EPILOGUE
With the AllSpark gone, we cannot return life to our planet. And fate has yielded its reward. A new world to call... home.
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“You know, your friend Simmons?” June Darby asked, “He wasn’t so bad. He said it was all a big misunderstanding.”
Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not sure I’d call him my friend.”
“He said a lot of things, actually,” she continued, as Jack opened the door to the garage, and held it open. “He was a very strange man. He kept talking about aliens. Reminds me of Glen.”
Jack grimaced. “They can never meet,” he said, and ushered his mother into the garage. “Anyway, about that,” he continued, gesturing to the shining green motorcycle that sat in the middle of the garage.
“Mom, there’s someone I think you should meet.”
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We live among its people now, hiding in plain sight. But watching over them in secret. Waiting. Protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for courage, and though we are worlds apart, like us, there is more to them, than meets the eye.
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And then, there was the media. They sat down her dad and Jack’s mom for a nice little garden interview. Sam watched it with Jack from the back porch.
The reporter asked, “Can you shed any light on the recent rumors of alien activity in Nevada?”
“Uh,” June Darby said. “Y’know what, I think that, um, if there was some sort of an... alien... infestation.”
“They, the government,” her dad said, slowly, “they’d be the first to let you know.”
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June nodded. “The government would let us know.”
“I mean, this is America.”
“Yeah. That’s how we know we live in a free land. Because there’s no secrets.”
Her dad chuckled. “Yeah.”
“They’d say, hey, duck and cover.”
Sam glanced at Jack, who appeared as horrified as she was. To think, Bumblebee was only a few feet away in the garage, and Arcee was sitting on the street...
“One thing’s clear to me,” Sam muttered
“Hmm?” Jack replied, glancing at her.
“My dad is really not good in front of a camera.”
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I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here.
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“This is completely insane, Maggie,” Glen said, as she unbolted the cargo container and tugged the door open. It creaked like the gate of an ancient tomb.
“Oh,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re kicking up a fuss about this?”
“We have to give this thing up to the government!”
Maggie ran her flashlight over the corpse of the alien robot, picking out elements of the four-wheeled ATV, and the parts of it that absolutely weren’t made by human hands.
“Maybe,” she replied, shrugging. “But no one ever put it in writing, did they?”
She raised her blowtorch, and looked over the alien wreck. “Alright, mate,” Maggie Madsen said, and sparked her blowtorch. “Let’s see what makes you tick.”
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We are waiting.
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Lord Megatron is dead.
It can’t be possible, and yet it had happened. Soaring through the upper atmosphere, Starscream listens to Optimus’ little speech. He can see the strategy as plain as sunlight. Optimus Prime knows, just as he does, that the long war has not ended with the loss of the AllSpark. It will continue, forever, until there is nothing but the forgotten, and the dead.
What a fool Optimus is, Starscream thinks, to think that these wretched humans can turn the tide.
And what a fool, Megatron had been, to fall here.
But Starscream is loyal. To Megatron, to his dream of a rejuvenated Cybertron, to the end. So, with a thought, Starscream swaps out the primitive turbojets of this lumbering aerial form for a paired fusion drive, and punches out through the clouds, heading for the stars. Abandoning this planet, Earth, to the Autobots.
For now.
There are other Decepticons out there, stalking between the stars for the last of the Autobots. Shockwave and the warship Nemesis. He will find them, and tell them of what has happened. The war will continue. For now. Forever.
For Lord Megatron.