"A few ground rules for residency in our spacecraft. Firstly, and most importantly, don't mess with the radio. Secondly, keep away from the controls. You wouldn't want to send everybody into a space jumping frenzy until our insides boil. Thirdly, don't stare at my brother. Forth, don't piss of Captain Rocket. We need the money from this job and we can't afford the person we're meant to rescue get ejected into cold dark space by the Captain again. The fifth and final rule, is that if you have any questions at any time, you come to me."
Winter had her hands on her hips as she gave a confused Charlie Watson the rundown of life on the Benatar. The silver-hair girl blinked.
"Not that I'm trying to be strict. I sounded a little strict, I apologize."
"No!" Charlie shook her head rapidly, "No it's okay no problem at all."
Winter let out a little sigh of relief.
"Okay, good, I've been practicing that. I wanna make the cargo- er, the people we rescue feel welcome here." Winter gave a forced smile.
Charlie gave a thin-lipped smile.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think the people we've rescued were more scared of us than Kermit." Winter laughed dryly.
"Ah, wow…" Charlie gave a forced laugh in return.
"HEY!" Rocket yelled, making the young mechanic flinch. "I've got 'im!"
"Who?" Winter approached the pilot's seat where the raccoon sat.
"The Riddler- Nah, who do you think? The jackass that's been on our tail for the last seventeen jumps! That's who!!!" Rocket brought up a holographic screen. "He's in a spacecraft from Cybertron. Whatever that is."
Charlie perked up. That name was familiar. Bee had managed to piece together some radio clips to tell her the name of his home planet. They'd met up more than a few times ever since the day they'd thought they said their goodbyes, but why was he following her now, and where did he get a spacecraft?
"D-Do you know who's in it? The ship?" Charlie asked, her voice barely above a mumble.
"Nah whoever it is, they don't want us to know." Rocket shrugged. "Can't be good news, but don't worry, I gotta surprise for them if they get too close." The raccoon smirked, making Charlie gulp for the thirty-eighth time today.
"No, that-that might be a friend of mine. Bumblebee."
"He's the one you made contact with." Ben entered to room.
Charlie nodded in response.
"If that's him," she continued, "he won't hurt you. We just have to explain what's going on."
"And if it's not him?" Winter raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know who else it would b-" Charlie paused, "wait a second…"
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Former Decepticon Blitzwing, who had been rebuilt with a reformatted body, sped through empty space in a Cybertronian pod, pursuing the Benatar. Unlike his days as a Con, Blitzwing's desire was to be a defender to humanity, as they were the ones who had been experimental enough to bring his decapitated head back online. He was forever grateful (although he may or may not have malfunctioned at first and wasted the fourteen people who had resurrected him) and he would make sure that he did everything in his power to protect humans, especially his friend-
"THE HUMAN CHARLIE! ABOARD THIS SHIP INDEED! I AM COMING TO RESCUE YOU FROM THE MULTIVERSAL INTRUDERS AND THEIR PET VERMIN!"