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div class="content" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"FUCK YEAH!" I cheered, driving at highly illegal speeds away from the base. Two more months of practice and I was finally in control of my All Spark energy. I could mask it with no problem, and my ratio of made to fried drones had decreased style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /After nonstop bitching, Ratchet had declared me free to leave base. I had a curfew that no doubt would be completely ignored, but it was a style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I decided my first stop was gonna be to visit Slater. I pulled up in front of Ink Splat and walked in. A guy there walked over to me. "Can I help you?" he asked. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he thought I was just some Hollywood style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I put on my Paris Hilton voice. "Uh yeah, I was wondering if, ya know I could get "fuck bitches get money tattooed across my ass."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Are you serious?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Totally."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I don't know-"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"You are such a sucker," Kendall style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /He looked relieved. "Anyways, what do you really want?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"To talk to Slater."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"You Blake?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /'em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;"That's right they haven't met me yet./em'br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Yeah."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Figure the clothes and all. Slater says you're a fashionista. She also says you have red hair."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I shrugged. "Been too lazy to dye it."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"DUDE YOU'RE FREE!" Slater screamed upon seeing style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Finally the Hatchet let me out."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Awesome, so you're fully in control."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Yupp!"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"You going shopping?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I just gave her an 'em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;"are you kidding me?/em' style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Slayer, we don't have all that many appointments for today. You can go with her, if you want, since she was just freed from whatever."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"NO!" Slater screamed, ducking behind the counter. "Last time I went shopping with her, I nearly died."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"That was because you did not listen to me, when I said to stay out of my way."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I was out of your way!" she style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"You were in my car. You were in my way."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I was nearly suffocated under all of her shit!"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Which is why you're not coming with me. I haven't been hopping in months, so I'm gonna buy anything and everything I want."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Christ. She's gonna have a fucking clothes-gasm."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Fuck off."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Make me."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Blow me."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Much rather not catch one of your skank ass diseases."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"No diseases here, but honestly I really don't want your dumpster diseases."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"You fuck around with all this toxic shit, when you work on all your fucking projects and shit."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Dumpsters are fucking disgusting," I style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Isn't your credit card burning a hole in your pocket? Go fucking buy some shit."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"It is, and my foot is just itching for that damn gas pedal. Bye guys." I waved to Kendal and Shane. "See ya later bitch," I said to style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"See ya whore."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I flipped her off and got back in my Nissan and was off. I parked in the garage of the first (and largest) of the three branch hotels we had in Vegas. It was actually the one that my family lived style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /Using my key, which allowed me access to all the floors, I took the elevator up to my parents' style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"MOM! DAD!" I screamed. I walked into the kitchen and pulled a Fiji water out of the fridge and an apple off of the style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I walked back the hall towards my dad's office. I knocked on the door. I walked in and he was sitting in his chair sleeping with his head on the desk. I nudged him. He woke up with a style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"You okay?" I asked, taking a bite out of my style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Blake, when did you get here?" he asked style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"About four minutes ago," I said. I took another bite of my apple. "Why are you sleeping in your office? All nighter?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Have you been declared safe from whatever it is that was after you?" my dad style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Daddy, nothing is after me. It's just precaution and no, not yet. I'm still under protection. I'm just allowed to go out and about now."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I still don't understand why we're not allowed to know what's going on. We're your parents."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"And I am legally an adult, who cares more about keep you safe through ignorance rather than putting you at risk, just to appease your irritation at your ignorance."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Why'd I raise such a smart girl?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"So that when you die, I can take this over," I style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Are you gonna get your degree?" he asked style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I rolled my eyes. "In due time. Actually, where I'm staying I can get it way way faster." I had thought many times about just hacking into a college main frame. I had already gotten my degree once, and it was not fun. I could just speed up the process a little. "So are you gonna tell me why you passed out in here or am I gonna have to do some investigating?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I started working last night and just fell asleep. Your mother and I got into a little bit of a fight."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Over?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"You."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Me? What about me?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"She thinks that you're trying to separate yourself from us."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I honestly had to fight pretty much everyone tooth and nail to be here today, especially without a fucking guard. Although, I'm pretty sure the only reason they want me to have a guard is because a quite a few of them want to leave."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"She's just having a little bit of separation anxiety," he style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Honestly, I am with the greatest group of people ever. Plus it's not like I'm alone with a bunch of strangers. I got Slate with me."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I tried saying that."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"You think she'll chill out, if I arrange a dinner with some of the guys?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Possibly, but it's your mother. I'm more likely to predict, who is gonna win the lottery than her reaction."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Well, I'll see what I can do. They're very busy."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"So where are you going after here?" my dad style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Shopping, shopping, shopping then more shopping. Then I'm getting my hair and nails done. I'm going home after that though."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Your mother is in Aspen. She left this morning with Barbra."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Oh fucking joy."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Well, I'll find a date. Then you can make reservations."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I haven't been shopping in months. Months."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /He shook his head. "My little Testa, you're gonna shop me into bankruptcy."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Will not."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Be careful. Last time you wrecked."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"That was because of the other asshole, not me."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Just go shop and don't over-do it," he said in a warning style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Moi?" I asked with exaggerated shock. "Over do it? Why I would never!"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Get out of here, Rossa."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Bye Daddy."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"See ya kid."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /
