Beeps and Buzzes

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Tourists could only stop and wonder over the hulking alien corpse that fell from nowhere. Deciding that they couldn't get out of there quick enough, evacuating without prompt as soon as soldiers parachuted from above.

What followed next was otherworldly back up; Allied with a squad of Autobots, varying in colours and sizes each armed to the teeth, whatever battle was to come next promised extensive property damage.

Enemy swarming in from all areas, swiftly bringing a reckoning of plasma cannons. Some brawled in large spaces, caring not for who got trampled. Others attempted to be strategic, just to realise that there was no time nor luxury for such foreplay.

Facing all this, you ran headlong into the fray. You held reservations about this. Multiple, actually. Only thing spurring you on was blind belief in some Alien you'd never met, plus a need to hang close to your only form of protection.

Also, you didn't want to get stranded in Egypt.

High tailing it across dirt roads, ascending from below in a great arc came a red flare that was decidedly your groups signal. Sam (as if everybody else were blind) gawked, jabbing a shaky finger towards the unmistakable beacon "the flare! You see it -"

Cut off abruptly thanks to a explosion forcing Bee to swerve, colliding with a barrage of alien grenades. Each one aimed in attempt to slaughter with heaps of prejudice and century long bias.

By mercy of blind, idiotic, luck in its rawest form... Nobody was harmed, every single shot dodged with surgical precision. Clinging onto your seatbelt, pressing against the seat, fuelled by enough adrenaline to overlook Simmons elbowing your ribs.

"Oh god, please! No! Please God!" Leo blabbered, tearing up, by far the loudest amongst a choir of panicked voices.

Reaching her limits, Mikaela started to yell. Sam accompanying her in this symphony, Bee narrowly missing one more explosion miraculously nit getting distracted by all his backseat drivers "somebody shut this guy up!"

"Please, no!" Leo, for all many flaws, had every right to be fearful. You'd sure as hell be reacting identically. Different was, whilst Leo was all talk no bite you fully understood the consequences of your actions.

There was no way - alien battlefield or no - you were going to scream, weep, or break down when there was still a ton of shit to do!

Namely, assist in preventing this world and those idiots holed up upon it from facing total annihilation. Doing so by means of heavily implied necromancy, at that.

Prepared to smack your buddy, Simmons snapped first and beat you to it "that's it!" tasering your friend till he fell limp "I couldn't take that guy anymore!"

"Your really getting mileage on that thing" grip becoming ironclad after that offhand comment, pushing for a greater distance between you both "Hey, uh, do me a favor and keep that away from me"

Waving his illegally obtained device in your durectiob, Simmons answered "just don't get hysterical like Mr Hotshot, and you'll be fine"

Good to know.

Just shy of reaching the rendevouz point, a jet engine clapped like thunder echoing throughout this sand ridden battleground. Regretting peering back over your shoulder, unable to count how many missiles were hounding your pitifully small rescue party.

Shit.

Barrage met wuth evasive actions, ALT modes darting all ovdf the place in a bid to avoid as many as feasibly possible; peeking into the wing mirror, terror twins splitting away in attempts to lessen the targets.