Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait! Hope that you continue to enjoy!
Sam didn't have time to react. He stumbles as something springs into his chest, hitting it hard enough to knock the wind out of him as he falls onto his back. Gasping and aching he frantically scrambles back a bit with the heavy weight being pulled along with him.
"Sam!" Mikaela cries out from somewhere behind him.
The teen grabs hold of the small bot that lands on his chest, wheel feet digging into his sternum and stomach, making it hard to breathe. Big red eyes lean in close to him, studying his face as a blast of sound surrounds them. Something hard and heavy hit the ground next to him and Sam looks over at Bumblebee, eyes narrowed down into tiny pinpricks and a canon powered up from his arm, pointing at the little bot sitting on Sam's chest.
"Woah, woah, woah, hey now!" The small bot jolts, moving up over Sam's shoulder and then down behind him, half hidden under Sam's body. The hard metal components of his little body digging into Sam's spine uncomfortably. Claws slide over his shoulder enough to ache with the pressure but not to cut through his shirt and skin. "Call off ya Bumblebee, Sam. Come on, come on!"
Sam, heart pounding and gasping for more air in his lungs, looks up at Bumblebee and feels the rage from the yellow bot lick at his skin. With Bumblebee on Sam's right side, his chest rumbles in a growl and he shifts back and forth as if to get a better angle on them. But he's not the only one, in his peripheral, he can see the Autobots all focusing in. Earthquake's eyes are burning red, little hands splayed out around him beside Bumblebee. Ratchet is in front of the multi-armed bot, keeping him back, expression guarded.
On his left is Ironhide, his own cannon pointed at Sam and the little Decepticon. Jolt beside him, hands spread wide, as if preparing to strike.
The little Decepticon makes a chittering noise, nervously. Sam can feel it like gooseflesh along his spine and shoulder blades. "I ain't gonna hurt ya, Sammy boy. Just call off ya Junxies, okay? Okay?"
Sam licks his lips, shoulder burning a bit, eyes flicking to Bumblebee, wondering if he was about to make a mistake. Even though there are only parts to him that just intrinsically know things that come with Bumblebee and their connection - especially with the unspoken part of it, while his conscious mind does not, Bumblebee seems to see what is in Sam's mind as if it were written across his face.
"Sam is about to move," Bumblebee says, in his regular voice, completely unaffected. Sam tenses for just a moment, surprised that Bumblebee would just say it, before jolting forward, trying to get away from the little Decepticon behind him. No point in wondering about it now. He'll ask what the hell that was for later.
In his haste, those claws that he managed to not catch earlier, slide over his shoulder and down his back, this time slicing through, but Sam doesn't stop despite the yelp of pain that escapes him. Instead, he shoots forward, scrambling to put as much distance between himself and the small Decepticon as he can. He rushes to Bumblebee's side, sliding alongside and then behind him. He turns around in time to see the scrambling little Decepticon jerk back - right into Arcee, who was hiding in the shadow of Optimus's bulk a few feet behind Sam. Once more, Sam marvels at just how close the large bot could get while being so quiet.
She moves fast as a viper, grabbing the little Decepticon in her hand, immediately holding him up toward the red and blue Autobot leader. Optimus's face is sever, eyes flickering over to Sam and back down at the tiny... toy car? Unless he's a real car like the others, but miniaturized, he supposed.
"Gotcha!" Arcee says, glaring down at the little Decepticon.
"Woah, woah! Arcee, baby! I ain't gonna hurt nos bodies! I was just tryna talk to ol' Sammy here! I'm friendly! I'm friendly!" He waves little hands around, eyes bright, field anxious.
Arcee frowns, brow furrowing. "You know who I am?"
He sputters, looking around at the other Autobots, then to Sam. "Come on, Sam. Please tell me yous remember ya best buddy Wheelie?"
Sam leans into Bumblebee, surprised to hear that the growling has stopped. Bumblebee's field, which is rife with agitation, suddenly teaks with confusion. He shifts just slightly, pressing back into Sam, as if offering comfort. Sam's thankful for it.
"Wheelie," Optimus rumbles, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. The little Decepticon flinches at being addressed by the large red and blue Autobot. "You know Sam?"
Twisting a little to look at Optimus sideways, he says, "Uh, well, kinda. 'm an Autobot. I promise, see? Cross ma spark and all that." He makes a crossing motion over the center of his chest.
