The Diego Diaries: AT THE MOMENT OF TRUTH! (Probably) (dd8 80)
=0=Gathering
They converged upon the group already there, all of those watching Prime, Prowl and Springer's band of merry mechs heading their way.
Prime grinned at the mechs already there. "What is going on here?" he asked knowing full well what was what.
"We have a situation," Sun said. He turned and with a sweep of his arm everyone's gaze was drawn to Microbe. "This work and wonder is the mechanism, nay, legend known as Microbe."
Everyone turned to look at Microbe including the comedians in his cell block. Then everyone turned back to Sun. Apparently, he was the impresario of this slag off.
Prime grinned. "Okay," he said to everyone but Microbe's delight.
Sun who knew what a sport Prime could be grinned at him. "I think he wants to dance."
"Not with you, you big pile of rust," Microbe said, then glanced at Prime. "Him."
Prowl frowned.
Ratchet smirked.
Prime considered the invitation.
Sun looked intrigued. He turned to Microbe. "I thought I was the one you wanted. I feel sort of jilted, slagger."
"Frag you, Sun. I don't beat up old rust buckets," Microbe retorted.
"I beg to differ with you, Microbe," someone in his crowd replied none too wisely.
Microbe turned on a dime and face planted the slagger straight into the ground. The howling from the cages all around them was astonishing. So was the laughter as the cred meter that they kept going among themselves began to spin upward at such a pace for Microbe he could've been made King of Cybertron in other circumstances.
Prime glanced at the mech on the ground, the smirk of Microbe and the frown of Prowl. "Okay."
Prowl spun on Prime and had him backed up a step before the conversation running between them split even.
Prime stared at Prowl with a grin.
Prowl stared at him with a "HELL TO THE NO!" look of doom.
Prime won.
Optimus glanced at the slaggers who were watching him as they did the math themselves. Nearly all who knew him came to the same conclusion. The kids who didn't know at all or as much were astonished to see him glance at a grinning Gee-Gee with a nod.
"WHAT THE FRAG!? YOU'RE GOING IN THERE WITH HIM AND THOSE IDIOTS!?" Bezel said in an over abundance of regard for his esteemed leader.
"I am," Prime said as he walked toward the door.
As he did Prowl drew out his gun, the big one that was a rumor and almost never seen unless it was a dire strait where he would unload it of all its shots but one which he would save for himself. That one. "If one of you other slaggers so much as moves I will put such a fragging hole through your head we can use it for a basketball hoop."
"AND I HAVE A BLOW GUN!" Ratchet said holding up his device and a new dart with a gigantic smile on his face.
It would be debated forever between mechs of arms whether the group inside took two steps back because of Prowler's firearm or Ratchet's blow gun. They just did.
"Roadie, manage the gate please," Gee-Gee said with a chuckle.
"On it, boss." He walked to the gate, then looked at Prime. "I get him next."
Prime grinned. "You may," he said as he began to unload his personal arsenal. It would astonish everyone including a few of the oldsters how much lethal hardware Optimus carried on his huge frame. He dropped gun after blade after lethal killing device onto the ground before reaching the end of it. Even a razor sharp two headed ax, one of the most famous iconic weapons he carried lay on the ground gleaming in the sun. He glanced at Roadie with a nod.
Roadie opened the first gate so Prime could walk in. Then he opened the second one so he could enter the cell itself.
Everyone inside stepped back from the two monster mechs as they took the measure of the other.
"This is going to be fun, Prime. I've wanted to do this since forever," Microbe said.
"Then I do not want to deprive you of a life goal," Optimus said. He reached within swinging distance, then halted.
Then he didn't.
With a step and a spin, Optimus Prime hit Microbe so hard in the jaw that he flew off his peds and fell onto his back twenty feet away from where he stood. He flew high into the sky, fell straight down, then bounced three times.
Everyone watching with either deep foreboding or a look of knowing and pleasure saw the mech go up, then down. They watched Microbe as he bounced, then lay still.
It was deeply silent a moment, then Prime walked up to the prone mech and tapped him with his ped. "Hello? Anyone home?" he asked with a slight, very very slight sense of outward amusement.
No one moved until Ratchet did. He walked to the gate, shucked a few weapons himself, then entered the space. He scanned Microbe, then knelt to examine him. Glancing up at Prime, he grinned. "Thanks for the surgical prep, Optimus. I'll let the anesthesiologist know he can take the afternoon off."
Sun snorted, then guffawed as the others with him grinned broadly. A swift scan of the group showed amusement, pride and among the youngest and younger mechs, a sense of awe and amazement that left them slack jawed in wonder.
"Do you need me anymore, Ratchet?" Prime asked sweetly.
Ratchet rose, then turned to Prime with a smirk. "No. Your work here is finished."
"OF COURSE IT IS!" Prowl said as he expertly flipped his weapon back into subspace. "HE'S FRAGGING OPTIMUS PRIME! BEZEL! LON! Pick up his weapons and hand them to him when he leaves the monkey cage." Prowl was beside himself (for Prowl) with pride and amusement.
The two stunned kids startled, then hustled over to pick up the weapons. With immense and visible respect, they handed them to him after he came out of the cell block, subbing weapons and tools, some of which both boys struggled to heft.
Ratchet watched as the extraction team walked in, cuffed Microbe and began to take him out by dragging him by his peds. The other prisoners watched as well, some of them glancing from their formerly invincible leader to the legend standing by the gate looking impossibly heroic and sexy as a matter of course. (He'd be the last to know that, however, such was Optimus 'FRAGGING!' Prime.)
