Post by Neo53 on Nov 25, 2007 14:01:23 GMT -5
Part 4 of the Revved Forward and Transformers crossover
*There is some language!*
Author: Anita Palmisano - www.steel-wolf.com/
When: Summer of 2057
Where: Project Fast Traxx HQ
Who: Rusti Vitori/Knight, The Viper DeVont, Attack Beast Knight, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Rachet, KARR Knight, Ironhide
What: Part Four of - www.hillbillyhell.proboards103.com/index.cgi?board=otherfic&action=display&thread=1195297045
RPG: Revved Forward PFT
Terminology Dictionary - trs2001.homestead.com/Dictionary.html
ENJOY!
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A hot cup of tea in her hand and Beast, bewildered, but willing to believe the both of them without an “I gotta see this for myself, first” sitting beside her, his chin in his hand, Rusti felt slightly more at ease. Viper had claimed his chair, splay eared and still visibly shaken and upset. They were silent for quite some time before Beast, who had been mentally taking stock of their weapons and ammunition looked between his wife and her friend.
“So now what? You’ve seen the Decepticons and they want to kill you. Considering the size difference I’d say that’s a pretty one sided argument.”
“Very funny, Beast.”
“Hey, I wasn’t joking this time. Are they going to come after all of PFT or just you two?”
“I don’t know,” Rusti answered honestly. In truth she was really worried about that. Wouldn’t they assume she and Viper had told the rest of their coworkers and house-mates about them? PFT’s inhabitants were under hers and Beast’s protection. The two of them would be first in the line of defense. “Beast? What’s the temp on a white phosphorous grenade?”
“Five thousand degrees for about a minute.” He would’ve smiled, knowing she was doing the same mental inventory, but if this was real, this was somehow more frightening than the entire Japanese army. “Not going to go with the movie’s SABOT rounds?”
She looked at him, knowing his question was sarcastic. “You know as well as I do that a 40mm SABOT round fired from a short barrel grenade launcher won’t do shit to giant alien robot armor.”
“I was teasing.”
“I know. I’m afraid I’m not receptive at the moment.”
Beast draped an arm over her shoulders and gave her a light hug. Viper simply stared at them both as if they’d lost it. Silence threatened to descend again when Karr poked his head around the door.
“Any of you three know why there’s an old Camaro out front playing lines from ‘Snakes on a Plane’?”
“Let me guess,” Viper grumbled, making a mental note to have a word with Bumblebee about his choice of sound bites used to address him. “A 2008 canary yellow job with black racing stripes?”
Karr blinked. “Yes?”
Rusti leapt to her feet and headed outside with Viper and Beast and a curious Karr in tow. Sure enough, nestled in with a pile of fallen leaves in the drive was an old, bright yellow Camaro, just as shiny as it might have been if it were new.
“I am sick of these mother f***ing snakes on this mother f***ing plane - oh…hello!” Samuel Jackson’s voice gave way to a radio show host greeting a guest.
Beast looked down at his wife, who seemed to have suddenly developed the same tongue-tied problem Viper had displayed upon meeting Optimus Prime. She stood at the curb between him and the race car, while Karr simply looked on, thoroughly confused. Beast rolled his eyes at Rusti and Viper and stepped off the curb toward the Camaro.
“I guess yer Bumblebee.”
Jack Sparrow answered this time. “Aye. Come with me.”
‘Bee backed up and bounced over the curb, cruising around the building to the fields hidden away from the rest of San Francisco. When the four of them didn’t immediately follow, his prow reappeared at the corner of the complex. “Move it you morons.”
Once again, Beast took the initiative and stepped out ahead of them, followed by Rusti, Karr and then Viper. Bumblebee led them to an open spot in the fields where Optimus Prime, Ironhide and Ratchet sat waiting, in robot mode. Prime looked down at them as they approached, waiting silently. Only when they were close enough did he address them.
“So, we meet again,” he greeted Viper first. “I hope you are in better humor than you were earlier?”
Feeling like he was being corrected by a millions year old giant robot, Viper simply looked away, mumbling.
“Mm. Apparently not,” Prime turned to Beast and Rusti.
It took Rusti a moment to find her voice, while Beast simply stared up at Prime, at a loss for words. “He’s always like that Optimus. We’re just…er…shocked to meet you, I mean, pleased to meet you…”
Ratchet chuckled. “The best fiction can often be based in reality. I assume you’re referring to a fifty year old series of movies and a seventy year old series of cartoons and a toy franchise, correct?”
