This is just a rough draft. Give me some feedback. Driller’s Log, December 27, 1958 Today started off the same as any other here, cold, and I felt no different about this project than I did a year ago when it started. My platoon and I had been freezing our butts off to help make those rich guys in Washington even richer when we came across something amazing. We were originally told that we were deployed to this God-forsaken ice-pit as a matter of national security regarding the oil reserves, but the longer we’ve stay here the more interesting things have gotten. What we have found could prove to be far more a threat than this world could have ever imagined. This place that was renowned for being very rich in natural resources has proved to be rich in discoveries as well. And this last discovery may prove quite dreadful. Based on what we were originally told about this Alaska having ten times the oil of the state of Texas by Senator Lyndon Johnson, we assumed our mission was to set up oilfields and at first we did just that. But unbelievably the oil in this place was not the reason for our presents. Hit down honey, this is big. We have discovered an alien craft manned by a 30-foot tall robot. This information is top secret and I’m afraid that because of it some of us may not be allowed to leave. So if I am one of them, I want you to know how much I truly love you and that the eighteen years we’ve been together have been the best years of my life. Tell Chip that I love him and how proud I am to call him my son and please, pray for us all. I’ve missed you guys so much over the last year. I can’t wait to hold you in my arm again be it in this life or in the great by and by. Yours Truly, Sergeant Chase Somewhere in Northern Alaska “Mr. Bartlett, why are you still wasting this nation’s time? Our men have been toiling on that God-forsaken tundra for over a year now, when is this grand discovery of yours going to rear its head?” “Mr. President I assure you that in due time we will all be reaping the benefits of my findings if we can manage to wrestle this land away from the Soviets.” “I am well aware of your affinity for this frozen frontier Mr. Bartlett and the more time you waste on delivering your promise the more I tend to believe that this whole discovery is no more than a ploy to get the US government to grant Alaska statehood and get your pockets lined with tons of cash.” “President Eisenhower how dare you insult my character! I have been nothing but honest with you from the beginning. The photographs I submitted were not doctored in any manner and the military technology my chief scientist Dr. Archibald shared with you from our discovery can best be described as out of this world, yet you still doubt and disparage my sincere efforts. My patience grows thin Mr. President; either you take action to have Alaska become part of the United States immediately or if you prefer stand by idle and allow the Soviets to discover what I have been trying to hide from them for the past two years.” “As you wish Mr. Bartlett, Alaska will be a state by no later than May of the upcoming year. But be warned, if this discovery of yours doesn’t pan out you will regret the day you were ever born!” President Eisenhower stated before hanging up the phone in the Oval Office. “Dr. Archibald have you been able to uncover any new information from the wreckage?” Mr. Bartlett asked as he stepped away from the telephone. “I have found something amazing indeed sir! It seems the weapons we discoverer last year were not left here alone. My soldiers have unearthed what appears to be a flying vessel of some sorts. Behold.” The Dr. stated as he lead Mr. Bartlett through the 30 mile per hour winds and the snow that was falling heavily to the sight of their most recent discovery. “Great Scott, this is most amazing.” Bartlett said as he gazed at the massive white flying machine that was still halve way wedged in the landscape. “So this is the war machine from which the weapons we found came from, amazing.” “Not only that sir, but there’s bigger news.” The doctor stated. “And what news could possibly trump this doctor?” “That.” Dr. Archibald said as he pointed to the cockpit of the now thawing flyer. “Oh my God, it has a passenger, a really big passenger!” “It appears that the passenger is some sort of humanoid cyborg Sir, and judging from the looks of it this cyborg must be at least 30 feet tall.” The doctor responded. “An alien robot on in our world. We need to round up the soldiers who found this vessel and make sure they have no contact with the outside world. This information cannot be leaked at any cost.” Pausing to take everything in Bartlett began again, “Do you know what this means doctor?” “Yes Mr. Bartlett, it means that there is much more to our discovery than meets the eye.” Dr. Archibald stated as he gazed through the snow at the alien craft. During this time the men assigned to Drill Project Alaska were huddled up around a fire in the makeshift mess hall. The platoon consisted of about forty soldiers, none of them ranking any higher than Gunnery Sergeant or Private. Chief among them was Darryl Chase, the head of the platoon. He was the only constant throughout this mission. Other soldiers had come and gone but he’d been there from day one and he had a funny feeling that he would not be leaving any time soon. “Private Witwicky I hear you got