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[Laetificat]

Swiftwind
He heard cheering in a Cybertronian language he couldn't place. It sounded old though. But if someone was cheering and he had just been shot, it was safe to say it was their fault. Kind of. Okay, so it wasn't sound logic, but it was his logic, slag it! Pushing himself past the pain, he threw himself in the direction of the cheering and wrapped a servo around the mini-con's neck. Well... it was a micro mini-con since the mech was so tiny. Like three feet. He couldn't even get his entire servo around the Con's neck. Swiftwind was practically pinching it.

[Whirl]

Swiftwind
He heard cheering in a Cybertronian language he couldn't place. It sounded old though. But if someone was cheering and he had just been shot, it was safe to say it was their fault. Kind of. Okay, so it wasn't sound logic, but it was his logic, slag it! Pushing himself past the pain, he threw himself in the direction of the cheering and wrapped a servo around the mini-con's neck. Well... it was a micro mini-con since the mech was so tiny. Like three feet. He couldn't even get his entire servo around the Con's neck. Swiftwind was practically pinching it.

((OH I messed up Vos isn't that tiny I said he was 3ft taller than the average minicon ^^;; Sorry I must've worded it weird. He's like. 10-13 ft tall maybe?))

Vos

Vos squeaked in surprise, wailing and scratching his claws along the seeker's arm. His eyes went wide as his wires were almost crushed under the grip. His vocalizer popped and cracked as he tried to form words, even Primal was hard for him to get out. "Le...g-g-g-g..." his vocalizer finally failed, and he was left squirming and scratching.

[transalmon]

Skylight
Then they started fighting. Them. Grown-ups. What the frag. "Excuse me, can you please, stop? Stop!"
So that explains the mess of energon.

Airblade
Circuitbreaker told her to warp-- and he ran off. Hmmph. Forget saving him, now objective two: recapture this seeker. Along with Vos, the Decepticat now pinched in his servos. But then there's this green mech probably around his early twenties-- but something about him looks...fifteen. Like Airblade herself. Quickly she grabbed Swiftwind and Hex, then warped to the bridge.

[Laetificat]

Swiftwind
He glared into Vos' optics, his grip slowly tightening. "I'll crush his throat if you so much as consider gunning me down," Swiftwind threatened, his 'playful' personality if that's what you would call it gone entirely. Right now he was seriously injured and in extreme pain. Imagine backing a tiger into a corner. Now imagine backing a few more extremely lethal animals into a corner and they all decide to team up. That was Swiftwind. One didn't stay alive as a Wrecker for long if they were willing to surrender just because they were shot up. Or something like that.

[Whirl]

Vos

Vos tried to keep sounding threatening, well, as threatening as a scared and injured minicon could get. Instead of raking his claws down plating he decided to keep his hands on one spot and push down as hard as he could, hoping to make some sort of puncture wound. Too bad he didn't have a mouth, or else he would be biting too. His optics started welling up with lubricant at the sheer helplessness of the situation; something that didn't happen often. When it boiled down to it, as threatening as Vos tried to make himself, he was pretty useless in battle situations by himself. Somewhere in his frazzled mind he got the idea to send an emergency comm to Blitzwing, who was to his knowledge still in the bridge room.

[Laetificat]

Swiftwind
He was getting rather annoyed by the mini-con and was half a microsecond away from just ripping the little fragger's head off so he could be done here. "Keep squirming and your helm might just pop off," he hissed, wings tense yet shaking with pain.

[Whirl]

Vos

Vos went limp, but his vocalizer by this point had rebooted itself. So he tried out another tactic. "You...injured..." he drawled, voice coming out low and hoarse, shakily pointing to his wings, "Vos...did..." his optics curved upwards into a grin, maybe threats would get him somewhere. "Caaaan...do again..."

[transalmon]

Airblade
Then Swiftwind and Vos started fighting. More like: Swiftwind is ripping Vos' head off. And then the Decepticat started talking, pointing to his wings, and something about doing it again. Still kind of muddled, she walked up to the green mech. Shyly, which was wierd. She almost never felt shy around people, no matter who. "Er...what did you do? And..." she rubbed her neck, "...who are you?" Airblade was getting worried of what Vos is about to do, and the Autobot, boy, he was scary. Like, really scary. Maybe she should just retreat and leave him behind. No way a really furious 'bot would be behind bars. Nope, no way. No.

[BucketORandomness]

Circuitbreaker made it a few blocks before he realized the fantastic firefight he had imagined hadn't happened. His curiosity was aroused, but he didn't dare turn back. instead, he prepped the expando-foam grenade in his free hand and continued walking. Maybe if he could get somewhere with wires and parts, he could rig up a temporary fix to his comm. His pace was much slower this time, and he scanned the surrounding streets before crossing, though he didn't really car about the vehicles with humans in them. The pesky things could swerve and blare their horns all they liked, so long as they didn't get too noisy. Parts. He needed a place with parts...

[Laetificat]

Swiftwind
He brought his face closer to the Decepticon's and sneered. "I'd like to see you try," he said, hate burning in his optics. A part of him was surprised that the femme Con was so unconcerned about the whole situation and was actually... would what she was doing count as flirting? Well, she was obviously crushing on the green and red Con, but was now seriously the time for it?!