Yo! What up? Nothing much happening around here. Just watched some good "Doctor Who." ...That's just about it. Anyway, on to them reviews!
To Link's Rose: Haha, yes, yes he is. Ehhhmmm, ok, is that a spasm attack from the cuteness? My sis does that with the keyboard a lot. This is gonna (hopefully) be a funny chapter, so I hopes ya be likin' it!
To EHSparkwoman: He's talking normally; you'll see why he sounds that way soon. Worry not: I shan't! Or at least, I'll try to not. Hey, Megatwit! Megatron: WHAT? Me: Wanna play hide-and-seek with the mini Decepticons? Try looking over there! *points in opposite direction of the mini Decepticons*
Uund nohw, zeh chahppee-terr. Sorry, weird accent. And now, the chappy-ter.
"Whaaa?" I exclaimed in astonishment, "You're Bee?! Oh my goodness, this is so cool! I keep meeting some of the most awesome Transformers- I mean Cybertronians- ever! You're the star of the entire first movie! The recent CGI one I mean, not the G1 version where some of the best characters die within the first minute or something."
"Isn-n-n-n't the Witwicky boy the star?" Bumblebee inquired, but it sounded like he was just testing my fangirl-ness.
"Ha!" I laughed derisively, "No, he's the human who runs around and freaks out and worries about how the Autobots might somehow affect his social life or something. The whole point of the movie is the Transformers themselves! Or, it should be. And should've had way less dying.
Can't believe the director killed off so many characters. And then, one of the few capable humans, Mikaela, is replaced with the girly twit Carly. Not ONE HAIR out of place! Not a single wound! Thinks the business dude is giving away a free car just because! Honestly, I've read far better Fanfictions..."
I trailed off as I realized that I was rambling on and on, so I stopped, feeling embarrassed. I couldn't believe I'd just gone on a complaining fangirl-rant while talking with two of the best Autobots EVER!
I'd become quite the chatterbox lately.
I noted that Jazz was smirking at my fangirl-ish outburst, and Bumblebee might've been smiling too, but I'd only just met him and it was harder to tell.
ShortCircuit meanwhile, was enjoying seeing my memories of the different Transformers movies, as well as my opinion of them
"Heh," I chuckled for a second, then asked Bumblebee, "So, um, how come you can talk? In the movie, you couldn't, and had to use the radio."
The gold Autobot rolled his glowing blue optics, "You humans tend-d-d-d to exaggerate things, especially in your movies-z-z-z-z."
"Yeh," Jazz added, "Tha' talkin' through th' radio idea a' the humans s' pretty neat. But Bee's jest got a recent injury tha' still needs some fixin' up an' natural repairin.' I s'pose th' humans thought it'd be more innerestin' t' have 'im mute in their movie. Like 'e said, you humans love t' exaggerate."
"Ohhh, ok," I replied, nodding in understanding, and then in realization, "Oh! So that's why Starscream looks like an absurdly triangle-ish giant silvery Dorito in the movie; he only looks faintly triangle-y-ish in real life. The movie-people got the pointy claws and cockpit pretty much correct though."
I heard Starscream hissing at me over ShortCircuit's comlink at my comment. It wasn't a quick hiss, like a cat, it was slow and drawn out, like a very miffed snake, making the irritated hiss much more sinister and epic somehow.
I hissed back at him mockingly, then remembered that I had two Autobots watching me. Well, staring now. And I was probably back on Screamer's kill-list. Oh well, nothing to lose.
"Eh... Heh heh," I laughed nervously, "So, um, what's up? Can we- ShortCircuit and I- help you out with anything?"
"Well," Jazz mentioned with a shrug, "Ya did agree earlier t' tell us more 'bout the 'Cons, y'know."
"Oh, ok," I agreed, "Sure thing." I winced at the infuriated screech from Starscream as I willingly agreed to blatantly disobey his order.
"I don't actually know that much about the individual Decepticons, or what their plans are," I apologized to the Autobots, an apology that, at the same time, was a reassurance to Starscream that I couldn't do any harm.
'Sneaky,' ShortCircuit mentally praised me, to which I responded with a silent, 'Thanks.'
"I do know that Starscream is helping out the littler, 'defective' 'Cons," I continued, wincing at a slightly quieter –though far more indignant- screech from Starscream.
"And, because you said that the little ones should be protected," I added quickly, still cringing as Starscream screech quieted into growling, "Then maybe that means that Starscream could be your ally?"
The comlink went suddenly dead silent.
Bumblebee made an uncertain grimace-face, and Jazz looked contemplative.
'Good, good idea!' ShortCircuit agreed mentally, making sure Starscream couldn't overhear across her comlink, 'Then is no need for fighting or killing of him or Autobots!'
'Are you starting to like them?' I asked her in thought, to which she replied, 'No. But I is agreeing that is not good to fight. Allies is better than enemies.'
'Good point,' I thought to her, then told the Autobots what she'd said, adding, "Starscream stopped ShortCircuit and me from falling out of a tree, so he's not really that bad. At least when he isn't miffed. And, as everyone knows, he hates Megatwit. As do the Autobots"
Jazz gave a half nod, half shrug sort of gesture, the kind that means, 'Eh. I guess.'
Reluctantly, Bumblebee spoke up, "The en-n-n-nemy of my enemy is my... not-so-bad-d-d-d enemy." I made a wry face at the changed quote, but said nothing.
"Welllll," Jazz mused, an amused tone in his voice, " Sounds like an innerestin' idea. Though I doubt Screamer'd want t' join the 'Bots anytime soon."
I heard a disgusted "hmph!" from the comlink.
"Probably not," I allowed, "But still, it's worth a shot, right?"
Jazz grinned, "I s'pose we could talk with Prime 'bout it. Why doncha' come along?"
I jumped up and down, bunching up my arms and squealing ecstatically, "Yesyesyes yes YES!" I paused for a second, then asked timidly, "Could my sister, Freefel, please come too? She's been dying to meet more of you guys."
"I don' see why not," Jazz answered with a grin, "You go an' bring her an' the other lil' 'Con here, a'right?"
"Sure!" I agreed, "Be right back!" I then raced over toward the other side of the house.
"Freefel! Blindside!" I called, and both crawled from the front of the roof to where I was in the back. "C'mon!" I told them excitedly, "You get to come along! We're gonna go see more Autobots –maybe even Optimus himself- so we can get Starry to join forces."
Blindside looked as if the thought of being around Autobots made him physically ill, and he shook his head, "It could be a trap."
"But it isn't," I told him insistently, "The 'Bots could've killed ShortCicuit and I when we first met them, but they didn't. They could've killed us –and you two- now, but they didn't."
Blindside didn't look convinced, and Freefel looked regretful that she'd be unable to come, because she'd have to stay home keeping Blindside calm.
"I can't leave 'im all alone," my sister sighed, "And I guess it's true; he might not be very safe there. Not all of the 'Bots are super friendly all the time."
"Ironhide isn't here," I stated.
Blindside relaxed slightly, and Freefel dropped the Rapid-Fire Nerf dart gun that she'd been holding.
"Take me to their leader!" she laughed.
