Live in TF's

There are lots of folks out there who say that they would love to see a "REAL" transformer. For me that particular wish has brought no end to my troubles. My Fellow Fanfic writer KenyaStarflight was brave enough to come out with her tales of just how "REAL" fictional characters can be. So here I come as well with my own story.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Old Soliders, More Alies, BIG Guns...

Somewhere , once upon a time, i heard the saying that old soliders never die, they just fade away. That is SO not true. They dont die, or fade away. They sit, they wait, they watch and they find a way to make them selves useful when you will NEVER see it comming. case in point? My father.
The man, and mind you I have known this since I was like five, has old military contacts up the yin yang. And he's always looking for something to give his time and effort to. The strange thing is, I thought that when he found out that I was in love with orion, he was going to flip. He shocked me by not only haveing no Flippage, but telling me that he hoped I was happy. I was also under the imrepssion that when he found out that We had gone and gotten our selves committed to a war, interplanetary at that, he would flip. Again a shock, no flippage and he proceeded to call up one of his old contacts, that I had briefly met as a kid, and ask him to make me some goodies for the road. to night when I got home from work, MORE shocks. There stood my dad engrossed in conversations with two of his favorite contacts. Mr. Whistler, and Mr. Slade. both of them were fridenly enough to me, and they had always been nice. The people they had with them though, THEY left a lot to be desiered.
"Oh No, daddy you didnt!"

"Now come on Rosey," he soothed, "YOu know you and that man of yours are gonna need all the help you can get. Shell got you her boy's teacher so I figuered I'd get you some people I know can help."

"I appriicate that daddy, I really do. But i dont have time for seizures and beheadings."
That got me a very loud "HEY!!" from both of the biker wanna be's on the porch and a grin from My dad, Mr. Slade and Mr. Whistler.
"Okay fine, they can stay , but I'm giving them the same ultimatium that Orion and I gave Rah's Alghoul. You people cross the line, and you are GONE. G-O-N-E got it? we cant turn into them to beat them. "

Both of the elderly gentle men nodded to me while i got some REALLY dirty looks from the over gown mosquito and the bone head. and NO I'm not being rude, im being Litteral.
Mr slade makes a comment to my dad about him rasing me right as I walk into the house to find orion and spota couple of somethings on the counter turn and about face and stnatch open the door. I point to the first one of the two i see.
"YOU! stay out of my car mags and away from the cars around here. If you dont I"M not responsible for what happens."
I turn to the other one.
"YOU! Stay out of my candy, keep yer boney hands OFF of my Jelly Bellys!"

I found one of my mustang tranders much dog eared and my jar of gormet jelly beans evicerated.
I walk further into the house and find megs and Orion in a discussion about if its time to bring in the BIG guns. By big guns again here I am being litteral, there are several of the transformers that are Huge to say the least. At least two that i know of that are the size of city blocks on thier small days. So they are discussing if we should bring them in. Mele' is stting down between them as they stand by another table full of maps and battle figuers and seems to be about to comment.

"Look if you bring Maixmus, AND Metroplex, NOT To mention Omega, then i have to contribute something" megs says.
"you dont have to if you dont want to, "Orion tells him, "But what ever you bring will be appriciated. "
"Well I could always call in ThunderWing and Sunstorm."
I see Orion do a ten second freeze and consider that. Sunstorm is twin to starscream, only with a lot more tact and the power of a nuclear reactor. Thunderwing is a very rare type of TF called a pretender. Due to his techno organic outer shell hes VERY VERY powerful. So much so that at one point he ran riot over both armies and nearly wiped out the planet. He has since learned how to handle the thing, mind you, hes still a bit of a wild card.
"Call them" Orions says, "but keep them for a last resort. Primus Knows We may well need thier power if they manage to pull off what they are planning."
At this point Mele notices that ive been neglected and so she clears her throat loudly enough to make them look first at her and then at where shes eyeballing, my direction.
"ROSE!" orion seems happier than happy that ive finally appeard and calls the meeting to a close. Needless to say we have the alies and the fire power, i just hope we have enough to stop what ever is going down this time.
Rose.

1 Comments:

  • At 6:18 AM, Blogger Kenya Starflight said…

    Wow, your dad actually recruited people for the Resistance? Lucky. All my dad's been able to do so far is insult several people. :P

    Good to know we have more help (and some BIG help) on the way. :)

    Oh, and did a few Lambos go AWOL over the weekend? Apparently Crook and Delta partied while we were gone...

     

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