TransFormers: Legacy

Once again another solid chapter nice job !!!
One of the kids has Jazz for a guardian...lucky !!!

Agreed!

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Thanks! Here's chapter five!

The three humans woke up, still in the Autobot base, early in the morning. Apparently Bumblebee’s voice was acting up again, and the noise was piercing. Worst of all, Bumblebee couldn’t help it; his vocal processor just did that sometimes. Usually it worked well, not perfect, but you could hear what he was saying under the static. Sometimes the static became extremely loud and irritating. That was one of those times.

When Josie walked into the main room, Ratchet was operating on him. It didn’t take long before he put a stop to the noise, but now Bumblebee couldn’t make any sound at all. Josie walked up the Autobot scout and laid a hand on his foot; the only part of him she could reach without stretching. This did a little to improve his mood, but Josie still felt bad for him.

Ratchet continued to operate on Bumblebee, and seemed to be making some progress; Bumblebee could now speak in series of small clicks. Ratchet had informed everybody that it would take a while for him to fully repair Bumblebee’s vocal processor, but it would get done. Until then Bumblebee would simply not be allowed to use it unless absolutely necessary; Ratchet didn’t want any more strain put on it.

“It’s all right, Bee, I’ll stay by you till you can talk again,” Josie said as she patted his hand, which was resting on the ground, “Maybe we can go for another drive later; you can’t talk when you’re in vehicle mode anyway…” Her voice trailed off as Optimus Prime strode into the room.

“I am afraid I cannot allow that, Josephine. The Decepticons will be looking for both you and Bumblebee. I cannot allow either of you to be placed in harm’s way,” he said. Even thou8gh his reasons were just, Josie didn’t like the consequences.

Optimus turned and walked back away. He walked down the long hallway that held all the different rooms in the Autobot facility. He turned into one that seemed to be a type of garage, and found Jazz to be idling in vehicle mode inside.

When Optimus Prime had entered the room Jazz converted into his robot mode and greeted his good friend, “What’s up, Op?

Jazz, Optimus’s oldest and most trusted friend, held exclusive right to refer to his leader so informally, and Optimus never minded.

“Jazz, the humans; we can’t keep them locked up in here forever, but we cannot allow them to leave. It’s too dangerous.”

“Optimus,” Jazz said, walking over to and leaning on a table that came out of the wall, “You can’t save everybody; let Ironhide, Bumblebee, and me go with the humans. We’ll take good care of them; we care just as much as you do. Heck, Bumblebee even took on Soundwave, and he’s still fully functional! Well, except for that voice problem…”

“You may be right, but one more Decepticon incursion centered on the humans and you all head straight back here, understood?”

“Aye aye, O. P.!” Jazz said with a grin on his robotic face.

Optimus Prime informed Ironhide, Bumblebee, and the humans of what he was planning; they would be allowed to leave, but they would have to come back at the first sign of Decepticons. Ironhide seemed the least pleased at this revelation:

“Why can’t we just fight them? I know I am more than a match form a few Decepticons…”

“You may be, but your human partner, Samuel, is not; we don’t want to risk the lives of the humans any more than necessary.”

With that word the three Autobot guardians converted into their robot modes, and the three humans walked to them and got in their respective guardian’s front seats. Alex was seeing the inside of Jazz for the first time, and he was amazed. It was much like Bumblebee’s, with the dull red lights around the instruments, but there were also many differences. Jazz had surround-sound speakers everywhere; even on the roof. Also unlike Bumblebee, Jazz had a sunroof, which Alex opened as soon as they were out in the open air. It was a nice day; the sun was out, and the clouds drifted lazily by…

Sam was glad to be back inside of Ironhide. He too, was different from the Autobots as far as the interior was concerned. He had the red lights that were the characteristic of all the Autobots, but he also had another device; a laptop computer hooked up via wires into the dashboard. In this way Ironhide could “talk” to Sam. He would say something to the Autobot, and Ironhide would respond with words on the screen of the laptop, which Sam would then read and reply to.

“So,” Sam said, “What’s Earth like, from your point of view?”

