𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 | ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ

Chapter 7: The All Spark

"All right, here's the situation. You've all had direct contact with the NBEs." Simmons starts as he gives us the tour of the site, "NBEs?" One of the soldiers walking with us questions, "Non-Biological Extraterrestrials." I answer. All eyes turn to me and I boredly scan my surroundings, "Sector Seven has a thing for acronyms. Likes to make their entrance manual look like a damn code book." I snort. "Thank you, captain smartass," Simmons grunts, "Welcome Lieutenant jackoff." I shot back.

"What you're about to see is totally classified." The man in the suit calls, I glare at the giant frozen robot. "Dear God. What is this?" An older man in the suit questions, "We think when he made his approach over the north pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934." The other man in the suit lectures. "We call him NBE-One." Simmons refers, "Well, sir, I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know, but—I mean, that's Megatron. He's the leader of the Decepticons." Sam informs in a smartass fashion.

"He's been in cryostasis since 1935. Your great-great-grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind." The man in the suit informs, "Fact is, you're looking at the source of the modern age. The microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all reverse-engineered by studying him. NBE-One. That's what we call it." Simmons adds. "And you didn't think the United States military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?" The older man in the suit questions, I felt my muscles tighten as Simmons glanced over to me. "Until these events, we had no credible threat to national security." He answers.

I storm to the front of the group and grab him by his uniform, "Bullshit, You wanna know what really happened to NBE-one? Tell them Simmons, tell them about what my father discovered, tell them about how that information might have shut sector seven, how YOU COULDN'T HANDLE THAT AND KILLED HIM!" I scream, pulling on his uniform. Simmons glares at me, having called him out and put on the spot with people far above his pay grade as the audience. "Her father discovered that NBE-one was potentially harmful, he hardwired a chip taken from NBE-one and started a virus in our systems. He uncovered the nature of NBE-one is rooted through his technological DNA and that NBE-one would be a threat if he ever reactivated." Simmons confesses. I scoff and let go of his uniform.

"Congratulations son, Well you got one now and might have well doomed us." The older man in the suit gruffs, "So why Earth?" A soldier questions. "It's the All Spark." Sam answers, "All Spark? What is that?" The older man in the suit questions. "Well, yeah, they came here looking for some sort of cube-looking thing. Anyway, mister NBE-One here, a.k.a. Megatron, that's what they call him, who's pretty much the harbinger of death, wants to use the Cube to transform human technology to take over the universe. That's their plan." Sam reports.

"And you're sure about that?" Simmons questions, "Would be fucking be here if we weren't?" I snap, "You guys know where it is, don't you?" Sam mumbles, "You bet your ass they do." I scoff moving through the crowds again, "Follow me," I wave for then to follow. "How do you know all these things, you weren't even old enough to walk across the street by yourself when your father died." Simmons gruffs, "Well before he went 'AWOL' as you so affectionately put it, he poached Sector Seven files. Made copies of everything he could, photographs, charts, files, and of course the Hoover Dam floorplans." I smirk.

"You're about to see the crown jewel." I announce, "Woah." Sam awes at the cube. "Carbon dating puts the Cube here around ten thousand BC. The first Seven didn't find it until 1913. They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube as well as NBE-One. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete. A perfect way to hide its energy from being detected by anyone or any alien species on the outside." I inform looking up at the cube. "I spent years pouring over the cubes files alone, trying to decipher its symbols hoping it would be of some use to discovering other findings." I mumble.