Worlds Apart
Break the bravest heart
He couldn't see where they were going. He couldn't tell who was helping them. He couldn't tell what was going on at all. Perceptor grew more and more irritable as Prowl drove. He hated his transformation form enough as it was in places where cars were more needed but this simply made it unbearable.
"Where are we going?" whispered Perceptor.
"For the fifth time, I don't know!" howled Prowl. "We're following Sam."
"Ugh…" groaned Perceptor.
"We're almost there, I promise," sighed Prowl. "I really hope."
Something slowly came into view. Prowl let out a sigh of relief. Perceptor mumbled to himself as the three vehicles pulled into a hanger behind Sam's car. Everything was dark and the place seemed rather empty. Sam slowly exited his vehicle, looking back at the others. Hot Shot was the first to transform, soon followed by Optimus. Prowl hesitated.
"Where are the lights in this joint?" asked Hot Shot.
The lights flashed on, blinding the group for a mere moment. People appeared to every side, in similar suits and with weapons held high. Two other Autobots stood at the door, closing it tight. Optimus groaned as Hot Shot began to snap about being traitors.
"What's going on here!" he snapped. "Why you closing the door! We're all Autobots here!"
"We weren't supposed to have any other Autobots landing so you three are unexpected and rather odd. You don't seem like our Autobots," explained one of the Autobots.
"What? You say not terrorizing people or trying to rule the world ain't enough proof we aren't Decepticons?" groaned Hot Shot.
The two Autobots edged in as Hot Shot began growing more impatient. He began to stomp and thrash and needed to be held back. One the Autobots held him back against the many humans below. Optimus stood, looking away.
"Hot Shot, stop it," Optimus ordered.
"What!" gasped Hot Shot. "Why you stupid little-"
"Stop it!" Optimus ordered. "Prowl, transform!"
"But, sir…" Prowl whispered.
"That's an order!" Optimus sighed.
"Yes, sir," Prowl mumbled.
Prowl transformed, dropping Perceptor out during the change. Not being addressed yet, Perceptor didn't transform but merely fell to the floor. One of the humans lowered their weapon and stepped over to the fallen toy. He lifted it and looked it over. Prowl spun around, worried about damage to the small Autobot scientist.
"Wait…" Prowl gasped.
"Don't worry Prowl," Optimus nodded. "Perceptor, you too…"
Perceptor eagerly transformed. Practically leaping from the human's hand, Perceptor shifted from the small, human object into his large, robot mode. He backed up slowly from the startled human, bumping into Prowl. The two stepped even further back as the humans raised their weapons once more.
"Hi…" whispered Perceptor.
"There are four of you?" Sam gasped.
"Sorry, Perceptor can be pretty small sometimes," Prowl chuckled.
"How'd you change like that!" one of the Autobots gasped. "That's impossible."
"Mass shifting is actually fairly easy when you-"
"Shut up, Perceptor!" ordered Prowl and Hot Shot.
"Okay," whispered Perceptor, looking at the floor.
"We aren't going to put up any more fights," Optimus explained. "Right, guys?"
"Yes, sir!" cheered Perceptor.
"Hot Shot? Prowl?" Optimus grumbled.
"Yes, sir," mumbled the two.
"Well," one the humans nodded. "Let's get things in order then."
As the four were sent away, Sam approached one of the humans, the last who'd spoken. The two watched as the four unknown Autobots left for their future holdings. The other humans dispersed, leaving Sam, the other human and Sam's car in the room. Sam looked at the other.
"Lennox?" asked Sam.
"Yeah," hummed the other human.
"What do you think it going on?" Sam hummed.
"Hard to say," shrugged Lennox. "These four are very unique, each a little different from the last."
"They don't seem to get along very well at all," Sam chuckled. "Wonder what's up."
"Prime's going to have a field day with these four," Lennox laughed.
"When's Prime showing up?" asked Sam.
"Two days," explained Lennox, leaving. "I'm going to call him though before he gets here, to explain what's going on."
"This is going to fun," chuckled Sam, following Lennox.