Transformers Revenge of The Fallen: Descendant's Fortune

Chapter 17.

Just as quickly as she left, Mikaela climbed down the steps with a metal tool box, locked and chained together. It left me in shock and guessing as to what secret she held in such a impounded item. She made her way towards us and slammed it on the table and the object inside slammed back in response, or rather, someone.
"Let me out!" A little male voice cried from within and I would've almost felt bad and took over the situation immediately, if it had not been a possible Decepticon inside.
"This is a little sad." Mikaela said.
She opened the box and instantly a little blue robot, with chains tied around him, screamed as it lunged towards me across the tabletop. Everyone else yelled and exclaimed in terror, except me near the table side.
I hardly flinched as the little menace could hardly reach me with his tiny arms, my knife wielded in defense as a precaution. One of his small red eye is glowing in fury and the other one seemed broken.
Did she do that?
"I will have so many Decepticons on all of your asses!" The little bot screamed to the room.
"Yeah? You and what army?" I taunted him calmly, yet, firmly. "You think they would care about their own kind, let alone one so minuscule as yourself?"
"Fuck off! Psycho kid." He growled at me angrily. Well, at least the news got around. I rolled my eyes at the bot's comment.

The chains rattled violently as Mikaela held him back and finally yanked him closer to her. She whipped out a small handtorch from a different box compartment and lit the flame near his eyes.
Damn!
"Hey! Behave!" She threatened.
"So that's it? This is your Decepticon?" I asked uneasily, still baffled by the whole scenario. I wasn't afraid of the little guy, but I knew to be cautious and not take any chances.
The bot was small and basically helpless, but I knew he was no Autobot. No, he was more like Mikaela's robotic pet.
"Yes." Was all she answered.
"What are you doing to him? Puppy training?" I asked sarcastically.
"Trying." She answered again.
I don't think much of these humans, but this woman is completely something else. If I attempted this mess, I'd be dead! I thought since I knew the risk of messing with the enemy. No matter how big or small they could be armed and capable of anything. If I ever witnessed or suspected any Decepticons near or around me, I had to report it right away. Almost like stranger danger. Could thank Optimus and Lennox for those lessons.
"Jesus, I spent my whole life searching the entire world for aliens, and you're carrying one around like a purse chihuahua." Simmons said as he stared obsessively in shock at the little bot.

"You want to throw down, asshole?" The tiny Decepticon threatened. "And you! What are you looking at princess?!"

I squinted my eyes at the bot and pushed my knife closer to him. "Watch it, Tinkerbell."
"Oh," he said prolonged the response, putting his hands up mockingly. "You think you're all tough with that fancy Energon blade. Cute, real cute."
"Hey, look at me." Mikaela said softly in a baby voice.
"What? What do you want?" He said turning around quite aggrevated.
"Look, I'm sorry about your eye. But, if you're a good boy, I won't torch your other eye. Just tell me what these symbols are, please?"
The Decepticon's good eye darted to the pictures she pointed to on the tables and seemed rather interested.
"Hm. Oh. I know those. That's the language of the Primes."

Primes? There's more besides Optimus? He said it was a title, an identity, but he's not the only one? Is there more to being a Prime than being called one?
"Oh, yeah, I don't read them. But these guys do. Where did you find all these photos?" The bot continued and asked.
"Is this them?" Sam asked as he glided to the table, picking up one of the pictures.
"Yeah. The Seekers, pal. Oldest of the old."
"I knew it. See, ancient Transformers." I said with a small proud grin and dropped it just as quickly so no one could see.
"Little warrior kid is right, they've been here thousands of years looking for something. As to what, I don't know. Nobody tells me anything, but these guys they'll translate it for you. But, I do know where to find them." Said the bot as he contiuned to explain.
"Show us. If this has anything to do with a Prime, then we want answers." I demanded. "We need to know. I need to know."
Sam exchanged a concerning look at me, but I stared at him seriously.

"Yeah, yeah, Toots." The bot then said.

"Kiaria." I said shortly. "That's Kiaria, or Kia, to you, Thumbelina."

"Then the name's Wheelie, or Wheels to you, kid."
The bot and I stared in loathing at one another for a good second before he turned to face a random map, pinned to a nearby wall, and fired various lasers from his eye to highlight diferrent locations on the country.
"The closest one is in Washington D.C.." Simmons said in observation.
"Then we better hurry." Sam replied.
Everybody gathered what they could of supplies, while I left the freezer bunker and ran ahead out of the shop. I made sure IronLuck was strapped as I bolted out the doors to Bumblebee, climbing in the backseat first. I felt relieved to be alone for a hot minute, feeling safe with an Autobot again and left to my thoughts on our new situation.

Something is not right on how this all played out. If these Decpticons, or anyone else, knows anything about these so called Primes. Surely, this is all connected to Optimus and whatever Sam has tumbling around his head. They had a reason to take him away from me, beside Megatron's supposed revenge, and I'm not going to mope anymore until I figure out how and why. This is my war now. For my home. For my family. For Optimus.