Two Brothers - Chapter 5
Title: Two Brothers
Rating: PG-13/T
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, just own Havoc. tomorrow4eva on FF.net beta for me.
Summary: For eons, Barricade thought that his family was gone and slowly became the killer, a hunter for the Decepticons. But when someone from his past comes back to Earth for peace, he is will to go to great lenght to get him back.
Barricade didn’t know who to be angriest at.
He supposed he should be mad at Bluestreak for getting into trouble in the first place. He should have known better than to go off on his own, knowing full well that there were still Decepticons about. He should have known that he could have been attacked like this. He shouldn’t have been that thick in the head.
But then again, when was the last time the Decepticons made a move against any of the Autobots? And if they did suddenly make a move, chances were it wouldn’t be against Bluestreak. He was just small fish. No, they would most likely go for the four Mission survivors. They were the ones that assisted in the destruction of Megatron.
So, he thought about blaming the two Cons that felt hurting his little brother was great fun. Ok, no one else knew that his brother was Bluestreak and he wasn’t going to tell them. But they were suppose to maintain a low profile for Primus’ sake. How were they going to do that if they were going to attack random Autobots that they saw on the road? He knew that Havoc was most likely the one who started it. The mech was just energon thirsty. How many fights did he have to break up back on Cybertron or here that involved the green mech? A lot of them. That is why he was with Swindle. He had enough sense to keep Havoc under control or at least remind him not to cause too much trouble. That theory was now out the window. What were these two thinking?
Finally, he couldn’t shake the thought that he himself was to blame. Had he been watching over Bluestreak, he would have been able to do something quicker. He should have been able to stop these two before it got out of hand. Normally he would be on ‘on patrol’, watching out for Bluestreak and cloaking his signature from any Autobots around. He should have been here. But no...he spent the last day talking with Thunderwing, the current commander of the Decepticon troops on Earth. The seeker was one of the more competent Decepticons, proven in his high rank by running the Decepticon city state of Vos. It was rumour that his own trine was close to over taking Starscream’s own as number one before Megatron left Cybertron.
The only reason why the seeker kept him so long was to discuss current Autobots movements and what he found out about the humans. Barricade wondered if Thunderwing thought his reports weren’t thorough enough. It was frustrating to kept indoors, going over things he had already reported, when he could be outside and fulfilling both his own agenda and the purposes of his faction
“Barricade! What do you think you are doing!?” shouted Havoc as he got himself off the ground.
“What do you think! Thunderwing wanted us to keep a low profile. This isn’t a low profile!” responded Barricade as he came face to face with Havoc.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip out that voice box from your throat,” threatened Havoc as he made a ripped motion towards Barricade’s neck.
“Cause if you try to touch me, you won’t be able to move your arm. Having it ripped from the socket will do that for you,” snarled Barricade.
“I would like to see you try!”
“Gladly!”
“I hate to break up this battle of wits, but we have some company,” said Swindle as he pushed the two Cons away from each other.
Turning around, Barricade took noticed of what Swindle had seen. Coming straight towards them were two forms, two familiar Autobots forms. Ironhide and Prowl...Yes, those two were a good cause for alarm. Especially if they saw one of their own in a position like Bluestreak was in right now. Glancing over towards his younger brother, Barricade knew it would be safer for the both of them to leave the younger mech behind to be taken back to the Autobot base.
“Then lets leave before they have the chance to get here,” said Barricade.
“And leave the bot alive?” protested Havoc, shaking his head, “No way, not after all that. We deal a blow to the Bots now!”
Havoc stalked over towards the stasis locked form of Bluestreak, aiming his talons right where the spark would be kept. So many thoughts just flashed into Barricade’s processors there. He had to do something! He couldn’t let that mad Con kill Blue. But if he stopped Havoc, these two would be suspicious of him. Why save an Autobot? He needed a good enough reason to blast him in the back.
Fortunately, Ironhide beat him to the punch.
“Step aside from the Autobot!” shouted Ironhide as one of his cannons was smoking from the shot he just fired, sending Havoc flying and crashing back down to the sand below. The two Autobots had transformed into their mechs modes and were now looking for a fight. Ironhide had his weapon switching between Swindle and Barricade. Prowl on the other hand was glaring with such anger that Barricade thought for sure that the Autobot taction was trying to kill the Decepticon with his mind.
Swindle shook his head before looking over towards Ironhide, “I do not think you are in any position to demand anything of us. We are the ones who hold your friend. We are the ones making the deals here.”
“Over my dead protoform you are,” said Prowl as he just charged forward, his left arm changing into an electrical baton and whacking Swindle straight in the head. It must have been a powerful shock as Swindle cried out and tried to back away. But Prowl just continued his the assault.
“Guess you are mine,” said Ironhide as he made his way towards Barricade.
“In your dreams, old mech,” said Barricade as he readied his own weapon and fired it.
