Chapter 1 Stalemate
On the battlefield
'Go…go…go!" Ultra-Magnus yelled, taking cover behind a large piece of metal lodged in the ground.
He aimed his blaster at a nearby Decepticon and let out a barrage of bullets that tore right through his armor and went straight into his spark
:All clear. Warpath, Ironhide, check in:
:Warpath here:
:Ironhide here, permission to blow these 'Cons to pieces:
:Granted:
Command post Point Alpha
"Hey you two lazy afts get over here!"
Jazz and Cliffjumper look up from their conversation simultaneously to see a very pissed Ratchet standing at the doors to his medbay with a wrench pointed at them.
"If you're not doing anything better, which you're not, can I get some help with the wounded over here. I'm shorthanded as it is."
Jazz and Cliffjumper shared a look briefly.
:Should we?: Cliffjumper said hesitantly.
:Ah don' know 'bout ya, but Ah don' want ta be on the wrong side a that wrench:
:Good point:
Back on the battlefield
Ultra Magnus, Warpath, and Ironhide just finished clearing a room of cons and were picking through the remains for anything useful. Warpath kneeled down to a dead con and took his chaos rift combustor, bringing it closer to his optics to inspect it.
"Yah, now were talking." Warpath said, admiring his new equipped weapon. "Its low on ammo, but hey, guns are guns."
"Why are you so obsessed with the weapons you use?" Ironhide asked.
"Well the bigger the blaster the bigger the boom."
"That's not-"
"Ironhide, Warpath! Stop arguing you two, we have a war to fight" Ultra Magnus exclaimed.
Command post Point Alpha
"Thanks for the help" Ratchet said begrudgingly. The two pairs of extra hands had definitely come in handy.
"Don' mention it" Jazz said, "It's all in a day's wo-"
Before Jazz could finish what he was saying a con slipped out of the nearby shadows and shot him in the shoulder. The force of the shot knocked Jazz flat on the ground
"JAZZ!" Cliff screamed, running towards him
"Stop or Jazz gets it" the Con said pointing a scatter blaster at Jazz's head.
Cliffjumper stopped in his tracks and froze.
"Give me the codes to the Autobot defense network or Jazz gets a nice whole through his helm." the Con said.
"Now, now Dragstrip. Let's not be too hasty" Jazz muttered.
Cliffjumper looked at Jazz in surprise. "You know this nut?!"
"Long story Cliff, tell ya another time."
"Shut up!" Dragstrip growled, pressing the blaster even closer to Jazz's helm, "There isn't going to be 'another time' if I don't get those codes soon."
"Ok…ok" Ratchet glared menacingly at him, "The code is 569-736-"
BAM!
Dragstrip crumpled to the ground revealing Ultra-Magnus handling his trademark hammer behind him. A small smile lit his face as he bent down to the fallen Decepticon.
"Whole in one…" Jazz chuckled, getting up off the ground gingerly, in order to avoid straining his injured shoulder.
"Hey Ratch, now tha' Ah've helped you, how 'bout you help me a bit too. Ah think Ah could use it" Jazz said, hopping on to a nearby medical berth.
