Fuzzy: Fuzzy here bringing an all new story to the table in joint with my good friend and co-writer D3C39T1CON! ^0^ This is my first shot at anything non-soul eater, but me and my pal have been planning this story and its characters out for some time. Now without any further a do I give you "The Gold Standard."
"OY! Drogg you old rust bucket you long time no see!"A rough craggy voice booms out as Drogg a white heavy class Autobot veteran fresh out of retirement comes cruising up the street toward a large dark colored ex-bot with large helicopter blades on his back. He is leaned against the wall of a Cybertronian building waiting for the visit of his old friend and comrade in battle Drogg. "Aye Deathchop, been awhile hasn't it?"
The large copter mech nods as Drogg alternates to his robotic form a dark gray around his chin where it has rusted slightly and a silver colored left replacement arm that he gained after being damaged in the war. "It has indeed, I hear you got a couple of young bots training under you now… I almost feel sorry for the poor saps."
"Oh and you believe yourself to be a better mentor than me?" Deathchop's laughter booms at Drogg's defensive comment, "Think I can do better?... Oh I KNOW I can. I already got a couple of students under my blades as it is. They are a fine pair and are stellar cycles ahead of where your pathetic students will ever be!... I don't know what possessed you to take in Cybertrons worst pair… Goldstreak and Dropcannon, are you defective?!"
The old white bot raises an eyebrow at his old friends insulting words and tone, "If I remember correctly you and I weren't too different at their age. We definitely got into our own fair share of trouble… and I that never changed until Alpha Trion started mentoring us. We were the scum of the galaxy, but we turned out alright now then didn't we?"
He nods in agreement and smiles, "One of us did perhaps… the other I'm not so sure. But even so… these boys may be similar to the two of us at the prime of our youth back when we were fresh off the assembly line, but your not cut out to be a mentor… these boys are gonna crash and burn! I ought to show you my boys Retrospect and ShiftStick some time. Now that is a fine pair of machines… they were hated back when I picked them up… one for being to smart for his own good and getting himself into trouble because of it… and the other was sneaky and always up to no good. After just a cycle under my care they have already become great enough to be accepted into a faction… they got both the bots and cons after them for joining… seems to me ShiftStick is leaning toward the cons… but Retro?... Nah he knows better than that… he knows there's no right or wrong here. He knows that no matter who wins the war its all gonna go to hell. But he isn't just gonna abandon his partner neither; he plans to stick with em till the end."
Drogg opens his mouth to say something when two small vehicles zoom by spraying him with a thick sludge from the street. One of them is a small gold colored round pod like vehicle while the other is a slightly more bulky silver and black box shaped hover car.
"Damnit Dropcannon! You and Goldstreak will scrub the armory for a cycle for this!"
He continues to yell at them waving his fist angrily at them as they drive off. Deathchop snickers his arms crossed, "Oh yes only the finest most respectful students are under yer care. Nothin at all like those two riff-raff." Drogg just grumbles angrily to himself driving out to punish his unruly students.
~One cycle later~
"That sure was fun wasn't it Goldie?" The large black and silver colored slightly bulky proto-form chuckles leaning against the armory wall playing with his buffer, "That old bucket head Drogg looked like he was about to pop a gasket… it was great!"
"Hehe sure was… though I could've gone with out the punishment. I mean all we did was splash the old man." Goldstreak a shiny gold colored proto-form is bent over scrubbing at a scuff mark on the floor of the armory. "If we're gonna get in trouble like this it might as well be over something big…"
The larger of the two sits up smiling wide, "I GOT IT!" he stands up dropping the buffer tapping his chin as if in deep thought, "We can get back at him for this… Drogg got direct access to the main vault where the scientists keep their chem. equipment. I'll just get a picture of the old mans key card and you can make a duplicate… From there we just go in, replace a few labels, and BOOM we got a chemical explosion that burn some of that old mans anger away! That'll show him."
The short gold bot sits for awhile thinking, 'Well… what if someone else gets in it before Drogg?"
Dropcannon waves his hand as if to brush it aside, "Don't worry bout it the chem. freaks are out for a stellar cycle and Drogg has gotta mix his stuff again tomorrow anyways."
Goldstreak shrugs finally getting out the scuff and lets out a sigh of relief, "Alright… lets do it."
~Just after they have their supplies together~
"You got the keycard done Goldie?"
"Yup, here it is." He hands the card off to Dropcannon and they sneak off to the vault.
He slides the key into the slot and it spits it back out as the doors slide open silently as the two slip in undetected by the sensors. Once inside they start removing the labels on the chemical vials and placing them on other bottles.
"Alright Goldie, that should do it… lets get out of here…" Goldstreak turns to leave and accidentally knocks over a few of the bottles that crash on the ground loudly as the liquids dribble together.
"Oh scrap…" The chemicals burn together on contact and explode in blue flames throwing Goldstreak and Dropcannon out of the vault where they skid to a stop at the feet of Drogg. "You boys are in so much trouble…"
Fuzzy: OH YA ALMOST FORGOT! D3C39T1CON and I do not own Transformers just the OC's ^0^ don't forget to review oh lovely viewers of mine!