Hello! Now, we are at a big moment for me as a writer here: my first battle scene! *jumps up and down and claps in anticipation* so, will this be successful? I have no idea! However, I have read quite a few battle scenes, so I'm hoping that I will do a good job…
A big thankyou to Shadowhaseo, Prototron MJ Tornada, Witch08 and Sideslip for reviewing! And now, as promised, you all get your TF!
(Hands Ratchet over to Sideslip, no questions asked, [just give them back in working condition, and please, avoid giving them back any more traumatised then they already are!])
Now, on with the fic!
WARNING: violence (duh) angst, or at least pain, and lots of human swearing, hence the rating bump. Main swearing starts and ends at **.
Lock gun, pop up, shoot, duck down, reload, repeat.
The sounds of battle surrounded Prowl, the minibots battle cry's, the screams of the wounded, roars of defiance, screeching sounds as metal was twisted and bent, the screaming of the Seekers engines.
Yet another battle, over a super weapon that probably wouldn't even work, more deaths, another time of fear, wondering if those you care about will come back alive, a time of senseless destruction.
Just like before, everything is a blur, everything could go wrong.
Prowl hated it.
It reminded him to much of the attack on his home when he still lived with his creators, when he lived in Tyger Pax, the first city to be attacked.
The first definite sign the council was corrupted, or at the very least stupid, the whole war could've been avoided if they had caved then, the demands of the rebels were simple, they just wanted better energon, better living conditions, better pay, and a better life for their families.
When Tyger Pax was attacked, most of the city was destroyed, and almost half of the inhabitants killed or wounded, something that should've signalled that the rebels were serious about their demands.
A shot exploded next to Prowl. Biting back a curse, he moved from his hiding place onto the battle field.
There was a growl behind him, and, sensing the movement with his doorwings, Prowl turned, and dodged the shot fired at him.
The Decepticon growled, and shot at him again, Prowl dodging again, before he finally was able to shoot, his acid pellets tearing through the amour, and penetrating the spark chamber.
The Decepticon fell dead at his feet.
Prowl sighed, and leapt over the fallen Decepticon, racing into the battle. All around him, he could see Deception warriors falling, clutching various parts of their body's as the fell.
Or falling without a sound, their optics grey and sightless, falling, as the humans said, like sacks of potatoes.
Most certainly the work of Bluestreak, that bot could hit a sparrow's wing first shot from three hills away, as the humans saying went.
Despite the knowledge that they chose their path, Prowl still felt guilty as each one of them fell, he hated to see anyone fall, regardless of what side they were on.
Suddenly, he heard a cry of pain, a very familiar one to.
He turned to see Jazz fall, energon flowing from his side as a Decepticon stood above him, weapon raised.
Prowl froze for a second, before running to Jazz, shooting from his gun, determined that this time wouldn't be like the last.
That this time, he wasn't going to lose his friend.
Unbidden, the memory began to play over in the back of his processor.
"Flare-Up!" the Decepticon was standing over her, gun to her spark, about to pull the trigger.
Flare-Up turned her head, and screamed out her message.
"Run, Prowl! Run for your life! I'll be Ok, just get out of here!" the Decepticon growled at her, before turning his gaze to a terrified Prowl.
"So, you're the infamous Prowl eh? Hmp, this'll be easier than I thought"
"Let her go!" Prowl quavered, voice trembling.
"If you come over here, then I will"
"Don't trust him! He's lying, he'll offline me anyway!"
"At least this way you have a chance!" Prowl shrieked back.
"Hurry up Autobot, Megatron wants to meet you" the con growled.
"No! Prowl, stay back!" with that, Flare-Up punched the Decepticon in the groin, while simultaneously injecting him with something in the other hand making him stumble back a few paces, giving her enough time to hop up, grab Prowl, and race for the safe house.
"You know, you really should've just stayed where you were" growled the Decepticon, as he grabbed his gun, and shot at the fleeing pair.
"FLARE-UP!" Prowl screamed, as she was shot in the back, and fell.
"Prowl, run"
"No! I won't leave you!"
"You're so much like you're creator. Please Prowl, run, for me, please"
"I'll take you with me"
"No you won't Prowl"
"Why not?"
"I'll be dead by then"
"NO! no, you won't, Ratchet will fix you!"
"Prowl, please, you only have a bit longer until the paralyser I injected into him wears off, please, save yourself"
"I won't leave you" Prowl wept, grabbing Flare-Up.
