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C168 I’m Star-Lord
🕑 Added 2024-08-22 06:43:31 +0000 UTCOptimus Prime's message echoed through the room once more, his deep voice filled with a sense of urgency and resolve.
“This is Optimus Prime… B-127… If you’re still out there, the Decepticons have discovered the location of the AllSpark. Our battle is far from over. Prepare for our arrival and secure the AllSpark at all costs. It must not fall into Megatron’s hands...”
The message began to loop, playing over and over as if desperate to reach B-127. The Autobot, still processing everything that had happened, felt a mix of relief and apprehension at hearing his leader's voice.
But his optics remained fixed on Peter, who stood calmly before him, holding the AllSpark—a sacred relic of his people. The fact that this non-Cybertronian could wield it was both astonishing and unsettling.
Peter, sensing Bumblebee's—or rather, B-127’s—continued unease, took a careful step forward, keeping his voice calm and measured. “That’s your name, isn’t it? B-127?” he asked, pretending to piece things together.
B-127 hesitated, his optics narrowing slightly as he studied Peter. After a moment, he nodded, the name bringing a sense of duty and familiarity amidst the confusion.
Peter nodded in return, as if processing this information. “Alright,” he said, offering a small smile. "Would it be alright if I call you Bee? You remind me of a bumblebee, and I think it suits you."
B-127—or Bee—didn’t seem to care much about the name. His focus was still on his surroundings, on the strange room he found himself in, and the two beings before him. He simply nodded, his optics flickering with uncertainty.
Peter sensed the tension in the air and knew that Bee still felt trapped, like a caged animal. “Bee,” Peter said gently, “do you want to leave this room? It seems like you think it’s a prison or something. We can go somewhere else if that’ll make you more comfortable.”
Bee’s optics shifted around the room once more, taking in the unfamiliar technology, the walls that hummed with energy. Slowly, he nodded, still unsure of who to trust but recognizing that staying here wouldn’t help him understand his situation any better.
Peter gave him a reassuring nod. “Alright then, follow me. However, you might have to change back into a Camaro to fit through the halls. This place isn’t exactly built for giant sentient robots.”
Bee corrected him almost automatically, “Cybertronian. I’m a Cybertronian.”
Peter chuckled lightly, appreciating the correction. “Cybertronian, got it. Let’s get you out of here.”
With that, Bee’s frame began to shift and fold back into the sleek yellow Camaro form, the transformation fluid and precise.
Rocket, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of fascination and wariness, finally let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. "Let’s hope this doesn’t turn into another disaster," he muttered under his breath, groaning as he took in the destruction Peter and Bee had caused in the room.
Peter glanced at Rocket, giving him a nod that clearly meant, ‘Let’s get moving.’ But Rocket shook his head. "You guys go on ahead. I need to fix the mess you’ve made," he said, gesturing to the broken panels lining the walls and ceiling.
"Right, sorry, Rocket," Peter apologized before leading the way. Bee followed closely behind, his engine purring softly.
As they left the cramped space, the tension in the air began to ease, though Bee still seemed a bit on edge.
…
As they arrived at the nearest hangar, Bee finally had enough room to stretch out. With a series of mechanical whirs and clicks, he transformed back into his humanoid form, standing tall within the expansive space.
Despite the newfound freedom, Bee still appeared uneasy. The Red Room's interior, with its metallic walls and corridors, felt too much like a prison.
Sensing Bee's discomfort, Peter moved to a nearby control panel and pressed a button. With a soft hum, the hangar doors began to slide open, revealing the open sky beyond. The bright light of the morning sun flooded the hangar, casting a warm glow on the cold, metallic surfaces inside.
Bee approached the edge of the hangar, his optics focusing on the vast expanse of clouds drifting lazily in the distance. The fresh air and the sight of the open sky seemed to calm him, if only slightly.
“Are we still on Earth?” Bee asked, turning to Peter, who had come to stand beside him.
Peter nodded, his gaze following Bee’s to the horizon. “Yeah, we are. This is just my base of operations. A floating fortress, you could say.”
Bee nodded slowly, his mind racing as he took in the view. He had thought for sure that he would be dead by now, his spark too damaged to sustain him for long. But somehow, he had survived, and it was all thanks to Peter and the AllSpark, of course.
As Bee stood there, his optics were drawn to the small object hanging around Peter’s neck. The AllSpark. It was unmistakable, though much smaller than he remembered. Where once it had been a massive, imposing relic, it was now a mere fragment of its former self, reduced to the size of a piece of jewelry.
Bee wondered anxiously, ‘Is it damaged? I hope not.’
Peter noticed Bee’s gaze lingering on the AllSpark and lifted it from his chest, holding it up for him to see. “Is this important to you?” he asked, his tone curious even though he already knew everything. “I don’t really know what it is, but it led me to you. That’s how I found you, actually. The people who gave it to me called it ‘the cube,’ but that’s about all I know. Other than the fact that it reacts to you guys—Cybertronians, I mean. And apparently, it can heal you, too.”
Bee’s optics softened as he processed Peter’s words. The AllSpark was more than just important; it was the very essence of Cybertron, the life force of his people.