Words appeared on the screen saying:

It is not too bad, nothing like Cybertron, of course, but I do enjoy your human taste in automobiles.

With that the engine roared.

“What’s Cybertron like?” Sam inquired on.

It is much larger than your planet. The entire surface is composed of various metal materials. Once it was much more of a sight than it is now, but the war has changed that…

I wasn’t always an Autobot, you know. I used to operate for the Cybertronian Defense military. That organization became the Decepticon faction. I was naïve and believed that the Decepticons were doing nothing wrong, that they were the same good Cybertronians I had served with…

Ironhide waited a while before continuing:

That was before I realized what they were doing. It had always been a choice, to join the service, but after the Decepticon ideals were corrupted, they tried recruiting an army, but not every Cybertronian would comply. When that happened things got nasty. The Decepticons would kill any civilian that wouldn’t join. I didn’t know of those events occurring, until I saw it with my own optics…

I was assigned with a few others to go around and recruit new Cybertronians for the military. I was the one who they told to ask the innocent Cybertronians to join, but they were the ones who dealt with the ones who wouldn’t. The first place we stopped at was an area in Kaon. Now, I had heard bad things about that place, but we were on the outskirts where everybody was generally friendly; not like further into the city, where gladiatorial matches were hosted…

I had requested one tall, burly Cybertronian to join, and he declined. That was fine by me, but apparently not with my comrades. They walked up to him, picked him up, and slammed him into the ground. When that didn’t work things got real bad; they cocked their energy weapons, and they each took a shot. First they started by shooting up his torso, but leaving his Spark alone so he would feel every second of the pain leading up to his death. Eventually, when the pain must have been unbearable enough, my “allies” ripped him apart, limb from limb. Finally, they decided they had had enough fun and decided to end it right there. They shot the innocent Cybertronian right through his armored skull. He never stood a chance…

That was when I turned to Sentinel Prime and requested I be able to join the Autobots; he complied. I was branded with a new faction symbol. I no longer belonged to the Cybertronian Defense, now I was an Autobot, and proud of it!

Sam just sat in the driver’s seat for a short while in silence. He had no idea Ironhide had been through so much. He had seen who he thought were his allies turn against him, had watched them completely disregard life. It must have been horrible…

Excellent job my friend this chapter was very well done
can't wait for more !!! !!!

Thanks! I'm trying to add a little bit of back story into these next few chapters! You'll like this one, Jazzfan0217!

Alex pulled Jazz up the driveway of his house and pushed the button of the garage remote that he kept in his pocket. Jazz then drove into the garage and Alex closed to door with another push of the button. Alex stepped out of Jazz’s driver side door, and Jazz transformed. He was slightly smaller than Bumblebee, and Alex’s garage was slightly bigger than Josie’s, so Jazz didn’t have to duck as much to avoid hitting the roof.

“So, what’s the game plan for today?” Jazz asked.

“Well, since it’s a bit late I’m going to get something to eat then I’m going to bed. We’ll do something fun tomorrow, I promise.” Alex replied.

“Would you be able to eat in here? I like the company…” Jazz’s voice drifted as he said that.

“Sure thing, big guy!” Jazz smiled when Alex said that.

Alex walked inside and threw some microwaveable macaroni and cheese into the microwave and leaned against the counter to wait. When the bell rang he took it out of the microwave, grabbed a fork, and walked out to the garage.

Jazz watched as Alex walked over to a table that was always set up in the garage and sat down in the chair that faced Jazz.

“What’s that?” Jazz inquired.

“Macaroni,” Alex answered.

“What does it taste like?”

“Uh… I don’t really know how to explain it in terms you would understand… Sorry buddy…”

“No problem, man!” Jazz said. It was near impossible to bring his spirits down.

Alex ate in silence for a little while. When he was done he tried to get another conversation started:

“So… how long have you known Optimus Prime?”

Jazz looked up at the ceiling as if remembering a time from long ago.

“Pretty much for as long as either of us can remember; I’ve been Optimus’s friend since before he was a Prime… Back when he was just a data clerk back on Cybertron.”

“So Optimus hasn’t always been called Optimus Prime?” Alex’s curiosity was piqued.

