The Diego Diaries: Simmer Down. Or Up. We Can See Up. Or Down

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=0=The Game

They formed up swiftly and flew like in a formation like a spear head toward the floor and the teams. Before they could even reach them the entire group down there ran for it. Hustling to the tunnels, they rushed in, then looked out. Standing in the middle of the floor staring at them alone was the magnificent figure of Optimus Prime.

"OH FUCK ME!" -Prowl

"OH FUCK ME!" -Springer channeling his inner FIRST Mrs. OP

The group flew at Prime, then swerved off but not before Prime grabbed one of them in flight. It was such a difficult catch that the little slagger actually lifted Prime off the ground for a second before halting in the grip of a near phase six mechanism. His little engine revved filling the arena with noise before giving up the ghost.

His little figure transformed, then Prime threw him like a football toward a startled Springer who caught, then threw him into the tunnel like a baseball.

It was a multi-sport effort apparently.

He ran toward Prime then turned to him back-to-back as the suddenly infuriated squadron rounded the room, then gunned it back toward the two who braced themselves to be annihilated.

Drift who settled the kids behind a phalanx of mechs ran out the tunnel in time to see an armada of tiny jets slam into Optimus and Springer. Down they all went in a flurry of transformations and revved engines. Half of them flew onward as three were caught. Two of them were slagging Springer across the floor as Prime struggled with the immensely strong and fiercely biting little green slagger in his servos.

Prime bellowed as he was bit hard on the arm, dropping the micro mini who then transformed and flew upward in time to fall straight downward as a kid from Intermediate School Level 3 clocked him with a soda bottle. He hit the ground and came just this close to bursting into flames.

Two things happened then.

Jolt ran out to grab the mini and the University made a note to recruit the kid when he graduated Intermediate School to join their new baseball league as a pitcher, thereby entering into an intense recruiting competition with the several trade, tech and specialist schools who were part of the newly formed league that would start in the spring.

Those guys.

Win-win.

Except for the mini who was sitting in a box waiting for jail and the rest of his comrades who were still fucking around in the arena entertaining literally billions all over the Orion Arm.

=0=Up there

Prowl punched Ratchet who was gripping him in the chassis, then ran for the stairs. By the time he reached the floor he was ready to grab anything. He did. He got a mini-con jet in the gut and found himself flying backward past center court where Prime was getting pelted by slag the minis picked up from the floor as they hovered on their ped thrusters just out of reach. Springer had joined Prime in time to get the half pizza in the face that missed him the first time.

Prowl flew past them with a look of astonishment on his face over the ludicrousness of the moment and the surprising strength of the jet only to crash into the back wall at high speed. He felt his will to live flash before his optics as the little slagger flew upward with delight and drunken disregard for his own coming lynching.

Prowl sat there watching the birdies sing as Ratchet leaped off the railing, landed like Thor, then skippity-hoppitied toward Prowl. He barely ducked in time to miss a decapitation by Seeker-let and one of Prime's signature round house punches before reaching Prowl. He knelt, then held up his servo. "How many, Prowler?"

Prowl glanced up at him. "All of them. Forty."

Ratchet snickered, then sat down beside him. "Best show on Earth, Mars and the Orion Arm."

"When I can feel my fist, I'm going to punch you hard," Prowl said.

"That's my Prowler. Never change," Ratchet said as he watched a mini fly up to him, transform, then hover on his ped thrusters. "Tibit. What the frag. How's the family?"

"Really great, Ratch. That's my old gaffer up there," he said as he pointed upward toward a collection of antiques who were shaking their fists at their wayward great-great-great-great-great-grandkids who were tearing up the place. Alternating between typical mini-con pride, bravado and rage, they looked ready to peel their kids like a grape.

"Come sit with us. You can tell us what's happening here like a boss," Ratchet said as he patted the space next to him.

Tibit looked around, then settled. He walked over to sit beside Ratchet. "See that one? That's Baro. He's my mech."

"You bonded yet?" Ratchet asked ever nosy.

"No. I have a thing for tall femmes," Tibit said.

"Oh frag. You came to the right place," Ratchet said as he pulled out a data wafer with pictures on it. "Look at these. Pick one. She's yours."

Tibit who loved Ratchet who had all the elders ranting down at him as private patients and who was beginning to sober up took the data wafer, perused the images, then spent the remaining time out of jail discussing the virtues of Ratchet's daughters.

Prowl watched both of them with disgust.

The universe watched them with intense hilarity.

=0=Earth2

"What the hell."

Everyone glanced at Hamilton Brown.

"He caught that little shit with his bare hands. The little shit was in full flight and he caught him." Brown shook his head in disbelief. "That's the second time he did that."

"I remember. He caught a maniac who was bigger at a football game," Mariah Davis said.

Everyone nodded.

"I love this game," Steven 'Jamey' Jameson said. "Best game ever, whatever it is they're playing at any time."

Everyone nodded.

=0=Family Tower

"And that's why Megatron is never going to win. Prime is the best there ever is," James Hoyt said as he sat with the other kids watching the game in the big lounge with the family who didn't go to the game.

"Optimus Prime is the best," Sandy said.

Everyone agreed. Optimus Prime was the best.

