Bab 14: chapter 14: The Autobots
The dust settled on the empty lot as seven imposing figures stood before Sam and Mikaela. Optimus Prime, towering above them all, looked down at Sam with an air of authority yet kindness in his eyes. His voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence.
"Are you Sam Witwicky?" Optimus asked, his optics glowing in the dim light.
Sam met Optimus Prime's glowing blue optics, his expression calm, but inside, a storm brewed. He was looking at the real life Optimus prime a true, kind generous and one of the greatest hero and leader across all fiction . He knew this moment would come, but experiencing it firsthand was different from the memories of the films. Taking a deep breath, he nodded. "Yes, I am."
Optimus Prime gave a solemn nod before introducing himself. "I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, and we've come to Earth seeking the AllSpark, the key to our planets future and survival."
Sam remained calm, his prior knowledge helping him navigate the situation with ease. He noticed how Mikaela tensed up slightly, so he gave her a reassuring look. "It's okay," he whispered to her. "They're the good guys." Mikaela relaxed just a bit, although her eyes still darted around at the robots standing before them.
Optimus, sensing the tension, continued, trying to make introductions smoother. "This is my first lieutenant, designation Jazz," Optimus said, gesturing to the silver Pontiac Solstice that had transformed into a sleek, humanoid robot. Jazz stood casually, with a laid-back grin plastered on his face.
Jazz smirked as he looked down at the humans, his voice carrying an upbeat tone. "What's crackin', little bitches?"
Sam burst into laughter. It was exactly what he had expected from Jazz. Mikaela, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, unsure of how to respond to the unusual greeting. Still, she seemed to relax a little, comforted by Sam's laughter. Jazz, as if knowing how bizarre the moment was for her, gave a playful shrug, clearly enjoying himself.
Optimus then moved on, introducing the next Autobot. "This is our weapons specialist, Ironhide."
Ironhide was a black GMC Topkick pickup truck, but now, standing before them, he was an imposing figure, all brute strength and towering over Jazz by a fair margin. His deep voice rumbled as he regarded Sam. "You feelin' lucky, punk?" He raised one of his massive cannons, pointing it directly at Sam.
Sam didn't flinch, a smirk forming on his face. "Not really, but thanks for asking."
"Easy ,Ironhide" said Optimus.
Ironhide lowered his cannon with a grunt. "I was just showin' the human my weapon, Prime. But it seems the kid's got some grit."
"Maybe just abit." said Sam with a cheeky smile .
Ironhide grumbled but stepped back, though his optics never left Sam, a hint of respect in his gaze.
Next came Ratchet, the Autobot medic. Optimus gestured towards the yellow Hummer H2. "This is Ratchet, our medical officer."
Ratchet scanned Sam up and down with a quick glance, his voice clinical. "Hmm, relatively healthy specimen."
He then shifted his attention to Mikaela. "The female's pheromone levels suggest she wants to mate with the male."
Mikaela's face turned bright red. "W-what?! It's not like that!" She stammered, waving her hands defensively. Sam quickly laughed the comment off, trying not to make the situation any more awkward.
"Thanks for the analysis and its nice to meet you Ratchet," Sam said with a grin, hoping to defuse Mikeala's flustered reaction.
Optimus continued, gesturing towards a sleek Corvette Stingray, now standing as a formidable, combat-ready warrior. "This is Sideswipe, a warrior and a combat instructor."
Sideswipe gave a simple nod and wave. "Hey there," he said in a low, almost nonchalant tone, his red optics focused on Sam and Mikayla briefly before scanning their surroundings. He was clearly more reserved than Jazz or Ironhide but seemed competent and cool under pressure.
Then came the purple Honda CBR 600. Optimus introduced her as Arcee, the Autobots' spy and field commander ,She transformed with agility and grace and her slender frame and sharp optics gave her an air of elegance. "Arcee, at your service," she greeted, her voice cheerful as she bowed slightly to the humans.
Finally, Optimus introduced the last of the group: "This is Cliffjumper, one of our best warriors."
The red Porsche 911 transformed into a sturdy, battle-hardened bot. Cliffjumper wasn't one for excessive pleasantries; he simply gave them both a firm nod.
Optimus Prime then turned to Bumblebee, who had remained silent but ever watchful. "And of course, you already know Bumblebee, Sam. He is our scout and your protector."
Bumblebee, instead of speaking through his usual radio snippets, surprised everyone with an actual voice. "You got that right," he said with a grin.
The Autobots turned to Bumblebee, their shock apparent. Ratchet was the first to speak up. "Bumblebee, how did your voice box get repaired?"
Bumblebee pointed at Sam. "It was him. Sam fixed it for me."
Ratchet gave Sam a curious look, clearly impressed. "This human is... intriguing."
Optimus Prime seemed to recover quickly from the surprise. "Thank you, Sam I haven't heard bumble bee's voice in such a long time ," he said, gratitude in his tone.
