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: Happens right before the Dynobots' run-in with Shockwave mentioned in Spotlight: Shockwave.
11. Jealous Wreckers
"Envy can be a positive motivator. Let it inspire you to work harder for what you want."
-Robert Bringle
"The DYNOBOTS??"
Springer, despite not liking it any better than the rest of his team, hid his disappointment every bit like they weren't. "Yes."
"But… aw, c'mon!" Twin Twist- as he tended to when unacceptable orders came down from on high –was acting as the spokes-complainer for the rest of the team. "They don't have the right kinda finesse for that mission!"
"Prime's made his call," and Springer already tried to change his mind, "and he's already got us assigned for another mission."
"Yeah. Playing mail courier." A loud, abrasive voice with a condescending tone that could only fit one group of 'bots said. As one the Wreckers turned narrowed, unamused optics on the Dynobots. "You shouldn't have to worry too much about it, though," Swoop continued with an overjoyed grin on his face, "they probably packed it in lots of fluff for you."
Twin Twist turned back to Springer. "Seriously. Sending those clod-footed hotheads is just going to be setting of an explosion they'll be able to see all the way at Iacon."
"Unless that's Prime's plan." Topspin crossed his arms, flashing a dangerous smile at the Dynobots. "Have them go in presumably after the energon cache but in actuality they're supposed to use it to blow up the Decepticon outpost."
"They probably wouldn't even be able to pull that off." Roadbuster muttered.
It wasn't that the two teams didn't like each other. Oh no- they held a vast amount of respect for one another. They just fought over the riskiest, most dangerous missions available in some 'alpha team' competition. If Transformers had a term for 'testosterone flood' its definition would be 'Having the Dynobots and the Wreckers in the same room'.
"Oh, what's that I hear?" Asked the flier with a hand up to his audio. "Do I hear the lingering bitterness of someone that needed their aft pulled out from Polyhex?" The Wreckers simmered, the Dynobots snickered.
"Swoop," a deep voice boomed over them, "don't laugh at weaklings. Makes them feel inadequate." With the broad frame of Grimlock now behind them, the Dynobot's ruthless smiles grew that much more.
"Weaklings?" Scoop- average size by normal Autobot standards, small in regards to both present groups –marched up to Grimlock and stood defiantly- an impressive height about somewhere just above monstrous commander's waist. "Size means nothing when your cranial unit is so underused it's been on powersaver mode for twenty vorns!"
Suddenly a very large, very unhappy snarling visage of Slag filled Scoop's optics. "Are you calling us dumb, spare parts?" Slag, on top of being violently short-tempered, was also the Dynobots' science 'bot and didn't take kindly to insults on his intelligence.
Scoop- in pure Wreckers fashion –didn't back down in the face of someone that could flatten him with a palm. "You can process speech!" He exclaimed in mock surprise. "I guess I'm gonna have to owe Smokescreen a case of energon for getting that one over me."
"Be lucky you're so tiny, scraplet." The words were so venomous Scoop could almost feel the heat off them like Slag was firing off his flamethrower. "You're not even worth reassembling into a bore brush."
A large hand clamped down on Scoop's shoulder components and pushed him back slightly, replacing the smaller Wrecker with something larger, quieter and more imposing. Broadside towered over even Sludge and though size didn't intimidate the Dynobots there was something to be said about a 'bot that knew how to fill a room. And damn but Broadside could fill a room. Slag craned his head back and growled low in the back of his vocalizer and Broadside's optic visor narrowed. Behind Snarl the other Dynobots' joined the primal growling and loomed over the smaller Wreckers team. But they weren't the only ones not intimidated by size and the Wreckers spread shoulder to shoulder and squared their jaws, daring the other four to make any kind of move.
"Enough with the posturing." Springer snapped dryly. Then he turned to Grimlock with a dark, amused expression. "Alright then, Big Bot- Think your mouth component's big enough to stuff a wager in there?"
An optic ridge raised, the band of red optic visor studying Springer curiously. "Got something in mind?"
"Your little energon cake walk," he stressed, just to hear the four growls being directed his way, "is a lot closer than our pick up." And about twice as heavily guarded, but that was beside the point. "First group to return with their cargo gets their pick of the next high-risk missions. And picks the next mission the losers go on."
A wager and a competition? Both teams were fairly buzzing with anticipation. Grimlock's optics thinned in a way that Springer knew meant he was smiling long and cold and hungry. "Small Fly, you've just earned yourself an embarrassment." He held out a massive dark hand that Springer took to seal the bet. "We'll be back before you even reach your little assignment."
"Says the guy that's going to be leading a patrol duty for the next stellar cycle." With a motion, Springer had his Wreckers moving down the hall and to their ship. "See you when you get back."