Arcee scrutinizes the little Decepticon - Wheelie, he said - her blue eyes with a ring of purple, flicker up to Optimus. They seem to share some sort of silent communication as Wheelie twitches, anxiously. Despite the throbbing pain in his shoulder, Sam feels almost bad for the little guy. He knows Sam, that much is clear. But now Sam's starting to think - and what he thinks that the Autobots are starting to think, based on their shifting glances - that this Wheelie must be like them. He must remember as they do. Have memories of the future.
Wheelie thinks that Sam might know - but he doesn't. He thinks that the other Autobots don't know - but they do.
"Sam doesn't know you, Wheelie," Optimus says firmly, blue eyes locked onto the tiny bot. Wheelie flinches, casting a look over at Sam, before glancing back over at Optimus, kneading little hands, eyes flickering as if trying to think of how to get out of the situation that he's in.
"Listen, Prime. I'm good for it, ya know? I'm an Autobot. I swear! I wasn't going to steal the sliva! I was gonna return it and hopefully get some amnesty. I don't wanna work for dos Decepticon bozos!" It occurs to Sam then. Mikaela's message. D came for the sliver. Decepticon came for the sliver.
That had been what Mikaela was trying to tell him. She was warning him of what was coming. But he didn't have his memories. He didn't know that. He's been stuck thinking it was a person - which it kind of was - but really it was a warning that he should have been able to understand if he'd had his memories. It comes to Sam then; government coverup. Secret forces. Aliens being hidden by the government. They have to monitor their speech, their conversations. Their words have actual locks on some of them.
Whatever more Wheelie seemed to want to add, Optimus holds his hand up to silence the smaller bot. He moves up onto his feet, lording over all the smaller bots and the two humans with his incredible height. Optimus stares down at the little bot, contemplating something. Then, after some consideration, he holds out his hand to Arcee, who tilts her head for a moment. She takes a few steps forward and places Wheelie onto the larger mech's palm. Optimus straightens, bringing his hand up closer to his face so that they can look at one another more closely.
"I mean it, Prime," Wheelie says, looking around, worriedly, yet doesn't dare take the long leap off the side of Optimus's hand. "I wasn't comin' to hurt nos bodies. Ya gotta believe me, Prime. Not gonna do nothin' wrong. I swear! Loyal Autobot, through and through."
Optimus studies him for a long moment, considering. "Wheelie, you are friends with Sam?"
Wheelie hesitates, red eyes flickering around before he leans into the larger mech. "Prepare yaself, Prime. Wha' I'm abou' to say may change everythin' ya thought ya knew." He leans in a little more. Optimus blinks slowly, still focusing down at the smaller bot while Ironhide, who lowered his cannon alongside Bumblebee, rolls his optics. Wheelie, ignoring the large chrome and black plated bot steps closer to Optimus, staring up into his eyes as Arcee leans heavily on one hip. "I," Wheelie says, "am from the future."
A beat of silence.
"Alright," Ratchet drawls, rolling his eyes. "You deal with that, Optimus. Sam, get in, we are going to the medbay. I need to take a look at that arm. Earthquake, Bumblebee, come."
Mikaela, who was now at Sam's side, takes ahold of his arm. "I'm coming too."
Sam glances at her hand before looking over at Ratchet who kneels down beside Sam and Mikaela, transforming into his alt mode, both doors popping open. Earthquake is shaking in barely contained rage, little arms wiggling with twitchy fingers, itching to grab ahold of Wheelie and give him the ol' Ironhide special.
"Come, Earthquake," Ratchet commands through his radio, voice even. "You too, Bumblebee."
Straightening up from where he was protectively hunched over Sam and Mikaela, Bumblebee nods. He casts a long look at Wheelie and Optimus, returning the nod the red and blue bot sends him, before moving from Sam and Mikaela and transforming into his alt mode. With his shoulder burning and throbbing, Sam makes his way around Ratchet towards the driver's seat, being careful not to lean back against the injury. He can feel a little bit of wetness working down his shift. Before he gets in, he stops, looking over at the box and the two pictures.
"Sam?" Mikaela calls, settling into the passenger seat.
"Ratchet? Can I bring those pictures with to the medbay?" Sam asks, looking back at the cab. "The ones of my parents and Bumblebee?"
