May The Femme Be With You - Chapter 3
"Faster, Magnus!" Optimus hissed, sitting with one hand on the dashboard to prop himself up and the other gripping the back of his seat so he could keep his head turned to the back of the car. He cursed himself that he hadn't gotten in a car with Elita One in the drivers seat. Her driving would have left their pursuers behind looong ago. Or scared everyone else off the road for a faster getaway. Her driving was pretty horrific. But fast.
On the other hand, Ultra Magnus was known for his safe, reliable, driving. Something Optimus REALLY didn't want right now.
Ultra Magnus scurried the little hovercar in and out of traffic, also cursing himself for being stuck in a car with Optimus and being chased by Optimus' hysterical female groupies. "I AM going faster...... " Magnus growled in response, giving the wheel a swift jerk to whizz the car around a large and lumbering transporter truck taking up the lefthand lane.
Optimus gave a short cry as their hovercar tipped up onto its side near the 45 degree angle mark due to Magnus' wild maneuver. The hoverjets screamed with the effort to not tip over. The car clearly wasn't equipped to handle two oversized male Autobots. Amazingly, the car dropped neatly back down onto its four hoverjets and sped forward as Magnus jammed the accelerator as far as it would accept.
"You could've gone shopping with the girls, you could've left me alone in peace, but no, 'Hey Mags! I hate shopping! Lets go find a bar!'", Magnus' voice did a perfect imitation of Optimus' low intense voice. He didn't once flick his gaze to his friend. He kept his optics and hands determinedly directing the car.
Elita One and some of her friends had been heading on a shopping trip when they left the convention center, and Optimus had thought he was resigned to an afternoon of 'spending money we shouldn't spend', until he'd encountered Ultra Magnus leaving the carpark in one of the courtesy hovercraft vehicles. He'd swiftly begged a ride, since he didn't know how to get back to their apartments by himself (he was hopeless with directions).
And now they were stuck with the horrendous girl groupies chasing them for a piece of their cute behinds - or whatever else they could grab.
Optimus winced as Magnus found a clear spot in the traffic and then spun the car around on its jets (illegally, and Primus, Optimus hoped there were no law enforcement officers around to spot THAT one) and charged back the way they had came. Both of them swore when they sped past the overloaded hovercar of fanatic femmes being too slow to turn around and come after them.
Something large came flying out of the femme's car and bounced off the roof, leaving a dent.
"What the %^&$#@! was that?!?!" Magnus demanded.
Optimus peered at the junk on the road as it disappeared into the distance behind them, "I think..... I think that was a breastplate...."
Both mech's went silent. "Maybe they're really after you, not me," Optimus said dully into the silence, hands in his lap.
Magnus grunted in the negative, "Think again."
Optimus nodded, motioning Magnus to slow the car down, "You're so right. Stop the car, if they want me, they can get me."
"NO!"
"You're such a good hero Mags, you know that?" Optimus said, smiling behind his faceplate. The grin disappeared as some traffic appeared in front of their speeding car and Magnus wasn't slowing down. Optimus gripped his seat.
"Uh, Mags..... the cars...." Optimus locked his optics on the car ahead nervously. There was no way around them. Cars in front and building walls to both sides.
Ultra Magnus made no reply. The car gained more speed.
"MAGNUS~! STOP!!!"
Magnus made no move to slow down.
Following its safety programming, the hovercar frantically sent power to all jets at once, and due to their speed, the car gained enough height to get into the air smoothly and soar over the other cars in a perfect arc. It was a maneuver which required skill, expertise the driver of the femme car didn't have. They stopped way behind them, their way blocked. Frustrated screams rang through the air.
"DON'T DO THAT~!" Optimus yelled at a calm Magnus.
"Don't do what, save your cute Commander butt?" Magnus smirked, slowing the car to a reasonable pace and glancing at his friend. Optimus glared at him. It was the glare he applied to his soldiers when he was particularly displeased with their actions.
Magnus shrugged, "That look doesn't work on me." He settled his hands in a more comfortable position on the steering mechanism and tried to relax. Optimus sat staring straight ahead, scowling beneath his mask. He laid his forearm along the top of the door and drummed his fingers lightly.
"Do you still want a drink?" Magnus asked politely. He was following the traffic ahead of him with perfect grace.
"NO," Optimus replied sullenly.
"Then I can drop you home and leave you in Commander Elita's good hands?" Magnus suggested. He tapped his fingers on the wheel as they pulled up at a traffic intersection.
Optimus turned his body slightly in his seat to give Ultra Magnus a hard look. "Why? Are you planning on doing some illicit and 'embarrassing to the Autobots' night-time activities?" Optimus asked.
"Of course not," Magnus said easily. The traffic ahead was starting to move. Magnus eased the car slowly forwards.
Optimus grunted and faced the front again, then screamed, "HOLY PRIMUS!"
A figure threw itself onto their car with a delighted scream, "FOUND YOU!!!"
"SHIT!!" Ultra Magnus hit the brakes. The hoverjets threw up bursts of air to stop forward movement and halted.
