"Pit spawned fragger."
The wall behind him buckled as he was pinned up against him, the form of his frame most likely now there as some sort of mold. This amused Soundwave somehow, to see his creation being beaten like this all because he wanted to see him transform into his animalistic alt mode. What an aft. However, Aquajet tried not to show that he was pissed by all of this slag and drama; instead, he tried to piss the other bot more, and scuff him up some. More slag for Soundwave to fix, Aquajet had told him self as he pulled his legs up and kicked the other mech hard in the abdomen, sending him to the ground with a pained shout. He was sure Soundwave got these mechs to do these things to him, to start this slag and. The slim mech fell to the ground with a thud, his aft instantly hurting from the impact. However, he ignored it, instantly leaping to his peds as the other stumbled to his peds, an arm around where Aquajet had kicked him.
"You think yer a tough little fragger, don't cha?" the mech asked with a snarl. "I'll show you tough, you fragger."
"Bring it," Aquajet smirked, trying his best to look amused with the lack of patience and outsized amount of hatred towards him.
It's not like they could break anything else around here; although the rec room was empty, save a few mechs watching the fight - and most likely betting who would win and who would be offlined - the room was totally and utterly destroyed. Surely, someone was going to pay for all this. And AJ knew that it wasn't going to be the other guy. With the roar, the mech lunged at him, Aquajet barely having time to get into a defensive position as he did so. He was lucky that he didn't need time; in mid air, the mech was suddenly slammed to the ground by a large fist, crying out in pain as his hit hard on his back strut. Aquajet couldn't help but flinch.
"Enough," roared a deep, grumbling voice, ruby optics looking down at the mech whom their owner had just so easily taken down in one hit. "Think you had 'bout 'nough a' yar fighting, ya fragger. Ruinin' the rec room! Primus knows ol' Meagtron'll have ahre helms if we d'stroy it. 'D rather keep mah sanctuary, thank you."
Aquajet squinted at the new mech who had practically saved his aft; wasn't he the one from the other night, who nearly beat his aft for running into him in the hall? It looked like him, however the hall was too dim to take anything in. The mech on the floor groaned, and flinched as if he were trying to get up, however seemed unable to. Aquajet had to admit that he wouldn't be able to move much after a move like that; he could see cracks sprouting out from the floor around where the mech lay. The other mech instantly shot his gaze to a few who where watching everything play out, and gave them some sort of gesture. Two seemed displeased by the motion, however stepped forward and took the mech on the floor - one grabbing his legs, the other his shoulders - and lifted him up, heading out of the rec room and most likely to the med bay. After watching the duo take the mech out, and everyone else either scurrying out or going back to regular business, the new mech instantly looked to Aquajet; the youngling startled a little, barely realizing that he was still in his defensive position.
"Pick yer battles next time, kid," spat the older bot, snarling as he turned in his direction; Aquajet silently took a small step back, barely twitching out of his defensive position as he stared back at the other mech with unmoving optics. "Ya kin get yerself killed doin' slag like tha', an' ah'm sure no one's gunna miss ya when yer gone, either, much less clean up yer entrails when yer layin' there on the floor in crumpled mess." Aquajet's nose merely crinkled at what the mech was saying.
"Says you," the light colored bot merely retorted, now standing erect. "What'd you know anyway?" The mech again snarled, giving him a hated look.
"Yew should respect yer elders," pointed out the mech, before deciding to leave the conversation be, turning away from the youngling and heading out of the rec room, obviously not wanting to try anything.
Not like Aquajet cared much for the other mech, nor did he call to him to thank him for saving his aft; he would probably get his aft kicked anyway for the next word he said to him, he felt it in his gut. Not like he was afraid of the mech; no, he just didn't want to be limping to the med bay like he was for any more reasons. Hook didn't like fixing more than he should, the youngling quickly learned after being unable to have Mindfreak fix any wounds that he had.
I think that my goal is to just make Aquajet an ass, but oh well. That's what makes him fun.