Armada Drabbles
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Armada, so don't sue.
Title: Devious Training
Warnings: none
Scavenger stretched on the cargo room floor. He had become rather lazy over the past few days at the Autobot base. Not to mention rather annoyed.
"Hey, Scavenger!" the source of his annoyance was closing in on him. The oversized spy was only able to mutter, "Ah crap," before Hotshot appeared.
"What?" He spat. Hotshot ignored the rudeness but lost his grin.
"Don't you remember?" A blank stare was his answer. "You said you'd help me train to fight Starscream again. Ring a bell?"
"Hmm, can't say it does," Scavenger spoke dryly while picking at a nonexistent ear.
"Don't tell me your age is getting the better of you," Hotshot sneered in response as he crossed his arms. Was he calling him, old? Scavenger suddenly felt the need to hurt Hotshot. Violently.
Sitting up Scavenger put on a happy yet creepy smile. "No, no. I remember. You wanted a few pointers on sword fighting, am I correct?" Hotshot's grin returned and he nodded, unaware of his grave mistake.
Authors Notes:
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