A femme had thrown herself onto the front of their hovercar and was squashing herself madly against the windscreen. Magnus sat horrified, face a mask of surprise and disbelief. Optimus was occupied with trying to fit himself into the tiny backseat of their vehicle to distance himself from the mad femme.
"MAGNUS, GET US OUT OF HERE!" Prime yelled.
Magnus' optics blinked, "Get-us-outta-here. Yes, yes, that would be good, except, GO WHERE?! We're blocked in!" he snapped back, as more femmes appeared on ALL sides of the car and started to press in dangerously. The car shook as femmes crowded them in. "If I move, I'll hit them, there'll be femme bits everywhere!"
Optimus crouched down in the backseat and covered his head with his hands, moaning, "Oh god......".
"Thats it, I'm calling the police, this is just too much," Magnus shook his head and reached for his comlink.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING HERE?! You! Off that car!" - a femme was wrenched by force from the windscreen of Magnus' and Optimus' hovercar and tossed onto the sidewalk. Both mech's could see the enraged form of Elita One reaching one-by-one for the clinging femmes and dragging or chucking them aside until the car was nearly clean. The femmes made a crying mess on the sidewalk at their harsh treatment.
"Elita! Thank Primus....." Optimus sighed, and awkwardly got back into the front seat. Magnus nodded in agreement and gave Elita a rare grin. Those warrior Autobot chicks were useful girls.
"Get back and STAY there; bloody crazed femme misfits," Elita grumbled as she shoved aside the last femme and stood next to Optimus' door. She ducked her head down, peering into the car. "You guys alright?" she asked, giving both of them a look-over.
Optimus powered his window down, his optics glowing bright blue up at her, "Thank you for the rescue, 'Lita. I really don't know WHY all these females are throwing themselves at Ultra Magnus like that, its bizarre."
Magnus smacked him in the back of the head with one hand, "They're after you, Commander Femme-Magnet!" he hissed.
"What?!" Optimus responded with a glare.
Elita gave Magnus a fond look, "Oh shoosh Optimus. Thanks Magnus, I was about to do that." She straightened up, rubbing her back with one hand. Throwing 'bots around didn't come without a price on her aging superstructure. "Mags, you better move, you're holding up traffic. Meet you back at the apartments?" she suggested.
"Sure, and thanks for the save," Magnus waved and accelerated the car, heading for the carpark at the end of the road. Optimus waved bye at his mate as they took off.
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Is this the end of the mad femmes? Will they return (with more muscles??) LOL!
"Faster, Magnus!" Optimus hissed, sitting with one hand on the dashboard to prop himself up and the other gripping the back of his seat so he could keep his head turned to the back of the car. He cursed himself that he hadn't gotten in a car with Elita One in the drivers seat. Her driving would have left their pursuers behind looong ago. Or scared everyone else off the road for a faster getaway. Her driving was pretty horrific. But fast.
On the other hand, Ultra Magnus was known for his safe, reliable, driving. Something Optimus REALLY didn't want right now.
Ultra Magnus scurried the little hovercar in and out of traffic, also cursing himself for being stuck in a car with Optimus and being chased by Optimus' hysterical female groupies. "I AM going faster...... " Magnus growled in response, giving the wheel a swift jerk to whizz the car around a large and lumbering transporter truck taking up the lefthand lane.
Optimus gave a short cry as their hovercar tipped up onto its side near the 45 degree angle mark due to Magnus' wild maneuver. The hoverjets screamed with the effort to not tip over. The car clearly wasn't equipped to handle two oversized male Autobots. Amazingly, the car dropped neatly back down onto its four hoverjets and sped forward as Magnus jammed the accelerator as far as it would accept.
"You could've gone shopping with the girls, you could've left me alone in peace, but no, 'Hey Mags! I hate shopping! Lets go find a bar!'", Magnus' voice did a perfect imitation of Optimus' low intense voice. He didn't once flick his gaze to his friend. He kept his optics and hands determinedly directing the car.
Elita One and some of her friends had been heading on a shopping trip when they left the convention center, and Optimus had thought he was resigned to an afternoon of 'spending money we shouldn't spend', until he'd encountered Ultra Magnus leaving the carpark in one of the courtesy hovercraft vehicles. He'd swiftly begged a ride, since he didn't know how to get back to their apartments by himself (he was hopeless with directions).
And now they were stuck with the horrendous girl groupies chasing them for a piece of their cute behinds - or whatever else they could grab.
Optimus winced as Magnus found a clear spot in the traffic and then spun the car around on its jets (illegally, and Primus, Optimus hoped there were no law enforcement officers around to spot THAT one) and charged back the way they had came. Both of them swore when they sped past the overloaded hovercar of fanatic femmes being too slow to turn around and come after them.
Something large came flying out of the femme's car and bounced off the roof, leaving a dent.
"What the %^&$#@! was that?!?!" Magnus demanded.
Optimus peered at the junk on the road as it disappeared into the distance behind them, "I think..... I think that was a breastplate...."
