The AllSpark's Chosen

Chapter 27: The Chase Reveals the Truth

The roar of engines echoed through the darkened streets as **Sam**, **Mikaela**, **Saber**, and their robotic companions sped away from the glowing red eyes of the **Decepticon** chasing them. The situation had spiraled out of control. Moments ago, Sam had thought he was just getting to know his quirky car, but now, his life had taken a wild turn into something straight out of a nightmare.

Beside them, **Tempest**—the sleek black muscle car, Saber's creation—roared along the highway, keeping pace with Sam's Camaro. In the back of **Tempest**, **Patch**, still in his **Saint Bernard** disguise, crouched low, watching as the unfolding situation quickly grew more dangerous.

The sudden reality that **Barricade**, the Decepticon police car behind them, was not only a killer robot but also intent on capturing Sam for something as mundane as a pair of glasses left them all breathless with fear.

"Go, go, go!" Sam shouted, pressing the accelerator to the floor.

Mikaela twisted around in her seat, eyes wide with terror as Barricade's sirens blared and his metallic frame began shifting. "What is that thing?!"

"I don't know!" Sam screamed back, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.

"Why is it after you?!" Mikaela yelled.

Saber, sitting silently in **Tempest**, was just as baffled. He gripped the dashboard tightly, eyes darting between Tempest's steering wheel and the horrific sight of **Barricade** closing in fast. Something deep inside him told him this wasn't just an ordinary chase.

But before he could piece anything together, **Tempest's voice** came through the speakers, calm but tense. "Saber, I believe the time for subtlety has ended."

Saber blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"Look behind you," Tempest responded evenly.

As Saber turned, he saw it—**Barricade**, now fully transformed, his massive mechanical body smashing through the street, his claws reaching out toward them. Sparks flew from his joints, and his red eyes glowed with a sinister fury.

"Okay, definitely not normal!" Saber yelled, his heart pounding. "What the hell is going on?!"

Sam's Camaro swerved to avoid debris as Barricade's heavy footsteps cracked the road behind them. The monstrous Decepticon's voice echoed, demanding something that made no sense to any of them: "Where are the glasses, human?! Where is the eBay item?!"

Sam shot Saber a panicked look. "This is about my great-grandfather's glasses! Why does a giant robot need glasses?!"

Saber's mind raced. None of this made sense. They were being chased by robots, but for some reason, the glasses Sam had sold on **eBay** were involved. Saber didn't know how this fit with magic—or whether magic even had anything to do with it at all.

Suddenly, **Tempest** spoke again, his tone even more urgent. "Permission to reveal my true form, Saber?"

Saber was caught off guard. His true form? Saber had never even thought about what that could mean—he'd created **Tempest** during a moment of magical desperation, but had never fully understood what he'd done.

"Yeah, do it!" Saber finally yelled.

With that, **Tempest**'s sleek muscle car frame began shifting. Metal groaned and clicked as the car transformed. In seconds, the black muscle car had become a towering **Transformer**, his green optics glowing as he stood tall beside Sam's Camaro.

Sam and Mikaela both screamed in shock as Tempest's true form was revealed. Sam swerved the car and nearly lost control as Mikaela pressed herself against the seat.

"What... is... happening?!" Sam stammered, his voice shaking.

Saber, equally confused, was about to speak when Tempest's voice boomed from above. "Stay calm, humans. I will engage the hostile."

Tempest charged at **Barricade**, slamming into the Decepticon with a force that shook the ground. Barricade roared in fury, his red optics flashing as he lashed out at Tempest, their metal bodies crashing together.

"Sam! Mikaela! We have to run!" Saber shouted, realizing the situation had escalated beyond anything he'd ever imagined.

Just then, the yellow Camaro next to them screeched to a halt and transformed, revealing itself to be **Bumblebee**, the very car Sam had been driving.

Sam, his face pale, watched in utter disbelief as Bumblebee's form stood tall. "My car is a robot!" he yelled. "My car is a freakin' robot!"

Mikaela's jaw dropped. "What the hell is going on?!"

But there wasn't time to process. **Barricade** had recovered from Tempest's strike and was now tearing into the asphalt as he charged at Bumblebee. The yellow Autobot quickly engaged, grappling with the larger Decepticon in a flurry of metal punches and spinning blows.

Meanwhile, **Patch** leaped from Tempest, transforming from his **Saint Bernard** form into his **medical Transformer form**. Sleek and smaller than the other bots, Patch took up a defensive position next to Saber, his medical tools ready should anyone need them.

"We need to move!" Saber urged again, his voice frantic. "We can't stay here!"

Just then, a massive figure appeared, towering above the industrial zone. **Optimus Prime**, in his full truck form, roared onto the scene, his headlights cutting through the dust. As his truck transformed into his robotic form, **Ironhide**, **Ratchet**, and **Jazz** followed closely behind, each of them shifting into towering Autobots.

"Autobots, roll out!" Optimus commanded, his deep voice cutting through the chaos.

Sam and Mikaela froze in awe as **Optimus Prime**, the leader of the Autobots, stood before them. The massive red and blue robot's optics glowed with calm authority as he looked at the scene unfolding before him.

"Barricade," Optimus said, his voice firm, "You will not harm the humans."

Barricade snarled but hesitated. He was now outnumbered, and the fight had clearly shifted in favor of the Autobots.

Sam stared, his mind unable to process what was happening. "Who... who are they?" he whispered, looking at Bumblebee, Optimus, and the others.

Saber, just as confused, looked up at Tempest, trying to figure out what to do next. He had created Tempest and Patch through magic, but now they were involved in something so much bigger than he had ever anticipated.

Before Saber could even gather his thoughts, **Optimus Prime** looked down at them, addressing Sam, Mikaela, and Saber. "We are the **Autobots**, sentient beings from the planet **Cybertron**. We have come to Earth seeking to protect it from the **Decepticons**."

Sam's eyes widened. "Wait... you're aliens?"

Mikaela blinked. "Sentient robots?"

Saber was completely floored. **Aliens?** **Robots?** His mind raced. Magic he could understand—but this was something entirely different.

Optimus Prime continued, "We fight to protect your planet. The Decepticons seek to destroy it in their quest for power. They must not succeed."

The weight of Optimus's words sank in, but Saber still couldn't stay quiet. "Wait," he said, stepping forward, "This doesn't make any sense. I—"

But before Saber could explain, **Barricade** roared in fury and charged forward, his red optics glowing as he prepared for a final strike.

"**Get down!**" Optimus ordered, his voice booming.

With a swift motion, Optimus and Bumblebee intercepted Barricade, their blows colliding with the Decepticon and sending him crashing to the ground, defeated.

The danger was over—for now.