to 2004 or during that year while we were on your planet observing all, well actually Incinerator, Hardtop and that glitched mech Frenzy were the ones gathering information, but that's beside the point. The primary segments not serving as Flashbacks are roughly set close to five or seven months after the debacle at Mission City where we lost so many, had that fool Starscream thought to include all of us during that fight we probably would have won and thus you'd be reading a different fanfic now. Actually to my understanding there is a so called Video Game where you can ensure we Decepticons actually win and conquer your planet decimating it and enslaving you pitiful flesh beings; unfortunately that is merely a game, something that has no bearing on this whatsoever, but at least I was allowed to guest star there unlike the actual film.
Oh yes, for all of you following both this story and the so called Wonderful Fix You tale, the Brass family appears yet again and we Decepticons... Specifically Hardtop get to meet Ella Brass, which I believe is short for Elenor, but why should I be bothered to know that? Oh and rest assured the noble and loathsome writer you call Sithicus has permission to use them. What Starscream sees in that human I'll never know, it's like he knows something about him that none of us are privy too, perhaps another personal pet project of Shockwave's that went wrong.
I digress... Unlike Starscream I will read this properly, Bold Type indicates Cybertronian Speach, which sounds like gibberish to you as attested by the last chapter's Author's Notes.
Itallics indicates our inner most thoughts, when we choose to share them with you disreputable sacks of filth; of course that is merely one Mechs' opinion of your race. Also they serve as Flashback indicators, and if you think it's easy for Sithicus to leap from itallics and itallics bold once we get talking to one another you should see what some of these look like prior to his edits.
The Chapter you are about to read is titled...
Chapter Six: Hardtop & Ella
But if you think there will be any cutesy stuff between a Decepticon and a Human then you seriously have more mental defficencies then Shockwave attributed to your race during his long study of those specimens of his... Well I shall now take my leave of you for I have a very special mission to complete, now then hopefully Stockade has that Map of New York ready for me.
"Unacceptable!" Starscream cried waking him from his regeneration cycle, the current Decepticon leader was ranting again. "Eight months, we've been here eight months and this Sector Seven has dogged our every step. We should have the Allspark by now." He proclaimed crushing discarded scrap from one of the consoles in his hand angrily.
"And Megatron." Blackout reminded.
"Forget him." Starscream snapped Scorponok felt his partner tense. "I'm more concerned that our search efforts have turned into a complete debacle, it's worse then if the Autobots were here. We must regain control of the situation or we'll never find either of them."
"Perhaps it is time to send in Barricade then." Thundercracker suggested Starscream shook his head optics gleaming as a thought struck him.
"I have a more practical solution in mind, contact those four idiots and tell them to return here."
"But, we're so close." Blackout protested beginning to feel it was time for someone else to be running this mission.
"Precisely." Starscream agreed. "We know where it is; now we must find out more concerning this planet. And we also need to lull this Sector Seven into a fake sense of security, therefore we vanish."
"What are you getting at?" Thundercracker wondered.
"Patience will save us from making a rash action, we've forgotten to maintain control and it has cost us." Starscream turned to the console and began to contemplate an image of the blue, green world. "There can be no further mistakes; it is time to send the specialist." Blackout and Thundercracker both groaned this proposal could mean only one thing, he laughed silently at that as far as he was concerned this was all so amusing.
"Not Frenzy." Blackout protested.
"Yes, that one couldn't find the meaning to subtle if he looked it up in his CPU." Thundercracker added with a sigh.
"Get the little glitch." Starscream retorted ignoring their protests. "Tell him it's time he pulled some weight around here." Thundercracker left silently while Blackout turned so he could speak with Scorponok.
"Want me to gut him?" He asked Blackout shook his head.
"Keep an optic on him. Megatron will want a full report and get a tracker on Frenzy… I want to make sure he doesn't goof off." He ordered. Scorponok slipped out of the room leaving the others to their troubles, Frenzy was a troubling unit, but at least he got the job done.
Hardtop rolled to a stop on the driveway of the Brass home his engine dieing as Gregory Brass emerged from the drivers' seat, Gray had been reassigned leaving Brass in charge of the hidden Decepticon infiltrator, learning more about Sector Seven and the humans proved invaluable compared to locating their quarry currently.
