Sideswipe’s face twisted into something that resembled mock hurt, but it quickly faded to reveal his trademark smirk.
“Hey, at least I took out two fliers ya glitch.”
The red warrior nearly fell face first on the floor from his brother’s kick, but he was able to steady himself before taking a tumble. Sideswipe turned around and shot Sunstreaker a dirty look, but that to quickly faded when the golden twin ordered to have help getting to the repair bay. Sideswipe moved to place Sunstreaker’s arm over his shoulder and hefted his brother’s weight.
“You know, if you’re not nice to me I’ll sing the song. I’m sure everyone here would love it!”
He flashed his twin an evil smirk before he started to sing lowly so only Sunstreaker
“You are my sunshine my only sunshine….Should I continue ‘Sunshine?’”
Hex wasn’t surprised when he was man handled by the Security Officer, but what he wasn’t ready for was the strength Ironhide had used to grab him by the shoulders and lift him up off his feet. The young mech struggled against the old warhorse’s grip, but Ironhide held fast. Hex sneered at every word the large red Bot was spewing at him, and then without so much as a warning he was flung toward the wall where he struggled to stay on his feet. Hex slammed into the facade, back first, and slid down to the floor.
The silver mech stood back up, optics boring daggers into the body of Prime’s self-proclaimed body guard. He was ready to spit back an acidic retort but decided against it when he felt a fresh stream of Energon dripping from the wound he had patched up. He placed his hand over the gash and winced slightly before he pushed himself off the wall and began to make his way out of the Bounce Chamber.Medical Facility
Axle had arrived some time before the rest of the team and had already begun some of the repairs on Hot Spot. He focused on the Protectobot leader’s cranium when he heard the door slide open revealing the large, lumbering form of Hardhead. The warrior was carrying an unconscious Prowl slung over his shoulder. Knowing that the tactician was in capable hands leaving him free to continue his work, Axle turned his attention back to Hot Spot.
Without taking his optics off of the intricate circuitry within Hot Spot’s cranial unit, Axle overheard the arrival of Smokescreen. Thankfully Hardhead had also taken care of the diversion specialist by placing him into a CR chamber.
Axle placed a pair of magnifying spectacles over his optics and took hold of his soldering iron. The medic made quick work of the damaged wiring by re-attaching them to their respective locations. He looked up when he heard Jazz
call for help.
“Everyone’s in a CR chamber Jazz. I suggest you get into one as well.”
Axle went back to work and a few minutes later Hex stormed in.
“Axle! I need you to get this damned torn Energon line fixed.”
The field medic let out a heavy sigh, but continued his work as he responded to his young ward.
“I’m a little busy right now. Here…” He tossed Hex a medi kit. “You know enough to clamp it off until I’m finished here.”
Hex caught the kit and grumbled back at his guardian. He went right to work just so he wouldn’t have to hear Axle complain about the mess he was leaving behind on the floor.
Transmission from The Ark-19
>>”Ironhide. This is Bumblebee. I’ve been trying to contact Prime, but I haven’t had any luck. The Ark-19 was bombarded and we’re taking on a lot of water. Ratchet and I have tried to seal the breaches, but there are too many for just the two us to handle. We’ve engaged the blast doors, but there are breaches in areas of the ship that don’t have blast doors. We’re going to need to get bounced out of here so a repair crew can go in and get things handled. Ironhide? Do you know why Prime hadn’t responded to my comms? Is he okay?”<<