Transformers 3 concept

[nightstorm]

I'll be posting in chapters, keep your eye open for updates!
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Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 1
Reunion

The parking garage of the airport was rather slow that day. Not many cars entered, and there were many empty spaces between the few that were parked.
Somewhere on the second floor of the garage, a yellow camaro with two black racing stripes revved its engine impatiently.
Today was the day Sam would return from college.
Bumblebee had been counting down the days for the past few months. Every time Ron or Judy would get in him, he would proudly announce how many more days were left through his radio. Both of them found it annoying, but Mikaela found it rather cute. In fact, she found most of the young Autobot’s quirks cute, like how he always talked through the radio and had a tendency to play Linkin Park songs to himself.
The girl stroked Bee’s dashboard comfortingly. “I’m sure they’re on their way here right now, buddy,”
“But I wanna see it now!” whined a child over the radio.
“They better be here soon,” complained a small ‘bot in the back seat. “His whining is getting on my nerves.”
Mikaela looked back at the small Decepticon-turned-Autobot and laughed. “You’d be the same way if I had been gone as long as Sam, Wheelie.”
Wheelie crossed his arms, slumping back in the seat. “Well, that’s different,”
“Shh! He’s coming!” hushed a man over the radio. Bee backed around a corner and out of sight as three people came out of the elevator.
“Oh my gosh, I can still not believe you’re actually a college graduate!” Judy clung to her son’s arm.
Sam tried to kindly remove his arm from his mother’s grip, but failed. He still wore his black, square graduation cap, the tassel hanging down to swing back and forth in front of his face.
“Why won’t you take off that stupid hat?” Ron asked, looking around for the yellow car. That’s the problem with having an Autobot for a car; sometimes, it really isn’t where you parked it.
“It’s not a stupid hat dad,” Sam said.
“It’s a stupid hat!”
“I’m wearing it ‘cuz Mikaela made me promise to keep it on until I see her.” Sam’s eyes drifted along the garage’s wall, gazing at the few cars parked there. His eyes paused on a police car. Why was a police car parked in an airport parking garage?
The yellow camaro pulled around the corner behind them, not making a single noise. He slowly crept up behind them.
Mikaela stifled a laugh from the passenger seat.
Bee flipped his radio on full blast.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” screamed a woman through the speakers.
Sam jumped three feet in the air with a small yell of surprise. Judy screamed and Ron crouched to the ground, covering his head.
Mikaela burst out laughing. Sam turned around, facing the car. “Geez, are you TRYING to kill me?”
“You are such a frickin’ GIRL!” Mikaela gasped between laughs.
“Yeah, nice to see you again too.” He shook his head with a smile.
Bumblebee rolled carefully forward, nudging Sam's legs expectantly.
“Oh, ‘Bee!” Sam placed a hand on the hood and heard the engine purr like a cat. “I missed you! I hope you haven’t blown up the house while I’ve been away,”
“Why can’t he just say ‘hi,’ or maybe just stay in his parking spot instead of nearly giving all of us a heart attack!” Ron grumbled, getting to his feet.
“But that’s not as fun!” whined a child over the radio.
“come on, ‘Bee, lets bring Mom and Dad back home and then we’ll go out and have some fun.” He looked up at Mikaela. “You in?”
She smiled. “Nah, you two need some time to catch up. Drop me off at my dad’s shop. I promised I’d help him take care of a few things.”
Sam slid into the drivers’ seat, Ron took shotgun and Mikaela and Judy moved to the back seat. Wheelie sat between the two girls, and Judy leaned away from him a tiny bit. No-one really noticed.
Bumblebee revved his engine happily, speeding out of the garage. A few seconds passed. The police car silently came to life, a stereotypical looking police officer appearing behind the wheel. It casually pulled out, leaving the garage in silence once more.



Meanwhile, at NEST HQ, the Autobot team was in the midst of a discussion. Lennox and Epps entered the base, quickly going over to join the conversation.
“So, what’s the situation?” Lennox called up to the ‘bots. Ironhide, Ratchet, Sideswipe, the Arcee sisters and Optimus Prime all gazed down at the two soldiers. Volt and the twins were somewhere else in the base.
“We’ve picked up several Cybertronian energy signals.” Ratchet told them.
“But we can’t be sure if they’re Autobot or Decepticon.” Sideswipe added.
“The ‘Cons have been quiet lately,” Epps said.
“Maybe our little guest has something to do with that,” Ironhide cast a glance to the back of the HQ, but all was quiet back there.
“Where exactly are these signals?” Lennox asked.
Optimus touched a button on his helmet, displaying a holographic map of the U.S. for all of them to see. “They are clustered around two specific areas.”
Yellow pinpricks of light appeared on the map. They formed two groups, one in central Texas, and the other…
“Hey, isn’t that where the kid and ‘Bee are?” Lennox pointed to the second, larger cluster.
“That’s what worries us,” Sideswipe said as Optimus powered down the hologram.
“We can’t be sure if they are friendly or not, and the numbers of them are concerning.” Optimus said.
“Why not send a few of you guys in, for undercover work?” Lennox suggested. “Just drive around for a bit. If they’re friendly, they’ll most likely recognize you. And if not, at least we’ll have some firepower if they act up.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Optimus nodded. “I’ll contact Bumblebee and tell him to keep his optics open.”
With that, the group dispersed, leaving Optimus to stand there alone. He looked over to the back of the large room. Two red eyes glared at him in pure hatred. Optimus would have shivered if he could. Obviously, Soundwave did not like being a prisoner.




Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 2
Discussions, Discussions…


Bumblebee, Sam and Wheelie were on the hill where Bee, Sam and Mikaela used to always go. It was the place where Bumblebee had pretended to break down and played matchmaker for the two humans. Thinking back, Sam was extremely grateful to his large yellow friend for this. Without him, he probably would have never been able to catch Mikaela’s eye. That’s why he thought this would be the perfect spot to discuss his current issue with the two ‘bots.
“I just don’t know how to start,” Sam sighed, leaning against ‘Bee’s leg. The Autobot had transformed to his robot mode, something he hadn’t been able to do in a while.
“Ooh, tell her how much you love her. Chicks dig that sort of thing.” Wheelie said.
“How do you know what chicks ‘dig?’” Sam asked skeptically.
“Talk about…. Fighting… bad…robots…together.” Bee suggested.
“Hmm… All we’ve been through together. That sounds like a good idea.” Sam thought about it.
“So,” Wheelie said impatiently. “Are you going to show us the bling or what?”
“Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” sang a woman over ‘Bees radio.
“Hold on,” Sam dug his hand into his pocket, coming back with a small black box. He flipped it open to reveal a delicate ring, a beautiful diamond set in dazzling silver.
“Ooh…Pretty!” cried a child as Bumblebee leaned in to get a better look.
Wheelie snatched the box out of Sam’s hand, tilting it back and fourth. “You call this a diamond? I’ve seen microchips finer!”
“No-one asked you!” Sam grabbed the ring back, taking one last look at it before slipping the box back in his pocket. “I told Mikaela I’d meet her at a restaurant downtown in half an hour. How do I look?”
“Beeeeutiful.” Bumblebee gave him the ‘ok’ sign with his fingers before transforming back into car mode. Sam and Wheelie got in and left the hill behind.