your walking papers yesterday, what are you still doing here? Sergeant Chase inquired as the approaching Private met him outside the exit. “The snow-rover I was using malfunctioned so rather than stay out in the cold alone I decided to come back to camp.” The Private responded. “That may have been a mistake Private.” The Sergeant stated. “ You picked a really poor time to return Private.” “What are you talking about Sir?” “Today we discovered something the higher ups aren’t thrilled about letting leak out. So if no one knows you’re hear, I suggest you leave right now before they make you stay here and rot with the rest of us.” “I don’t understand..” “You don’t have time for questions Witwicky, just leave now and take this with you.” The Sergeant said as he handed a photo to Private Witwicky. “Okay….. Sir.” “Can you do me a favor son?” The Sergeant asked as he placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Take this letter to my wife for me, please.” “It will be my pleasure Sir. May The Lord be with you.” The young Private said as he left hastily. “May The Lord be with us all. Now hurry.” Sergeant Chase said aloud as he stared off into the distance. **** A sign reading “Welcome to Roseburg’s 3rd Annual 4th of July Celebration hung across main street in downtown Roseburg, a small southwest Oregon town. The citizens of Roseburg decided to make this celebration an annual event two years prior to commemorate the area’s WWII Veterans. It seemed that every year at this event some long missed soldier would return to the awaiting embrace of family members just dying to see him again, and 1959 was no different. Soldiers who had been deployed everywhere from Germany to the Philippines returned home on this joyous day parading around on floats decorated in red, white, and blue. Fireworks exploded into brilliant light the soldiers who were considered the pride of Roseburg descended from their posts in the parade to seek out the awaiting embrace of loved ones. For Private Carl (Sparkplug) Witwicky, this moment was bittersweet. He was glad to be done at long last with his odyssey in the frozen wilderness, but at the same time disappointed that he was not able to meet the warm embrace of his loved ones. Sparkplug was a native of Eugene, but at the age of 12 he and his family moved to Roseburg so his father could work in the mines just outside the town. His father instilled in him the value of hard work. Everyday his dad would get up at five in the morning and head to the mines not returning home until nine or ten that evening and begin the cycle again the next day. The only day Sparkplug’s dad did not work this grueling schedule was on Sundays when the family would go to church and come home and enjoy time together. His father was a stern man who believed in the blood, sweat, and tears mentality. He insisted that Sparkplug grow up fast and take care of himself and his mother and conduct himself like a man at all times. Kind words and encouragement were completely foreign to the elder Witwicky, so the only bond he and his son could share was their passion for hard work. This passion would ultimately prove to be the death of Carl’s father. After less than two years in the mines, the hard way of living finally overwhelmed Carl’s dad to the point that he had a massive heart attack and passed away at the age of 41, leaving behind a 14 year old son and a pregnant wife. Carl and his mother grew closer during this painful time and as the days dawned for her to be delivered, tragedy again struck. Jeneen Witwicky went into premature labor seven months into her pregnancy, and much to the dismay of the town doctor as well as her only son, the baby boy was lost, and so was his Carl’s mother. So at the age of 14 he was left alone to fend for himself. The angry teenager was not suited for school, so he dropped out hoping to make himself useful as the town repairman. He could fix just about anything, and that’s how he earned the nickname, Sparkplug. His talents made him handy to have around, but he still did not have anyone in his life that he could really get close to. That all changed one faithful day when late one afternoon Sparkplug was hanging out by the mines and saw a kid walking dangerously close to the area marked by a sign that read, danger rockslide hazard. “Hey kid, you’d better get away from there before you get killed.” Sparkplug warned to no avail as the chubby little fella kept playing carelessly in the area. “I mean it kid you’re gonna get hurt if ya.” Sparkplug paused as he heard the sound of falling debris. “Look out! Sparkplug exclaimed as large boulders began landing around the young boy. Without a second thought Sparkplug rushed to the boy’s aid through the rocks that were pelting him from above only to arrive a split too late as a large stone landed on the boy’s right leg crippling him. The kid screamed out in agony as Sparkplug lifted the stone from his leg. The pain was more than the youngster could bear and after a minute or two of yelling he passed out. Sparkplug carefully picked the kid up and carried him back into town to the local hospital. It was at the hospital that Sparkplug met someone who would give his life new meaning. Chip’s father, Darryl Chase really took a liking to Sparkplug, partly because Sparkplug rescued his son, and partly because Sparkplug reminded him of himself in years gone by. The