"Woah. That's one giant cube." The raven haired woman takes a few steps forward admiring the object in front of her. She turns around and faces the group behind her. A sixteen, almost seventeen foot tall robotic being walks from behind her and approaches the cube. She watches him closely taking in the way the metal plates on his arms shift as he reaches for the object in front of him. The room is silent as the being places both of his hands onto a corner of the cube. Nothing happens for a few seconds until small strips of electricity protrude from the cube. The woman stares in awe as the cube begins to shrink.
"Amazing!" Someone says from behind her. The room is bathed in a neon blue light for a second as more electricity comes off of the cube. A minute passes when the yellow mechanical being in front of her turns to face her holding a much smaller version of the giant cube. She gazes up at him in awe reaching out to touch the cube.
I wake up to loud banging and shouting at my door. I quickly jump out of bed, falling on my face in the process.
'That couldn't have been more graceful.' I sit up on the floor for a second before getting up and opening the door. Sam stands in front of me looking extremely panicked.
"Someone is trying to steal my car, we have to get it back!" He grabs my left wrist and pulls me out of the room before I could process his words correctly.
"Wha-!" Sam runs out of the house and into the warm summer night.
"I'll explain on the way, we have to hurry or we'll lose him!" He lets me go and grabs his old bike and hops on. Without skipping a beat I place my bare feet onto the back wheels pegs. I grip his shoulder with my left hand as best as I could. We leave the house and race down the street, looking for the car thief. As we catch up to the Camaro, Sam pulls out his cellphone and dials 911. As he speaks with the operator, I notice the car turn towards the back streets behind the houses. I lean against Sam's back and point in the direction the car went.
"Turn there, he's using the alley's." Pocketing his phone, he gives a quick nod before following my directions. After taking many twists and turns we arrive at an old scrap yard. There were a couple of decommissioned trains around the area. A working train passes in front of us, causing Sam to stop the bike. I slowly get off, feeling all the small rocks and gravel press against the bottom of my feet.
"I hope I won't need a tetanus shot after this." Sam drops the bike and snatches my wrist, pulling me forward. Between the gaps of the passing train, I catch a glimpse of yellow entering the scrap yard.
"Sam, he went that way." I whisper, pointing in the direction where I saw the car. It was at this point I realized I left my prosthetic at home. Feeling insecure I try to hide my right arm, even if Sam has seen it many times in the past.
"Okay, okay let's go that way." He whispers back as the train finally passes us, giving us a clear passage towards the scrap yard. I shake my head and give him a stern look.
"This is too dangerous Sam. We need to wait for the Police."
"It'd be too late if we wait for them." He walks forward towards the open gates making me groan as I follow close behind him.
'I know I'm going to regret this.' As we approach the center of the junkyard, a noise from my right catches my attention. I turn my head to face the noise and let out an audible gasp.
"Sam!?" I whisper yell, hoping to catch his attention.
"Yea- Holy." Without taking my eyes off of what's in front of me, I hide behind a pile of metal scraps. In the distance stands a giant robot. It looks up at the starry night sky as it climbs the larger piles of scrap metal.
"Sam, what the hell is that?"
"I, I don't know." His voice quivers in fear as he hides next to me. The sky is then illuminated with a white beam of light, coming from the thing in front of us. I follow the beam and look up at the symbol that is being displayed, almost like a searchlight.
"That's," I swallow thickly. "That's the same symbol that was on the wheel of your car." Then it hits me. "Holy shit, that is your car." I hear shuffling from my left and turn my gaze away from the sky.
"What are you doing?" Sam ignores me as he begins to fumble with his phone. "Sam?"
"My name is Sam, Sam Witwicky." He starts recording, completely ignoring my calls. "Whoever finds this, my car is alive okay?" He stands up slowly and faces his phone towards the robot before ducking back.
"You saw that? Since these are my last words on Earth, I just wanted to say, Mom, Dad, I love you." I stare at him as I begin to worry for his well being.
"I don't think we're going to die just yet."
"If you find Busty Beauties under my bed, it's not mine. I'm holding it for Miles." I look at him in confusion. He shakes his head as he adjusts his weight to his other leg. "No, no, wait that... Okay, that's not true. It's mine and Uncle Charles gave it to me. I'm sorry. Mojo, I love you." He ends the recording, pocketing away his phone. I shake my head and peek over the pile. My eyes go wide as I see that area in front of us is empty.
"Wha- Sam, it's gone."
"Huh!?" Sam's voice cracks as he looks around frantically. I slowly got up and walked cautiously towards the area where the robot was. Sam follows close behind me, jumping at every sound. We continue to walk until we reach a small closed off section. I look around and spot two dogs laying down and staring in our direction. I stand still keeping my eyes on the dogs, holding my arm out in front of Sam.
"No sudden movements." I told him. The dogs begin to growl as they slowly get up. I take a step back, hoping and praying the dogs won't chase after us. Both of them bark before running full speed towards us. My eyes widened and without a second thought, grabbed Sam's wrist and ran back to where we first were. After running for a few moments, I hop on a couple barrels while Sam takes refuge on a large metal box. The dogs surround Sam, jumping up and down, trying to reach him. I place my hand in my hair trying to come up with a way to get Sam out of there. As I was about to jump off and wing it, an all familiar Camaro comes in and starts circling Sam. The car reeves its engine as Sam yells at it and tosses the keys at it.