**************

Bumblebee sat patiently in front of the Italian restaurant. The sky had turned dark, but the street glowed a hazy orange in the streetlights. Somewhere inside, Sam was treating Mikaela to a fancy meal, and afterwards, Bumblebee would take them back to the hill, where Sam would pop the question. The camaro revved his engine in excitement and glee for his best human friend, then quieted down, shutting off his engine. He needed to get used to being in public again. While Sam was in college, ‘Bee had spent most of his time in the garage, where he could do whatever he wanted. Now, he had to work on fitting in with the other cars.
Somewhere behind him, an engine revved. Bee thought nothing of it, his mind filled with thoughts of ‘when will they be done?’
The engine revved again.
And again.
Bumblebee paused in his thoughts. A human wouldn’t just sit in their car and rev their engine without reason. Maybe…
Bee flashed his tail-lights. He waited, one, two seconds.
Two small cars raced past ‘Bee. He watched them for a second, dumbstruck. Could it be…? Why…? Bumblebee’s engine came to life with a roar as he tore off after the two cars.
The cars were fast, but not so fast that ‘Bee couldn’t keep up. He followed them to the edge of town. For a moment he worried how far they would lead him; he still needed to be ready for Sam and Mikaela when they finished their meal.
Suddenly the two cars swerved into the yard of an abandoned factory. The movement was so sudden that Bumblebee almost missed the turn to follow them. He turned into the lot, but didn’t see where the cars had gone. He sat in the entrance, confused. He suddenly realized that he might have just driven straight into a trap.
“Long time no see, little buddy.”
Bumblebee froze in surprise. Ironhide appeared out of the darkness in front of him, flanked by two smaller robots, one orange and one green. Bumblebee quickly transformed in front of his friends.
“Whasup, Bumble-bud?” Skids, the green one, flashed a peace sign at the yellow bot.
“What are you doing here?” asked a man through Bumblebee’s radio.
“We picked up several Cybertronian signals coming from the area.” Ironhide explained.
“We gonna be spyin’ around here for ‘em!” Mudflap, the orange twin of Skids, added.
“Yeah, we gonna be blendin’ in like ninja’s!” Skids elbowed his brother with a laugh.
“We might need your help at times, ‘Bee,” Ironhide said, hitting both of the young bots behind him on the head. They protested to themselves, rubbing their dented heads. “We’ll keep you updated.”
“is that it?” bee asked.
“Be extra careful around any suspicious vehicles, Bumblebee,” Ironhide’s eyes narrowed. “We have no idea what the ‘Cons might be planning.”
Bee tilted his head to the side, asking for an explanation.
“We gots that messenger-sattelite dude of theirs.” Skids said. “What was ‘is name again?”
“Oh, Soundwave ‘r sumtin’.” Mudflap answered.
“Yeah! Soundwave! Nearly landed right on topa’ me,”
“What?” was all Bumblebee could say. Soundwave? As in the Decepticon lookout, spy and satellite expert? But how?
“Man, did he look spooked. Like he had just seen a ghost or something. one shot to the head and he blacked out. I wanted to finish him then and there, but Prime said to take him to NEST. So, we locked him up, took away his few weapons and disabled his comm.-link.” Ironhide explained. “But we assume he must’ve told the other ‘Cons something ‘cuz there hasn’t been any hostile activity since then. We assume that they might be holding out for a group attack, or possibly even a rescue.”
“I’ll… be careful” Bee said in garbled radio-talk. “Have to… get the kid….. see you around?”
“We’ll be around. Give Sam the heads up.” Ironhide nodded at ‘Bee, who was already transforming into car mode.
“Can do!” came Bumblebee’s reply before he sped off to get to the restaurant.

[nightstorm]

wow, another post of two chapters, a short and a long one. enjoy!

Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 3
Meanwhile…

In the far reaches of the solar system, Pluto continued on its agonizingly slow rotation around the far off sun. The icy planet (no, not a planet anymore, then what?) rotated almost lazily, as it had for thousands, if not millions, of years. No one really cares about Pluto back on Earth. You never hear someone say “Hey, Pluto looked really beautiful last night” as you go on with you’re everyday schedule, all of which most likely has nothing to do with the mass of ice.
Somewhere beyond Pluto, was something almost as large as the sun. But it was still far enough away to look only slightly smaller than the sun appears to us on earth. The gigantic object floated slowly toward the icy sphere. And the object wondered how much anyone would care if suddenly Pluto wasn’t there anymore.


Back on earth, a police cruiser prowled the streets, its headlights off. It gleamed eerily in each passing streetlamp before disappearing into the darkness between them.
A teenage girl sat in the passenger seat, her arms crossed casually over her chest, her eyes closed in a peaceful way.
The police car slowed to a stop in front of a house, and the lack of motion woke the girl. She sat up, stretching her shoulders and blinking before looking out the window at the house. Through a brightly-lit window, she saw a family of three eating dinner at a long table. They ate silently, keeping their eyes glued to their plates. They weren’t the most cheerful of families, but they were normal in all other senses.
“This is them, huh?” the girl asked, looking over to her left. The officer sitting in the drivers seat nodded, his eyes concealed behind reflective sunglasses. The girl played with the idea of telling him that it was rather strange to be wearing sunglasses at night, but decided against it, turning back to gaze out the window.
“It’s a pity, really. They don’t know how to enjoy their time together while it lasts.” She sighed sadly. She turned her face back to the officer. “And you’re certain about…?”
“If you’re not comfortable with this, we can find another way.” The officer cut her off. “But either way, their fate will remain the same.”
“Is there nothing we can do for them?” the girl looked to the other teenager, the one that sat at the table, so unaware of her future.
“It is not for us to mess with the hands of destiny, child.” Said the officer “some things are going to happen whether we like them or not. And sometimes the steps we take to prevent these things are what cause them to happen. Their destiny is sealed. It’s up to you, what you chose for yours.”
The girl sighed. “I hate it when you talk like that,”
The officer smiled. “And why is that?”
The girl slouched back into the seat with mock irritation. “It makes me feel dumb.”
There was a laugh from the officer before the police cruiser rolled silently off into the night.

Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 4
The proposal

Bumblebee pulled up in front of the Italian restaurant. He barely had time to shut off his engine before Sam and Mikaela came through the doors into the cool night air. She clung to his arm, leaning her upper body against him for warmth and comfort. He looked down at her with pure love in his eyes, a look that made something unknown stir inside of Bumblebee, but before the ‘bot could analyze this, Sam was opening his passenger side door and helping Mikaela into the black leather. Sam fell into the drivers seat and Bee took off, taking the couple to the hill.
Behind them, a light blue 2005 Ferrari Scaglietti’s engine purred as it came to life and drove off in the opposite direction.
“So, where is ‘Bee taking us?” Mikaela leaned sideways, resting her head on Sam’s shoulder. Sam smiled at the satin touch of her hair on his skin, leaning his head against hers.
“He’s kidnapping us.” Sam joked.
“Ooh, taking us the Decepticons, most likely?” Mikaela laughed, running one hand affectionately over the dashboard before placing it on Sam’s hand.
“Never!” said Bumblebee a bit indignantly through the radio.
“We’re just kidding around, ‘Bee.” Sam laughed. “We know you’d never do something like that.”
“Seriously, though,” Mikaela said again. “Where’re we going?”
“It’s a secret,” Sam smiled devilishly. Mikaela pulled back just enough to look him in the face. Her lower lip stuck out slightly, and the expression it gave her was cute beyond all comparison. Overcome, he pulled her in to him and buried his face in her hair. She was caught off guard by the sudden snuggling, laughing as she twisted to hug him back.
“Who’s driving?” came a voice from the speakers.
Sam looked up, realizing that other people might notice if a car was driving down the street, no apparent driver, with two kids snuggling in the front seat. Going against his hormones (which told him to ignore the warning and hug his girl like there was no tomorrow) he slowly pulled away from Mikaela, placing his hands lightly on the steering wheel, just enough so that whoever might spare a passing glance at the car would think he was driving.
Mikaela once again placed her head on his shoulder, and Sam took one hand off the steering wheel to drape around her shoulders. She smiled and closed her eyes, and that was how they stayed for the rest of the drive.


“Do I have to go to this thing?” the girl whined, staring out the window into the night.
“Yes, you do.” Her mother answered from the front seat. Her father grunted in agreement from the drivers seat.
She crossed her arms, slouching in her seat. The girl was nearly sixteen, much too old to be acting like this, but she didn’t care at the moment.
“What is it anyway?” she asked, more out of curiosity than attitude.
“It’s a formal dinner, and you’re going to behave like a perfectly nice young lady,” her mother said, a touch of warning in her voice.
“Ok, first off, why are we going to a formal dinner when we just HAD dinner, and secondly, I’m a teenage girl. That’s a whole world away from nice young lady.”
“This is an important business opportunity for your mother and I, so you’re just going to have to fake it.” Her father turned his head to glare at his daughter.
He didn’t see it coming.
The girl did.
“Dad!” she screamed, pointing at the oncoming truck.
Her dad had halfway turned back around when the two vehicles collided.


