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Torika_Blayde: Wow! 3 reviews for my first chapter story of Transformers Armada, I feel so happy. In fact I feel so happy that I could hug someone. *Runs over to Hot Shot and hugs his leg.* See what you guys made me do!? You made me sooo happy that I'm now out of my usual character. *Hugs Hot Shot harder.*
Hot Shot: *Sweatdrops.* Ah, T_B? Are you ok?
T_B: Sure I am, I'm just sssooo HAPPY!!!
Disclaimer: *Pointing at certain objects and people.* Don't own, don't own. Do own plot, Tori and Zack. Wish I owned Hot Shot and Starscream. (^_^)
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~*~Chapter 2: A Little Mistake Fixed~*~
Not so long after the leader of the Autobots had left, a certain teenaged girl, stepped out of her hiding place in Optimus' closet (I know he most probably doesn't have one, but in this story he does). Clasped tightly in her hands, was a small black and red video cam.
Smiling evilly to know one in particular, Tori then headed slowly towards the door Optimus had gone through not so long ago; a sudden "dunt" from the computer was the only thing that had stoped her in her tracks. Looking back towards the computer screen, her mystic blue eyes lit up as they saw the box that had all of a sudden appeared of the screen.
Turning around, the girl then made a beeline towards the computer, video camera still in her hands. Upon reaching the table of where the computer sat, Tori then placed her camera into the back pocket of her stake pants (it's one of those unlimited space pockets, where practically anything can fit in it. All her pockets on these skate pants are like that).
Taking her hand out of the pocket, she then reached into her front pocket. Rummaging through it for a while, she then pulled out her hand; her fingers were now wrapped tightly around a rope that was attached to a grappler hook at the end. She then started to swing the rope around in a large windmill type pattern.
Seconds later, the rope flew out of her hands, and up into the air, the grappler hook twisting itself around the arm of Optimus' giant metal chair. The leftover rope dangled a few inches above her head.
Whipping a few stay strands of metallic red hair out of the way, and back into her naturally brown hair, she then rubbed her hands together to get them ready for the long climb ahead.
First tugging on the end of the rope to see if it was secure enough for her to clime it, satisfied that it was; she jumped up and grabbed the rope, and started the long, and maybe dangerous climb.
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Once reaching the arm of the chair, Tori then stared at the computer screen. The box said something about an error in the address that he had typed in, checking the address that Optimus had tried to type in, she realised that he had forgotten to type in the '@moonbase.com.' As quickly she could, since the keys were easily a few feet apart, she typed it in and pressed the send button.
Watching it send properly this time, and logging off (she had to log in to send the e-mail) from the Internet, she then disentangled the grappler hook and placed it, yet again back into her pocket. While she did that, her other hand was searching the other front pocket for something to help her get down from this great height, without tying anything to the chair.
A few minutes passed, and her hand emerged form the pocket, in its grip a piece of cloth. "Great, this is all I can find. How helpful." She told herself sarcastically. By shier coincidence, the so-called cloth was about the size of a bed sheet.
A creaking sound from the door suddenly reached her ears, and then Optimus' voice rang through the room. "I'll be there in a minute! I just need to get something." He's voice called from outside.
"Shit!" Tori swore as she raced towards the closest chair leg with much difficulty, as the bed sheet kept on wanting to trip her over. Making it with only seconds to spear, she started to twist the sheet into something that she could easily grip, but the slow metallic foot steps that were heading her way, extinguished the idea right away. Instead, she leapt off the chair and into the air, just in time to miss Optimus' giant robot butt as he decided to sit down.
Now falling, the ground rushing up to meet her, Tori gave a silent scream, and shut her eyes. I can't die like this, no way. I don't want to die a pancake! She thought as several emotions swam through her head.
A rippling sound from above soon reached her ears. Looking up at the bed sheet still held tightly in her grip; surprise catching her, she had almost let go of her hold. The sheet was slowly unravelling itself, opening itself up like a parachute; slowing down the fall just in time.
Lightly landing on the floor, Tori run full ball to hide herself underneath Optimus' desk. Finally out of viewing rang; she quickly stuffed the sheet back into her front pocket. As she stuffed the last corner into her pocket, she saw/heard Optimus walk out of the room. Sighing in relief, for she was now in no immediate danger, Tori then started to walk towards the door.
As she reached it, and was about to scramble under the human sized crack, the door suddenly burst open; just narrowly missing her head. Eyes popping out of their sockets, Tori bought her hands up to her head, checking to see if it was still intact. Sighing gratefully, the girl then started to run down the hall, away from the dangerous room, and the even more dangerous bot.
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Finally reaching her destination, the shooting range, Tori slowed herself down until she was walking, and walked slowly into the room. Hot Shot and Blurr were at it again; well at least the sound of them and their ammo put together, no one would be able th hear her make the phone call. Even they were too busy to notice that she had entered the room.
