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ajremixTitle: You and I Collide: How to (Not) Win Over the Family
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1345
Characters: Sandstorm, Slingshot, Skydive, Broadside
Summary: Repost. Family trouble- it was bound to happen.
Projected intel stated that there was most likely going to be a stagnant period while both sides regrouped after the last battle. Not so much from heavy casualties as it was opposing forces recognizing when the other had a strong enough defense that a direct attack would be futile and suicidal. Which was why Sandstorm was set to go reconning at first shift and why, when he missed the optimal timeframe for it, Springer gave him a nice, lengthy reaming. It took a lot to get Springer rightly furious, especially to the point where he was yelling. Mostly, when he needed things done quick and now, his volume didn’t get much louder, it was just forceful. It’s been a long time since Sandstorm last had Springer yelling at him and the orange triplechanger was thoroughly reminded that he never actually liked those times. Not because he couldn’t take the yelling but because every point Springer made was absolutely right and he had this nasty little ability to say all the right words to make someone feel guilty as all hell.
Since his scout had been missing Springer had to take the special ops mech assigned with them and send him on a quick recon. Because of that Sandstorm was given all the duties that mech couldn’t do (because he was doing Sandstorm’s job) on top of being put on double shift. So he’d done a perimeter ground patrol with Roadbuster (not an easy task already given the terrain and size), returned to base where he was then tasked with inventory and supply orders and then right back out to do air patrol with Broadside.
Highly annoyed with the situation (and himself for causing it) Sandstorm fumed silently the entire way and Broadside flew quietly beside him. He didn’t ask any questions (most he got the answer to just by looking at the smaller ‘bot) and flew just under nominal patrol speeds to let Sandstorm conserve his somewhat taxed energy reserves.
Sandstorm just couldn’t figure out how it even happened to begin with. Unless there was a debilitating injury his usual recharge was three cycles max so he never felt the need to set his internal alarm for anything over that time. Even when he had less recharge time scheduled he tended to online before his alarm came on anyway. So he flew and he stewed and he thought, paying just the minimal amount of attention to his scanners. He did see the blips coming up fast on his scanners, but they were Autobot signatures so he barely gave them a thought.
Until he realized the two signatures were Slingshot and Skydive. He knew it was going to happen but slag if he had the energy to deal with it right now. Broadside- thank Primus for wonderful, thoughtful (protective) Broadside –flew up until he was a veritable gray wall between Sandstorm and the two Aerialbots.
“Do you need our assistance?” He asked in much the way that said if the answer is negative, feel free to leave. And by feel free, it means without getting a boot to the aft.
But then it was also Slingshot he was saying this to. “I wanna say something to that glitch-processor of a teammate of yours!”
“Slingshot,” Skydive said in the tone of voice that went ‘I knew this was going to happen’, “we’re here to talk to him, not start a fight.”
“We’re on patrol. This discussion can wait until he’s off shift.”
“He’s right.” Skydive added, though it was more like ‘I told you so’. “We still have to return from our own patrol.”
“We already checked in and command knows everything’s clear.” Slingshot angled closer to Broadside. “I’ll go the whole patrol with these guys if I gotta, but I’m not leaving until we get an answer.”
Knowing there’d be no other way to shake the small jet, Sandstorm elevated so he was a level above the other Wrecker. “Alright,” he said in resignation, “what do you want to know?”
Slingshot moved right up next to him. “Stay the hell away from our wingmate.” He said flat out.
“Slingshot!” Skydive half-snapped. “That’s not what we discussed! We want to know what your intentions are regarding Fireflight.”
“Slag that! We know all about your use-and-abuse ways! You come near Flight again and I’ll stuff your thrusters down your faceplate!”
Sandstorm’s patience (not exactly a lengthy thing on a good day) was chaffing something fierce under Slingshot’s harsh commentary. “Surprisingly,” he said, just short of a growl, “I wasn’t planning on doing more than a one-time fling.”
“Good.” Slingshot grumbled back, descending slightly and beginning a slow loop back. “Keep it that way.”
“He wants to see me again.”
“WHAT?” Slingshot came back up so fast he nearly clipped Skydive’s wing.
Feeling more than a little smug at the reaction, Sandstorm said again, “He wants to see me again. Maybe you should be asking Fireflight what his intentions are.”
“Don’t even try to pin this on Flight! You think we’re stupid or something? You think just because we’re not some ‘all-powerful’ triplechanger with more firepower than working synapse we’d actually believe you? The mech that makes it his goal in existence to ruin every single ‘bot he ever comes in contact with? Give me a slagging break! We know you- everyone knows what you are! You’ll say and do anything to get what you want and once you get bored you’ll just throw him away broken and bitter! If you think I’m gonna let you utterly ruin our wingmate you’ve got corrupt circuits in that burnt-out cranial unit of yours!”
