Sorry for the wait, everyone! Heatstroke, Writer's Block, and other stuff were attacking me. Honestly! Plus, Blockade threw a tantrum on me. He's not related to Barricade, if that's what you're thinking. They're different!
Blockade: I'm not in this one! –pout-
Chapter ten: Camping part 2! Aka So they meet...
"Floodlight, you little twerp, where'd you go?!"
"He's not going to come back if you yell like that." Shift shook her head. Honestly, Quakeshot was as hard headed as her creator.
"Worth a shot, you know."
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"Turret?! Where are you?"
"You lost her?!" Ratchet slapped his forehead. Apparently, Turret had wandered off while he was practicing. "I'll find her. You…just blow things up."
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"Tag! You're it!"
"Hey! No fair! I tripped!"
Turret giggled. She had met up with Floodlight and started up a game of Tag. Apparently, both had had their insignias washed off or covered in mud, so they had no idea which side the other was on. Floodlight was It.
Turret ran from her playmate, laughing as he stumbled after her.
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"Slagitall! Should we call 'Cade? He might be able to track her…"
"He HATES him."
Quakeshot snorted. That stupid cop car was still sobbing over that little bratling, Turret. Apparently, so was Frenzy. Idiots…
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"Whoa!" Splash…
Floodlight had fallen in. Again.
He reappeared, shaking off all the mud and water. He wasn't quite clean…but it was enough for the insignia to show.
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"Turret! Turret! Where are you?"
Ratchet sighed. Where was the femme?
"Ratchet! Save me!" The femme jumped squealing onto his leg, while another youngling hot on her tail. "No fair! You said no jumping on things!" squealed the off-white sparkling. The medic looked confusedly at the new sparkling. "Turret?" Who the slag is this?"
"His name is Floodlight. He's fun!"
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So they meet! Yay! Sorry it's late!
Floodlight: -pokes Turret- You're it!