When Microbe and his team were on the sidewalk, a van arrived from the hospital and he was loaded aboard. The entire group including every prisoner in the area silently watched it drive away.
Roadie and the team walked back to the silent stunned group. "Nice punch, Optimus."
"Thank you, Roadbuster. Coming from you, that is a real compliment," Optimus said with a grin.
Roadie grinned back, warmed by the praise of someone who had something he coveted.
Prime's power punch.
Roadie had coveted that for EONS of VORNS of MILLENNIA. They were often on the battlefield at the same time, he and Prime, thus he knew that his chance of getting a piece of Microbe was next to nil once he challenged Prime and Prime accepted. However, getting to see a fist that could rip hunks of steel from pillars holding up buildings to topple them over (Prime had) or punch a space vessel in the nose and watch it shake until it fell apart (he saw that, too) or throw a boulder that weighed 500,000 pounds 500 feet to smash a hole through a fortress wall (Prime had done that as well), Roadie really had no hope for a round.
Alas.
"Uh, Lord Optimus?"
Everyone turned toward Lon and Bezel.
"Yes?" Optimus asked two kids who he loved.
"Didn't that hurt?" Bezel asked.
Optimus stared at his servo as he clenched and unclenched it. "No. I did not feel a thing."
"Neither did he, the slagger," Raptor said with a chuckle. He glanced at Gee-Gee. "Do you need anything else, Little Missy?"
"I can't think of a thing, General," Gee-Gee said with a big smile.
Raptor glanced at the silent figures in the block, then those all around. He strode out, punching his fists together, then raising them over his helm. "WHO ELSE WANTS SOME!? OR DO YOU GET THE PICTURE!? WE DON'T HAVE ANY MORE TIME OR PATIENCE FOR YOUR SLAG! GET YOURSELF IN ORDER OR STAY IN HERE FOREVER AND ROT, YOU SLAGGERS!"
It was a sullen array of mechs glaring back at Sun.
A small one walked to the bars of his cage. "You didn't punch Microbe, you tool. Prime did."
Sun grinned. "But he came for me. He invited me to the ball. Prime pulled rank," he said as he glanced back at a smirking Optimus. "HE WANTED TO DANCE WITH ME!" He grinned at the small mech. "How about a dance, Pipe Cleaner. Is that your name? I have dental floss bigger than you."
"THAT'S BECAUSE YOUR SLAGGING MOUTH IS BIGGER THAN HIM!" someone somewhere said.
Springer who was leaning on Drift with his arm around Drift's shoulders smirked. "He has ya here, Appa."
Sun guffawed. "I AM SUN! I AM IRONHIDE THE ELDER!"
"HE'S IRONHIDE THE ELDER!" Ironhide repeated.
Sun glanced at his many greats nephew with a warm smile. "I AM IRONHIDE THE TALLER! IRONHIDE THE GREATER!"
Ironhide frowned. "IRONHIDE THE BIGGER SLAGGER!"
"What? That's my atar's brother you're slagging, Grandson," Raptor said with mock offense.
Ironhide the Younger frowned at him. "SO WHAT! I AM IRONHIDE! I DON'T GIVE A FRAG ABOUT OFFENSE!"
"YOU'RE ALL INSANE! FIGHT ME, IRONHIDE THE SHORTER, DUMBER AND LESSER!" someone called from a cell nearby to Ironhide the Noticeably Shorter and Most Offended Ironhide In The Area.
"YEAH! FIGHT ME, IRONHIDE THE FRAGGER! IRONHIDE THE BIG CRY BABY! BWAHAHAHA!"
"I think things are heating up here," Gee-Gee said to Winnie.
"I think so," Winnie said as she stood beside Roadie who she loved with her arms crossed over her rather nice chassis.
"Do we need to go?" Ratchet asked Gee-Gee.
"No. This is good. Maybe if we popped a few attitudes now this will be easier later. This mob still thinks they're free to act stupid," Gee-Gee said.
"But don't you have rules, Warden?" Bezel asked as he stood beside Lon.
Lon was overwhelmed by the greatness all around him, by these, the Gods of His Existence™, the Greatest Practitioners of Their Craft Who'd Taken Them On As Projects™, but he managed it a tad better than Bezel who was newer at this. "Is this okay?" he asked.
Gee-Gee considered that. "For now, I don't mind. If this was a scheduled thing, no. These aren't and never will be normal prisoners. Watch your elders, infants. You can learn a lot from a wise elder."
Both of them nodded, then turned to watch Raptor and Sun step toward that cell with a riveted gaze.
It was adorable, the two of them and their concentration.
"WHO WANTS A PIECE OF THIS RATHER FINE CHASSIS?!" -Sun flexing his rather fine chassis
"TELL 'EM, SUN!" -Jack roaring on the inside
"Are you filming this?" -Drift
(Nods) "I am." -Springer who was carrying Tell in his chassis until Ratchet slipped up behind him and liberated the baby.
Ratchet and Tell moved to stand slightly behind Prime.
Just in case.
"PIECE OF WHAT!? CRAP?!" -some wag in the back
HUGE LAUGHTER FROM EVERYONE.
Both sides.
Sun smirked at those laughing on his side of the divide and grinned that the younger kids weren't. They weren't old enough to do that and still feel that they held their elder's respect.
Poor little kids.
He turned back to the cell blocks. "WHICH ONE OF YOU SLAGGERS WANT A PIECE OF ME!?"
Every servo in the place raised including Jack and Raptor.
"Fraggers." -Sun with a guffaw
=0=TBC 01-31-2021 02-01-2021 02-21-2021
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heft: to lift up with difficulty
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