Post by Neo53 on Nov 15, 2007 5:26:58 GMT -5
This is a crossover my friend and I thought up one day...and! She is finally writing it!
There is some language!
Author: Anita Palmisano - www.steel-wolf.com
When: Summer of 2057
Where: San Fransisco
Who: Rusti Vitori/Knight, The Viper DeVont...and mysterious somethings
What: WTF?! MILLION YEAR OLD ROBOTS! D8
RPG: Revved Forward PFT
Terminology Dictionary - trs2001.homestead.com/Dictionary.html
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Next time, next time she’d just take her truck or her Mustang whenever she went to get her fire suit from the dry cleaner and pick up other race paraphernalia she could get in San Fran without having Viper order it. He’d offered to give her a lift so he could get out and ‘stretch his legs’, but now he was nowhere to be found. He’d probably spotted a group of women to chase after, figuring she’d be a while. She’d feed him the ‘bro’s before ho’s’ line, but she didn’t exactly count as a ‘bro’. Irritated, the beautiful late fall sunshine lost on her now, she slung her suit and the rest of her things over her back and began the hike back to PFT HQ without him.
With her .45 on her hip, she had no qualms about taking a shortcut through the industrial part of town. She’d call Beast for a pick-up, but she decided she needed the exercise. Coming out of the forest of pillars and beams that made up an abandoned section of interstate near the bay she heard a god-awful clamor coupled with what sounded like servos, hydraulics and an enormous working engine. Looking up and around, she stared for a moment at the source of the noise. Her sun grin faded and her suit slipped from her hand.
“Viper…” She touched her watch, her voice a very soft growl. “I don’t care what you’re doing, I don’t care where you are. If you’re f*ing some girl, pull out and come get me right goddamn now.”
Something in her tone must’ve been enough to garner an immediate response. “Where are you?”
“South of the industrial park next to the bay,” she whispered.
“Why the hell are you there and why the hell are you whispering?”
“Just come get me goddamn it!!!” She snarled, louder than she intended.
Horrified, she looked up and around as her voice echoed. Startled, it turned and looked down at her. It wore car doors like wings on its back, the word ‘Police’ scrawled across each one. Its eyes glowed red and it was at least two stories tall. An old movie that she and Viper liked to geek out together over while Beast was having his own buddy time with Shadow named it Barricade.
But it was a movie…
An electronic howl of rage followed a split second delay when it saw her. Leaving her things behind, she turned and ran, legs reaching for strides she hadn’t taken in a long time. The ground shook as Barricade’s feet hit the ground behind her. “Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshit…”
Skittering around a building she saw Viper’s low profile coming up the street. Regaining her footing, she sprinted toward him. She ducked neatly around his prow when she met him in the street and yanked open his driver’s side door.
“What the hell, Rusti? Are you on something?” He yelped. “OW!”
She slammed him into reverse without speaking, spun him around, slammed him straight into third and light out up the street. “Look behind you.”
Reeling from the sudden and uncharacteristic mistreatment, Viper did a quick look behind him. “It’s a cop car. Why are the cops after you??”
“Scan it, scan it!! It’s not a f*ing cop car!”
“Rusti, what are you on!? Meth? Speed? PCP?”
“Scan it! If nothing else scan it for a living, breathing driver!”
They slid around a corner, narrowly missing an old lady crossing the street. She shrieked after them and flipped them off, and shrieked more when the police car nearly sideswiped her too. Viper, exasperated, scanned the car behind him, convinced Rusti was high on some hallucinogenic substance. He went cold when he realized the driver in the car’s seat was a hologram, and a bad one at that. The rest of the car didn’t scan as normal or Livithian.
“What is it?”
Street racing an evil cop car in the middle of the afternoon was not like competing with Viper when it was late enough at night for there to be almost no one on the road. She debated on whether or not he’d think she was crazy if she told him the truth. He already thought she’d taken drugs. “Let’s lose it first, then I’ll tell you.”
“Strap in and let go of the wheel. I’ll take care of it.”
Rusti did as she was told, holding onto the sides of the seat as Viper whipped in and out of traffic, weaving his way through San Francisco in a nonsensical pattern. It took several minutes. Longer than Rusti would have thought, but it, no, Barricade, was just as fast as Viper. When Viper finally backed down a narrow alley, Barricade long since lost somewhere in the streets, she dropped her head to his steering wheel and caught her breath.
“Rusti?”
“You promise you won’t call me crazy?”
“Not out loud.”
“Gee thanks,” she lifted her head. “I think it was Barricade. You know, from the movie…”
“I…wait, what? You think it’s a Transformer?”
“I saw a robot, and it came after me when I yelled at you to come get me. When it turned the corner and chased us, it was a cop car. It had the door-wings and everything.”
Viper sat in silence. “What were you doing over in industrial park, anyway?”
“Taking a shortcut home, since you left me.”
“Oh, right,” there was another beat of silence. “Sorry.”
