The other half of the Terrible Twosome has arrived!
Sunstreaker had never felt so impatient in his life, at least as far as he could recall at the moment. He and Sideswipe had been scouting out some backwater solar system when they'd gotten Prime's broadcast. It had been less than a nanoclick before they'd locked in the coordinates, transformed, and took off
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Processor racing to match his speed, Sideswipe gunned his engine further. Inwardly he cursed Barricade for having chosen an alt-form with such poor acceleration; at this rate he'd never to make it to Wheeljack and Optimus in time. He was already losing precious time, having a torn tyre and asymetrical chassis from the missing sideskirt and torn undercarriage.
His radiowave sensors were flickering down again, picking up non-sensical static and white noise. With a growing sense of annoyance, Sideswipe curtly switched them off, opting instead for the angry sound of his engine.
He was nearing the far side of the city now--he could tell from the way the buildings were beginning to thin out. With an extra effort, he burst forth, all 2.2 metric tonnes screeching onto the highway ramp, narrowly missing the viper that was a shade of yellow, one that Sunstreaker may have picked for himself, he mused idly in the back of his CPU.
Sideswipe's headlights narrowed. Sunstreaker could take care of himself--for now, he had to try and help their fellow Autobots.
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Sunstreaker engaged his brakes, tires screaming on the pavement, and narrowly missing getting his frontend clipped by a ragged black vehicle barrelling onto the highway.
Still fuming over the crossed comm.link lines, the Viper gunned his engine and hurtled after the other vehicle, the narrow miss only fueling his already flagrant anger.
"Oh, you are so slagged you fragging liar," he retorted calmly, ignoring whatever else Barricade was attempting to babble about. Sunny's headlights had clearly picked out the Decepticon isignia couched amongst other foreign designs on the vehicle's side panels, and he felt a surge of excitement tingle through is main circuitboard.
With that blow out tire, the other vehicle wasn't difficult at all to catch, and Sunstreaker gunned his engine, pulling even with the sparking Decepticon.
Feinting a sideram, the Viper swerved into the other's lane, barely missing a collision.
That should get that moron's attention, Sunstreaker thought smugly to himself. Now to really throw down!
Decelerating quickly, the Viper dropped back a few feet and transformed in mid-motion, using the velocity to flip himself onto the black vehicle's roof.
Digging his fingers deeply into the edges of its frame, the big mech bellowed in in his native Cybertronian at the top of his ventilators, "I'm gonna make you wish you'd never been sparked Barricade!"
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Well, more landed on him than hit him.
Several things happened simultaneously.
--Undercarriage ground against concrete as the extra weight registered, and exhausted rubber finally gave out with a conclusive little "pop!" and hiss as high-pressured air escaped. As if one ruined tyre wasn't enough, Sideswipe now had two.
--Tactile sensors logged pain through Sideswipe's electronic web of circuitry and he gave out a violent shudder that was the robot equivalent of a wince.
--Recognition software matched the speech patterns and electronic-metrics that he had known since his creation.
--But now the form that was atop Sideswipe's roof had metallic digits securely and painfully wedged into his frame, curses in Cybertronian reaching his audio receptors.
Sideswipe growled. Fight first, ask questions later. It was how the warrior twins operated. And now Sideswipe was receiving a taste of his own medicine.
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Clinging tightly to the roof of the wildly swerving vehicle, Sunstreaker dug his fingers in all the more deeply, trying to wedge the plating away from the frame so that he could get to the more delicate parts inside.
The grinding of the Decepticon's undercarriage against the black surface was satisfying indeed. The second blown out tire was an added bonus.
Several blaring squawks distracted the Viper, and he looked up to the sullen red glows of tail lights up ahead, as well as another vehicle in the far lane that Barricade had swerved into upon impact. This had just gotten a lot more complicated as Prime had always frowned on either of the twins' penchant for collateral damage.
