The Diego Diaries: Callo (411 dd8)
=0=At the game
They lined up, the defense of the Comets led by Ultra Magnus against the brawny players who were evenly matched on the other side. The ball was tossed to the Polyhexagon Center, then they ran like the wind. Magnus stood near their goal deflecting shots while the forwards of Polyhex and the defense of Crater beat each other up one side and down the other.
Standing in the tunnels nearby in shots lovingly made by the roving cameras, the Watch/Medic kids followed the game with intensity. They were huddled together with big mechs who were there to protect them and have their 'assistance' and 'vigilance' for 'whatever happened'.
They were adorable.
Echo still sat on the bench holding Prime's servo 'until you get to go back into the game, Lord Optimus. I read that empathy can help someone who's hurt get better faster', she'd said with her big guileless blue optics and utter cuteness.
Prime had grinned. "That is very kind of you, Echo. I feel better already' he'd said.
She smiled like the sun.
The camera caught every moment of it as well.
Standing in the Primal viewing box, Prowl alternated between his binoculars, giving Ratchet the stink optic and sending the odd suggestion to Prime about the game. The onslaught of advice really took off when he was in the game but it was steady even when he wasn't.
Prowl didn't known bupkis about anything that didn't require bazookas and air support but it was extremely amusing to Prime who filed the suggestions away to compare to the actual films of the games he reviewed to make them a better team for the next game. Prowl was cute but he never got it right.
Fortunately as a soldier he was without peer.
The game swirled, the Polyhex offensive stalled and Blackjack stole the ball before being slagged out of bounds.
The ball was back with the Comets.
Prime stood, patted Echo's cheek, then watched her walk back to the tunnel where she was enveloped by her peers. He grinned, then walked out to the floor to take his place.
Blackjack gave him the ball, everyone set and was windmilling around before Prime just chucked it though the basket from the end zone of his own team.
Score.
The place caught on fire as Comet fans gave the Prime their love. Polyhex fans including a dour looking Springer gave a few other things such as fingers, beer cans, half eaten sandwiches and a copy of the Chronicles of Primus. It took a moment to clean things up, yell at the crowd who yelled back, then move on. The Chronicles would be taken up to Lauren who would receive it with a grin.
The Polyhex offense who almost didn't get to sit down rose, walked onto the floor, glared at Crater, then set for the jump ball and didn't get it.
Magnus who was inspired by the shot made by Optimus made his own. He caught the ball, then chucked it through the hoop from the half court line. They used to compete with these kind of shots as kids and it was coming back with gusto to both.
He glanced at the dumbfounded Polyhexagon team with his usual cool and dangerous charisma before a monster truck planted a fist in his face. Magnus stopped in his tracks, noted the bells and whistles that only he could hear, then turned on the mech almost by reflex. They began to trade slag immediately.
"Oh crap," referee 1 said.
"Yeah. Get the mop and bucket again," referee 2 said.
Meanwhile …
"Look at those two," Andre Boudin said as he marveled at Magnus and the big mech who weren't pulling punches at mid court. "How in the name of all that's holy can anyone expect to survive encounters with beings like that?"
"No one," Rick Harris said as his sister nodded. He glanced at his father who was watching them with the look he always had when he was dissecting a problem toward understanding it. He sat back with a grin to watch.
Back at the slag-a-thon …
They didn't give an inch, neither of them as the crowd watched enthralled. Then two monster trucks rose in the crowd, walked to the edge of the railing, climbed it, then jumped off. They fell like two meteors and landed on the ground cracking the floor under them. Grinning like the good natured goobers that they were, they began to walk toward the slag-a-thon themselves.
"What the living frag?" Prowl said as he scoped in his binoculars even more. "Who are those guys?"
Those guys were the monster truck's brother and cousin. He was a mech who had Stanix family though he and his brother weren't raised in that point of view. His cousin was and had, he was drunk enough to have all his clan buttons pushed so he and the other guy, the truck's actual brother were coming to the 'rescue'.
Sitting nearby with her court all around her, the Empress of Stanix watched with a growing sense of doom as the son of one of her queens and the brother of his relation walked out to do battle.
This wasn't going to end well.
Up topside Ratchet watched with a growing sense of the chaos potential about to erupt. He glanced at Prowl who was half leaning over the side with his binoculars trying to scope out a clue perhaps. "You want I should go and climb one of them? Its likely that those guys," he said pointing to a howling pack of drunk mini-con and micro mini-con Seeker-lets, "might take a strafing run at me in this get up."
Prowl glanced at Ratchet with a wary optic. "You stay put. That's an order."
Ratchet laughed, then leaned over to watch the show below. It was very clear that two huge mechs were heading toward an unsuspecting Magnus who had his hands full with one.
Rising slowly nearby, Maelstrom watched the two making their way toward Magnus. He liked Magnus a lot, the two of them having a lot in common. Maelstrom like busting helms, Magnus did with a reason. Maelstrom like to fight, Magnus did if there was a point to it. Both of them liked Chromia.
See? Brothers.
He began to make his second trek of the night onto the court.