“Um, yeah, that’d be it. The movie had it pretty spot on in design, apparently…”
Bumblebee transformed into his robot mode and knelt down behind Viper. He reached out tentatively and gave the recalcitrant Dodge a light poke in the back. Rusti caught Viper by the elbow as he whipped around at Bumblebee.
“Stop it,” she whispered. “You love these guys, calm down.”
“I’m sorry!” He snapped at her. “I’m a little overwhelmed!”
“Knock it off, Viper,” Beast finally spoke.
Prime watched the proceedings with an air of amusement. “I will assume you know us then, but I will make introductions just in case,” he gestured to Bumblebee, who was still inspecting Viper curiously. “This is Bumblebee. I’m going to be assigning him to your team as a scout for us, and to help us keep an eye on you. He can get a message to us faster than you might be able to.”
“Goodie,” Viper grumbled, shuffling away from another curious prod. “So he still can’t talk?”
“No. We still haven’t fixed that problem,” Ratchet sighed.
“This is Ironhide, my weapons specialist,” Prime indicated the black ‘bot with a bulldog-type face. “If it comes down to it, you might discuss the efficacy of your own weapons with him.”
“Which of you are the weapons people on your team?” Ironhide gruffed.
Rusti and Beast pointed at each other. Viper snorted. “The big one is our main weapons person. The little one doubles as security and weapons.”
“Last but not least, Ratchet, our medical officer,” Prime ignored Rusti reaching over to flick Viper’s ear. “Who is your commander?”
“Er, he’d probably be inside, stuck at a desk if he hasn’t left for the day. His name is Lee,” Rusti answered.
“We will have to discuss your situation and inform him of your present danger. You have enemies known as ‘Anti’s’ correct?”
“We do.”
“It is our understanding that Starscream may be in contact with a core group already. You may have big problems brewing. If push comes to shove, we will relocate you in an attempt to thwart a battle you shouldn’t be involved in. If we can’t stop it, we will help you. For now, since the sun is gone for the evening, I suggest you return indoors. I will leave Bumblebee with you while the rest of us watch further out. We will return in the morning to speak to your ‘Lee’,” Prime got to his feet in one smooth motion. He was exceptionally graceful for his size, as were the rest of the Autobots as they rose.
“Wait…so…Jazz?” Rusti almost didn’t want to finish that thought.
“Yes, we lost Jazz in battle,” Prime said softly. “We will meet you out here in the morning.”
*There is some language!*
Author: Anita Palmisano - www.steel-wolf.com/
When: Summer of 2057
Where: Project Fast Traxx HQ
Who: Rusti Vitori/Knight, The Viper DeVont, Attack Beast Knight, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Rachet, KARR Knight, Ironhide
What: Part Four of - www.hillbillyhell.proboards103.com/index.cgi?board=otherfic&action=display&thread=1195297045
RPG: Revved Forward PFT
Terminology Dictionary - trs2001.homestead.com/Dictionary.html
ENJOY!
_________________________________________________
A hot cup of tea in her hand and Beast, bewildered, but willing to believe the both of them without an “I gotta see this for myself, first” sitting beside her, his chin in his hand, Rusti felt slightly more at ease. Viper had claimed his chair, splay eared and still visibly shaken and upset. They were silent for quite some time before Beast, who had been mentally taking stock of their weapons and ammunition looked between his wife and her friend.
“So now what? You’ve seen the Decepticons and they want to kill you. Considering the size difference I’d say that’s a pretty one sided argument.”
“Very funny, Beast.”
“Hey, I wasn’t joking this time. Are they going to come after all of PFT or just you two?”
“I don’t know,” Rusti answered honestly. In truth she was really worried about that. Wouldn’t they assume she and Viper had told the rest of their coworkers and house-mates about them? PFT’s inhabitants were under hers and Beast’s protection. The two of them would be first in the line of defense. “Beast? What’s the temp on a white phosphorous grenade?”
“Five thousand degrees for about a minute.” He would’ve smiled, knowing she was doing the same mental inventory, but if this was real, this was somehow more frightening than the entire Japanese army. “Not going to go with the movie’s SABOT rounds?”
She looked at him, knowing his question was sarcastic. “You know as well as I do that a 40mm SABOT round fired from a short barrel grenade launcher won’t do shit to giant alien robot armor.”
“I was teasing.”
“I know. I’m afraid I’m not receptive at the moment.”
Beast draped an arm over her shoulders and gave her a light hug. Viper simply stared at them both as if they’d lost it. Silence threatened to descend again when Karr poked his head around the door.
“Any of you three know why there’s an old Camaro out front playing lines from ‘Snakes on a Plane’?”
