Chapter Five
Everyone was silent; no one seemed to be able to processes what Banachek had just said. Without realizing it Ty had moved closer to Sam, his hand hovering over his pistol on his belt. He wasn't about to let some alien freaks hurt his little brother, in his mind he saw Qatar all over again. The screams of the dying ringing in his ears. The room shook again as another blast hit the dam. Banachek acted quickly, he banged on the vault door, and it was opened immediately.
"Does this place have an arms room?" asked Lennox, looking over at the S-7 agents as soon as they were out of the room.
They both nodded; Banachek and Simmons lead the way, the lights continued to flicker, threatening to go out. It seemed like it took forever to reach the arms room, even though they were running as fast as they could. S-7 agents in black combat suits were already there, mounting guns onto vehicles bringing out rounds of ammo along with the guns that went with them.
"Saber rounds, start loading," yelled Simmons, grabbing a gun from a table and started to load it up. Everyone followed suit except Sam and Mikaela who stood apart from everyone watching the soldiers prepare. Both Mikaela and Sam were struck at how calmly the soldiers from Qatar loaded their guns, as if they were at home fixing a sandwhich. The S7 agents jumped at every bump, but the Ranger didn't even move.
The only sound that could be heard was the sound of everyone preparing, till another explosion sounded, this one sounding closer than the last one. Everyone went dead quite, even the Rangers paused, looking out towards the windows for a long minute. Lennox was the first one to start moving again, everyone followed his example and return to battle preparations.
Tyrell paused in his loading when he saw Sam come running up to Simmons. "You got to take me to my car" Sam demanded, Mikaela nodding in agreement. Ty wasn't the only one who had stopped, Lennox paused in his work to listen.
"Sorry kid it's been confiscated," Simmons said, not bothering to look back up as he began to load his gun once more. Tyrell wondered again why S-7 had his brother's car. He knew he was missing a crucial piece of information, but he didn't know what.
"Then un-confiscated, he'll know what to do with the cube" snapped Sam.
It hit Tyrell then, his brothers' car must be one of the robots in disguise, why else would S-7 take it, Lennox came to the same conclusion. He glanced at Sam and Tyrell. Tyrell was like a little brother, if Sam trusted this robot, than Lennox was going to back him up.
Simmons got agitated at being told what to do; he was the one who gave the orders around here. He wasn't going to listen to one snotty nose little brat. "We don't know what will happen if we let him near that thing. You might know, but I don't know. I have people's lives at stake."
Before Tyrell could move to show Simmons a piece of his mind, Lennox did. "Take him to his car now!" Demanded Lennox as he slammed Simmons into the wall. Lennox had a feeling that talking to this guy was not going to work; only the most direct route would work.
Ty was only a little shocked at Lennox's reaction, he had seen it before at base. A soldier was being a wise-ass and wouldn't do what he was ordered to, so Lennox decided to take matters into his own hands, one thing lead to another and the soldier was showed how to follow orders.
One of the S-7 guys made the mistake of trying to pull a gun on Lennox. Lennox raised his gun to the soldier, "Drop it". When he didn't, an un-spoken message went through the Rangers. Tyrell grabbed the nearest S-7 man and disarmed him; the rest of the squad did the same. Until the only ones left with weapons were the Rangers, and the soldier that was still aiming at Lennox. Sam was gapping at his brother, not believing a what he had just witnessed. There had been a hard look in his eyes that had never been there before. Sam wondered what the else the war had changed about his brother.
"Put the weapon down soldier, were in the middle of an alien war, and you're going to shoot me?" asked Simmons.
"Well we didn't ask to be here" shot back Lennox "In fact you were the ones that brought us here in the first place."
"I'm ordering you under S-7 jurisdiction-"
"S-7 doesn't exist" said Epps coolly.
"Ya, and we don't take orders from people who don't exist" added on Tyrell, he could feel Sam's eyes on him, but he didn't turn to look at him.
"I'm going to count to 5" said Simmons. Tyrell closed his eyes and shook he's head, Lennox was a Captain and didn't put up with any bullshit from anyone, one of the reasons he was a Captain, and Simmons was digging himself into a deeper hole.
"I'm going to count to 3," stated Lennox, moving his gun from the soldier in front of him to Simmons chest cocking back the action, Simmons face lost what little color it had in it. Even though he didn't show it, he was trembling in the inside. That's when Keller decided it was time to step in before somebody got seriously hurt. Though this Simmon's was very annoying it was tempting to just let Lennox deal with him. But the politic inside him knew that it was not the route to take.
"Simmons"
"Yes sir?" Simmons dragged his eyes away from Lennox to look at the Secretary.
"I'd do what he says; losing is not really option for these guys."
Simmons beady eyes went from Keller to Lennox several times. He knew that he had lost this argument.
