A/N: I have to say that it's nice to see the fandom suddenly growing with all of the new interest. It's funny really – fan-fics started appearing less than a day after the film came out (In the US); I probably know half the 'plot' already, and the film doesn't come out in the UK until the 27th.
Requested by TBPK. Mild slash.
Kick-Ass.
Sunstreaker pointed to the large blue box atop the verge, a small antenna attached to it flailed about in the strong winds. Both could see that crossing the fields to reach it would put them in the enemy's sights, but they had no other choice.
"You check the forest over there, I'll check the forest over here," Sideswipe pointed, using small movements so as not to attract dangerous attention. "A storm is coming – the gunners will find it harder to hit us with the reduced visibility as well as the wind factor." Sunstreaker grimly nodded at his sibling's words and with one brotherly hand-clasp, he stalked away.
It's not looking too good on this side, Sunstreaker – I can't see anyone and there's no cover, Sideswipe radioed over the comms.
Same on this side, Sides, the golden Lamborghini replied. I'm gonna be the distraction and make a run for it. You race on and grab the box. Go!
Wait! But- Sunstreaker was already running from the trees, gun in his hand as he sprinted towards their target. He had closed but half the distance when the sound of screeching tyres could be heard somewhere on top of the miniature cliff and a silver Datsun careened off the edge, transforming in mid-air to robot mode. Sunstreaker fired and the bolts sped past Bluestreak's form. He kneeled and took aim, firing three perfect shots that hit Sunstreaker on the chassis and neck. Sunstreaker fell over with the blows, yet just before he hit the ground, he could see his red equivalent travelling swiftly up towards the box. Bluestreak turned and followed Sunstreaker's optics, a sharp gasp escaping his respiratory system as he reloaded his gun and began running away from his charge. He turned, aiming carefully at the red warrior as he transformed, grabbed the box and jumped off the cliff to join his twin. Sideswipe aimed at Bluestreak and fired furiously at the gunner. Bluestreak did not move – the shots that hit him only glanced his armour as he took into account wind-speed, velocity and direction; he would wait for his moment. Sideswipe landed on damp earth, his feet sinking down and his knee-joints bent. For a brief moment, he had come to a stand-still. Bluestreak fired.
"Enough!" Prime called, walking onto the training arena with Prowl at his side. "Bluestreak, well done. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe… there's definitely room for improvement." Bluestreak grinned with the compliment and the visible results of his actions. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were too busy examining the marks of the paint-ball gun to fully take in Prime's words. Sunstreaker soured when he realised his paint was dinted and Sideswipe touched his forehead, rubbing now lime-green fingers with surprised curiosity.
"Your best strategy would have been for one of you to find the highest vantage point and guide the other in," Prowl explained. "There was a rocky outcrop in the woods that would have shielded you from view and allowed you to observe the situation. This planet has a variety of terrain: make use of it, as you know the Decepticons will. Brawn was not the solution to this problem; you need to choose your battles more carefully." Bluestreak held out his hand to help Sunstreaker up, but the twins walked away to talk amongst themselves.
"Oh dear – you might have won this match, Bluestreak, but you may have to put up with bitter Lamborghinis for a while," Prowl advised him beore he too turned to go back to the Ark.
"Hey, Blue Boy! I heard you took down two big, bad warriors during training today! Y'know it's great ta know that you're watching my back!" Jazz grinned at him and gave him the Cybertronian equivalent of the 'thumbs-up'. Bluestreak waved and smiled in return, starting to feel tiredness from the energy he had used earlier. He had a shift half the day away – more than enough time to get some rest. Humming a wordless tune, he walked through passageways, returning the greetings that he got with the like, until he felt a lingering presence, following him along his route. He turned around to see Sideswipe leaning against a doorway behind him, smirk across his face. Bluestreak recognised that grin – it meant that he was up to something – most likely a prank to get even.
"No hard feelings?" Bluestreak asked uncertainly, strain in his vocaliser.
"No hard feelings," Sideswipe responded, approaching him with that same wicked smile. Bluestreak tensed and ran, Sideswipe in close pursuit. He jostled past Mirage and Wheeljack, knocking an invention out of his hands and into disrepair.
"Sorry!" He shouted back, looking long enough to notice that Sideswipe was gaining. His quarters were only a corridor-turn away from the twins': he was so close, but he would not be able to type the code in fast enough before Sideswipe was upon him.
Bluestreak halted and turned to face his pursuer, irritation clear on his face-plate.
"Look! I-" Sideswipe grabbed hold of him and pushed him back into his door, pressing the call button to get his brother's attention. Bluestreak looked around: there was no one to call out to – or to make rumours about this unusual situation. "Sideswipe! I-" Sideswipe closed his mouth over Bluestreak's neck, teeth-chips biting gently into the soft, leathery surface. Bluestreak gasped and tensed away from the Lamborghini at the same time that the door opened. He fell back into Sunstreaker's chassis and another pair of hands clasped over his arms. The gunner tried to twist away but knew he wouldn't get very far.
"You owe me for scratching my paint job, Datsun," Sunstreaker spoke into his audios with strangely warm menace.
"There's no need to fight, Blue – you've already used up most of your energy."
"But-!" Sideswipe smirked as they pulled Bluestreak into their quarters, feeling their captive begin to sedate and settle.
"You need to choose your battles more carefully."
End.