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Motorcity: Join Me chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Motorcity or the listed characters Title: Join Me Rating: T+ Summary: AU, Chuck and Mike never met in Deluxe; Chuck is leader of the Burners and Mike is still a Kane’s Commander. Despite being enemies, Chuck and Mike find themselves having feelings for each other, but are both too stubborn to leave their sides of Detroit. Pairings: MikexChuck, DutchxTennie Warnings: Don’t read if you don’t like or are triggered by violence or dystopian societies Authors Note: For the sake of the AU to work Chuck is OOC and some events have been slightly changed.

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1: First meeting According to the records of Detroit Deluxe, he officially never existed; and yet he was still public enemy number one. They had him branded as an outlaw and a traitor. Of course he preferred the term ‘rogue genius’, but hey it’s not like he was the one making holographed wanted posters in Deluxe.

Plain and simply, his name was Chuck, leader of the Motorcity gang the Burners; he was of Caucasian descent made obvious by his pale, freckled skin, blonde hair, and maya-blue eyes.

But introductions aside, today he on a mission.

Currently he was at the opening ‘border’ between Motorcity and Deluxe; the charging ports were wide open and the area was being patrolled by Kane soldiers,mostly grunts. The keyword, however, was mostly.

“Okay Michael Chilton, time to die.” Chuck said to himself as he stood quite some distance away, addressing the Commander of Kane’s army who was currently organizing a troop of helmetless grunts. Due to his hacking of his files, Chuck knew pretty much everything about Commander Chilton, from his birthdate to school transcripts and even online shopping habits (Chilton had a strange fascination with cowboy boots). This, however, was the first time Chuck had seen the man, even if from a distance, in person, and he had his slingshot aiming right at him.

Of course Chuck wasn’t actually planning to execute the military head, but he needed to incapacitate him - he knew that today they were planning on a raid to take down Motorcity’s electrical shield, which was the city’s main component of the defense grid, so Chilton had to go down for the time being.

On top of a mostly rundown building, Chuck was lying on his stomach with his sleeve up and trying to get the cursor of his wrist-mounted energy slingshot to line up with Chilton’s head, once it was lined he waited for the right moment. 'Little to the left, no back to the right - perfect’ the blonde rebel thought to himself right as Commander Chilton turned his back, he pulled back the energy sling of his weapon and released it to fire. He calculated the closing distance in his head '200 yards, 100 yards, 50 yerds, 15 yards, 5 yards-’

CHIC!

Right as the energy ball was within three yards of him Chilton made a sudden 180 and whacked the oncoming projectile with a metal staff that retracted out of a skull-shaped module. “Well damn” Chuck muttered a rare swear word as Chilton looked to the direction of the projectile and spotted the Burners leader.

Dark eyes locked with blue ones, but rather than let his missed shot show on his face, Chuck simply smirked and used his hand to make an 'L’-finger symbol on his forehead directed right at Chilton and made a run for it.

Scaling down the rusted fire-escapes of the building, Chuck calculated that given the average speed of Kane technology he had about two minutes before the Kane Soldiers and Chilton would catch up to him.

But that was plenty of time for him '1 minute 45 seconds, 1 minute 44 seconds, 1 minute 43 seconds, 1 minute 42 seconds, one minute 41 seconds, 1 minute forty seconds’ by the time he counted down to one minute and 28 seconds he had made it to the bottom the building and into his car, Blonde Thunder.

He started the car and revved up the engines, and right as the lights came on and the vehicle came alive the head icon of Julie showed up, and he accepted the call, along with calling Dutch, Texas and Jacob.

“What’s going on? Is Chilton out?” Her slightly electronic voice demanded, clearly she had noticed the Kane bots and soldiers heading towards the building and them.

“Chilton noticed and countered my shot.” Chuck said as he started driving off to his team’s direction, keeping an eye on the screen in front of him that displayed a view from the back of his car. “We need to guard the security grid before they close in and blast it, but they lost the element of preparation they originally planned for, and are currently disorganized.” Although he assured this he somewhat doubted it himself, he knew for a fact from tapping and recording phone calls that Chilton had a reputation for back up plans and and improvisation.

Texas chimed in, his head icon appearing as he accepted Chuck’s call “Texas says we should take those Kane-goons head on.”

“No,’ He said simply as Dutch’s head icon appeared also “Texas and Dutch you two guard the grid whilst me and Julie take the bots on” He directed - Texas and Dutch had the most defense and durability while he and Julie had the most weaponry and flexibility comparatively.