Chase family sort of adopted Sparkplug from that point on, and Sparkplug found in Darryl Chase, whom he affectionately called Serge, the friend and father figure he had been lacking. As the years went by, Serge and Sparkplug grew closer. Serge made such an impact on Sparkplug that the young man decided to follow in his mentor’s footsteps and become a soldier, and that is how Sparkplug ended up in Alaska. The reason Sparkplug was returning to Roseburg was not for the accolades of being a hero, but to keep a promise made to a respected and loved friend. Roseburg had mostly bad memories for Sparkplug so when he left on his first tour of duty he vowed not to return the place that he had experienced so much pain in unless he had a good reason to return. His return was not an expected one, but he knew that the people he had returned to see would be waiting with hopeful expectations of seeing someone; and although he was not that someone, he did still look forward to seeing the one family that gave a damn about him. As he began his decent from the final float in the parade, a chubby teenager in a wheel chair recognized him. “Sparkplug, Sparkplug, I can’t believe it it’s you!” The young man stated. “Chip, it’s great to see you.” Sparkplug replied as he darted towards the boy and his mother. “Mom look, it’s Sparkplug.” Chip shouted trying to get her attention. “Spa, Sparkplug, oh my God it’s you. Wow. You’ve really grown up!” The woman said. “Is Serge on the way?” She asked hopefully. “Mrs. Chase, I’m sorry but Serge didn’t get his release this time, but he is okay and he told me to tell you and Chip that he misses you and that he will be coming back real soon.” Sparkplug said as he watched Mrs. Chase hold back tears. “What’s that in your hand Sparkplug? Chip asked. “It’s nothing, nothing at all.” Sparkplug said as he clutched the letter he received from Serge tightly in his left hand. “You may be a soldier, trained for combat and in not giving away classified information Sparkplug, but you still can’t lie to me. Now tell me the truth; How is Darryl?” Mrs. Chase responded. “He told me to give you this.” Sparkplug said as he unwrapped the envelop he held behind his back and handed the note inside to her. “Thank you son.” She replied somberly, “Now let’s get you home so you can have a good meal.” “That’ll sure work for me.” Chip replied as the trio made their way to the Chase house with classified information in their gasp. ****** Summer 2004, Northern Alaska “I have dealt with my share of presidents over the past half century and I must say, you are by far the stupidest one of the lot.” An angry voice stated. “I can no longer tolerate such foolishness. You must be punished for your shortcomings Mr. President.” “There will come a day when your threats will be paid back to you Doctor.” The president responded. “Oh really.” The old man responded with a chuckle, “That’s what Kennedy said in the summer of 63’. Tell me, how is it that you plan to bring about my demise when you can’t even find and capture a misfit like Osama Bin Laden? And further more, if you are so foolish as to believe that he was the brain behind the biggest terror organization in the world you are dumber than I originally thought.” “You wouldn’t have dared!” “Wouldn’t I? Your selection of vice president and your theft of the 2000 election could not go unpunished. That oil baron that you chose as your running mate caused too many eyes to focus their attention toward the great northwest, and for that someone had to pay!” “Why so many innocent lives? Why!” “There are no innocents Jr., only friends, foes, or pawns like good ole Mr. Bartlett and your predecessor from Arkansas. Why do you think your country was so prosperous during his presidency?” The doctor responded. “What is it that you want Doctor, what punishment do you have in mind now?” The president replied. “That is for me to know, and for you to experience.” “If you think I’m gonna sit around while you threaten me you’ve got another thing coming asshole! I’ve had enough of your threats. I’ve got a mind to send the damn infantry to end your operation once and for all.” “I dare you.” The doctor responded as he ended the communication and proceeded to press a series of buttons that opened a door revealing a object about 9 feet wide and 5 feet tall with a soft pulsating light at its center encased in metal with handles extending from each side. The object was hanging in the center of the room with wires and cable attached to it. One of those wires led to the console the doctor approached. After less than a minute the doctor had finished his task on the console and he exited the room with an evil smile on his face and went back to the communicator to dial up the president again. “What do you want now Doctor? The president asked after answering the secret line. “Let this be a lesson to you and to any that dare threaten me Mr. President.” “What are you talking about?” “Your answer will be found in Southeast Asia in a matter of hours. Now call those troops of yours headed this way back before you make me angry.” He said before severing the connection a second time. **** “We interrupt your regularly scheduled program for this breaking news report.” A voice on the infirmary TV stated. “Hey Serge, wake up, something horrible just happen, check it out.” A middle aged mad said to 78-year-old Darryl Chase who was