A/N
I don't really have anything to say in this note, so just enjoy :)
Five
After a while (and a random stop in a grass field to see something come crashing down) the Camaro drove into a dark alley between some buildings. The sun had long since set, leaving the alley even more spooky than it had been. Fog hung low over the ground, practically telling of a coming storm.
Headlights broke through the thick smog, lighting up the area as if it wasn't even night. The lights belong to a blue-bodied 1994 Peterbilt semi truck cab, red flames licking up the hood and parts of the doors of the cab. Following closely behind it is a black GMC Topkick, a white and orange Hummer H2 with a heart beat going across its flanks, and a flashy silver Pontiac Solstice with blue trimming by its windows, wheels, and doors.
Each vehicle had the same insignia that was imprinted onto Yellow's steering wheel somewhere on their frame. The trio stepped out, Karma at the front. Peterbilt rolled to a stop just before the humans, its grill practically touching Karma's sternum. The engine of the truck hissed, steam coming out from the cab's smoke stacks.
Suddenly, the semi started clicking, its parts shifting much like Yellow's did when he was transforming. Armor plates shifted and rippled as they settled somewhere else, making the body of a large robot. It took the semi a good couple of minutes before it finished its transformation, towering above Yellow. Following after the much bigger robot, the others transformed as well, coming to stop at various heights, the Pontiac being the shortest of the five.
Peterbilt knelt down in front of the three humans, his face getting close to Sam's.
"Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendant of Archibald Witwicky?" The robot questioned, his baritone sending a shiver across Karma's spine.
Sam nods slowly, astonishment lacing his face.
"Close your mouth, you look like a damned fish." Karma whispered, leaning closer to her cousin. She didn't really have room to talk, she was just as awestruck at the sight of the somehow regal-looking robot.
"My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms, from the planet Cybertron." Optimus explains. Finally, a name.
"You may call us Autobots for short." Hummer contributes, his voice gruff and slightly higher in pitch than Optimus Prime's.
Karma hummed. Not too bad of a name, if she did say so herself. The Prime turned to the rest of his little group, motioning his hand towards the Pontiac-turned robot.
"This is my Lieutenant; designation: Jazz."
The flashy robot, Jazz, did a flip, turning it into a back layout before landing and jumping onto an abandoned car. "What's crackin' bitches? This looks like a cool place ta kick it."
Once again, Sam's jaw drops but this time, Karma closes it for him, his teeth clicking together from the unnecessary force she puts into it.
"H-how'd he learn to talk like that?" The male asks, dumbfounded.
Karma scoffs. "Sam, think. They're highly intelligent aliens who look suspiciously like robots with unlimited access to the internet. He probably picked up the accent and vocabulary via the web." Karma stated, smacking Sam upside the head. The male groaned slightly, rubbing at the back of his head.
Some of the Autobots laughed, mainly Jazz and the Topkick. Optimus couldn't help the small smile that came over his faceplates.
"Indeed. We learned Earth's languages through the use of the world wide web."
"What's with the alliteration?" Karma whispered, leaning close to Michaela so the other girl could hear her. The other teen let out a startled laugh, confusing the rest of the Autobots.
"My Weapon's Specialist, Ironhide." Prime stated, getting everyone back on track with what had been happening.
A whirring was heard behind the humans, giant cannons being formed from Ironhide's arms. "Feelin' lucky, Punk?" He asked, his voice deep with an oddly British accent.
Karma could feel the heat radiating from the cannons, purple-blue light shining on their faces. Her blue eyes widened, a dangerous gleam making them seem almost silver. She couldn't help shaking Sam in her excitement.
"Sam," Karma whisper-yelled, "Sam, he's got cannons. How cool is that!" The teen so wanted to go up to the weapons specialist and look at the cannons, but she had a feeling that wouldn't be the smartest idea.
Ironhide couldn't help the smug grin that overcame his faceplates.
"Great, we've got two of them." The white and orange Hummer grumbled.
Optimus shook his head, gesturing to the other bot. "My Chief Medical Officer, Ratchet." The bot stepped forward, seeming to be smelling the air.