=0=In the tunnels
Springer and Drift watched two tanks drop over the side and make a trek toward Magnus and another massive mech. They began to step forward when Maelstrom made his move.
"Oh, frag," Springer said. "This is going to hurt."
"I think so," Drift said as he pointed to the nose bleed seats across the way.
Tiny Seekers were revving up and then several took off from their seats transforming in the air. Others struggled to find room to join them. The roar was(n't) (as) deafening as (normal sized Seekers) they loudly flew straight outward, three of them, then hit the sportscaster's box 120 feet overhead to fall straight downward toward the floor.
=0=Sportscaster's booth 120 feet over the court
"Oh frag," Jazz said with a big grin. "Look at that. Get ready to get plowed," he said as three tiny airplanes flew straight at them, hit the glass window and fell straight downward.
Prime who had anticipated the move along with Sun and Jack ran forward and managed to catch them before they committed suicide by floor. Tossing them to the refs and the Watch who were pouring out of the tunnels nearby, they stood where they were looking up as more and more tiny Seekers began to fly out of their seating area. It looked like a disturbed hornets nest.
Very tiny hornets.
=0=Booth
"What the hell," Colin Forest said with shock and surprise. "Those little shits could have killed themselves!"
Jazz and Blaster laughed loudly.
"They could have. Prime and Ironhide's uncles caught them. What they need now is a big butterfly net," Blaster said with a howling laugh.
"Or a big can of Raid," Jazz said.
=0=Flying Circus
Springer got off the horn with Rainmaker who was on his way to the Arena to settle the little slagger's hash. Until then he was on his own and billions upon billions all over this part of the Orion Arm were watching the usual inept futility of the Watch to handle the nightmare antics of a ballsy little frame.
They buzzed the floor halting the slagfest and downing all of the players including everyone but the cousin of the two brothers. He was standing on the center line swatting the little fraggers out of the air. He was 2 for 0, an altogether better score than the Polyhexagons could claim. They would ask him to play for them in the next season draft and he would with his two cousins included.
Sometimes bigger is better.
Prime knelt on the floor as drunk planes dive bombed everyone. Their laughter and exuberant joyous cursing echoed everywhere. Some flew up into the stands where they were grabbed out of the air by irate normal sized Seekers fearing their reputation as a frame would never recover, then were pulled down for a pummeling out of sight of the crowd.
Others flew until they 'ran out of gas', I.e passed out and slid to a glide on the floor. They were then kicked off the court by irate refs and line judges to be swept up by the maintenance crew into the waiting embrace of the Watch.
By the time they were down to their last three, Rainmaker and his sons had arrived. Someone handed him a microphone, he took it and said, "Stop", then the three did. They fell all the way to the floor in obedience. It was a dull thud from a fall of ten feet, thus ending the latest saga of the Flying Flew(zies).
They were rounded up, boxed and carted out to a standing ovation.
Of the mini and micro-minis present.
Then the refs took over as Rainmaker made his way to the Primal Box to commiserate with Prowl and the Gorilla with him. He grinned all the way there.
=0=REFS!
"ALL OF YOU OFF THE FLOOR! NOT YOU MAGNUS AND WHATS YOUR NAME! KEEP FIGHTING UNTIL YOU'RE DONE! YOU'RE DONE!? OKAY! GET THE FRAG OFF THE FLOOR!"
By then the crowd decided to weigh in and make their fee-fees known. A torrent of abuse washed over the refs along with garbage, beer cans, bagels, castle nuts from someone's rattle trap nana, a teddy bear with an obscene message on its internal recorder, a pom-pom or two and the Cybertronian version of panties.
The refs gave back the finger, a few of the things thrown though they kept the bear and the panties. Back and forth the insults flowed until the league President broadcast that the game would forfeit if they didn't 'sit down and shut the frag up'.
It was a very sullen group that sat.
The maintenance crew came out, made short work of the mess, then received a standing ovation from the crowd. They bowed and minced their afts off as they left, this one time that they were, ever was and never would be appreciated again.
The camera got every loving moment of it.
=0=The Family Tower
"I love this game."
"Me, too."
"We could be there. I hate having the flu."
"I do, too."
"Thanks, Will."
"Don't mention it, Epps."
=0=At the game
:I wish the boys were here:
:I do, too:
:Serves them right:
:It does:
:Magnus is on the future husband's list, Sarah:
:I agree, Lonnie:
And so it went. The Comets would win by four scores and the march for the championship would be on its way.
=0=TBC 4-11-2022
There's a children's book called Boo and the Flying Flews who were a trapeze family and the rhyming in it is HYSTERICAL! I actually contemplated stealing it from the library its so funny. LOL!
NOTES:
Raid is an aerosol bug spray that comes in a can. (For the five people in the world who might not know) :D
ESL:
guile, guileless: (guy-LLL, guy-LLL-ess) Guile is like scheming or plotting. To be guileless is to be innocent or genuine. Children are guileless and so are dogs and cats. Usually. ;)
fee-fees: a smart ass way of saying feelings. Its a derogatory way of mocking someone's hurt feelings.