“Sandstorm.” Broadside said over a tight link, voice rumbling through Sandstorm’s chassis even as he tried not to bristle at the big mouth. “Let it go.”
“Let it go?” He hissed back, growing more and more livid with each word coming out of Slingshot’s vocalizer. “You want me to let this slag go? Where the fragging Pit does this little pipsqueak, slag-aft glitch get off?”
“Just let him rant. He won’t try anything and if he does, I’m here. But if you provoke him into a fight, I’m just going to hang back and let him dish it out.”
“Nice to know you got my back, Side.” Sandstorm practically spat.
“You start something you could otherwise get by without, that’s on you.” Broadside deflected the wind just enough to slow down half a length. Sandstorm growled but stayed silent. But Slingshot picked up on the irate vibrations and kept laying it on, thicker and thicker as he went.
They could feel the slight buzz of transmissions and knew Skydive was trying desperately to get Slingshot to stop but the white jet was ignoring him, on too much of a roll to even bother responding to his wingmate. There were a lot of things Sandstorm wanted to say. A damn lot. Except if he tried he’d probably end up saying something else totally different. And directly at Slingshot. And then it would be just not pretty after that so he kept his vocalizer quiet and tried to let it roll off him best he could.
Until Slingshot hit on this: “You think what we did to Powerglide was bad you haven’t seen anything yet! At least Powerglide has the ability to actually care every now and again. I’ll bet you haven’t cared for one thing in your entire existence, have you? Bet it’s all been just about you, jumping from one useful tool to another. Who cares who you step on so long as you’re on top-“
“You know,” Sandstorm broke in cold and smooth, “Fireflight has a pretty strong grip. Especially when you’ve got a hand up his turbine. Kinda makes you wonder what it’ll take to make him beg.”
“Silverbolt,” Skydive radioed in and winced internally as Slingshot banked off, swearing explosively as he seemed intent in running Sandstorm out of the sky, “I believe I’m going to need your help in breaking up a dogfight.”
“Tell him to bring an image capture with him.” Broadside added.
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1345
Characters: Sandstorm, Slingshot, Skydive, Broadside
Summary: Repost. Family trouble- it was bound to happen.
Projected intel stated that there was most likely going to be a stagnant period while both sides regrouped after the last battle. Not so much from heavy casualties as it was opposing forces recognizing when the other had a strong enough defense that a direct attack would be futile and suicidal. Which was why Sandstorm was set to go reconning at first shift and why, when he missed the optimal timeframe for it, Springer gave him a nice, lengthy reaming. It took a lot to get Springer rightly furious, especially to the point where he was yelling. Mostly, when he needed things done quick and now, his volume didn’t get much louder, it was just forceful. It’s been a long time since Sandstorm last had Springer yelling at him and the orange triplechanger was thoroughly reminded that he never actually liked those times. Not because he couldn’t take the yelling but because every point Springer made was absolutely right and he had this nasty little ability to say all the right words to make someone feel guilty as all hell.
Since his scout had been missing Springer had to take the special ops mech assigned with them and send him on a quick recon. Because of that Sandstorm was given all the duties that mech couldn’t do (because he was doing Sandstorm’s job) on top of being put on double shift. So he’d done a perimeter ground patrol with Roadbuster (not an easy task already given the terrain and size), returned to base where he was then tasked with inventory and supply orders and then right back out to do air patrol with Broadside.
Highly annoyed with the situation (and himself for causing it) Sandstorm fumed silently the entire way and Broadside flew quietly beside him. He didn’t ask any questions (most he got the answer to just by looking at the smaller ‘bot) and flew just under nominal patrol speeds to let Sandstorm conserve his somewhat taxed energy reserves.
Sandstorm just couldn’t figure out how it even happened to begin with. Unless there was a debilitating injury his usual recharge was three cycles max so he never felt the need to set his internal alarm for anything over that time. Even when he had less recharge time scheduled he tended to online before his alarm came on anyway. So he flew and he stewed and he thought, paying just the minimal amount of attention to his scanners. He did see the blips coming up fast on his scanners, but they were Autobot signatures so he barely gave them a thought.
Until he realized the two signatures were Slingshot and Skydive. He knew it was going to happen but slag if he had the energy to deal with it right now. Broadside- thank Primus for wonderful, thoughtful (protective) Broadside –flew up until he was a veritable gray wall between Sandstorm and the two Aerialbots.