It was hard to see it treated so casually, as if it were just another tool or trinket. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel grateful. Without Peter’s intervention, he wouldn’t be standing here now.
“That,” Bee began, his voice tinged with reverence, “is the AllSpark. It’s the source of all life on Cybertron. Every Cybertronian was created by it, and it holds the power to give life—and to take it away. It’s more than just a relic; it’s the heart of our entire civilization.”
To every Cybertronian, the AllSpark is revered as sacred.
Peter's expression changed as the weight of Bee’s explanation settled in. He already knew all of this, but he had to act like he didn’t.
“I see. So, this is what that guy in the message you received was talking about?” Peter asked, referring to the voice they had heard earlier.
Bee nodded, confirming Peter’s suspicion. “That was Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots. He sent me here to find and secure the AllSpark. It’s the last hope we have of ending the war with the Decepticons and restoring Cybertron.”
Peter pretended to take all of this in as if it were new information. “Decepticons? That name is a bit on the nose, don’t you think?” he remarked with a slight smirk.
Bee tilted his head, a look of confusion crossing his face. “Huh?”
Peter couldn’t help but chuckle at Bee’s innocence. “Decepticon… Deception… The name itself screams that they’re the bad guys,” he explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Realization dawned on Bee’s face, but he quickly shook his head. “Oh, I see what you mean. But on Cybertron, the name ‘Decepticon’ has nothing to do with the word ‘deception.’ Still, you’re correct—they are the bad guys...”
Peter raised an eyebrow. “So, what’s the story with them? How did things get so bad that this whole war started?”
Bee’s expression darkened slightly. “I’m the youngest of the Autobots, so I don’t know the whole story, just what my brothers have told me…”
"That’s fine," Peter shrugged. "Some information is better than none."
Bee seemed to agree as he began explaining what he knew, “Cybertron was once a peaceful planet, or at least I’ve heard it was. But over time, the ruling warrior class became corrupt. For some reason, warriors were favored over normal Cybertronian citizens. I never knew why though.”
”Unhappy with this corruption, Megatron rose up, challenging their authority. He believed that the only way to save Cybertron was through force, by overthrowing the current regime and taking control for himself.”
Bee’s voice took on a more solemn tone as he continued. “At first, many believed in Megatron’s cause—even Optimus Prime supported him, which was a big deal..." He paused, his gaze drifting into the distance. "When my brothers, the ones who were alive at the time, talk about this, they always seem both excited and oddly sad, which confused me at first. But for them, it was a magical time. They believed Megatron and Optimus would bring a new era of peace…”
“But as Megatron’s power grew, so did his thirst for more. He became ruthless, willing to destroy anyone and anything that stood in his way. It wasn’t long before he declared war on Optimus and the Autobots.”
Peter could see the sadness in Bee’s optics as he spoke. It was clear that the war had taken a heavy toll on him and his people. “And I’m guessing this war didn’t go so well for you guys if you had to send your most precious artifact here to Earth.”
Bee nodded, a note of worry creeping into his voice. “Yes… The war wasn’t going in our favor. The Decepticons were relentless, and Optimus knew that if the AllSpark fell into their hands, it would mean the end of everything we were fighting for. That’s why he sent it here—to keep it out of Megatron’s reach...”
Peter could sense the weight of the responsibility Bee felt. “And now that the Decepticons know where it is… It’s only a matter of time before they come here looking for it,” Peter said, finishing the thought that Bee didn’t voice.
Bee looked out at the horizon, the clouds drifting lazily by. “Yes. And if they find it… There’s no telling what they’ll do.”
Nodding, Peter took off his necklace and held it out, the cube glinting in the light as he looked at Bee. "I’m guessing I can’t keep this, even if I really want to. So, you can have it."
How could he keep the most sacred relic of Bee’s civilization? Though the greedy Sith side of Peter longed to keep the AllSpark for himself, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. 'Damn Jedi and their corrupting goodness…'
Bee stared at the AllSpark, surprised by Peter’s willingness to hand it over so freely. “?” Even among Cybertronians, the idea of relinquishing such a powerful object would be nearly impossible. But here was Peter, offering it up without hesitation.
Bee’s optics softened, his wariness towards Peter melting away. He had been cautious, unsure of this human—or whatever Peter was—who had wielded the AllSpark with such ease. But now, standing here with the open sky before them and Peter offering the AllSpark without a second thought, Bee realized how lucky he was to have been saved by someone like Peter. Had it been anyone else, things might have been very different.
"Thank you, Peter," Bee said, reaching out to take the AllSpark. He was touched by the gesture, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and respect for Peter.
But the moment the AllSpark fell into Bee’s hand, everything changed. The cube, which had been calm in Peter’s possession, suddenly pulsed with energy. The light emanating from it grew brighter, more intense, and before Bee could react, a searing current of energy shot through him.
"!" Bee’s optics widened in shock as the energy coursed through his body, every circuit feeling like it was being fried. He tried to hold on, but the pain was unbearable. A scream of agony escaped him as his knees buckled, sending him crashing to the ground.
A/N: 2100 words :)
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