"Prowl" Prowl looked into the eyes of Flare-Up. "Prowl, listen to me, I'm going to die soon, please, grant me this last wish: run, save yourself, please, let me offline knowing that you are safe, promise me Prowl, promise!"
Sniffling, Prowl promised.
"Good" breathed Flare-Up a look of content on her face. "Good" with that, Flare-Up took her last breath, and died.
Prowl ran towards the safe house, and just before entering, looked back at the destruction, and saw the Decepticon charge.
Taking on last look at Flare-Up body, Prowl jumped into the safe house.
Prowl had survived. Flare-Up hadn't.
Prowl made sure that wouldn't happen again, he lost Flare-Up, his best friend on Cybertron, and he wasn't going to lose Jazz.
"Get away from him!" Prowl roared, kicking the Decepticon back, standing protectively in front of Jazz, doorwings raised aggressively.
And then he saw the Decepticons face.
"No" he whispered "No, it can't be! You off lined, I saw you…"
The Deception smirked at Prowl.
"Hello Prowl, long time" no see eh?"
"You…you…"
"May I just say Prowl, I do like those frame changes, and they suit you"
"You murderer!"
The Decepticon shrugged.
"She ran. I keep my promises, and I seem to remember promising that I wouldn't kill her, if you came with me"
"You still killed her"
"Must I repeat myself, Prowl? The deal was, you come with me, and I don't kill you or the femme, but she retaliated, so I shot her, she made her choice"
"You MONSTER!"
"Surely you can come up with something other than the clichéd lines Prowl?"
"Can you stop being an egotistical slag head Knockout?"
The red mech rolled his optics.
"Like I haven't heard that one before Prowl"
"Ok, try this one on for size then bitch! : kiss my ass you cock-sucking son-of-a-bitch douchebag!"
Knockout blinked in surprise, and looked them up on the internet.
Needless to say, he was mildly pissed.
"Now Prowl, my orders are still the same, come with me, and I promise I won't kill the Autobot"
Prowl hissed and clenched his fist, his doorwings rising.
"Like how you said you wouldn't kill Flare-Up?"
"Like I said, I keep my promises, and I promised not to kill her, she's the one who made me shoot"
Knockout following words rang in Prowls audios, and he was filled with a rage he hadn't thought he possessed.
"And anyway, I loved her frame too much; she would've made an excellent berth warmer"
"YOU COCK-SUCKING DICK-LIKING SON OF A BITCH! I'M GONNA RIP YOUR SPIKE OFF AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS! HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT HER THAT WAY! YOU FUCK HEAD!" screamed Prowl, and he launched himself at Knockout, screaming insults at the mech who killed her closest friend, not including Jazz.
Now you see, Knockout had been attacked by angry bots many a time, but at the sight of Prowls anger, well he knew he had two options: stay and Fight, and be severely injured, best case, or run and survive.
He chose run.
Unfortunately for him, Prowl had other ideas.
"GET BACK HERE YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" he screamed racing after him, shooting, missing him entirely, but hitting other Decepticons "GET BACK HERE SO I CAN SHOW YOU WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH THOSE FUCKED-UP ORDERS OF YOUR'S YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING COCK-SUCKING TINY DICK DOUCHE!"
"SAVE ME!" screamed Knockout running like the unmaker himself was after him.
Everyone had stopped fighting now, watching dumbstruck at the pair.
"I had no idea Prowl could swear like that" said Ratchet
"I wonder if he learnt it off you" mused Ironhide.
"So, I is anyone gonna go after him?" asked Skywarp chuckling.
"I sure as pit aint, this is payback" said Hook.
"Decepticons! New orders: sit back and watch Knockout, and learn"
With that, Megatron pulled a cube of rust sticks out of his subspace, and began to munch on them as he watched Knockout get chased by an enraged Prowl.
"I had no idea that Prowl even knew those words!" exclaimed Thundercracker in surprise.
"If we are supposed to be learning insults, this is the easiest lesson ever" chuckled Starscream.
"OOH!" all the spectators flinched, Prowl had just hit Knockout in the crotch with his acid bullets.
"I HOPE THAT HURT YOU FUCKER!" Prowl roared.
Knockout was too scared to stop running.
"Uncle! Uncle!" he screamed, hoping to end the torture before it even began.
"NOT A CHANCE!"
"Frag!"