'I'm definitely going to regret this.' I quickly jump off and scream, waving my hands above my head trying to catch the dog's attention. They turn their heads towards me and break into a sprint. I curse under my breath and run out of the area yelling out to Sam.
"Get out of here!" I continue to run until I find an old rusted car. It was on its roof and there was a small enough opening through the window for me to squeeze inside. I swerve to the right as one of the dogs jumps at me. I continue my path to the car when I hear the dogs bark. I threw myself to the ground and lay on my stomach, crawling through the small crush door. I hiss as a piece of metal scratches my left arm, causing a small trickle of blood to seep out. I lay in the car as the dogs bark and try to dig their way in. I try to push myself further into the small vehicle. The dogs continue their advances getting their saliva all over the ground and on some pieces of the door. A sound of metal shifting could be heard and a blinding white light washes over the whole area. The dogs stop barking and begin to whimper before running away. I place my forehead against the floor as I catch my breath. Not wanting to waste any time, I army crawl out of the vehicle but my leg gets caught underneath one of the seats. I begin to panic and start to claw at the dirt underneath me. I groan and whine trying to get my leg unstuck. The ground around me shakes as thundering footsteps make their way towards me. I feel all the blood from my face drain as I see the robot from earlier. I struggle more wanting to get away from this thing. It crouches down in front of me causing me to close my eyes, waiting for it to crush me. Relief flows through me as the pressure from my leg is lifted and I'm pulled out from under the car. I slowly open my eyes and look up. I yelp and crawl backwards until my back hits some old pipes and metal.
"What." My voice gets caught in my throat. The robot sits crouched in front of me with its head tilted to the side, almost like it's observing me. It's blue eyes scan over me before stopping. It tilts its head down as it makes a small whine, almost like it sounded sad? I stare up at it confused before it brings up its hand and points a finger at my side. I slowly turn my head to face my amputated arm. I slowly raise it so the robot can get a better look. It continues to make more whines before slowly inching closer. I flinch away before looking up into its bright blue eyes. I swallow thickly before trying to speak with it.
"What are you?" It perks up as it makes a bunch of noises before pointing at its neck. I furrow my brows as I slowly sit up. "You can't talk?" It nods its head as it continues to make small noises. I bring my legs up to my chest, wondering how I could communicate with it to figure out what it wants. I look up at its face remembering the day we bought the Camaro.
"Can you use the radio to communicate?" I ask as I bring my knees close to my chest. It tilts its head to the side before bringing up a hand and shaking it in a so-so motion. "Oh." Is all I'm able to say. I have so many questions, but it may not even be able to answer them for me.
'This is all crazy. I'm sitting here talking to this giant robot thing. I should be running for my life but this all feels too familiar.' I adjust my posture and swallow the lump in my throat.
"Do- do you have a name?" It shakes its head before writing his name on the ground between us. I stare at the letters, taking a moment to process them since from my perspective they're upside down. "Bee? Like a Bumblebee?" It nods his head again, making a cute little noise. It caused a small smile to form on my lips hearing such an adorable sound. It made me forget for a moment that I'm conversing with a robot that is as big as a two-story-house.
"Well, um, Bumblebee. It's nice to meet you. I'm Katana." At the mention of my name, it's eyes widen as it gets on all fours to get closer to my face. I squeal at how close it got, getting nervous that it might kill me right then and there. Before I can say anything, it pulls away and turns back into Sam's car. I sit there in shock not knowing what else to do. The car swings its driver door open and the radio turns on.
"Get in- there's much to talk about." I sit there dumbfounded before mumbling a small ok and standing up. I grab my right arm and squeeze it, getting very anxious at the idea of sitting in this car again. "I don't bite." I flush in embarrassment, looking away to hide my reddening face. A bad case of Deja vu hits, like I've been in this exact position before. I slowly make my way to the car and have a seat. The car door slams shut making me jump before we drive out of the scrap yard. I stare at the symbol on the wheel trying to come up with what to say.
"What is this symbol on the wheel, I've never seen it before the day we bought you at the dealership." The dials on the radio move, surfing through all the channels.
"Starfleet captain- Will help explain- Broadcasting system- limited."
"Wait, Starfleet captain? So you came from outer space? There's more of you?" The radio makes a whirring noise, assuming it means yes. I lean my head back and sigh through my nose.
'This just keeps getting better and better doesn't it. Wait.' I sit up straight and stare intently at the radio. 'The symbol matches the one on the sword, could Bumblebee know something about it?'
"This symbol. I have something that has the exact one. It's a long shot but I think it may have something to do with you and your Starfleet." The car suddenly breaks, causing me to jerk forward as the radio begins to go crazy. "Wait, slow down. I can't- I can't understand what you're saying." It goes deadly silent. I swallow thickly as sweat forms on my temple. Very slowly the dials begin to move, going through the stations and spelling out a word, more specifically a name.
"A- L- E- X- A- N- D- R- A."