"Okay, alright, you want to leave the fate of the world to the kids Camaro, fine." Lennox nodded and let Simmons go, holstering his gun. Simmons brushed himself off, glaring at the Rangers before motioning for them to follow him. Tyrell grabbed the gun he had just loaded with saber rounds off the table, putting the strap over his neck and left shoulder before falling in step with Sam and Mikaela as Simmons led the group down a side hallway. The hallway was empty, the sound of the groups feet echoed down the corridor. He pulled back to talk to Lennox for a second.
"Thanks Will."
Lennox smiled at him "No problem, this squad is family. We protect our family."
Tyrell grinned, before he went back up to Mikaela and Sam. Before long, another sound could be heard, like static traveling through water. The hair on Tyrell's neck stood straight up, Ty didn't know what it was, but from the look on Sam's face said that he did.
Sam maneuvered himself around everybody and began to run down the corridor, Mikaela right behind him. Ty only waited a second longer before sprinting to catch up. The sound began to get louder, becoming clearer. By the time that they reached the end of the hallway, Tyrell could tell that the sound was the screams of someone in agony, but not a human. Sam rushed through the door, Ty followed a second later. He paused to take in the sight that greeted him.
Something in the middle of the room was surrounded by S-7 agents, shooting freezing mist at it. Tyrell presumed that it was liquid nitrogen, but wasn't sure. The screams was coming from it, the closer Ty approached the more he could make out what it was. It was one of the robots! He felt sickened as he listened to its screams.
"Stop," yelled Sam, but the men didn't stop until Banacheck was yelling the same thing.
The men withdrew and Tyrell saw the thing for the first time clearly. It was like the other robots, but this one looked different from the two that attacked him. It was defiantly smaller than the helicopter, more human shaped. He had baby blue eyes, and its armor was a bright yellow. Instead of claws, it had hands that looked like Ty's or any other human beings. As Ty watched, the wires that held him down were cut, it sat up, staring at Sam with what looked like a grateful expression, as Sam began to explain.
Something Sam said must have pissed him off, because a mask fell over his face and the hand turned into a large cannon. Tyrell didn't think, but stepped right in front of Sam and Mikeala, gun at the ready, the scenes he witnessed at Qatar flashed before his eyes. The screams of the dying men that died because of the gun that looked like that. He fixed his eyes on the mech waiting for it to make the first move.
Sam put a hand on Ty's shoulder. "Tyrell, it's okay. He's friendly, he won't hurt anyone, he just protecting himself and us" whispered Sam.
"He still thinks that were in danger" whispered Mkaela to Sam squeezing his hand. Tyrell didn't answer them but kept both of them firmly behind him. Sam began yelling at the robot, telling him it was okay.
"They won't hurt you, Bee, the Decepticons are on their way. The cube is here." The robot continued to point his guns, as he rose from the table. He rose to his full height staring at Tyrell, who stared right back.
Bee's POA
The pain was unbearable as the humans shocked his spark over and over again with electricity. Warnings flashed before his optics. Telling him that he needed to get his core temperature up, the freezing mist froze his joints into place only to be wretch into movement by the convulsions that seized him. He was barely aware when he heard the sound of plasma fire, the people surrounding him quit for a moment. Bee made an attempt to sit up, but the cords that kept him strapped to the table wouldn't allow him. The humans seeing him move around began to shot the freezing mist at him again.
He heard the sound of running feet, and heard the sound of his charge yelling 'Stop!'
Bee was relieved to hear his charges voice, he had been very worried what had happened to him. He heard the voice of another yelling 'Stop!' The freezing mist stopped, the cables that had held him down were cut. Bee rose from the table, his optics sought his charge and the girl he had begun to think of his other charge to. He tried to tell how grateful he was to the two through his optics. Sam began to speak, when Bee realized that he was surrounded by the men who had tortured him. He dropped his battle mask, transforming his hand into the cannon.
Bee stared at the humans through his battle mask. If they tried to hurt him again, he wouldn't think, he would just react and send them to meet Primus. He heard Sam voice telling him it was okay. He looked around and almost laughed at the statement, all the people in the room was staring at him, their hands tight on there weapons. He looked down at his charge, surprised to see Sam and Mikaela was behind a soldier.
Fear went through Bee's spark, was his charges scared of him? Bee would never hurt the boy or the girl, he was their guardian. Not just that, but in the past few days he began to care about Sam a lot more then just as a responsibility, but as a friend, and he was beginning to like Mikaela. He guessed that Sam nor Mikaela didn't feel the same thing. He almost missed Sam's next words while thinking of this.
"Tyrell, it's okay. He's friendly, he won't hurt anyone, he's just protecting himself and us." Sam was trying to get past the man, but the man remained firmly in front of him, looking as if he would take on the entire Decepticon army before letting anything near Sam and Mikaela.
