Meant to Bee

Chapter 3: Return to Earth

In the quiet recesses of his recharge chamber, Hivemus Prime lay in stasis, enveloped in a realm of dreams that carried him far beyond the metallic confines of his room. As he slumbered, visions of a remarkable young woman named Charlie Watson danced through his circuits. An inexplicable longing drew him to her, a desire to forge a connection and explore the depths of her enigmatic essence.

As the first rays of morning light crept into his quarters, Hivemus Prime stirred, rising from his berth with a sense of purpose. A visit to the command room beckoned, where the hum of machinery and the scent of Energon permeated the air. The Autobots' base, a hive of activity, was about to be thrust into a new and unforeseen challenge.

The serenity of the morning, however, was shattered by the blaring alarms of the Autobots' main computer. The Autobot Commander, Ultra Magnus, and a cadre of his warriors—Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Hound, Brawn, and Whirl—converged upon the command room to decipher the urgent message.

Ultra Magnus, a stoic figure of authority, addressed the assemblage. "It seems that our computer has detected two Decepticon life signals located on Earth."

Bulkhead voiced a concern, "I wonder if those 'Cons are up to something." Wheeljack, more optimistic, mused, "I hope it's not something bad. I mean, the Decepticons are on our side now. So why make a big deal about it?" However, Ultra Magnus, ever vigilant, responded with a note of caution. "The computer says that these Decepticons are not on our side." Whirl interjected, "Who are they, and what are they doing on Earth?" The Autobot commander, decisive in his actions, declared, "I'm not sure, soldier. But I suggest we travel to Earth and find out for ourselves. Bulkhead? Wheeljack? Hound? Whirl? Brawn? Come with me. We are taking my ship towards Earth."

Hivemus Prime, the eager observer, spoke up, "Commander, wait! What about me? Can I come?" Ultra Magnus nodded, "Sure you can, soldier. Though I suggest you bring the Sword of Primus with you." The young Autobot, elated at the prospect of joining their mission, exclaimed, "Really? You mean that I get to travel to Earth with you guys?" Brawn, offering a gruff but encouraging response, chimed in, "But of course, kid. It's been a long time since we've been on a mission to save the day."

Ultra Magnus, concluding the preparations, emphasized, "Whoever these Decepticons are, let's just hope that they're on our side. And if not, then we must arrest them. Wheeljack? Bring a few stasis cuffs."

Wheeljack saluted, "Yes, sir!" The stage was set, and the Autobots prepared to embark on a journey that would once again test their mettle against the forces of uncertainty and danger.

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Meanwhile on Earth...

In the shadowy corridors of Sector 7's headquarters, where secrets whispered, and the air hummed with the weight of classified information, Agent Simmons briskly approached Agent Burns' office. The urgency in his voice was palpable as he entered, clutching a piece of paper that seemed to carry the gravity of impending events.

"Sir? Sir. I thought you'd want to see this immediately," Simmons declared, his tone cutting through the sterile atmosphere of the office.

Agent Burns, a man accustomed to the unexpected, turned his attention to the proffered document. His eyes scanned the contents, absorbing the information held within the printed lines. A subtle furrow etched his brow before he shifted his gaze to Simmons, seeking confirmation.

"They sure?" Agent Burns inquired, a sense of responsibility lining his every word.

"Yes, sir. Two of them just made contact in Texas. Intel says they're heading west fast," Simmons affirmed, his demeanor reflecting the gravity of the situation.