“No, Optimus was chosen to be Prime by the Cybertronian High Council. He and Megatron had approached the council to stop the caste system and bring an end to the war. The Autobots and Decepticons were quickly running out of resources; each faction had taken the Energon and hidden it on other planets while the Space Bridges were still fully functional. As such, Cybertron couldn’t create enough Energon to fuel my fellow Cybertronians or our weapons, and Megatron and Optimus wanted to put a stop to it,” Jazz said.

“Optimus and I hadn’t joined the Autobots yet, so we were still living our lives as they had been before the war. You see, we had lived in the great city of Iacon so the war hadn’t reached us yet. When Optimus appeared before the High Council they were impressed. The Prime at the time, Sentinel, hadn’t been seen in some time. Many believed him killed by the Decepticons. I knew better, they were just keeping him prisoner for use as ransom in the future.

“Well, since Sentinel hadn’t been seen, and the Autobots needed a strong leader to rally behind, the Council chose Optimus. He wasn’t technically Prime until Sentinel had died and the Matrix had been passed onto to him, but politically he was Optimus Prime. Since Optimus now commanded the Autobots, we both were branded with their faction symbol and were put into the war. A war whose ending I hope is near…

“Any other questions?” Jazz asked.

“What’s the Matrix?” Alex said.

“I don’t think I’m the best Autobot to tell you about that. Why don’t you ask Optimus that question someday; he knows more about it than I do!”

“Alright, so, I’m going to go to bed, I’ll see you in the morning, Jazz!” Alex said with a yawn.

“Yeah buddy, I can tell you’re tired, go get some rest and we can have some fun in the morning!”

With that word Alex walked up to the door that lead from the garage to the main house and turned around to Jazz:

“Goodnight Jazz!” he shouted out before he walked inside.

i didn't like it, I LOVED IT !!! !!! you know me well. this was awesome, my favorite part was when Jazz asked what macoronii and cheese taste like !!! be it him to ask that question. can't wait to see whats gonna happen in tha next chapter. !!! !!!

Thanks! I thought you'd like this chapter! Sorry it's taken so long; I've been busy with other things. But never fear! I'm starting to write again... and I plan for some Decepticon development soon! Next chapter centers around Bumblebee and Josie again, then the chapter after that will get some Decepticon development.

Here's the next chapter, with and ending you won't expect:

Josie was glad to be back in her own home, with Bumblebee by her side of course. Sadly, Bumblebee couldn’t enter the main house; he was simply too large, instead he had to stay in the garage. Josie hated leaving Bumblebee alone, but sometimes it had to be done. She couldn’t just ignore the rest of her life since the Autobot was now involved in it. She still had her job, for example. Bumblebee drove her to and from there every week day, and on the weekends she had promised they would hang out.

It had been about a week since she left the Autobot base, and this was her and Bumblebee’s first weekend together. She woke up early that day, and before she had even gotten dressed she headed to her garage.

She walked through the door, still in her pajamas, to see Bumblebee right where she had left him; sitting idle in his sports car mode.

“Bee!” she yelled at him, “I’m all yours today!”

Bumblebee converted into his robot mode at that point and fist-pounded the air to show his excitement; his vocal processor still wasn’t functioning well.

“I’ll just go inside and get changed, and then we can do whatever you want,” she told him before heading inside.

Josie walked up the stairs and into her room to get changed. She approached her closet and picket out an orange button-down, short-sleeved shirt. She took off her pajama shirt, put on a bra, and after putting her arms into the sleeves she began to button up the shirt. Next she made her way over to her dresser; after pulling up a new pair of underwear she put on a pair of shorts, it was supposed to be a usual summer day.

On her way downstairs she grabbed a red baseball cap off the rack and pulled her ponytail through the opening in the back. Before she opened the door to the garage she grabbed a pair of sunglasses and her spare house key; she didn’t need her car keys anymore!

She entered the garage and closed the locked door behind her before turning to Bumblebee, who was still in robot mode.

“So, Bee, what are we going to be up to today?” she said with a beaming smile.