Walking over to a corner in the room, Tori then sat herself down and took out her com-link from her lower front pocket. Dialling in a few numbers, she rang up her good friend Zack.
~The D-Con Base~
Pacing the small room, Zack tried to think of ways to end his boredom, nothing coming to his head, he sat himself down on his bed. "There's nothing to do in this hell hole," He told himself, but was interrupted as his com-link started to vibrate. Taking out of his pocket, he then stared at the screen. The only people that he knew had his number, apart from the Decepticon leader and Thrust, was Tori, and she only called when she needed something.
Opening the link, a picture of the girl, Tori, could be seen on the small screen. "Hello?"
"Hi Zack, nice to see you again." The girl said excitedly.
"Yeah, you too."
"Owe, don't you like me?" she said as a saddened look came over her on the screen, but soon disappeared, and was replaced by the look of happiness. "Away from the greetings; I've got excellent news for you!"
"And that would be?"
"Your boredom's over!" she cried out happily.
"How'd you know I was bored?"
"Easy, the only way to make you happy, is to take you on a field trip to the meadow; and there isn't really a meadow over there am I right?"
"Ah, yeah"
"Good, well anyways. The Screamer's getting an e-mail coming his way."
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Do you still have your video cam?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay, that's good. Now follow the Screamer around, and when you see him open the e-mail, make sure you record everything; I guarantee that it would be funny." Tori's face than gave an evil grin.
Backing his head away a bit, Zack then looked back at the screen. "O-K?" He said, suddenly scared of Tori. "Why do you want me to do it?"
"I can't exactly go over there and record it myself, can I? And by the way, you're bored; might as well hand the job over to you then. Soo, do we have a deal?"
"Alright!"
"Great, link me back once you know who Starscream sent the e-mail to, ok?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Great, thanks a bunch!" She disconnects her link.
Zack stared at the blank screen for a while, and then places it back in to his pocket. Looking around the room for a certain object and finds it, his navy and black video cam. He walks over to it, and picks it up; he then walks silently out of the room, his footsteps muffled by the thick cover of moon dust.
He was searching for his first victim. . .
~Autobot Base~
Disconnecting her link to Zack, her face bright with happiness, Tori starts to dance her victory dance, unaware that Hot Shot and Blurr had now stopped, and were now staring at her strangely.
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Another chapter done and gone for those of you who had reviewed. I hope you enjoy. And please I neeeed more reviews. I'm also open for some ideas that you might want me to use in latter chapters. Flames are welcome too. (^_^)
OK, T_B signing off, G-Bye
Torika_Blayde: Wow! 3 reviews for my first chapter story of Transformers Armada, I feel so happy. In fact I feel so happy that I could hug someone. *Runs over to Hot Shot and hugs his leg.* See what you guys made me do!? You made me sooo happy that I'm now out of my usual character. *Hugs Hot Shot harder.*
Hot Shot: *Sweatdrops.* Ah, T_B? Are you ok?
T_B: Sure I am, I'm just sssooo HAPPY!!!
Disclaimer: *Pointing at certain objects and people.* Don't own, don't own. Do own plot, Tori and Zack. Wish I owned Hot Shot and Starscream. (^_^)
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~*~Chapter 2: A Little Mistake Fixed~*~
Not so long after the leader of the Autobots had left, a certain teenaged girl, stepped out of her hiding place in Optimus' closet (I know he most probably doesn't have one, but in this story he does). Clasped tightly in her hands, was a small black and red video cam.
Smiling evilly to know one in particular, Tori then headed slowly towards the door Optimus had gone through not so long ago; a sudden "dunt" from the computer was the only thing that had stoped her in her tracks. Looking back towards the computer screen, her mystic blue eyes lit up as they saw the box that had all of a sudden appeared of the screen.
Turning around, the girl then made a beeline towards the computer, video camera still in her hands. Upon reaching the table of where the computer sat, Tori then placed her camera into the back pocket of her stake pants (it's one of those unlimited space pockets, where practically anything can fit in it. All her pockets on these skate pants are like that).
Taking her hand out of the pocket, she then reached into her front pocket. Rummaging through it for a while, she then pulled out her hand; her fingers were now wrapped tightly around a rope that was attached to a grappler hook at the end. She then started to swing the rope around in a large windmill type pattern.
Seconds later, the rope flew out of her hands, and up into the air, the grappler hook twisting itself around the arm of Optimus' giant metal chair. The leftover rope dangled a few inches above her head.
Whipping a few stay strands of metallic red hair out of the way, and back into her naturally brown hair, she then rubbed her hands together to get them ready for the long climb ahead.
First tugging on the end of the rope to see if it was secure enough for her to clime it, satisfied that it was; she jumped up and grabbed the rope, and started the long, and maybe dangerous climb.
*~*~*
Once reaching the arm of the chair, Tori then stared at the computer screen. The box said something about an error in the address that he had typed in, checking the address that Optimus had tried to type in, she realised that he had forgotten to type in the '@moonbase.com.' As quickly she could, since the keys were easily a few feet apart, she typed it in and pressed the send button.
