Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure the Autobots, Decepticons and humans all own themselves... long story short they don't belong to me however much I'd like to claim them… Well except for my computer... which Optimus swears isn't a Decepticon ... But I have my doubts. All other OC characters (the ones you don't know) as you would call them belong to yours truly. Oh and the Lorie here is NOT the Lorie you all know, so she's mine too... It just so happened I found out the names were the same after I wrote it and I'm too lazy to go back and change it.
How does this work again?
By: MiniMedic
Chapter 7
Sighing I flipped through the phone book for the 3rd time making sure I didn't miss anything vital….
Air Force
Federal Bureau of Investigation, FBI
Department of Justice
US Secret Service... I blinked… 'No way!'..
Nope still no Secretary of Defense... I moaned laying my head on the kitchen table with a soft thump. 'This is ridiculous... How can you have the number to the White House and the Secret Service and not have the Secretary of Defense?'
We must keep searching. Optimus encouraged gently.
'I know...' I sighed tiredly pulling my hair into a low ponytail. Standing I stretched feeling stiff from sitting in the same position most of the night... my warn jeans and white t-shirt were the same I'd warn the day before. Snuggling deeper into my light velvet jacket I yawned moving to the stove to retrieve the now screaming kettle. Glancing at the clock I mentally groaned, 6 a.m., then set to making some hot chocolate. The scent of warm chocolate filled the air as the instant coco dissolved into the hot water. Taking the warm mug and reclaiming my seat I closed my tired eyes, smiling in contentment as the heat snaked though my hands easing the light aching in my knuckles, due to my earlier outburst. Taking a sip I mentally purred as the warm smooth liquid slid down my throat sending the warming sensation throughout my body. Optimus, I felt, was once again pleasantly shocked. 'Mmmmmm… Told you, you'd like chocolate' I purred turning back to the phone book.
Indeed. He hummed sounding pleased. Would consuming more be appropriate? I complied smiling at the book of numbers.
'It looks like we have two options.' I frowned shoving the book back. 'We can call one of the other branches... Like the FBI and such... And see if they can direct us to the Secretary of Defense. Or we can use the mailing address we found online. Why the hell they don't have his email instead of a snail mail address is beyond me' I sighed. 'Damn government'
Which is the more efficient way? Optimus inquired patiently.
'Well. If your willing to wait… the paper mailing address should go directly to him or his department… but it can take up to a week to receive it. That's if it doesn't get lost in all the other mail he receives.' I replied after a moment's deliberation.
That is far too long. Is there a way we could meet with him personally? A quiet humming feeling accompanied by a buzzing feeling ran though my head lightly. I had learned was a result of when he was deep in thought or unconsciously trying to access the Internet. Least that's what he claimed the last time I asked; after my teeth were vibrating so hard I could have sworn they chattered.
'Afraid not.' I shook my head. 'It's harder to meet in person than it is to contact them. You really don't know much bout human officials do you?'
They do perplex me at times. Optimus sighed.
"What are you doing up so early?" April yawned as Gwen followed her in and sleepily made a cup of coco for herself.
"Morning sleepy…who says I went to bed?" I smiled as she glared. April was dressed in a red top and jeans; while Gwen was in a contrasting blue dragon t-shirt and black jeans.
"How are you going to get better if you don't sleep?" April frowned letting her hair down from its ponytail. "What are you looking up?"
"I'm fine." I waved her off sipping my coco and flipping though the book once again. "Secretary of Defense." I answered absently.
"Why?" April blinked. I quickly put down my mug and buried my head in the book to avoid her glare. "Amber…"
Perhaps that was not the best way to go about informing your friends. Optimus commented.
'I noticed.' I grimaced.
"Optimus says the Decepticons are planning an attack… on the airport… he's been bugging the hell out of me for the past week" I explained running a hand though my hair nervously keeping my eyes glued to the book. Then felt Optimus do what I assumed was his equivalent of cocking an eyebrow and I slightly bristled. ' Oh don't give me that… You have and you know it. Besides if I'm gona get labeled inane you can damn well bet I'm blaming it on you!'
Which in itself is inane, is it not? He hummed amused.
'Oh shut up.' I mentally pouted.
"Am ... Honey... He's not real." Gwen said calmly from her seat opposite of me.
"I know." I frowned shifting in my seat this was getting uncomfortable.
"Then why are you looking up his number?" April questioned gently sitting beside me she placed a hand lightly on my shoulder.
