The Diego Diaries: Boom Boom (dd7 106)
=0=On the ground
They stepped out of a bridge nearby a group of mechs who were crowded around a fight in progress. They were several hundred Decepticons with a ring of Autobots around them, all of whom were engrossed in the fight as well.
Prime walked to Kup and Hercy, then paused beside them as the others joined. "What is happening, Hercy? Have they surrendered?"
"They're sort of working out the fine print now, Prime," Hercy said with a ghost of a smirk.
"What about that one?" Prime asked as everyone with him stared at a mech twitching on the ground.
Hercy stared at him, then touched him with grounding end of his prod.
The mech stopped twitching and sparking. He groaned, then became limp with relief. "If I could stand up, runt, you'd be in real trouble," he said through the sparkles in his optics.
Hercy touched him a moment, then touched him again to ground him the second time. "There. Does that help?" he asked.
Kup who was standing beside him snorted in spite of himself.
"Frag you," the mech whispered but he didn't say anything more. He was too busy counting red flags in his processor.
Ratchet who was standing between Sun and Jack hit him with sensors. "He'll live. He'll hate it but he'll live. Don't do that again, Hercy. That's an aft load of handwork if you fry him one more time."
"If you say so, Ratchet," Hercy said with a grin.
Everyone then looked at the fight between two Man Mountain Deans who were going at it in the middle of a howling circle of compatriots. No one seemed fazed at the turn of events and the 'Cons didn't seem to be resisting their pending arrest. Perhaps the guns of three big war ships pointed their way helped with that decision.
Who knew?
Joon-O and a mech named Retch were going at it full time. Blows were landed that would knock down buildings. Mechs were howling even as some saw Prime and his officers which now included Prowl. No one cared about anything but the fight. Apparently, they weren't going to contest their capture but wanted a bit of light entertainment before going to jail like *FOREVER!*.
"What the frag," Prowl said with disgust as he joined them. "What happened to him?" he asked as he stared at the mech on the ground.
"Show him, Hercy," Sun said to be ornery.
"FRAG THAT!?" Ratchet said as he smirked at Sun. "That mech is a good three joors handwork already without more."
Prowl stared at all of them with The Look but no one cared. Two mountains were slamming each other and it was a freebie entertainment showcasing The Eternal Dance Between Good™ and Evil™. He glanced around to check security then crossed his arms over his chest. "Fraggers are all brutality and no finesse."
A big mech standing nearby watching the fight with satisfaction turned at Prowl's comment. "Is that so? What can you do, shortie?" He smirked at Prowl with a smirky face and no small amount of menace. All that was missing were missing teeth.
If they had any, that is. Which they didn't.
Prowl stared at him with The Look which incidentally doesn't work on Decepticons, then smirked back. "Lots."
"Oh, you go, girl," Ratchet said to him softly. "Want me to hold your beer?"
Prime snickered in spite of the situation as he glanced down at Prowl. "You might want to let this one go."
"What one?" Prowl asked as he glared at the 'Con. "You're going to jail, fragger, the moment those two ladies conclude their dance."
"Those two ladies are the toughest fraggers in the garrison even if one of them is named Joonie," he snarled back.
'Joonie' who had Retch in a head lock frowned at Gee-M for a moment. "WHAT THE FRAG?! YOU, TOO!?" he bellowed, then squeezed Retch a bit tighter.
He bellowed, too.
Gee-M glanced at Joon-O, then shrugged. "You earned that one."
By now Retch was almost ready to live up to his name in any dictionary you cared to supply. Joon-O dropped his sorry aft, then walked through the crowd to confront Gee-M. They were about the same size though Joon was broader and more brutal in physique. He frowned at Gee-M. "What the frag. You're supposed to back me to the wall."
"Is that so? What about you?" Gee-M countered as he crossed his arms over his vast chest.
"ME!? What about you? Did you really think that ..." Joon paused a moment as the crowd began to gather around them to watch the new show since the old one was laying bent up on the ground nearby in near cancellation mode. "Uh," he said as he noted everyone staring at the two of them with a slight smirk or outright hilarity on their little Decepticon faces. "There's an audience. You might not want to get into this right now."
"WHEN THEN!? IN PRISON!? WHEN WOULD BE THE BEST TIME TO GET INTO IT THEN!?" Gee-M aka GM bellowed.
"NOT RIGHT NOW!" Joon aka Joon replied.
Prime who could've been at a tennis match the way he looked from one to the other almost felt giddy. This was the first mission-brawl-apparent domestic dispute he had in his unbelievably vast and varied repertoire since he ascended. He watched with as much fascination as everyone there including a slightly affronted and now totally ignored runt named Prowl.
"I TOLD YOU ABOUT IT! YOU DIDN'T ANSWER! YOU NEVER ANSWER! WHAT THE FRAG! YOUR THERAPIST AT PRISON TOLD ME THAT YOU WERE A PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE PIECE OF SLAG BUT I DIDN'T LISTEN! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?!" -GM, going for the jugular
"Uh, no, actually," Joon replied as he looked around himself. "I don't actually like to talk about this kind of slag AROUND TOTAL STRANGERS!"
"We're not total strangers, Joon-O. We're compatriots, fellow soldiers," someone said from the crowd.
Joon looked at him, then GM, then Prime. "What the frag. Optimus Prime. When did you get here?"
Prime stilled the urge to shake Joon-O's hand as Prowl stepped in between him and the two 'Cons. "As I was saying ..."
"Who are you, Shortie?" GM asked.
