[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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[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.]

[sword_redemption]

[Drift takes the momentum of basically throwing the blue racer as a chance to change position, rolling to his side, coming up, swords in hands again, to slash at another of the smaller Sharkticons. Sometimes, a gun would be slightly more handy, but then he'd miss the intimate satisfaction of feeling the blade drive home, puncturing metal. ]

[He keeps one optic on the larger beast. He doesn't expect Wheeljack to miss; he's just trying to calculate how big the shrapnel blast will be and to try to swoop in and snatch Blurr if he needs to. ]

[It wouldn't be the first time he flying-tackled Blurr, after all.]

All you, Wheeljack.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Pretty resourceful. He had to give the agent credit on that, at least. Seeing the large beast's mouth open was like the gods showering light upon his target, and it was that moment he saw his chance. Tossing the grenade a few times to 'warm up, he rolled his shoulder and hitched it back, his eyes scanning for the best trajectory.

One grenade, one shot.]

Open wide, fella.

[His toss was powerful, and it arched up above the other two Autobots and straight into the creatures mouth. There was no telling when it was going to go off, but Jackie was going to make sure the others got out.]

Alright boys, we got maybe fifteen seconds.

[Nothing like cutting it close.]

[raceme]

[When you are as small as Blurr you need to be creative in battle if you want to be useful. he even ram over a sharkticon on his way down, but that was pure luck.]

Fifteensecondsisaneternity. [For him at least.]We will be alright.

[sword_redemption]

[Ramming the sharkticon on the way down was actually pretty resourceful, Blurr. How many other mechs can say they killed a shark by throwing a car at it? Other than Drift?]

[This is why he likes fighting.]

Clearing.

[As much as he wants to stay and watch the fireworks, he figures he can watch them from his rearview mirror just as well. He throws himself backwards, letting his feet kick at a lunging sharkticon as he transforms, racing away.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[And that was Wheeljack's cue to get out of there. He folded down into vehicle mode himself, backing up until he had enough momentum to successfully turn around. It was time to put metal to the pedal.

No sooner had he started to accelerate, catching up with the other two who high-tailed it, than the whole world seemed to quiet down. There was a slow rumble, obviously from within the beast as the bomb had ignited within it. The rest of what happened was so fast that Wheeljack couldn't even recall what had happened. The creature seemed to burst open, metal and sparks raining everywhere as the entire vicinity erupted in a sea of fire. Heat and sheer force hit the bots like a wall as they made their escape, and Wheeljack couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness that he couldn't watch his art at work.

Not that he had long to consider that, the force from the explosion flipped him as a vehicle, and sent him sprawling a couple dozen meters away. He transformed, rolling on his stomach, grabbing his helm as he saw what was once a Sharkticon queen now just a pile of rubble in a cloud of firey smoke.

It was beautiful.]

[raceme]

[Car-fu the best way to deal with those annoying pests. Those were some pretty impressive fireworks, WheelJack, Blurr was impressed. He was also a tiny bit worried when he saw you get flipped form a distance, he had more than enough time to get away from the heat wave radius.

Blurr came back running at fast speed, kneeling next to Wheeljack when he reached him.] You'reokaythere?

*wipes tears* that was beautiful, Wheeljack (They are clearly MANLY tears)

[sword_redemption]

[Drift has a lower road profile and a tiny head start, so he's clear of the initial percussive blast. Not enough ahead that he escapes the rest of it, though, and certainly not too far ahead to miss out on the show. ]

[He sees Wheeljack flip, and Blurr go after him. Right. Blurr can check on Wheeljack. Drift's job is to buy them time.]

[He skids to a halt, shifting modes, drawing his swords, and placing himself between any pursuers and the other two.]

How's he doing? We need to call for an evac?

[Better Wheeljack than Drift--he's not so good at, you know, accepting help and all.]

TWO MEN AND A BLURR

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack gets to his knees, showing obvious signs of aching, but more-or-less still intact.]

Heh, I think I'd be worse off if I went to a medic now. Kinda promised Ratchet I'd be fine.

[He rolled his shoulders and steadily got to his feet, using Blurr for a support. His mouthplate disappears as he looks around for any stragglers.]

Any others who want to take up the offer of a few free dents?

VERY TOUCHING. /hi fives you two \ (ﾟ◇ﾟ)ノ へ(ﾟ◇ﾟ )/

[raceme]

[Blurr's glad to see that no major damage is done and once they're both on their feet again he take a look around. There are pieces (small ones) of the Sharkticon queen scattered all around, some of them even crushed the other Sharkticon.]

Now... that's quite the impressive stomachache...

[You can't have transformers without bad puns.]

Sorry, needed to recharge my MANLINESS here

[sword_redemption]

[Drift shoots Wheeljack a look over his shoulder, while jerking one of his blades free from the last Sharkticon of this wave.]

Don't you know never to promise medics stuff like that? They tend to take it personally when you don't.

[That's 'when' not 'if'. As your robro (brobot?) knows all too well.]

[He snerks at Blurr's joke.] Guess something it ate disagreed with it.

[.....funny? Right?]

[Okay fine he'll leave the combat comedy to others, then. But at leas the tried.]