Patience was a problem for such short lived creatures, for a life form as long lived as a Decepticon waiting for the other side to make their move first or an opportune moment was as easy as ingesting nutritional foodstuffs for these organics… Also he was just having far to much fun acting like a harmless Terran vehicle, when he finally made his move it would be all the more enjoyable to see the looks on their faces, especially Brass.
"Greg how many times do I have to tell you, do not bring zat armed beast 'ere." Ailita Brass chastised eyeing Hardtop with obvious nervousness; Brass placed a comforting arm around his mates' waist and led her inside the house. Hardtop felt something impact his rear rim, the youngest offspring of the human germ was standing on the lawn some kind of projectile weapon two sizes to large in both her hands.
"Bad." She accused the disguised Decepticon, Hardtop swiveled his weapon on the puny female for a fairly young member of her species she was remarkably dexterous already walking by herself at the age of three as Brass was so fond of saying. Cowering as the weapon began to glow the child backed up instinctively sensing something. "Owie, no owie."
"Ella come inside zis minute." The elder Brass female ordered from the house, Hardtop shut down his weapon instantly fortunately at his current angle no one could see him except the annoying child.
"Mommy bad. Bad, bad, bad." She wailed pointing at him as she ran into the house, Hardtop would have rolled his optics if he were in robot mode, couldn't she even vocalize properly.
"Yes sweetie." The adult agreed not really paying attention to the girl; Hardtop tuned them out and with a slight shake dislodged the strange projectile from her weapon. Hours passed and the sun soon hung low on the horizon. Hardtop had been trapped in vehicle mode for what felt like vorns unable to transform or stretch his legs, he didn't like it, it wasn't natural. But he would just have to deal with this, besides it would be the humans rest cycle soon and perhaps a few minutes could be his to escape this cramped confinement.
"Mom!" A voice shouted from inside the house loud enough to be heard by the Decepticon. "Ella won't stop staring at that ugly dune buggy dad drives." The voice complained Hardtop fumed.
"Perceptive little creature." He grumbled to himself. "She dies first." He decided with a laugh.
"Hardtop." A voice cut in nearly causing the spy to leap off his tires. "Hardtop, I need to get into the Sector Seven base." It was Frenzy the diminutive little infiltrator crawled up into the dune buggy's driver side door his four limbs leaving slight scratch marks on his door.
"Frenzy you idiot you're going to blow my cover." Hardtop hissed quickly scanning the house; the family unit was out back using something called a barbecue to burn meat products for consumption. "I'm on the S-Seven assignment, why don't you go infiltrate the… Girl Guides."
"Starscream said to get in." Frenzy argued kicking Hardtops' dash.
"Frag that, I'm senior spy aboard the Nemesis I get the important assignments." He shot back in a tone of finality.
"Whatever." Frenzy sighed. "What's a girl guide?" He asked ignorantly. Hardtop had a mental picture of Frenzy literally infiltrating said organization and almost laughed out loud.
"I've got an idea, why don't you breach their government." He suggested instead Frenzy grumbled unintelligibly and carefully snuck out of the dune buggy.
"You are no help." He shot over his shoulder before running off in the darkening light he almost seemed invisible despite his silver-like polished skin. Hardtop was startled when the human offspring climbed into his form seconds later with obvious difficulty, fortunately for her and Frenzy she had been too short to have noticed the creature inside of him mere moments ago. Stubby fingers touched his seats and dash tracing the slight dent caused by Frenzy's kick and then the emblem of the Decepticons hidden underneath the glove compartment where Brass had no hope of noticing it. Hardtop wanted to throw her out and vaporize her with his rifle, but unfortunately it would only serve to complicate matters.
"Bad." She repeated holding up a smaller weapon similar to the first and hitting him in the steering wheel, honking his horn he was pleased when she shrieked in terror, not so much though when she began to wail in a loud grating tone. Primus am I glad we can't have kids. He grumbled mentally to himself, Brass senior arrived then and picked up his youngest attempting to soothe the brat, finally Hardtop saw him without the ridiculous blue ties.
"I told you Greg to watch 'er." Ailita berated the man as they returned to their dwelling place.
"Slow and painful, first I remove her legs then her arms and after that I'll crush her vocal processors like Megatron crushed Bumblebees'." He vowed to himself mentally creating a list of all the ways he'd picked up to maim these fragile creatures without snuffing their sparks. "But first my specialty, psychological warfare." He decided with a dark chuckle.
