Corridors “Dear Primus, Wildrider, you look like slag, and I don’t mean the Dinobot, either!” Drag Strip exclaimed as he almost tripped over his comrade’s severed arm in the process. Bending down, the yellow mech picked up the arm and tossed it over to ‘Rider. “Here, you lost that.”
“Thanks,” Wildrider commented as his arm smacked him in the face. “Appreciate it.” Reaching out with the arm that was still attached, Wildrider somehow managed to grasp his severed appendage. Not without pain, but, eh.
“I’m going to shoot that damned thing between the optics when I see it, ‘Rider! I swear,” Drag Strip threatened, not knowing how Wildrider would react and not really caring.
“You can
try,” Wildrider commented, hissing in agony as he twisted around in the puddle of his own energon. “But it’ll probably end badly for ya.” Of course, at that moment, Colonel Bonkers decided to make his entrance. Very theatrical pup, he was. Or had good timing. Either way.
“Dammit! I can’t get a clean shot! Breakdown, you're in a better position. Shoot it!”
“Hey, hey! You better not shoot him! He’ll go nuts! And so will I!” Wildrider threatened from the floor, brandishing his severed arm like a club. Casting his optics over to the beast in question, he shifted to get a bit of a better view of what was going on.
Colonel Bonkers snapped his jaws mere breaths away from Dead End’s face, flicking some sort of slobber over the pessimist’s faceplate. Ah, classic. It let out a woof as
Dead End rammed his knee into Colonel Bonker’s belly. Momentarily stunned, something hot and painful clinked across his shoulder. The beast’s angry optics fell upon Breakdown.
It happened in an instant. Suddenly,
Breakdown was falling back, a gash through his chest. Colonel Bonkers had lunged off of Dead End to strike at the paranoid one with blinding speed. However, now exposed, it looked to Drag Strip next when its ears suddenly perked up, glancing back down the darkened corridor.
Colonel Bonkers let out a soft whine, head lowered, retreating past Drag Strip to cower behind the fallen form of its owner, Wildrider. Soon Wildrider could hear it too. The thundering rumble of a diesel engine. The dull roar of a swift and large approaching mass of hate.
“Uh oh…” Wildrider winced. This was gonna hurt a lot more than Colonel Bonker’s welcome home present.