Watching it send properly this time, and logging off (she had to log in to send the e-mail) from the Internet, she then disentangled the grappler hook and placed it, yet again back into her pocket. While she did that, her other hand was searching the other front pocket for something to help her get down from this great height, without tying anything to the chair.
A few minutes passed, and her hand emerged form the pocket, in its grip a piece of cloth. "Great, this is all I can find. How helpful." She told herself sarcastically. By shier coincidence, the so-called cloth was about the size of a bed sheet.
A creaking sound from the door suddenly reached her ears, and then Optimus' voice rang through the room. "I'll be there in a minute! I just need to get something." He's voice called from outside.
"Shit!" Tori swore as she raced towards the closest chair leg with much difficulty, as the bed sheet kept on wanting to trip her over. Making it with only seconds to spear, she started to twist the sheet into something that she could easily grip, but the slow metallic foot steps that were heading her way, extinguished the idea right away. Instead, she leapt off the chair and into the air, just in time to miss Optimus' giant robot butt as he decided to sit down.
Now falling, the ground rushing up to meet her, Tori gave a silent scream, and shut her eyes. I can't die like this, no way. I don't want to die a pancake! She thought as several emotions swam through her head.
A rippling sound from above soon reached her ears. Looking up at the bed sheet still held tightly in her grip; surprise catching her, she had almost let go of her hold. The sheet was slowly unravelling itself, opening itself up like a parachute; slowing down the fall just in time.
Lightly landing on the floor, Tori run full ball to hide herself underneath Optimus' desk. Finally out of viewing rang; she quickly stuffed the sheet back into her front pocket. As she stuffed the last corner into her pocket, she saw/heard Optimus walk out of the room. Sighing in relief, for she was now in no immediate danger, Tori then started to walk towards the door.
As she reached it, and was about to scramble under the human sized crack, the door suddenly burst open; just narrowly missing her head. Eyes popping out of their sockets, Tori bought her hands up to her head, checking to see if it was still intact. Sighing gratefully, the girl then started to run down the hall, away from the dangerous room, and the even more dangerous bot.
*~*~*
Finally reaching her destination, the shooting range, Tori slowed herself down until she was walking, and walked slowly into the room. Hot Shot and Blurr were at it again; well at least the sound of them and their ammo put together, no one would be able th hear her make the phone call. Even they were too busy to notice that she had entered the room.
Walking over to a corner in the room, Tori then sat herself down and took out her com-link from her lower front pocket. Dialling in a few numbers, she rang up her good friend Zack.
~The D-Con Base~
Pacing the small room, Zack tried to think of ways to end his boredom, nothing coming to his head, he sat himself down on his bed. "There's nothing to do in this hell hole," He told himself, but was interrupted as his com-link started to vibrate. Taking out of his pocket, he then stared at the screen. The only people that he knew had his number, apart from the Decepticon leader and Thrust, was Tori, and she only called when she needed something.
Opening the link, a picture of the girl, Tori, could be seen on the small screen. "Hello?"
"Hi Zack, nice to see you again." The girl said excitedly.
"Yeah, you too."
"Owe, don't you like me?" she said as a saddened look came over her on the screen, but soon disappeared, and was replaced by the look of happiness. "Away from the greetings; I've got excellent news for you!"
"And that would be?"
"Your boredom's over!" she cried out happily.
"How'd you know I was bored?"
"Easy, the only way to make you happy, is to take you on a field trip to the meadow; and there isn't really a meadow over there am I right?"
"Ah, yeah"
"Good, well anyways. The Screamer's getting an e-mail coming his way."
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Do you still have your video cam?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay, that's good. Now follow the Screamer around, and when you see him open the e-mail, make sure you record everything; I guarantee that it would be funny." Tori's face than gave an evil grin.
Backing his head away a bit, Zack then looked back at the screen. "O-K?" He said, suddenly scared of Tori. "Why do you want me to do it?"
"I can't exactly go over there and record it myself, can I? And by the way, you're bored; might as well hand the job over to you then. Soo, do we have a deal?"
"Alright!"
"Great, link me back once you know who Starscream sent the e-mail to, ok?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Great, thanks a bunch!" She disconnects her link.
Zack stared at the blank screen for a while, and then places it back in to his pocket. Looking around the room for a certain object and finds it, his navy and black video cam. He walks over to it, and picks it up; he then walks silently out of the room, his footsteps muffled by the thick cover of moon dust.
He was searching for his first victim. . .
~Autobot Base~
Disconnecting her link to Zack, her face bright with happiness, Tori starts to dance her victory dance, unaware that Hot Shot and Blurr had now stopped, and were now staring at her strangely.
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Another chapter done and gone for those of you who had reviewed. I hope you enjoy. And please I neeeed more reviews. I'm also open for some ideas that you might want me to use in latter chapters. Flames are welcome too. (^_^)
OK, T_B signing off, G-Bye