Ratchet's engine makes a low hum. "Yes. Be quick, Sam."
Obediently, Sam rushes over to the box, leaning down to grab the two pictures, flinching at the pull on his back and shoulder before moving back over to Ratchet. He climbs in and lets the door close behind him. He leans forward to keep from bleeding on Ratchet's seats, even as the seatbelt slides over his shoulder and snugs him up. Ratchet and Bumblebee head out with Earthquake lumbering after, without an alt mode at the moment.
Mikaela keeps sending looks over at Sam, blue eyes searching. The amnesiac sends her a sideways glance, offering a thin smile, but his shoulder is throbbing too much to keep a straight face. He looks at the rearview mirror, watching as Earthquake hunches a bit to get into the building and follows them down the long hallway at a more sedated pace.
"Why is Bumblebee and Earthquake coming?" Sam asks, trying not to think about the burn of his shoulder. Not that he minds all that much, he's just curious. And anything to keep from focusing on the radiating pain on his back and shoulder.
"Bumblebee isn't as in control as Optimus is, so he can't be trusted around Wheelie for the time being, and Earthquake is a hyper-protective newbuild. He needs to be away from Wheelie to keep from deactivating him. You are his creator and he's a protector-build. He may be specifically designed for sparklings, but a lot of his protocols are based on protecting smaller frames. Being with you and away from Wheelie, will calm him down."
Sam nods, flinching a bit at the pull on his shoulder.
Once making it to the medbay, Mikaela and Sam move out of Rachet and back away so that he can transform into his bi-pedal mode. He scoops them up and puts them both onto the berth before commanding Sam to sit on the gurney while he moves to grab the supplies he would need. Sam sits at the end of the gurney, placing his two pictures off to the side by his pillows for later. Mikaela's blue eyes are roving around the room as Sam struggles to pull off his shirt.
"Samuel, if you remove that shirt, so help me," Ratchet snaps over his shoulder, making Sam freeze. Earthquake moves to the foot of the berth, red eyes watching Mikaela mistrustfully, while Bumblebee stops on the side closest to Sam.
"How are you to get to my wound?" Sam asks, lowering his arms back to his side to keep from angering the greenish-yellow bot.
"I'll cut it off, now stop twitching."
Sam slouches, immediately regretting it with the twinge of pain. Bumblebee croons sadly at him while Earthquake stares intensely.
"Creator? Are you in pain? Shall this construct dispose of the little bot?"
Sam sighs, shaking his head. Mikaela quirks an eyebrow at Sam responding, slowly lowering to a sit at the foot of the gurney. "No, Earthquake. It was an accident. He didn't mean to hurt me. It was more of my fault then anything, I shouldn't have moved."
Earthquake scowls. "This Earthquake will petition the Great Prime to remove the little bot from this life."
Bumblebee snorts, rolling his eyes. "Good luck with that one, chief."
Sam gives Bumblebee a look to which he holds up his hands in surrender, before looking over at the large, purely black framed Autobot. "It's okay, Earthquake. It was an accident. I'm okay, I promise."
Earthquake's scowl deepens, unconvinced. Ratchet makes his way over, carefully setting up a tray with all of his supplies next to Sam by the gurney. Hand transforming into a series of strange sharp instruments, he motions for Sam to twist his back to him before carefully removing his shirt. Sam crosses his legs on the gurney, facing Mikaela while Ratchet works. He gives Sam a shot for the pain, cleans the wounds and sets to stitching the cuts closed with expert precision. Even with the shot, Sam can feel the dull pain of the needle, so to distract himself he focuses on Mikaela.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't get your messages. I didn't mean to ignore you."
Mikaela smiles lightly, he eyes flicker down to Sam's stomach and chest. He follows the motion, seeing that there were red splotches where he'll no doubt start to bruise at some point. "I get that now." She pulls at a loose thread on the knee of her jeans, turning her eyes from Sam's chest. "I was really worried about you."
"I'm sorry," Sam says again. And he is. There is a pain just beneath his ribs. A dull thud of disappointment. There was nothing he could have realistically done, but he still feels bad about putting her through that. Even with the odd emotional disconnect, a part of him holds old affection - and honestly Sam just doesn't think he's the type of person to ghost others - he feels bad for falling off the grid like he did. Even if it was completely unintentional.