However, Sunstreaker was not about to let this opportunity go to waste.
"Open up you rustbox! Let me have the worthless spark of yours!"
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The strobe lights atop the poser police cruiser came to light, and even Sideswipe was momentarily disoriented by its effect. Whoever this newcomer was, he was going to suffer for adding to Sideswipe's cummulated injury.
Aluminum framework shifted, panels sliding over one another jerkily, none-too-gently scraping where its movement was interrupted by the body of the yellow robot clinging to his form.
Sideswipe flipped in mid-air, intent on returning the favor and to ram into the concrete, using the other as a cushion.
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Sunstreaker felt a moment of vicious glee as the reverberation of shifting metal crawled up his arms. The miss-clocked glitch was finally responding! Things were about to get interesting.
Just as he was about to make a grab for a momentarily revealed main power cable, the fragging Con flashed those blasted lights! It was an instinctive reaction to protect his face.
The disorienting lights forced him into a one-handed grip on the Con, and traveling at well above the posted speed limit, that made for no balance at all.
Their precarious position in the air wobbled, and Sunstreaker landed hard on the road surface with a pained growl as his back plating crunched against pavement.
Then they were rolling and crashing over the, sparks flying as metal collided and scraped over poured concrete. All around them cars screeched as far out of the way as possible, some people stopping right where they were to just stare as two giant robots rolled along the highway.
Sunstreaker clung as tightly as he could to the Con, grimacing with each impact. He was going t be days in repair getting all of this taken care of. Barricade was going to pay, and pay hard for every single dent and scratch.
That was his last thought before they crashed into the median, the concrete wall fairly exploding under the force of their dual impact.
With a pained groan, Sunstreaker forced open his optics and shook his head, trying to clear it. He was flat on his back, pinned over what was left of the median by Barricade.
"Get off me you bastard. You're gonna pay for this. HARD!"
It was hard to tell if he was bluffing or not, but Sunstreaker still needed a moment to clear his processor. Not everything was focusing quite well at the moment.
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He revered in the aftermath of the disorientation strobes' effect on the other mech, mouth curling up in an almost contemptious grin, as he found his body hurtling through the air uncontrollably. Distractedly avoiding the hand clinging like a death grip to his body, he almost laughed in victory as his opponent landed -hard- on his backpanels.
Aging concrete met re-inforced steel and cybertronium --and somewhere, the carbon filtered hood of some unlucky driver's vehicle -- as the materials greeted each other with violent embraces. The road barrier cracked and fought a winning battle against the yellow not!Viper, and Sideswipe jumped on the chance, and on the Autobot.
"Get off me you bastard. You're gonna pay for this. HARD!"
"No--you--are--going--to-pay--for--this,--Sun--streak--er!!" Sideswipe ennuciated each syllable home with a fist to Sunstreaker's form.
Sunstreaker unfortunately didn't get that moment he needed before a heavy fist began to connect repeatedly with his head and body. The fist also seemed to be backed by a voice that sounded strangely like Sideswipe's. Was he hurt that badly that he was hallucinating Barricade sounding like his twin?
Turning his face to the side to make it less of a target, the Viper reached up towards the not!Mustang's head, clapping one hand on either side of it and digging his thumbs in deeply, pressing until he finally connected with his opponent's optics. Sunstreaker cursed viciously as the other mech grunted with pain, batting at his arms in an attempt to get away.
Hooking one leg around the other's, Sunstreaker made a monumental effort to roll them over. Barricade's frame was heavy, and he didn't have the best leverage, but he managed it. "Barricade" squirmed uncomfortably beneath Sunstreaker's from, bucking and thrashing in a volatile attempt to gain the upper hand.
Now perched on top of the black Decepticon, the Autobot grinned fiercely and pulled his thumbs away from the visual sensors to pick up one of the chunks of concrete from the destroyed median. Hefting it one large hand, he seized Barricade's throat with the other.
