What's Wrong with a Little Destruction?
28 Wreckers
Taken from the 28Character meme that's been popping up every now and again. Done because, well, the Wreckers are awesome in any continuity.
Note: Quotes are from the poem Beowulf and translated by Seamus Heany. And, yes, Technobot Lightspeed is allergic to energon and most other fuels. According to the Marvel continuity lead sulfide (or galena) is an anti-allergen medicine. There are two kinds of lead sulfide: lead (II) sulfide (galena) which has one lead and one sulfide atom (PbS) and lead (IV) sulfide which has one lead and two sulfide atoms (PbS2). As I fail at chemistry, I'm doing some voodoo guessing and saying they don't work the same as medication.
9. Book-Reading Wreckers
"Creativity is a natural extension of our enthusiasm."
-Earl Nightingale
Springer and Roadbuster were seated at one of the tables in the mess hall, going over some new battle tactics. Nearby, buffing out every flat surface in the room, Sandstorm was speaking loudly as they discussed potential weaknesses.
"I like the basis of the formation," Springer said as he tapped the datapad, "but it'll leave both me and Whirl unprotected on our flanks. Even if Broadside and Sandstorm timed their passes perfectly- and you know how perfectly things go in battle –that leaves a lot of dead time for someone to fire in from the rear."
"And now the youth / was to enter the line of battle with his lord/ his first time to be tested as a fighter." Sandstorm groused out, fighting a particularly stubborn scuff on a table. "His spirit did not break and the ancestral blade / would keep its edge, as the dragon discovered / as soon as they came together in the combat."
Roadbuster's large green fingers tapped out a command, changing up the movement on the screen. "What if the two of you went into a Movement Four hover?"
"Hmm… if we did that, they'd have to come in at an oblique…" Springer rubbed at his chin thoughtfully. "Close maneuvers, but it should work."
"Sad at heart, addressing his companions," Sandstorm continued over their conversation, "Wiglaf spoke wise and fluent words/ 'I remember that time when mead was flowing/ how we pledged loyalty to our lord in the hall/ promised our ring-giver we would be worth our price'."
"We could go straight into a Delta Pattern or do a Switch Play from this point," Springer paused the simulated movement, "Broadside and Sandy would have to be quick on the turnaround, though. A counter attack at that angle and distance could be devastating."
"I hate it when you call me that." Sandstorm called out, as if to remind that- yes, despite the fact he was monologuing to himself –he was still in the room.
"That's not how the line goes, Sandy." Springer returned, not turning from the discussion at hand.
He growled, but held back any retort. "'-we would be worth our price/ make good the gift of the war-gear/ those swords and helmets, as and when / his need required it. / He picked us out / from the army deliberately, honored us and judged us / fit for this action, made me these lavish gifts-'"
"Ah, but you see here? At this point it would open you and Whirl to do a banking pass which would set up-"
"A Diving Run." A malicious smirk spread over the triplechanger's face. "Have I told you how much I love that wicked cranial unit of yours?"
Beneath the faceplate, Roadbuster grinned. "I get that impression every now and again."
"'-and all because he considered us the best / of his arms-bearing thanes. And now, although / he wanted this challenge to be one he'd face / by himself alone- the shepherd of our land/ a man unequalled in the quest for glory / now the day has come when he requires sound men-'"
"The line is 'now the day has come / when this lord we serve needs sound men'."
Sandstorm threw down the hand buffer. "Why in the primal source am I reciting this? You know the slagging poem like it's a mission file!"
Springer finally turned in his seat to regard the orange triplechanger. "You're doing it as punishment and it's a very good poem. You could do with some culture in your life."
"You're already making me buff out every microbe of surface in the mess hall- why am I being punished on top of that?"
"Oh well, unless you want me to go back and tell Jetfire you were the one that switched Lightspeed's PbS allergy medication with PbS2…"
Sandstorm groaned. "Aw, c'mon! How was I supposed to know he was allergic to energon?"
Springer and Roadbuster gave him a look.
"Okay, I already knew- but how was I supposed to know he'd react that badly?" The looks didn't dissipate and Sandstorm's shoulders sagged in defeat. "…'now the day has come / when this lord we serve needs sound men / to give him their support…'"
Zosocrowe - Haha, as I update four prompts at a time, you only missed it the first time around XD But yeeeees! More love for the Wreckers!
