Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm

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Chapter 99

"So, Rodimus has left the planet?" Autovolt asked.

Galaxy Convoy nodded, "Yes. He asked us to broadcast that information around the world, in hopes that these new Destrons will chase after him and leave Earth."

"It's a cheep trick, the oldest one in the book. They'll see right through it," Autovolt shook his head. "But, I guess it's worth a shot. How's Coby?"

"(Still traumatized)" Rumble One said.

"We don't speak Micron," Galaxy Convoy reminded him.

Rumble One huffed in annoyance and gave a thumbs down signal, hoping they'd get the message.

"Still not doing good?" Autovolt asked. Rumble One nodded.

"Having a building fall down on you can do that," Galaxy Convoy said. "Keep your eye on them. If you need help, contact Guardshell and Demolisher. I'll have them stand by." Rumble One nodded, transformed, and hurried away to tell his siblings. "How is reconstruction going?" Galaxy Convoy asked.

"Better, now that more serious damage has been repaired," Autovolt replied. "They're also working on two new F-22-S/A's to replace the two that were lost during the Dutchman's attack. They're also upgrading them to better systems, and are talking about installing shield systems, if they can figure out how to make one small enough. As soon as they can, they want to try testing the Auto-copilot systems. Ambassador Franklin says he'd like Lori to test the system in one F-22-S/A while the Thunderwing Squadron backs her up in the other two." He began to chuckle, "In fact, he told me that it was Ace Johnson who suggested Lori. Considering how badly they worked to begin with, it's no surprise that he's trying to make it up to her. He also heard about Coby, and made an interesting suggestion."

Galaxy Convoy folded his arms, "I'm afraid to ask, but what is it?"

Autovolt grinned, "To help Coby recover, simply send him and Lori out on a date to a nice restaurant, and then to a nice hotel with their own room to spend the night in, and make sure they have a box of condoms."

"Are you serious?" Galaxy Convoy asked, raising an optic ridge.

"I got it strait from the horse's mouth, as the saying goes," Autovolt chuckled.

Slowly, a rare, broad, mischievous smile appeared on Galaxy Convoy's face. "Perhaps we can use the idea. All we need is a little help from the right source."

This time, it was Autovolt's turn to raise an optic ridge. "Say what now?"

For the first time since his academy days, Galaxy Convoy was putting the perverted part of his processor to good use. This may end up just like the time I set up Sonic Bomber.