Author note: Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, the frontliners, do what they do best… Some swearing and a tiny bit of violence..

Sideswipe POV

I stand ready.

I look over at my bro, Sunstreaker, as he falls into line beside me, right where he belongs. Sensing my stare, he sends me a knowing glance and nods his helm, his dermas spreading into a wicked grin. A grin I feel myself replying to in kind.

His optics narrow before he turns his helm about, focusing on what needs to be done and I follow his lead. My blades glint in the last rays of the sun and I feel myself rock back and forth on my wheels as I prepare to launch.

The energon in my lines seems to pump faster in anticipation, that delicious feeling I get when I am about to do what I am best at.

Ya see, everybody has something they're good at.

Crosshairs has brilliant aim…

Bumblebee is good at recon…

Jazz is good at secret spy stuff and dancing…

Rachet is good at repairing stuff and throwing wrenches…

Ironhide is good at breaking stuff…

Hound is good at smoking stuff, and finding stuff…

Arcee is good at protecting those she cares about, not ta mention smokin' hot…

Drift is good at composing poems and slicing shit up…

Dino is good at racing and observing…

Phoenix is really good at looking out for everyone and listening. Not ta mention making bloody hot fireballs!

Optimus Prime is good at – well everything.

''Autobots, hold!'' Prime's voice bellows over the maelstrom that approaches. ''On my signal; Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Wreckers!'' There is a knowing gleam in my leader's optics as he relays his orders to us. ''Clear us a path!'' He knows what we do best.

''So, Bro,'' my yellow twin calls out to me without turning to face me. ''Shall we keep a tally again this time? Or do ya just wanna tear shit up?''

''Well what kind a pansy arsed, fucked up question is that ya yella twat! Of course we're just gunna tear shit up!'' Roadbuster moves in to stand next to me, Topspin right behind him. ''I don't know about you two, but I'm too busy rippin' those nancy fuckin' wankers apart ta keep a track of how many I've mowed doon.''

Shakin' his helm in annoyance, he primes his weapon before he looks back at me, a smile slowly spreading on his dermas. ''Of course, it could be kinda fuckin' fun ta see which of us Wreckers an' Frontliners IS the best and bags tha most 'Cons.''

Beside me Sunstreaker snorts derisively. ''No need to ladies. Number 1 right here!'' He thumps his chest for good measure.

Roadbuster growls as he rounds on Sunstreaker, ''What did yew fuckin' call me?'' As his weapon hovers dangerously close to ma helm, his optics flash angrily at Sunny and his throw away comment.

''Woah mate, calm doon! I think he meant ''lad-dies.'' I glance past the irate Roadbuster at my brother. ''That's what ya meant wasn't it Sunny?'' I arch an optic ridge at him silently asking him ta play nice – for now. /No need wasting all our puff before the main event/.

Sunny simply snorts again, ''Yeah sure bro, that's what I meant.''

Roadbuster lowers his weapon and scowls at Sunstreaker, muttering his reply. ''You're more like a Number 2 anyway, ye festerin' yella turd.''

Sunstreaker's stares impassively at the green and silver Chevrolet Impala for a moment before his optics narrow dangerously. /Here we go!/, I feel myself roll my optics as Sunny turns towards Roadbuster, preparing to launch at him.

''SUNSTREAKER, HOLD!'' Prime reprimands his frontliner as he notices the exchange. Stepping in front of him, I place my servos on his shoulder struts. ''Easy bro! Save it for the stinkin' 'Cons! He's just messin' with ya.''

There is a faint whistling sound above and I instinctively step in front of Sunny seconds before a missile finds its mark before us. The resulting explosion sends clumps of earth flying into the air and showering down upon us and the concussive blast causes us to falter on our pedes and wheels for a moment. As the smoke clears, I am vaguely aware of a slight burning sensation as fragments of shrapnel have pierced my left side. I grit my denta. /Come on! Let us at 'em!/.

Sunny notices the scorch marks along my frame, and all thoughts of Roadbuster and his comments are forgotten as he raises his weapon and begins to stalk towards the figures in the distance, a feral look on his face.

I glance quickly towards Optimus and shrug my shoulders. /Sunny is my brother, where he goes, I go. With or without permission/. I begin to follow in his path.

From behind me a deep, rumbling voice finally makes the call we have been itching to hear. ''Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Wreckers - ATTACK!'' Prime knows he could no sooner stop the sun from setting than he could prevent Sunstreaker from seeking retaliation for my superficial wounds.

''About fuckin' time! Come on, let's tear those wankers apart Topsin!'' Roadbuster growls in excitement and encouragement to his friend and fellow Wrecker. ''Yew take tha left side, I'll take tha right side!''

In an instant I am up beside Sunny, our weapons drawn, and faces set in a determined expression, though our optics shine with a savage delight.

For we are about to do what we do best.

''Straight up the guts bro, whadda reckon?'' Sunny throws the question my way even as we head for where the fighting is the fiercest.

''Naturally! Last one there buys the other a drink,'' I smile as I raise my sword and roll towards an approaching ''Con. Easily dodging his blast, I jump gracefully over him and bring both of my swords down, severing his helm neatly from his body. Landing, I glide around in a pirouette, swinging my right sword arm in a wide arc as I go. Noting with delight the sounds of screams as I sever arms, helms and chests.

''That's five bro, not that we're counting!'' I call out to the yellow blur off to my left.

''HA!'' Sunny yells back triumphantly. ''I'm up ta 10 already. Better pick up the pace Slideswipe.'' He sends me a teasing grin before he punches a 'Con hard in the face, causing them to lose their footing. Making use of their distraction, he grabs them by the throat and shoves a blaster in their mouth and pulls the trigger. As their lifeless, smoking body falls to the ground he shouts out, ''Make that 11.'' His energon splattered face grins wildly at me, goading me to respond.

''Bullshit!'' I impale a 'Con through the spark and kick another into a group of ''Cons, sending them all crashing to the ground in an indignant heap. Flicking my right and then left arm, I release my swords into the group, skewering them all. Simultaneously, I produce my blasters and send a few shots at them to ensure I finish 'em off. ''YES! Make that 12 Bro!'' I raise my voice so he can hear me. ''Make mine an energon Martini, shaken not stirred.''

I feel rather than hear the low growl he sends back at me. ''Not over yet you slagger, Hound ain't begun to sing,'' Sunny shouts towards me as he both bashes and shoots his way through a sea of metal. A flurry of yellow, like a prominence on the sun destroying all in its fiery path.

I laugh. A rather incongruous thing to do in the middle of a battle, I know, but you see, everyone's good at something.

As I watch my brother and my friends Roadbuster and Topsin clear a path before them, laying to waste all that get in their way, I can't help but grin at what we're good at. Sunstreaker, the Wreckers and I – we just happen to be very good at unleashing hell on our enemy.

So that's just what we do.