Chapter 16: chapter 16: Rolling out
Just outside the border of Mission city , tension was high as Optimus Prime it loomed over agent Simmons with his optics narrowed at the agent's expression. Simmons who was usually cocky and self-assured, now looked totally terrified , but there was something else, below the fear in this case, which Optimus noticed, it was almost as if Simmons had expected them.
In the back of the broken suv ,Sam With calm confidence, slid out of his handcuffs with ease and leaned over to unlock Mikaela's quickly. Turning back to Optimus, Sam nodded his thanks. Optimus returned the nod, his towering presence both imposing and reassuring.
"Alfred, kill all phone signals and cameras in a one-mile radius," Sam ordered under his breath, knowing the AI in his ear would take care of it.
"Signal dampening active, Master Sam," Alfred's voice returned, silky smooth as ever.
Looking around, Sam saw the other Autobots Ratchet, Jazz, Arcee, Ironhide, Cliffjumper, and Bumblebee, all train their guns on the other SUVs, where terrified agents were pinned down, eyes wide as they gawked up at the Autobots' cannons.
With purpose, Sam walked over to one of the SUVs and helped his mom and dad out of the backseat in one swift motion. They looked around, disoriented, their eyes shifting from Sam to the enormous robots that surrounded them.
"Sam!" his mother exclaimed, worry creasing her face. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Mom. It's okay," Sam reassured them.
Their faces went from concern to shock as they stared up at the towering Autobots, looking in a mixture of fear and awe at the huge alien machines.
"Wha—what are those? they're…they're huge." his dad stuttered, stepping back.
"Don't worry," Sam said, keeping his voice on an even keel. "They're the good guys. They won't hurt us; they are here to protect us."
After a few moments of Sam's reassurance, his parents began to relax, though their eyes still darted nervously between the Autobots. Sam himself, though, had a more serious task at hand. He walked back over to Simmons, still staring at Optimus Prime with an expression that wavered back and forth between awe and horror.
Optimus's voice boomed, addressed to Simmons, " Agent Simmons you look frightened. But… not surprised to see us. why is that ?"
Simmons swallowed, his face pale. "Look… there are… S7 protocols, okay? I'm… I'm not authorized to talk to you. Except… to say… I-I can't talk to you," he stuttered.
Optimus' optics narrowed. "Get out of the car, Agent Simmons."
Simmons stuttered, "Me? You want me to…?" His voice trailed off as he turned back to Optimus, who did not flinch.
"Now," Optimus commanded, his voice brooking no opposition.
"All right, all right," Simmons grumbled, struggling as he climbed out of the shredded remains of the SUV. "Look, I'm getting out. You see? Very… nifty, no need to resort to any violence."
Sam watched Simmons got out the car and then reached inside Simmons's coat pocket and pulled out his phone. He held it up and tossed it to Optimus. "The answers are probably in there.".
"Hey give that back!" exclaimed Simmons.
Sam and Optimus ignored Simmons plea as Optimus caught Simmons phone effortlessly and scanned the device quickly, his optics flashing as he processed the data.
Finished processing the data on the phone , Optimus turned around, his face a mixture of shock and determination, to his Autobots. "I know where the AllSpark is located."
The other Autobots gasped, each one reacting to the news in a mix of astonishment and resolve. Ratchet's optics brightened, Jazz clenched his metal fists, and Ironhide's cannons revved in anticipation.
Simmons furrowed his brow. "AllSpark? What are you talking about?"
Optimus' voice was firm. "The AllSpark. The cube your people have been hiding, is the key to the survival of our planet, Cybertron.".
Just then, Alfred's voice crackled in Sam's ear. "Five unidentified vehicles are approaching your location, Master Sam."
Sam tensed. "Optimus, we've got company incoming!"
No sooner had they done this than three missiles arced toward them from the incoming vehicles. Bumblebee reacted in an instant, diving to shield Sam's parents, scooping them up and moving them to safety. Optimus, quick as ever, scooped up Sam, Mikaela, and even Simmons, setting them behind cover as he bellowed "Decepticons! Take cover!"
The five Decepticons arrived with a screech of metal as they transformed from speeding vehicle to towering robot form the moment they touched ground. All were sharp and angular in design, each radiating an aura of malevolence.
Barricade, a black police car with jagged, clawed hands and menacing red optics. Swindle: a tan Humvee, thickly armored with massive fists and a hunched stance. Crankcase, a dark SUV with razor-sharp claws and spines along his back. Dreadbot, a rusty cargo van with a scarred face and a hulking, brutish build and finally Dropkick, a dark blue helicopter his body sleek and armed with rotor blades that he wielded like swords.
Optimus's voice boomed out across the battlefield. "Autobots, attack !"
He lunged forward to meet Barricade, each punch and clash of metal resounding like thunder. Barricade struck with his sharp claws, but Optimus parried, landing a powerful blow that sent the Decepticon stumbling back. With a calculated move, Optimus hurled Barricade to the ground, crushing him beneath his mighty fists. Barricade's optics flickered, and with one final punch, Optimus silenced him.
Jazz dueled with Swindle, ducking under the Decepticon's slow swings with agile footwork. The Decepticon movked jazz by saying "What are you gonna do, little Autobot?
With a quick retort Jazz smiled and said " well imma be Dancing while kick your ass asshole."
