"I want to create an electronic lifeform with high computational speed to handle miscellaneous tasks. Based on intel from various universes, Cybertronian tech fits the bill."
For compatibility with other worlds’ tech, this AI needed thinking and learning abilities—crucially, obedience.
That’s why Su Ming chose this world.
"Sounds like you don’t need a full Cybertronian, just an independent sensor matrix or a thinking module with external perception," Ratchet said, welding and sawing inside Bumblebee’s head.
"But without spark energy, such a module can’t run independently. Maybe on Cybertron, like Unicron, but not Earth."
Jazz shook his head—it wouldn’t work.
"I know. That’s why I need a small Cybertronian friend to help. Problem is, anything touching the AllSpark now becos a Decepticon," Su Ming said, removing his helt, leaning against the wall, smoking.
"That ans gatron was the last to touch it," Optimus said. "But the AllSpark alone can’t make what you want. You need a higher power."
Optimus supported Cybertronians befriending other sentients. If this human, who knew beyond Earth’s limits, only wanted a computational matrix, he’d be an Autobot ally.
He wouldn’t share advanced tech with primitive civilizations—it could harm both sides—but this human could handle slightly advanced tech.
So Cybertronian tech could be shared.
"The Matrix of Leadership?" Su Ming asked.
"How do you know that?" Optimus was stunned, shocked too many tis today. Even for his long life, this human knew too much.
"So, Matrix plus AllSpark works? You can use the Matrix, right? Good. Let’s move—grab the AllSpark first."
Su Ming wouldn’t explain his knowledge. He knew plenty more.
"The Matrix... isn’t with . It’s lost. And technically, I’m not the Autobot leader. That was my ntor, Sentinel Pri, who vanished in the war," Optimus said, truthful given Su Ming’s knowledge.
Su Ming knew the Matrix was on Earth, in an Egyptian tomb with twelve Pri corpses.
Sentinel, Optimus’s revered teacher, was on the moon’s dark side, found during Apollo missions.
But Sentinel had allied with gatron to end the war, supporting his plan to drain stars for Cybertron’s survival.
Universe was vast—so systems could die if Cybertronians lived.
While transporting space bridge pillars to Earth to help gatron drain the sun, Sentinel’s jump miscalculated, crashing on the moon.
Optimus didn’t know this. His teacher was just "missing," and he was interim leader, unchosen by the Matrix.
"No problem. Follow —you’ll outpace the Decepticons by miles."
Su Ming gestured for the robots to trust him. Digging graves was tricky, but with Sam’s glasses and the star map, they’d locate the stellar extractor’s pyramid and the Matrix.
Those glasses? $25 now.
"We must help Sam. We know the AllSpark’s location, but Decepticons will still target that innocent kid," Optimus said, unwilling to let humans die.
"Of course. Sam’s a good kid. I’ll buy the glasses and draw the Decepticons to ," Su Ming nodded, respecting Optimus’s nature.
"And you?" Optimus asked.
"When it’s done, I’ll vanish where none of you can find ."
Su Ming smirked mysteriously, stomped his cigarette, and donned his helt.
Driving a revitalized Bumblebee, he reached Sam’s house, grabbed his hidden weapons from the garage, stashed them in the car, and knocked.
In Sam’s excited gaze, he bought the glasses and journal for $30.
As he took them, a police car with flashing lights rolled into view.
Patting Sam’s shoulder, Su Ming eyed the real clunker in the garden. "Nice car. Girls will love it."
Without Bumblebee, Sam might miss his dream girl, but Su Ming tossed in an extra $5—call it emotional damages.
"Thanks, sir. You’re a good guy."
Sam waved goodbye. The one-eyed man looked fierce, radiating dark nace, but was surprisingly easygoing.
He believed Sam’s ancestor tales.
And gave an extra five bucks.
"No thanks needed. Lock your doors tonight. See ya."
Su Ming turned, strolling to Bumblebee, waiting for Barricade.
The police car pulled beside the Chevy. A blank-faced cop in sunglasses, neck twisting 45 degrees, stared chanically at Su Ming.
Sunglasses at night? Obvious red flag.
Su Ming grinned, waving the glasses, then a mock salute.
"Run!"
Bumblebee roared, tires screeching, speeding toward a desolate area.
That wave confird to Barricade the glasses were with the Autobots. He reported to Starscream and chased Bumblebee relentlessly.
Enemies for millennia, Barricade recognized Bumblebee. As an intelligence operative, he preferred covert kills, not exposing himself.
Bumblebee fleeing to a sparse area suited him perfectly.
The cars tore through the night, smashing signs and bins. Barricade slowly closed the gap.
He figured Bumblebee’s landing caused a chanical fault, slowing it.
Unbeknownst, Su Ming had Bumblebee bait him.
"Scan the star map. Send the data to Optimus."
Su Ming didn’t touch the wheel, leaning by the window, helt off, enjoying the breeze.
He set the round glasses on the dashboard for Bumblebee to scan, staring absently at the sky.
"You sure you can handle Barricade? He’s tough," Bumblebee said, voice comical, scanning the glasses with a light beam.
"We’ll see. Doubting my strength? That’s looking down on humans."
"No! Optimus says all sentients are equal," Bumblebee protested, recalling this human’s vile personality from earlier.
Su Ming nodded, letting it slide. "Head to the rendezvous with Optimus. Play sothing loud."
Barricade noticed Bumblebee blasting music. A fight this unserious?
The destination, a junkyard, was Ironhide’s pick.
Lure Decepticons into an ambush, swarm them, end it.
Su Ming didn’t care. Just a tal lump, not self-repairing liquid tal. A few sword swings would do—no ambush needed.
Cybertronian alloy, built for transforming, was tough but not hard, weaker than divine or N-tal. Pure tech—easy prey.
All Transforrs’ weak spot: the chest spark.
At the junkyard, Bumblebee drifted, transforming mid-slide, catching Su Ming as he tumbled from the cabin, setting him behind.
He faced Barricade grimly.
Barricade transford, bristling with weapons—chainsaws, missiles, lasers, you na it.
"I’ll protect you. Hold the glasses," Bumblebee said, unwilling to let a human face Decepticon fire.
Su Ming glanced up.
"Ha?"
Since when did he need protection?
"Bumblebee, hand over the star map!" Barricade, impatient, fired his laser cannon. Bumblebee dove behind a trash pile, returning fire with his arm’s energy cannon.
Professional versus amateur showed. Barricade’s cannon was a 120mm beast; Bumblebee’s, a 57mm needle.
Both ignored Su Ming, standing aside with the glasses, as lasers flew, explosions tossing debris skyward.
Bumblebee’s plan: stall until Optimus’s team closed the trap, overwhelming Barricade.
No flight mode—Barricade was grounded.
But Su Ming wanted to prove his strength, not let Optimus steal the show.
Drawing Godslayer, his cape launched him skyward. No need to close in—he aid at Barricade, mid-battle with Bumblebee.
"Shoot to kill, Shinso!"1
The platinum blade glowed, stretching unnaturally, pinning Barricade through the chest like a bug on a board.
A white, electric weapon pierced his back.
The robot’s red eyes dimd, collapsing with a crash. Su Ming sheathed his blade, strolling to a stunned Bumblebee.
"What’d you say? Too windy to hear."
Jin Ichimaru (Bleach) reference
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