"I'm going to cave in that cratered excuse for a face of yours," he bellowed, overcome with battlerage, and brought the rock crashing towards his enemy's face.
Slag,slagslag!! Sideswipe could see it coming, and there was nothing he could do but watch in gear-wrenching horror as Sunstreaker swung. Vocalizers rendered useless by the metallic fingers clasped around his throat, Sideswipe agressively brought piledrivers to reality, raising both of them to certain mechanisms where Sunstreaker's legs met his torso, and began pounding away.
The first hit didn't register as anything more than a frame freezing tingle that shot through every circuit board and wire bundle in Sunstreaker's body. The second hit, less than a second from the original brought the pain with it. The hand on Barricade's throat tightened convulsively, while the hand holding the chunk of median crushed what it was holding, sending a rain of fine powder and rocks raining down onto the black mech's face and helm, just adding more minor dents to the overall collection.
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A low pained sound began to emanate from Sunstreaker's vocalizer, as his frame jarred with each impact. Struggling to maintain focus, he lifted his head to look at his opponent. The pain had snapped reality back into place and entirely diffused the anger that had been coursing through his emotional sub-routines. The optics that looked back at him out of a badly damaged faceplate weren't Decepticon crimson, but bright Autobot blue. And only one mech that he knew had piledrivers like that.
"Sides...you fragging bastardized...chunk of...pig-iron..." he wheezed, voice laden with pain and the world spinning dizzily around him. Falling forward to lean against the other mech, he let go of the throat column, but brought his other hand around to clang loudly off of his twin's helm before falling off to the side.
"You fragging idiot...shoulda said...something...I was gonna kill you."
Drawing a deep draught of air, and groaning slightly, his whole body still aching. One black hand groped around for another chunk of concrete, and tossed it at the Barricade look alike. "Soon as I can see straight, I'm slagging your worthless aft."
Vocalizer fans wheezing and whirling as fresh air coursed though Sideswipe's main cooling system, he let out the transformer equivalent of a cough and nudged Sunstreaker's legs, which were still straddled around his middle. "G'off me, Sunny!" he demanded, but made no actual effort to push his twin. "And I did say something, you're just too much of an aft-shaft to listen!"
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"This is Sheila Stanton with Channel 62 News bringing a breaking story. According to numerous 9-1-1 calls, there is a huge pile up happening as we speak on Highway 51 just outside of Tranquility. Reports are suggesting that the pile up was caused by two huge robots wrestling with each other? That can't be true. Kip, our Eye in the Sky is on his way over there now in the chopper. Kip, do you have any confimation of these reports?"
The scene changed to an aerial view of Highway 51 covered in several crunched cars and huge chunks of concrete scattered over both sides of the highway, and the sound of chopper blades whirring could be heard in the background.
Speaking loudly over the background noise, a young man's voice could be heard replying. "Well Sheila, if you're seeing what I'm seeing right now, and I don't doubt you are, all the reports are true. There are two gigantic robots brutally slugging it out with each other on the local freeway causing back-ups for miles as people are gathering to watch the match in droves. The yellow one looks to be taking quite a pounding! I think this may be related to the incident that occured downtown a little while back. Perhaps these guys are more of our large metal visitors from space!" He sounded way too excited about that prospect all told.
Sheila can be heard laughing a little nervously. "Have there been any injuries that you know of?"
"Well, you can see the collateral damage for yourself. This is going to take months to repair. However, the authorities seem to be arriving in due time. There's our first officer now." The camera pans down the highway and zooms in on a lone police car, that looks quite like a Nissan Skyline, speeding towards the scene. "Although, that doesn't look like one of our boys, now does it? Not the same kind of car at all. And here come the emergency vehicles! This should be sorted out and cleared up by morning. We'll keep running film and reporting anything new as it happens."