Much later that night after everyone entered recharge state Hardtop transformed into his true form, being just shy of twelve feet tall he wasn't one of the strongest Decepticons, but he was quite adept at his field. Scanning the house he found the child's room, it had those special windows he'd noticed before on other domiciles, ones large enough to fit a Cybertronians hand through.
With a wicked devilish expression he carefully opened the window and first deposited the projectiles in her room crushed and mangled into shapeless lumps; next he snapped her paltry weapons in half muffling the sounds so as not to waken her prematurely, finally he plucked the sleeping nuisance from her resting place, carried her out the window and deposited her on the drive next to where he would park. Reverting to his dune buggy form he sealed off his passenger compartment and then somehow got the child inside of him without injuring or waking her, slamming the door with a bang both locks clicked. Waking with a start in unfamiliar surroundings the child began to cry yet again, only this time no one could hear her thanks to his windows being closed and soundproofed for interrogation purposes.
Managing to take comfort in the sounds this time Hardtop was lulled into his recharge mode pleased at his initial victory against the miniature mewling infant.
Hardtop glared at the familiar sight of Ratchet parked outside the Brass home, the presence of the Autobot was unexpected and yet at least he could report back to the others where the medic was. Gregory Brass came outside and entered Ratchet, doubtful he was ignorant of his true nature as the former Sector Seven agent had been of him the past four years. Hardtop was pleased when they left, however this changed everything, Stockades' plans to wipe out the Brass family would have to wait.
The human pets of the Autobots were last on the hit list; Hardtop would have to notify the others as to this development, but first. Scanning the house he verified the family was asleep, once again he converted to robot mode and crept up to the youngest offspring's window, and as he did at least once a year he opened it, reached in and proceeded to break her little weapons. This time however he closed the window knowing that Ratchet would notice it was now opened and alert the elder Brass. A pyrrhic victory perhaps, but it served to continue his psychological torment on the young female, he liked to think it was his doing that she believed all machines were alive and lived in terror of any that seemed bad to her. Not much, he noticed she only ever seemed to have been afraid of him or other Sector Seven vehicles or devices though their meaning had always escaped her.
"Maybe I can get Stockade and Frenzy to aid me next year." He mused before calculating his next targets' location, Agent Gray had a date with his sniper rifle.
An alien world populated long ago by machines now slowly dieing barely capable of supporting life, the fallen remain where they fell lifeless piles of metal that reach up like skeletal fingers, both Autobot and Decepticon. He stands upon one such pile having returned in search of guidance, observing the dead with cold emotionless optics he feels a sudden pull upon his very spark and they turn heavenward, the call is a powerful one.
"Laserbeak, Ravage, Ratbat." He spoke up; three animalistic forms emerge from the shadows awaiting further instructions. "Megatron commands, we obey." He stated his voice as cold and emotionless as his optics had been earlier. Transforming into interstellar transport mode the Decepticon known as Soundwave departed Cybertron once again his savage minions in tow, this time there is a sense of hope where before none remained, Cybertron will live again.
Incinerator sat on the tarmac at Wright-Patterson Air Force base observing the maneuvers of the aerial units on call for the war games, he wasn't particularly thrilled at being left out, but he was impressed. For a primitive short-lived race of bipedal primates they could be quite ingenious, Starscream seemed to agree with that assessment as well.
Their level of technology was interesting mostly due to its infancy, they had achieved quite a lot considering just how young their species was compared to the Decepticons. They couldn't even spare themselves from amputation however, but most carbon based life weren't sophisticated enough as to be able to reattach lost limbs.
"Take this one Kurt." A mans' voice stated coming up to his cockpit. "You'll be transporting a squad of Army Rangers into the field."
"Where?" The pilot asked.
"Forward operations base in Qatar." The other one replied. "SOCCENT I believe."
"Is this just a drop-off or a reassignment?" The pilot wondered, Incinerator hoped for the latter rather then the former he could use some action.
"Drop-off." The other man revealed. "Leave the Osprey there and take one of the fighters back though, they've lost a few and Command thinks they could use the help." He added, Incinerator cheered mentally; at last he would be getting involved in human combat. He'd never let the others know this, but he respected these human soldiers; much like a Decepticon they almost seemed bred for war. And despite most of their noble goals, they could be vicious when cornered; this was going to be fun.