It was the silence that woke Mikaela.
She opened her eyes. She was in ‘Bee’s back seat. Where was Sam?
She blinked. There, she could see his silhouette out the windshield. The area beyond him glowed strangely. She wondered why.
Stretching, she sat up in the seat. She remembered something and reached down, sticking her hand into the pocket of her jeans. Mikaela sighed as her fingers brushed the familiar shape. Reassured, she stood as much as the camaro would allow and opened the nearest door.
Sam turned as he heard the door open.
“Hey,” Mikaela said sleepily.
“Hey,” he walked over, embracing her. “I didn’t want to wake you.” He pulled back, turning her slightly. “what do you think?”
She blinked, wondering what he was talking about.
Then she saw it.
The tree, no, THEIR tree, the tree that marked the place where she had first taken notice of the boy with the new camaro, was decked up with countless shining Christmas lights, outshining the stars and moon beyond it. She gazed up at them in wonder.
“They’re beautiful.” She whispered.
“I thought you’d like it,” he smiled, reaching down to take hold of her hand.
They walked together, slowly, not really to any specific place. They just walked, keeping within a reasonable distance of the tree and Bumblebee.
“You know, I brought you here to ask you something.” Sam started.
“Oh really? What would that be?” Mikaela gazed at Sam.
He looked away, his cheeks flushing a rosy pink. Mikaela loved this about Sam. He wasn’t too manly to blush. There were so many layers to Sam, and that was why she loved him. He could fight earth-destroying robots, but still be mushy enough to bake her cookies on their one-month anniversary. He could destroy the allspark and kill Megatron, but still be the one at her door with grass stains and a bouquet of wildflowers when she missed a day of school because she was sick. He was her nerdy boyfriend who bought them both webcams when he left for college. He was the butt-kicking hero who saved the world two times over. He was the love of her life.
“We’ve been through so much together, over the years,” Sam closed his eyes in memory. Beneath his eyelids, he saw Mikaela, her silhouette getting smaller as she walked down the road that fateful day at the lake, (“Who’s gonna drive ‘ya home, tonight?” “Miles, get out of the car,”), coming back to rescue him from Frenzy, knocking the little robot’s head off. He saw her standing outside of his garage, the day he left for college, flowers in her hands, smiling a smile for him and him alone. He saw her face, her dirty, scratched, sweat-gleaming, beautiful face, as she called him back to life (“I love you, do you hear me? I love you!”). And most recently, he saw her, laughing through the windshield, her eyes sparkling at his reaction. She was the girl he thought he would never get. She was his miracle, his love. Why had he been so afraid to tell her before?
“I love you, Mikaela,” why had that phrase made him so afraid? “I always will. I want you with me, forever.” He turned back to face her, one hand reaching down to his pocket, where the ring pressed reassuringly into his leg. “What I mean is…”
He stopped. Mikaela wasn’t there. He looked down. There, she was in front of him, on one knee. Why was she down there?
It took him a second to see the black cube in her hand.
It took him another to realize what it was.
“Samuel James Witwicky, descendant of Captain Archibald Witwicky,” Mikaela smiled at their inside joke, gazing up at Sam with shining eyes. “Will you marry me?”
Sam’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. His mind clicked emptily, unable to put together what had just happened.
Finally, he got down on one knee, dug his black box out of his pocket and flipped it open, the diamond reflecting the lit up tree behind him.
“Will you?” He almost whispered. They were both at the same height, both holding rings, both wanting the same thing.
“Yes,” Mikaela nearly threw the ring aside as she threw herself forward, onto Sam, knocking him onto his back. She kissed him with a fierce passion, but somehow this kiss was sweeter than any that had come before it. And Sam knew why.
It was because she had said yes.
He kissed her back, losing himself in her. All else in the world disappeared. The two robots watching from the top of the hill (one that sat at the base of the tree, an extension cord that powered all the lights in the tree plugged into his abdomen, the other watching silently in car mode) disappeared. The hill disappeared. The world disappeared.
Mikaela’s phone vibrated in her pocket. Neither one cared.
It vibrated again.
And again.
And again.
With an irritated sigh, Mikaela pushed herself hesitantly off of Sam, taking her phone out of her pocket. She clicked a button and held the phone to her ear.
“I’m sorry, but you caught me in the middle of a make-out session with my fiancé. Please make this quick so I can get back to it.” She said to the person on the other line. Sam laughed, propping up on one elbow.
Mikaela’s face went pale in the darkness, and her sly smile disappeared.
“Oh my God…” she whispered. “when…? O..ok… yeah, I’ll be there right away.” She closed her phone, a look of shock and disbelief on her face.
“What happened? ‘kaela?” Sam asked, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“M… my aunt and uncle died…” she sniffed. “They… they want me to come to the police station… for something… they weren’t clear…” her voice died out, leaving the hill in a cloak of silence.
Sam silently helped her up, gathered the two black boxes, and helped her up the hill to Bumblebee. Wheelie unplugged the lights, scooting into the back seat silently.
They drove off, leaving the hill in a cover of sadness.

[nightstorm]

Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 5
Daughter

Sam sat, hunched forward in his chair, in the waiting room of the police station. Mikaela had gone into an office to talk with another officer, leaving Sam alone in the lobby.
Well, almost alone.
A sixteen-year old, her skin slightly dark, as if it had a good tan, leaned against the wall in front of Sam, her eyes glued to the ground. Sam’s eyes started at her feet. Plain white tennis shoes, nothing special. They moved up. Tight jeans, the type most teens wore, accenting her long legs.
Move up.
She had a yellow tube top, and a darkish brown jacket that came down to her waist, at the lowest. Move up. There was a black choker around her neck.
Move up.
Her face was cute, with the roundness of childhood mixed with a sense of calm maturity. Short-ish red hair framed her face, held back by two thin clips above her right eye, one yellow and one orange. On top of her head, her hair was pulled into two small pigtails that were really quite adorable.
She looked up at him. Her eyes were a light, almost electric blue, but toned down a bit. They were hard to describe, but pretty none the less.
She gave him a small smile. Sam smiled back, then realized he was staring and strategically moved his eyes to something else in the room. This turned out to be hard, seeing as there was nothing really IN the room except for plastic chairs and unmarked doors leading to other rooms.
“What’re you here for?” She asked unexpectedly. Sam looked back at her in surprise, then softened.
“My girl… fiancé” He savored the new word. How great it sounded, what a word to describe his soul mate. “got called. I think someone in her family died, but I haven’t tried to get too much information from her. She’s pretty shook up about it.” He put his head in his hands, staring at the floor in front of the girl’s shoes. “I feel so horrible for her, I wish I could do something to make her feel better, but I don’t know what!”
Sam looked up, and almost laughed despite himself. Here he was, spilling his guts to some teenager he didn’t know! She probably thought he was crazy, or just plain weird.
“Yeah, I’m here for something like that,” she gave him a sympathetic smile. “My name’s Alex, by the way.” She held out a hand, leaning forward so Sam could reach it.
“Sam,” he shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
She released his hand, leaning back against the wall. “Hey, you’re that guy. From a few years back, I mean. The one those… things… were looking for.”
Sam felt the hairs on the back of his neck go up, and his palms suddenly became rather hot in his lap. “Oh, that? You mean that creepy broadcast thing? Yeah, I got into a bad group of kids in high school, but got out of it, of course. They decided it would be funny to hack a broadcast frequency with a video they made. They’re all in jail, and I’m lucky not to be. Careful who you hang out with, kid.” He forced a smile, hoping it looked sincere.
She nodded, a small amused smile on her face telling him she didn’t exactly believe his story. It had taken months to convince the human population that the video the Decepticons had broadcast to the ENTIRE WORLD was a fake, stitched up by some angst-y college kids with a grudge, and months more to erase the memories of countless citizens who had seen the Decepticons first hand. There were still those who believed the video was real, but none of them knew how close their world had come to becoming a frozen and barren rock.
“Mr. Witwicky?”
Sam looked over. A door was open, a tall police man with sandy blonde hair holding it open. Sam could see the back of Mikaela’s head poking up over a seat back behind him.
“Would you step inside, please?” he motioned with one hand, beckoning him into the office.
Sam stood, glancing back at Alex. “Nice to meet you, Alex” he smiled, waving as he approached the room.
“See ‘ya ‘round, Sam!” she called back with a smile. Sam wondered why she said that for a moment. He would most likely never even see her again outside the police station. Perhaps it was just a common goodbye, or something said out of habit.
He stepped inside the room, taking the seat beside Mikaela. She wasn’t crying, but Sam could see the pain in her eyes. He gently reached over, taking her soft hand in his, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze that spoke more than words.
“alright,” the officer sat in a chair behind the rooms’ desk. “I’m basically going to sum up what I just told Miss Banes here,” he motioned with his head to Mikaela. “About an hour ago, Mr. and Ms. Greene, Ms.Greene being Miss Banes’ fathers sister, were brought to a hospital and declared dead on arrival.” Mikaela gripped Sam’s hand a bit harder, suppressing the urge to cry. “They left their teenage daughter orphaned. Now, seeking as Miss Banes’ father is inadequate to adopt her, because he recently got out of jail and is still preoccupied with getting his business up and running, her caretaker is then the next closest adult relative.”
Sam’s mind tried to piece the officer’s words together. Closest adult relative. Mikaela was about twenty-one now, more than qualified.
Then it hit him.
“We’re getting a kid?” he choked. The pure shock of it stunned him. He had barely just proposed and now they wanted them to take care of a kid? For Pete’s sake, they were nearly kids themselves!
“Your reaction is understandable, but let me continue.” The officer said calmly. “This is simply a temporary set-up, until a better caretaker is found or you decide to adopt her.” He leaned forward a bit, adding emphasis. “There’s no-where else for her to go at the moment. It’s this or an orphanage.”
Mikaela and Sam looked at each other. They said nothing, their conversation consisting of facial expressions and their eyes.
After a second they both turned to the man.
“We’ll give her a temporary home,” Mikaela said.
“Just until you guys find someone better.” Sam agreed, giving his fiancé’s hand a squeeze.
“Alright,” the officer stood. “She’ll stay the night here, and we’ll bring her to you tomorrow afternoon with her possessions.” He walked to the door, opening it to let the couple out. Sam noticed that Alex was no longer in the room, but he thought nothing of it. She was probably behind one of the multiple other doors, talking to a different officer. He wished silently that everything would work out in her favor, for whatever she needed.


Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 6
Programming

A blue GMC Sierra flew down a California highway, trying to rack up the miles between it and the horrible scene it had left behind. It had a light blue stripe down its hood and along its roof.
Soon, it realized that it didn’t matter how far away it got from the scene, their faces would still be there, terrified, and so… so real… the Sierra hadn’t expected it to be like that.
“Battlefrost, report your position.”
Battlefrost almost ignored the transmission. But she reluctantly replied with her position, pulling over to wait in the overgrowth of organic matter that lined the highway.
“Coming to your position. Stay put, for once…” The other ‘bot replied.
“Must I remind you that I am of a higher rank than you?” She hissed over the radio.
“That doesn’t mean I have to chase you down for megaclicks while you can’t decide on a rendezvous point.”
“Shut your voice processor and just get over here.” She snapped.
“Would you BOTH stop bickering like sparklings?” Barricade growled “The last thing I need is to babysit for you two.”
“I could just kill Cabbie and the whole problem would be eliminated.” Battlefrost suggested, half serious.
“Hey!” the ‘bot replied defensively.
“As much as I’d like to agree to that,” Barricade muttered, “Megatron needs BOTH of you for this plan to work. If anything goes wrong, we’re all scrap metal, understand?”
“Fine,” Battlefrost sighed
“Got it, ‘cade.” Cabbie said happily.
“Stop. Calling. Me. ‘Cade.” Barricade growled before shutting off his Comm. Link.
Battlefrost sighed, shutting her link off as well. She transformed, stretching in the safety of the organic growth. Now that she was alone with only her thoughts, memories began to eat at her processor. She saw the car, the driver distracted by something in the backseat, beginning to drift into the other lane. She felt herself automatically change course to collide with it. She saw the faces of the fleshlings inside, so surprised, so terrified of her.
They hadn’t stood a chance. She knew they were dead before she had even acknowledged that she had HIT the other vehicle. She, Battlefrost, had actually KILLED something.
But wasn’t that just what she was designed to do? Wasn’t that why she had let Starscream plug her into a million different machines and upload that horrid software? Let him change her into a tri-former, jet, truck and robot? Give her the power to overcome the eternal doubt that plagued her?
Battlefrost looked up through the organic growth to the sky, fingering the purple symbol on her chest.
And, not for the first time, she had doubts.
They lasted only a second before she was overcome by the Program.
“Silly sparkling,” the Program cooed, “You did what you were built to do. Just look at yourself, sweetie. See those claws, those guns? They weren’t meant for peace. Now, just do what we came here for and we’ll be set, ok?”
Reluctantly, Battlefrost nodded.


Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 7
Home?

Bumblebee pulled up in front of the dark house, shutting off his engine to signal to the two passengers that they had arrived.
Sam looked up at the house and smiled. The money the government had given him to keep his mouth shut had gone to good use. Of course, he did have to buy the house online because he didn’t want to miss one more day of college, but he thought he had made a good choice.
He looked over at Mikaela, who was pressed against him, eyes closed peacefully. He moved slightly to wake her.
“Unh…. Hm?” she murmured sleepily, blinking up at Sam.
“I’m not exactly sure how this works. Do I have to ask you to move in with me or is that included in the ‘proposal’ part?” he moved a lock of hair from her face.
“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think? We already agreed to raise a kid.” She joked, stretching her back and shoulders.
“Yes, that would be pretty hard if we both lived in different houses.” He laughed once. “So that’s a yes?”
She looked at him, scowling. “No, we’re gonna live at my dad’s shop the rest of our lives.”
“I’m loving that sarcasm.” He smiled. “almost as much as I love it when you say camshafts.”
She looked up at him, a sly smile pulling up on her lips. “Camshafts.”
Sam reached behind him to open the door. “I believe it’s time to carry you across the thresh hold, my lady,” he said, hurrying around the Camaro to open her door and scoop her out.
“I’ll be in…. the garage.” ‘Bee closed his doors, turning up the driveway and into the garage. Sam had made sure that the house had bought had a two car garage, so ‘Bee would have room to redecorate and stretch out when not transporting or protecting him.
Sam held Mikaela close, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her feet dangling in the air. It took some skill to unlock and open the front door without hurting Mikaela, but Sam somehow managed.
“Welcome home, ‘Kaela.” He whispered to her as he maneuvered them through the doorway and into the front room. He didn’t switch any lights on, seeing as they were both tired and a tour could most likely wait till tomorrow. Carefully, he carried her up the stairs and through a doorway. He saw the dark outline of the bed in the shadows, and gently laid her on it. She sighed in comfort as Sam laid the covers over her. He smiled, watching her face relax into a serene expression of sleep.
And he knew that finally, his house was a home.


Far off in the night, a dark green motorcycle whizzed along into an alleyway. The motorcycle didn’t have a driver.
Kickstart had just arrived on earth, following the energy signatures of his sisters. Unfortunately, he did not realize that it was rather strange to see a motorcycle with no driver. Luckily for the green mech, no-one was out at this time of night anyway, so for the moment he was free to make all the foolish mistakes he wanted.
Like the mistake of transforming back in a dark alley.
One that was already occupied.
Battlefrost looked up at the compact mech from her position behind a stack of crates. She could clearly see the red Autobot symbol on his shoulder. Silently, she warmed up her arm cannon, positioning it between two crates to aim it at the mech’s processor.
There was the sound of an engine coming closer. The sound distracted Battlefrost for a second. One second was all it took for her to see those glowing electric blue eyes. How was it that the Autobots could pack so much emotion into their optics? This one, he looked so carefree, so innocent and clueless.
Slowly, Battlefrost lowered the cannon.
“What are you doing?” the Program hissed in her processor.
At that moment, a black Kicktop rolled into the alley, followed by a woman on a pink motorcycle. The woman wavered, then disappeared as Arcee transformed. Ironhide began his transformation a split second later.
Arcee threw herself onto the green mech in a very human embrace.
“Brother!” she cried, “Kickstart! How’d you get here? Oh, the others will be so happy!”
“Take it easy, ‘Cee,” Kickstart held his hands up, amused at his sister’s sudden adoption of human customs. “How’re you and the others? Everyone doing okay?”
The two continued in their small talk, Ironhide watching the alley entrance for any passing humans.
Battlefrost watched the reunion, the Program forcing a feeling of disgust towards it. Finally, she decided it was time to leave. She noiselessly crept to the darkest and furthest part of the alley before transforming into a stealth jet and rocketing into the sky.