"It would seem the boy's pheromone levels suggest he wants to mate with one of the females."
Karma couldn't help the loud cackle that left her at the statement, bending over at the waist. Her hands came up to rest on her knees while she died of laughter. An awkward silence followed. Karma tries to look at the other teens, both of which have a light blush, but she breaks down laughing again, falling to the ground in a slump.
"Oh my Gods', I can't breathe. That was too fucking funny."
"Why're ya laughin', younglin'?'' Jazz asks, looking between the human and the medic.
Karma takes a minute to gather herself, still giggling slightly. "You can't just go about saying shit like that. Humans aren't exactly known to be able to communicate their emotions well, especially not teenagers who've never had a relationship, like Dumbass over there. It's kinda seen as taboo here." She explained, holding onto her side.
Ratchet made a 'harumph' noise, crossing his arms over his chest. Again, Optimus stepped forward, this time introducing Yellow.
"This is my scout, Bumblebee, your guardian." The red and blue titan stated, the yellow robot putting his fists up in a boxing-like manner.
Karma looked up at Bumblebee, a small laugh bubbling up from her throat at the adorable antics. How a giant robot could look adorable was something Karma didn't think she'd ever understand.
"You're our guardian then, yeah?" Sam asked, glancing at the playful scout.
In response, the scout let out a warble of radio static before replaying a clip from an old rap song. "Check on the rep, yep, second to none."
Suddenly, a red flash of light brushes over the scout's throat, making him 'choke' slightly. The Autobot grasps at his throat, sending a light glare to the medic who had done the scan in the first place.
"Bumblebee's vocal processors were damaged in battle. I am still working on them." The medic states a strange tone inflicting his voice.
Karma knew that tone all too well. The inability to help someone who you're so desperate to save, but you end up being slightly too late. The disappointment in yourself when you realize you may never have been able to help them in the first place. The teen looks up at Ratchet, a small smile on her face. The medic must've felt her stare because he looks down at her, his optics a slightly darker blue than the others.
"So, why're y'all here?" Karma asks, looking back towards the Autobot leader.
The Prime turns grim at her question, but proceeds to answer anyway. "We are here looking for the Allspark. We must have it before it falls into Megatron's clutches."
"Mega-what?" Sam asks.
Karma sighs, shaking her head in slight disappointment. "Megatron, Sam. Keep up. I take it they don't have long before something bad happens." It's like talking to a child, honestly.
After a quick explanation as to who Megatron is, Prime goes into a short rant, detailing the past of Cybertron, the Autobot, the Decepticons, and the Prime and Megatron. Prime tells about Megatron's wish to change the way Cybertron was ruled, about how the Decepticon warlord was once just like Optimus, but power corrupted him.
Their planet fell with the loss of the Cube or the Allspark, Optimus having sent it out into the far reaches of space in hopes that the warlord would never be able to find it. Until he crash landed onto Earth and in turn was found by Captain Archibald Witwicky. The sea Captain had accidentally managed to turn on Megatron's navigation systems and the coordinates to the Allspark were imprinted on the man's glasses.
"Okay, so we need to get the glasses to get to the Allspark before Tin Can does and then we somehow need to figure out how to save the world." Karma recaps. "Sounds easy enough." She said sarcastically.
A chuckle follows her 'explanation', Jazz muttering about calling Megs Tin Can from now on. Sam rolls his hazel eyes before catching the Prime's attention once more.
"H-how'd you know about his glasses?"
"EBay." The Prime rumbles.
Karma facepalms hard enough for the other Autobots to glance her way. "I told you not to put your grandpa's stuff up for sale. Maybe next time you'll listen to me." She rants, smacking Sam upside the head.
"If the Decepticon's find the Allspark before we do, they will use it to transform Earth machines into a new army." Ratchet states, his voice solemn.
"And the human race will be forever extinguished. Samuel Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth's future and survival." Optimus says, kneeling once more in front of the humans.
"Sam," The boy looks at her, Michaela grasping his hand, "You'd better pray to the Gods' that you have those damned glasses." Karma grounds out, clapping her hands harshly onto the teen's shoulders.