Swindle was vaguely aware he was, in fact, being dragged across a large, silver-blue room. Blue, red, grey "furniture" covered the room, quite a bit of it appeared to have been tipped over. scratched up, dented even. He stumbled around after the cassette pulling him along, trying his best not to trip over the various objects littering the floor. Empty to half-empty Energon cubes, tools, parts, pieces of Autobot armor, a few low-grade weapons here and there, quite a few seemed to be taken half apart. And perhaps just only halfway pieced together.
Rumble - or was it Frenzy? - dragged him into room separate from the main, and suddenly Swindle, in all his half-awake glory, found himself quick squished between...something. A moment of snickering passed, from the cassette, and quite suddenly Swindle found himself being assaulted by something wet and cold. Letting out a distressed shriek, Swindle flailed and stumbled out of space - which, from what he could now make out, appeared to be a cassette sized wash rack. Rumble - or Frenzy? He couldn't tell the little monsters apart at the moment... - shook his blue digit at him. "Now Swin', 'Screamer said to give you a wash." He grinned, shoving the larger mech back towards the rack. "Now wash, before ah pile-drive ya into the floor and do it myself. And Frenzy can guarantee I'll do it. And that I'm not gentle." Swindle made a face at Rumble, but stepped under the cleanser again. Shivering as it pelted and soaked him down to the core.
He flicked at the subs beginning to form, and grabbed the cloth offered to him by Rumble, he proceeded to roughly scrub at the mess he currently was, and much to his horror, the cloth simply stuck to his arm, refusing to budge. "Oh, eww." Rumble grinned, fascinated. "Th' slag is that gook?" Gook. What an over-used word for this...gook. "Mutant, Mars worm guts." The Combaticon frowned, and attempted to pull the cloth off again, to no avail. "Slaggin' worms." Rumble suddenly brightened. "Oh yeah, heard about that from Laserbeak! Mech, I wasn't aware you could be such a bad-aft when ya want ta be!" Swindle tilted his head at the cassette. "I was pissed. And it ate Vortex. And I was pissed." Rumble grinned at how much emphasis the jeep put on the fact he was ticked.
His grin formed into a teasing smirk. "I heard you and Astrotrain are suddenly getting alone quite well." Swindle glared at him, flustered, but made no response as he - again - tried and failed to pull off the rag. Throwing his hands up in the air, the Combaticon 'argh-ed' and gave up. Standing under the cleanser and letting it get off as much as if could without the cloth. After that, he stomped out, covered from helm to pede in cleaner and suds. Rumble dimmed his optics slightly, smirking. "Whoo Swindle, what a show~" He teased, earning a glare, much to his glee. He turned and started towards the door. "C'mon! To Soundwave! He should know a way to git ya gook free again!" Swindle begrudgingly fallowed, leaving a trail of cleanser.
As they left the Wash room, and walked back into the living room, Swindle stared somewhat shocked, and amused at the figure of Soundwave on the couch. He sat there, legs spread out across the room, arms hanging off the back of the "sofa", and head dropped back, visor dimmed. He looked quite content in his current, sprawled position. It was...somewhat creepy to the Combaticon. Frenzy seemed slightly disturbed by it too, if his expression was any indication.
"Jeez, Soundwave, close your legs! We don't need that view, thank you." He made an expression of disgust, and went ignored by the dark-blue mech. Heck, if he didn't know better, he'd say the TIC spread his legs further. He decided not to think about that, so he glanced around the room instead. Nothing but clutter, did they even have a floor? "So yeah, Swindle has this alien worm gook stuck to him-" Frenzy lifted up Swindle's arm and pointed at the cloth with his free hand. "Any ideas on how ta get it off?" He tugged on the stubborn thing, but it barley budged. Soundwave tilted his head up, and stared down at them through his now brightly lit visor.
"...No." With that, he flopped his head back. Both Rumble and Swindle gave him a half-glare frown.
Rumble shrugged, grabbed Swindle, and dragged him off in yet another direction. "If ya need us we'll be in mine an' Frenzy's room!" Swindle made a sound of disapproval as he was dragged off, and shoved into another room. The new room - which housed Frenzy, sitting in one corner fiddling with a remote of some sort - was somewhat cleaner than the main room, but still littered with random scrap. The walls were covered in random splotched of paint of random colors, graffiti, random hanging pieces of armor or what looked to be painted-over photos. Frenzy spared them a brief glance, before fiddling with the remote again.