Bumblebee transformed into his vehicle mode and revved his engine. Josie walked over to his driver-side door and opened it saying:

“I’m guessing I’ll find out then!” with a slight chuckle. Bumblebee drove out of the garage and started down the road. Since it was so nice out Josie decided to put the windows down and enjoy the breeze whipping her hair around her face. After a while of driving Josie looked in the rear-view window and saw nothing. She looked back in front of her and noticed when a bright green light came from behind her.

Bumblebee shifted into his alternate mode before Josie had gotten a chance to look behind her again. He threw her into the brush on the side of the road. Bumblebee drew his plasma cannons and fired on the Decepticon who had appeared; Soundwave, again.

This time though Soundwave was prepared; he ran up to the scout, grabbed his head and threw him to the ground. Then he drew a large hammer and smashed Bumblebee’s head back to the ground when he tried to pick himself up.

Soundwave continued to beat Bumblebee with the hammer. He tried getting onto his back, but Soundwave stopped him from doing that too. In between Soundwave’s blows he used the last strength in his vocal processors to force out, “Josie… run…” And so she did.

As Josie ran off deeper into the forest, which had been on the side of the road, hardly able to see through the tears that filled her eyes and ran silently down her cheeks, Soundwave hefted the hammer high above his head. He brought in down again on Bumblebee, and his optics flickered…

woah man this is gettin' really good wonder what's gonna happen to Bee. can't wait for the next chapter. !!!

Here's what happens to him:

Aboard the Decepticon warship, The Nemesis, which floated in high-Earth orbit, Megatron gazed at his prisoner. Bumblebee was chained to the ceiling of a high chamber. His optics were still black, and his body was severely mangled from Soundwave’s attack.

Megatron just stared at the Autobot scout, thinking about his plan. He was going to strike fear into the Autobot’s sparks…

Soundwave entered behind him and spoke in a robotic, menacing, emotionless voice, “Lord Megatron, I have brought you the instruments.”

“Thank you, Soundwave. You may leave,” Megatron growled as Soundwave bowed his way out.

Megatron made his way over to the rack Soundwave had brought. He selected a large, razor-edged knife, but replaced it back on the rack. Instead he converted his hand into a mace weapon.

“You Autobots are so brave… too bad I have to crush that spirit, scout!” With those words he charged at Bumblebee and landed a heavy blow to the Autobot’s chest. He struck blow after blow on Bumblebee, all the while the scout was none the wiser…


Back at the Autobot base Optimus Prime and Ratchet had just spoken to Josephine about what had happened to Bumblebee. She had arrived in Ironhide with Samuel, both of who had left shortly after dropping her off. The tears were still rolling down her face.

Ratchet turned to the computer monitor and performed another scan for Bumblebee’s life signal. The Nemesis had advanced shielding that guarded his signal from the Autobot’s sensors. Ratchet was surprised by something that had appeared on the screen.

“Optimus, Bumblebee’s life signal just reappeared. Not far from here either…”

“Thank you Ratchet, I will radio for Ironhide to return here and accompany you for pickup,” Optimus Prime then strode off into another room to make the call.


Ratchet and Ironhide returned shortly after they had left. Sam and Josie had been standing with Prime waiting for their return. Sam was holding Josie in his arms as she continued to cry over Bumblebee…

Ironhide and Ratchet transformed into their vehicle modes while the trailer that Ratchet had been pulling lifted to put Bumblebee into a better position for Ratchet to operate on. Unfortunately that also put him within view of Josephine…

What she saw only made her cry harder into Sam’s chest. Bumblebee’s optics were black and the plate that covered his mouth was dangling from a miniscule strip of metal. His right arm was bent so far back that it was nearly snapped off. One of the doors on his back was barely attached, and the other had a large chunk torn out of it. His left leg was also only just holding onto his hip…

Ratchet saw how much the sight upset Josie, and said what he hoped would comfort her, “I’ll do everything I can, and I’m sure he’ll pull through. Bumblebee’s one brave little scout, it would take a lot more than this to keep him out of the action…” Truthfully though, Ratchet wasn’t sure that was entirely true…