lying in his makeshift bed as the two of them tuned in to the news report. “This just in, tragedy has once again struck our world on an epic scale. Reports out of Southeast Asia are that hundreds, no thousands, maybe even tens of thousands may have perished in a tsunami disaster. Reports are that a portion of ……” The report continued. “That madman! God help me I am going to see him pay for his sins if it’s the last thing I do!” Serge said out loud. “How do you know Archibald had anything to do with it Serge? It could very well have been an unfortunate natural disaster. Those things happen you know.” The man responded. “You may be right, but I can’t help but point the finger at Archibald every time something like this happens. I’ve seen first hand what he’s capable of.” “So have I Serge, so have I.” “You know Buster, we’ve been stuck here now for over 45 years, been exposed to alien technology, and even have been given the answers to some of this world greatest mysteries; nothing should surprise me anymore; but every time something like this happens it makes me question all the answers I thought I knew.” Serge stated. “I know what you mean, but what are we to do? We are a dying breed, men without families, friends, or anything for that matter that’s not tied up in this frozen tundra. Sometimes I think we’d all just be better off dead.” Buster responded. “How can you say that! Serge shouted. “Just because I haven’t seen my wife and my boy in nearly half a century does not mean they do exist. My prayer has always been that one day I’ll get to see my son, and hold my wife, and damn it if it’s the last thing I do, I will!” All of a sudden sirens began blaring and lights blinked on and off throughout the compound. “Emergency alert, emergency alert, evacuate the premises, evacuate the premises.” “I knew it was Archibald, every time he uses that, that thing something goes haywire.” Serge stated as he walked out of the dormitory amidst screams of panic. He remembered the first time the doctor had tried to tap into the power of the alien relic to manipulate natural events and the chaos that ensued around the compound. “Hey Buster.” “What is it Serge?” “Do you recall the last incident?” “How could I forget, I would have died had it not been for you.” “Do you remember what happened to the alien ship?” “The ship? Oh yeah, I do, the thing started powering up I think.” “Well I remember, and that thing definitely did power up, and I’m willing to bet that it will power up this time as well.” Serge replied. “So what? What does that have to do with us?” “I worked on that thing for almost 30 years. I repaired it, I decoded it, and I’ll bet I can fly it.” “Fly it, Serge have you gone mad! Need I remind you that that ship is not of this world. And just as importantly if you can fly the thing, how are you going to fuel it? We haven’t discovered what makes it tick yet.” “If it powers up than it has some juice in reserve. I’ll take my chances if it doesn’t.” “If you fail,” Buster said solemnly as he watched his stubborn friend walk toward the bunker where the ship was held, “Archibald will see to that you and everyone who you ever loved suffers.” “The whole damn world has suffered for almost 50 years Buster, and quite frankly I’m tired of being helpless to do anything about it. I’m taking the ship.” “Damn it old man, if you’re going out, I’m coming with you.” Buster replied as they made their way into the restricted area where the ship was supposed to be resting as the others cleared the compound in a chaotic manner. “Looks like you were right, the ship seems to have a little life in it.” “A little life, the lights on that thing are blinking so brightly that I can barely see. Let’s find a way to get on that thing without getting killed.” The sergeant stated as the two men approached the ladder leading up to the cockpit of the lively white alien air cruiser. “And just what do you two fools think you’re doing!?” a voice entering the hanger stated. “Come down from there this instant Sergeant Chase.” The voice continued once he recognized whom it was boarding the alien craft. “Archibald, your days of ordering me and my men around will soon come to an end.” “As will your life if you defy me Chase! Come down now!” “Go to hell Archibald.” Serge said as he pressed some buttons he hoped would cause the craft to take flight. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this old man.” Buster said in a panic as the craft started to power up. “What are you doing to my machine Chase!” Archibald said beginning to quivering as the craft started to levitate. “Where’s getting outta here Buster.” The old sergeant said as he manipulated the oversized controls of the white space ship, which zoomed through the ceiling of the hanger and into the Alaskan sky. “Doctor are you okay?” a young man helping the doctor to his feet asked. “I’m fine. That fool stole my ship. He’ll pay dearly for this. Stop standing around and alert Air Squad 4 to this occurrence and have them track the thieves down. I’ve got to get that craft back before it’s destroyed.” “Yes sir doctor.” The young man said as the old doctor scowled in the direction of the departing spacecraft. Other than a turbulent flight, the escape was going better than Serge and Buster had hoped. The duo had managed to distance themselves from the compound without being blasted from the air, and Serge was able