Author's note: I'm getting back into the swing of writing Transformers, and thought of these three hanging out together would just not leave me alone.

I definitely want to continue this, because I really love these guys and they won't scare me away easily. Of course, any and all comments on writing style, tone and the characters are welcome, and encouraged. :)

I also do not own any of these characters.

That said, enjoy!

Wildrider kicks a rock, watching as it tumbles down the cliff side and stops when it hits a fallen tree. "This is stupid."

Blitzwing snorts, wondering how long it would take Wildrider to reach the bottom. "You're stupid," he tells him.

Brawl's engine rumbles low, his treads stomping as he stalks towards them, "You're both stupid." He looks around, taking in their surroundings and glaring. "What are we supposed to be doing here again?"

"Idiot. We're securing the mine," Blitzwings says, rubbing some dirt between his fingers and grimacing.

"Makin' sure those dumb Autobots don't get involved. I almost wish they would though." Wildrider turns away from the edge, hands on his hips. "This is boring."

"Agreed," Blitzwing says, "for once."

"Yeah, me too! What's the slaggin' point in sending fighters when there isn't any fightin' to be done, huh?" Brawl wasn't a thinker, but he knew there was definitely something fishy going on here; the mine didn't look like it had been used in years, which was never a problem for Megatron, but why would the Autobots have reason to suspect anything?

When he hears Blitzwing's huff of air through intakes, followed by "Obviously he was just trying to get rid of us," he wonders if Blitzwing is actually a mindreader. "Moron," Blitzwing continues, "you're speaking out loud."

Oh.

"You know," Wildrider interrupts them, wagging his finger, "I think I heard him tell Soundwave to round up a team to head down the coast, and he was gonna deal with things at the base."

Brawl tilts his head to the side, and Blitzwing squints his optics and stares off in the distance. "Slaggers are tryin' to get rid of us!" He continues, as if speaking to sparklings.

The Decepticons had pretty lax entrance qualifications.

Blitzwing focuses on him, optics still narrowed. "I get it, fragger. I think, if they don't want us around, we should just take a- well, an unscripted vacation! I hear it's busy season in Florida right now."

Blitzwing has never needed an accomplice, so when he makes the suggestion, he has his mind already made up - if they decide to join him, it's an added bonus. And an audience.

Wildrider cackles with such malicious intent that weaker Decepticons would be worried, but not Blitzwing. Blitzwing understands that while Wildrider may be crazy, he also trails pure fucking awesome in his skid marks, and Blitzwing knows this is going to be one hell of a vacation.

Brawl isn't fazed either, only grinning wildly and saying "I'm in," before transforming to tank mode. Brawl, of course, has the right idea - if they're going on an adventure, they'd better leave bread crumbs of chaos and destruction so they can find their way back, when they decide to return.