A Tuesday for Onslaught

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  1. Meta777

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    A simple one-shot on a day in the life of Combaticon leader Onslaught

    Characters/setting do not fall under canon continuities. Simply an imagination of Meta777

    His internal chronometer was the first prmary system to activate, declaring the Earth time to be 05:00 AM, and it promptly activated the energise sequence. Onslaught's processor whirred into life as his sytems booted up from recharge, and for a moment, he felt somewhat tired from the lack of activity in his mainframe. Within the next moment, he became more aware, and his primary neural network reactivated in time for him to transform.

    With a shifting of metal, he unfolded from his vehicle mode, the front cab splitting apart and twisting into legs, the artillery missile peice splitting into his arms, hands emerging from the weapons, as his plasma turret locked onto his back. With a heave, he pushed himself onto his feet and idly stretched his limbs, his joints hissing as his system finally exited recharge.

    Onslaught always preferred to sleep in vehicle mode (Said mode being a Cybertronian Artillery Mobile), an old habit of his from before the war. It was simply more comfortable to him, plus it kept his joints from locking up as often as those who did not.

    His quarters was empty, save for the massive rectangular rock at the back, flanked by twin storage units, the former of which he used as a desk to formulate strategies and plans, the latter for, well, storage. He had no use of anything other than the bare essentials.

    "Another day, another dollar." He mused, as he turned towards the door. The human species of this planet Earth always had a colourful variety of phrases to put to situations. Alas, Onslaught did not have an Earth job, hence he made no Earth dollars. Regardless, the past two months had been repetitive. There had been no missions, no Autobot incursions, nothing. Just plain nothing.

    Exiting his room, he, as he did every day, turned right and stopped outside Brawl's room. Typing in the command code, he entered, and walked over to the still form of the tank. Like himself, Brawl recharged in vehicle mode, a habit he had copied from his commander. Vortex called it sucking-up, but Onslaught appreciated the gesture of the younger soldier. For all his sheer power and size, Brawl looked up to his leader and was always eager to please.

    Onslaught knelt down and tapped the left cannon (Brawl's particular vehicle mode had three. Swindle called it overcompensation): "Rise and shine, Brawl. It's a beautiful day."

    Granted, he hadn't looked outside the Combaticon's base yet (They were positioned underneath a mountain, so windows weren't an option), but he had faith in the sun shining on a desert region. Nevertheless, the tank's engine rumbled to life under the outside stimulus, and after a moment, Brawl transformed.

    Onslaught was taller than the other Combaticon, but Brawl definitely beat him in terms of sheer bulk; the largest of the team without a doubt. And also probably the laziest, as he murmured blearily, optics dull and tired: "Morning, sir. Anything cool today?"

    "I'll check. Would you wake up Vortex for me?"

    Brawl nodded, and with that, the truck took his leave. Waking up the erratic chopper would pick Brawl out of the tired slump, as it always did; Vortex always did like to cause a commotion. There was no point visting Blast-Off or Swindle; Onslaught knew them well enough that they were awake by now.

    Treading casually through the base, he eventually reached the operations centre, a massive chamber covered with Decepticon technology; computers, a main screen, an Energon dispensor, boxes of ammo and repair supplies. Everything a mercenary team hanging out under a mountain on an organic planet needed.

    Swindle was on one of the three smaller terminals, playing the human game of Online Poker. Noting his leader's entrance, the silver-tongued jeep cheerfully said: "Morning, boss! Gotta say, weather forecast calls for a beautiful day today. You want to go out for a drive later, take in the sights? No price-tag on this trip, let me tell ya'!"

    If it wasn't for the fact his face was half-covered by a permanent mouth-plate, Onslaught may have smiled. As it was, he simply walked over, took the mouse, as humans would call it, from his subordinate, minimised the game, brought up another screen (Youtube, some kind of Earth car race) and clicked on the second tab.

    As expected, even before the screen display confirmed it, Swindle had been going through the human stock market again. Onslaught sighed and stated: "The human economy is inefficient enough as it is. Don't alter it further for your own taste. We need to remain discrete."

    Swindle sighed with exaggerated annoyance and shock, flailing his arms around to complete the effect: "You wound me, Onslaught. As if I would do such a thing!"

    "Of course you would." The truck replied, deleting the tab. "And a good morning to you as well."

    Leaving the smaller Decepticon to pout and go back to his poker game, Onslaught moved over to the Energon dispensor, grabbing the translucent cube that had a black O drawn on it (The letter represented which Combaticon the cube belonged to, of course). The dispensor was part of a brilliant scheme he and Swindle had hatched; using an Internet alias of the latter, they had founded plans for a technogically advanced wind-farm to provide energy for the nearby human town. As it was, they had tapped into the farm when it was complete; a free supply of energy, and the humans completely unknowing, since the wind farm satisfied their needs also.

    Onslaught set his cube into the machine and watched it fill with glowing blue liquid. He remembered a funny event, when Blast-Off had taken the O and B cubes, declaring that his name needed both letters, and requested that Onslaught and Brawl share the BO cube.

    Vortex had a job sorting out the dents on the other flyer's chest after Brawl had 'disagreed' with the idea.