The camera pans away from the Nissan and back over to the titanic robots struggling with each other, only to have Kip chime in like an excited child getting to commentate a professional wrestling match. The scene cuts back to the studio with a slightly distressed looking Sheila. "Well, that's all we have for now. We'll keep you posted with any new developments in the situation, and information on when the highway will be open again to traffic. This is Sheila Stanton, Channel 62 News."
And the camera cuts out.
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Prowl engaged his loud-speaker and spoke in as commanding a voice as possible: “Attention citizens of Tranquility! Thank you for participating in tonight’s climax scene for our new movie based on the ever-popular toys “Rock’em Sock’em Robots”. There has been a slight mishap however, the props have been damaged, and are leaking a very harmful form of radiation. Please vacate the premises immediately. Our technicians will be attending to the problem immediately.” He set a sub-routine to continue to loop the section about harmful radiation and vacating the premises.
He opened the back doors and 2 haz-mat-clad human forms exited; they promptly began walking on the two mechs, getting to work.
Prowl knew that the twins had not received his previous transmissions; they must have damaged their comms somehow. Thankfully, Transformers audio receptors had much wider wavelength reception. They could easily hear things that no human or even dogs could even hear. Prowl used one of these high frequencies to contact the now-motionless twins.
“Do NOT move! This is Prowl. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, you will remain motionless until I order you otherwise! I will only give you the signal after all the humans have vacated the premises.”
Then Prowl remembered Grimlock. There was no way he could easily cover for Grimlock at the same time if he started professing his lordship over things. He would not be as obedient as the twins. Quickly, Prowl opened a comm-channel to the Dinobot Leader.
“Grimlock, there has bee a change of plans, Decepticons are going to cut off our return to base. I need you to make sure the road is clear for us to return. There may be many of them, but only attack if you are fired upon, otherwise you won’t know it’s a Decepticon!” Prowl hoped that would do to hold the Dinobot back for some time.
By now, most of the human spectators had left, not wanting to risk their health. Unfortunately, there were still some curious enough to stay. Prowl moved as close as he could to the motionless twins and placed himself between the by-standers and the mechs. He changed his warnings a bit: “These props are leaking a harmful radiation which may cause blindness and infertility. Please vacate the premises immediately!” With that, Prowl changed his red siren light to a low-power Infra-red frequency, enough to make the humans’ eyes uncomfortable. He thought that should be enough to make the worry about their fertility and leave. Thankfully, he was correct, within another 5 minutes, the highway was deserted.
“Ratchet, you are NOT going to like this…”
“Alright you two bumbling idiots, can you transform?” Prowl demanded in a none-too -friendly tone, as the two “technicians” vanished into thin air.
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...Him Prowl tell me Grimlock orders. Me Grimlock take orders from nobody but me Grimlockself! ... ...But... him say many Decepticons there. That make it more better, but me Grimlock still want to be one that fight them twins to slag. Or him Prowl. But more especially Optimus Prime. 'cause ME GRIMLOCK much more great leader than him Optimus!!
Hmm, lot of Decepticons hide on highway! Him Prowl right! Them Decepticons try stealth, but me Grimlock see them lie! Wait for them Decepticons attack first, give them gooder chance against Leader of Dinobots..
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Them take time too long. Me Grimlock already finish giant donut when wait. Look like mini giant donuts on stupid, slow Decepticons.... Me Grimlock hope them not slag tasting.
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Optics wavering slightly from damage (courtesy of Sunstreaker), the not!Saleen powered them down, not wanting to inflict anymore damage on the overheated circuits.
"Please use a frequency out of range of the human auditory organs, I would like to be as discreet as possible. The situation is already far from ideal. We do not need anymore human attention."
At that Prowl noticed an unnatural glimmer in the distance. Even in his alt-form, Prowl was capable of magnified vision, from inside his windows. He noticed a couple humans, one was waving at a large, round, horned animal, while the otehr was clearly spying on him through primitive magnifying lenses. Prowl turned his holo-driver to face the onlooker and he quickly scurried away. "Thank goodness I kept my holo-driver out," he thought to himself, "I don't think he realizes what I am. I guess I won't be transforming until we get back to base, it's still too dangerous at this point."
