Disclaimer: As always, Transformers don't belong to me. Perfect World is a real MMORPG and I don't own it either. I don't even own the idea of Transformers MMO, it belongs to Macx ('Play Time', go check it out) and I got permission to play with the idea.
Strange Alliances
"PRIME!" – The voice of his Weapon Specialist bellowed, making him cringe. – "WHAT THE SLAG DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
He barely had time to minimize the window on his computer, when the black Topkick barged into the room, finger pointed at him in an accusatory manner. – "Thought I would never catch you, you little slagger!"
"Ironhide, explain yourself right this instant." – The leader of the Autobots spoke, eyes narrowed and voice calm yet firm.
"Explain! Prime, the one that has to explain something here it's you!' – The Topkick continued, still pointing at him. Prime suspected he'd been found and tried to placate his old friend.
"It's only a game, Ironhide. Scorponok can't do anything else these days."
Optimus Prime almost cringed again at the glare his Weapon Specialist sent him. Ironhide's voice was cold and calculating– "Prime, what about Scorponok and the game?"
Awkward silence now filled the room; broken only when Prime uttered just one word. – "Clawrock."
"The leader of your guild? What does the little slagger has to do with…" – The old mech sighed, intakes hissing as he let the air out. An angry rumble coming out of him as he remembered what exactly he came to say– "Optimus, are you telling me that you joined Scorponok's guild and helped him take my territory?"
"It's Maximotor's territory now, 'Hide." – The Autobot leader replied, quite proud of the victory his guild had over Ironhide's.
The Topkick rumbled again, cannons whirring as he tried to calm himself. – "This is the last time I play Perfect World with you, traitor."