*OLD* Woman and Machine I (TFP & Pacific Rim )

Chapter 25

Happy reading guys!

"It's not the goodbye that hurts, but the flashbacks that follow."

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Silence filled the room.

"So you're exiling us?!" Wheeljack spoke up after  a few moments, "After all we've done? For your pathetic kind!"

"You came here illegally. We never knew of your existence, except for the people in this base!" Mearing snapped at the wrecker. Pointing a finger up at him threateningly. Though it didn't scare the wrecker, he could easily squish this human if he wanted too.

Wheeljack took a few steps forward but was stopped by Optimus. He rested his servo on the white, red, and green mech's shoulder, gently pulling the wrecker back, "Stand down Wheeljack." His voice was commanding but held no emotion.

The wrecker shrugged off the Primes servo and walked off angrily. Bulkhead followed behind him. Glancing back at the other apologetically.

Koda was slumped back in her wheelchair, "So that's it huh?" She looked at Mearing, "After all they've done for you. You're just tossing them out?"

"They have helped keep this planet safe, Mrs.Shank. But they don't belong here. Nor do you, not anymore. You're a liability, Agent Fowler informed me of your condition," Mearing looked down at the younger woman. She jumped back when a large pede slammed down in front of her.

"We will respect what your government wishes. But under no circumstances will you speak that way to Koda," Optimus grumbled and stepped back. Mearing looked a bit nervous but held her stern face.

The older woman put her hands on her waist, "Very well..."

"Ma'am I don't mean to be a bother, but the Autobots have no way of leaving earth. And even with Ultra Magnus' ship, it can't hold all of the Bots'," Koda asked, trying to keep her cool in the situation, "Even so, if you do have a way to kick them off earth, how long do they have till they must leave?"

Mearing huffed, "I don't like being called ma'am. As for your questions, we have given the Autobots thirty six hours to collect their belongings and leave. And about transportation, it would be best to let your comrades show you...I will be waiting at the space station before their departure."(it's just like an hour away)

Without another word Mearing walked out of the hangar, no one did anything as they watched the Director of National Intelligence leave. A shadow seemed to be casted over the large room. No one moved an inch for a few moments.

CRASH!

"Mother fragging stupid aft human kind!" Everyone turned to see the broken sparking monitor. Along with the wrench that was stuck in the wall, "After what we've done for them. This is how we get repaid?! Exiled off of this rock...And it was starting to feel like a new home."

"There's gotta be something we can do," Smokescreen muttered.

Optimus shook his helm, "We cannot stay here. If we disobey this government's orders, then we would be hunted..."

Aries nodded her helm, "With the Cons' still out there we can't risk lowering our numbers more...We don't know who's still online or offline."

"Rumors of a strike force were heard when I was hopping from planet to planet. They kill both Autobots and Decepticreeps. Well, Cons' who turn good, even if it's for a moment. No one knows who they look like. Either they're blinded or killed." Wheeljack stated, he was now standing beside Bulkhead, "I had been planning to meet up with Brawn. But when I got to our meet up coordinates he was torn apart, left for scavengers..."