The Diego Diaries: Cloudy With a Chance of Mini-Cons (dd7 412)
=0=In a locker room.
"WOW! ISN'T THAT AMMA!?"
Everyone glanced at Reflector, then the screen. The cameras were lingering on a gaggle of beautiful mini-con femmes. As they did they also picked up a vision of a tiny mech clambering over the walls with two more after him. They were followed by Prowl, Miler and Kestrel.
Appa Ratchet to the rescue.
Appa Ratchet dropped to the ground, then turned to help Corr and Chan down. They hit the ground and ran, a small set of elderly mechs who weren't mini-cons but could be mistaken for it by outsiders given their hard life, great number of years and aged appearance. That is, a Cybertronian could tell they were elders from their aura and physicality though humans might get it wrong. Chan, Corr and Ratchet were nearly at the edge of the brawl when Prowl, Kestrel and a wildly amused Miler caught up with them.
Prowl rounded on them and the three slowed to a stop. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU COULD GET MASHED OUT HERE!" Prowl would have said more but an arm reached out and dragged him down where half a dozen mini-con mechs began to beat the slag out of him to the astonishment of his ada and the oldsters with him.
=0=There, huddled around a monitor
"WOW! THERE GOES UNCLE PROWL!" Co-D with big optics, nearly as big as the players watching as well
=0=Here
Miler grabbed mini-cons who thrashed madly and set them down before reaching for more. He was much too polite because several jumped on him and continued their tirade for the Good of the Order.
MINI-CONS FOREVER!
Venture who was in the stands noted his bond was missing at last. He glanced around from his intent conversation with Tagg to see Miler getting thrashed on the ground in the middle of the field while Kes was straining to help him and Prowl at the same time. As Kestrel did, another was trying to crawl up his leg. It was like watching someone being eaten alive by fire ants.
"WHAT THE FRAG!" -Venture
"Kestrel!" -Tagg
They both bounded down the stairs, Venture with Prima in arms, then leaped over the barrier to run toward the melee. As he did even more mini-cons decided to join the dance. As they did, a number of youngling grounders and a couple of youngling Seekers that were dating did the same thing. It was getting to be colorful at the midway line.
=0=Blazz and Jasterâ„¢
After spending time discussing Orion the baby most known to humans with the sportscasters when the cameras put him on the Jumbotron, this infant apparently considered 'The Child of Mars' by the masses on Earth, both noticed the melee at last. It was silent as they stared at the screen, then Jazz grinned. "Would you look at that?"
Blaster nodded as Revet stared in horror.
"There's Kestrel, Prime's ada and Miler under that pile is Prowl's. Ratchet is boxing it out with a number of drunk kids and Springer … where is Springer and Drift?" Jazz asked as he leaned closer to the screen. "There he is."
Several huge mechs had joined the big kids and they decided as all big drunk mechs do to take on the baddest ones in the group. All three of them bee lined for Drift. As for Springer, a couple of femmes who'd come with the huge mechs were pummeling him without mercy.
=0=Blazz and Jaster
"What the frag?" Revet said with his usual disgust and horror at the many ways that games could go south and make The People look like savages. He would never understand, the well raised youngster, that this only RAISED the credibility and awesomeness of The People in the eyes of the humans.
The savages.
"I'M GOING DOWN THERE!" Revet said before getting tackled at the door by Blaster.
=0=DOWN THERE!
By the time Venture was halfway across the field he noted Prima in his arms. Sliding to a halt, he stared at his son, then the melee. Stuffing him carefully into his hold, he ran forward to extract mini-cons off of Miler.
Tagg had made it to Kestrel and was peeling slaggers off his arms, legs, back and shoulders, gently tossing them aside.
=0=There
"What do you want to do?" Ironhide asked Orion in a low voice.
"I do not know," Orion replied softly. "My atar is handling the elders and my ada. I ..." He trailed off.
It was apparent to Ironhide that he still wasn't fully cognizant that he was a prime. They stared at the monitor together.
=0=There
The mini-cons had somehow banded together with the ordinary sized mechs through perhaps the wonder of high grade. They were giving the authorities what for even as some of them began to get their flight senses back together. Crossing the field toward them with a fist and a burning sense of embarrassed outrage, Leader-1 and a couple of fellow local assembly councilors were beating the band to beat helms. "STOP THIS, YOU MECHANISMS! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" he said before getting buried by a mob.
Docker and Tootie stood just out of swinging range taking in the scene.
That's when Appa Ratchet, Chan and Corr caught up with her.
She stared at them with surprise. "You shouldn't be here! You could get hurt!"
"We can't leave you alone. You might get hurt, Docker," Corr said as he slightly cowered beside her. The melee seemed to be oozing their way.
As they considered that, big servos grabbed them from behind and hoisted them off their peds. Up they went, then down into a box. When they reached the bottom, they stood up to stare into the amused optics of several already bagged mini-cons.
"Welcome home," one of them said with a huge laugh. Then they all ducked as more joined them in the jailhouse box. It wouldn't take long for them to be heading off to a tunnel and the drunk tank at the nearby Courthouse.
=0=AT THE SAME TIME!