Mikaela shakes her head, tucking a strand of long dark hair behind her ear before pulling at the thread again. "I forgive you, Sam. I'm sorry that... that you're hurt." She squints at him. "Both from the little Decepticon and from the whole..." she gestures to her head.
Sam cracks a loose smile at that as Ratchet informs them, "Wheelie is an Autobot. He switched sides."
Mikaela looks at him, surprised. "He was telling the truth? When I caught him trying to steal the sliver, I was certain he was a Decepticon. I mean, he has their insignia."
Ratchet hums, making Sam glance over at him. Meeting bright blue eye lights to light green eyes, Ratchet says, "It's complicated. But he's one of us."
The future. In the future he switches, Sam realizes. That's why he knows Sam. Because he's like the other Autobots. He remembers the next ten years as they lived them. He was brought same as they were. So, does that mean all the Autobots are the same? They have ten years' worth of additional memories? Or is it certain ones, and they've just been lucky thus far?
Does that mean the Decepticons remember? If so, is it all of them, or just some?
Mikaela watches as a myriad of emotions flicker over Sam's face, curiously. She opens her mouth, hesitates, then instead flicks her thumb over her shoulder. "So, who's the big guy? New Autobot?"
Before Sam can answer, Earthquake's engine rumbles, displeased. "This platform is not 'Big Guy', fleshling. This construct was given the name 'Earthquake' by the benevolence of the Creator. Use it." His little hands bristle around him like the hair of a cat standing on end.
"Settle it down, big guy," Bumblebee's radio plays, his expression droll.
Earthquake growls. "Be silent, puny yellow Autobot."
Bumblebee's wings hike up in anger, his field brushing against Sam's skin in annoyance while Ratchet, fed up with both of them, snaps, "Enough! Settle down, Earthquake. And you, Bumblebee, do try not to act your age or both of you are going to be removed from my medbay with a missing gasket each." He sends a shrewd look to both bots before continuing with his work.
Bumblebee sighs, holding his hands up in surrender, while Earthquake pouts. He's still new to discipline.
"Okay..." Mikaela draws out slowly. "So, they aren't friends."
"It's complicated," Sam admits, eyes flicking over to the room where Autobot Jazz is located behind, feeling that pull again. He shakes himself, looking back at Mikaela. "When I lost my memory, I was in a panic. I... well, I made him. Earthquake, I mean. The sliver gave me a bit of the Allspark's power and in that panic, I accidentally created Earthquake. His first instance with the Autobots was to fight them, thinking he had to protect me from them. He's... still adjusting." Sam shrugs, not sure what else to say. Once more, without Optimus here, Sam's not sure what all he's allowed to say.
Mikaela blinks slowly, trying to take in all that was said. Carefully, she asks, "So... what are we going to do? Is there a way to get the Allsparks energy out?"
Sam stiffens a bit, surprised he hadn't wondered that himself. He looks over his shoulder to Ratchet. "Can it?"
Ratchet shakes his head, blue eyes still intensely focused on his work. "Not at the moment, no. Is there a way? Perhaps. But I don't have the equipment or the minds here to be able to begin even pondering how to do so. And do so safely." He shakes his head, mumbling more to himself. "I would need Wheeljack and Perceptor, Primus! I would probably need a priest too, while I'm at it. I wouldn't even know where to start." He sighs. Then continues, to Sam, "As of now, no. But the Allspark isn't hurting you. Not really. It's wreaking havoc to your vitals, but it's not killing you."
And that's the best that we can hope for at the moment, is left unsaid, but hangs around them like a dark cloud.
Mikaela, uneasily, looks over at Earthquake, then back to Sam, jumping back to a decidedly simpler topic. "So, he calls you Creator because you made him?"
Sam nods. "Yep."
Now it's time for Earthquake to cut in. "Creator? Who is this fleshling?" His red eyes peer down at Mikaela, still weary.
"Mikaela," Sam says. My friend, almost slipping out. But that hadn't been right, he remembered her look from earlier. She wasn't his friend. She was something else.
"Mikaela Banes," Mikaela says, twisting to look at the largest bot in the room over her shoulder. "I'm... Sam's girlfriend."
Sam's eyes widen as Earthquake perks at this new phrase, leaning a bit closer. "Expound. How are you linked to the Creator? Explain it so that this platform can better understand this meaning."
