[challenge] Rally Brothers

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Okay, not only am I in need of doing something light and fun, I've been having this overwhelming urge to do something OC-centric. So, this challenge is going to be centered around two of my TF characters, Freestyle and Relay. To put shortly, they're both special ops and, in their own way, tend to be mischievous and have a bit of a (rather well-deserved) problem with authority. You can check out a couple comics of them on my dA account.

Therefore, choose one or both of the Rallys and give me a prompt/character. Can't say how on the ball I'll be with these since I'm a little brain fried from too much sun, but let's give it a shot anyway! Need to get back in the practice as it is.

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Freestyle + Minibots - listening

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Whups, I uh... might've forgot about this for a bit, sorry^^;;
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It was tough being a minibot. Not just because the Decepticons regularly picked on and underestimated the little mechs, but because it also happened in among their fellow Autobots, as well.

"I'm gonna fraggin' end those two!"

"Jumper, calm down."

"I will not calm down! I'm absolutely done with those slag-sucking, analog-processor reject twins!"

"Brawn's got armory duty tonight. I'm sure he'd accidentally overlook a missing rifle or two."

"Windcharger! Don't encourage him!"

"Bee, c'mon. Those two have been asking for it. And what do they get for all the grief they give us? A 'stern talking to' and menial labor. That'll teach 'em, really."

"Sarcasm isn't going to help this."

"Sure it is! It'll help convince Cliffy to punt 'em in the aft!"

"Do you want to put him in the brig?"

"Well... not really..."

"Thank, Charger. You sound so concerned over my well being."

"Ya know, there are easier ways to exact revenge without getting caught."

The three minibots stared at each other. Then looked up from where the voice originated.

"What the-"

"Freestyle??"

The blue mech flipped down, landing in the middle of the three in a crouch with a (for him) mildly evil grin. "So I couldn't help overhearing your problem- mainly 'cuz I was in the air vent, eavesdropping on ya -and I think I could maybe help you out."

Cliffjumper crossed his arms with suspicion clear on his faceplates. Bumblebee and Windcharger weren't certain how they should be reacting to the sudden appearance and put their red compatriot between them and the odd Impreza. "Why would you" and by 'you' he meant 'a full-sized mech' or, in Freestyle's case 'a slightly shorter than average mech', "want to help us?" 'Us' being 'the far shorter than average mechs'.

"Would you believe that I'm an agent of Chaos and thrive off of throwing routine into disarray?"

"Actually, I really could," Windcharger drawled.

Freestyle grinned a grin that said he was up to no good and was loving every nano-klik of it. "Trust me. This will be the greatest show to happen to anyone it's not being inflicted on."