[nightstorm]

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Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 8
Small world

“Hey, Sam, Wakey-Wakey.” Called a sweet voice, temptingly close.
Sam groaned, curling into the warmth of the sheets. “Ten more minutes,” his voice was slurred with sleep.
“Sam,” the voice called again, a little less sugar in it.
Sam didn’t respond.
Suddenly, a flying pillow crash landed onto his head.
“Hm? Yep, I’m up.” He yawned, opening his eyes to take in Mikaela looking down at him in annoyance. “Good morning beautiful.”
“I made breakfast,” she announced, turning from the bed to throw open the drapes, letting bright sunlight stream in. “I just hope you like your eggs burnt, because I sorta screwed them up.”
“You kidding? I only eat my eggs burnt. I’m a burnt-egg kinda guy.” Sam joked, wondering how late he’d slept in.
“Very funny. Now get dressed, we have a big day today.” Mikaela said.
“Since when did you sign up for the role of mother?” Sam sat up in bed, his eyes following her around the room.
“I’m not your mother, I’m your fiancé, there’s a big difference.” She said, her lower lip stuck out in annoyance. “now are you going to get your own breakfast like a big boy or do I have to force-feed you?”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He threw back the covers, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. His sleep-fuzzy mind worked backwards through their conversation. What was so ‘big’ about today? Was it a birthday? Anniversary? Some forgotten holiday?
The answer rolled over him like a wave. The kid, Mikaela’s niece, was coming to live with them today.
And Sam had the thought that there was not enough time in a month of Sundays to prepare him for that.


“What the slag do you think you’re doing?” Battlefrost hissed, through the comm. link, racing to Cabbie’s position.
“Having some fun, is that a crime?” His sly voice replied smoothly.
“Yes, if it gets us caught! Please, PLEASE, tell me you’re in vehicle mode.” She pleaded, almost fearing the answer.
“C’mon, Frost, I’m not THAT stupid.”
She sighed in relief, looking down at the highway far below her. The sight of emergency vehicles speeding along made her worry flare up again. “Well get out of there, and fast. You don’t want the Autobots to show up.”
“yeah, yeah. I’m at least a mile away by now.” He said calmly. Did NOTHING phase that ‘bot?
“You’d better be…” she grumbled, closing the link. Her eyes once again rested on the highway below, particularly on two motorcycles, twin compacts and a black topkick.


“Hey Bee, just wanted to…” Sam poked his head in the garage.
“He’s not here.” Wheelie interrupted. He was sitting on a workbench, examining an I-pod that most likely belonged to Mikaela. “he got some call about the ‘Cons a few hours ago. What the heck is this thing for, anyway?” Wheelie turned the I-pod back and fourth, looking for some sort of use. He had resorted to nibbling at a corner of it when Sam bopped him on the head, snatching the device from him. “Hey! I was looking at that!”
“Can you try not to make a scene when the kid comes? I’m not sure if we’re going to tell her about you and 'Bee while she’s here, so don’t do anything… Alien-ish.”
“Hey, why do you think they call us ‘robots in disguise?’ She’ll never know!” as if to prove a point, he transformed into a small remote-control monster truck.
Sam looked at him in irritation. “there’s a satellite dish sticking out of your roof.”
“Hey, there’s a Bears game going on! I wanna watch my football!”
“Yeah, well, at least hide somewhere when you have Cybertronian crap sticking out of you.” Sam sighed in defeated irritation before ducking back inside.
Mikaela was looking out the window, an anxious smile on her face. Sam came up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder to look out to the street. A police squad car was sitting in front of the house.
“She’s here,” Mikaela whispered.


“God, they’re gonna find out.” The girl wailed, burying her head in her knees.
“No, they’re not.” The officer said calmly.
“And how do you know, huh? How can you be so sure?” She spat at him, glaring daggers into those black reflective sunglasses of his. She hated those glasses at the moment, because it just reflected her fear and worry back at her.
“Because I just do, and you do too. Listen, if anything goes the tiniest bit wrong, I’ll scoop you out of there so fast we’ll be a mile away before they even notice.” He placed a comforting hand on her arm, giving it a light squeeze.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded, regaining her composure. “Okay. I’m good now. Thanks, I mean it.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” He smiled.
“Yeah, that and saving my butt.” She joked, un-clicking her seatbelt.
“Yes, one of my lesser favorite duties,” He laughed.
“Shut up and help me carry my shit,” she shoved a backpack at him.
The officer waved a finger at her. “Hey, no swearing.”
She stuck out her tongue, preparing to spit out a string of swears that would make a sailor blush when there was a light knock on the window. The girl looked over into the smiling face of a twenty-something woman with slightly wavy brunette hair.
“Here goes nothing,” the girl murmured to herself.
“Good luck, kid” the officer said right before the girl opened the door, stepping out onto the curb.
“Hi, I’m Mikaela,” The woman extended a hand. The girl shook it firmly, putting on her best shy smile. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“You too,” The girl said as confidently as she could manage. “I’m…”
“Alex?”
She looked up the lawn to see a man with short brown hair standing dumbfounded in the middle of the yard.
She smiled sheepishly at him. “Hi, Sam.”



Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 9
assumptions

Ratchet looked at the display screen, his optics narrowed in confusion. From his new cell within the med wing, Soundwave glared at him.
“Stop. Staring. At. Me.” Ratchet said, trying to keep his irritation in check. The monitor’s image was making him extremely irritable. There was no way it could be accurate. The human technology must be flawed.
“Ratchet, we’re having a meeting in the main hangar.” Came Sideswipe’s voice. “Are you coming?”
“Is it important?” Ratchet asked.
Sideswipe immediately picked up on the minute tone of irritation in the doc-bot’s voice. “Not anything I couldn’t catch you up on later. You in the middle of something? What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing. Just some sort of computer glitch. I’ll be right there.” He shut off his comm. link, giving the screen one last look.
“You have no… *cough* idea what you’ve done, *wheeze* autob…” The prisoner was cut off by a fit of coughing as his damaged voice-processor gave out. Even this sentence would have caused him great deals of pain.
Ratchet had a sinking feeling in his chassis. The Decepticon was only messing with him. That’s what Decepticons did. Besides,
Pluto couldn’t actually be GONE, right?

…………………………………….