Mikaela sends Sam a sweet smile that lights up her beautiful face even more and something hollow in Sam's chest hurts at it. A memory. A feeling. A memory of a fleeting feeling that's buried under a decade of untapped memories. Two - or maybe even three, depending on how he looked at it.
Sam's sure of it now. Whatever connection they had - Sam's hot girlfriend! - was at some point severed. They broke up, he thinks. He doesn't want to think of the alternative. Like what happened to the unknown Maggie that Optimus spoke of.
She smiles faintly at Sam, searching his face for - what? He has no idea - but he can't read her well enough to know if she found what she was looking for or not. As she explains to Earthquake that it means they are basically partners, Sam's mind wanders a bit. He's trying to make sense of the chaotic maelstrom swirling around inside of him. Now that confliction, that complication feeds into even more complicated feelings. She is present Sam's girlfriend, but Sam holds the feelings of someone who has loved and lost her. Any strong romantic feelings for her are cooled, aged with time.
Stress pulses at the back of Sam's head like a growing headache but he shakes it off, stiffening when Ratchet growls at him for moving. As if sensing the distress, Sam reaches his hand out to the side a bit, feeling Bumblebee's fingers resting on the gurney, as if the bot had reached for him first, but then just settled his hand there in case Sam needed him. Needed the reassurance, the grounding that the yellow guardian offered. He curls his hand around as much of the finger that he was holding as possible, relishing in the feeling of Bumblebee's field brushing back at him. Sam is thankful to have his friend there through all of this confusion.
While they talk around him, Sam feels his eyes slid across the room to the closed door, hiding the body of Autobot Jazz within.
Sam has no idea what Ratchet gave him, but after a small meal, he was knocked out. Ratchet had moved another gurney up next to Sam's with a respectable amount of distance between them for Mikaela to use, after she insisted on staying with Sam. No one argued, but Sam could just feel how upset it was making Bumblebee, and no matter how tightly Sam squeezed that finger, or for how long he stared into big, sad blue eyes, nothing seemed to comfort the yellow bot.
Sam wanted to make him feel better but grew too tired to even so much as keep his eyes open. Before he knew it, he was looking himself to the siren's beck and call. But even being as tired as he was, he spent the night in a half haze. He recognizes at one point that Optimus was there. His finger running down the length of Sam's side. Wheelie was there too, apologizing to him for hurting him. And Bumblebee, ever constant - like Ratchet and Earthquake.
Sam ached something terrible in the morning. His shoulder and upper back on his right-hand side was agony. Ratchet got him a change of clothes - his own that Bumblebee had gotten from his own boxes of his stuff - and he was able to use Lennox's shower again. But that was only after he explained what happened. And how he got hurt. Lennox was as leery of Wheelie as Mikaela was. She's still a little befuddled about how he was an Autobot but wasn't at the same time. And Sam didn't miss the look Lennox sent to Ironhide, who didn't meet his gaze.
Mikaela stepped out later into the afternoon the following day, after having spent most of the day talking to Sam about his life, about their time together, hoping to spark something - and it worked, for the most part. He recognized everything she said. He was able to add small details, but his recollections were pretty keyed into whatever she was saying. But he couldn't really summon a whole lot on his own and once another headache started to bloom, Ratchet insisted they take a break. So, after a small lunch that Sam was still nibbling on, Mikaela left for a bit to call and talk to her dad, as she had left pretty suddenly.
Sam used this time to speak to Bumblebee in relative private, not minding that Ratchet was a few feet away, working on whatever was on the work bench on the other side of the room.
"Can I ask you about yesterday, Bee?"
Bumblebee perks up from where he was setting out more of Sam's things. On the floor, far from Sam's reach, but he was trying to find boxes that weren't clothes and textbooks, so that he could have other things to occupy his time with. Pulling box after box out of his subspace, while Sam watched in wonder, still unable to believe that this wasn't straight magic.
Bumblebee chirps, blinking over at him.
"Why did you tell the Autobots about me moving?" In all the excitement yesterday, he had forgotten.
Bumblebee's face contorts a bit in confusion, tilting his head. He moves across the room, going down on one knee to look at him curiously. He makes a chirping noise.
"When Wheelie was hiding behind me. You told them I was about to move. Wheelie was right there, he heard you." Sam shifts so he's sitting with one leg tucked under him. "I get that he's an Autobot, or would have been, but why did you do that?"
