Getting Even
Post war Pranks 1
"Are you still holding a grudge?" Sideswipe joked, looking at his frustrated
Twin. Sunstreaker always seemed to get in these fowl moods whenever Raptor decided to visit Ultra Magnus. And once he started moping around, the slogger would make every mech around him, miserable for days!
Sunstreaker looked up from his paperwork and glared at his brother. "I am NOT holding a 'grudge', I just don't like the bitch!."
"Might as well get over it, wars over and they won!"
"That's not why I hate her, and you damn well know it!" The gleaming mech snorted.
Sideswipe shrugged. "Well, I'm over it, it's done and gone."
Sunstreaker flung his work down. "The bitch has to keep walking around, with that dull-ass, horrid military paint job! It's like she's digging in the fact that she's some kind of military dictator or something!"
"Hate to tell you this, but she kind've is. She is the Decepticons queen you know."
"Ya, but the bitch took Ultra Magnus for one of her mates – we're all supposed to be equals now!" Sunstreaker leaned back and slammed his feet up on his desk, making a very impressive metallic clang.
"THAT'S not what's really bothering you, is it?"
Whipping his feet off his desk, the yellow Mech slammed his fist into it. "No. If the bitch wants to be OUR queen too – then why does she insist on looking so damned – dull and military? She looks like she should be some low-ranking grunt on the front lines – not an Autobot queen!"
His brother's angst for high society appearance was very well-known, and Sideswipe had gotten used to his ranting and raving about any leader of theirs who had even a scratch on their paint job. So his unofficial duties had always been to keep the bright paint of their leaders in perfect condition. "So it's driving you nuts that she's never asked you to repaint her?"
"Ya, she just ain't respectable as our 'queen' the way she looks!" He puffed in disgust.
Sideswipe was getting one of his ideas, those ideas that most of his fellow autobots tended to dread. "Why don't we just repaint her while she's visiting?" He asked, keeping an innocent ring to his tone.
Sunstreaker glared at him like he was a fool. "Because she's still a 'con, and if she doesn't demand something – she doesn't want it!"
"But maybe she doesn't realize that she needs it?" Sideswipe snickered.
His brother eyed him suspiciously. "It's not like one of your jokes on a fellow Autobot – she's a decepticon and'll really drill us new tailpipes – or worse!"
"Naw, Ultra Magnus made the decepticon higher-ups promise not to do any major physical harm to any of us – remember? That's part of the Alliance doctrine!" Sideswipe snickered, figuring that would protect him.
"There's other things she could do to us.." Sunstreaker began.
A dismissive shrug. "Been there, done that.."
"You gotta point."
"Yep, so would THAT be worth it – to see our queen shine in bright colors?" Sideswipe snickered deviously.
Sunstreaker thought about it. Picturing what he could do with some good paint and wax on that seeker, the smug satisfaction of seeing her like that – might just make it worth it! He glanced over at his twin, mischievous grin lighting up his face, and nodded. "Would it be worth it to you?"
"I'll start working on our plan!" Sideswipe answered cheerily, and danced out the door.