Both mech's went silent. "Maybe they're really after you, not me," Optimus said dully into the silence, hands in his lap.
Magnus grunted in the negative, "Think again."
Optimus nodded, motioning Magnus to slow the car down, "You're so right. Stop the car, if they want me, they can get me."
"NO!"
"You're such a good hero Mags, you know that?" Optimus said, smiling behind his faceplate. The grin disappeared as some traffic appeared in front of their speeding car and Magnus wasn't slowing down. Optimus gripped his seat.
"Uh, Mags..... the cars...." Optimus locked his optics on the car ahead nervously. There was no way around them. Cars in front and building walls to both sides.
Ultra Magnus made no reply. The car gained more speed.
"MAGNUS~! STOP!!!"
Magnus made no move to slow down.
Following its safety programming, the hovercar frantically sent power to all jets at once, and due to their speed, the car gained enough height to get into the air smoothly and soar over the other cars in a perfect arc. It was a maneuver which required skill, expertise the driver of the femme car didn't have. They stopped way behind them, their way blocked. Frustrated screams rang through the air.
"DON'T DO THAT~!" Optimus yelled at a calm Magnus.
"Don't do what, save your cute Commander butt?" Magnus smirked, slowing the car to a reasonable pace and glancing at his friend. Optimus glared at him. It was the glare he applied to his soldiers when he was particularly displeased with their actions.
Magnus shrugged, "That look doesn't work on me." He settled his hands in a more comfortable position on the steering mechanism and tried to relax. Optimus sat staring straight ahead, scowling beneath his mask. He laid his forearm along the top of the door and drummed his fingers lightly.
"Do you still want a drink?" Magnus asked politely. He was following the traffic ahead of him with perfect grace.
"NO," Optimus replied sullenly.
"Then I can drop you home and leave you in Commander Elita's good hands?" Magnus suggested. He tapped his fingers on the wheel as they pulled up at a traffic intersection.
Optimus turned his body slightly in his seat to give Ultra Magnus a hard look. "Why? Are you planning on doing some illicit and 'embarrassing to the Autobots' night-time activities?" Optimus asked.
"Of course not," Magnus said easily. The traffic ahead was starting to move. Magnus eased the car slowly forwards.
Optimus grunted and faced the front again, then screamed, "HOLY PRIMUS!"
A figure threw itself onto their car with a delighted scream, "FOUND YOU!!!"
"SHIT!!" Ultra Magnus hit the brakes. The hoverjets threw up bursts of air to stop forward movement and halted.
A femme had thrown herself onto the front of their hovercar and was squashing herself madly against the windscreen. Magnus sat horrified, face a mask of surprise and disbelief. Optimus was occupied with trying to fit himself into the tiny backseat of their vehicle to distance himself from the mad femme.
"MAGNUS, GET US OUT OF HERE!" Prime yelled.
Magnus' optics blinked, "Get-us-outta-here. Yes, yes, that would be good, except, GO WHERE?! We're blocked in!" he snapped back, as more femmes appeared on ALL sides of the car and started to press in dangerously. The car shook as femmes crowded them in. "If I move, I'll hit them, there'll be femme bits everywhere!"
Optimus crouched down in the backseat and covered his head with his hands, moaning, "Oh god......".
"Thats it, I'm calling the police, this is just too much," Magnus shook his head and reached for his comlink.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING HERE?! You! Off that car!" - a femme was wrenched by force from the windscreen of Magnus' and Optimus' hovercar and tossed onto the sidewalk. Both mech's could see the enraged form of Elita One reaching one-by-one for the clinging femmes and dragging or chucking them aside until the car was nearly clean. The femmes made a crying mess on the sidewalk at their harsh treatment.
"Elita! Thank Primus....." Optimus sighed, and awkwardly got back into the front seat. Magnus nodded in agreement and gave Elita a rare grin. Those warrior Autobot chicks were useful girls.
"Get back and STAY there; bloody crazed femme misfits," Elita grumbled as she shoved aside the last femme and stood next to Optimus' door. She ducked her head down, peering into the car. "You guys alright?" she asked, giving both of them a look-over.
Optimus powered his window down, his optics glowing bright blue up at her, "Thank you for the rescue, 'Lita. I really don't know WHY all these females are throwing themselves at Ultra Magnus like that, its bizarre."
Magnus smacked him in the back of the head with one hand, "They're after you, Commander Femme-Magnet!" he hissed.
"What?!" Optimus responded with a glare.
Elita gave Magnus a fond look, "Oh shoosh Optimus. Thanks Magnus, I was about to do that." She straightened up, rubbing her back with one hand. Throwing 'bots around didn't come without a price on her aging superstructure. "Mags, you better move, you're holding up traffic. Meet you back at the apartments?" she suggested.
"Sure, and thanks for the save," Magnus waved and accelerated the car, heading for the carpark at the end of the road. Optimus waved bye at his mate as they took off.
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Is this the end of the mad femmes? Will they return (with more muscles??) LOL!