Disclaimer: New outlook on Sams life. If he wasn't as trusting and had a different up bringing. (time travel later) Warning Yaoi male/male SamxStarscream Seeker/Sam mech/mech
"Talk"
'thought'
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Prologue
~~The Meeting~~
If you were to tell me that later today I would be talking to a giant alien robot about his race and an impending war between factions brought here to this very planet, I would have knocked you flat on your ass for making such a wise crack. . .But, as it was. That was not the case. . .
It was dark out, the pitch black leaving a perfect atmosphere for the stars to sing and dance in. The near silent gears shifting of the mech aliens barely noticeable.
"Samuel, do you have the glasses?"
The deep commanding voice I recognized as belonging to Optimus Prime, the leader asked for what most have been the tenth time that night.
"The little slager, don't think he's gonna talk."
Mechanical gears grinding much louder than before, a low whining sound and a rev from and engine as one of the mechs move closer.
"Easy Ironhide."
Simple yet commanding and none the less efficient. Primes words were heeded as the huge sleek black top kick backed off with a few clicks of what I could only relate to as mild annoyance in a different language.
If I had known that later today I would be talking to a giant alien robot about his race and an impending war between factions brought here to this very planet, I would have come more prepared. . .After all a set of pistols and trench knives will do no good against metal opponents.