TRANSFORMERS: I WILL NEVER DESERT YOU

SOMEONE TO LOOK UP TO

CHAPTER 4
Someone To Look Up To

Even after two days had passed, and all the things were bought, Bluestreak found he had to take Scott with him back to work. Due to it being nearly the end of summer, he still had nowhere to take him given school was out of session. And given things had been so hectic, he still needed to find himself a babysitter. But lucky for him, the Autobot base was very sparkling friendly, so getting the OK to bring Scott there didn't take much. Though he knew he would have to both keep an eye on him, and introduce him to those Autobots he trusted enough that he might send him off with for this to go off without a hitch.

As they entered the massive base in the heart of Autobot City, he watched as Scott took it all in. The base was quite impressive, being fifteen stories high, and made of reinforced steel. Bullet and lazerproof glass also adorned it, creating large windows that allowed a peek into the outside, though no one could see in. Many Autobots had arrived since Chicago, and thus many of them could be found walking around, while others were humans, who despite NEST ending, chose to work with them. Among them were Sam Witwicky, Carly Spencer, Colonel William Lennox, Master Sergent Epps, Maggie Madsen, Glenn Whitmann, Leo Spitz, and of course Seymour Simmons among hundreds of others.

"Th-h-h-his is where you work?" Scott questioned from beside his guardian. "I-I-It's huge!"

Bluestreak smiled at the boy, and nodded, crouching low to him. "Yep, bud, this is Autobot Central Command," He explained. "Pretty awesome, right? Back when... Well, your dad and I were working together, it would have been NEST base. But after that big fight in Chicago, the government decided it was time for us to run the fight against the Decepticons more than the other way around," He then stated. "Hence the city, and this place."

Scott cringed at the mention of Chicago, having known since he was little his father had died there. But he tried his best to keep his composure, he only barely remembered bits and pieces of his dad. Even though that hurt him it made pushing bad thoughts away easier. Bluestreak quickly caught sight, and put on a smile, motioning his charge along. "So anyway," Bluestreak cleared his throat slightly. "I've been working with all the Autobots since you went off to live with your aunt and uncle. I'm sure you've seen a lot of them, right?" He questioned. "Like Optimus Prime, he's on the news all the time.

"Y-Y-You know Optimus Prime?"

"Know him? Scotty, Prowl's Optimus's second-in-command, his right hand man," Scott's eyes bugged a little at his answer to which Bluestreak chuckled understandably. "I've known him since I was about your age in our years. His adopted youngling, Bumblebee, and I used to be playmates. Well I could go on and on, and brag, but that's not very me. Point is, the big guy is a very close family friend," He then added. "You'll probably get to even meet him one of these days."

Scott's eyes bugged even more at the thought of meeting Optimus Prime. Even among the humans, he was like a rock star these days. And to the ten year old, the very thought of being in the presence of the Autobot leader was exciting, although nerve wracking. Bluestreak simply smiled as he led him to an elevator, taking the long, tube-like object up to his floor and division. "So w-w-w-what do you do-o-o-o for the 'Bots?" Scott asked innocently.

Bluestreak tensed, how did someone explain their job as a sniper to a ten year old without terrifying them? He rubbed the back of his neck slightly, staring down at his godson quietly. "Well Scotty, I work with the 'Bots who do the real tough missions," He explained, figuring that was the best way to do it. "People like Bee, who is a scout and goes into the battlefield before we go in to make sure others are okay," He then added. "Mine is a bit more complicated, though. We can talk about it a little more when you're older."

Scott nodded his head slowly as the elevator dinged, and the two crossed into the special operations division. It was an undoubtedly busy morning for everyone, as they watched several people run back and forth, doing this or that. Scott noticed a variety of Autobots, and many more humans, but it was noticeably a smaller division. "Blue!" Scott jumped as a voice shouted out, and a yellow and black colored mech made his way from his station. "There ye are, ambre! I was getting worried about you," He greeted , though his soft blue optics soon moved to Scott too. "Ohhhhhh is this him? Smokey was telling me about him!"