    Regardless, Onslaught took the full cube from the dispensor, panels on his lower torso sliding open to accept it. He inserted the cube, and felt a satisfying wave of enpowerment slide through him as the Energon energised his systems. Perfect.

    Removing the cube and setting it next to the others, Onslaught moved over to one of the other computers, setting himself down in the chair and activating the machine. It would be productive to go over his planner, and to check to see if he'd recieved any messages. So, first off, he brought up his planner. According to the calender, it was the 21st of April, a Tuesday. Humans had such interesting choices in relation to days, weeks, months and so on.

    Anyway, today was predominently a simulation training day. Onslaught, were he capable of it, would have smiled. Despite the reptition nowadays, it was always nice to test out new strategies and tactics in a simulation; he found it very useful practice, and it helped him identify any lacking aspects of his team's performance.

    Onslaught never really did approve of the domineering nature of other Decepticon leaders, such as that of Motormaster, and even Lord Megatron. He believed that power was maintaing through respect, not fear or dominance. He respected his team, and they respected him; there was no fear or power struggles here, only loyalty. Weakness was to be learned from and to be turned into strength, not full-on removed. Even without the unique link that came with the ability to combine, Onslaught knew nothing but respect and loyalty for his troops. That was the aspect of a good leader. The Combaticons were brothers, and they were at their best when together.

    The noise of chatter revealed that Brawl and Vortex had entered, and the tank was currently laughing about a joke the latter had told him. Swindle exchanged greetings with them, and Vortex, sniggering in that demented fashion of his, went off to the dispensor while Brawl went to see what Swindle was playing.

    With the day's plan in mind, he turned his attention to his messages. He had three, and the third one struck him instantly; a mission request, personally prioritised by commander Starscream, who was managing the Decepticon presence on Earth. Onslaught was interested, but he decided to check the other two first. One was from Barricade, who had sent a list of things that made him hate Starscream.

    Onslaught chuckled slightly, earning an inquiry from Vortex: "What's so funny, boss?"

    "Starscream isn't exactly popular with his troops, Vortex. According to Barricade, his vocal processor is reminiscent of the strangled wails of a dying Insecticon."

    Vortex burst into laughter, cackling away, and Onslaught went to the next message. Surprisingly, it was from the Stunticon Breakdown, who had seem inclined to tell Onslaught about a good day he had, featuring a race with Dead End and how he had pulled a prank on a scout called Sideways.

    Onslaught was somewhat flattered that the racer had felt it fitting to send him a message. It wasn't that long ago, before the Combaticons had relocated to Earth, that he had given the Stunticons, excluding Motormaster, the option to join his team if they ever needed to. Put bluntly, they hated the Stunticon leader, how he was cruel and hate-filled, and Onslaught disliked those who ruled with fear, so he had decided to see if the four of them would want to relocate. A Decepticon he may be, but he was above such petty tyranny as other higher-powers loved to indulge in. How could one win a war if one could not truly depend on their soldiers to remain loyal?

    Regardless, the Stunticons had ultimately turned him down, since they had their own missions, but Drag-Strip assured him that they would contact him if they changed their minds. Onslaught mused on having four extra team-mates, and considered a Bruticus made of nine Decepticons. The thought made him chuckle.

    He sent Breakdown and Barricade respectively themed replies, before bringing up the message from Starscream. It was a job offer to raid a human test facility of an experimental reactor system. A crude concept, but the jet had remarked that Soundwave could improve the device into something that would definitely help off-world war efforts, so that was okay.

    Stealing tech from humans was a pitifully easy concept, and something to break up the routine, so Onslaught accepted. Coordinates and timings (later today, in fact) were provided, and the reward was tantalising; spare parts for repairs, ammunition and a Dimension Distorter!

    Lord Megatron was clearly in need of energy supplies if he was willing to provide such a powerful device, one that could split the fabric of space into a concentrated black hole, so it was clearly obvious this job was going to recieve best priorities.

    A glance at the base's scanners revealed only four Combaticons present, so Onslaught activated his com-link and contacted the missing soldier: "Blast-Off, acknowledge; where are you?"

    "Onslaught, my friend: I am currently situated upon the Moon. I must say, while the organic infestation that pollutes this planet is disgusting, the Earth itself looks quite beautiful from this view."

    "Take a picture for me, and return to base. We have a mission."

    "Ah yes, the foolish Starscream requires our help, again. Very well, I am returning to base. Can't have a mission without the most competent of our number."

    Onslaught chuckled: "No we cannot. Onslaught out."

    Deactivating his comm, he stood up and moved to the main screen, before turning to the other three and declaring: "Combaticons, line up."

    There was no mistaking the commanding tone, and they moved instantly; Brawl was first in line, as per usual, and the other two moved to flank him, Swindle asking: "What's up, boss?"

    "Starscream has provided us with a mission, one that could see us with impressive results should we succeed."

    "I love results!" Vortex cackled, flexing his rotors in excitement. "What's the job?"

