{REQUESTED}
{I can't with that photo}
{Song Above: American Dreams}
The tall man wiped the sweat beads from his forehead. He rolled out from underneath the semi to look at his work.
He crossed his arms and studied the truck. The blue and red shined. The flames made it stick out from the large, worn down barn.
He heard the barn door open and turned to look. The teenage boy walked in with a smile.
"Greetings, Bumblebee." The man said.
The boy nodded and sat the rest he had held down. He looked at the semi then to the man.
'Working on it, again?' The boy signed, head tilted.
The man nodded and turned back to the truck. "Indeed I am. It needs new parts before we can even use it once more." The man explained.
Once the man turned back around, the boy continued to sign. 'Drift needs you. Crosshairs went out with Hound.'
The man nodded and took a cloth to wipe the oil from his face and hands.
"Thank you, Bumblebee. What's this?" He asked as he pointed to the tray. Bumblebee scratched the back of his head before replying.
'Drift made you some tea,' Bumblebee explained. 'And some sushi.'
The man nodded once more. "Thank you."
Bumblebee walked out, going to continue whatever he had done beforehand. The man walked out and find the Chinese man.
The man found Drift in the field, meditating. A tray of tea and sushi sat beside him.
"You called for my presence?" The man asked.
Drift smiled and opened his eyes. He stood and turned to the man. "Yes," he held his hands behind his back. "A man had contacted us of an auction. At the old worn down theatre. We are welcome anytime."
The man smiled. "Thank you, Drift. Your help is much needed."
The Chinese man bowed in respect and continued with his meditation.
The man walked to the homestead and started to prepare lunch for the rest. He knew they could make it themselves, but he wanted to be generous.
\|/YOUR POV\|/
You sped down the street, gunshots firing and hitting your frame many times. You just couldn't understand.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" You shouted. The soldiers didn't hesitate to keep shooting. You groaned and did a sharp turn.
After hours of trying to escape, you succeeded.
You tried to keep yourself steady. You felt your axel snap and you growled. Before you could do anything else you ran into a building. You tried to stay awake, only to fail.
You knew you were okay for now. But for how long?
-|-Optimus POV-|-
Optimus and the crew drove to the theatre in a carpool. They all had taken Bumblebee's car. A black and yellow Camaro.
"Welcome," greeted the owner as he shook the men's hands. "Glad you could come by!"
"Thank you for inviting us." Optimus said with a smile.
"Let's hurry this up," the Australian man complained. "Don't want to meet the dust bunnies face to face."
"Patience is a virtue," Drift said calmly. "And the rivers are calm."
"What the hell are it talkin' about?" The large man asked, his dog tags making noise. "This ain't one of your dang yoga classes!"
"Easy, Hound," Optimus warned. "There will be no fighting."
The other nodded as they walked in. The owner showed them around until they got to the large stage. He just sat down and let the five explore.
"Ooh, look at this!" Crosshairs said as he lifted a football from some rubble. "Bee! Catch!"
Bumblebee turned to his name. Crosshairs threw the football in a perfect spiral. Bumblebee jumped up and caught it, cheering and holding it in the air.
"Wouldn't you believe they have an antique tea set?" Drift asked as he carefully held dusty cups. "Never thought they would be here of all places."
"You keep talkin' 'bout your little princess set," Hound said. "I got me a better handy dandy hump of junk." Hound held up a large roll set of knives.
"Knives? In a theatre?" Crosshairs asked.
"Drift found a princess set. Plus, who plays by the rules?" Hound asked.
Crosshairs put his fingers to his chin. "Good point."
Optimus looked around for anything he thought neat. He didn't have to look very far to see a strange sight.
An old, beaten down truck. Optimus was confused and hummed in thought. Before he could change his mind, he hopped into the truck to inspect it.
"Sir!" Optimus shouted to the owner. "How much is the truck?"
The owner looked over, confused. "What truck?"
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"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BOUGHT A TRUCK!" Crosshairs snapped.
"Better than a princess set." Hound Said, puffing smoke from his cigar.
Drift growled and walked away to the house to make some tea.
"If I can take it's parts and repair my truck then we can put it into the car show," Optimus started. "The prize is five grand."
Bumblebee was directing the driver where to put the truck down. Soon enough the man left and it was just the group.
"I'm goin' to target practice." Crosshairs groaned and walked away.
Hound shrugged and followed after the paratrooper.
Optimus looked at the truck and put his hands on his hips. He gazed over it's cracked frame and rust.
'Optimus,' Bumblebee signed. 'Can I join Crosshairs and Hound?'
"Of course, Bumblebee." Optimus approved.
Bumblebee jumped for glee and chased after the two.
Optimus turned back to the truck.
"Time to keep this family together."
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"No way! Nope! You're out of our mind!" Crosshairs yelled, shaking his head and moving his arms around.
"Stop being a baby." Hound said, rolling his eyes.
"Would you care to help me with this?" Optimus asked the men. They looked at each other.
"I'm out." Crosshairs said, walking out of the barn.
Optimus sighed. "Anyone?"
"I'm in." Hound said, puffing smoke.
"As am I." Drift said.
Bee rose his hand and jumped around like a child.
Optimus gave a nod. "Hound, help me with this missile," I started. Hound nodded and threw his cigar away. "Drift, can you maintain the battery?"
"Of course, sansei." Drift bowed and walked over to the truck battery.
"Bumblebee, can you assist if needed?"
Bumblebee nodded with a thumbs up.
Optimus looked at Hound. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be, Boss." He said.
As the two lifted the missile, Hound hit the weapon on a crane that had been in the barn. The missile flew through the barn, causing Hound and Optimus to fall.
Drift covered his head while Bumblebee took cover.
"Oops." Hound said, scratching his head.
"Optimus-" Before Drift could finish, the truck began to transform.
Drift jumped for cover as the alien hit the platform. Everyone ducked for cover as the transformer groaned.
"I'LL KILL YOU! Stay back!" The transformer snapped, pointing their gun. Optimus held his arms up in defense.
"My name is Optimus! This is Hound, Drift, And Bumblebee! We are here to help!" Optimus shouted.
You leaned on the barn wall and coughed up energon, weak. "Optimus? You aren't going to attack?" You asked, dropping your gun.
"No! We want to help!" Optimus reasoned.
You coughed and dropped to the ground.
"Systems damaged..." You choked out. "Weapons..."
"Hey! It's okay! I can repair you!" Optimus calmed you.
You looked at the man. "Thank you, Optimus. I am in your debt."
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That sucked. Sorry for that! >~<
-Killer Kamen
Or
Swiftswipe!!!!
