A/N: Here's the next chapter guys! I'm so sorry for not updating in months! Life and my classes got in the way! But, to be fair I did warn you guys that during the school year I may not update much. Also, I know I said earlier that a klick was an hour, but I changed it. Honestly, there are so many terms for time for all the separate universes that it's enough to make my head spin! So, please just bear with me! Later on, I'll post a guide to all the terms. Tell me in the reviews if you also need to know what certain terms mean so I can add them like 'servo' or anything.
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Thoughts/flashbacks
Radio
Breem ~ hour
Klick ~ minute
Nano-klick ~ second
*Dream*
A family stood in line, waiting at the checkout line. The woman held a baby in her arms while she talked to the man beside her. The man was smiling down at her, his eyes showing all the love he had for the woman next to him. In front of the couple stood two Asian girls, around the age of 5. Paternal twins. One stood slightly taller than the other, perhaps an inch or two. The taller twin had black hair and grey eyes. She was talking with her twin, playfully shoving her. Her twin, laughing, stuck her tongue out at the sister who had shoved her.
The scene changed in a flash of white. All I was able to see was darkness. I heard gun fire, and the sound of multiple people breathing heavily. The white light flashed again. I blinked, and saw my mother laying on the floor. Looking next to me, I saw Solarflare holding Starlight in her arms with tears running down her faceplate.
My own tears started to fall when I saw the pool of red liquid under mommy. Mommy raised her hand and both Solarflare and I grasped it in our own small ones. "Mommy, please get up" I managed to say. My voice sounded younger, higher pitched. Our mother smiled sadly. "I can't my little prime. Mommy's sorry." She began to cough and some more of that red liquid trickled down her chin.
"Baby, I want you both t-to know something. Mommy loves you both so, so much." I began shaking my head. "I want you both to…to promise me something. Can you do that for mommy?" Sniffing, Solarflare and I nodded. We leaned in to hear what mommy was saying, since she was whispering it quietly. Her eyes began to slowly close.
"Promise me…..that no matter what happens. You'll look out for…for each other. Support an-and love one another. Stay strong….and no matter what n-never-" Mommy fell silent. I looked at her, and saw her that her eyes were closed. "Mommy?" I gently shook her. She didn't stir. I shook her harder. "Mommy! Mommy wake up! Please! I need you…..we need you! Don't leave us…..MOMMY"
The scene changed again. This time, I was being led away from mommy. My hand was being held by an adult in a blue and black uniform. "Wait!" The adult stopped and looked down. "I forgot something!" I tugged my hand from the person's grip and ran back to my mommy. I gave her one last kiss and whispered "Goodbye mommy. I love you too." I looked up from where I was kneeling next to mommy's head and saw a black, shiny object.
Curious, I went over to it and picked it up. Turning it over in my head, I was trying to remember what it was. A gun. My eyes widened. Mommy said to never tough one of these. I was supposed to tell an adult if I ever saw one. I bent down to put it back on the ground and froze. I saw one of those guys holding this and pointing it at mommy. Mommy was fighting to take it away from the man, but it went off and the red liquid, blood was what mommy called it, colored her shirt. Mommy fell on the floor and the guy pointed it at her again, but ran away when he heard sirens.
I stopped turning the gun around and just stared at it. I hate him! I hate the man who hurt my mommy. Making a decision, I out the gun in the pocket on the inside of my jacket and zipped it up. He hurt my mommy, so I'm going to find him…and hurt him too.
Anna's POV
My eyes snapped open. I was breathing heavily, and my fists were clenched. Despite y efforts to hold it back, a single tear trailed down my face. I remember that night. That was the night everything changed. That was the night my mother died protecting me and my sisters. That was the night the never ending nightmares, fear, and pain began. I disengaged the pod around me and watched as the metal folded back, taking the shape of my armor. I never found out what mom was going to say. Never what? Shaking my head, I reached into my subspace and pulled out a black gun.
The same gun from my dream, the same gun that took my mother's life. I deactivated my armor as well and set the backpack down gently beside me. I sat down on the hard metal surface of the catwalk and leaned my back against the railing. I turned the gun over in my hands, examining it. Years later, I found out it was a caliber 4.5 blank air gun. Nothing about the appearance had really changed. It was still black, although the words on the side of the barrel were faded.
I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. I just held the gun across my chassis (chest), don't worry it was unloaded. Huh, would have been a good idea to use this instead of using that soldier's gun back in Mission City. I sighed and opened my eyes. I put the gun back in my subspace and took out my drawing pad and pencils. I checked the time, it was around 2:30 in the morning. I fell into stasis around 9….so I got around 5 and a half hours of sleep.