Turning his attention back to Sideswipe, "Very well, don't strain anything you'll only damage yourself more at this point. Sunstreaker, get your transmission into gear and get off Sideswipe! I want to be on our way in 300 astroseconds!"
"Slag you, Sides," was all Sunstreaker replied with, his own voice still colored with pain. Something was definitely out of whack down below. Given the fact that he'd just been nailed by Sideswipe's pile drivers, he wasn't really surprised by the fact.
Raising one hand and waving it at Prowl's nattering to let the 2CO know he'd been acknowledged, Sunstreaker tried to lever himself up off of Sideswipe. The mech got about half-way there before something moved wrong inside, and the world fuzzed dramatically as his optics tried to focus. There was a dull pounding in the back of his head, which was only exacerbated by the fact that he simply toppled over onto his side.
"Yeah well, your wants are about to be affected by a little reality. I don't think I can walk on my own. Something's wrong with my servos, or my gyro, or something. And my head really slagging hurts..."
Still complaining, the not!Viper put his hands against the ground to try and lever himself up once more. The result was still the same. Sunstreaker got himself up to one knee, wobbled, and promptly fell onto his side again.
"Great...there goes another fragging dent!" He was angry and hurting, this was how he dealth with it, by complaining. Beside Sunstreaker, Sideswipe lay still as well, idly alternating listening to Prowl's persistent nagging and his twin's repeated failed attempts at getting up.
The situation irked Prowl, enough for it to show in his voice, which was a rare occurance. "Fine, forget standing up, can you at least transform? At least that way I can tow you two back." He doubted they'd be able to, but it was worth asking again, since he never got an answer. Perhaps he could get Grimlock to pick them up, but the dinobot would likely not debase himself that way. He knew Ratchet was over-extended, so it would do him no good to enlist his aid. Ironhide was also injured, and Bumblebee was too small.
Prowl could not see a quick solution to this situation, he simply did not have the resources to move the two incapacitated mechs back to base. His helplessness irked him more than anything the twins could have done. "What to do..." Deep in thought, he didn't notice the slightest sound of a very distant helicopter approaching.
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With help from Prowl she managed to get Sunstreaker and Sideswipe Placed on the net. Careful to lay them down in a wat that wouldn't futher aggrivate their injuies.Once they were proprly set to go Elita turned and smiled at Prowl.
"Thank you for you help Prowl once agian you prove to be invalubale. Please go back to base and tell the others i'll be haveing the humans drop us off 5 miles north of their location as i assume you don't what it known were it is just yet and that i'll need some one to help me drag these sorry excuses for slag back for reapirs."
She then grabbed the chain that had lowered her down, signaled the human soliders and had them lifted up and away.
all the while she'd opened a private channel to the twins she'd made sure they could hear and was giveing them the Lecture of their lives.
"You slag headed bit brained peices of molten waste! What kind of chips are you useing in those usless CPU's DORITOS?! I cannot believe you two not only did you risk exsposeing all of us to the humans you put many lives in a great amout of peril. Primus! Is there anything between those audios of yours at all? Did everything Prowl teach you go in one audio and out the other? Not only did you completly ignore protocol you've made it more difficult for us to rescue Wheeljack! Poor Ratchet is being run into the ground with all the work he's been doing for Jazz and now you dim-sparks give him MORE work? I have half a mind to simply have him put you two in stasis until he's good and READY to reapir you. all things considerd that could be a very long time! So you half-clocked little knock-off's had better hope that we're ALL in an improved mood when we get back to base."
((OOC: Well hows that? Prowl gave me the name of the copter we're useing, it's pretty bad ass go wiki it. Also i love that Transformers insult site.))
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