Damn Blue and his terminology... v.v He's really got my muse gearing for a lesson in translation... XD
Another short chapter. Set yet again in the Past.
I don't own the Transformers... Nope... I wish I at least had a Bluestreak...
Chapter 4: Repairs
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1952 Lulling Texas,
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Being repaired in ones altmode hurt like a glitch. It took everything in Blue's power not to cry out or transform while the two mechanics worked on steadily beating out the dents, fixed his door, and stopped the leaks to the point where his nanites would take over the rest of the repairs.
They filled his fuel tank with gasoline, his already strained system working to steadily convert it into energon to fuel his nanites, thus making his fuel gage continuously set on empty, completely baffling the two humans that were currently fixing him up.
"I'm taking the Coronet out for a spin." The younger mech named Spike said as he pulled the fob key that he had created. "I wanta make sure the alignment is set properly."
"Mhm... and ya weren't gonna take 'er out to show 'er off to that pertty lil gal ya been lookin with dem doe eyes wit'." Crowley grinned at the younger mech.
"Okay mebbe a lil but come on. She's practically fixed. And the Vin didn't turn up in the system as a registered number... You said-"
"Ah kno' wha' Ah said. Go ahead boy take her out for a spin."
"Thanks Crowley you're the best!"
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1953, Lulling Texas.
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"Yo Vinny hurry it up. There's no telling when the cops will show up."
Bluestreak woke to the hushed whispers. He had fallen into a light recharge while Spike had taken Carly into the movie theater, leaving him parked in a side alley... there were hands on his frame.. hands that weren't his human...
"Hold ya horses Rad. The cops ain't gonna catch us. There I've got it hooked wench it up."
Once again for the second time since being on this planet he was harshly hoisted by his rear axle... Blue went to rev his engine when the sound of an enforcer's siren chirped loudly. The humans cursed, and before he knew it he was being dragged, his aft hoisted in the air in the middle of a high speed chase... Miles later, several bullets, a set of slashed front tires and a severely sore rear axle later the chase was over...
And Bluestreak soon found himself hoisted up once more and hauled off to the impound lot, where it would be about a week of sitting still until Spike and Crowley would collect him and take him back for yet another round of 'repairs'.