"Who's number? ya got a secret crush we don't know bout?" Violet grinned bouncing into the kitchen in an oversized t-shirt and shorts. Then rummaged though the frig to find the orange juice.
"Damn Vi.. Can't you be a little more quite in the morning? what time is it anyway? " Lorie walked in rubbing her eyes sleepily, still wearing pajamas. Her dark hair slightly ruffled, she slumped down beside Gwen; while Stephanie yawned barely making it to the barstool by the counter. The red head looking more and more like a little kid in her oversized blue PJ's.
"7:30" Gwen frowned over her coco. "Waaay too early." Lorie groaned and slumped over on the table at the news.
"So who's this hot guy we're calling?" Violet grinned coming to the table as well.
'Damn' I winced. I had hoped their ADD would kick in and they'd forget.
"Apparently the Secretary of Defense." April frowned.
"Huh... Since when did he get cute?" Violet cocked an eyebrow. " Am.. Do you have a old guy fetish?"
"No!" I protested slightly blushing.
"Hmm lets see... Sean Connery... Patrick Stewart" Gwen grinned as the other girls snickered.
"Voices!" I blushed. " Don't tell me you don't think their voices are amazing… I know better!"
Voices? Optimus inquired gently. Your systems seem to be over heating.. Are you malfunctioning? The voice vibrated though my head lightly making my face heat up even more.
'No…' A shiver ran down my spine. 'Shush no talking…' Then groaned as my friends burst out into laughter. ' God it's to early for this.'
"Never said they weren't." Her grin widened and eyes twinkled at me. " Lets see who else... Johnny Depp, Mel Gibson. "
"Their good actors … and you like them too." I stated flipping the pages in the book.
"Now why do we need the Secretary of Defense again?" Violet smiled.
"Because Optimus says there's going to be an attack on the airport and we need to warn them." Gwen explained giving me a worried look.
"Say what?" Lorie's head shot up from the table.
"Look guys.. I .. I know he's not real ok." Laying the book down I sighed trying to explain.
Primus I thought we had this settled. Optimus sighed.
"And I know it's crazy and insane and stupid to believe that the voice in my head says there's gona be an attack on the airport." I continued. "But... I mean ... what if... What if it's true..? Even the slightest chance that it could be true... That there really is going to be an attack.. Not from alien robots... But something else… thousands of people could die.. I can't risk that. " I frowned. " .. what would you do, if it were you? If Optimus was telling you bout all this"
"Pfft I'd tell 'em to shut the hell up." Lorie snorted, I bleached and Gwen smacked her lightly. "What?!"
"He may not be real but he's still nice." The girl replied and she was right. Somehow telling the extremely polite Optimus Prime to 'shut the hell up' and actually mean it seemed like a bad idea... not to mention felt very wrong. He may be a figment of my imagination but he was still a person... sorta… who deserved respect and he had done nothing to warrant anything other than such, far from it. The presence seemed to actually care.
"Have you looked on the internet?" April sighed taking the phone book from me and flipped though it.
"Yeah.." I replied tiredly then blinked realizing she had the book. " Wait...what are you doing?"
" Helping you..." the girl answered carelessly.
"You can't be serious. Don't tell me you believe her." Lorie gawked.
"I don't..." April sighed. Her green eyes closed as she frowned in thought before continuing. " But I can't really say I'd do any different were I in the same situation. Come on guys ...Think about it... This is Am…. She's the sane-est one out of all of us."
"Pfft that's not say'n much." Gwen grinned over her coco, earning soft giggles from the group.
"I heard that." I mock glared as she smiled innocently at me.
" If calling in an anonymous tip helps her rest easy then I'm all for it." April smiled glancing at the phone book.
Is the Secretary of Defense to be warned if you do so? Optimus questioned ever patiently.
'Probably not' I answered truthfully. 'Most likely it'll be ignored as a prank call. They'd probably strengthen security though, with all the terrorist attacks that have went on lately.' The voice growled ever so lightly. And I could feel pressure starting to build lightly in my temples from his frustration… finally his patience was starting to wane. Then as quickly as it came the pressure dissipated and I felt the presence shift to a much calmer state.
Those were no terrorist attacks little one… it is imperative that the Secretary of Defense be contacted. Simply stating my name should verify your creditability if not get his attention. Optimus stated, once more the calm collected being I had always known him to be.