The lights were still on, but I didn't notice because my pod was heavily tinted. The autobots could just offline their optics, so I guess the lights remained on. Besides, in an attack you'd be wasting precious seconds trying to turn on the light. I looked down at the bots recharging in their alt modes. Who should I draw first? Well, Starlight's favorite autobot is Optimus so I guess I'll try to draw him. I began to make a faint sketch of the red flamed Peter-built 397.
In this point of time, Optimus' alt mode was more edgy, and the nose of the truck was longer. Later on in the series, the edges became more rounded and less defined. The nose of the truck also became shorter and sort of rounded. I set to work drawing Optimus Prime's alt mode. I had to look up multiple times to see if I was scaling everything correctly.
I huffed in frustration. From this angle, all I could see was the top view of the cab. I had to get closer so I could see every detail and get a side view of the truck (preferably a right side view since that was my dominate side). I stood up and slung my backpack over one shoulder. Then, I proceeded to quietly climb down the catwalk and approached Optimus. I moved to the right side of him and slightly towards the front so I got a view of the side and could see part of the grill.
I got situated again, then stared to sketch. It was hard, and I had to erase certain lines multiple times. I can be very nitpicky when I want to be. But not in a bad way. For example, if I draw a line I'd be fragged if it wasn't perfectly straight. I would constantly draw, then erase, then draw, then erase again until I deemed it perfect. The only sound was the scratching of my pencils and the sound of the eraser rubbing against the sketch pad.
Some time passed, before I let out an irritated sound. There was just this one line that was bugging me to no end. No matter how many times I erased and redrew it, I just couldn't get it the way I wanted it! After several attempts, I flipped to another page. I needed to draw something else. I started to sketch the autobots symbol. I've drawn the symbol so many times that it only took me a couple of minutes. With nothing better to do, I ended up filling the whole page with an array of autobot symbols.
Once I was done, I took out my colored pencils. I began to color the first symbol blue with red flames on the bottom. Just like Optimus' paint job. I then proceeded to color each symbol so they would match a different bot's paintjob. Silver for Jazz, yellow with a black stripe running from top to bottom on both sides for Bumblebee, black for Ironhide, black and white for Prowl, and so on. For Sunstreaker I used a yellow color since I didn't have a gold pencil. I also colored Sideswipe's symbol red because I already gave Jazz silver and I didn't want to forget which symbol belonged to which bot.
I ran out of symbols and bots so I just flipped to the back and redrew my array. As for the bots, I just underlined where I had stopped and began to do bot's from other universes. I made sure to write 'Prime' below the line so I knew which universe was which. I colored Arcee's symbol blue and tried to put the pink highlights on it. It was hard, so in the end I ended up just coloring the symbol blue with pink eyes. I colored Bulkhead's symbol the same shade as Hound's since they had similar paint jobs. Ratchet's was white with orange eyes since it would look weird if I out orange stripes on it. Optimus was tricky. He was still red and blue, but he didn't have flames. After contemplating different designs and trying them out on the next page, I settled for coloring the boxy face red with a little semi-circle of blue on the bottom.
After a while I checked the time on my visor. 5:30 am…huh, I thought Optimus usually woke up around 5:00 am. Unless….."How long were you online?" I asked, not looking up from my array of colorful autobot symbols. It was silent, before Optimus spoke. "Not long, perhaps half a breem." "Why did you not notify me of your onlining?" "I was curious to see what you were doing." "Nothing important." I said, closing my sketch pad. I put all my pencils and erasers back into my backpack before slinging it on and standing up.
Optimus transformed into his bi-pedal mode, and bent down so he was optic level with me. "How did you know I was online?" He asked. "You usually online around 5:00 am. The others should still be in recharge until around 6:00 am, or around there." "How do you know this?" "Let's just say, I'm going by what other people said in their stories." Optimus blinked, "I'm sorry…..stories?" "I'll tell you about it at another time, if that is alright with you." Optimus nodded, and stood. He began to walk over to a corner of the room and I followed him.
"So, what you do while the others are still recharging? I've read you like to go on a drive to explore this planet, you start filing reports, or you deal with government officials." Optimus looked shocked that I knew his schedule so well, but shook it off. "As we are still guests on this planet, there is not much I can do." I nodded, things were pretty tense between the autobots and humans. The humans feared the cybertronians, and were suspicious. Going on a drive after a major battle without clearance just to study the planet wouldn't look too good.
