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Author: VectorSigma3441
Rating: T
Edit: Dividers and some changed and corrected text. Working on making this longer.
Naughty
Distantly, bombs and gunfire sounded along with an occasional sonic boom. Two mechs stood vigilant among the night stars, one red and one yellow. The glowing red of the burning city illuminated their dull and scratched armor. Both were shifting and constantly surveying their surroundings with an acquired brand of suspicion.
The yellow mech who was peering off into the distance as if he could see something, hissed in anger, attracting the attention of the red one.
"What I wouldn't give for all of that smoke and dust to be blowing this way to cover our position." he growled out, tense as a coiled spring, "You're sure this is the right place Sideswipe?" He asked sparing the other a quick glance.
"Yeah, Blaster was absolutely-for-sure-right that this was the spot," he glanced around himself as if to reassure, "But If they actually do show up, I'm probably going to end up shooting them with how nervous I am." He took aim with his rifle when a small chunk of steel fell free from a building and landed with a clatter. Both of them didn't move.
"Slag, if that wasn't enough," Sideswipe muttered again.
"Quit babbling," the yellow one cast an angry glance at Sideswipe.
"Sorry Sunstreaker," he muttered sheepishly, "Just my lack of energon." Sideswipe didn't mention the wounds on his shoulder. Energon fell with a steady pitter patter.
They waited in silence for awhile more when suddenly the sounds of footsteps were almost on top of them.
Both quickly ducked down and Sunstreaker motioned left and then right with his hands. He watched as Sideswipe headed left and then he carefully extracted himself and headed right, along the pile of scrap. He rounded the corner and kneeled down and slowly looked above over the edge. His fuel pump skipped when he was almost looking at the foot of a seeker, quickly looking up to his head he saw that the seeker was looking away from him and towards Sideswipe's position.
Something loud fell directly in front of the Decepticon, and the seeker started taking cautious steps forward. Sunstreaker glanced around him and picked up a long solid metal pipe, and prepared to strike.
He sprang out from behind just as Sideswipe let out a mighty battle cry, confused, the Decepticon never saw the person in front of him until it was too late.
Sunstreaker rushed him from behind and ran his spark through with the pole. The Decepticon turned halfway with a look of bewilderment on him faceplates.
The yellow warrior reached around and ripped out the Decepticon's vocalizer before he could scream out and twisted the pole upwards. Energy briefly spiked, making his fingers tingle. The seekers eyes blinked out and went limp. Sunstreaker lowered him to the ground gently.
"Sideswipe," he called out. The red mech labored getting up the small pile of garbage, he really was worn out.
"Nice," was the only comment Sideswipe could muster. With a feral gleam in his optics, Sunstreaker just grunted and pulled out a laser knife out of subspace.
He grabbed the Decepticons' neck and cut the main fuel line and capped the flow with the end of his finger.
"Here," he motioned for Sideswipe. The red warrior giggled, "That's just naughty Sunstreaker," He gratefully accepted the vein and began to drink.
"War isn't all black and white, Sideswipe," he said chidingly.
"No," Sideswipe said looking up, energon dribbling down the corners of his mouth, "It's red and gold."