Tyrell? Bee blinked his optics, Sam's older brother? Bee pointed his gun at the other humans as he looked at the man Sam called Tyrell. He was surprised to see him staring back, with no fear in his eyes. His eyes seemed to dare Bee into hurting Sam, promising of the hell that would follow if Bee so much as thought of doing such a thing. He seemed to radiate a protective aura, much like Optimus and the others did when it came to Bee.
He heard Sam say that the Cons were there and the cube near, but he continued to look at Tyrell a moment longer, as he transformed his cannon back into an arm, and pulling back his battle mask. He followed Sam, as he ran in front of him. He noticed that Tyrell ran behind Sam, looking back and forth watching for danger. While another burnet man and an African American ran out in front, weapons at the ready. A large Caucasian man brought up the rear. Bee recognized a few of the other people with the group. The oldest one was the man from the news, the Secretary of Defense Keller and Simmons. Bee suppressed the urge to shot him right then and there. As Bee continued to watch he realized that Tyrell was just as protective of Sam as he was.
He could defiantly tell that Sam and Tyrell were spark brothers. They looked so much alike, but Tyrell hair was black, and his eyes were a greenish brown color that was called hazel. On his cheek bone was a cut that was a few days old. He also had a look of maturity, and hardship, mused Bee. He wondered what Tyrell had seen that made him appear that way. When he realized that like himself, Tyrell had been fighting in a war since he was young and now he was caught up in an inter-galactic one. He continued to think of these things as the entered the chamber of the All Spark.
Tyrell POV
The robots steps echoed down the hallway as the group entered the chamber of the All Spark. Again Tyrell felt the need to touch the cube, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. But he forced himself to stay where he was at, as the robot approached the cube. It appeared hesitant at first, but finally laid his hands on two sides of the cube.
Tyrell was startled at what happened next. The cube began to shrink into itself, like one of those Russian Dolls. Till it was about one foot by one foot, and fit in the hands of the yellow robot.
Message from star fleet captain. Lets get to it, came a voice from the robot. It seemed to Tyrell to come from a radio station, since the voice changed in each sentence.
"He's right, we need to get going," said Lennox taking charge of the situation. "Mission City in 22 miles away. We're going to run the cube there. But we can't make a without the air-force."
Keller turned to Simmons. "This place must have short wave radio, CB"
"Yes, in the old alien archives" said Simmons, sounding flabbergasted.
"Will it work?" asked Keller.
"Anythings possible, did you see what he did" asked Simmons, gesturing on how the robot shrunk the cube.
Ty's attention was drawn from Keller and Simmons when he heard the sound, the exact sound that the helicopter had made in Qatar. The yellow robot had turned into a yellow Camaro and not just any Camaro but a new edition that had wasn't really on the market yet, and Sam and Mikaela were getting into it with the cube
Ty was debating whether or not to follow him, when Lennox and Sam decided for him.
"Go with Sam,"; "Come with us, Tyrell" both at the same time. Ty nodded at Lennox, before climbing hesitantly into the back seat of the car, fully aware that it was alive.
The interior of the car was a glamorous as the outside, all shiny and new. Ty jumped when the door shut by itself, and the seatbelt slid around him, buckling him. Sam laughed as he watched Ty's face.
"You should see your face," he said as he giggled. Mikaela was facing Ty as she buckled the cube in. She gave him a tiny smile, before she turned around. Ty made sure that he wasn't close enough to touch the thing, even if he had a strong urge to. As the car drove out of the dam, a silence fell in the car.
There were so many questions he wanted to ask, so Ty decided to start out easy. "Well Sam, didn't I tell you, you would get nicer wheels than I did?" Ty still couldn't believe he had a new edition Camaro even if it was an alien from outer space.
"Well Bee didn't look this nice when I bought him. He only changed when Mikaela here asked why he was a crappy Camaro. But he was still better looking than that hunk of junk you brought home."
"Ya, you should have heard Sam complaining when Bee dumped us out and drove away, he yelled at me that there was a 4,ooo dollar vehicle just driving away. His jaw really dropped when Bee drove up in this sexy model" smiled Mikaela. The engine revved at her words.
"Bee?" Ty asked, a little confused as to who Bee was. Did she mean that the robot had a name?
"Oh, I guess I should introduce you two. Tyrell, this is Bumblebee, my guardian. Bumblebee, this is my older brother Tyrell"
Howdy stranger, the radio blared, and the seat belt tightened briefly around him in Bee's version of a hug, it made Tyrell jump again. He tried to relax and looked around him at the 'car.'
"Nice to meet you Bumblebee, so you're guarding my little bro?"
Yes sir answered Bee.
They sat in silence for a moment until Ty realized that he still had the little phone bot in his pocket. He reached into his pocket and drew out the little phone. Tyrell had almost forgotten that he had saved it. It was still in its phone form, Sam and Mikaela turned around to look as Tyrell began to speak.