Fighting broke out between the two factions. Ironhide took to ripping up the landscape as he fired on Barricade. The hunter dodged the first few rounds, but found his left side burning in pain as one of the shots managed to get him in the side. Quickly, his self-repair system set to work to fix the damage, but he would need a medic to look after it later. He shuddered at the thought. There was only one in the current Decepticon forces that had the skills to be a medic, and only because he liked to ‘play’ with Autobots.
Swindle and Prowl’s own fight was heating up as the two of them continue to exchange blow after blow. Prowl landed one on the Con’s jaw while Swindle bash a good size dent onto Prowl’s helm. Now, the two of them were grappling with each other, their hands interlocking. They were trying to push the other to the ground, but neither of them were gaining the upper hand. With the four mechs becoming more involved with their battle, they failed to noticed the third Decepticon was getting back on to his feet.
“No one...No one does that to me,” snarled Havoc as he transformed into his Lotus form and started to dig up the sand. It started to fly into the area and everyone became covered in the Con-made sand storm. The fighting stopped when no one was able to see their opponent.
“Slag it, Havoc!”
“You are going to pay for this!”
“Slagging glitch!”
“Ironhide, forget the Con! Find Bluestreak!” shouted Prowl as he stumbled his way from Swindle. His arm transformed into a cannon and started to scanned around.
Where was he? Bluestreak had to be around here somewhere. The only reason for this ‘sandstorm’ was to distract them from Bluestreak. Hearing the cackle of Havoc, Prowl figured that the lime green Con found him first. At the mere thought of that insane mech even touching Bluestreak had his energon running cold. Gun shots sounded out in the area and someone cried in pain as the sand finally settled down.
Havoc was now down and bleeding out his energon from a giant wound in his side, in stasis lock. Swindle swore as he ran to his partner’s side and picked up the small green mech, “Let’s move!”
Barricade nodded his head as his placed his cannon away, glaring towards the two Autobots as he transformed back into his cruiser form. Prowl frowned as the two Decepticons disappeared with their wound comrade in tow before turning his attention towards Ironhide, who was next to Bluestreak.
“How is he?” Prowl asked, kneeling beside the large black mech as he was trying to stop the energon flow.
“He is going to be a lot worse if we don’t get him to Ratchet, and fast,” hissed Ironhide as he stood back up and transformed into his truck mode. Carefully, Prowl lifted the younger mech into the bed before switching back to his vehicle mode. Driving in front, the two of them headed back to the ARC as fast as they could go.
Rating: PG-13/T
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, just own Havoc. tomorrow4eva on FF.net beta for me.
Summary: For eons, Barricade thought that his family was gone and slowly became the killer, a hunter for the Decepticons. But when someone from his past comes back to Earth for peace, he is will to go to great lenght to get him back.
Barricade didn’t know who to be angriest at.
He supposed he should be mad at Bluestreak for getting into trouble in the first place. He should have known better than to go off on his own, knowing full well that there were still Decepticons about. He should have known that he could have been attacked like this. He shouldn’t have been that thick in the head.
But then again, when was the last time the Decepticons made a move against any of the Autobots? And if they did suddenly make a move, chances were it wouldn’t be against Bluestreak. He was just small fish. No, they would most likely go for the four Mission survivors. They were the ones that assisted in the destruction of Megatron.
So, he thought about blaming the two Cons that felt hurting his little brother was great fun. Ok, no one else knew that his brother was Bluestreak and he wasn’t going to tell them. But they were suppose to maintain a low profile for Primus’ sake. How were they going to do that if they were going to attack random Autobots that they saw on the road? He knew that Havoc was most likely the one who started it. The mech was just energon thirsty. How many fights did he have to break up back on Cybertron or here that involved the green mech? A lot of them. That is why he was with Swindle. He had enough sense to keep Havoc under control or at least remind him not to cause too much trouble. That theory was now out the window. What were these two thinking?
Finally, he couldn’t shake the thought that he himself was to blame. Had he been watching over Bluestreak, he would have been able to do something quicker. He should have been able to stop these two before it got out of hand. Normally he would be on ‘on patrol’, watching out for Bluestreak and cloaking his signature from any Autobots around. He should have been here. But no...he spent the last day talking with Thunderwing, the current commander of the Decepticon troops on Earth. The seeker was one of the more competent Decepticons, proven in his high rank by running the Decepticon city state of Vos. It was rumour that his own trine was close to over taking Starscream’s own as number one before Megatron left Cybertron.
The only reason why the seeker kept him so long was to discuss current Autobots movements and what he found out about the humans. Barricade wondered if Thunderwing thought his reports weren’t thorough enough. It was frustrating to kept indoors, going over things he had already reported, when he could be outside and fulfilling both his own agenda and the purposes of his faction
“Barricade! What do you think you are doing!?” shouted Havoc as he got himself off the ground.
