Disclaimage-Transformers belong to Hasbro. 2 Legit 2 Quit belongs to MC Hammer... probably... Unless he sold it... I wouldn't be surprised.
Junk-Well it's been a while... A looong while, since my last update. I wish I had a good excuse, but sadly no.
This chapter gets a tad suggestive but don't worry too much, "suggestive" is as far as it goes.
"Jason and the Quasi Xenomorphs in Detroit will return after these messages." The television told the two teenagers who stared at the box blankly.
Olivia yawned. Once again they had created a plan to contact the Autobots and had gotten bored. The Minicons were still working diligently in the garage despite the fact that the benefactors of their invention had completely lost interest. Suddenly a foul odor became noticed by the teenage girl and she jumped from her seat.
"What the—what's that smell?"
Scourge sniffed the air in the animal-like way he did things like this, "It does not smell of victory and that is the only odor, I wish to recognize."
"Oh Primus--! It's you! You smell terrible!"
"The human method of detecting odors remains a mystery to me. Until I get my body back and can properly detect smells, I shall do my own to ignore it, even if that should bring about my venerable demise." Scourge said nonchalantly. Although human television was not exactly interesting to him, he felt that he should point out to his "sister" that she was keeping him from it.
"Like you learned to ignore bathing? Why don't you go 'ignore' your jungle pride for a few minutes while you find a take a much needed 'surrender' to a bar of soap?"
Scourge stood and snarled, "Ever since I arrived here people have tried to control me in everything I do. When it was just Optimus Prime it was fine, as he understood how I wished to be treated. But on this planet I am treated to insults and commands to the response of every small thing!"
"This is not a small thing Scourge!" Olivia shouted.
"What's going on in here?" Lori said as she walked into the room.
"I will tell you nothing!" Scott shouted disagreeably.
"Scourge is reeking up the place and now he's getting all pissy because I'm telling him what to do," Olivia said as she held her nose and backed away slowly from her brother.
Lori caught whiff of what her sister was telling her and soon her own hand was covering her nose, "Oh…. Yeah, you definitely need a shower or two."
"Never! I will never again take orders from you two!"
Lori sighed. "I think this calls for a male touch." She said as she walked to the phone.
"Hello, Coby?"
"Ooh! Here's an idea!" Bud shouted happily, "Let's take a bath together! All three of us!"
"Bud, you're crazy. How old are you again? Sheesh," Coby said. His brother's comments got stranger by the day, he thought.
"I admit, I must agree as well, teacher. Although I understand how the male anatomy varies, I am not at will to compare, nor will such comparison serve me any purpose serve me any purpose in what really matters." Scourge commented, almost thoughtfully.
"Come on it will be fun!" Bud declared.
"Oh no, I know that look. It means your about to do something weird." Coby gasped.
"I do not wish to second-guess your ever-perceptive judgment, Bud, but perhaps…"
The youngest boy in the room seemed set on his plan and continued to be annoyingly persistent. In mere moments he was forcibly removing Scott's pants, but met with plenty of resistance from the dirty blonde. "Don't be shy," The skull-capped boy said in a near sing-song voice despite larger boys hand on his face forcing him away.
"Bud! Stop it!" Coby shouted as he joined the fray in an attempt to separate the two, but Bud was surprisingly strong.
"A-ha, I knew it!" Came a voice from the door. The boys all stopped to see what the noise was only to see the door shut quickly. Scourge looked back only to see that the younger boy had taken the opportunity caused by the distraction to quickly undo his zipper. The epic struggle began anew.
Lori held the door shut with both arms and panted quickly as she had nearly been caught spying. As she heard the heated tussle continue she sighed in relief.
"What were you doing?" Lori jumped as she heard the sound of her older sister's voice.
Lori quickly searched for a lie as she looked at the taller girl standing over her with arms' crossed, but thought of nothing, "I… I think… This may sound crazy, but I think Bud and Scourge are trying to get between me and Coby."
"You're right, that does sound crazy… and also unlikely." Olivia said stoically.
"It's not that unli--!"
"Lori! Lori!" shouted Jolt as he ran down the hall towards them, "Bad news!"
"We were working on the Frequency-Established Transmission Inhibitationator Device that would help us find some nearby Autobots that could help, when I found some cloaking signatures…" Jolt said as he motioned to the various high-tech gizmos and gadgetry that they had assembled within Lori's garage over the last couple of hours. Six-Speed and Reverb still seemed to be working their little core processors out tinkering with various bits of mechanical potpourri. They didn't even seem to notice their self-proclaimed leader making the fuss that he was.
"You found them? I thought the whole idea of a cloaking device was to keep something hidden." Lori mentioned, happy that for once she had a basic idea of what Jolt was babbling about.
"In most cases," Override said with her arms crossed and eyes closed, making her look quite serious, "But cloaking devices aren't perfect. There's always someway to pick up on the frequencies they give off. But that's nearly impossible unless we've seen that particular technology used at least several times before."
"What she said," Jolt added, knowing how much Lori hated it when he dragged out explanations.
"Which means…?" Lori asked, but somehow knew exactly what was going to be said.
"Old friends…"
"So Override and Scourge have been turned into humans, eh?" A cloaked Planet Xian said from his hiding place, even though he had no discernable face his growing amusement was visible, "Starscream sure does things a lot differently from Megatron. I like his style, less heavy-lifting, more theatrics."
"Word," Said another cloaked Transformer, "That cat, Starscream can really lay some fresh rhymes, if you know what I'm sayin'. Like music to my audio receptors."
While the other was black and had a sleek form with spiky, sloping protrusions, this one was blue and almost boxy in his design. In a strange way though, they really could have been brothers.
"No, I have no idea what you're saying. I can hardly ever understand you; it's like we're speaking two completely different languages. Why don't you use your little voice-stealing trick to give me some better company? There's no telling how long we'll be covert, like this."
"You mean like, change my tune? That just won't fly. Dig? I'm 2 legit 2 quit, hear? You catching the beats I'm passin' down your way or we gonna' have a tussle on our hands?"
"What? No! I have no idea what you're saying!"
The ensuing racket of the two offworlders arguing was enough to make one question just how good covert agents these two could be. A smaller Transformer perched in a nearby tree stifled a laugh. If it weren't for a silver glint and a whir of gears signifying the mystery bot's speedy departure there would be no way of knowing she had even been there.