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br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /Juicy Couture, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Dior, Betsy Johnson, Tiffany's, Marc Jacobs, a new a style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px; outline: none; color: #ffff00;" href=" " rel="nofollow"hair cut/a, a fresh dye job and twenty-seven thousand dollars. I had over done it. I knew it, but considering that I had been on shopping trips, where I'd spent five times that, I highly doubted my father would care. The Nissan was crammed with bags. I made sure that no one was really paying attention, when I turned on to the road that led to style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /The base was still in Nevada. In fact it was in the one, the only, area 51. Slater and I had tried to snoop around, but because of the fact I was being watched by fucking Cybertronians, I didn't get fucking anywhere. When I got to base, I parked in the hangar, where we kept the alternative modes for the bots. I was excited, because since I got to go car shopping for the new bots' altmodes. Hello Stingray style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I put my bags on my arms, barely fitting them all. (I refused to make another trip.) I walked through the residential quarters to my room. Most of the soldiers were still wary of me, so I gave them my trademark bitchy indifference, while saying hi to those I didn't find fucking style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Red! You're red again!"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Wow, Mike! I bet it was your observational skills that go you so far in life!" I quipped. I opened the door to my room and dropped all my stuff and a style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px; outline: none; color: #ffff00;" href=" cgi/set?id=49303768" rel="nofollow" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I was gonna go find Ratchet and start lobbying for more freedom. Translation: I wanted to move back into my house. I loved being around the bots and the soldiers, but I missed my California style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /Just as I was about to enter the medbay, the damn alarm rang throughout style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"OH COME ON FOR FUCKS SAKES!" I style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Oh quit being such a fucking drama queen, and let's go see what's going on," Slater said, coming up behind style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Where the fuck where you?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"With Jazz."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /She and I walked to the control room. It was one of my favorite rooms on base. Why? Teletraan 1. I had begun working with the human tech team and Ratchet the instant that we had gotten to base. Ratchet and I had pretty much taken charge. He'd done the most to his abilities, and after that, I was in complete control. He had patients to attend to after style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /Along the edge of Teletraan 1 was a deck for the human tech team. Maggie and Glenn had been my biggest help, but there came a point, where only my obnoxious knowledge of Teletraan 1 allowed anyone to do anything, and I don't work well with others, so until Wheeljack arrived, we were at sort of a standstill. That didn't mean Teletraan wasn't awesome though. I mean he might have had just the tiniest amount of All Spark energy in him. As I said, I could only make drones. This one was just big and not fucking style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"We've got incoming arrivals, the computer says friendly," one man said to Lennox. I took my seat on the deck at the main human style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Do we know who?" Optimus style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"We haven't had contact and the computer doesn't say," the soldier style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I rolled my eyes. "Teletraan!" I called. Everyone human and bot alike looked at me. I continued. "Identify incoming Autobot arrivals," I style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Identifying, " Teletraan responded. There was a pause for a moment, before Teletraan began to spit out what I needed. "Incoming Autobot arrival: designation Jolt. Incoming Autobot arrival: designation Arcee. Incoming Autobot arrival: designation Chromia. Incoming Autobot arrival: designation Flare-up. "br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Teletraan, where is their projected landing location and ETA?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Projected landing location for Acree, Chromia and Flare-up: 38.4542° N, 110.2089° W. ETA: Twelve hours, thity-two minutes and fourteen seconds."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /One of the techs searched the coordinates. "Horse Shoe Canyon, Utah."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Projected landing location for Jolt: 40.7997° N, 113.8000° W. ETA: Nineteen hours, twelve minutes and thirty-seven seconds."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Bonneville Salt Flats," the tech spoke style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"It is good to hear that our comrades shall be arriving soon," Optimus style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Teletraan, have you found any sign of Decepticon activity?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"No sign of Decepticon activity."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Thank you Teletraan. Update us when new information becomes available."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Request acknowledged."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I spun around in my chair and faced the masses. "I bet someone's happy to hear that a certain trigger happy femme is arriving to Earth." I smirked at style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I will blast you to pieces femme," he style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /I ignored him. "And now Ratchet has someone to boss around, who actually knows what the fuck he's doing."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"It will be nice to have some competent help."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"So what's your plan, Prime?" I style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"We will split into two teams," Optimus style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Lennox, you are to choose the men, who you feel are best fit to accompany my autobots to each landing zone. "Ironhide, you and I will go to where the femmes are landing."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Ratchet and Jazz, you will go to Jolt's landing location."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Boss Bot, don't ya think someone should stay back just in case?" Jazz style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Jazz, you are right. You shall stay back and guard base."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;"
/"Got it, Boss Bot."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I wanna go," I style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"No." Hide and Ratchet style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I think the femme should go," Jazz spoke. "She knows the most bout us, an' she has the resources to get ya out of a sticky situation, if the humans come round."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"She's the All Spark. What if there are decepticons and they sense her?" Ratchet style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Ratchet, run your most detailed and advanced scan on me," I said. "Teletraan, what is the risk of Decepticon activity at the landing sites?"br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"Minimal," Teletraan answered. I felt Ratchet's scanners on me, and he harrumphed, when he found he could not find any trace of the All Spark style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I didn't get to see you land, because I was get lost as fuck."br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I see no harm in the femme going along. Ratchet, she'll go along with you," Optimus style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /"I'll drive the Volt," I said, running off./div
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