Feb. 2, 2013
Prompt 3: Fighting for your life
"What have we here, mechs? A little Autobot far from home?" the Seeker sneered as he hovered before the gray minibot. His trinemates hovered around the minibot as well, blocking his way.
"Looks like it," one of the other Seekers said with a smirk.
"What do you think we should we do with it?" the third asked, looking on with a hungry expression.
The minibot, spark cold, lifted his rifle and said nothing. He had already commed the base. Reinforcement was three breems out. He didn't have three breems.
"Come on, little Autobot, you must have something to say!"
The Autobot frowned. "Not to the likes of you."
The Seeker snarled and lunged forward, gun forgotten, claws outstretched. The minibot whipped up his gun and fired, catching the winged mech on the side of the helm, leaving a long, black scorch mark. The Seeker let out a long keen and aborted his lunge, hurrying back to circle with his trinemates.
His two companions laughed. "Taken out by a puny minibot? Psha! You're getting soft! This is how it's done!" one of the others crowed, and trained his blaster at the Autobot. The 'bot ducked as five shots ripped through the air where his helm had been and blindly returned fire. One shot hit the Seeker on the thigh. The others missed.
The Decepticon snarled, examining the scorch mark. The minibot didn't bother even hoping he had disabled the Seeker. His blaster was low on power. It may have been a painful wound, but it was by no means even slightly hindering.
The shout of, "That little fragger burned my paint!" confirmed his beliefs a klik later. The other two Seekers laughed, though they kept their guns on the minibot.
He was done for. That much was obvious. Reinforcements were a long ways out. Barely a breem had passed since they had been dispatched. With a heavy vent, the Autobot resigned himself to his already certain fate.
And if he was already going to die, might as well go down fighting. He dropped his gun; it was useless now. A small dagger was pulled out of subspace and held, hidden, against his forearm.
"Come and burn mine, then!" he snarled, optics cold, hard, and empty. He had nothing to lose.
The Seekers, startled by the sudden defiance, glanced at each other. Then the burned Decepticon grinned evilly. "With pleasure!"
He flew forward, claws outstretched. The minibot leaned into the attack, plunging the dagger into the Seeker's side even as the sharp fingers ripped into his chassis plating.
The Seeker howled in pain, and his two wingmates were immediately on the little minibot, tearing and shredding.
The Autobot shrieked as armor, wires, and tubes were brutally ripped and torn and violently dismantled. His optics flickered, whiting out in pain. The Seekers were a flurry of energon stained claws and rumbling engines above him.
Then a set of thick claws ripped through the chest plate, and the spark chamber was crushed. The bluish spark flickered for a moment, then disappeared.
For a few long moments, the Seekers stood around the graying form. Then, "He probably called for backup. We should go."
Two nods met the statement, and the three Seekers ignited their thrusters and took off.
One and a quarter breems later, the minibot's reinforcement arrived too late, and carried his gray frame back to base.