The blue peterbilt truck with red flames pulled up to the Whitehouse on a gloomy and wet day, today he had a meeting with Secretary of Defense John Keller, a meeting he'd put off for perhaps a little too long. The guard gave him access and Optimus Prime rolled down the long drive, standing outside the Whitehouse was the Secretary of Defense and a few others including Tom Banacheck now on reassignment.
"Optimus I'm glad you could make it." Keller greeted with a genuine smile, despite the severity of what they'd come to discuss the secretary was genuinely pleased to see Prime whenever they could; he felt they shared similar personalities and problems.
"Secretary Keller." Prime returned the greeting. "Is there somewhere safe for me to." He trailed off as Banacheck stepped forward.
"If you'll follow us we've prepared a secure facility for this meeting." He indicated, Prime revved his engine and waited for the group to climb into their vehicles. Together they drove around the entranceway and up past the Whitehouse's garage, a large bunker was in place at the end of the road and after driving in Prime was surprised to find a replica of the defense command station under the Pentagon.
The humans exited their vehicles and took up seats at a circular table; Prime transformed into his impressively twenty-eight foot tall robot mode thankful at the chance to stretch his legs. Simultaneously he generated a holographic human form that took a seat at the table with the humans, no longer surprised by this Secretary Keller and his entourage got down to business, so to speak.
"What is this place?" Prime wondered glancing around.
"A backup facility in case the Decepticons attack the Pentagon outright." Maggie Madsen replied from her seat.
"I doubt you'd have much to worry about Starscream, without the others he wouldn't dare attack." Optimus stated stroking his mustache as he'd seen humans with similar facial hair do.
"We're not so sure about that." Banacheck pointed out. "And it isn't only Starscream we need to be worrying about."
"I do not quite follow." Prime admitted confused.
"There were four others who arrived in two thousand and three." Secretary Keller revealed clasping his hands together. "And apparently Mister Banacheck here didn't think to inform us of this during the events of Mission City five months ago." He added with a pointed look of disappointment at the continued secrecy. Primes' optics shuddered in a blink as his holograms eyes lowered and a sigh escaped his lips.
"I was afraid of this." He muttered under his breath, the humans shared uncertain looks.
"Would you care to enlighten us?" Banacheck spoke for the group, Prime nodded and his robotic form placed a finger to his temple almost at once a holographic display replaced the room revealing the bridge of a starship rust golden in color. Manning the controls were what appeared to be Ironhide, Jazz and Bumblebee as well as a fourth mech who did not look like Ratchet.
"Several of your years ago we detected the latest signal from the Allspark while passing through the system you call Alpha Centauri." He began to explain as the events played out almost like a home movie. "Our joy at discovering that our long search could at last be over was short lived, we were attacked. Our vessel, the Ark became locked in a heated struggle against the Decepticon warship Nemesis. Our encounter was short and brutal; we lost friends, comrades and the use of our ship." Prime paused his tone pained as an Autobot exploded, what remained of his body sucked out into space when the entire fore section of the bridge opened up to vacuum. "The Nemesis limped away; we followed the Allspark signal aboard a shuttle and were forced to land on your satellite, the moon. We sent Bumblebee ahead to determine if this was the place, if not… Either way our search would have ended here." Prime finished stopping to see if anyone had questions.
"So you don't just travel as comets then?" Maggie wondered.
"No." Prime replied. "They are only used to enter atmosphere, our usual procedure is to keep the ship on the outskirts of the galaxy we are searching while we use our interstellar forms to make planet fall."
"Then the Decepticons have access to this Nemesis still?" Keller pointed out with a frown.
"Yes, my forces were divided. My chief of security Prowl took one team in search of others who could help repair the Ark; the Decepticons would have no such need." Prime agreed. "However it is doubtful they could repair their vessel sufficiently until reinforcements arrived and that could take decades."
"Then those other four came from the Nemesis?" Banacheck questioned guardedly, Prime nodded.
"According to intelligence reports the Nemesis crew included fifteen Decepticon units." Prime informed; the humans did not like this judging by their expressions of concern.
"Do you have any data on them?" Maggie asked.