When we arrived at a corner of the room, Optimus sat down. He looked at me. "I wish to learn more about yourself and the dimension you come from. Will you be willing to explain further?" Optimus asked. "Why?" I asked, my tone guarded. Optimus held up a servo. "I merely wished to become more familiar with one of our new allies. I meant nothing behind it." He said. "My apologies, but there is not much to tell. I come from another dimension with knowledge of your world and have possession of your technology. More specifically, your weapons technology. You need not worry, no human shall lay a digit on it."
Optimus nodded, but before he could say something else I beat him to it. "It was nice talking to you Optimus, but I should let you get some of your work done. Besides, the others should be onlining soon." I said, standing up. Actually, I just didn't feel like being interrogated at the moment. I liked Prime, but I wanted to hang back and observe the autobot's actions. Sure, I've read fanfictions about them and saw how they were on screen. But, the fanfictions may not be accurate and I wanted to see how they acted off the screen.
I still have to decide if I want to let Starlight into this universe. I'm not really worried about the bots, it's the humans on base I'm most worried about. S-7 was more vicious than they were in the movies. Of course, I can't be too protective. Star has been through a lot worse, and seen things no 7 year old should have to see. I have to let her chose her own path in life. I don't have to think about it now, I have around two years to decide.
But, I don't want to bring her in at the beginning of a major battle either. She needs time to bond with the bots, so I may have her come in around a year. That will give me a year to judge the humans here and a year for Star to bond with the bots.
"Oh, before I take my leave. Sometime today or tomorrow the world leaders will want to speak with you Optimus" I began to walk towards the cat walk again. Once I was back in the place I recharged, I checked the time. 6:00 am, the rest of the bots should be onlining around now, or have been eavesdropping the whole time. Just as I was finished with the thought, the bots engines all revved. Then, one by one they all transformed into their bi-pedal modes.
"Good morning autobots" They all turned and nodded to me, well Ironhide grunted, before going off to do their own thing. Bumblebee however came over to me.
Good morning, good morning, good morning to you! "Good morning Bumblebee, did you have a decent recharge?" I asked. Bee whirred and nodded, then pointed to me. "Mine was certainly…memorable." I said. Bee cocked his helm to the side and whirred. Inside, I was being overwhelmed by Bee's cuteness. Awwwww, I thought. "Nothing Bumblebee. My recharge was decent."
"Do you all have any way to refuel?" I asked him. Instead of Bee, Ratchet answered from across the room. "Yes, we have some energon from our ship. It should be enough to sustain us for a couple years." "After the treaty is made, send a sample of energon over to the labs. With the combined work from the human scientists and Wheeljack, a synthetic formula will be found."
Ratchet snorted, "And how do you know that?" "I am not 100% certain. But I've read fanfictions where it was made possible. I also know that many new arrivals will come to Earth, Wheeljack among them." Ratchet fell silent at that. "What are these 'fanfictions'?" Ironhide asked. The bots all stopped whatever they were doing and were listening.
"Well, fanfictions are exactly what they sound like. Fans of different movies or cartoons write stories based on that particular series and post them on websites such as , , and . In those stories anything and everything could happen. I've read one story where Ratchet and Ironhide are brothers." Hearing this, said bots looked at each other. Sure, they were brothers in arms, but that was just a little too weird.
"There are some where Sam falls in love with Bumblebee or Optimus, and even some where there is a love triangle between Sam, Optimus, and Megatron." Hearing this, Bee began whirring and shaking his head side to side, wide optic. Oh…that's…just…WRONG! The last recording must have been from some kind of game show because a beep sounded, signifying that whatever was said was incorrect. Sam and Bumblebee were close friends. The thought of having Sam as a mate just creeped Bee out. It was like marrying your brother.
Optimus only had a disturbed look in his optics. The others looked slightly amused seeing their leader and scout's reactions. Optimus regarded Sam as a friend, but to see him like that? Optimus was not a mech on mech kind of bot. Optimus thought about all the things he did with the love of his life, Elita-1, and tried replacing her with Sam. Let's just say those memory files were quickly deleted.
"How?" Jazz asked. I shrugged. "Oh, there's a lot more. There are stories about each one of you finding human sparkmates, some adopt a human child, in some the war ends and there is peace between the two factions, and in some really funny ones you guys get turned into toys and sent to another dimension." They all blinked, processing this information. "Tha'…is jus' disturbin'." Jazz said. All the other bots nodded, imaging a human child looming over them, mech handling them, and forcing them to play some sparkling game like dress up.
