Chapter 6

Cain stared at the bot sitting in his garage. The custom paint and detail on the armor marked it as his car. Looking up at the visor peering down at him he took a deep breath. "Ok, Just what the fuck is that? Where is my car? What did you do to it? I swear to god.." The foreign feelings welled up, pride, love, happiness, and adoration. He couldn't help but frown, surprised he didn't growl. "I don't care if this is your new baby or what the fuck ever. What did you do? You can't just turn my car into.. into That!" Cain pointed harshly at the new bot, who just chirped at him. Like some kind of bird. How weird.

A small amount of guilt came, but was covered up with pride. Words filtered in. Protection, new life, guardian. So this was what, the visitors way of making sure he didn't get run over by any more cars? How stupid. The minute anyone saw this, the government would go into complete freak out mode and both of them would be confiscated for scientific testing. That was just how America worked. This couldn't be further from helpful is the visitor tried.

"Change him back. Whatever you did, fix it. I can't have some sort of sentient car roaming my home. That's just asking to be locked up and experimented on." Sadness and refusal was his answer. No killing. What was there to kill? It was just a machine. "Fix it now!" Anger was welling up, covering the foreign emotions. The visitor tried to calm him but he was passed that. Ever since the beginning of this he'd tried to cope and deal and make the best of whatever was happening, but this? This was way to much. And now the visitor, this stupid parasite taking over this body, was refusing to take it back?

"FIX IT NOW!"

He slammed his fist onto the bench where he had been fixing one of his roller skates. Static flew from his hand, small bolts racing over the skates, soon enough they too followed the cars lead and he had two new bots sitting on his counter. Shaking with fury and exhaustion he sat on the nearby chair, ignoring the soothing waves the visitor was giving him. "This is going to stop. Right now. I want them gone, out of sight, whatever. I don't care, get them out of here. So help me god.." Sadness and understanding welled up, the bots looking to be sad but complied. They reversed the process, soon his car and skates perfectly fine. Letting out a shaky breath, he stood up, leaving the garage, wanting away from all this strangeness.

"So, any other bright ideas, or should I expect my toaster to come alive too?" The visitor seemed to be chastised, and Cain felt a bit of satisfaction. This was too much, he just needed a moment to cope, reorganize himself. Finding Elizabeth, he picked her up, ignoring the squirms, though his pets seemed to not mind the static as much. even though the strength of it hadn't changed. He curled up on the couch, just soaking in not being completely alone in this. He could do this. Cain just needed a moment. He could figure this out.

It wasn't for a few more days that he went back into the garage, having spent the weekend spending time with his pets. Their fur had begin to shine like his hair did, and they seemed to like the static he made. Rubbing against him, or in Balthazar's case jumping all over him, it seemed they were slowly changing too. Maybe contact with him was transferring whatever the visitor was doing to him to them? Guilt, and a small it of happiness, flooded him at the thought. Maybe he wouldn't lose his pets after all.

The thought gave him the drive to confront the new additions the visitor had given him, though his roller skates seemed to have been his own fault. Was the static emotion driven then? He didn't know, just hoping it didn't happen again.

In the garage, his car was where it was supposed to be, but the skates were whimpering on the bench. They perked up when he came in, not moving but focused on him. It was unnerving but he pressed on. "So, what even are these things?" He waited for a response, getting a single word. Cybertronian. So, was that a brand name? Some kind of machine? Was it a.. race..? The questions made flashes of imaged cross his mind, of dozens more of these beings. They all looked different, from body design to eye color. Maybe they were a race of.. beings, for lack of a better word.

The tiny bots on his bench looked sad, maybe even a bit pleading. Asking the visitor what they wanted, it awnsered that they were hungry. Cain sighed, sitting at his bench, the tiny bots scooting closer. "And just how am I going to feed them? What do they even eat?" This was all so strange. What did alien robotic people even need for food? His answer was a picture of some kind of crystal and a glowing liquid. Just where the hell would he be getting that? Another answer came, some kind of process of turning raw elements into whatever the visitor wanted.

Not quite believing that, he finds a bottle of motor oil. Pouring the substance into a metal box, he waits. It took a bit, but soon the static was back, arcing form his hands and hitting the box, slowly turning the metal and oil into a cube of dark pink glowing liquid in a crystal box. He just kind of stared at it as the two tiny bots eagerly drank the glowing fuel. So. Weird.

He made another for his car, who turned back into a large robot. Apparently, it was natural for them to be able to do that. At this point Cain would believe anything. He had just turned motor oil into some kind of alien fuel for large transforming robots. What else could get stranger then that and be real? A lot of things apparently. Sighing, he resigned himself to finding a way to incorporate these new being in his life, praying that nothing else would happen. His life was complicated enough.

Thankfully, nothing else much happened, other then his body changing even more. The bots behaved themselves, staying hidden when he had customers. For some reason, he took his words as law, or maybe orders. It was nice, that they would be willing to at least make his life less stressful by not disobeying him or getting out of hand. He had noticed that his eyes have slowly started to glow a rich blue. It was easily covered by sunglasses, Cain glad that his life was still going relatively smoothly despite everlasting.

Meanwhile, in Space

The Nemesis had been tracking the trail of the Allspark since they Autobots jettisoned it out into unknown space. Finding a high concentration of energy in a a small, young solar system, they followed it to a small planet orbiting a star, with one satellite. Setting down on the large moon, they took stock of what was on this new planet. It was covered in organic life, a place most unsuitable for the Allspark, the connection between Primus and cybertronians.

As communication officer, Soundwave was ordered to recon and decipher the odd organic languages, since this planet was so underdeveloped to not have just one, and report on where they would find the Allspark. The cube radiated so much energy it saturated most of the planet. It must have landed here a long while ago.

It would take time to learn and decipher the different languages, longer then Megatron would be willing to wait. Instead, he sent Barricade on the surface, in the disguise of one of the vehicles the organics liked to use, along with his symbiotes Frenzy, rumble, and ravage. They would follow the Allspark's trail while he found suitable ways into tricking the organics into complying. They were so underdeveloped, but not passive. This would go much more smoothly without any interference. Soon, they would have the one thing to destroy the autobots and take the cybertronian empire as their own.