“Do you need our assistance?” He asked in much the way that said if the answer is negative, feel free to leave. And by feel free, it means without getting a boot to the aft.
But then it was also Slingshot he was saying this to. “I wanna say something to that glitch-processor of a teammate of yours!”
“Slingshot,” Skydive said in the tone of voice that went ‘I knew this was going to happen’, “we’re here to talk to him, not start a fight.”
“We’re on patrol. This discussion can wait until he’s off shift.”
“He’s right.” Skydive added, though it was more like ‘I told you so’. “We still have to return from our own patrol.”
“We already checked in and command knows everything’s clear.” Slingshot angled closer to Broadside. “I’ll go the whole patrol with these guys if I gotta, but I’m not leaving until we get an answer.”
Knowing there’d be no other way to shake the small jet, Sandstorm elevated so he was a level above the other Wrecker. “Alright,” he said in resignation, “what do you want to know?”
Slingshot moved right up next to him. “Stay the hell away from our wingmate.” He said flat out.
“Slingshot!” Skydive half-snapped. “That’s not what we discussed! We want to know what your intentions are regarding Fireflight.”
“Slag that! We know all about your use-and-abuse ways! You come near Flight again and I’ll stuff your thrusters down your faceplate!”
Sandstorm’s patience (not exactly a lengthy thing on a good day) was chaffing something fierce under Slingshot’s harsh commentary. “Surprisingly,” he said, just short of a growl, “I wasn’t planning on doing more than a one-time fling.”
“Good.” Slingshot grumbled back, descending slightly and beginning a slow loop back. “Keep it that way.”
“He wants to see me again.”
“WHAT?” Slingshot came back up so fast he nearly clipped Skydive’s wing.
Feeling more than a little smug at the reaction, Sandstorm said again, “He wants to see me again. Maybe you should be asking Fireflight what his intentions are.”
“Don’t even try to pin this on Flight! You think we’re stupid or something? You think just because we’re not some ‘all-powerful’ triplechanger with more firepower than working synapse we’d actually believe you? The mech that makes it his goal in existence to ruin every single ‘bot he ever comes in contact with? Give me a slagging break! We know you- everyone knows what you are! You’ll say and do anything to get what you want and once you get bored you’ll just throw him away broken and bitter! If you think I’m gonna let you utterly ruin our wingmate you’ve got corrupt circuits in that burnt-out cranial unit of yours!”
“Sandstorm.” Broadside said over a tight link, voice rumbling through Sandstorm’s chassis even as he tried not to bristle at the big mouth. “Let it go.”
“Let it go?” He hissed back, growing more and more livid with each word coming out of Slingshot’s vocalizer. “You want me to let this slag go? Where the fragging Pit does this little pipsqueak, slag-aft glitch get off?”
“Just let him rant. He won’t try anything and if he does, I’m here. But if you provoke him into a fight, I’m just going to hang back and let him dish it out.”
“Nice to know you got my back, Side.” Sandstorm practically spat.
“You start something you could otherwise get by without, that’s on you.” Broadside deflected the wind just enough to slow down half a length. Sandstorm growled but stayed silent. But Slingshot picked up on the irate vibrations and kept laying it on, thicker and thicker as he went.
They could feel the slight buzz of transmissions and knew Skydive was trying desperately to get Slingshot to stop but the white jet was ignoring him, on too much of a roll to even bother responding to his wingmate. There were a lot of things Sandstorm wanted to say. A damn lot. Except if he tried he’d probably end up saying something else totally different. And directly at Slingshot. And then it would be just not pretty after that so he kept his vocalizer quiet and tried to let it roll off him best he could.
Until Slingshot hit on this: “You think what we did to Powerglide was bad you haven’t seen anything yet! At least Powerglide has the ability to actually care every now and again. I’ll bet you haven’t cared for one thing in your entire existence, have you? Bet it’s all been just about you, jumping from one useful tool to another. Who cares who you step on so long as you’re on top-“
“You know,” Sandstorm broke in cold and smooth, “Fireflight has a pretty strong grip. Especially when you’ve got a hand up his turbine. Kinda makes you wonder what it’ll take to make him beg.”
“Silverbolt,” Skydive radioed in and winced internally as Slingshot banked off, swearing explosively as he seemed intent in running Sandstorm out of the sky, “I believe I’m going to need your help in breaking up a dogfight.”
“Tell him to bring an image capture with him.” Broadside added.
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Date: 2011-09-26 11:16 pm (UTC)