Primus, Why me?
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT WAS HOLY WHAT NOW?
The door was opened (angrily if it were possible for a pneumatic, sliding door to sound angry) and there stood a rather annoyed teed off Sideswipe. “Why are you doing that? What do you want?”"Ten local time." Thundercracker explained, tapping the tips of his pedes together as he drew random squiggles and swirls in the sand. Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink. Went his pedes. "… Want some energon gummies?"
Hey. It was fuel. You had to be an idiot to deny or refuse fuel when offered especially in war time.
So he took the offered treats and fell into silence again.
Just….scrutinizing the other.
What did he want from Sideswipe?
"….what time is it now then?"
"Mmmm…." Thundercracker checked his chronometer. "Nine forty four. Still gotta bit…." He popped three gummies in his mouth, wings flicking in impatience. "….. Think I should set up more fireworks? I didn’t wanna use them all at once, but…"
"You keep your fragging servos off my trine you slag sucking bottom feeder of an autobot!"
"Have you ever seen a more awesome paint job than mine~"
"Why won’t sideswipe hang out with meeeeeee…. Maybe I just gotta try harder."
"Think i covered this one."
"Energon Gels? WHERE?!"
"Eh, there’s nothing I can’t do if I put my processor to it! Though I do kinda wish I understood what Scree talks about when he gets going on chemical equations. Most of that is boring enough to stall my processors."
"Didn’t I already say pastel? But hey, being cool is a thing too."
"Pastel colors. They’re pretty cool looking. Not as cool as me, but yeah."
early in life sparklings much like human babies don’t have an understanding of object permanence - meaning that they don’t understand that objects and people still exist when they can’t see them - so when their parent transforms they get confused and wonder where there parent has gone and why there is this object in their place??? some little sparklings cry thinking their parent has left them…
Multi-coloured wreck indeed. Ratchet hadn’t seen a mech with such vibrant paint since the clubs on Cybertron were still running.
That’s a Ratchet.
Okay no he’s seriously hiding now. No no no. Go away Ratchet. He doesn’t want any extra things attatched to him, thank you very much!
::I’ve got it, Hoist. Last thing we need is Another Seeker running around the base.::
Good luck with that door, Seeker. Medbay’s on lockdown.
The flier hit the doors, rebounding off of them before slamming his back against them and pressing himself to the seam. As if pressing his entire weight backwards would force them open. He glanced around, optics wide and panicky, looking for another way out.
Even with all his early warning sensors and proximity alarms, Red might not have evaded the shot that was clearly meant to take his head off. Anger clouded judgement, reactions… and he was livid.
Frag frag frag FRAG! Thundercracker ducked low, keeping his wings angled down and the rock wall of the cavern firmly between them. Not coming out. Nope.
It would have probably been the end of him, if not for Thayle.
The femme leapt up, desperate, to tackle him or shield him with her smaller body. She’d have taken the full hit, if Red hadn’t been so intent on kicking her right then.
TC’s shot, aimed from so low to the ground, ended up merely taking a bite out of her midsection. It hit Red Alert straight through the neck. The purple mech dropped like a ton of stones, spurting sparks and energon and ugly black smoke.
Not dead. But certainly no good to anyone right now.
Thayle stared, shocked and bleeding, when Red fell.
And didn’t get up.
Perhaps TC could hear it building, the scream that welled up inside her, tearing its way free in a tortured, agonized howl as she crawled towards her fallen master, leaving a trail of energon on the floor of the cave.
Thundercracker stared in horror. The crazy femme had jumped in the way! She jumped in the way of his shot!
The technicolored seeker dashed over, feeling useless with his hands still cuffed. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!”
Terrifying. Really. Seriously. Bluestreak would be quaking if he gave two shits about the Seeker’s threats, but instead he dug the butt of his rifle into the injured wing.
[text] Of course not. I have one more prize to catch before I do.
Ruby optics flickered down towards the sherbet colored jet again, hooded in contemplation and radiating a sort of smugness. It had been far too easy to take the jet down, so it only stood to reason that the other two would be that much more difficult. Perhaps he should have taken the one first and come back for the other…
[text] I really do hope Lord Prime keeps your head for the wall when he smelts the rest of you. That gag really highlights your better features: your big spike-sucking mouth, for example
"Alright Decepticons, time to move" Megatron announced once Sideswipe and Starscream had rejoined them.
"Thank you for agreeing to help, Sideswipe" he murmured.. "Skywarp can take you" he mused glancing to the tactician
"Yeah yeah yeah." He grumped. "I’m fighting for the greater good and for puppies and rainbows and shit. Can we just get this over with?"
There were Autobots that were waiting to be riddled with bullets.
And the colorful pain in the aft needed saving. Or something.
[text] Frag you, Autobot! I bet you fall face first in the ocean! If not, I hope Warp teleports you to the bottom of the fragging Abyss! See you laugh and gloat with all that pressure building until you collapse inward!
Thundercracker may not be the best at threats. But points for creative way to die?
Skywarp snorted, stepping up beside Sideswipe. “I like this even less than you do.” That said, he gave no warning as he hooked his arms under Sideswipe’s and hefted him upwards. Astrotrain’s cargo doors opened and….
Out jumped Skywarp. He let them freefall a moment before firing his thrusters on and leveling out. He hated flying with passengers. Their weight always through his automatic warping vectors off.
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT WAS HOLY WHAT NOW?
The door was opened (angrily if it were possible for a pneumatic, sliding door to sound angry) and there stood a rather annoyed teed off Sideswipe. “Why are you doing that? What do you want?”"Huh? Oh!" Thundercracker brushed his hands together, wiping away the sand that had manages to stick to it. "Something Soundwave was playing the other day. Some country song.
'My little darlin' is a, firecracker~!'”
He belted the line out, even if that’s the only line he remembered from it. The tune was what had stuck around most. That done, he sat on in the sand at Sideswipe’s pedes, back to the rock the smaller mech was sitting on. “Now, we wait for 10~”
Sideswipe lifted his peds and hugged his knees to his chest. Maybe subconsciously accommodate the other. Who knew?
"Ten local time." Thundercracker explained, tapping the tips of his pedes together as he drew random squiggles and swirls in the sand. Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink. Went his pedes. "… Want some energon gummies?"