"Holy shit…." eyes widened as April burst out laughing.
"Did you find it?" I looked over her shoulder.
" The airport yeah... But… Listen to this... Under alternate fuels there is Human Radiation Experimentation!" She giggled as we gaped in horror.
"You're joking..." Lorie quickly came over to view the page. "Oh my God!"
"Guys.." I sipped my coco and grimaced finding it had went cold. " It has to be the Secretary of Defense... There's too much risk of a tip getting ignored."
"I'll check the computer" Lorie sighed. "You guys call around and see if you can get someone."
"Geeze I gota work… hope you know how much shit you putting us through. MMM fly boys." Violet grinned dialing the number to the air force.
"You guys don't have to help me…" I winced brushing my jacket off suddenly finding the invisible dirt on my shoulder very interesting. " I know I'm crazy... and this is insane."
" That's nothing new..." Gwen grinned pulling out her cell phone and picking a number before squealing in delight. "I'm calling the Secret Service!" I couldn't help but giggle at their enthusiasm.
" You didn't ask for help we offered sweetie." Stephanie smiled finally awake enough to join the conversation then got her own phone. "I got the FBI!" she giggled.
"Calling the Department of Justice." April stated dialing the number on her cell and handing me the house phone.
"Guess that leaves the White House." I sighed dialing the number. 'Oh this is going to be fun.' I thought sarcastically.
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"No this is not a joke!.. I'm not 12!" I growled at the secretary. I know I sound young but damn. Then taking a deep breath forced my voice to become calmer. "Please …I need to contact the secretary of Defense or his department… Opti…."
"Please hold." The droning woman's voice interrupted cutting me off as music played on the other end.
"Bitch!" I growled hanging up the phone roughly. I had called the White House a total of 25 times. The phone was picked up 4 of said times and then put on hold for half a hour each. After which I hung up. Then while finally speaking to an actual person she puts me on hold AGAIN!
Calm child... Optimus soothed in a deep calm tone though I could feel his own frustration just behind it, kept skillfully in check. Stressing yourself will only hinder our efforts.
"Still no luck?" Stephanie asked meekly as I glared at nothing. My friends having long sense given up after the first few hours had decided to make breakfast. Grabbing a piece of toast I ripped into it a little more viciously than needed. "I'll take that as a yes." The red head smiled weakly.
'How can you be so calm? If the situation is as important as you say it is..' I asked.
Practice... The voice hummed lightly. I learned long ago that patience and rational thinking is more useful than losing your control. Especially when running a starship is very similar to running a human day care. Optimus explained gently in smooth mirth. Just hearing him eased my nerves somewhat .
'What are we going to do now..?' I asked tiredly…being stressed after having no sleep plus pain medication and worry was starting to ware on me. Spending all morning arguing with stupid people hadn't helped matters either.
"This is really getting to you isn't it?" Violet commented uncharacteristically serious.
"Yes." I answered shortly before grabbing another bit of toast.
" Since we all know this isn't really real anyway. Well… Optimus isn't…" The voice in my head groaned muttering a few choice words I couldn't quite make out. "I hope we aren't in the Matrix... If we are I'm totally gunning for Neo." Vi grinned as Stephanie giggled and the presence in the back of my mind perked up. " Why don't we just go down there?"
"Go down where?" Lorie questioned after downing a glass of orange juice.
"The airport. I mean... It's all in her subconscious anyway right? … Maybe seeing that everything is ok will settle Am's nerves a bit... and ... If we do see anything weird we can let security know." Violet offered nonchalantly as we all stared at her.
"Did you seriously just come up with that all by yourself?" Lorie questioned. " That actually made sense."
"Hey! I can be smart!… when I wanta be." Vi pouted earning a grin or scoff from the group members. "Besides. We can swing by the World of Coke and Little 5 points after we're through and make a day of it."
"That sounds like fun. I love Little 5 points." Lorie jumped up running for the guest room to change as Violet wandered after her to do the same.
"What's Little 5 points?" Stephanie questioned curiously as she finished her breakfast.
"It's a eclectic shopping center." I answered smiling. "They have all kinds of things from different cultures all in one area; theater costumes, dance outfits, crystals, new age shops. It's really neat. You just have to be careful and go in a group."
"Oh coolies." The redhead giggled before going to get ready to leave.
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"Ow! Gwen you're poking me!". Lorie complained as she adjusted the seat belt we shared.