Sam, trying to downplay it, shrugged. "It was no big deal."
Mikaela, who had relaxed considerably now, looked up at Optimus Prime and asked, "Why are you all here? "
"We are here looking for the AllSpark. And we must find it before decepticons and Megatron ."said Optimus.
" Allspark and Megawhat?" said mikeala with a confused face.
Optimus's expression grew more serious as he projected a hologram, a massive image of Cybertron in its prime. "The AllSpark is the key to our planet's survival. Our planet was once a powerful empire, peaceful and just. Until we were betrayed by Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. All who defied him were destroyed. Our war finally consumed the planet, and the AllSpark was lost to the stars."
The hologram shifted to show the image of a frozen Megatron. "Megatron followed it to Earth, where he crash-landed and was found by a human explorer your grandfather, Captain Witwicky."
Mikeala, now visibly more confident, asked the next logical question. "But what does that have to do with Sam?"
Optimus looked at Sam, and Sam, in turn, remained silent, already knowing the answer but letting the scene play out. "We believe that when your grandfather interacted with Megatron, he unwittingly imprinted the location of the AllSpark onto something your grandfather had ."
Sam's mind raced. In the original timeline, this would have been the moment when he realized why the glasses were so important. But this time, things were different he had never posted the glasses online. "How did you find me?" Sam asked, more out of curiosity than anything.
Optimus responded, "A signal was intercepted from Megatron to his decepticons . It said, 'Find Witwicky. He holds the key to the AllSpark.' That is how we knew how to find you."
Sam nodded, the pieces falling into place.
Optimus then turned back to Sam with a hopeful look. "Do you have any information that might help us find the AllSpark?"
Sam thought for a moment before answering. "My grandfather left me a few of his belongings. They might have something."
Optimus's optics brightened slightly. "If you could lead us to those belongings, it could be the key to saving both our worlds."
Sam nodded again. "Sure, I can take you there. But we need to head to my house."
Optimus looked back at the other Autobots. "Autobots, roll out!"
With that, the Autobots began to transform back into their vehicle forms. Bumblebee opened his door for Sam and Mikeala as they climbed in, and soon, they were on their way to Sam's house, with the entire Autobot team following closely behind.
As Bumblebee pulled up outside Sam's house, the Camaro's doors opened, and both Sam and Mikaela stepped out. Sam looked over at the Autobots in their vehicle forms and gestured for them to remain where they were.
"Alright, guys," Sam said, addressing the autobots . "Stay here. I'll be right back. Just… try to stay hidden ."
Optimus Prime's deep, commanding voice filled the air. "We shall remain here, and wait for your return Sam."
Bumblebee revved his engine in response, a playful acknowledgment that made Mikaela chuckle. Sam gave one last glance at the lineup of alien vehicles parked along the curb before he and Mikaela walked toward the house.
As they approached the front door, Sam could hear the familiar murmur of the television and the sound of his parents chatting in the living room. Without stepping inside just yet, he called out, "Mom! Dad! I'm home!"
Both voices responded almost in unison, a habitual routine they'd perfected over years of Sam's comings and goings.
"Hi, honey!" his mom, Judy Witwicky, called from the living room. "Did you have fun?"
Ron Witwicky added, "Your mom's making pot roast tonight!"
Sam cringed internally at how perfectly mundane this situation was, considering there were alien robots waiting outside. He shot Mikaela a quick glance, and she raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smirk.
"Uh, yeah! Great time!" Sam called back, not wanting to linger at the door for too long. "I'll be upstairs for a bit."
Before his parents could respond, Sam quickly led Mikaela up the staircase to his room, the sounds of his parents' conversation fading as they climbed. Once inside, Sam shut the door behind them and breathed out a sigh of relief. Mikaela, meanwhile, glanced around the room with mild curiosity.
"I've gotta say, Sam," Mikaela said, her eyes scanning the room. "Your room is way cleaner than I expected."
Sam raised an eyebrow, pausing while pulling out a box from a biometric safe under his bed . "Not what you expected? What, you think I live in a mess or something?"
Mikeala laughed softly. "No, it's not that. It's just… you've got some high-tech stuff here." She walked over to his desk, looking at the monitors and gadgets sprawled around. "It's like something out of a sci-fi movie."
Sam gave her a sheepish grin. "Yeah, well, it helps when you have a little extra help."
Just then, the calm, synthesized voice of Alfred, spoke up. "Sam, the analysis on Frenzy's body has been completed. However, there is still much to be discovered in its internal systems."
Sam nodded at the ceiling as if Alfred were standing in the room. "Thanks, Alfred. I'll check it out once we're done helping the Autobots."
Mikeala looked at Sam, her curiosity piqued. "How did you build that ? your Ai I mean, an AI like this is way beyond anything I have seen."
