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"Yes" Prowl said, "reports say that the twins, Inferno, Red Alert are currently engaging Starscream. However, Red Alert is either injured or out of commission for he doesn't seem to be fighting…"
Prime, was about to dispense some leader wisdom when Ironhide grabbed him, turned him around and said, "We're going out their and blasting some 'Cons. End of story as the humans say."
Prime, despite being so much wiser and probably stronger, could only nod.
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Megatron was bored out of his great Evil skull. He really wanted a good fight, but he needed for the Autobots to start…
He sat up straight as a mech entered. "Sir, Starscream asks for help as he is currently being attacked by three Autobots at once."
Megatron considered his options, and gave up. Now was not the time to start planning, but for action. He couldn't toy with Starscream if he was destroyed, besides, he would like to take a look at what Starscream would fight for so strongly. "Everyone on the Nemesis, get ready to fight."
The small plateau on which the four were on was about to become a great battle field.
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Red Alert groaned, and turned off his auditory receptors, trying to seek relief from the constant screams of "Mine!"
"Mine!"
"Ours!"
"mine!"
"Please Primus-" He begged the sky. "Shut them up!"
He could still feel the screams through his thick plating, that's how sensitive his wires are.
And Primus seemed determined to make his day worse, because he can see the seekers shooting off towards them…
The Aerial bots come up from nowhere, as both sides eager for a fight collide.
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Ratchet shook his head. Out of all the mechs, Red Alert was the only one unharmed. Apparently the four main contestants had formed a circle around him, trying to destroy whoever came close.
So, Inferno now had the mark of Megatrons fusion cannon, along with Starscream.
Ratchet mused over the fact that the four, when being pulled off by their separate factions had sworn that they would meet each other once again, and that time fight to the death, he wondered if it was possible to ask Primus to take him now.
Battles were always horrible, but miraculously their had been no casualties, despite the fact that the entire crew from both factions had been fighting.
Red Alert looked at Ratchet. "What are we fighting about anyways?"
"I don't know. I plan on asking the twins and Inferno when they wake up however."
"Good luck. They refuse to tell me, even when I threatened them with some of the juiciest blackmail I have."
Ratchet's optic ridge quirked upward, but Red Alert had already stalked out as the only mech left to take care of the security.
Inferno mumbled softly from where he was recharging. "Go away… Starscream… Red's mine."
We were fighting over Red Alert? Ratchet thought, optics dazed. Out of all Autobots, we were fighting for…
His CPU refused to take in the data, and he blackened out. The last ironic thought was, So this is what Prowl must feel like every time is circuits overload.
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Megatron could only gape as Starscream muttered, "Stupid Inferno. I'll get him back. Just wit, I'll get Red Alert back."
The voice should have been threatening, but Starscream was murmuring it so softly it sounded more like a petulant child who had their favorite toy pulled away.
Megatron stumbled towards his own recharge booth thinking, We fought for a glitch?
His CPU didn't take it, and the earth shuddered as two mechs, one Decepticon, the other Autobot fell to the ground, overloaded, and unable to believe.
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Red Alert still had no clue what was going on. That much was evident when he screamed for the three to either 'Shut up or you'll never see the light of day again!'
It was unknown whether they shut up because of what he was saying, or the incredibly, amazing view he gave them as he bent over to pick up a fallen data pad.
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… Really short, I know. But someone in one of my reviews said it would be fun to see the entire Nemesis and Ark fighting for Red… So yeah. Zand Red is probably never going to get a clue, although if he did… I wouldn't be able to write that. I'm not that good. (sweatdrop)
Beware the power of the glitchy mech.