Swindle snarled in fury as Jazz ducked under his blows, before finally landing a perfect, potent kick that dented Swindle's chest. Jazz then flipped behind him, grabbed his head, and twisted, ending the Decepticon with a decisive snap.
Cliffjumper clashed with Crankcase, who snarled and slashed at him with bladed claws. Cliffjumper countered with a barrage from his blaster that forced Crankcase to stumble backward. With a yell, Cliffjumper plunged forward, tackling Crankcase to the ground and finishing him with a blast to the head.
Ironhide took on Dreadbot, and their battle was brutal and relentless. Dreadbot charged forward in a wild-swinging frenzy, but Ironhide countered with raw power. His heavy blows slammed into the chest of the Decepticon, echoing through the battlefield. Lifting Dreadbot with one final heave, Ironhide slammed him to the ground and ended it all with a powerful cannon blast.
Sideswipe went head to head with Dropkick, who was swinging his rotor blades like deadly swords. Sideswipe was nimble, dodging and parrying with fluid precision. He sidestepped one of the slashes Dropkick made and countered with a sledgehammer punch to the chest. Finally, Sideswipe dodged under Dropkick's attack, sprang upward, and sliced through him with his own blade.
As the smoke cleared, Simmons, who had taken cover with Sam and Mikaela, stared in disbelief at the battlefield. Bodies of fallen agents were strewn about; some hadn't made it to cover in time.
Sam's face set and he rounded on Simmons. "Those are Decepticons Optimus mentioned . They're the ones after AllSpark .So if you want our planet to survive, you're going to have to trust the Autobots.".
Simmons swallowed hard at the sight of what the Decepticons had done and gave a tight nod.
Optimus walked up to Simmons, his voice even. "We have to get to the location of the AllSpark."
Simmons, still shaken, glanced back at the Autobots who had saved his remaining agents. He nodded, relenting. "All right… I'll trust you… for now." Just then, Bumblebee rolled up in his Camaro form, Sam's parents quickly jumping out, still dazed. Sam put a reassuring hand on his dad's shoulder. "I'll tell you everything later. But right now, we have to get out of here."
Optimus looked down at Simmons, his voice respectful. "I am sorry about the agents you lost."
Simmons sighed, glancing around at the battlefield. "It's all right. Let's just… let's get back to base.
Optimus turned to his team. "Autobots, roll out!"
In a whirlwind of shifting steel, the Autobots changed back into their vehicle modes, ready to roll out. Sam, Mikaela and Simmons leapt into Optimus as the other Autobots let agents into their vehicle forms that couldn't fit into the only remaining SUV.
As Optimus Prime rolled along the dark highway, the silence inside his cab was almost heavy. Sam, sitting beside Mikaela and with Agent Simmons next to him, leaned forward, his attention focused on Optimus's voice as it came through the speakers.
Optimus broke the silence. "Agent Simmons, I believe you know of a being you refer to as NB1 preserved in ice for decades now. That being is no ordinary entity. He is Megatron, leader of the Decepticons."
Simmons raised an eyebrow, feigning confidence as he crossed his arms. "Oh, that guy? He's been on ice for decades. He's not going anywhere."
Sam gave Simmons a serious look. "Just because he's in ice doesn't mean he's harmless, Simmons. You don't understand the threat he poses."
Simmons chuckled dismissively. "Kid, trust me. NB1or Megatron, whatever you call him is not waking up. That containment in ice nb1 is in has been foolproof for years."
Optimus's voice took on a deeper, more ominous tone. "Agent Simmons, you would do well to heed Sam's warning. Megatron may be incapacitated, but if the Decepticons obtain the his location and the AllSpark, they'll have the means to revive him. His ambition is boundless. If freed, he would turn this planet into a battlefield."
Simmons paused, looking more contemplative. "Fine, but let's say Megatron does wake up. What exactly would he do with this... AllSpark? What's so critical about it?"
Optimus continued. "The AllSpark holds the power to create cybertronian life . With it, Megatron could raise an endless army, turning Earth into his own war ground. Our goal is simple: to protect the AllSpark and return it to Cybertron to restore our dying world."
Simmons stared ahead, considering the Autobots' intentions. His usual cockiness softened, a rare moment of contemplation crossing his face.
Meanwhile, Sam was busy with Alfred. He whispered into his earpiece, "Alfred, send drones to clean up the battle site. Have the repair drones cover up any damages."
Alfred's calm voice responded in his ear. "Understood, Master Sam. It is nighttime, and the battle location was away from major structures, so there's minimal chance of civilians witnessing anything. The cleanup drones are on their way."
"Thanks, Alfred," Sam replied. "Also, make sure the bodies of the destroyed Decepticons are brought to the underground lab. I want them ready for analysis."
Alfred confirmed. "Consider it done, sir. The Nano Mark 1 suit is also prepped and ready on standby should you require it."
Sam nodded, his mind already planning the next steps. The technology left behind by the Decepticons could provide valuable insights and give him an edge he was willing to keep secret from everyone except for Alfred.
As they continued their journey, Optimus led the convoy, with the Autobots following close behind. The silence grew contemplative. Simmons, staring out the window at the passing lights, glanced forward as if trying to grasp the full scale of what Optimus had explained.
In the distance, the hover dam began to appear. With each mile closer, the Autobots grew more alert, their resolve unwavering. But unknown to them, one small Decepticon tracker clung under the remaing suv , feeding every movement back to an unseen enemy.
The stakes had just risen higher.
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