“Are you sure Chuck?” Dutch asked, and the mechanical beeps of R.O.T.H were in the background of his audio feed.

“Im sure, besides I have a sneaking suspicious it’s my head that Chilton’s after.” He said as Nine Lives drove up beside him and hound like Kane-bots gained on them.

“Because you fired a shot at him?” Julie inquired.

“Well that and I made the 'L for Losers’ gesture at him.” Chuck stated as-a-matter-of-factly.

His honest response earned him an exasperated sigh out of his female teammate “Seriously dude?”

“I wasn’t intending for a missed shot to bring me down.”

“You just wanted to piss him off didn’t you.”

“Since when did I care about Chilton’s feelings?”

His car suddenly rattled at one of the hound-like Kane bots briefly collided with him, noticeably Blonde Thunder was more affected by a blow than Nine Lives was. Chuck’s vehicle was small and lightweight, and wasn’t as fast or durable compared to his teammates, but that was merely because he prioritized diverse weaponry and precision, a design plan he modelled after the Amazons.

Seeing that he was boxed in on both sides and the back by Kane-bots he pressed a button to activate an oil-slick trap, which made a special formula of industrial strength, anti-friction gel slick out from all sides except the front so he could keep driving, but the three Kane-bots would be be unable to follow.

“Let’s play a game of 'Find Julie’.” He heard from Julie’s audio feed and knew it was a precursor to her creating holograms of Nine Lives to confuse the bots - since the holograms were hard-light the bots wouldn’t be able to sense that they were intangible. Chuck, however, could.

“Julie, break away as much distance between here as you can in a frame of 30 seconds.” Chuck commanded as he stopped Blonde Thunder in its place and flipped a few levers that made several small bombs disperse and appear on his radar. They all dispersed in a distance to where when they detonated it wouldn’t hit Blonde Thunder, but each could detonate and cause a five-yard radius explosion, but so that the bots wouldn’t close in on him he started up Blonde Thunders shield - which used up enough energy that he could only keep it up for a small amount of time before it drained the batteries, in this case he only needed thirty seconds.

He sighed in relief when Julie sped off with her holograms and the bots were too distracted by his stilled vehicle to follow her, and repeatedly tried breaking through Blonde Thunder’s shield.

'4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second-’

BOOM

The explosions went off, devastating all the bots that had clamoured around his shield. He smirked and took the shield down, watching as the hound-like bots fizzed visibly through the dust with disorganized electrical currents and fell to the ground.

Chuck started Blonde Thunder back up and followed the blip on his radar that signalled where Julie was.

“Dude, Chuck, we have a problem.” Dutch suddenly said frantically as his head icon came up again “The bots took a shot at the defense grids power generator.”

“Please tell me they missed.” He almost groaned, already know the answer.

The mechanic retorted, bemused “Would I be calling you if they did? The shield is down! Can you start up the back up generator remotely?”

“I can’t, the back up generator has a manual interface to prevent Deluxe hacking.” Chuck explained, feeling sweat build up slightly under bangs.

“Do you want us to cover you while you start it up?” Dutch offered, Chuck shook his head even though the others couldn’t see it.

“No, I’ll put Blonde Thunder on autopilot and make the Kane forces think I’m still in it while manually starting up the back-up generator.” He explained, already putting Blonde Thunder on 'autopilot’ and put coordinates on for the vehicle, along with a randomizer that would pick random weapons or defense when a anything besides one of his teammates vehicles came close enough.

Curling his body into a ball he pressed a button that made his seat suddenly turn into a hatch and making him fall to the ground under Blonde Thunder as the car sped off with Kane forces following to the coordinates he plugged in beforehand.

Using the dust clouds that Blonde Thunder had kicked up with its wheels to hide himself, Chuck ran towards the direction of the generators, keeping himself hidden behind any structures that came up, considering he was well about 2 kilometers away from the generators.

He kept one of the sleeves of his jacket up so he could summon his slingshot at any time he may need to use it.

When he came close to the back-up generator he could see that Stronghorn and Whiptail were still blasting at the oncoming horde of Kane-bots.

Wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his remaining sleeve, Chuck opened the keypad panel and started plugging in the access code, which was about 25 digits long and he mentally counted it off in his head as he punched it in.

'4745875890-’

“Freeze, Burner.” A sudden juxtaposition came out of nowhere, making the blonde paused as something jabbed his back, he turned around fast to face the source of the interjection.

“Well,” he pretty much deadpanned “isn’t this a nice surprise visit.” the other end of a metal staff beheld none other Commander Michael Chilton.