“Let me guess,” Viper grumbled, making a mental note to have a word with Bumblebee about his choice of sound bites used to address him. “A 2008 canary yellow job with black racing stripes?”
Karr blinked. “Yes?”
Rusti leapt to her feet and headed outside with Viper and Beast and a curious Karr in tow. Sure enough, nestled in with a pile of fallen leaves in the drive was an old, bright yellow Camaro, just as shiny as it might have been if it were new.
“I am sick of these mother f***ing snakes on this mother f***ing plane - oh…hello!” Samuel Jackson’s voice gave way to a radio show host greeting a guest.
Beast looked down at his wife, who seemed to have suddenly developed the same tongue-tied problem Viper had displayed upon meeting Optimus Prime. She stood at the curb between him and the race car, while Karr simply looked on, thoroughly confused. Beast rolled his eyes at Rusti and Viper and stepped off the curb toward the Camaro.
“I guess yer Bumblebee.”
Jack Sparrow answered this time. “Aye. Come with me.”
‘Bee backed up and bounced over the curb, cruising around the building to the fields hidden away from the rest of San Francisco. When the four of them didn’t immediately follow, his prow reappeared at the corner of the complex. “Move it you morons.”
Once again, Beast took the initiative and stepped out ahead of them, followed by Rusti, Karr and then Viper. Bumblebee led them to an open spot in the fields where Optimus Prime, Ironhide and Ratchet sat waiting, in robot mode. Prime looked down at them as they approached, waiting silently. Only when they were close enough did he address them.
“So, we meet again,” he greeted Viper first. “I hope you are in better humor than you were earlier?”
Feeling like he was being corrected by a millions year old giant robot, Viper simply looked away, mumbling.
“Mm. Apparently not,” Prime turned to Beast and Rusti.
It took Rusti a moment to find her voice, while Beast simply stared up at Prime, at a loss for words. “He’s always like that Optimus. We’re just…er…shocked to meet you, I mean, pleased to meet you…”
Ratchet chuckled. “The best fiction can often be based in reality. I assume you’re referring to a fifty year old series of movies and a seventy year old series of cartoons and a toy franchise, correct?”
“Um, yeah, that’d be it. The movie had it pretty spot on in design, apparently…”
Bumblebee transformed into his robot mode and knelt down behind Viper. He reached out tentatively and gave the recalcitrant Dodge a light poke in the back. Rusti caught Viper by the elbow as he whipped around at Bumblebee.
“Stop it,” she whispered. “You love these guys, calm down.”
“I’m sorry!” He snapped at her. “I’m a little overwhelmed!”
“Knock it off, Viper,” Beast finally spoke.
Prime watched the proceedings with an air of amusement. “I will assume you know us then, but I will make introductions just in case,” he gestured to Bumblebee, who was still inspecting Viper curiously. “This is Bumblebee. I’m going to be assigning him to your team as a scout for us, and to help us keep an eye on you. He can get a message to us faster than you might be able to.”
“Goodie,” Viper grumbled, shuffling away from another curious prod. “So he still can’t talk?”
“No. We still haven’t fixed that problem,” Ratchet sighed.
“This is Ironhide, my weapons specialist,” Prime indicated the black ‘bot with a bulldog-type face. “If it comes down to it, you might discuss the efficacy of your own weapons with him.”
“Which of you are the weapons people on your team?” Ironhide gruffed.
Rusti and Beast pointed at each other. Viper snorted. “The big one is our main weapons person. The little one doubles as security and weapons.”
“Last but not least, Ratchet, our medical officer,” Prime ignored Rusti reaching over to flick Viper’s ear. “Who is your commander?”
“Er, he’d probably be inside, stuck at a desk if he hasn’t left for the day. His name is Lee,” Rusti answered.
“We will have to discuss your situation and inform him of your present danger. You have enemies known as ‘Anti’s’ correct?”
“We do.”
“It is our understanding that Starscream may be in contact with a core group already. You may have big problems brewing. If push comes to shove, we will relocate you in an attempt to thwart a battle you shouldn’t be involved in. If we can’t stop it, we will help you. For now, since the sun is gone for the evening, I suggest you return indoors. I will leave Bumblebee with you while the rest of us watch further out. We will return in the morning to speak to your ‘Lee’,” Prime got to his feet in one smooth motion. He was exceptionally graceful for his size, as were the rest of the Autobots as they rose.
“Wait…so…Jazz?” Rusti almost didn’t want to finish that thought.
“Yes, we lost Jazz in battle,” Prime said softly. “We will meet you out here in the morning.”