Sam set the box on his bed, thinking for a moment. "Well, it wasn't easy. Took a lot of trial and error studying programming, coding, and some pretty deep research. But, yeah, eventually I managed to make Alfred."
Mikaela stared at him in amazement, then narrowed her eyes slightly. "So, why haven't you shown Alfred to the world? I mean, something like this could revolutionize technology."
Sam paused for a moment, contemplating his response. "Because people aren't ready for it. At the end of the day, a lot of people would try to use it for the wrong reasons. I don't trust them. Technology like this… it can do amazing things, but in the wrong hands, it could destroy a lot more."
Mikaela tilted her head, considering his words. "But not everyone is bad, Sam. You could really help the world, you know. I mean, imagine what someone like you could accomplish if you decided to really make a difference."
Her words struck Sam harder than he expected. He has thought about how his creations could potentially change the world. Up until now, he'd been more focused on keeping things under wraps, avoiding attention, and staying in his own lane yes he has helped alot of people in the shadows whether it be building hospitals,school,donating to charity as well as helping the poor but his never used any of his tech to do those things only money . But now thinking about what mikeala has said … maybe Mikaela had a point. Maybe after dealing with megatron and the decepticons he would do more to change the world for the better with his tech.
Sam smiled at her, genuinely grateful. "Thanks for that, Mikaela. I'll think about it."
She smiled back, pleased to have nudged his perspective. Before the moment could linger too long, they were both startled by a loud, frantic barking coming from outside.
Sam hurried over to the window and peered out, only to find Mojo, their small dog, yapping away like his life depended on it. And the reason why was very clear Optimus and the other Autobots were standing in his mother's massive garden.
Sam groaned audibly. "Oh, come on, guys. Really? The garden?"
Mikaela stifled a laugh, leaning over to look out the window. The sight of giant alien robots attempting to blend in with flower beds and lawn ornaments was absurd, and she couldn't help but chuckle. "They're not exactly subtle, huh?"
"Bumblebee," Sam muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples. He opened the window and called out, "I told you to hide, not stand in the middle of my mothers garden!"
Optimus, towering over the house, gave Sam a sheepish look but didn't move. Sam sighed in exasperation, but before he could say anything else, a knock sounded at his bedroom door, followed by the voice of his mother.
Sam's eyes widened, and he turned to the autobots and mikeala in a panic. "Hide!" he whispered urgently, not knowing how he was going to explain this.
Mikaela gave him a confused look but didn't have time to argue as Sam darted toward the door, blocking it just before his mother could enter.
"Sam? Who are you talking to up there?"
"Uh, no one! Just, uh, talking to Alfred!"
"Alfred?" Judy asked, but Judy wasn't convinced. She shoved the door open, managing to slip past Sam and into his room. "What are you—" Her words froze in her throat when she spotted Mikaela standing awkwardly near the window.
"Oh," his mom said, her voice loud and filled with surprise. "Oh my gosh, Sam! Is that a pretty girl in your room?!"
Sam's face flushed with embarrassment as he moved to block his mom from coming in any further. "Mom! Yes, this is Mikeala. She's just a friend."
Sam's mom eyes lite up and exclaimed . "Oh my gosh! Ron! Get up here!"
Sam's dad appeared a moment later, looking a little confused. "What is it, honey?" His eyes landed on Mikaela, and then back to Sam. A slow, amused grin spread across his face. "Well, would you look at that."
"Dad," Sam groaned, rubbing his forehead. "This is Mikaela. She's… a friend."
Ron gave Sam a knowing look. "A friend, huh?"
Mikaela smiled and waved, trying to ease the awkwardness. "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Witwicky. It's nice to meet you."
Judy, ever the excitable one, practically beamed. "Oh, it's so nice to meet you too, dear! Sam never brings anyone home! Especially someone as pretty as you."
"Mom…" Sam sighed, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
Ron, trying to rein in his wife's enthusiasm, gently took her by the arm. "Alright, honey, let's leave the kids alone. I'm sure Sam doesn't need us hovering."
Judy reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled toward the door, but not before shooting Sam one last grin. "You two have fun! Don't do anything we wouldn't do!"
Sam rubbed his temples as the not-so-quiet whispers carried through the house, and Mikeala was full-on laughing now. "Your parents are hilarious."
"Yeah," Sam groaned, though he couldn't help but laugh a little himself. "They're something, alright."
Mikaela chuckled again as Sam grabbed his grandfather's things. "Alright," he said, turning to her. "Let's get out of here before they come back."
But just as they were about to head downstairs, a loud scream echoed from below—Judy's voice, filled with panic.
Sam's heart raced. "Oh no."
Without another word, he grabbed Mikaela's hand and bolted toward the stairs, his mind racing through the possible scenarios that could have caused his mom to scream like that.
The two of them rushed down the stairs, preparing for whatever chaos awaited them.
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