The door opened and we all turned to see who it was. Will stepped out. "Hey Anna. I thought I would show you to the mess hall for breakfast. Also, the world council wishes to meet with the autobots." I nodded, standing up and climbing down the catwalk. "They want to talk to you as well Anna." I paused, well I guess I should have seen that coming. Continuing walking, I replied, "Very well. What time am I expected to arrive?" "We have about an hour and a half. Just enough time for us to get breakfast and freshen up."
"Very well, however I do not have any professional clothing. All I have with me is some jeans and autobot T-shirts." "That's ok. Sam and Mikaela aren't wearing anything fancy either." I nodded, and followed him to the mess hall. Waving farewell to the bots, I followed Lennox out the door. The walk was relatively quiet. The silence being broken only when Lennox would point out certain rooms and say where hallways led too. Eventually, we made it to the mess hall.
It was basically a gigantic cafeteria room filled with tables, a place to get your food, and soldiers. Lennox and I got in line for our food. They were serving scrambled eggs with cheese, sausage, and hash browns along with a cup of orange juice. We took our trays and I followed Lennox. We ended up sitting at a table with Epps, Sam, and Mikaela. I sat down next to Lennox, right across form the two teenagers.
Both of them looked up. "Oh, hey Anna" Sam said with a mouth full of eggs. "Did you all recharge properly?" I asked. "Recharge? You mean sleep?" I nodded. "It was okay." Sam said.
"So, anyone know why a group of the most important people in the world wants to see us?" Mikaela asked. "I don't know" Sam shrugged. "Probably to ask us a bunch of questions and thank us or whatever." "That, and S-7 is being shut down." I added. "Really?" Lennox asked. I nodded.
"Huh, future knowledge must be helpful. Saves you stress and all." Sam said. "No, rather it adds more stress on." I said, thinking about how I have already messed with the timeline. Jazz is supposed to be in the Well of Allsparks, not standing around in the hanger doing…whatever it is he's doing at the moment. "Well, for a couple of untrained adolescents you all did well out there. Given the circumstances." Lennox said. "Thanks" Both teens said. "Thank you Lennox. Although, Sam. You really should work on keeping a level head while in stressful situations. Your uncertainty and hesitance will be your down fall one day." I said.
They all fell silent, and I looked up. Everyone was staring at me. "What?" I asked. "Wow, that didn't just kill the mood." Epps said. "Hey!" Sam protested. "It's kind of hard to not panic when you're getting shot at! They're trained not to panic! I'm not and neither are you! I don't know how you managed not to panic." He said. "I didn't panic because I already knew what would happen." "Yeah, but it's different when it's not on the screen" he said.
"You do have a point, I'll admit that. But…how do you know I am not trained to remain level headed in stressful settings? I did spend time with the primes after all." I asked. That got him quiet. I looked down at my half full plate, the atmosphere seemed slightly darker than before. I stood up and took my tray. "Excuse me. But I believe it is about time for the meeting." I went to dump my garbage and walked out the door.
The others following suit. No one spoke as Lennox lead us to a different room. There the autobots were all standing, facing the numerous screens. The entire room had screens wrapped around the walls, each displayed numerous men and women in suits. The same room like the movie. S-7 should be disbanded.
Optimus was talking with Keller, but the man fell silent when he saw us entering. "Vhat iz a child doing 'ere?" Asked a man. His accent was obviously Russian. "I am no child." I said, stepping forward. "My designation is Shimmernova, but my Earth name is Anna." This sent murmurings among everyone present. "So, there are human sized versions of them?" A woman asked. She had a British accent. "No. I am human. I come from another dimension."
Hearing this, a man scoffed. "That is absurd. Der is no such zing as another dimension." This man had a French accent. "Oh, I assure you there is. I was sent here by Primus, their God, if you will. I know what will happen in the next decade. I am here to prevent it." "Impossible" The French man stated. "S-7 has been terminated….no? And if memory serves, the bodies of the fallen cybertronians are being disposed of in the Laurentian Abyss. Which happens to be seven miles below sea level, deepest place on this planet. The massive depth and pressure there, coupled with subfreezing temperatures, would crush and entomb them, leaving no evidence."
Several gasps were heard. "How did you come to know such sensitive information little girl?" A woman asked. I'm guessing she's American because I can't hear her accent. "Like I said, I come from another dimension with future knowledge of major events that have yet to happen." "Very well, let's say decide to humor you. What will happen in the future that is so important for you to be taken from your home, and thrust into our dimension?" Keller asked. "Sir….you don't actually believe-" the man was cut off by Keller, who shot him a look.