"WHERE THE FRAG IS DOCKER!? WHERE ARE THE OTHERS!?" Prowl shouted as he tried to search out the missing from the still bleeding, fighting, running around, larking about, skippity-doo-dahing, clowning, goofing, crawling slowly while dripping bodily fluids and still ambulatory.
Boxes were being carted around to haul off the snagged, bagged and tagged.
Stepping over those on the ground in hammer locks with others, Prowl frantically looked for his atar, his amma and his LITTLE BROTHER! among those still slamming around. When a huge drunk mech grabbed his shoulder and punched him hard in the face causing him to fly off the pitch into the wall nearby, that's when Orion Pax aka Optimus Prime ran from the room to the tunnel nearby.
Ironhide was dragging along behind him.
=0=Miler
He was being (heroically) manfully dug out by Venture who had a baby in his hold that was ping ponging around in a pile of blankets.
Prima rolled here and there inside the fully padded space with a half smile, half frown on his tiny face. It was fun but it was new. Did he like it? The jury was out. For now.
"VENTURE! HELP ME! I'VE BEEN OVERRUN!"
"I'M COMING FOR YOU, MILIE! HOLD ON!" Venture cried out before passing two mechs hammering it out and getting one hard full on in the face. He was felled like a tree, though he didn't break into pieces when he hit the ground. Every part of him wanted to, though.
=0=Various drunks
Several mini-cons got up and got their buzz up, too. They ran (staggered) forward (mostly) until they had enough speed (almost) to jump up, transform and fly off. Three of them did. One made it while the other two jumped up, sort of transformed, then fell into a heap on the ground. When they did, they managed to trip Springer and Tagg. Down they fell like a couple of asteroids hitting the Earth and extinguishing all life everywhere.
Mostly.
=0=The Man, just before the extinction event
Springer and Drift were standing with their backs to Tagg, the three laying the long arm (clenched fist) onto the miscreants (soon-to-be wards of the state) who'd banded up to take them to task (the emergency room). The kind of punches traded were epic and it was a sight to behold to watch a mech like Tagg Pax of Iacon land them on the faces and chassis of big slaggers like himself.
Tagg Pax was a good guy, nice and gentle in manner. He was sweet natured (thank Primus), smart as a whip, peace loving and firm. He was the kind of guy you hoped to sit next to on a train (or anything/where else) taking seven joors to get somewhere. He was truly the kind of mech who could raise a son like 'Optimus Prime. Yet, he was here trading blows with the slaggers who'd toppled Kes. He didn't use more force than he needed nor did he throw sucker punches. He was that kind of guy.
When he saw his son running toward him he felt relief. Orion would end this shit show (not his words). When he saw Orion flash past him to get to Prowl who was staggering up all goggle opticed, he didn't know whether to be happy for him or sad for himself. Then the pace picked up and he began to slag again until mini-con Seekers began to fall out of the sky and roll around on the ground. Both he and Springer then bit the dust.
=0=Ratchet
He tried to make his way toward his appas and amma. It was slow going so he pulled out his gun and put two rounds into the sky.
Everyone froze, then turned toward Ratchet from their various places of bent and broken all over the area.
They stared at Ratchet a moment, then turned back to the melee leaving him standing there with a gun in his hand and humiliation on his face.
Ratchet frowned, subbed his gun, then began to grab everything he could find. With powerful tosses, they flew in all directions as he mowed a path to his little elders. Even as he did he could hear his ada screaming in the seats as Tie Down sat on him to keep him from joining the shit show. Even as he did that, Tie begged others to take his place so he could go help. Given his age and size, no one took up the offer. No one wanted to enable the suicide that would follow.
=0=A storybook romance
"Are you alright, Prowl?" Orion asked anxiously.
Prowl looked upward at Orion. "I think I just did something. Who are you?" he asked dizzily.
"Oh-oh," Orion said as he picked up Prowl and began to head for an ambulance parked nearby.
At the same time, mini-cons were standing on his father beating him about the helm and shoulders with their tiny mini-con fists. His ada was trying to rise up to help Tagg with four mini-cons hanging onto him. It would take a second to achieve that goal.
=0=Up there
"Well, I think I've had enough," Alor said as he handed off Scout to his ada.
"We have to stay," Flint said as the rest of the group nodded.
"WHO SAYS!?" Alor asked.
"Springer. He's going to start shooting soon and he doesn't want to kill any of us," Sun said, then he began to walk to the steps followed by Jack, Flint and Steiner. "Be right back."
Three powerful Praxian mechs made it to the barrier, then hopped over. Since all of them were Crater Comets and on the reserve list due to that 'thing' that happened on Cybertron a few days before the game and thus, they were required to watch rather than play, doctor's orders, they were game for the fight anyway. Football was a contact sport and even as the audience, they were itching to make contact.
Out they walked with grins on their handsome faces and their massive servos clenched tightly. Reserve list, list. A fight was a fight was a fight.
=0=Blazz and Jaster
"Well, this is just about getting ready to get good," Jazz said with a giant grin.
That's when the entire world froze in place.
TBC 10-23-2020 10-26-2020
NOTE:
The Baby Yoda figure of The Mandalorian is called The Child. We call it Baby Yoda but the real designation for him in and by the show is The Child. By the by, Disney+ will run season two on Monday. :D:D:D (There are women fans of the baby called The Mommalorians who do stories of them on Instagram. Its hilarious.) :D:D:D