G1!Verse, Outside the Ark, Making Plans...
"Okay, Sunstreaker, if Showtime goes for you, what are you going to do?" Desinex faced the golden Lamborghini twin, waiting for his answer.
"Get back to alt, and try to lead her towards your position...but I swear, if she so much as leaves a scuff..." he trailed off, seeing Desinex's stern look.
"Just use your speed to your advantage...I looked up the specs for her alt...she's not nearly as fast as you...even if you take our limits into consideration...Besides," Desinex smirked, "You think I'll let her get close enough to ruin your paintjob? Keep dreaming, Sunny." Everyone jumped as Red Alert came on over the comms, with a report that an unfamiliar signal had suddenly appeared a few miles out. Within a few minutes, the heavy hitters and frontliners, along with Desinex and Bluestreak, were making their way to the coordinates given.
Desinex fell back to get to high ground, and Bluestreak soon did likewise. Everyone else masked their signals and moved to encircle the source of the strange signal. Optimus Prime gave the signal to begin moving forward, towards the potential threat, as Desinex got a visual of the...
/Optimus! It's Showtime!/ Optimus had spotted the smaller blue femme just before Desinex's comm came. The Decepticon seemed a bit confused, and was behaving oddly. She was running her hands over some of the rock formations, and scowling when she didn't seem to find what she was looking for.
/Ironhide to Optimus Prime...Somethin' ain't right here.../ Before anyone else could comment, Sunstreaker charged at the femme, who looked up, shrieked, and ran.
/Sunstreaker! Stop! She's not even going for her weapon!/ Desinex slid down the rock formation she had been using for shelter, transforming as she ran, hoping to intercept the smaller femme and Sunstreaker. Everyone cringed at the sound of a Maserati colliding at full speed with a Lamborghini. Showtime, for her part, had opted to dive behind a large rock formation, before peeking out, freaking out, running towards Desinex and flailing.
The sound of at least a dozen weapons powering up caused the lighter blue femme to freeze in her tracks. "Don't shoot!" She put her hands up, showing quite clearly that she wasn't armed. Jazz noticed something unusal, and quickly commed Optimus.
/Hey...wasn' she wearin' th' 'Con sign last time we seen her? It ain' ther' now.../