Prowl decided that he had had enough of chasing Knockout, and threw his gun aside, and fly tackled him with a yell.
"YIPPY KIA MOTHER FUCKER!" he yelled as he tackled Knockout down.
"Ah! My paintjob!"
"Is going to be seriously fucked up by the time I'm done!"
Prowl then began to mercilessly punch him everywhere he could land his fists.
Including the crotch.
Knockout screamed so high, he put Starscream to shame.
"Well, we all know who's going to be singing soprano for a week then!" laughed Sideswipe, making a mental note, as well as everyone who was watching, to never, ever piss Prowl off that bad, ever.
Prowl then wrenched Knockout up off the ground, and spun him around before letting him go, similar to the way an Olympic athlete would do the Hammer Throw.
Knockout soared several meters, before landing in the gap that had formed around his landing spot, before he was, none to gently at that, thrown back to a waiting Prowl.
"Thanks" he said, grinning evilly, before continuing his pounding.
It continued on for five more minutes in a similar fashion, before prowl, clearly tiering, sent Knockout flying with a spinning kick, landing him in the mud.
"Arck"
Prowl sauntered up, and grabbed his helm, lifting it up and slamming it back on the ground, Indianna Jones style.
The reaction was that of winces, flinches, encouraging whistles and yells, and just plain amazement.
Prowl leaned forward, and before slamming the barley consciousness. Knockouts helm back on the ground whispered in his Audio.
"This is for Flare-Up" and slammed his helm on the ground.
"This is for Jazz" slam helm on ground.
"This is for all those you off lined" he was in a rhythm now, and Knockout was wishing for unconsciousness.
"This is for my creators" this time he slammed his helm down so hard, it made a hole in the ground.
"And this one's for me" he hissed, shoving his helm down so hard, this time he left an indent of Knockouts face in the dirt.
And, much to Knockouts relief, he finally was able to sink into unconsciousness.
"Well Prime, as much fun as it is beating you up, Knockout is too valuable to leave, and I doubt Hook can fix him here, so we need to save this battle for another time. And tell Prowl if he wants more force behind his punches, he needs to punch a bit more with his back and shoulder" with that, Megatron sauntered away, gesturing for someone to pick up Knockout and bring him back to base.
"What just happened?" asked Jazz, whom had been unconsciousness for the whole time.
"In a nutshell, Prowl showed us why we must never piss him off bad if we value our sanity" informed a smirking Sunstreaker "And he was so good, we forgive him for using our battle cry"
"What, yippy kia mother fucker?"
"That"
And so, Prowls systems then began to scream at him to recharge, and he fell to his knees, panting.
"Prowl, after giving a beating like that, recharge is the best thing for ya. Don't fight it"
"Jazz…" he panted, optics flickering.
"Is alright, ya saved his aft. Now, recharge!"
Prowl lost the battle, and fell into recharge.
"Now, let's go back to base" said a slightly confused, but very ,much amused Optimus.
"Someone, take Prowl back to base"
"I'll do it prime" said Ironhide grabbing Prowl and walking back to base, as everyone, except for Jazz as he was taking a ride in Ratchet, drove back to base, unaware that Prowl wasn't quite asleep yet.
Prowl gave a moan, and tried to get up, but Ironhide firmly, yet gently, pushed Prowl back.
"No Prowl, your too tired, recharge, you're gonna be alright"
This whole situation was reminding him of the times he would do the exact same thing to PP, she had been a stubborn little glitch when she had wanted to.
Prowl murmured something, and finally fell into recharge, right in Ironhides arms.
And if his hearing was a bit more sensitive, he would of heard what Prowl had muttered.
And been in for the shock of his life.
So, did I do o with the kinda-but-not-really fight? I know I actually enjoyed writing this, Prowl pwn is something I've been longing to write for ages.
Also, all ideas and suggestions for anything, what the secret is, anything, send them in! I live with a bunch of little kids whose idea of something hilarious is calling someone, or just yelling in general, smelly mesh-head, so it takes a lot to make me think an idea is weird.
And another big thankyou to Shadowhaseo, Prototron MJ Tornada, Witch08 and Sideslip for reviewing!
Review, and you will get two weeks of no duty if you're an Autobot, or a punching bag of your choice if you're a Decepticon (If you say prowl, he will be grudgingly handed over)
And if you don't review, you will be replaced with some shooting-range drones, and I heard Megatons fusion cannon has gotten an upgrade…