AN: This was requested by darkdaebereth over on LJ with the prompt of a seeker. I'm not entirely happy with it, but it does amuse me, so you get to read it.
Silly
His aim never wavered. The blue seeker stood proudly in front of him, but wary of the weapon aimed at his spark.
Bluestreak cycled air through his intakes rapidly. This was bad. One shot and everything would be over. One misstep and he would be dead. Any hesitation on his part and it everything would be reviled. Desperately Bluestreak wished for the rounds in his subspace pockets. He's current munitions were useless against the seeker. Silently the gunner prayed to every deity he knew that someone had managed to get a message back to the Ark.
"Do you really think you can take me down on your own?" The seeker's voice was deep, and raw.
"Well that was the plan."
The seeker's laugh was arrogant. "Put the gun down and I'll make your death swift." He took one menacing step forward.
"In your dreams Thundercracker!" With that Bluestreak fired.
The look on Thundercraker's face as the bright, Sunstreaker yellow paint spreading across his chassis was priceless. However it was quickly lost as Bluestreak fired another paint ball into the Decepticon's face. He stumbled blindly back, and Bluestreak shoved his hand into his subspace, scrambling for his actual munitions. Just as his hand closed around the magazine, Thundercracker regained himself, wiping the paint off his optics. Growling the F-15 took aim at the crouched gunner.
The sound of weapons fire brought his head back to the blue flier. No longer just streaked with yellow, but a mishmash of magenta, burgundy, and lime colored paint covered his frame. The distraction lasted long enough for Blue to reload his weapon, and focus it back on the target.
"I am not stupid Autobot," hissed the seeker.
"No but you are slow." The shot at Thundercracker's feet made his point nicely. The sound of rabidly approaching engines convinced the Decepticon that Lady Luck did not favor him to day. With a grunt of disgust he took to the sky.
"Wow who's TC's detailer?" Jazz's voice broke the silence left by the seeker's departure. "Cause they're definitely color blind."
Partially because of relief; partially because of the comment, Bluestreak cracked up. After all Thundercracker had looked ridiculous with the mismatched colors. Yellow really wasn't his color.