El Dorado Refinery - Meat Shield RodeoRunamuck chauffered the fifteen humans towards the hard at work Octane. One of the humans was lagging behind, whether or not he was tired through his ordeal, terrified beyond comprehension - well there were other massive monstrous robots stomping around the oil refinery - or dragging his heels trying to work out an escape route. The silver white battlecharger growled at the human and kicked him with just enough force to motivate him forwards.
The human landed face first on the ground in an awkward heap at the feet of the other huddled humans. As the helpless man did, Runamuck gave a twisted snicker of amusement as he waved his Friction Rifle in the direction of the human throng that was slowly getting bigger around the fuel guzzling tanker-con. There was a noisy scuffle behind him, and turning to see what the commotion was all about - it was no surprise that it was the Decepticon's resident pintsize trouble makers.
The pair of pintsized trouble makers - unaffectionaly called the Twin Terrors by Runamuck - were Frenzy and Rumble, and they were more than eager for a scrap with each other. But as Runamuck observed, Motormaster put the twin terrors in their place, and then become engrossed with something on the horizon, and as Runamuck observed Motormaster out of the corner of his optic, he noticed that the Stunticon's resident brutalizer was priming himself for something else. He had drawn his atom-smasher rifle and had turned towards something in the distance.
Looking over at his braggart of a commander, Runamuck set his optics to scan, and as he slowly scanned the distance, his built in HUD alerted him to the energy trace of a form of teleportation.
'So that's what's got the attention of Motormaster...Autobrats most likely....'He turned back to hold his rifle at the massed meatsheild around Octane, and at the same time he noticed Runabout hearding some of the remaining few humans towards the center of the refinery.
"I hope your Particle Beam rifle is fully charged...I think we might have some actual target practice soon..."
---------- ---------- Runabout slogged back with the few humans that he had managed to wrangle up, but not before he squashed one of them into the ground. He was less than happy with his lot at the moment, as he was covered in splatters of blood from humans. One from the human on the motorway that he had drove through, the human he had squashed with his hand when he fell earlier, and now the human covering the sole of his foot.
He seemed to be getting all the crappy jobs lately, but at least he was out and about. It brought a smile to his face that he wasn't cooped up on the Ultrax. He imagined that the massive Contemptor would be going crazy about now. Ahh that thought brought a smile under his faceplate...then he realised that after this was all said and done.. he would have to face him again. Tch one would have thought that the mistake all those vorns ago would have been forgotten.
'I guess some 'Cons just can't let grudges go..' Runabout would have gotten a slap upside the grill from Runamuck if he spoke that aloud. His more than capable brother knew that may decepticon's would hold grudges, but also Runamuck would not hesitate in reminding him how he managed to get himself into the predicament between himself and the massive trophy hunter.
Runabout was snapped from his thought process by the voice of his brother Runamuck.
"I hope your Particle Beam rifle is fully charged...I think we might have some actual target practice soon..."