Meeting of the Sass

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Characters: @knockout
Location: Outside Jasper
Content Warnings: Sass All the Sassss
Plot Summary: The Decepticons finally make a grab for the resident oddity - unfortunately they sent Knock Out.

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It was one of those days where nothing was happening, so it did seem perfect for something bad to happen.

By this time, Chris felt pretty at ease with the Autobots, and pretty sure that he was safe. At least for the moment. So he’d taken his exploration of his new surroundings to a new level today. Namely, he was exploring the desert. This time, given last time he’d encountered a Con, even a non hostile one, he’d let Warpath know where he was going.

But for the moment. Things were pretty quiet as he spent most of the time regarding the wildlife near base. It wasn’t the most exciting events but he did love animals, so he was rather curious about the wildlife around there. And thankfully he had a few weapons now in case a bobcat or something showed up.

He was definitely not ready for the chaos and sass to follow.

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A roaring engine drew closer. For a moment there seemed to be unusual folksy metal playing from the radio, the song being about wooden pints, but wooden pints of WHAT? What exactly did little men underground drinking wooden pints have to do with anything? Primus, why did organics like to get drunk anyway?

The music went eerily silent when the red Aston Martin pulled up close. The windows were dark-tinted so if there was a driver, the visibility was certainly not noticeable. A door suddenly swung like it was opening, before a large mechanical hand would draw closer to Chris, ready to snatch him out of nowhere.

Decepticons did like little fleshy bargaining chips sometimes...

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Chris barely heard the sound of the engine, but he did hear the music.

What on Earth was a car doing out this far? Was it another Autobot? If it was, he had to admire his taste in cars really. An Aston Martin was definitely a sweet ride even if he preferred Corvettes and Lamborghini’s. He urned around, ready to give a wave and greeting when he saw the outstretched hand.

What the hell was that?

Of course, he really didn’t have much time to react. Instead he felt the cold vice grip around his waist as he screamed, rather loudly. “Whoa! Hands off! What’s the big idea!?” He immediately shouted.