Y/n, a teen sniper. Originaly raised by MECH to serve as their asssain, they were saved by a robot alien named Grizzly. Now wanting to serve them, you watch their back. Join them as they fight the Decepticons and MECH. And who knows? Maybe you might...
I sat in Grizzly's cab as we rolled through the nevada desert. We followed MECH radio chatter to a nearby town, Jasper. Appearently, they have a high ranking officer on vacation there. Now dont get me wrong, I'm not a vengefull person, but the fucker tried to casterate me. So vengeance is a bit needed here. While driving, I noticed a building in the distance. "You see that sir?" I asked. "Yep. We'll stop there for any supplies before going back to driving." He replied.
I nodded as we aproached the place. Looking at the building, I noticed it was a old farm house. I took a closer look at the land around us. Rotting wood of a barn laid on the ground. A few stone walls layed one or two rocks high in places. I climed out of Grizzly as he transformed. "No life signs detected. Not even a bug. Air is clean. Theres a basement. Check it out. I'll scan for anything." He said. I once again nodded before entering the house.
I entered into a living room, a skeleton with a rusted revolver laid on the ground. Found the owner. I picked up the gun and put it in a pouch. Might be able to pawn it. I scoured the rest of the house only to find decrepid furniture and rusted guns. Just things that I could sell to a firearms muesum or somthing. If not, a junkyard.
The only thing left to check is the basement. I walk down the stairs, using a flashlight to see. It was a single room that has a vent. The only things in here is a broken table and a chest with a few locks. The chest itself was completely metal with no gaps between the door and the body. I took out my knife before picking the locks. They fell off. I tried to open it but it wouldnt budge. Must be air tight. I used my knife to make a wedge which let the stale smelling air escape.
I lifted the lid to see whats inside. Inside was a engraved 1911 with a couple mags and boxes of ammo. The serial number read 192837, which I then scratched out with my knife. I took it and a holster that was under it. It put both on then filled my pockets with the remaining mags and ammo. I smiled a bit as I did a quickdraw. I holstered it as I headed up the stairs then outside. Grizzly put a makeshift cross over the grave he made for the skeleton. "Got one new gun and a load of scrap." I reported.
"Good. Lets go." He replied. He transformed back into a double barrel tank. I climed into him, then we took off twords Jasper.
(I wanted to put somthing short out so there's at least something here. Anyways have a good day)
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