"Okay," Perceptor announced, looking at the papers he held in his hand. "Here are the rules to the game . . ."
As the scientist rattled off the rules, each team gazed at each other. Autobots on one side, Decepticons and Predacons on the other. Why they were playing a Terran game, no one really knew for certain. They just knew that they were.
After Perceptor had read the rules, the two teams converged, both Primes and Megatrons conversing amongst themselves. Koji watched as each leader nodded then made their way to their teams. The tall Ironhide walked to the prisoner area while the Spychangers went to where the Autobot flag was contained. Then he glanced to the Decepticon/Predacon team as they pretty much followed the same suit as the Autobots.
"Me Grimlock say this be interesting game!"
"Me Swoop say understatement!"
The Dinobots started laughing as they settled in to watch. Koji just shook his head then settled in to watch as well. Interesting wasn't even the word to describe it.
'I just hope Optimus and the Autobots win,' he thought as he stretched himself out. 'That'd be embarrassing for them to lose, especially with two great leaders.'
Soon the bell rang for the game to begin . . .
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"Oh, man," Sunstreaker groaned as he limped into Repair Bay, Sideswipe and Jazz helping him in. "My paint job! I can't believe this! Pummeled by pipsqueaks!"
Ratchet glanced up in alarm.
"What happened?" he demanded as he rushed over to the three warriors. Sunstreaker just groaned more while Jazz and Sideswipe burst out laughing.
"Ignore him," Ironhide scoffed, following behind the trio. "He ain't hurt that bad."
"What happened?" Ratchet repeated, glancing at the older Mech.
"Oh, just a friendly little game of capture the flag in the simulator. That's all."