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: Springer, Broadside, Twin Twist and Roadbuster's designs are now up in my dA account (ajremix.deviant)!25. Exhausted Wreckers
"The enemy advances, we retreat; the enemy camps, we harass; the enemy tires, we attack; the enemy retreats, we pursue."
-Mao Tse-Tung
Rounds whizzed by him going both ways and he took a running slide, tumbling into a trench in a breathless whump. Dental plating ground together, hissing at the pain running through his leg. "Roadbuster!" He called out a little hoarsely, vocalizer abused from all the yelling he'd been doing. "Sitrep!"
"Got another squad of 'cons coming up from the south-side," the larger 'bot said, ducking down as he spoke, cursing under his breath at the dirt that jammed up his rifle. "Small- probably no more than six, but they're bringing heavy artillery! At least one cannon and two fliers, both look strong enough to take a lot of damage- grounders just as heavily armed and armored! Probably get in range in half a cycle!" Roadbuster switched out his magazine and went back to shooting. "Sandstorm and Twin Twist have the north sector secured- seems like the Decepticons up their way are slowing down for the night! Broadside went to back up the line just south-east of here and Whirl was called for a casevac!" He paused to eye Springer for a moment. "And you're leaking all over the slagging place."
"Thanks. Didn't notice." He looked around- Roadbuster was lighting up the berm, Scoop scrunched up small, grabbing a few precious kliks of recharge and Topspin was already moving over to patch up the jagged hole in Springer's leg- went right through one of his thrusters and hurt like a glitch. He winced but didn't move as the blue and white cleaned and patched it enough to keep fighting. "Hey, Doc," he was still trying to get the air flow through his systems at a regular interval, "how you holding up?"
"Been better." Though he was still grinning, Topspin's expression was haggard and worn thin. "On the other hand, I've been a lot worse, too." They all have.
Grunting, Springer took a grenade in his hand, pulled out the safety and tossed it far into the berm. Everyone ducked their heads, but Roadbuster kept his rifle up and firing and Springer twisted up on one knee and let his own rounds go down range. The suns were going down and the firing didn't halt, but it did slow. Roadbuster confirmed that the north sector was secured and troops were being directed southward. Twin Twist was sent to the rear to transport much needed supplies along with Whirl while Sandstorm took control of the bunker. From the south came the rhythmic vibrations of heavy artillery and Topspin volunteered to head down, shoot what he could, patch up what he couldn't. Scoop came back online at the first thrum of the shell- a full recharge was alien to the Wreckers, even when they didn't have to worry about sneak attacks –and decided to go with him.
It was full dark by the time a message came up from the south saying the line was strong enough that the Decepticons wouldn't be able to break through without an entire fleet. Springer didn't believe it- he knew far too well how easily the battle could turn even with an insignificant seeming action –but he trusted his Wreckers to do what they did best: stand strong when anyone else would crumble. A hand came to his elbow somewhere in the dark and Springer shot a glance at Roadbuster who was down to his last two rifles.
"Recharge." His voice was low and gruff but Springer could hear it over the high notes of the firefight. "I got you covered." Springer wanted to object but he could feel his reserves slipping from him. Roadbuster's visor flashed with dry humor. "I'll wake you if anything interesting happens."
"Feh." But the green triplechange twisted until he was slouched in the trench, rifle clutched against his chest, torn leg stretched in front of him. "Don't go winning this battle without me." He added before shuttering his optics and falling into a state just short of unconscious.
JML - IDW Ratchet's got plenty of backbone, just hasn't had the chance to throw stuff at the injured yet XD
FloofWolfe - Beach is one of my favorite ones, really, and having Topspin rant was fun
Hellsfirescythe - My thoughts are the Wreckers are fairly self-sustained, but for anything requiring a specialist (such as, say, determining what kind of potential chemical weapon one may be dealing with) you should go to a specialist. And thank you, I like to rock out!
VAwitch - I can't actually remember who my brother and I had as kids. I just recall that they were tinys and we broke them lots. I think one of them was a Conehead...