Rumble grinned; "Welcome to our room!" He pushed the Jeep in, and ran off to tackle Frenzy and steal the remote form his hand, much to the red-twins irritation. He tossed it into a steel box, and ran back over to Swindle, shutting the door and dragging the Combaticon over and showing him down on one of the near-floor level berths. He sat down without much struggle, and watched tiredly as the blue cassette ran off again, quickly opening and closing the door to disappear before Swindle could utter a word. Frenzy stared at him for a moment, before grinning.
"I gave Blitzwing a nice, hard, kick ta th' head for ya." Tat had the Combaticon grinning. "I owe ya one for that." Frenzy chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, how about this; what was it he shoved you up in there for, again?" He tilted his head at the golden bot, and Swindle grinned. "A data-pad, I don;t know what's on it, but it was important to him." Frenzy made a sound of acknowledgment. "So, did'ja give it back to 'im?" "Pit no!" Swindle flicked his wrist as he un-suspaced the datapad, materializing it in his hand. "Kept it for myself, swore to him I'd sell it." He twirled it around, and tossed it to the red cassette. "You can have it if you want, I doubt it's worth anything."
Catching it, Frenzy almost immediately activated it, and skimmed through. Swindle glanced to the door, awaiting Rumble would return. A moment of silence passed, and the door opened, revealing said cassette, holding a tray with three large cubes of mild-grade. He handed a cube to Swindle, smiling, and sat beside Frenzy, not bothering to offer the cube Frenzy snatched from the tray and scarfed down. "What'cha lookin' at?" The blue cassette inquired, staring curiously at the glowing data-pad. Frenzy shrugged, scrolling through it, after a moment, he shot forward, nearly gagging on his Energon as he started laughing. "Slag! It's a Journal!" The cassette cackled.
That earned curious stares from the two, who - after a moment to take in the information - jumped at the red cassette and huddled close enough to be able to see the information contained within the data-pad. Cybertronian glyphs, Swindle frowned slightly, he couldn't read them very well, not sense his reactivation here on Earth. They had changed slightly over the Melania he spent imprisoned. Though, it didn't matter, Frenzy seemed intent on reading out loud; "Today I watched Dirge struggle, trying to work up the courage to tell Ramjet off when the idiotic Cone-head let it be known he had intentions of going after Skywarp. Apparently, from what the cone-head told me, Ramjet has a little competition going on with the Seeker, though I was spared the details, Skywarp is winning. Ramjet is pissed about it. And wants to just shoot the Seeker. And plans to drag the rest of his team down with him-" Rumble grumbled. "Boooring. Find something juicy to read!" Earning a mild glare from his twin, Frenzy skimmed down the page.
"Today I watched Astrotrain fallow Starscream around like a - as the humans say - "lost puppy". He seemed intent on getting some info from the SIC, but Starscream was less than willing to give it to him. It was slightly depressing how desperate he was for the Seeker's attention." Frenzy made a face, and switched the page, Rumble tilted his head, but said nothing. Swindle could care less, he figured, as he began to fade back into the realm of half-consciousness. Rumble frowned at him. "Drink first. Starscream said wash, feed, bed." He shoved the cube in the Jeep's hand up to his face, and the Combaticon tilted the cube and gulped down a large potion.
Rumble flinched, and it took a second for Swindle to realize why. "Owww..." Groaning, he grabbed his head as the concentrated Energy fueled his systems, and hit his processor hard. "Oooh, my head." He rubbed it, and Rumble made a face. "Dude, I just realized something." He glanced up at the cassette. "What?" A grin spread over both faces, which were now equally focused on him. "Yer helm..." Frenzy started. "It's PINK!" Rumble cackled, poking said helm. Swindle frowned at him, and he chuckled. "Sorry." Frenzy elbowed his twin. "Want us to paint it black?" Swindle stared at them, frowning. "I was told we were out of black paint." The twins grinned.
"They are. We aren't." "Yes or no?"
Swindle frowned, and shook his head slightly. "Sure..." Rumble grabbed him by the head and jerked him forward, making it so his forehead was against the cassettes chest-plate. Frenz', get th' paint!" The red cassette was gone and back before Swindle could shutter and optic. "This will be cold." Was all he got before a wet, cold substance was poured over the back of his helm, he jerked, but Rumble held him down as Frenzy spread the paint across. "We'll be done in a second, sit still!" "Unless you want me to mess up, 'cause this stuff is kinda permanent!"
Swindle forced himself as stiffly still as possible, and didn't dare to move a muscle.
Primus his head hurt...
Authors Notes:: Yee! Sorry this took so long! I was honestly quite muse dead on this story, but alas, I did not give up on it! Eventually the muse came back! As it is now! I would try to get two up - I still might - but right now I am tired. Hope you enjoy, reviews are love! Please tell me if you notice any mistakes.
Disclaimer:: Transformers does not belong to me, nor do it's Characters.