Musical Meme
Note: Even though this music challenge said to do ten, this is the tenth chapter, and I don't think I've got a clear intention of stopping them, so plan on more coming your way.
Chapter X
Song:
'Let it Rock' – Kevin Rudolph feat. Lil' Wayne
Lyrical inspiration:
I see your dirty face hide behind your collar.
What is done in vain, truth is hard to swallow.
So you pray to God to justify the way
you live a lie, live a lie, live a lie.
And you take your time.
And you do your crime.
Well, you made your bed.
I'm in mine.
Because when I arrive,
I, I'll bring the fire.
What this is, forgot?
I must now remind you.
Let it rock.
Let it rock.
Let it rock.
The majority of the Autobot faction stood upon the ridge overlooking the field in front of their base, watching as the enemy Decepticon force advanced slowly in their direction. Despite the situation, the atmosphere surrounding the mechs on the ridge seemed calm, almost meditative as they watched.
"Slagging cons only lie to themselves when they think they can overcome us," Ironhide scoffed.
Ratchet nodded tersely in agreement, "I have little sympathy. They got themselves into that faction, now they have to deal with the consequences."
Ironhide nudged Ratchet in the shoulder as the advancing force reached the bottom of the ridge, "Let's rock."
The battle passed in a blur for Ironhide, as it usually did. He took down a number of enemy drones with ease, sustaining only minimal damage to himself in the process and the overall outlook of the battle was good. He heard Ratchet's buzz saw spinning wildly behind him as the CMO pursued Starscream. Sparing a glance in that direction, he watched as his bond-mate jumped Starscream in a flying leap just as the Decepticon was transforming, effectively pinning him to the dirt underneath Ratchet's extraordinarily heavy weight. He grinned crookedly in that direction for a moment before being forced to turn his attention back to the battle when a shot zipped passed his shoulder, missing his armor by mere inches.
He whipped around rapidly and snarled as Blackout advanced on him. The 'Con was too close to fire on in time and Ironhide knew he was stuck using hand-to-hand combat. Rather than retracting his cannon and using his fist, however, the weapons specialist launched himself forward with surprising speed for his size and rammed the end of the cannon into Blackout's chest. The massive Decepticon staggered backward, regaining his bearing before throwing himself back at Ironhide full force. The two met at high speed in a tangle of limbs and scraping metal. Blackout's chopper blades whirred dangerously, and Ironhide winced as he felt them cut shallowly into the armor on his chest. In a massive display of strength, he heaved the larger Decepticon off of him and sent him careening down the hill. Immediately jumping to his feet, Ironhide moved to take aim.
He discharged his plasma cannon rapidly at full power, catching Blackout's shoulder armor and his thigh, followed by two enormous shots to his chest. The first shot shattered the thick armor plating there and the second sent him immediately offline. The Decepticon fell over in a sparking, smoldering heap. Ironhide, even though he was dangerously low on energy from using his cannon so fervently, straightened his stance proudly and rolled massive shoulders back in a gesture that said "Oh, yeah. I'm bad."
Ratchet ambled up next to him moments later, favoring his left leg heavily. Ironhide noticed that his hip joint was sparking dangerously and leaking fluids all down the limb and he eyed the CMO in concern, opening his mouth to ask if he needed to call First Aid, but Ratchet waved him off impatiently. He leaned on the weapons specialist lightly as he said; "Nothing to worry over. I'll fix it with Aid's help as soon as the critically wounded are treated," Ratchet smirked, "Starscream got away, but he got slagged a lot worse anyway, and I see that Blackout did too."
Ironhide scoffed, jerking his head at the pile of metal that was Blackout, "Stupid slagheads got what they had coming."