"I'm afraid I cannot tell you." I spoke. The French man spoke up. "Or maybe, you really do not know and are just trying to buy time." My temper flared. "I assure you I know what I am doing. I cannot tell you because future knowledge can damage the time stream of this dimension." "If that is so, then how do you plan on helping us?" An Asian man asked. "You misunderstand. I am…..happy to be of service. But my main reason is to help the autobots and decepticons end this civil war and finally have peace."
"So, you work for both sides?" A German man spoke up. "Technically, yes. But my loyalty lies with the autobots until I am successful in putting an end to this war." "How do you plan on doing zat? You're just a little girl, and they. Giant alien robots." "All due respect, they are autonomous robotic organisms. Being called a 'robot' is a derogatory term for them. Robots are merely mindless machinery with no will of their own. And, I did not come to this dimension unprepared." With that said, I activated my armor. Again, I heard multiple gasps as my armor folded around me.
"What is that?" Keller asked. "This…..is how I plan on ending the war. This is a highly advanced suit of armor. Made for both offensive and defensive purposes." "So, it is a weapon?" One man asked. "Yes, but it is my weapon. It does not and will not leave my sight. "If we could study that-" "If you studied it, I assure you would not live long enough to even activate it." I interrupted him.
"Is that a threat, little girl?" One of them asked. I disengaged my armor. "No, it's a promise. Along with the weapons technology my suit possesses, it also has a security system. Only I can access the armor. Anyone else has to have fingerprint or energon signature recognition to have full access. For temporary access, I have to give a brief command." "And….Vhat vere to 'appen if ze alarm was activated?" "Then, you'll be able to answer the big question if there really is an afterlife." I said sweetly. "This armor has a special coding. If a foreign source is detected the code is activated and you have 5 minutes before it blows. I'm carrying enough fire power to blow this whole base to Cybertron and back. And we don't want that…do we? Especially not with all these soldiers on base. Oh, let's not forget the tourists who come to see the Hoover Dam."
"Very well. We will not mess with your armor for now. But, you will be confined to this base for observation. You are dangerous after all." Keller said. "Oh I assure you, I only become dangerous when provoked or in battle." I said. Keller nodded, then addressed the crowd. "Gentlemen, as the girl said the president has ordered Sector Seven…be terminated and the remains of the dead aliens- disposed of. The Laurentian Abyss is seven miles below sea level, deepest place on our planet. The massive depth and pressure there, coupled with subfreezing temperatures, would crush and entomb them, leaving no evidence."
After the meeting was over, we finally got clearance to go for a drive at the end of the day. We drove to the grassy hill shown at the end of the first movie. It would later be called 'look out'. Sam and Mikaela rode in Bee while I chose to ride inside of Jazz. When we arrived, I climbed out of Jazz and stretched. The others remained in their alt modes while Optimus transformed into his bi-pedal mode.
I looked over to see Mikaela slowly lowering herself on top of Sam, who was on top of Bumblebee. I felt sorry for the poor scout as he was forced to sit there while the two began to make out. Smiling slightly, I shook my helm. With a silent command, a black wire went from my visor to my backpack. Once it connected, 'What I've Done' by Lincoln Park began to play out loud. As the song played, I looked around at the other's alt modes. Everything had happened so fast that I had no time to properly process my situation. I was really here….with the autobots.
THE Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Banes were making out on top of the Bumblebee! Inside, I was so fangirling. Jumping up and down and squealing. It had been me and my sister's dream to be here. Now, it was a reality. Jazz is alive and has become my guardian and I have my own room to live in at NEST.
My visor pinged with a special encrypted message and I looked over at Optimus. I opened the message and Optimus' voice filtered through to me.
"With the AllSpark gone, we cannot return life to our planet. And fate has yielded its reward….a new world to call home. We live among its people now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret, waiting, protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for courage. And though we are worlds apart. Like us, there's more to them... than meets the eye. I am Optimus Prime. And I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here. We... are waiting." After his message was sent Optimus turned and walked back to where the others were still in their alternate forms.
I watched him as he transformed into his peter-built and parked amongst his brothers-in-arms. This is my home now…and they are my family. I will do everything I can and more to end this stupid war. Ironhide, Skids, Mudflap, Wheeljack, the Arcee triplets, and all the others will not offline…not on my watch. So, bring it on universe. I am here ready to take on whatever you throw at me.
A/N: Finally…it's finished! Please excuse any errors because I haven't proof read this. I know the meeting with the government officials should have been more….government like? But, my excuse for the poor scene is I'm only 13 and I have next to no idea about how politics work. I can't play the political two step yet and to be honest I hope I never learn how to. I'll try to publish the next chapter…..but with the teachers really dishing out the homework I'm not making any promises.