=0=At the game in a tunnel

They watched the game tensely, two groups of kids in two different tunnels. They clutched their kits watching everyone in the arena, especially Prowl and Scar.

Scar was sitting up watching the mayhem but was slow rising from the slagging he got into the wall. At the moment sitting was the better part of valor.

Springer who was dumping a slagger into the jail box Jolt held noted that there were only two more not including Tibit who was chatting with Ratchet nearby. He ran for the one hovering in front of Sun beating that huge mech about the helm with a bucket he picked up from the bench. All of his teammates were watching Sun struggle without offering a hand, trying to reach the hovering slagger. It was amusing to watch him try to grab the little marauder without tearing something off his little body.

Springer had no such compunction. He grabbed the slagger by the ped, raised him over his helm, then slammed him on the floor with a clang. Carrying a groggy mech to the box to the thunderous applause of the crowd, he dropped him in. "STAY IN THERE, SLAGGER!"

He then walked to the mech with Ratchet and Prowl, a tiny force of nature who was grinning at him. "Do I have to plow you, Tibit, or are you going quietly."

"I'll follow Jolt, Boss," Tibit said as he rose. He grinned at Prowl and Ratchet, then walked off to go with the box filled with howling slaggers and Jolt.

"Boss?" Ratchet asked as he stood to help Prowl up.

"Yeah. He works in code breaking, the little slagger. We're going to talk tomorrow," Springer said with a grin. It was impossible to be mad for very long with minis and micros.

It was at that moment that two lines of kids ran out, half for Scar and half for Prowl.

"Better sit," Ratchet said as he pressed Prowl down to the floor again. "Here they come."

They were enveloped immediately and it included a serious featured human kid on a segway. The cavalry had arrived.

=0=In the broadcast booth

"Novel way to incapacitate a Seeker," Blaster said around his guffaws. "I'll have to remember to bang them on the ground. Well done, Springer."

"I like the pizza affect on his helm," Jazz said with a dazzling smile.

Revet sniffed with disgust.

=0=On the arena floor

The last of the slaggers were carted out and the place vacated but for the sidelines as a very fast moving Zamboni-like device being driven by a mini-con began to clear the floor to its glass-like finish. Security roving the stands kept more slag for appearing behind the Zamboni as it neared the ending of its orderly cleaning. When it rolled out it did so to a standing ovation of the crowd.

A huddle of the refs and team captains led to an ins by Polyhex from the Comet end zone. Everyone lined up, the ball was passed in and the intricate run around began. It also ended nearly immediately as everyone remembered that Prowl and Scar were being attended to by little kids. Everyone turned their optics that way.

Prowl was getting the once over, scanned out the wazoo, his arms moved this way and that, then they huddled, several Cybertronian and one human kid to figure out what was what.

Scar on the other hand was on his back getting the heavy duty reconn. He did so with a grin on his face. His own kids were SO going to join this group when they were old enough.

The kids returned to Prowl with Sil ready to give the diagnosis, prognosis and osmosis to both big mechs. "Commanders, we believe that Commander Prowl got shaken but should be alright to return to his seat to watch the game. We suggest that he take it easy for the rest of the orn and not lift anything heavy."

Both stared at Sil, then grinned.

Ratchet glanced at Prowl. "What a work and wonder these kids are. I, Ratchet with these servos create experiences for our kids, yay, verily."

Prowl stared at him almost too long before he glanced at the kids. "Thank you. You gave me good advice."

They beamed at them including Barrett, then waited until Prowl stood before hoofing it to the tunnel to thunderous applause before Scar rose himself. Those kids were feted off like kings and queens as well. Then the game began and everyone began to beat each other up once more.

There was no quarter given nor nickels or dimes. They punched, jumped, slammed, hip bumped and tripped each other up and down the court.

Then the siren blew.

So did a number of team player's tops. A huge mech from Polyhex punched Sun in the face and it was on. The teams glanced at each other, then began to file out. Sun and the Man Mountain Dean would be part of the half time show it would appear.

=0=Up in the Primal Box standing side-by-side with their arms folded over their chassis

"I think his edge is his power. Those punches are good but Lissie's are better," Ratchet was saying about the big fragger punching Sun.

Prowl nodded. "If he refined his technique he'd be much more formidable."

Sun and the big dude were going up and down the floor clobbering each other, laughing and dancing around each other to the utter manic delight of the crowd. The wailing of horns, the waving of banners and the flapping of denta created a mayhem avalanche of sound as the two beat the slag out of each other.

Then they stopped.

They slapped each other on the palm of the hand, then walked off together laughing and punching each other good naturedly as they did. They disappeared down the tunnel toward the locker rooms with the gratitude of the nation and several room keys from the Hotel Praxus skittering across the floor.

And it was only halftime. Comets, 0. Polyhex, 0.

=0=TBC 11-23-2022 11-25-2022

In my country tomorrow is Thanksgiving. You're supposed to get your family together, overeat, watch football and fight. Oh and give thanks fits in there somewhere. LOL! I wish you the very best day tomorrow and into the weekend. I am so thankful for all of you. Hugs and best wishes. Soon Ratchet and the Thanksgiving Dinnerâ„¢ will commence. :D:D:D

JackalKat: Chaos becomes them. LOL! I love writing them playing sports. HUGS!

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