“What do you think! Thunderwing wanted us to keep a low profile. This isn’t a low profile!” responded Barricade as he came face to face with Havoc.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip out that voice box from your throat,” threatened Havoc as he made a ripped motion towards Barricade’s neck.
“Cause if you try to touch me, you won’t be able to move your arm. Having it ripped from the socket will do that for you,” snarled Barricade.
“I would like to see you try!”
“Gladly!”
“I hate to break up this battle of wits, but we have some company,” said Swindle as he pushed the two Cons away from each other.
Turning around, Barricade took noticed of what Swindle had seen. Coming straight towards them were two forms, two familiar Autobots forms. Ironhide and Prowl...Yes, those two were a good cause for alarm. Especially if they saw one of their own in a position like Bluestreak was in right now. Glancing over towards his younger brother, Barricade knew it would be safer for the both of them to leave the younger mech behind to be taken back to the Autobot base.
“Then lets leave before they have the chance to get here,” said Barricade.
“And leave the bot alive?” protested Havoc, shaking his head, “No way, not after all that. We deal a blow to the Bots now!”
Havoc stalked over towards the stasis locked form of Bluestreak, aiming his talons right where the spark would be kept. So many thoughts just flashed into Barricade’s processors there. He had to do something! He couldn’t let that mad Con kill Blue. But if he stopped Havoc, these two would be suspicious of him. Why save an Autobot? He needed a good enough reason to blast him in the back.
Fortunately, Ironhide beat him to the punch.
“Step aside from the Autobot!” shouted Ironhide as one of his cannons was smoking from the shot he just fired, sending Havoc flying and crashing back down to the sand below. The two Autobots had transformed into their mechs modes and were now looking for a fight. Ironhide had his weapon switching between Swindle and Barricade. Prowl on the other hand was glaring with such anger that Barricade thought for sure that the Autobot taction was trying to kill the Decepticon with his mind.
Swindle shook his head before looking over towards Ironhide, “I do not think you are in any position to demand anything of us. We are the ones who hold your friend. We are the ones making the deals here.”
“Over my dead protoform you are,” said Prowl as he just charged forward, his left arm changing into an electrical baton and whacking Swindle straight in the head. It must have been a powerful shock as Swindle cried out and tried to back away. But Prowl just continued his the assault.
“Guess you are mine,” said Ironhide as he made his way towards Barricade.
“In your dreams, old mech,” said Barricade as he readied his own weapon and fired it.
Fighting broke out between the two factions. Ironhide took to ripping up the landscape as he fired on Barricade. The hunter dodged the first few rounds, but found his left side burning in pain as one of the shots managed to get him in the side. Quickly, his self-repair system set to work to fix the damage, but he would need a medic to look after it later. He shuddered at the thought. There was only one in the current Decepticon forces that had the skills to be a medic, and only because he liked to ‘play’ with Autobots.
Swindle and Prowl’s own fight was heating up as the two of them continue to exchange blow after blow. Prowl landed one on the Con’s jaw while Swindle bash a good size dent onto Prowl’s helm. Now, the two of them were grappling with each other, their hands interlocking. They were trying to push the other to the ground, but neither of them were gaining the upper hand. With the four mechs becoming more involved with their battle, they failed to noticed the third Decepticon was getting back on to his feet.
“No one...No one does that to me,” snarled Havoc as he transformed into his Lotus form and started to dig up the sand. It started to fly into the area and everyone became covered in the Con-made sand storm. The fighting stopped when no one was able to see their opponent.
“Slag it, Havoc!”
“You are going to pay for this!”
“Slagging glitch!”
“Ironhide, forget the Con! Find Bluestreak!” shouted Prowl as he stumbled his way from Swindle. His arm transformed into a cannon and started to scanned around.
Where was he? Bluestreak had to be around here somewhere. The only reason for this ‘sandstorm’ was to distract them from Bluestreak. Hearing the cackle of Havoc, Prowl figured that the lime green Con found him first. At the mere thought of that insane mech even touching Bluestreak had his energon running cold. Gun shots sounded out in the area and someone cried in pain as the sand finally settled down.
Havoc was now down and bleeding out his energon from a giant wound in his side, in stasis lock. Swindle swore as he ran to his partner’s side and picked up the small green mech, “Let’s move!”
Barricade nodded his head as his placed his cannon away, glaring towards the two Autobots as he transformed back into his cruiser form. Prowl frowned as the two Decepticons disappeared with their wound comrade in tow before turning his attention towards Ironhide, who was next to Bluestreak.
“How is he?” Prowl asked, kneeling beside the large black mech as he was trying to stop the energon flow.
“He is going to be a lot worse if we don’t get him to Ratchet, and fast,” hissed Ironhide as he stood back up and transformed into his truck mode. Carefully, Prowl lifted the younger mech into the bed before switching back to his vehicle mode. Driving in front, the two of them headed back to the ARC as fast as they could go.