Once again, I'm sorry that RL sucks and I haven't posted anything in forever.
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Peace offering?
Sam and Jazz stared after the retreating car, shock and confusion evident on both of their features.
Neither of them were really sure what had happened...
"Did... you just see evil demon car go racing away?"
"Uh, yeah, dude. What 'bout you?"
"Uh huh."
Jazz transformed back into a car, swinging open his passenger side door.
"Jazz? Do you know what he meant... by 'Not all good guys tell the truth'?
"I c'n only guess, man."
Sam sprawled out over the seats, back resting against the door and feet propped up on the hologram's lap.
"I didn't know holograms could be solid..."
"All Hound, little dude," Jazz's voice sounded, eerily coming from the holo's mouth and the speakers.
"Hound?"
"Another 'bot. Speakin' of which, you never actually met th' others, did ya?"
"No, it was kind... of like, "OMG alien ROBOTS!" then "Give us the glasses, we come in peace" then "Dude! That's... the ALLSPARK!""
Jazz laughed.
"Heh, well, that sounds about righ'! They- meanin' Ratchet, mostly- wanna ask you questions."
Jazz felt the skinny teenager stiffen in the seat, barely noticable if not for the sensors that lined the entire cab.
"Hey, hey! Calm down, little dude, I ain't gonna let anythin' happen t' ya!"
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm not... exactly the tallest person out there. Do you realize just how easy it would be for them to step on me if I didn't give them the answers they wanted?"
Jazz cracked up, frame shaking from the effort to keep himself in alternate mode.
"Seriously? C'mon, kiddo, do I seem like th' kinda person t' let anybot step on ya?"
Sam shifted, embarrassed.
"Well... No, but accidents happen, right?"
"Not these kinds!"
Jazz pulled up to a stop next to the same warehouse they'd gone to yesterday and flipped open the passenger door, nearly sending Sam tumbling to the ground.
"C'mon, c'mon, little dude! Let's go!"
Sam grumbled and climbed out of the robot/car, scowling.
"What's the hurry? It's not like they're gonna... disappear..."
The shifty, electric noise of gears sliding around accompanied the sight of the Solstice turing into Jazz, who held out a hand. Sam climbed on, gripping a finger tightly to keep his balance.
"This time, you're actually gonna get introduced! BB should've already brought your friend here, so c'mon!"
The silver 'bot bounced through the warehouse door, announcing his presence with a loud, "Look who's in da house, baby!"
"Jazz, ye idiot, don't surprise meh like that!"
Sam hit the deck as soon as he realized the large black mech's cannons were pointed at the sheepish siver mech.
"Don't shoot! I'm too annoying to die!"
"Got that right!"
Miles was sitting on the medic's- Ratchet's?- hand, snickering at his friend's plight.
"Ironhide, put away your cannons. You're terrifying the child."
Sam scrambled behind his not-so-giant giant robot as soon as the gun was pointed away.
"I swear, you are going to be the death of me, you not-so-giant robot," he muttered, glaring up at said not-so-giant robot.
"Aw, don' be like dat! "
"Whatever. Just.. get me up out of squishing distance, please?"
Jazz laughed and set down a hand, gesturing for Sam to climb up before lifting it to chest level.
"Sammy, this is Ratchet, resident medic and all around scary mech. If he has a wrench in his hands, run. Or dodge."
Sam waved a hand at the neon yellow/green mech.
"Uh, wazzup?"
The yellow-green mech pointed an oddly shaped box and he dodged behind one of the large fingers, just in case it was a weapon. You could never tell with those aliens, after all.
"Oh, calm down, Sammy, he just wants to scan you!"
"Calm down? An alien is pointing something unrecognizable at me, which could either shoot lasers or be filled with freaky alien radiation, and you want me to calm down?"
Miles, from his position seated atop the medic's shoulder, grinned down at him.
"Yep. It's just a scan, jeez..."
"Yeah, a scan that probably uses harmful gamma rays or something else that'll make me regurgitate green slime and turn into a fish boy."
"Just put th' scanner away, Ratch. Th' pipsqueak obviously won't stay still lahk a good boy, so there's no point in tryin'."
The large black mech who'd pointed the gun thingies at Jazz elbowed the medic- Ratchet- in the side, smirking.
"Dis is Ironhide, our weapons specialist. He's... temperamental."
"Oh, stop making meh out as some kind of evil child eating mech, Jazz. Yer just mad 'cause Ah won't let yeh prank meh. You, child," Ironhide turned to Sam, who cowered discreetly behind his robot, "Are you a Decepticon?"
"Uhh, if I answer wrong will you shoot me?"
"Only if ye say yes!"
"Then no, I'm not a... Decepti-thingie. Whatever you called it. Nope, totally not."
"See? The child has nothing to worry about. I only shoot Decepticons-"
"Or people that annoy you, friend."
The largest mech of all, a good thirty feet at the shortest, patted the weapons specialist on the shoulder.
"You have to admit, you do have a bit of a temper... I apologize for not introducing myself properly the first time we met. My designation- name, as you call them- is Optimus Prime. I am the leader of the Autobots."
"...Nice to meet you- as long as you don't step on me."
The largest mech laughed, a surprisingly quiet sound for coming out of such a large body.
"Don't worry, Autobots aren't in the habit of hurting humans. Decepticons, on the other hand..."
The smile melted away from the other's face.
"They don't seem to care what- or who- they destroy, as long as they get their way."
"Uh, speakin' a Decept'cons... We had a pretty trippy run in wit' 'Cadey-Baby earlier today."
"'Trippy' how?" Ratchet asked, looking at the other oddly.
"Trippy as in Cadey-Baby was goin' on about how Sammie was 'The Cure' and how we couldn't understand..."
"And then he said..."
All the bots turned to the small voice of Sam.
"What did he say?" Optimus asked, once again surprising Sam with the almost gentle sound emerging from the large being.
"There was a conversation... He said, "No, no! Deny deny!" but the call went through anyway. And then there was someone screaming in the backround and someone named Sky was saying something about someone named Screamer going nuts because he was on SD and something died..."
"SD? Some kind of Decepticon code... Barricade must have been talking to Skywarp... Sam, what did the screaming sound like? High, low...?"
"It was high pitched," the small human said, shivering in remembrance, "and desperate. Absolutely deperate, and panicked, and so, so sad..."
"Starscream, if it was that high pitched... But why would he sound like that...?"
Ratchet walked off, muttering to himself.
The largest robot- Optimus- looked at him sheepishly, shrugging.
"You'll have to forgive our medic."
I'M SORRY!
Don't killz meh, plz.
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