[voice] location--in motion

[sword_redemption]

[Drift may seem to be in a strangely upbeat mood. Because this?  This he can do. He's spent more of his life in a battlefield than anywhere else, and more time in the field than some of his new friends have been alive.]

[In other words, he knows this.]

[The post is voice because he's busy doing his thing.  And he doesn't want to take a break or risk traumatizing the weak of spark with what is likely very, very messy stuff.]

We need to coordinate air support.  Spotters, at least, to tell us the pattern: where and what we're facing. 

You don't have to engage; just spot and report. 

[Not really locked to Wing.]  ...try to be safe.  Don't do anything stupid. [A pause.] That's my job.

[Not really locked to Wheeljack]  You ever get those grenades ready?

[Not really locked to Annie.]  Where are you? 

[Not really locked to Noisy Boy.]  These, uh, these don't fight fair.  Might want to sit this one out.

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[permavoice]

[sword_redemption]

....[He knew he liked you, Blurr.]

We can work something out, I think. Let me get Wheeljack.

[He should probably not sound so happy.]

[raceme]

[Heh. It's all about teamwork, baby.]

Ohhhhh I'm sure sir Wheeljack will have a few things we can use. [Like those bombs he told Blurr he was planning to make.] What quadrant are you in now?

[sword_redemption]

That's what I'm hoping.

We're here [tralala coordinates between Vector's and Liege's places.] Think you can work with that?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack can be heard piping up from the background. And boy does he sound excited.]

You bet I'm in!

[raceme]

That worksforme. What me to lure some monster there already or should I tire them a bit first.

[Ey Wheeljack~ Blurr smirks.]Let's make some noise.

[sword_redemption]

[Drift is not picky. He looks around and spots a place where the junk forms a natural sort of bottleneck, maybe only wide enough for two mechs--or sharkticons as it were--to get through. He'll flip on the video, just long enough to project that to Blurr. ]

It's up to you. But bring them through there.

[He bumps Wheeljack's back, indicating the same gap.] Work for you?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack peeks over, tilting his head to get a clear view of the gap. Yeah, that'd do rather nicely. In fact...]

A little too well. Think we could rig the place?

[He's got some grenades and isn't afraid to use em.]

[raceme]

[Oh he knows where that is, he tried to memorize most of the landscape of the planet.]

I will give you enough time to get ready and set the bombs before I bring the party to you. Take care.

[Time to go find some sharticons and other nasty monsters, feel free to talk while he is gone. Blurr will reply in a bit.]

Bweh now reposted in RIGHT PLACE \o/

[sword_redemption]

Your grenades, your call.

If nothing else, they'd have to bottle up here. We could take them one by one while Blurr got a break.

[Because Blurr occasionally does take breaks, right?]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack gave a swift nod. He likes your plan, Drift.]

We better get in position, then. Don't want to be late for the party. If things get messy, you know what to do.

[He puts a grenade in Drift's hands, heading for the area that the Wrecker showed him.]

[sword_redemption]

[It is a simple plan. Drift like to keep it that way.]

[It doesn't take too long. The latest wave of sharkticon things is thinning out a bit. Maybe they've gotten a clue? Finally? ]

[He wedges the grenade above one of his hip sheaths so he can grab it quickly. Right now, he's still going with two swords/two hands. It's kind of a thing with him. ]

Just about ready, Blurr. Let us know when you're coming.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack situated himself by the opening, casually slicing along in case any Sharkticons wanted in on the action. Sorry guys, this is Drift and his bro time. No takers allowed.

His optics narrow when they reach the area, twirling his other sword idly.]

Our boy should be comin' up any moment now...

[And he was ready for the fanclub that would follow. His spark was practically aflutter with excitement!]

[raceme]

[And that's right, he's back. And look what followed him, a large swarm of middle sized monster and a much bigger one. It must be their mother or something because it looks pissed.]

Ihopeyouarenottiredyet.

[sword_redemption]

[It can look as pissed as it wants, as far as Drift is concerned. He's here to kill it, not ask it to tea. ]

Tired? Not even warmed up.

[He looks over at Wheeljack: you want to start this dance? Your grenades, after all. It's the polite thing to offer.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Just gettin' started, kid.

[Wheeljack looks almost flattered at the offer of going first, giving a smirk and waiting for Blurr to pass. As soon as that speeding bullet gets through them, the fight is on.]

Let's save our grenades for the queen.

[raceme]

[Blurr was that flash of blue that brushed near you Wheeljack, feel free to go. He will need a moment to catch his breath, though.]

I..will..take care of any of those ...who manage to survive pass you two..if that happens....which I doubt..... [He shows them the chainsaw in his right arm. Blurr got his own set of blades, even if he rarely uses it.]

[sword_redemption]

[Drift just has time to nod acknowledgement before Blurr zips through. ]

[He sweeps in with one blade, skewering the first sharkticon neatly in the head, spinnning to sweep his other blade at another's legs.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack isn't far behind, as when Drift bends down to grab that second Sharkticon, he rolls on his partner's back and grabs one attempting to leap from behind the second one, skewering it nicely on his blade. Once that one had been taken care of, Wheeljack slides off of the fellow Wrecker swinging his blade like a bat and sending the now-dead creature into another, knocking it out.

His wings slightly twitch in excitement as more keep coming.]

[raceme]

[It doesn't take Blurr much time (it never does) to recover and running around a again.

He's not as strong as his new teammates, he's very aware of his weakness, so he's using his speed to confuse the sharkticons and make them attack each other when they try to bite him.]

[sword_redemption]

[Drift would comment on his partner's panache but he's a bit busy with some new dance partners of the slavering and toothy variety.]

[What Drift lacked in style, he made up for in speed and the cunning of a mech who's been fighting for four million years: he slices one leg off one creature, following through with a kick that sends it tumbling backwards into the mass of the attackers.]

Anyone want to call dibs on the big one?

[Because, just saying, Wheeljack, that one looks like it could use a tasty grenade bonbon.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack nodded in approval at both Blurr and Drift's finesse in battle. Slightly different than his own, but nonetheless impressive.]

Think we can get her to open wide?

[He tosses a grenade up and down, sizing up the 'mom'.]

She's lookin' a bit hungry.

[raceme]

I can take care of the 'opening' part. [Blurr's quite sure he can move in time and not get bitten after getting the monster's attention. However he needs to get that thing's attention first.]

Drift, launch me. [He says as he dashes towards Drift.]

[sword_redemption]

[Drift never questions a mech's statement about his combat abilities. If Blurr says he can do it, he can.]

Got it.

[He waits for Blurr's lead, to see which side the racer is going to approach from, coiling his frame to get underneath him, and throwing his weight toward Blurr's forward momentum.]

Ready, Wheeljack?

[It's time to see if your pitching arm's as good as your swordarm. why does this suddenly sound kinky?]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack could only smirk at Blurr's immediate response to his idea, glad to see teamwork flowing as smoothly as this. He hopped out of the way just before Blurr dashed towards Drift, locking his eyes onto the blue blur's position.

Meanwhile, he readied the grenade that was attached at his hip.]

Ready as ever.

[He's definitely okay in the muscle department. Lobbing helps. It's typical for Wreckers]

[raceme]

[Blurr leaped towards Drift, giving him time to move, and his wheels landed in the palms of the other mech’s hands. Soon enough he was hurled into the air towards the monster.

The trick seemed to work as the beast's head turned to Blurr. After a few seconds, he changed into his alt mode in mid air, flashing his headlights to take the monster off guard before the change of weight distribution in this new form made him fall down. The monster moved its head backwards slightly and roared, opening its mouth.]