"Really? Poke!" Gwen grinned poking her. Stephanie giggled watching as Lorie tried to defend herself before getting caught up in the battle. Not 10 minutes into the trip and they were ready going at it.
"Oh good Lord... How old are you?!" I scolded after accidentally getting hit in the head a few times. "Children please! …. All right! No soda for you!" They pouted and whined but complied grinning before starting up the action again. "Oh for the love of God."
Are they always like this? Optimus mirth at my friends' actions was quite obvious.
'Unfortunately' I moaned feeling a lightly amused but sympathetic mental touch. April's car was rather small, but thankfully so were Lorie and I. It made it possible for the two of us, Gwen and Stephanie to fit reasonably well in the back; all with a seat belts I might add. A feat we were quite proud of. Violet occupied the passenger seat acting as navigator, which resulted in getting lost; at least twice. I lost count due to refereeing. Looking back it was easy to see how we missed the unusual police car sitting by the sidewalk.
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(The Jazz man!)
Decreasing the volume of the cool blues tune I turned up my comlink, switching signals till I found just the right one. The device Glen had made for hack'n into Decepticon frequencies worked so far. It was pitifully simple compared to our technology… but that had been our save'n grace ya might say. It went under radar as noth'n worth fool'n with thankfully. The device wasn't something we'd think up that's fur sure…Wheeljack maybe.. Primus, I wish Jacks were here…. He was a bit'o trouble and a pain in Ratchet's aft half the time but well worth it when his gadgets worked. 'Not ta mention a lot'a fun when things got bore'n.' I mentally smirked.
I pulled into the street and took my position, parking a few feet from the airport. Turn'n my sensors up I sighed settling on my shocks. The Cons were here... just didn't know quite where yet due ta their new cloaking technology. We'd done what we could. It was their move now. My sensors snapped on edge as I listened to the signal relaying it to the other team members.
Barricade to Starscream.
That's Lord Starscream to you! A snaky voice snapped.
Begging your pardon… LORD Starscream… Cade snarled with a sarcastic tone.
'So.. Everyone's not so happy bout tha new management.' I mentally smirked.
What is it fool? Starscream sounded rather smug. Any sign of the Auto-scum?
No. LORD Starscream... but I briefly detected a signal very similar to Prime's when uncloaked. Barricade sounded worried. My spark skipped a beat... that's impossible. We had Optimus' body there was no way… his spark was gone.
Impossible! You must be malfunctioning. Motormaster destroyed Prime … His voice full of contempt... cause he hadn't take'n out the boss. Fragger… He sent me the files to prove it. Though the fool forgot to get the Matrix. Starscream barked his voice faltered slightly with fear probably at the thought of Prime functioning. Glitch had a right to be afraid of the Boss man. Megatron was at least a match for em… Prime'd have ripped Screamer apart easy.
I have done a systems check. I am functioning at full capacity. Cade continued in a matter of fact tone. Although it was very faint I think it is worth looking into.
You are not required to THINK! Screamer snarled on his end before settling himself into a calmer tone.. this wasn't tha' time ta be making enemies, not when he was still fighting for control of the Decepticons and he knew it. My tank lurched as I heard his voice change to hold a slight purr and fake concern. I am sure it was just a glitch.. Cade.. You have been under a great deal of 'pressure' lately… report to Hook after the mission for a systems check. It would be a shame for you to miss out on the future missions , you're such an important part to our team.
Yes sir. Over and out. Barricade replied stiffly with a hint of controlled hate, obviously seeing though Starscreams lie. I settled back on my shocks. All we had to do now is wait.
Resisting the urge to reeve my engine my mind wondered toward earlier events. So far the con's had tried attack'n us on several occasions.. got bolder with the Boss man out… an we'd met'em head on every time. Thankfully with no injuries or major contact o' the locals. We still wasn't sure just where they'd attack yet.. but we were stay'n together this time. Not take'n any chances… an Lennox assured us the human military would be here ta back us up soon ..I hope so. Man I'm gett'n fond of those little buggers.
Hook was back the' pit spawned slagg'n son of a glitch… It gave the con's a slight advantage have'n their inventor and medic all rolled inta one. It was the only way the con's we'd slagged could'a been repaired without the All Spark shard… and that, thank Primus, was back at tha' base. All safe and cozy.. under lock and key.
