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Bumblebee

Who'd have thought the magnetism of the planet was cause his telemetry to go awry? Ratchet had suggested something like that could happen, but Bumblebee had been a bit speculative on the matter.

Until now.

It appeared to Bumblebee that he'd managed to land in the middle of a conflict zone. He fired the thrusters of the pod to avoid the body of a small fleshling on the ground before him. The pod lifted from the ground for a moment, showering the small fleshling with dust and stones, before the momentum carried it forward and into a large wall. The structure was quickly levelled with the force of the impact. Now that he was still, Bumblebee could see that the fleshling - human, Optimus had called them humans - was in fact a femme. An injured femme at that: she was leaking lubricants all over the grass and appeared to be in obvious pain.

And every single gun was trained on her. Men from all over the complex were scrambling from various covered areas to train their guns on her as soon as they

could. They must have thought her dangerous, but there was no gun in her hand - only one that had been buried by a rock in front of her - and she was clearly injured.

Bumblebee's vents flared as he heard one of the armed humans make a threat to the young femme.

"You dare think about moving, Datura, and I'll send a bullet straight through your chest."

A small rumble of anger rippled through Bumblebee's vocal processors before he could offline them. The tiny femme before him seemed to shrink back further from those around her. Her movements were slow and painful, and Bumblebee watched as she turned and looked pleadingly at his pod. Desperation radiated from her gaze as her eyes trailed over the pod, searching for Primus knew what. The thing that caused Bumblebee's spark to wrench, however, was the sound of the broken voice that came from the tiny femme.

"Please help me."

How did she know? How did she know that Bumblebee - a sentient being more than capable of helping her situation - was within the pod.

It was the power of the emotion in her voice that caught Bumblebee out as well; such deep, honest emotion from a member of such a young race. He had never believed that those with so little history could match the emotion capacity of his race. However, the eyes of the young femme proved him wrong with a single glance

In an instant, Bumblebee's mind was decided. Processors onlined as the scout began the ejection process of the pod, overriding standard protocols and initiating battle protocols. Within moments, the pod had fallen away from around him and Bumblebee emerged in his protoform. The humans holding the guns cried out in terror at the sight of him, which was understandable and unsurprising to Bumblebee. Bullets flew off his protoform, tickling his receptors as Bumblebee analysed the situation: the girl, who was now seated by his pede, stared up at the young scout with wide, awe-filled eyes.

Bumblebee knelt to the ground behind the femme and wrapped his servo around around her, covering her from the fire of the bullets.

Hacking into the electromagnetic wave frequencies the humans used for radio communications, Bumblebee quickly found the appropriate sound bytes for the femme:

"You and I ... Gotta go Downtown."

With a small moment of hesitation, the femme glanced around herself and back up at Bumblebee before nodding sharply. Rather than being terrified by the appearance of a sentient alien robot - as Bumblebee believed most humans would be - the femme's optics filled with renewed determination and... Respect? Was that really what the scout saw in her optics?

Initiating another processor to analyse the femme's body language, Bumblebee quickly looked around the compound that surrounded them. There had to be an human vehicle that he could upload into his systems to use as an alternative mode to his currently bipedal protoform. A beaten-up yellow vehicle caught his eye and Bumblebee quickly began to scan it.

"How do we get out of here?"

A small voice reached Bumblebee's audio receptors and he looked down to see the femme watching him carefully. The colour seemed to have drained from her face as the area of red stain on her thigh grew.

"I'm on it Captain." Bumblebee played the sound byte as he finished scanning the vehicle. He picked the femme up gently in his servo and played another sound byte: "Hold onto your hats, Ladies and Gentlemen!"

The femme had enough time to curl into his hand before Bumblebee initiated his transforming into the alternative mode. Within moments he was speeding away down the road leading away from the compound with the femme held securely in the passenger seat by the seatbelt.

Shouting and gun shots echoed behind them as Bumblebee drove away. In a fit of fury, Zada clambered to the top of the rubble that was once the wall and began to fire round after round at the bumper of the yellow camero until it's fog lights faded into the distance.

"Jesus Christ!" Zada bellowed in anger, throwing down his gun and glaring at the men in the courtyard who seemed equally shock as he was. That meteor had... Well he didn't really know what it had done, but it had turned into what looked like a giant metal man. It sounded completely crazy and Zada wished his eyes had been decieving him, but the creature had protected Datura from their bullets and taken her away from the compound. Further still, the thing had managed to scan the camero in the car park and transform into and exact replica, rust and all.

"I want that camero found." Zada spat harshly as he slowly began to clamber down the rubble once again. "I don't care if it takes weeks, months or years, but that camero will be found, as wherever it is, Datura will not be far away."

"How can we be so sure?" Connor demanded suddenly, stepping forward through the damage to looking challengingly up at Zada. "How do we not know that the thing has taken Millie hostage, or has even killed her by now. It would be doing us a favour!"

"We cannot take that risk, Adonis!" Zada replied sharply as he came level to Connor. "For all we know, that creature could have been rescuing Datura from us and she is now free in the world. I thought you of all people would think that."

"I just want to put a bullet between her eyes." Connor spat darkly, turning his back on Zada.

"I thought you loved her." Zada stated firmly, causing Connor's temper to rise further.

"She's abandoned me; abandoned the programme!" Connor screamed in rage turning back to Zada as his eyes burned with a hateful fire.

"She is still useful to us." Zada replied calmly, ignoring Connor's furious gaze. "We will find her and bring her back here. Her mind can easily be shattered so she is naught but a soulless body. Then you can exact your revenge on her, provided she stays alive and produces children."

"Children?" Connor questioned, horrified. "Why on Earth would you waste her talents as an assassin?"

"Her talents would not be wasted." Zada countered calmly. "Her genetics would be passed on into a new generation of soldiers for the programme."

Connor opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of it as he slowly thought over Zada's words. Yes, what better way to exact his revenge on her than that.

"Very well." Connor said calmly, any emotion in his voice that was present before was quickly removed and kept in check. "I shall lead the search... We will find her."

So that's the end of chapter two! I hope you're enjoying this so far! All things relating to Zada, Connor and the facility will all be revealed in due time!

I know this wasn't as long as the first chapter, but I wanted to get something out for you guys :3

Until all are one.

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