Transformers: Rewritten

Chapter Two: The Signal and the Camaro

Sam hated this part of summer. It was the constant boredom. Whenever you wanted to do something, but you had already done everything worth doing, this is the result. He sat in the lawn chair, his Daemon, a Terrier, was lying on the ground, as if sunbathing. Sam sighed.

"Okay! I am SO bored! Onthia," His Daemon shot up, looking at him, "What do you want to do?"

Onthia made an attempt at shrugging. "Don't know. You?"

Sam just groaned and leaned back. His mother, Judy, walked out of the house, a Whippet Daemon following her as she carried the new plants, and got ready to plant them. When she looked up and saw her son, she placed her hands on her hips and frowned.

"Sammie? What are you doing sitting around doing nothing?! And you, Onthia! Encouraging this! You should know better!!" she scolded.

"Yes, Onthia," added Judy's Daemon, his manly voice betraying his rather skinny canine appearance. "You, too, should be doing something."

Onthia thought so quickly of a comeback that it made Sam secretly proud. She leaned back on the ground once more. "I AM doing something, Sereno. I am sunbathing. It's nice."

Sereno just groaned. Judy's face scrunched up. She then turned around, and went back to planting. Sam smiled at Onthia gratefully. She winked.

Ron, Sam's father and Judy's husband, walked out into the yard now, looking a little worried as he looked at his wife and his son. His Daemon, a hare, came bounding after him.

"Judy? You may want to see what's on the television..." Judy looked up once Ron spoke.

"What is it, Ron?" she asked.

"Some base in Qatar... Soccent I think they called it, exploded not twenty minutes ago," Ron explained, as his Daemon twitched her ears.

Judy rushed inside, Sereno following. Ron looked at Sam. "Why are you doing nothing? Go for walk or something." He turned to his Daemon. "Come on, Azaria." He then walked inside.

Onthia looked up. "Let's runaway and join a circus."

Tranquility

They did go for that walk. Sam watched his fellow Nevadans walk around their small town, selling stuff, buying stuff, and breaking stuff. He also walked by Bobby Bolivia, a car dealer with a Snake Daemon. Bobby had this Volkswagen Beagle, but he knew that Bobby was slippery, just like a snake, and try to scam the guy who tried to buy it. Sam really wanted a Porsche. Ron thought otherwise.

Sam's walk took him to the outskirts of Tranquility. He saw the lake, decided to walk back when he saw Trent DeMarco, and his Chimp Daemon, Riaza. He hated Trent, and Riaza always picked on Onthia. So, they kept their distance for now.

It happened while Sam was on his way back home, Onthia stopping now and then to sniff the strange objects. Sam had told her to stop a few times so that she wouldn't embarrass him, and then silently cursed his own curiosity. His best friend, Miles Lancaster, and his Daemon, a Gibbon monkey named Bryanna, turned the corner and saw him. Miles smiled waved as he ran up, Bryanna holding onto his back and staying there.

"Hey, dude!" Miles greeted, as Bryanna just waved at Onthia. "Here about the base attack? My neighbour's son was there, they don't know if he lived."
Sam winced. "That must suck for your neighbours, Miles."

Mile's Smile disappeared. "Yeah... they're pretty upset."

Defence Offices

Secretary of Defence John Keller marched through the halls of the Defence Offices. His large brown bear Daemon followed him loyally and trotted softly. He passed by his Aide, with his Hare Daemon and nodded at him. "What's the word?"

"Nothing, sir," the Aide replied. "However, we have all the signal readers from the NSA here for your briefing." The Hare Daemon followed her Other throughout the entire thing, keeping as fast as she could.

Angrily, John entered into the room, seeing all the signal readers with their Daemons and their closest friends and their Daemons. The one he really noticed was Maggie Madsen, with her Mouse Daemon, sitting in between two males (one with a Koala Daemon, the other a Dog). She looked excited.

John went to the middle of the stage and cleared his throat. All the signal readers turned to him, and he began the speech he wrote that morning.

"I'm John Keller," he started, "Obviously, you are wondering why you're here, so these are the facts. At 1900 local time yesterday, the SOCCENT Forward Operations Base in Qatar was attacked. So far as we know, there were no survivors."

The signal readers and their Daemons all bowed their heads in respect.

"The objective of the attack was to hack our military network," John continued, "We're not sure exactly what they're after, but we do know that they were cut off during the assault, which would lead us to assume that they're going to try it again. Now, no one's taken responsibility for the attack."

Now he took a deep breath. "And the only real lead we have so far is this sound." He turned to one of the workers behind him, and the young man with the Cat Daemon played the strange sound that sounded more like a cry. After it was done, John turned back to the signal readers. "That's the signal that hacked our network. NSA's working at full capacity to analyze it and intercept further communications but we need your help to find out who did this. Now, you've all shown considerable ability in the area of signals analysis. We're on a hair trigger here, people. The President has dispatched battle groups to the Arabian Gulf and Yellow Sea. This is as real as it's ever gonna get. Now I'm gonna leave you to your officer-in-charge. You'll break up into teams and you'll start your work. Good luck to us all." At that, him and his Bear Daemon walked off.

Lennox Farm

Sarah stared at the television in disbelief as John told the whole world about the attack, and that there were no survivors. Leonidas wobbled over on his monkey legs, and pat her on the back in sorrow.

Tranquility – Car Lot

Ron and Sam strolled into Bobby Bolivia's car shop. The black Texan walked over to them, wielding in his left hand his Snake Daemon. He laughed.

"Hey, so you come to Bobby Bolivia's for a car?" Bobby smiled. "That makes us family!"

"Right…" Onthia groaned, as she glared at Bobby's Daemon.

Ron turned to Sam before he could pick a car. "4,000. That's it."

Sam groaned as Onthia stared at Ron's Hare Daemon. "Aw, come on, Azaria! You must be joking."

Azaria's head went to the side. "Be grateful, I was going for 3."

Both Sam and Onthia sighed in defeat as they looked around the car lot. That was what led Sam to a rusted down 1978 yellow Camaro with black racing stripes and two doors. Onthia made a whistling sound as Sam approached it. He opened up the door and sat inside, feeling the leather seats and the wheel. "This is nice…"

The snake hissed as Bobby approached. "Whoa… what is this, where did this come from?"

Ron grinned. "Doesn't matter. How much?"

Bobby frowned. He had no idea where this car came from, so he guessed he could just give it away. "How much you want?"

"Not paying over 4."

"$4,000 it is then. Enjoy."

End Chapter