Onslaught looked up from his reading of a data-pad, hearing a sharp clank clatter sound from somewhere above his head. Narrowing optics under his visor, he turned - lowering his head - and looked to their vent opening, the covering only on by a few small latches. Having heard one of the cassettes crawl over earlier, he doubted they turned back. So it had to be someone else. He glanced down to Vortex, who swung himself around, hips swinging side-to-side, head bobbing around, as he danced to some form of "Earth music". Though honestly, it just sounded like screaming and humans banging against random objects to him. But Vortex liked it, Brawl too, wasn't his place to tell them what to like and what not to like.
That's like telling Swindle not to sell Megatron's cannon should he ever managed to get his hands on it. It would go completely ignored. Or you might get shot for it.
Though he momentarily thought of trying anyhow, because quite frankly...Vortex can't dance. At all. And had nearly broken quite a few objects in the room. And had nearly fallen on him more than once from stumbling over his own feet. But it wasn't until he started singing that Onslaught really thought about it, covering his audios.
"You're toxic I'm slippin' under~" Vortex swung his hep to the right, swinging his head to the opposite.
"Taste of a poison paradise!" He swung each to the opposite of before, stepping to the side as he did, grin visible for he had knocked his own mask off when running into a wall earlier. It nearly took up his entire face, as he stepped side to side, back and forth, swinging his hips and head, flailing his arms, singing and dancing.
Onslaught didn't have it in him to stop him, he just looked too happy.
Well, until the cover to their shaft abruptly clattered to the floor, and Swindle fell right after it, letting out a startled cry before crashing right into Vortex, both hit the floor with a sickening clang that likely echoed the corridors. Onslaught visibly flinched away from it, before relaxing and looking over at the two. He tilted his head ever so slightly to the right. "You two still online?" He knew the answer, he would had panicked if he held any suspicion that either were hurt. Both knew that, and as a reply both groaned.
Vortex sat up, stood up, and dragged Swindle up, hoisting him up from under his arms and thrusting him at arms length towards Onslaught, grinning like a mad man. "Look Ons'!" Onslaught blinked at him, though it appeared hidden behind his visor. "Ain't it cute!" He drew Swindle into him, hugging the dazed smaller mech. "Can I keep him?" He swayed back and forth, like a sparkling would when cuddling a teddy. Onslaught bit his lip, holding back a snicker when Swindle went to make a protest, only to make a squeaking sound as Vortex tightened his grip.
"Squeaky toy!" Vortex cackled, Swindle backhanded him in his unmasked face. "Ow!" Vortex dropped Swindle in favor of grasping his nose. Swindle managed to land on his feet, and straightened himself, dusting himself off. He looked around, reaching and grabbing Vortex's mask and slapping it onto the mechs face, locking it manually before turning to Onslaught. "I'm borrowing him." Was all he spoke to the Gestalt leader before grabbing Vortex by the arm, dragging him to the door, shoving him out once it opened, and shoved the Copter down the hall.
Onslaught stared for a moment, shrugged, and got back to reading.
"Where're we goin'?" Vortex asked in a muffled voice, hands over his now-masked face. Swindle smiled. "To see Astrotrain! I need him to take me somewhere. Blast Off refused." Vortex hummed, Swindle continued to shove him along. He made the smaller mech work for it back leaning back slightly and not making a job of walking. "And I'm involved...why?" He tilted his head slightly to look at Swindle. "Because I need a shield." Swindle stated, plain simple and true.
Vortex hummed again, nodding.
He paused, planting his feet on the floor and forcing Swindle to walk into him from the sudden stop in motion. "Wait, what? Why do I have to play shield?" He turned to face his smaller brother. "Blast Off's bigger! He would have made a better shield! Or Onslaught, Brawl! Why me?" Swindle paused, thinking it over. He shrugged. "Because you love me and Onslaught wouldn't let me go, Brawl would want to pick a fight, and Blast Off pretty much ignores me?" Vortex sputtered indignantly for a few seconds, waving an accusing finger at Swindle.
"You owe me." He huffed, slouching his shoulders as his brothers face hadn't wavered the least bit. Swindle smiled, hugging his brother before forcing him to walk. "You know you love me." He smirked as he ushered his brother alone. Vortex huffed. "Unconditionally apparently. Considering I'm going to have to play "shield" for you from Astrotrain. You should consider yourself lucky."
They started on their way, until Vortex paused mid-step, causing Swindle to walk into him. "Ow." "Where is Astrotrain, anyway?" Vortex looked over his shoulder at Swindle, who paused his whispered swearing of a possible broken nose, and tilted his head in thought. After a moment, Swindle drew a look that led on that he had the answer, he inhaled a deep breath as he spoke; "I don't know." Vortex slumped his shoulders, and glared at his younger Gestalt brother.
Swindle just grinned, shrugged, and took a step back from his brother. "We could ask Ons?" He suggested, with a hopeless shrug. Vortex mentally groaned.
"Back to our room, then!" He pointed over Swindle's head down the hall they had just come from. Swindle mock-saluted and turned, marching back to their room with Vortex in tow.
Authors Note: This chapter is kinda lame, sorry about that. I wrote it a while back with an idea, but I had to take some time off, and the chapter went unfinished that day. I kind of forgot what was supposed to happen, so I wrapped it up quickly to get to the next chapter. Sorry again, next chapter will be better hopefully!
Disclaimer: Transformers does not belong to me, nor do any of it's Characters.