Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap. 9Question: What would you do if you saw a giant robot, 18 maybe 20 feet at the most, and it just happened to speak the very same language you do?
A little piece of advice, try your best not to faint or scream. The robots really hate it when you scream at the top of your lungs because they will most likely shoot you into nothing but ash.
"What the - " Myra sputtered in surprise as Erica numbly took the flash drive from the giant being in front of them. "Uhmm... you know, I was kidding about the whole 'giant alien robot' part!"
Bluestreak stood up to his full height. "What did you think we were? Talking cars that turned into robots or vice versa? I've heard it both ways..." He looked at the raven haired teen with furrowed ridges clearly confused.
"I don't know! Maybe I thought you were a couple of Knight Rider knock-offs except with much, much hotter cars!" She said exasperated and still a little awed. "I didn't reali
Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap. 4Bluestreak would've been smirking right now if he could. In a way, he felt bad for leaving Mirage to handle the wild case of Myra Daniels but then again - he didn't have to feel sorry for his friend either. As he drove through the underground tunnel, he could hear the faint voices of his teammates, but there was something different in their tones. Something was up...Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap. 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He came around the corner only to see their medic pacing in front of the wall mounted screen muttering. The Mustang transformed to his normal height and began to rotate his shoulders, rubbing out the sore cables. "Did someone pull a prank on Ratchet and put his wrenches in the pipes? ... Again." Bluestreak asked, glancing over to Arcee and Bulkhead.
The smaller femme snorted. "If only that was the case."
Bluestreak walked over to the blue femme and green mech, leaning against the wall. He looked over to their medic who continued to pace and mutter at the monitor. "What's got Ratchet's tailpipe in a twist?
Basketball, Robots, and, Police Chases Chap. 13Erica groaned as she slowly woke up. It literally felt like someone was pounding on her temple repeatedly with a sledgehammer. Groggily she sat up, and immediately regretted it. Her headache increased tenfold, making her squeeze her eyes in pain. As if moving through molasses, she swung her legs around and placed them on the ground. Her room began to swim and she put a hand to her head emitting another soft groan.Basketball, Robots, and, Police Chases Chap. 132 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wow, Blue wasn't kidding when he said you were pretty messed up last night. Yikes." Came a voice from the doorway. Wearing a pair of faded jeans, a dark purple tank-top with a jacket hanging loosely on her shoulders and a bandana in her hair, Myra had in her hand a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. The perfect combination for anyone with a hangover... and in this case, that person would be Erica.
"I feel like crap.." The blonde muttered as Myra walked over sitting down next to her handing over the pills and water. She downed the pills draining the entire glass of water
Basketball, Robots, and, Police Chases Chap. 14Lunarbolt let out a yelp as she was tossed into the brig by a large Insecticon who simply hissed at the femme and slammed the cage shut. The silver femme whirled around and glared darkly at the Insecticon. "Now that is no way to treat a guest! Especially a femme with such high standing like myself, you twit!" The British Autobot called out but the Insecticon paid no heed.Basketball, Robots, and, Police Chases Chap. 142 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Megatron stood behind the Insecticon, smirking at the captive who currently sat in his brig. He strode forward, pushing the Insecticon aside. "Perhaps, if that were the case, however.. you are not an ordinary femme. Am I right, Lunarbolt?"
Hearing this, the silver lieutenant glowered at the Decepticon war-lord and then winced when she pressed a servo to her dislocated shoulder. Megatron saw the femme's cringe and then motioned for the Insecticon to leave the two alone. Bowing its head, the Insecticon sent Lunarbolt one last hiss, making her glare at the creature before stalking off.
Megatron examined the Autobot's for