If only we'd had it when Optimus…I couldn't keep the growl from escaping as I thought of Prime. After intercepting his signal I was the first ta get there, just in time to see an ambulance leave. Even gunnin' it to the max I was only minutes before the twins, who were come'n from farther away. Poor guys were almost beside themselves with worry.. though they'd never show it openly, least not much… can't say any of the rest of us was much different. It took what seemed like forever for the humans ta leave... but our scan's showed it wouldn't'a mattered. Optimus was already long gone...
Seen Optimus like that hit us all hard. All twisted'n broken. I mentally winced at the visual. Fall like that must'a hurt like Pit. Ratch's scans picked up traces of biological energy…. there'd been some human passengers in 'em …seemed fit'n and just like Prime….the Boss man had went out protect'n those weaker than himself… made all our sparks pulse with pride.
I couldn't fight back the twinge of sadness… and reached out to the others lightly through our bonds. Wasn't nothing like the' privet bond the Twins had.. but it was good enough.. We'd all be do'n that a lot lately.. supportin' each other.. part of being an Autobot .. we take care of our own.
Optimus Prime…
My friend…
We'd fought together for well over several thousands of years… Pit I'd lost track… Slag.. we'd even trained together...
He was still a young'n, slag it! Though ya could never tell by the act and look of em. Bit younger'n me in fact …but not by much. I sighed, send'n a prayer to Primus that once we had'em back at the base the All Spark shard could bring'em back. Just like it had me. I resisted the urge to shiver at the thought .. 'm not go'n there… Die'n wasn't pleasant. But after… now that was someth'n..' I sighed shoving those thoughts aside. Wasn't no good dewellin' on it now.. But count'n on the shard.. well that wasn't a certain thing.. the shard had a limited power supply we just weren't sure how limited. Ratchet fixed Optimus' body up…. Though how in the pit he did it with what he had ta work with I'll never know… I'm start'n ta believe the Twins when they say he can almost slag'n work miracles.. Ol' Hatch knows what he's'a doing that's for sure. But fix'n up a body an bring'n it ta life are two different things.. He isn't Primus and he'd be tha' first ta tell ya that…. But the All Spark was a gift from Primus.. If it worked fur' me why not Prime?…
It's worth a shot. And by Primus if anyone deserved it, it was the Boss man.
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(Amber's view)
After quickly finding a parking spot, choosing one that overlooked the landing strip made it much easier, we all piled out of the car. "Land!" Lorie exclaimed dramatically.
"Oh shut up! My driving's not that bad." April glared. As the two bickered I stepped up to the chain linked fence blocking off the distant landing strip from the lot.
Heartsfield was huge... and being an international airport, always busy. From the terminal to the parking lot, people intent on their destinations were constantly running around in a seemingly organized chaos. A cold dread filled me as I thought of all the people inside, my mind conjuring images from my imagination. Flight attendants, janitors, and countless workers who ran the stores and cafés specifically for passengers…Families meeting other family members, tourists finally getting away for that vacation they'd been planning. Countless business people running to and from jobs... exchange students excited and a little scared about studying abroad… A little girl or boy traveling alone for the first time … That's when it really hit home.
'My God... If something happened here…' My fingers intertwining with the cold metal latticework tightened involuntarily as I gazed worriedly out over the field. Watching several commercial airlines coming and going in well organized, executed routines; I saw no sign of anything unusual… at least not on the outside. No alien robots… I wanted to be relived, say it was all over, have a good laugh and just have a fun day out with my friends. I really did…. but something felt wrong… very very wrong and as much as I tried to shake it, the cold nagging feeling wouldn't go away.
"See sweetie." Stephanie's hand gently touched my shoulder as she came to stand by me. "Everything is fine."
"I wish it was." I whispered my eyes never leaving the airstrip.
A/N
MiniMedic: I'm Sorry ! I'm Sorry ! I'm Sorry ! I'm Sorry ! I know I said I'd update sooner.. And had indented to… But I've been trying to help Ratchet with repairs and get ready for Christmas at the same time…. Please don't kill me! I know this is going agonizingly slow. Story wise and update wise.. But we will get to the other Mechs soon and it will speed up I promise! I'm Sorry ! I'm Sorry ! I'm Sorry ! I'm Sorry!!
Sides: (laying on the table) Ratchet… I think her vocalizer is glitching….
MiniMedic: (Glares throwing a screwdriver at him) Go to Pit you fragger!