Prowl stared at him, then Joon-O, then the 'Cons, then Sun and Jack who were belly laughing behind Ratchet who was splitting a gut not to join them, then Prime who was having a chuckle in his brain stem somewhere.
Like that.
"What the frag is all this?" Prowl asked. "Why aren't they in chains in the dungeon?"
"We don't have one," Sun said with a smile. "Dungeon. We have chains. All kinds. You can take your pick, boys."
A snicker rounded the 'Cons, then a big one stepped out. "Sun. Where the frag have you been? I have a bullet with your name on it."
"Then toss it to the ground or you can join your other compatriot here courtesy of science," Hercy said as he twirled his prod expertly with one servo.
The mechs looked at him, their sparkling friend on the ground, then guns hit the floor. They landed with knives, knuckle dusters and all manner of mayhem. Then it was silent again but for the shocked guy's soft moans. The other guy was still orbiting Jupiter so he had nothing to say at the moment.
Prowl turned toward Hercy with a start. "What the …?! HOW!?"
"He's got the 'touch'," Jack said with a snicker.
Prowl frowned at both of them, then turned to the Decepticons. "As I was saying ..."
"Give me a minute," Joon-O said as he gripped what appeared to be the arm of a bond or significant other, then drag him just off a bit to begin again. "I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT!"
"FRAG YOU, JOOOOoooOOOOOOOON!"
Prime stared at them, then the crowd.
The mech who'd called out Sun grinned. "Lover's quarrel. You know. Old tired love and all."
Huge laughter greeted that.
Even from the Autobots.
Prowl wasn't amused.
Prime actually was.
Inside.
"What do you wanna do, Prime?" Hercy asked. "I got a lot of electricity in my pogo stick here."
The 'Cons glared at him with loathing.
"We're surrendering," a tall mech said. "Those two idiots in charge think they knew what they're doing but they don't. We went along for the stuff."
"We got a lot of stuff," a younger seemingly simple mech replied.
Everyone nodded.
Prowl looked disgusted. "Then you give up?"
"Sure." -the 'Cons
Prowl stared at them, then Prime. "I find this all very ..."
"We got this," Kup said.
Prowl stared at him, then them, then Prime. "I'm going to stand over there."
Prime grinned, then nodded. He watched as Prowl walked to a stack of shot up slag nearby to stand. He folded his arms over his rather alluring chassis, then stared at everyone with a look halfway between disdain and battle lust.
/ ...It was a good look for him… / -nearly everyone there
Prime glanced at the crowd who were watching both him and the now offline glaring contest between Joon-O and Gee-M. The tall mech seemed to have become in charge by default so Prime began with him. "Where is Cassio and Ebio Imperialis?"
"I was out here taking the sun," the big mech said. "I didn't see him and there was a lot of yelling and running around. Personally, I don't see it as a major issue. Those two are under a table somewhere. It's only a matter of time. Right boys?"
"Sure." -the boys
Prowl rolled his optics.
"I would like to take them with us," Prime began.
Another mech interjected. "You want them for your collection? I hear you collect heads."
Everyone stared at the kid, then Prime. Everyone took a step backward.
Prime stared back at them as he remembered the wall of his office that held heads on pedestals until he was so creeped out that he had them removed. Their optics seemed to follow him wherever he went in the room when he was there."
"Frag." -the boys
Springer who was standing with the mechs holding the bead on the group stepped closer to Prime. "This is kinda fun. Keep it going."
:HEY, SPRINGER! IS THAT YOU!?" a voice called from the group.
Everyone turned to look as a tall mech with a handsome, handsome face stepped out of the crowd.
Springer stared at him with a surprised expression. "Cog?"
"That's me, fragger. Where ya been?" Cog asked as he stepped up to Springer and kissed him square on the lips.
It seemed that time just stood still …
A moment later …
Drift materialized out of thin air beside Springer, then pushed Cog back.
Cog staggered, then smirked. "So you left me behind? FAT CHANCE!"
"There was never a 'behind' to leave," Springer said with astonishment. He glanced at Prime. "We had to work with his patrol once to stop a bad thing from happening. Then he began to stalk me."
"You have it wrong, Springer," Cog said.
"No, he doesn't." -the boys
Cog turned to the group, then frowned. "You'd mock our perfect love?"
Springer actually flinched, Drift lowered his helm and optical ridges like a bull does before it head butts you into a geyser at Yellow Stone Park when you decide to take a selfie with him, Prime snorted, then laughed loudly, Sun and Jack redistributed themselves around the group as they chuckled, hoping against hope they'd be able to bag this group without a fight.
Both Jack and Sun wanted the Imperialis delinquents.
Sun had beef with Ebio.
It was then that they appeared.
Everyone paused their hilarity, then turned toward a hardened bunker nearby where a huge mech, a monster truck's monster truck was dragging two slaggers from the big structure by an ankle in each servo. It was enlightening even for soldiers the swearing the two were sending up to The One as they struggled to get away.
It took a moment to reach the group, then the huge mech dropped both. They hit the ground with a thud. The huge mech seemed to fall apart making two of them as he stepped back from the pair. A Duocon, two identical mechs both stared at Prime, then their group. "Took out the bins," both of them said as each nodded.
Cog laughed. "Those two were garbage mechs on Cybertron." He turned to look at Springer with a heated expression. "You and me on the other servo..."
"THERE *WAS* NO YOU AND ME!" Springer yelled before Drift dropped Cog with a jab to the cod piece.
He fell and his yelling was only exceeded by everyone else's laughter.
=0=TBC 10-9-19 10-10-19 02-27-2021
NOTES TOMORROW! :D:D:D