"It is doubtful we have full reports on all fifteen, most of them were in suspended animation during long periods of our skirmishes with Starscream and his crew. But I will try to compile them for you." Prime returned closing both sets of optics, mechanical and holographic as he linked up with the computers being installed at their base. "Thundercracker is the first confirmed aside from those you've already encountered, he is loyal to Starscream more then Megatron and serves as the Decepticon leaders' right hand mech. He and Starscream are both part of a group of Decepticons collectively called seekers, they are a deadly group of hunters fortunately the others were not aboard the Nemesis; they typically share body designs and alternate modes. Dreadwing is another aerial unit under Starscreams' command; he can best be classified as a practical joker with a vicious streak. Most of the Decepticons refuse to cooperate with him making him an easy target to deal with should he make his presence known. Payload could be considered the equivalent of one of your bankers, his specialty is supplying local currency for Decepticons under cover, you should monitor all sources of currency and if any suddenly transfer into unnamed accounts Payload is most likely behind it." As Prime spoke he generated new holographic images of each Decepticon, the Secretary and his entourage absorbed this information disturbedly. "Swindle is a dangerous and manic fighter who enjoys breaking speed limits, he's a born troublemaker and a certain danger to anyone on the roads I shall have Ironhide monitor for any developments. Dropkick is considered to be a loner and a pessimist; he prefers staying to himself and only worked with the others because of his fear of Megatron. Lastly the only other known member of the Nemesis crew is one I fear would be the greatest threat were he to arrive on Earth, his name is Shockwave. He follows logic above all else and can be both cold and callous in his pursuit of knowledge, his scientific understanding is on par with Ratchet and myself perhaps even above what we ourselves know; Shockwave is the greatest threat the Decepticons can possibly possess at this time." Prime finished the debriefing and once again the room became normal as the holographic images disappeared, the gathered humans took their time before responding to this information.
"What do you feel their plans would be?" Secretary Keller asked seeking insight into the enemies' mindset.
"That is difficult to say." Prime admitted. "Without the Allspark or Megatron to motivate them their goals could be anything, however I would guarantee Starscream has Shockwave working on a method to repel your Sabot rounds. They won't be so easily dealt with when next confronted." He pronounced.
"What of the rest of your crew?" Banacheck asked. "Will they be joining us?" The human was guarded, but Prime suspected he was hoping for reinforcements in case the Decepticons did attack openly once again.
"The rest." Prime began shifting slightly in the seat his holo-form occupied. "Most of them left with Prowl." He informed.
"So there's only the four of you to protect us from twelve Decepticons?" Maggie demanded; Prime shook his head and turned to regard Secretary Keller eye to eye.
"I'm afraid I can not divulge the exact status and location of those under my care." He stated. "Like Bumblebee the remaining soldiers from my shuttle are serving as bodyguards for those who could be targeted by the Decepticons, they are under strict orders not to reveal themselves unless directly attacked." He revealed. "Even I do not know their current whereabouts exactly." Defense Secretary Keller shared a look with the Autobot leader and slowly nodded in understanding.
"We understand Optimus, but surely you can share their designations with us for complicities sake." He pried with a small smirk; Prime smiled and produced another hologram from his optics.
"The others under my command are the best at what they do and are more then competent in the field; rest assured if they are attacked they will deal with any Decepticons harshly. This is Camshaft my Hostile Environment Reconnaissance agent; he's an expert at dealing with worlds that Bumblebee is incapable of surviving on. Longarm my Chief Engineer and Battlefield Tactician, he's especially resourceful in getting out of tight situations. Arcee is our tracker; she specializes in hunting Decepticons…"
"Wait, she?" Banacheck interrupted obviously stunned.
"Yes, just as Humans have male and female genders the Allspark created male and female Cybertronians." Prime explained.
"But why?" Maggie blurted causing her cheeks to burn with sudden embarrassment. "Your species doesn't reproduce sexually, does it?"
"No." Prime chuckled with a shake of his head. "Our scientists theorized that the Allspark knew we would crave companionship and so created the female of our race so that we could better empathize with the carbon based life forms of the universe among other things." He explained.
"That actually makes sense." Maggie admitted. "What?" She exclaimed at the confused and bemused expressions of the others, Prime shrugged his mechanical forms shoulders and turned back to the introductions.