Mikaela, Sam, Alex and the officer sat in the house’s family room. It almost made Sam laugh. FAMILY room, with his new family, plus one cop.
They talked about how Sam and Alex knew each other, and about schedules and work and crime rates and the stock market and they just TALKED, as if they weren’t some hastily sewed up family and a random stranger.
Mikaela suddenly looked over at the officer. “Oh, you haven’t had lunch, have you? I could make you a sandwich or…?” she offered.
Alex stared daggers into the man, clearly willing him to say no. the officer looked at her, smiled, then turned his gaze to Mikaela. “That would be wonderful, thank you.”
Alex forced a smile. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to work, though, officer?”
“I’m sure the city will survive if I take a lunch break.” He said smoothly, leaning back in his chair.
“Well, then, as long as you’re staying,” Alex pushed her backpack into his lap. “Then you can help me bring my things up to my room, right?” She smiled angelically at him.
He scowled, but it lasted only a moment before a forced smile replaced it. “Of course, Alex.”
Sam stood, reaching for the backpack. “You shouldn’t have to do that, you’ve done eno…”
Alex stepped in front of him, cutting him off. “Oh, but I’m sure officer…” she turned her head, smiling once again at the officer. “I’m terribly sorry, I don’t believe I caught your name,”
Two wrinkles appeared on his forehead, above his reflective frameless shades. It was a moment before he replied. “You can call me officer Princeton.”
Alex smiled. “Well I’m sure officer PRINCETON would be more than happy to take care of my baggage, right?”
Princeton frowned, but reluctantly stood, following her upstairs with the bags.
Sam and Mikaela looked at each other, confusion on their faces, before they both headed to the kitchen to start on lunch.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Alex hissed at Princeton once upstairs.
“Me? What about you, miss ‘carry my bags,’ I’m running on empty here because of you.” He dropped the bag for emphasis.
“How the hell are you going to…” she started
“Relax, Alex. I’ve got it covered. You have nothing to worry about.” He said. Pausing, he walked to the window, peeking out in time to see a yellow camaro disappear into the garage. “Shoot, can’t stay too much longer. I’ll eat and get out.”
“okay, but stay any longer and I swear…” she threatened.
“Yeah, yeah. Lets head down, I’m running on vapors.” He said, turning to head back down the stairs.
Back downstairs, Mikaela and Sam had constructed four PB&J’s, along with lemonade in sweating glasses.
Mikaela smiled, handing a plate to each of them.
Officer Princeton took his plate with a smile, but as soon as Mikaela turned away his face became pained.
“Actually, I had a former engagement I forgot. I should probably be going.” He tried to hand the plate back to her.
“Don’t be silly. I trust you to bring the plate back.” Mikaela smiled at him.
“Thank you, truly.” He said with a gracious nod.
“I’ll walk you out,” Alex piped in.
She walked him down to his squad car, Sam and Mikaela smiled at them from the doorway.
“That was weird, huh?” Sam said out of the corner of his mouth.
“Really,” Mikaela answered.
Sam blinked. The window of the door had made the strangest effect when the door had closed. The glass must have been warped in some way, making the officer appear to shimmer momentarily. He wrote it off immediately though, watching the cop drive off and Alex come back up the walk.

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Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 10
Old friends

Sam knocked on the door, then stepped back to wait. There was a clatter from inside, like a pop-can pyramid had just toppled over. Knowing the apartment’s occupant, he wouldn’t doubt that very scenario.
“Hold up, I’m comin’” Came a familiar voice from within. The deadbolt rattled on its chain, and the door opened a tiny crack. “Who is it?”
“Megatron, coming to get his revenge. Let me in, Leo!” Sam laughed.
Leo opened the door enough to poke his head out, as if making sure it really wasn’t Megatron seeking revenge. After making sure it was really Sam outside his door, he threw it open wide.
“Buddy! How’ve you been? Still fighting… you know?” Leo nearly slipped, but caught himself just in time. He had been paranoid about pretenders and the government coming to get him for months after the Egypt accident, and, Sam thought, even still.
“They’ve been pretty quiet,” he said, slipping inside. “What about you? How’s the website?”
“Had to shut it down. The government’s more strict about conspiracy theories when you’re actually involved in one. But I’m doing alright, I have my own little goldmine,” he walked across the room, picking up two flat squares and holding them up for Sam to see.
“Puppy calendars?” he asked, letting loose a little chuckle.
“Dude, they’re selling like hotcakes! But enough about me, how’s the hot girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend anymore.”
Leo raised an eyebrow, putting down the images of puppies to grab two sodas from a mini-fridge, tossing one to Sam before plopping down on a couch covered in clothing and potato chip wrappers. “Really, now, you break it off? You wouldn’t mid if I, uh, stepped in, right?”
Sam scowled and kicked Leo’s leg. “No, I mean she’s my fiancé, Dumbass.”
“Oh.” Leo said, rubbing his lower leg. “Oh. I knew that.”
“Sure you did.”
“When’d you ask her?”
“Last night,” had it really been just one night ago?
“Big ring? Nice diamond?”
“Yeah, what, you think with all the cash the government’s giving me I’d cheap out on my soulmate?”
“hey, just asking.” He held up his hands, then took a sip of cola. “So, you moved in together yet?”
“Yeah, and we got a kid.”
Leo spit out his drink in a thin spray. “What? Already? Do her parents know? Do yours?”
“Relax, dude. It’s her teenage niece. We’re… temporarily adopting her. Or something.” he explained everything that had happened, from proposing to earlier that day.
“That’s… odd.” Leo said at last.
“Yeah, and that brings me to why I’m here.” Sam said. “Do you know any jobs I can take? It doesn’t have to be a good one, just one that will convince a teenager I’m not living off government bribe money. Just temporary, until I can get a good one.”
“Whoa, you have a college degree now. You don’t need me to get you a job.”
“College degrees don’t get you instant jobs. Now I know you have something I can do.”
Leo thought a moment. “It’s not great, but a buddy of mine has a comic shop nearby. He said he could use a salesman.”
Sam sighed. “It’ll have to do. You have his card?”
“Sure, it’s somewhere around here…” He started digging through the couch cushions. “Oh, and did you hear? That government dude is in town. S9 or whatever. Simmons. We’re going out for drinks this weekend, you in?”
“Sorry, man, I don’t think so. Alex needs to get settled in, and it wouldn’t help her adjust if I came home drunk. And you know I’m a horrible designated driver, my car runs away.”
“Oh, well. I’ll tell him you said ‘hi’.” He emerged, a folded card in his hand. “Here! Found it!”
He handed the card to Sam, who shoved it in his pocket. “Thanks. I’ll head over there. And Leo, Bee’s been acting… strange lately. He’s been going out more and more. Just… be careful, alright?”
Leo looked at Sam, a hint of surprise and possibly fear in his eyes. “Yeah, I will. You too, man, and thanks for the warning.”
Sam nodded, letting himself out. He arrived outside to see that Bumblebee was nowhere to be seen. He sighed in annoyance, but he knew that whatever Bee was doing, it was important. He shoved his hands in his pocket and started toward the comic-shop.


Bumblebee raced along the highway, chasing a blue Ferrari Scaglietti. Suddenly, the blue vehicle gained a burst of speed, leaving the Camaro in its dust. Bee wanted to follow, but this human-designed form was not made for such speeds as would be needed to catch up with the other vehicle.
He grumbled through the radio, using static and half-caught channels to show his irritation. But then a jet roared by overhead, way too low, and he was off again.

Battlefrost swooped low over the Autobot, teasing him. She could shoot off at supersonic speeds at her whim, but she kept her speed so that she was just out of the little Camaro’s range.
“Frost, report your position.”
“Highway, teasing an Autobot. Why?”
Cabbie chuckled over the link. “Ooh, is it the green one? I don’t like him. Shoot his front wheel with your sniper, bend it so he’ll flip over when he tries to go!”
“It’s the yellow one, Bee. And Kickstart wouldn’t flip over, you dumbslag.”
“Of course it would…Wait, Bee? Kickstart? You know their NAMES now?”
Frost’s faceplate flushed. “It’s in my programming to be observant. Of course I know their names.”
“Fine, but don’t get too close. Autobots have corrupted good Decepticons before, stolen them from us. I don’t want to see you on the wrong side of the battle-field, Frosty.”
Battlefrost faltered, her jets nearly failing on her. Was it just her that had sensed the warmth in his voice? Could he possibly, actually CARE for her?
“Of course not, sweet spark,” whispered the Programming. “He just doesn’t want to have to offline someone who’s clearly more advanced than him. Besides, care is just a pretty word for weakness.”
Frost nodded, holding back the hurt from her spark. “I’m a Decepticon, Cabbie.
I’m not changing soon.” She said coldly, her pain making her words icy. She could almost hear the younger bot cringe, but her programming shut off the link before she could apologize.
Suddenly losing the playful urge, she shot off, leaving the frustrated Camaro to disappear in the distance.


Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 11
Sketch

Bumblebee pulled up in front of Leo’s apartment, but he already knew that Sam wouldn’t bee there. He had been gone for hours. Surely Sam had caught a cab back to the house. The Camaro sighed through his air conditioners. He had been running off a lot lately, perhaps too much.
But it was necessary. The Decepticons were near, he had seen glimpses of them. They were planning something big. He could feel it in his spark.
His thought processor returned to the battle in Egypt. He remembered the horrible moment when Sam’s heart had stopped beating, from the blast of Megatron’s cannon. Bee could never forgive himself for that unbearable moment. He had sworn that he would never let a Decepticon hurt the human again, and he planned on keeping this promise.
Yet, how could he protect Sam if he was away fighting Decepticons? And staying near Sam meant the ‘cons could grow stronger, increasing their ability to hurt Sam. Either way, Sam was left in danger.
Bee started toward the house, darkening his windshield so he wouldn’t need to use a hologram. His thoughts turned to the girl, the one that would be staying with them. She struck him as… odd. The whole situation with her coming to live with Sam and Mikaela was too convenient. All of Bee’s internal alarms were ringing, but then again, the Decepticon activity had them ringing already.
Bee shook off the feeling. He was just over-reacting, that was all.
He pulled into the garage, shutting off his engine just as Alex poked her head through the door.

Alex looked at the garage, her eyes resting on the shiny yellow Camaro.
“Ooh,” she gasped, stepping inside to run her hand over the hood, right along the edge of the black stripe. The metal was warm, from the engine running recently, yet she didn’t seem to notice, or if she did, didn’t care. “Sweet ride,”
Giving the hood a gentile pat, she moved to a workbench, pulling out a few sheets of paper and a pencil. She knelt, beginning to draw.
There was a metallic sound behind her, and she turned, eyes searching the garage. She stood, walking over to pick up a blue remote-controlled monster truck. She flipped it over, turning a wheel forward and back. It made the same sound she had heard before.
“Hm…” she ran a finger down the car’s undercarriage. It was metal, not plastic. The plating on the sides and top as well. Not too common for a toy car.
“Alex?”
She turned, lowering the car. Sam stood in the doorway, looking at her with confusion, then at the toy car in what could have been fear, and finally at the Camaro with unsure-ity.
“Hey, what’cha doing in here?” He asked, stepping inside and sitting on the Camaro’s hood.
“Nothing much,” she said, placing the monster truck on the ground and turning to lean against the Camaro’s passenger side door. “Nice ride, by the way.”
“Oh, this old thing?” He patted the hood with a knowing smile.
“Old, my ass!” Came a muffled voice from the radio.
Alex cast the car an odd glance, her eyes scanning the interior, resting momentarily on the symbol in the center of the steering wheel, but only momentarily.
“What’s up with your radio?” Asked Alex.
“It’s broken. Always has been.” He said quickly. “Mikaela’s going to fix it, I hope, so he… it, will be in the shop every so often.”
The radio made a noise as it cycled through channels, but it cut off suddenly as Sam bumped the hood with his fist.
Alex opened her mouth to ask something when Sam noticed the papers on the workbench. He walked over to them, picking up the top sheet.
“Did you draw this?” he asked, holding up the paper. It showed a partially-detailed sketch of a camaro.
Alex blushed. “Uh, yeah. It’s not done yet.” She said, trying to get to the pile of papers, but Sam grabbed them first, flipping through them. His face suddenly went pale. He stammered a bit, then locked his jaw. Alex saw his reaction, and quickly said “What’s wrong?”
“H... er, what are these?” he asked, fanning out the papers for her to see.
Each paper had a different vehicle in the background. But that wasn’t what frightened Sam. It was the corresponding robot in the fore-ground. There was a police motorcycle, its robot a compact one in a sort of martial arts pose. Another showed a moped with a sleek looking femme. Still a third had both a tank and a jet, and a robot with a changing face, with three separate drawings of the head to show them. There was a Ferrari with an alt. form that looked made for speed, and a taxi-cab, it’s alt-form only semi-completed. Perhaps the most jolting was the perfect Decepticon symbols on some, while others had an empty space, as if unsure of their side.
Alex colored. “They… they’re based off of that broadcast a few years back. I saw this symbol on the… the things,” she motioned to the Decepticon symbol, “and figured, what would others look like? So I started doodling some, and realized that they looked like certain vehicles, so I would look at cars and stuff and try to turn them into… whatever those were. It’s stupid, really.”
“How come only some of them have the symbol?” he asked, trying to keep the frightened squeak out of his voice.
She shrugged. “It didn’t fit some of them, I can’t really explain it.”
With a quick nod, he handed the pile back to Alex, as if glad to be rid of it. “That’s cool. Hey, you’re going back to school tomorrow. You need your rest.”
Alex opened her mouth to protest, but decided to go easy on Sam, and leave the teenage attitude for later. “Alright, I guess. See you in the morning, Sam.”
“Night, Alex.” He called as she left the garage. As soon as she was gone, he collapsed on the bench, cradling his head in his hands.
“Bee, could she know?” he murmured, the toy car rolling up to transform beside his foot.
“Who knows?” the radio portrayed Bee’s confusion and unsurity.
He looked down, spotting a paper that had fallen to the floor. He picked it up and looked at it. The image nearly made him feint.
A police car was in the background, a rough shape of a transformer in the foreground. It wasn’t detailed, and there was no insignia, but Sam didn’t need one.
It was Barricade.


Alex was halfway to her room when she realized she was missing a picture. Hoping to grab it without being noticed, she hurried back to the stairs. She stopped halfway down at the sound of voices.
“It has to be him.”
“The drawing’s barely detailed, it could be…”
“Look at the shape, and most of the other drawings had….” The voice stopped, then started again, but too quiet for Alex to hear. She crept forward silently, making no noise. Sam and Mikaela stood in the doorway to the garage, looking at her drawing.
“Could she know?”
“What if she’s… whatever Alice was?”
“Bee, would you be able to tell if she was…?”
“Most likely… nothing’s coming up…” came a garbled radio from within the garage.
“She’s just a girl…”
“But then how…?”
Alex didn’t want to hear anymore. She crept back upstairs, then grabbed her cell phone, pressing the first speed dial.
It picked up on the first ring, though there was no greeting needed.
“We need to talk.” She said quickly.
“When?” came the other voice.
“As soon as possible.”
“Alright, I’m coming now. can you get out?”
“You’re seriously asking?”
“Sorry, habit. Be right over.”
She flipped the phone shut. She shoved a few wadded up sweatshirts beneath the bed covers before climbing out the window, hopping down to the ground effortlessly, despite being on the second floor.
A squad car was already idling a few houses down. Alex jogged up, sliding into the passenger seat.
“What happened?” Princeton asked, his face in what might have been concern, but it was always so hard to tell with those dumb glasses.
“Just drive.” She said, cradling her throbbing head, the contents of what her temporary guardians had said washing over her. “I need a minute.”
Princeton put a hand on the girl’s arm, but she shook it off. Looking slightly hurt, Princeton put his hand back on the wheel, gazing at her another second.
“Dammit, P, stop staring at me and just go!” she shouted, not even looking at the man.
The car’s lights turned on and pulled off into the night.


Prime walked into the med-bay, taking a look around. Soundwave gave a sort of hiss at him. Optimus took a step toward the cage. Soundwave challenged him with ruby eyes, daring him to do his worst, but OP just gave a small sort of smile.
“We need to get you a more hospitable holding cell, now don’t we? This cage is hardly humane. I’ll see what I can find.” He gave the bars a little tap before turning to find Ratchet, leaving a dumbstruck Soundwave sitting in silence.
“Greetings, Ratchet.” He said to the yellow doc-bot.
Ratchet, who had been working on something on the computer, looked up. “Hello Optimus. You needn’t be so kind to our prisoner.”
“I know,” Prime said with a very human shrug. “You’ve been cooped up here for days. What is bothering you, my friend?”
Ratchet crossed his arms, looking at the screen in annoyance. “A computer glitch. I’ve been working on it for megacycles, and still I cannot find the source.” He motioned to the screen for emphasis. “Yet the information this virus is sending me is not possible.”
“What is it telling you?” Prime asked.
Ratchet hesitated, and Optimus picked up on it immediately.
“You can tell me, Ratchet.” Optimus placed a hand on the other bot’s shoulder.
Ratchet looked at his leader, then pulled up a display with a few keystrokes. It showed the solar system, but there was something different about it.
“Where’s Pluto?” Prime asked.
“Exactly. The Virus is feeding this false satellite transmission to the computer. But there’s no way it could be accurate, right?” Ratchet turned to Prime, as if asking him to assure his suspicions.
“Right,” Prime said, not looking at Ratchet. He seemed distracted. “Go recharge, you look exhausted.” He patted the yellow mech’s back.
Ratchet was about to make one of his quite awkward state-the-obvious comments on Prime’s distraction, but decided against it and simply nodded, leaving Prime to stare at the screen.