Bumblebee's big blue eyes flicker, confused. Ratchet, who is always listening - not that Sam minds all that much - turns to look at him.
"You heard... that?" Bumblebee's radio pieces together, his blue eyes widening.
Sam nods. "Yeah, why did you do that?"
Bumblebee and Ratchet both share a look, communicating silently between them, before the yellow bot leans back into Sam, looking at him intensely. After a few moments of them staring at each other, Bumblebee deflates, letting out a low whistle in disappointment.
"What?" Sam asks, tilting his head a bit. He gingerly leans onto his wounded shoulder, feeling a slight burn and throb even through the pain killers Ratchet gave him.
"I used internal communication," Bumblebee's radio plays. "I didn't speak out loud. Wheelie didn't hear me."
Sam bulks, surprised. "Really? But then why did I hear that?"
As soon as he asked that question, he knew the answer. "The Allspark," the three of them say in unison.
"But it's not working now?" Ratchet asks, rubbing at his chin, staring at Sam, contemplatively. Sam and Bumblebee both stare at each other for a solid thirty seconds, before Bumblebee looks back over at the medic and shakes his head. "Has there been any other instance in which you could hear something but the bot wasn't speaking?"
Sam shrugs. "I don't think - wait." A thought occurred to him. "Well, I think there was a time, when I first got here. I heard Bumblebee and Optimus talking, and Optimus hadn't been in the room. Oh! It was when we learned I lost my memory, I think."
Ratchet's brow quirks a bit. "And you said nothing?"
Sam flushes a bit, sending him a playful scowl. "I didn't recognize voices at the time."
Ratchet tisks, but doesn't refute it. "Let me know as soon as it happens again, okay?"
Sam nods. "Okay."
"As soon as what happens again?" Optimus asks, quietly stalking into the room in low thumps with each step. Bumblebee clicks and beeps at him. Optimus seems surprised, glancing over at Sam. "You can hear our internal comms?"
Sam shrugs. "I don't know. I guess Bumblebee just tried it and it didn't work. But I'm supposed to let Ratchet know if I hear it again, so let's hope I'll be able to tell the difference. I only brought it up because I thought that it was weird that he would tell everyone that I was about to run from Wheelie. Well, now I know why he did it - or didn't do it, I guess. But it sounded just like speaking so I couldn't tell the difference." A moment of thoughtful consideration, then, "Well, maybe I'll pay closer attention in the future and might be able to notice something different."
Optimus rumbles in agreement, eyes spiraling from large to small to large again, in thought. "Let me know if there is anything I can do to assist you, Sam."
Not sure how he would do that, Sam just laughs, giving the Autobot leader a thumbs up. "Yes, sir."
The corners of Optimus's lips quirk up when suddenly he freezes, bringing a hand up to his... um, spike on the side of his head. "Optimus Prime." A pause, then something noticably shifts in him. His expression softens. "Hello Maggie."
Bumblebee lets out a low hum, sadness and a brush of familiarity washes over Sam's skin while Ratchet's expression remains unreadable. Sam, though, is intrigued. Maggie! This was the girl that Optimus was talking about. Someone he was found of that died within the next ten years. Someone he felt responsible for losing.
Optimus's gentle expression stiffens. "Pardon? Our deep space satellites?"
Bumblebee moves to his feet while Ratchet frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, both turning to give Optimus their full attention. Sam sits up a little bit, feeling Bumblebee's EM field fray a bit in worry.
Optimus's eyes flicker back and forth, unseeing, as he either considers what she told him, or is listening as she tells him more information. Sam watches as Optimus's face grows more and more severe, but he can't feel anything in his field. He must be keeping it under control as to not influence Sam in any way. That almost makes the teen more worried.
"I understand, Maggie. Thank you for the report. We will finish up here and try to head back to Diego Garcia immediately. I'll send some forces ahead of time, just to be safe. Await further instruction. Prime, out."
His eyes focus in on the room again, as he looks from person to person. Sam, Bumblebee, then settling on Ratchet.
"What's wrong?" The Chief Medical Officer asks, his own severe look deepening in concern.
"Our deep space satellites have picked up a massive anomaly entering into this solar system. A ship from deep space and it's heading right for Earth."