They run out of the room and to a door leading into a large hallway with other S7 workers running.
"Get everyone to the NBE-One chamber now!" Banachek yells out to everyone running. The S7 workers run towards the chamber while the others turn down a different hall. Banachek and Simmons lead the group down different hallways until they reach a large arms room.
The S7 agents and soldiers, including (Y/N) and Simmons, gear up themselves and multiple vehicles.
"Forty-millimeter sabot rounds on that table!" Simmons instructs the soldiers. (Y/N), now fully geared up, helps some of the men collect the ammo and load it into different guns. A loud crash is heard from the building, and the lights wobble and flicker causing everyone to stop what they were doing. Sam looks around the room and sees Simmons loading a gun and marches up to him.
"You got to take me to my car. You have to take me to my car. He's gonna know what to do with the Cube."
"Your car? It's confiscated," Simmons stammers as he continues to load up his weapon.
"Then un-confiscate it."
"We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing!"
"You don't know-" Sam tries to interject.
"Maybe you know, but I don't know," Simmons continues to ramble. Talking faster and faster.
"You just wanna sit here and wait and see what happens?"
"I have people's lives at stake here, young man!" Simmons yells at Sam. (Y/N) is finally fed up with Simmons and angrily walks up to him. They grab the collar of his shirt before slamming him against a nearby vehicle.
"Take him to his car!" (Y/N) yells. One of the S7 agents points a gun at (Y/N) so they grab their pistol out of the holster and point it back. Lennox raises his gun at the man pointing at (Y/N). "Drop it," he threatens. More S7 agents and soldiers raise their weapons and point them at each other. Banachek watched the commotion and tried to dissolve the situation.
"Drop your weapon, soldier. There's an alien war going on and you're gonna shoot me?" Simmons asked (Y/N).
"You know what, none of us ask to be here." (Y/N) glanced at Simmons before turning back to the man pointing a gun at them.
"I'm ordering you under S7 executive jurisdiction."
"S7 don't exist," Epps interupts, glaring over at Simmons.
"Right. And we don't take orders from people that don't exist."
"I'm gonna count to five," Simmons tries to threaten. But (Y/N) quickly jumps in and points their pistol at Simmons instead, "Well, I'm gonna count to three." Simmons and (Y/N) have an intense stare-down, neither of them stepping down.
"Simmons?" Sharp calls to him. Simmons looks over, "Yes, sir?"
"I'd do what they say. Losing's really not an option for these guys," Sharp told him, knowing full well what the team was capable of. Simmons looks back and forth between Sharp and (Y/N), thinking of his options. Not finding anything else to do, he nods.
"All right. Okay. Hey, you want to lay the fate of the world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool." (Y/N) lets go of him and everyone lowers their weapons. Most of the people stayed in the arms room while the original group followed Simmons.
A set of giant doors open to reveal Bee being strapped down to a giant table while a group of humans shock and freeze him. Bee lets out multiple cries of pain as the group runs in.
"No, no! Stop! You got to stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!" Sam yells as he, Mikaela, and (Y/N) run up to the men trying to freeze Bee. Banachek runs to the men at a console, yelling at them to stop. The men do as told and shut everything down and release Bumblebee.
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Transformers (2007)
Fanfiction(Y/N) makes it home from their deployment in Qatar just in time for their cousin to buy his first car. They expected a relaxing break, but end up with the opposite. Uses they/them pronouns and no love interest so everyone and anyone can enjoy.
