Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm
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Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. I'm still working on getting a new computer.
I'm also looking to see if anyone will do some more fanart for this fic, or any of my other fics.
Part 16.0: Alliances and Betrayals
Chapter 140
Maccadam's Old Oil House was one of the oldest restaurants on Seibertron, rumored to have been owned by one of the first Transformers. Well known for its high quality service, it was probably worth more than the rest of the planet put together. Its ancient architecture and age also made it a historical site.
Override had to admit that she liked it.
She had been skeptical at first when Exiguiser said he wanted to bring her, but she knew he wouldn't suggest it if it wasn't any good. Her sparkmate had learned what her tastes were rather quickly and adopted them as his own. After finding their table, she tapped a question into his hand using her finger and Morse code: How do you know about this place?
Exiguiser shrugged, "The grapevine. Someone told someone, who told someone, who told Nitro Convoy, who told Autolander, who told me. I figured it was worth a try, so I did. After that, I thought you'd like it too."
Nodding in understanding, Override leaned back. She saw two other Transformers sit at a nearby table out of the corner of her optic, and turned her head. Her jaw dropped, and she nudged Exiguiser to get his attention. He followed her gaze, and his jaw followed hers.
Galaxy Convoy Soushireikan? he thought. Who's he with?
For his part, Galaxy Convoy didn't notice Exiguiser or Override. He had his own problems, mostly trying to not act like an ass in front of his guest. If there was one thing he didn't know anything about, it was how to deal with the opposite gender. He was a military Commander for crying out loud! He knew how to fight, shoot guns, fly, turn the tide in a loosing battle, perform limited first aid, and put out fires. Having to deal with Master Megatron for years on end had robbed him of any chance for a social life. He had had friends in the Academy, but none of them had ever been females.
He was a fish out of water around Tsunami, and was trying hard not to let it show.
Unfortunately for him, Tsunami did notice, and was trying hard not to laugh about it. She could tell he was trying, which was nice of him. She didn't want to make him any more nervous than he already was.
"Do you like this place?" Galaxy Convoy asked.
"Yes, it's rather nice," she replied. "Thank you for bringing me."
"You're welcome," he answered. At least I didn't foul that up.
The massive explosion quickly ruined their day. As Galaxy Convoy tried to see through the dust, a blood red blade suddenly appeared, striking him through his gut. He yelled in pain as he fell backwards into the toppled table. Gritting his teeth, he tried to stand, only to be roughly pushed into the ground by a large, black boot.
Nemesis Convoy towered above him in Super Mode, red sword in hand and grinning behind his faceplate. "This is the end, Galaxy Convoy. Give me the Matrix."
"FORCE CHIP! IGNITION! DOUBLE-X SHOT!"
Not expecting Exiguiser's attack, Nemesis Convoy was pitched forward onto his face as the missiles struck him in the back. Climbing to his feet, he turned and brought up his right cannon, pointing it at Exiguiser. "FORCE CHIP! IGNITION! DEATH CANNON!"
At the last minute, Tsunami grabbed the cannon's barrel and pointed it up at the hole Nemesis Convoy had made in the ceiling. Nemesis Convoy's blast arced through it, missing its intended target. Tsunami let go and backed away, whimpering, "Hot! Hot! Hot!" Nemesis Convoy turned towards her, only to be attacked by Override. Outmatched by the former bounty hunter, Nemesis Convoy opened a Warp Gate and vanished into Fire Space.
Exiguiser hurried over to Galaxy Convoy, doing a quick scan before calling First Gunner. "We need you at Maccadam's Old Oil House now!" he told his Vanguard teammate. "Galaxy Convoy's going into a stasis lock!"
