He had figured Onslaught would be upset, but being proved right wasn't any less stressing. The moment Swindle had stepped through the door, he had been tackled by Vortex. Mid-fall, a object that looked similar to a human 'frisbee' - only metal, and HUGE - bounced off Vortex's head, busting his visor. And while he struggled to get out from the cursing helicopter and his cracked visor, he found himself staring up at a very, very pissed off Onslaught. Putting on his best smile, he opened his mouth to speak, only to get out little more than a high pitched squeak. Which, if anything, seemed to only make him angrier.

"Where were you."

Oh, if only that were a question, meaning he had the option of not answering. But alas, it was not. It was a demand, he could hear it in the pitch, and feel it in his spark. He also had a feeling that if he opted out of answering, he'd end up worse off than poor, visor-busted Vortex. Who had still yet to get off. With a somewhat strangled growl of irritation at Vortex, as the Copter elbowed him in the abdomen, Swindle somehow managed to keep up his grin as he spoke; "Well, you see Ons'...when we got back. Starscream dragged me off, and somehow along the way...he ended up deciding for some...unknown reason...that it would be a good idea for me to stay with Soundwave and his Cassettes."

The look he gave him - a mix between belief, and irritation - quite possibly scared Swindle more than the glare he had been receiving earlier.

"Next time, call ahead and tell us before you vanish into some random mech's room." Onslaught sighed, and spun around. Walking off. The sudden, loud snickering from Vortex didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. Swindle didn't agree with the Copters humor, however. Giving him a quick, backhanded slap to the visor, and earning a yelp as the grey mech tumbled off, gripping his bleeding visor in 'agony'. "Oooowwwiieee..."

Swindle moved to stand, but paused at the sight of...something moving about on Vortex's chest plate. Something white...and slimy...and... "PRIMUS VOTEX!" Scrambling back, Swindle gave his Gestalt Brother a look of utter horror, much to said Brother's confusion. "What?" Glancing around, finding nothing, his expressed confusion only grew. Throwing his arm out, desperately and dramatically pointing to the...atrocity on his chassis. "WHERE DID THAT COME FROM!" His finger pointed straight to the white, and blue, squirming organic. The horrifyingly familiar WORM-like organic.

"Oh, this?" Reaching up, he poked the creature as he spoke, and Swindle could just sense the grin behind that mask. "From that planet, DUH!" Watching with glee as the worm curled around his finger, he completely ignored the ever-horrified expression on the smaller mech's faceplate. "...WHY!" "Will you stop yelling? You're scaring it!" Throwing up his arms, Swindle let out a mixture of words and sounds so panicked, scrambled, and blubbered, Vortex couldn't even find it funny. "Get rid of it!" He understood that.

Holding the worm close to his chest, almost protectively, Vortex shook his head. "No! It is mine, and I love it!" That did nothing for calming the Jeep former down. "IT'S MOTHER ATE YOU!" There was the feeling again, the feeling he was grinning under that mask. "So? He's so cuuute! Lookit that little wormy face!" Vortex, without thinking, shoved the worm right into Swindle's face.

The the Jeep-former let out a shrilly shriek loud enough to make Unicron wince.

And he then proceeded to scramble back, knock over a few optics, and sprint out the room faster than Blurr could blink. A look of horror and disgust etched into his features, he ran down the hall as fast as his pedes could carry him. Considering one hurt like Pitfire. Turning a corner, he found himself colliding with someone. Someone sturdy enough to just stand there, perfectly UN-phased, as Swindle was knocked back. Stumbling, tripping, and eventually falling on his aft.

Glancing up, Swindle stared with wide optics at the last mech he had expected to see. He got an equally quizzical look from the triple-changer. Before Swindle could managed to focus his currently scattered mind enough to form a coherent sentence of some sort, he was offered a hand. Giving it a somewhat suspicious look, he hesitantly took the offer, and was pulled to his feet.

"Sorry about that..." Glancing up, he gave the triple-changer a grin. "Astrotrain."

Authors Notes:: Someone mentioned they wanted to see Astrotrain again, so here ya go~ :D

Disclaimer:: Transformers does not belong to me, nor do any of it's Characters.