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I felt the need to mention that Sam has backbone, and to answer the question about his nickname from chapter 2 or 3, 'blackjack' , I think that he would find the need to distance himself from his weaknesses he had during Mission City and The Fallen incident.
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He stared at the infamous Megatron, standing in the bedroom door-way with her hands on either side of the entrance, panting at him with an angry glare for waking her up. Hell, the only thing that stopped him for jumping her was Starcream sitting on the couch.
A man had to have principles after all.
He simply turned away and regarded Starscream with an unreadable expression.
"Well, anybody gonna tell me why there is two formally metallic smokin' hot babes in my livingroom that not a year ago tried to kill me in various ways-" He paused to catch his breath before continuing. "And way exactly is there an F-22 Raptor in my front yard?"
Megatron was suddenly the picture the calm and sat on the couch beside her lieutenant before looking at him with a look that told him he wasn't gonna like the answer. She was about to answer his question, or at least something pertaining to it before the doorbell interrupted the wonderful conversation that was about to begin. He angrily opened the door seeing two women at the door before grabbing them and throwing them on the couch, and sat down on the recliner facing the couch.
"Well Sam-" He seemed to produce horns and red eyes before she correcting herself. "-Blackjack, you see we have had our holoforms upgraded lately and we decided that we-" He lost track of the conversation observing the two other women in his house.
The first one was a relatively short women with, a pair of cut-off jeans and a camo swim-suit top with brown hair in a pony-tail, leaving her hair trailing down her back. He noticed the swim-top was only just big enough to cover her nipples and was straining to contain said appendages.
The gray fingerless gloves completing the outfit.
He looked at the other woman with a curious tilt of his head, if only slightly.
She was a police officer , a gorgeous one, but a fucking police officer. She had on a abnormally-short pencil skirt with a button-up shirt that was one size too small and was rolled up at the sleeves. She had on the customary hat all police officers wear with a tazer at her waist. He vaguely noticed she was the only one there who's tits could compare with Megatron.
And it hit him.
He halted Megatron's long explanation to point at said ladies and ask. "Barricade, Blackout?"
She nodded and continued her story like nothing happened, covering the things she missed before finishing with a- "And that is how this turned out this way." She motioned toward her comrades
Acting like he listened, he nodded and asked the one question she never answered.
"So, that aside, why are you here?"
All four girls started fidgeting before blaring out in perfect unison.
"WE NEED TO ASK FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE!" Making him almost fly off the couch.
He regained his composure and asked simply. "Why?"
Megatron replied back for them: "The Autobots have wiped out our resourses, we have no more places to hide and plan our next move. We need your help."
He put his hands together in front of him and fixed them with a glare.
"Yeah, seems that everybody does, but the autobots needed it and I said no, I was forced to act.
What makes your deal any better than theirs?" He asked.
Megatron grinned and slowly stood up and crawled across the table to lean against him, Flicking his chin with her tongue. "Simple, I offer this: I will have sexual intercourse with you anytime, anywhere, anyway if you help us." She pointed her thumb at her fellow Decepticons. "They'll join in too." This caused protest in the woman before their leader looked at them with an expression promising misery and pain before looking up and smiling back at him.
Starscream spoke first. "But where will we keep our bodies, my lord?"
Sam picked Megatron up off the table and carried her outside. The other three cybertronians following the couple/fuck-buddies. He put down Megatron on the lawn before lifting up a patch of grass to reveal a set of buttons. He placed a finger on one and a grinding sound was heard before giant panel rose up from the ground in front of the garage door.
He grinned. "Problem solved."
They descended the ramp that led down to find a space about the size of a Walmart parking-lot, extending a mile in a wide flat surface. In only a portion of that surface was four seemingly
brand-new vehicles.
The first was a 1967 Pontiac GTO with a V-8 engine, and a black finish. The motor was jutting out he middle of the hood, mocking it's prey, it seemed. (Think Vin Diesel's motor on the hood of that black car from Fast and Furious.)
The second was a Black Lamborghini Murcielago with a cherry red interior. The tires were bulkier than normal, subjecting off-road capabilities in the sports car.
The next one down was a navy blue 1969 Camaro with the back-end lifted up by 6 inches, making the muscle car point down slightly, probably with the choice to pop wheelies if needed.
The last in the line was definitely not a car. It was a camo-painted three-wheeled motorcycle, the two wheels in the front, one larger one in the back, and what looked like a hood-mounted machine gun.
The decepticon women were throughly impressed with his tastes in ground transportation.
"Good enough?" He loved to impress.
Megatron looked up. "You mean?"
"Yeah, you and the decepticons can stay." She pumped her fist in the air.
"But, we need to set some ground-rules. My house, my rules." She nodded happily.
"Not to mention..." He pulled her in for a kiss.
"I need rent." He reached under her dress to stick a finger in her vagina, making her buck into it, wanting more.
The other three girls were looking at the display with disgust etched into their faces.
It was the holoformed Barricade that spoke first.
"Well,at least we don't have to pay the rent."
The other two nodded.
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hehehehehe...
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