"Hey little robot phone, its safe to come out" Ty said in a soothing voice. The phone quivered in his hand, and slowly the phone changed into a robot. It looked at the two in the front seat, before looking at Ty. Ty noticed that its eyes where blue now, before they had been red and his shape was different, he looked like a pre-mature baby more than a crab. Ty didn't know what to do with the little robot, he didn't even know why he had saved it. The same urge he battled with the cube, had him grab the phonebot in the first place.
Bumblebee couldn't believe his optics, in his shock he slammed on the breaks. The humans were thrown against their seat belts at the sudden slow down as he stared at the phonebot with his hidden optics, it was an actual sparkling. There had been no sparkling's since the war began. Bee in fact was the youngest Cybertronian in existence. There was two ways that sparkling's were made, either a pair of Spark-mates produced one of their own, or the All-Spark blessed a mech or femme with one.
Ty had to grab the phonebot, as Bee momentarily stomped on the breaks. All three humans were slammed against the seatbelts.
"Bee what the hell?" snapped Sam, rubbing his chest.
Sorry partner-phone-is—child. Spark-ling. Bumblebee mashed pieces of songs together to get his point apart. The boys looked confused but Mikaela got it. She looked at the dash, because she didn't know where else to look.
"The phonebot Tyrell has is a Cybertronian child, called a sparkling, right?"
Thank-you, your wonderful baby. Only-one-known-in-excistance.
Sam looked at Bee then at Ty, "Wow, Tyrell you saved a child's life."
Tyrell stared at the sparkling that lay curled in his hands, staring up at Ty with sky blue eyes. "Whats your name?" he asked it, knowing that he couldn't just call it a phone. It cocked its head to the side, looking confused.
"He means, whats your desination," said Sam clearing the confusion up.
"Desination: Dials, what guardians desination?" it asked looking at Ty, sitting up.
"My names Tyrell, but I'm not your guardian" Ty said gently.
Again Dials looked confused. "You save Dials from box, voice say it send guardian."
Dials answer confused everyone, they all looked at each other all thinking the same thing, what voice? Before they could ask Dials stiffened in Ty's hand. "Four Cybertron energy signals heading towards us." Tyrell had only a minute to wonder how Dials could know that, even before Bumblebee knew.
Sam leaned his head out the window, already knowing who it was. "It's Optimus"
Ty looked out the window. A large blue semi with flames painted on the grill on, followed by an Ambulance Hummer, a Topkick, and a Pontiac Solstice, was coming their way. Tyrell noticed as they got closer that there was no one in the driver seats. They had barely passed Bee before the Semi fish tailed and began to follow them, the rest of the vehicles following its example.
Tyrell tightened his grip on the gun he carried. "Who are they? Are they friendly?"
Sam answered, "Friendly is a word you could use, but yes that's the good guys. Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots, he's the semi. The Ambulance is Ratchet the chief medical officer. The Topkick is Ironhide, weapons specialist. Last the Solstice is Jazz who is second in command. Although there the good guys, beware Ironhide's cannons, never ask to see them."
Tyrell couldn't tell if the last part was a joke of not, but returned his attention to Dials, who was still looking at him. "Its okay Dials, their friendlies." The sparkling nodded curling up in his hands again, Ty began to gently stroke his back getting a sound that sounded like a purr. Tyrell still wasn't certain of what he was going to do about Dials, but he knew that Dials needed him and he wasn't going to abandon him. The sound of a police siren brought him back to the present.
"It's the same cop" yelped Sam as he looked though Bee's back window.
"What Cop?" Tyrell asked turning around to look at the back window.
"The one that tried to kill me for grandpa's glasses" was the reply. Ty stared out the window and watched the cop car chasing after them. Its blue and red lights were flashing. The cop was followed by a few large sinister looking vehicles. Ty knew it was crazy but he had a feeling that the cop car wasn't going to do anything to hurt them, but the others cars were.
"Block him, block him," Sam was muttering, as a vehicle that had a large hook on the back, sent many cars into accidents as it tried to catch up to them. The Autobots tried to block him, but it suddenly transformed and began skating down the highway. It broke through a charter bus like a football team through a banner. Optimus Prime, slammed on his brakes and transformed also. Tyrell couldn't believe his eyes when Optimus threw himself on the other robot fighting as they fell off the bridge. Tyrell didn't see anything after that, but he hoped the semi was alright, even if he didn't know him.
Dials shook with fear and changed back into a phone and hid in Tyrell's pocket as Mission City began to loom in front of the yellow Camaro.
Well I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry for going back and forth from first and second person. Well please review. And thanks to everyone that has read and reviewed so far.
As always, sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I'm sure there are a bunch of them.