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ok, we've nearly caught up with my actuall progress now, so updates won't come as often

Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 12
Plans…


Alex sat on the beach, her knees hugged to her chest. Tears streamed down her tanned cheeks as she gazed at the endless ocean. Even though she had seen things that were far vaster than the choppy, dark water, the endlessness of it comforted her.
Princeton leaned against the squad car, watching the girl. He had doubts about giving her such a large task. She was just a child, for Pete’s sake! But he daren’t say so. Alex would have his head if she knew his doubts. She might have been young, but her pride was something not to mess with.
Besides, with the state she was in now, she didn’t need anyone doubting her.
Alex stood, brushing the sand from her jeans. She closed her eyes, taking a breath to compose herself before going back to the car. Princeton silently got in, starting up the engine. He waited until Alex had her seatbelt on before speaking.
“Which picture do they have?”
“Yours.”
Princeton frowned. “Well, that’s inconvenient.”
“No shit.”
The officer restrained the urge to scold her for swearing. Now was not the time.
“What did they think?”
“They were scared, I don’t know…” She bent, her forehead resting on her knees. “How could I have been so careless?”
“It’s not your fault…”
“Then whose is it?” she snapped.
“It’s no-one’s fault.” He put a hand on her shoulder. She turned, grabbing his wrist before he could react.
“I hate it when you do that, okay? You know why? Because it’s not real.” She said, glaring at his visor.
“Of course it’s real…” he started.
“Oh, really? You want test just how real? How long do you think your hand will last if I squeeze as hard as I can, hm? Or will the illusion just heal itself, like some freaking sea sponge?” she released his hand, crossing her arms tight against her chest.
“That’s not fair.” Princeton said sternly.
Alex sighed. “I didn’t mean it, P. I’m just sort of freaked, that’s all.” She patted his arm, offering a small smile. “You’re plenty real. Well, in spirit… or something. You know what? Forget I said anything.”
Princeton looked at her, one eyebrow raised in amusement.
“Great, now I feel dumb.”
“No, keep going, this is interesting.”
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
“So we’re good again?”
“Yep.”
Alex smiled. “Good.”



The ship had once been lost to the sea. But when the Decepticons found it, they patched it up enough to make it float, while not attracting attention from humans. It floated freely in the middle of the Pacific.
Two bots were standing in the main area, while another was working on a large piece of intertwined metal, fusing pieces together with blue flame. This bot was smaller, just a junk bot, made for work and spying. The other two didn’t even acknowledge him as they talked.
“They are growing impatient, my liege… they wish to know how much longer they must bait the Autobots.” Said one, almost nervous.
“All in good time, Starscream,” the other said smoothly. “All in good time.”
“But they are restless. They say it’s only a matter of time before the Autobots catch on, and by then it will be too late.”
The other bot grabbed Starscream by the neck, lifting him from the ground. “I think I know how to run my own operation, Starscream. The agents we sent out trust my judgment. You would do well to try the same.” The robot dropped the other, who rubbed his neck tenderly.
“Yes, lord Megatron.” Starscream bowed, backing away in hopes to escape the room.
“The containment is ready, your liege.” The scrap bot called.
Megatron strolled with grace across the room, bending slightly to test the bars of the cage. “This will do.” He said. “Starscream, call the others. Tell them to set the trap. Spring when the opportunity arises.” The Decepticon leader straightened. “We will have Soundwave soon. He is an invaluable member, and has important information in his hard-drive.”
“I will inform the scouts.” Starscream bowed low, then hurried out of the room.


Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 13
Small comfort

Alex slipped through the open window, falling into bed just before the door opened. Sam peeked his head in, hesitating.
“You awake?” he called softly.
“Hm?” came a soft reply. “Oh, yeah.”
Sam smiled, walking in to kneel beside her bed.
“Sup?” she asked, trying to kick the sweatshirts she had stuffed beneath the covers earlier off the other side of the bed. Sam didn’t seem to notice.
“Just… wanted to make sure you’re ok.”
She poked her chest experimentally. “It seems…. My heart is still beating… lungs- breathing….” Her stomach rumbled. “Fuel tank’s a bit low, but it should hold up ‘till breakfast… yep, seems I’m functioning normally.” She flashed a cocky smile.
“Not quite what I meant, but that’s good too.” He laughed, then sobered, “How’re you dealing with…. You know. The accident.”
Alex’s face fell, her eyes gazing guiltily at the floor. Luckily, it was too dark for Sam to see that. “It’s… still sinking in I guess. It’s hard to believe... I can’t comprehend that they’re really gone.” A sob rose in her throat, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
Sam’s eyes widened. A bit unsure of what to do, he patted her on the back. Alex sniffed, then grabbed Sam in a tight hug squeezing his shoulders tightly. She pulled back, rubbing her nose on her sleeve.
“S… sorry….” She sniffed.
“No, it’s fine.” He patted her hand, and suddenly his body went rigid as his mind was assaulted with images. Cybertronian symbols danced before his eyes, snapshots of Bee, Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, The twins, and every other Autobot he had ever seen were closely followed by the Decepticons; Starscream, Megatron, Barricade(shudder), and others he couldn’t name. He saw them transforming, fighting, shooting, all covered in those infuriating Symbols. And then it was gone. He gasped for a breath as his sight returned. Alex seemed to not notice. Perhaps it had just been his imagination, going crazy for just a second. Yes, that must have been it.
“Y…yeah. Thank you… Sam. You’ve helped me more than you know.” She offered him a weak smile, laying back down. “I’d better get to sleep, though. School and all that.”
Sam was still distracted by his two-second mental fit, but managed to stammer out a “hm? Oh, good night, kid.” He patted her arm before getting up, drifting out of the room in a daze.
“’night, Sam.” She said sleepily before curling into the covers, soft snores coming from the room a few minutes later.
Sam closed the door behind him, sliding to the ground to sit against it. He spent what seemed like forever sitting against that door, his head cradled in his hands, wondering what was wrong with himself.


Princeton sat in his squad-car, looking at the sky through his windshield. Stars and planets twinkled before him. There was nearly no sound except for one thing.
Princeton was humming.
It wasn’t really a tune, just a long, low note that shifted up and down a bit. The wind from the open windows carried it a short distance, but there was no-one one to hear it. He paused as a particularly bright shooting star passed by. But it was no shooting star.
The flash was reflected in his glasses, and his gaze followed it until it disappeared over the horizon. The radio in his patrol car switched on, giving off the sound of static, Princeton looked back at it with a scowl, and the radio switched back off. He needed to get that fixed.
Looking back to the sky, he stared at the spot where the object had hit for a few moments, but the falling star had disappeared.
“Hurry, little red…” he whispered. A few moments later, the spot where the car had been sitting was empty, two red tail-lights visible disappearing into the distance.

Battlefrost looked up at the stars, regret eating at her spark. She didn’t need to hurt the young ‘bot… did she? He was just looking out for her… she should apologize?
“Don’t bother, sweetie, what’s done is done. He thought you were weak. He’ll never make that mistake again, will he?” The program cooed, sounding almost amused. This sickened Battlefrost, that it could be so spark-less sometimes, but then again, killers couldn’t afford warm sparks.
Her comm.-link crackled as Starscream’s voice came through. “Scouts: initiate plan. Strike when ready.”
“Cabbie reporting. I’m ready.”
“Battlefrost is ready. All hail lord Megatron!” the femme tried to hide the lack of enthusiasm in her voice.
“All hail Megatron!” Came barricade’s voice.
She shut off her communication, giving the sky one last thoughtful gaze before transforming into a jet, shooting off into the night.