Ratchet: ( smirks never looking up from the twins scan results) hmm.. sounds perfectly operational to me… Mini if you please.. Do not damage my patients until they are fully repaired.. (smacks Sunstreaker who's squirming) Hold still!
MiniMedic: fine.. (Mutters) Hypocrite.
Sunny: Ow! (glares at Ratchet) you'd better not have scratched my paint you pit spawn!
Ratchet: (glares back hitting him again) I'll paint you Neon Green if you don't watch it… narcissist!
Sunny: You wouldn't dare! ..o.O ..what the slag'd you call me?
MiniMedic: (glares) basically …a self-absorbed whiny bitch… Now shut up for 5 seconds so I can focus. I'm almost done!
Sunny: Why you!? (growls, starts to get up)
Ratchet: (shoves him down with a loud clang) DOWN NOW! She has every right to be upset with both of you. She's finally has free time but instead of being able to work on her stories and other recreational activities she's been helping me repair your sorry carcass.
Sides: hehe..yeah.. (looks at me) I'm sorry .. we didn't mean to take up all your free time.. forgive us? (puppy eyes)
MiniMedic: yeah.. totally not working.. (glances at him.) Damn it.. you're both ass's you know that?
Sunny: (grins) but we're cute ones..
Sides: OH OH! ( nearly bouncing on his berth)
Ratchet: BE still! (smack)
Sides: (whines) Owww.. Raaattchettt! (looks back at me) I wanta thank the Reviewer for my flowers! .. (grins)
Sunny: Yes.. They got the shade just right…. to compliment my optical color.. (beams looking at the blue cyber flowers)
MiniMedic: o.O .. Sunny I swear.. you had to be a femme' in another life..(Sides: pouting) ok ok I'll thank them.. I was planning on it anyway
Sides: (pouts) but I wanta thank them..
MiniMedic: (glares) Good Lord! What is with you!?
Ratchet: you've babied them too much..
MiniMedic: o.O.. they were sick.. I was just NICE to them…
Ratchet: .. yes.. that's the point.. by the way how does this person sending flowers keep getting the base address?.. (Optics burning into me) you haven't been revealing it to them have you?
Sunstreaker: (stares at Ratchet) you know.. You should take some bedside manner tips from her.. She's a lot nicer than you are..
Ratchet: (snorts) yes and look what its gotten her… having you two run amok in my medbay…no thank you… (Looks back at me) well?
MiniMedic: (glares) of course not! And how the hell should I know? It's a fan girl/guy.. you'd be amazed at what they can do… (blinks) oh look.. Ratchet someone gave you a report.. (snickers)
Ratchet: hmmm? (smirks) well I'm glad someone listens to me .. (looks over my shoulder at reviewers comment… optic twitches) Racket?
Sides: they seriously called you RACKET? (He snickers starts to get up to come look but a glare from the CMO makes him stay on the berth still snickering..)
Sunny: (smirks) well it does fit..(MiniMedic: snickers as Ratchet goes back to his scans)
Ratchet: Kindly thank them for me.
MiniMedic: ( after typing it) ya just did.. (blinks) Oh God you have my Reviewers spying on me for you.. is there any way to out run the long arm of the CMO?
Ratchet: (looking at his charts) No.. Unless you go to Delta quadrant 5 in Sector 12 of the Andromida galaxy... but I have friends there… So technically… No.
MiniMedic/ Twins: o.o
MiniMedic:… OKkkk…. Anyway.. I would also like to thank everyone who reviewed and read so far (smiles) I'm completely amazed… I can't believe I've gotten so many hits on the 6th chapter alone. Please let me know if you see any mistakes and I'll try to correct them. Thank you guys soo much it's meant a lot to me!
What do you guys think of the Jazzman? I wasn't quite sure if I got him down right. I just put him in there for a bit of a switch to see how it flows. I'm still debating about Jazz's alt mode.. I like the Solstice from the moive.. but also love the Porsche as well.. I was thinking if I don't go with the Solstice then ether the newer model Porsche.. Or the 2005 Porsche Carerra GT maybe? good? bad? Feedback most welcome! And Reviews much loved!
Much Love and Happy Holidays!
MiniMedic
(( Sides: (pouts and whines) but… but...I wanta wish them happy holidays! MiniMedic: Good God! FINE! ))
Also….Sunstreaker, Sideswipe (Sides: Yaay!) , and Ratchet