"This is Elita-One considered by many to be the leader of the Autobots female forces; she was stationed aboard her own vessel with her troops when some Decepticons attacked. They were scattered to the four winds, I believe is the expression and she wound up joining us." Prime finished a tone in his voice that indicated strong emotion.
"She's special to you I take it." Secretary Keller remarked picking up on the hidden signs, Prime smiled.
"Yes, you might consider her to be my… Spark mate." He admitted.
"So, then that's all of your soldiers then?" Banacheck wondered slight aggression in his tone, Prime nodded and shut down his holo-form.
"I'm afraid I must cut this meeting short." He apologized stiffening slightly. "There are matters that must be attended to with these Decepticons at large I must alert all of my soldiers to be watchful for potential attacks, rest assured we will contain this menace before it causes further harm to our new home." He stated turning to leave. The others shared looks, Banacheck and Keller eyed one another in silent agreement unspoken to the others in the room.
Alexander Witwicky was the youngest son of Herbert Witwicky the only surviving son of Clarence Witwicky prior to Clarence's death; Prime had in fact ordered Camshaft to protect him when they discovered the connection between the Witwicky family and Megatron before they knew that Samuel James Witwicky Great Grandson of Captain Archibald Witwicky and father of Clarence Witwicky possessed the key to locating the Allspark. Currently Alex and his disguised Autobot guardian were idling outside of the New York Public Library waiting to pick up his fiancé for another afternoon of wedding plans; Camshafts' sensors were on high alert attempting to keep one step ahead of the Decepticons.
Payload however had been equipped with signal dampeners; the Decepticon pulled up across the street from the Autobot and opened the rear door of his armored car form. With a twisted chuckle he fired one of his rockets, Camshaft was alerted too late to defend himself or his charge, the rocket collided and exploded killing Alex and mangling the Autobot badly. He just managed to get out a distress signal before fading into stasis lock.
"Oh my God!" A pedestrian exclaimed, somehow no one saw where the projectile came from. Payload drove away laughing, one down four more to go.
To Be Continued; Oh my God, someone just got killed! What's going to happen now? You asked for more Autobots and lo I give you them, but don't expect them to be focused on too much even if they do get some scenes all to themselves... This is still a Decepticon oriented tale after all.
From what I've gathered by studying the Target exclusive prequel comic the Witwicky family tree is most likely similar to the following with possible children I don't feel like tackling at the moment. Although some of the characters are my own intuitive creations, in the sense that any children and anybody aside from Uncle Charles mentioned in the film will be made up characters as it were.
Captain Archibald Witwicky & Wife Un-named.
Clarence Witwicky, possible siblings.
Herbert Witwicky, possible siblings, only survivor of Clarence Witwicky prior to his death.
Eldest Son of Herbert Micheal Witwicky, owns Mike's Towing.
Second Eldest Son of Herbert Charles Witwicky, owns and opperates a small Garage as will be revealed in Chapter Eight. Nickname, Sparkplug... Yeah I know Ron's supposed to be Sparkplug, but I thought this made more sense.
Third Eldest Son of Herbert Ronald Witwicky, wife Judy Witwicky.
Only Daughter of Herbert Aretha Witwicky.
Youngest Son of Herbert Alexander Witwicky, currently Deceased.
Wife of Micheal Witwicky Tabitha Witwicky.
Wife of Charles Witwicky Laverne Witwicky, currently Deceased.
Fiance of Alexander Witwicky Helena Masterson. May or May not appear in this story.
Daughter of Micheal Witwicky Julie Witwicky.
Son of Micheal Witwicky Jerry Witwicky. Twins.
Son of Charles Witwicky under care of Micheal Witwicky Bartholmew "Buster" Witwicky.
Son of Ronald Witwicky Samuel James Witwicky.
Aretha and Alexander have no children as of yet.
And just because you'll probably wonder or ask... Guardian of Alexander Witwicky, Camshaft.
Guardian of Aretha Witwicky, Arcee.
Guardian of Micheal Witwicky, Longarm.
Guardian of Charles Witwicky, Elita-One
And we all know, Guardian of Sam, Ron and Judy Witwicky by extension, Bumblebee.
Although Camshaft didn't do such a good job of guarding Alex now did he? Laughs Darkly.