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Still Titleless Xover Fic....
Remember that Transformers/Spaceship Under the Apple Tree crossover?
"The Bah-weep...whatsis?" Sam asked.
The Professor grinned. "Let's just call it the Universal Greeting for now. Martinean... well, it sounds a bit like Welsh, but it can be even more of a mouthful sometimes. All those technical terms. Now, like this." He took hold of Sam's hands, right first, then left, drawing them out to their fullest extent, then turning them to face palms up. "This shows you have no weapons. Then you walk in a small circle to show you carry no destructive machines."
Epps snickered. "And this works for the 'Bots too? Man, they are destructive machines!"
The Professor's glare was fast, and acidic. "The Universal Greeting, as with any such greeting, means 'I come in peace'." It is respected even among those who cannot meet its strictest physical interpretation. A man carrying a gun may shake your hand and be civil just as easily and honorably as someone who is weaponless. It is a declaration of intent, Sergeant."
Sam looked at his hands, then shrugged mentally and walked in a small circle, ending up where he'd started.
The Professor smiled at him then gave the Universal Greeting, the Bahweepwhatever, in return. His eyes were closed, though, and his face turned to the ceiling, and he moved with a certain rhythm that made it look like a dance. As he finished, his arms dropped to his sides, his eyes opened, and he looked quite pleased. "Well, young man, I think you'll do quite well as an ambassador--"
He was cut off by the shrilling of a cellphone. "Excuse me," the Professor said with a slight nod, and fished the device out of his pocket, flipping it open. "Hello, Edward Blow speaking."
"Eddie!" Sam could just hear. The Professor winced a little and held the phone away from his ear.
"Heya Marty!" he replied nonetheless into the mouthpiece. "How's the trip? Are you making good time?"
"Making... time?" 'Marty' asked, sounding slightly confused.
A sigh. "Never mind, Marty, it's an idiom... how long until you arrive?"
"Arrival time estimated: twenty minutes."
"That quick?" The Professor glanced at his watch. "Wow, Marty, that's pretty good even for you."
The person on the other end of the line sounded smug. "New upgrades due to highly scientific collaboration. Top secret!"
Professor Eddie Blow grinned. "Sounds great, Marty! I'll meet you out in the landing field. Seeya soon!"
There was a click and then a dial tone. With a fond smile, the Professor flipped the phone shut and stowed it away. Then he looked at Sam. "Time for you to put the Bahweepgrahnaweepninibang into practice, Ambassador Witwicky."
"Wait--you're inviting someone onto the base without clearance?" Epps demanded, standing.
The Professor merely smiled, enigmatic. "Trust me, Sergeant, Marty comes with his own clearance level." Tapping his fingers on that wire Boy Scout pin, he went out the office door, gesturing Sam to follow him. With a look at the half-finished paperwork still lying on the desk, Sam followed, with Epps trailing after them.
"The Bah-weep...whatsis?" Sam asked.
The Professor grinned. "Let's just call it the Universal Greeting for now. Martinean... well, it sounds a bit like Welsh, but it can be even more of a mouthful sometimes. All those technical terms. Now, like this." He took hold of Sam's hands, right first, then left, drawing them out to their fullest extent, then turning them to face palms up. "This shows you have no weapons. Then you walk in a small circle to show you carry no destructive machines."
Epps snickered. "And this works for the 'Bots too? Man, they are destructive machines!"
The Professor's glare was fast, and acidic. "The Universal Greeting, as with any such greeting, means 'I come in peace'." It is respected even among those who cannot meet its strictest physical interpretation. A man carrying a gun may shake your hand and be civil just as easily and honorably as someone who is weaponless. It is a declaration of intent, Sergeant."
Sam looked at his hands, then shrugged mentally and walked in a small circle, ending up where he'd started.
The Professor smiled at him then gave the Universal Greeting, the Bahweepwhatever, in return. His eyes were closed, though, and his face turned to the ceiling, and he moved with a certain rhythm that made it look like a dance. As he finished, his arms dropped to his sides, his eyes opened, and he looked quite pleased. "Well, young man, I think you'll do quite well as an ambassador--"
He was cut off by the shrilling of a cellphone. "Excuse me," the Professor said with a slight nod, and fished the device out of his pocket, flipping it open. "Hello, Edward Blow speaking."
"Eddie!" Sam could just hear. The Professor winced a little and held the phone away from his ear.
"Heya Marty!" he replied nonetheless into the mouthpiece. "How's the trip? Are you making good time?"
"Making... time?" 'Marty' asked, sounding slightly confused.
A sigh. "Never mind, Marty, it's an idiom... how long until you arrive?"
"Arrival time estimated: twenty minutes."
"That quick?" The Professor glanced at his watch. "Wow, Marty, that's pretty good even for you."
The person on the other end of the line sounded smug. "New upgrades due to highly scientific collaboration. Top secret!"
Professor Eddie Blow grinned. "Sounds great, Marty! I'll meet you out in the landing field. Seeya soon!"
There was a click and then a dial tone. With a fond smile, the Professor flipped the phone shut and stowed it away. Then he looked at Sam. "Time for you to put the Bahweepgrahnaweepninibang into practice, Ambassador Witwicky."
"Wait--you're inviting someone onto the base without clearance?" Epps demanded, standing.
The Professor merely smiled, enigmatic. "Trust me, Sergeant, Marty comes with his own clearance level." Tapping his fingers on that wire Boy Scout pin, he went out the office door, gesturing Sam to follow him. With a look at the half-finished paperwork still lying on the desk, Sam followed, with Epps trailing after them.