to fly the alien machine even better than he’d imagined he could. “Does this thing have any radar or tracking capabilities?” Buster asked. “Because you know that that madman has his cronies following us.” “So what, Archibald would dare take aim at this ship, it means too much to him.” Serge responded. “Glad to hear that you are so confident. I, on the other hand need to be able to track who’s following us so I say we find out which of these switches activates the radar.” “Don’t touch anything Buster, who knows what those controls are for.” “You want me to be careful and not touch anything after what you pulled, gimme a break. This looks like the right button to push.” Buster said as he pushed a purple button next to what looked like a huge video screen. “What did you do that for? I told you not to touch anything.” Serge said as the screen buzzed to life and the controls of the craft no longer allowed him to manipulate them. “Autopilot override, unauthorized activity detected. Non-cybernetic life forms detected, system 10 percent functional, 25%, 50%, maximum functionality of 70% reached, low on energon, diagnostic complete.” A computerized voice said as the two frightened men listened helplessly. “Free at last, it feels good to be back in the skies!” A robotic voice said. “Who said that?” The men asked. “The better question is who you two organics trying to apprehend me are.” “Show yourself!” the men said in a panic. “You organics are fascinating. My odor intake processor is sensing a change is the PH of the two of you. I guess Starscream was right in his hypothesis; you can smell fear in organics. No need to panic, I mean you no harm.” “You still haven’t told us who you are.” Serge said with hesitation. “My name is Jetfire, former officer in the Decepticon Empire. Do you two have names?” “Ya—yes,” the old man said, “My name is Chase, Darryl Chase, and my friend here is called Buster.” “Why did you apprehend me, and how were you able to operate my systems while I was in stasis?” “Stasis?” the men questioned. “Look, Jetfire,” Serge began, “we’re sorry for stealing your ship, but it was a matter of life and death. We ask for your sincere pardon and request that you allow us to leave your vessel unharmed.” A chuckle erupted from the mechanical voice the two men had been conversing with. “You two have no idea do you? There’s more to this ‘ship’ than meets the eye.” “That’s all get and good, but it looks like we have a big problem outside the ship.” Buster stated as he looked at the large monitor screen that displayed a squadron of Archibald’s war jets closing in. “Looks like I’ve got some company in the skies boys. Buckle up, if the get hostile I may get to have some fun.” The robotic voice said. “Fun, there’s nothing fun about getting killed!” Serge stated as the alien craft began evasive maneuvers. “Sergeant Chase, Sergeant Darryl Chase,” a man speaking to him from one of the pursuing jets began. “Hey!” The robotic voice said, “How is he able to communicate on this frequency? This is an encrypted Decepticon wavelength.” “The guy speaking had a little help un-encrypting it.” Serge said. “So you mean the voice on the end of the transmission is an organic as well; there’s more to you organics than meets the eye as well, impressive, very impressive.” “Repeating, Darryl Chase, this is your final warning, land the craft immediately or you will be shot down.” Came the transmission. “I don’t take kindly to threats from anyone, much less organic flesh bags who think the can manipulate beings such as myself.” The robotic voice said. “Have it your way then Chase.” The man on the other end of the communication stated before issuing an attack command that sent rounds of ammunition toward the white alien craft. “Must it always come to this?” the robotic voice echoed in the cockpit. “When I said I’d be having fun I assumed the pursuers were droid crafts running on some type of artificial intelligence. I had no idea that lives would have to be lost today. So, Chase, Buster, I take it that these the ones responsible for your dilemma?” “ Yes, they are in part.” “Very well, they shall perish at my hands.” The voice finished. In a display of aerial wizardry never witnessed by human eyes the alien machine ran through the ranks of the human aggressors taking out all who dared to continue the battle. “What’s happening?” The two men inside the alien air artist asked. “The one remaining jet is retreating and I’m too low on energon to pursue. Where can I land and refuel?” The robotic flier asked as the craft began a descent towards the Canadian desert. “Your guess is probably gonna be better than ours.” Serge responded. “Well let’s hope we land somewhere rich in energy and low on inhabitants so I can show you guys my other side.” The robotic voice said. “What other side?” “This one.” The voice said as the monitor screen displayed a visual of an enormous white robot that appeared to have the physical traits of a flying craft across its body. “Oh my God, that’s you.” Buster said in disbelief. “Yes it is my organic friend, I told you there was more to me than meets the eye. Now, do you guys mind telling me what’s been going on since I was discovered and what of Grimlock and the matrix?” Jetfire asked. “So that’s its name.” Sergeant Chase said as a visual flashback of the humongous passenger he helped discover so long ago ran through his mind.