She sat up straight and sighed. “No you’re not. Let’s go home.”
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Part TWO
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There is some language!
Author: Anita Palmisano - www.steel-wolf.com
When: Summer of 2057
Where: San Fransisco
Who: Rusti Vitori/Knight, The Viper DeVont...and mysterious somethings
What: WTF?! MILLION YEAR OLD ROBOTS! D8
RPG: Revved Forward PFT
Terminology Dictionary - trs2001.homestead.com/Dictionary.html
_________________________________________________
Next time, next time she’d just take her truck or her Mustang whenever she went to get her fire suit from the dry cleaner and pick up other race paraphernalia she could get in San Fran without having Viper order it. He’d offered to give her a lift so he could get out and ‘stretch his legs’, but now he was nowhere to be found. He’d probably spotted a group of women to chase after, figuring she’d be a while. She’d feed him the ‘bro’s before ho’s’ line, but she didn’t exactly count as a ‘bro’. Irritated, the beautiful late fall sunshine lost on her now, she slung her suit and the rest of her things over her back and began the hike back to PFT HQ without him.
With her .45 on her hip, she had no qualms about taking a shortcut through the industrial part of town. She’d call Beast for a pick-up, but she decided she needed the exercise. Coming out of the forest of pillars and beams that made up an abandoned section of interstate near the bay she heard a god-awful clamor coupled with what sounded like servos, hydraulics and an enormous working engine. Looking up and around, she stared for a moment at the source of the noise. Her sun grin faded and her suit slipped from her hand.
“Viper…” She touched her watch, her voice a very soft growl. “I don’t care what you’re doing, I don’t care where you are. If you’re f*ing some girl, pull out and come get me right goddamn now.”
Something in her tone must’ve been enough to garner an immediate response. “Where are you?”
“South of the industrial park next to the bay,” she whispered.
“Why the hell are you there and why the hell are you whispering?”
“Just come get me goddamn it!!!” She snarled, louder than she intended.
Horrified, she looked up and around as her voice echoed. Startled, it turned and looked down at her. It wore car doors like wings on its back, the word ‘Police’ scrawled across each one. Its eyes glowed red and it was at least two stories tall. An old movie that she and Viper liked to geek out together over while Beast was having his own buddy time with Shadow named it Barricade.
But it was a movie…
An electronic howl of rage followed a split second delay when it saw her. Leaving her things behind, she turned and ran, legs reaching for strides she hadn’t taken in a long time. The ground shook as Barricade’s feet hit the ground behind her. “Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshit…”
Skittering around a building she saw Viper’s low profile coming up the street. Regaining her footing, she sprinted toward him. She ducked neatly around his prow when she met him in the street and yanked open his driver’s side door.
“What the hell, Rusti? Are you on something?” He yelped. “OW!”
She slammed him into reverse without speaking, spun him around, slammed him straight into third and light out up the street. “Look behind you.”
Reeling from the sudden and uncharacteristic mistreatment, Viper did a quick look behind him. “It’s a cop car. Why are the cops after you??”
“Scan it, scan it!! It’s not a f*ing cop car!”
“Rusti, what are you on!? Meth? Speed? PCP?”
“Scan it! If nothing else scan it for a living, breathing driver!”
They slid around a corner, narrowly missing an old lady crossing the street. She shrieked after them and flipped them off, and shrieked more when the police car nearly sideswiped her too. Viper, exasperated, scanned the car behind him, convinced Rusti was high on some hallucinogenic substance. He went cold when he realized the driver in the car’s seat was a hologram, and a bad one at that. The rest of the car didn’t scan as normal or Livithian.
“What is it?”
Street racing an evil cop car in the middle of the afternoon was not like competing with Viper when it was late enough at night for there to be almost no one on the road. She debated on whether or not he’d think she was crazy if she told him the truth. He already thought she’d taken drugs. “Let’s lose it first, then I’ll tell you.”
“Strap in and let go of the wheel. I’ll take care of it.”
Rusti did as she was told, holding onto the sides of the seat as Viper whipped in and out of traffic, weaving his way through San Francisco in a nonsensical pattern. It took several minutes. Longer than Rusti would have thought, but it, no, Barricade, was just as fast as Viper. When Viper finally backed down a narrow alley, Barricade long since lost somewhere in the streets, she dropped her head to his steering wheel and caught her breath.
“Rusti?”
“You promise you won’t call me crazy?”
“Not out loud.”
“Gee thanks,” she lifted her head. “I think it was Barricade. You know, from the movie…”
“I…wait, what? You think it’s a Transformer?”
“I saw a robot, and it came after me when I yelled at you to come get me. When it turned the corner and chased us, it was a cop car. It had the door-wings and everything.”
Viper sat in silence. “What were you doing over in industrial park, anyway?”
“Taking a shortcut home, since you left me.”
“Oh, right,” there was another beat of silence. “Sorry.”
She sat up straight and sighed. “No you’re not. Let’s go home.”
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Part TWO
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