Transformers: Allies With A Twist

~~2~~

"Thank you... beautiful... but... watch this." He leaned to the right and balanced on two wheels scanning a 2014 Chevrolet Camaro. I watched as his enterer flipped around. The two front seats scooted back a bit and now there was a small middle seat in between them; the back also had a few extra inches of space.

"Woah." He pulled back in front of Mikaela and Sam, opening the car door for them. They hopped in and looked around, appreciating the new interior.

Soon, we pull in front of this nice ass building and get out. We see asteroids falling down to earth but know that they aren't space rocks. I sit on the hood and watch in awe as they plummet down to earth. One crash lands no too far ahead of us. We all run to it and watch as steam comes off the sphere ball. Bee reeves his engine and signals us into the car. He then drives us to another location but this time it's in an alley way. Upon arrival we get out and soon cars surround us. A big red and blue semi-truck is the first to transform followed by everyone else.

The semi-truck bends down to where his face is in front of us, "Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendant of Archibald Witwicky?"

Mikaela clings to Sam's arm, "They know your name!"

"Yeah."

"My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron."

"But you can call us Autobots for short." Another said. He was tall too, but still shorter than Optimus and he had a yellowish green paint job.

"Autobots." Sam repeated.

"What's cracking little bitches?" I turned to my right to see the smaller one of the bunch do some twists and flips. He had a silver paint job and looked pretty muscular for Autobot standards.

"My first lieutenant," Optimus introduced. "Designation: Jazz."

Jazz did another flip, landing perfectly, before he pushed backwards and laid on a car. "This looks like a cool place to kick it."

I laughed and nodded, "Hell ya man. What up?" I held up a fist and Jazz grinned fist-bumping me.

"This little lady gets it!" He held out a hand to lift me up and set me in his lap. I leaned back into his stomach... chest... thing? It is actually really warm and comfy for metal. I liked him already.

"Where'd he learn to talk like that?" Sam inquired.

"We've learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web." Optimus continued to introduce the Autobots. Turning to the transformed black truck he started, "My weapons specialist, Ironhide."

He seemed to have a whole arsenal on his arms, pointing them at Sam and Mikaela he asked, "You feeling lucky, punks?"

Both seemed to step back from the canons being pointed in their face while Optimus warned Ironhide, "Easy, Ironhide."

"Just kidding. I just wanted to show them my cannons." I quietly gasped in excitement and excused myself from Jazz before running up to Ironhide.

"I love them!" He looked down at me surprised. "Can I have one?" He exchanged a look with Prime before tossing me a pistol. Upon expection I gasped, "A Glock 26 Gen 3! I've never shot one of these bad boys!" Checking the clip I found it was loaded, I turned to a dumpster and saw a few empty soda cans. Positioning my left hand above the gun I pulled back, cocking the gun, and fired. I did a rapid fire and hit each can with precision. "Awesome!" Ironhide and the others looked shocked but I paid no mind and pulled the clip out, dumping the last bullet into my hand. This isn't ordinary ammo. Pocketing the bullet I looked back up at Ironhide and asked, "Can I have more ammo?"