    He was interrupted by Blast-Off's return. The Cybertronian jet entered via a hatch in the ceiling, transformed, and landed gracefully next to Vortex. Just like the other Combaticons, Blast-Off had not taken an Earth disguise; as if one with a superiority complex as big as he could tolerate adopting a crude design.

    Regardless, he asked: "What is our mission, Onslaught?"

    The answer was simple: "We are to raid this facility-" He slid over to the compter and brought it up on the main screen so the others could see. "-And steal a device from the humans for Commander Starscream. In exchange for our service, we will recieve additional supplies."

    He considered telling them of the Dimensional Distorter, but such a powerful weapon was better kept under wraps until it was need; due to their rarity, they were best used as last resort or truly important sieges.

    Regardless, he moved back in front of his team, whom were exchanging glances, and said: "We will strike quickly and efficiently, as we always do. Vortex and Blast-Off will remove any obstacles and defences, Brawl and Swindle will maintain a perimeter, and I will personally retrieve the device. Objectives may vary depending on changes of events. Now then, are we ready?"

    "Yes sir!"

    Onslaught nodded in appreciation of their swift decision. "Excellent. Let us prove our worth once more. Combaticons, mobilise!"

    With a shifting of metal, three Cybertronian vehicles emerged from the entrance of their base, disguised with a holographich generator, while the two flyers soared out of the entrance higher up on the mountain. As one, the team moved out for their objective.

    Not the average Tuesday he had grown used to these past months, but Onslaught had no objections.
     
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    A second chapter! Hooray!

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    The nearby cover of the forest was perfect for the intended purpose of hiding. Granted, the Autobots had long since gone, but nevertheless, cover was necessary in case their flyer came scouting around.

    Blast-Off felt disgust ebb at his thought-track, seeing all the disgustingly brown and dirt-covered botanical organisms around him, the filthy 'trees'. He hated them, especially the leaves they dropped and the abominable excretions of the feathered freaks that nested on them. He hated organic life.

    But right now, he and his team needed the shelter. The mission to retrieve the generator had succeeded; Swindle, sat nearby, was cradling the device, but alas, there had been a critical set-back.

    Propped up against a convenient and massive boulder, Onslaught winced slightly as Vortex soldered another wire shuts. The Combaticon leader was heavily damaged; his lower abdomen was torn, claw marks raked across his body, and his right arm had been torn off. The truck had come off worse in the fight with that old experiment of Shockwave, the Autobot berserker Grimlock.

    The jet glanced at Brawl, whom was visibly shaking, clutching the severed arm as if it was the only thing keeping him from flying into a rage, which it probably was. As Onslaught's protege, and seeing the older warrior as a friend and mentor, Brawl was obviously disturbed by the horrendous damage to his leader.

    Times like this, Blast-Off mused on how Brawl, for all his massive power and brutal ferocity, was truly child-like in terms of intelligence; without a guiding presence, he was lost and confused. It was sad, and Blast-Off felt a twinge of pity under his cold mind-set.

    Vortex heaved a sigh of frustration, an odd change from his usually demented nature, and grunted: "There. That's the best I can do. Most neural connections and Energon pipes have been repaired, but there's still some deeper in the cavity that I can't reach. You called the Darksyde, right?"

    "Of course." Swindle huffed, rolling the generator around on the forest floor. "Sent a medical call, priority-1, and an add-on of mission success. Slipstream is on her way."

    "Thank the Allspark." Brawl murmured.

    Onslaught had been silent for a while, but he finally spoke up: "Don't be dejected, Vortex. If not for you, I would have bled out long before help arrived."

    The helicopter simply nodded, and Onslaught couldn't help but mentally smile at the thought of the Combaticon's feared interrogator holding decent skills in first-aid. Turns out, in all the times he had taken a 'Bot apart, Vortex had learnt how he might put things back together.

    But while he was decent, he was no qualified medic, and Onslaught hoped Slipstream would arrive soon. His body ached, his processor vibrated with warnings of Energon depletion and the stump where his arm had been before the savage theropod had ripped it off was hissing with agony.

    Brawl seemed anxious, and so he addressed the tank: "Calm down, Brawl. I'm not going offline today. You can stop crushing my arm."

    The tank blinked, before tilting his head in apology, easing his grip on the severed limb, still looking anxious. Swindle chipped in: "Yeah, Brawl; Onslaught's been in tougher scrapes than this! Remember the Crystal City Campaign? That was bad."

    Vortex laughed: "I recall you didn't come off too well yourself, Swindle!"

    "Shut up."

    Onslaught and Brawl chuckled at the memory, Swindle looking ready to punt the generator in the helicopter's face. Blast-Off shook his head at his team-mate's antics; while he did respect his comrade's capabilities in battle, cooperation and as pieces of the great Bruticus, he certainly didn't respect such silly comments in a relatively dire situation. Granted, Onslaught was not on his death-bed, but Blast-Off didn't like how he looked.

    He made a note to find that foul theropod, and make him pay for what he did to his leader.

    Vortex noted his musing and hollered: "C'mon, Blast-Off, lighten up! Onslaught ain't dead, and you're just pouting over there! Hey, Brawl, lend us a hand in cheering up Blast-Off!"

    The tank, for once, caught onto the pun and held out Onslaught's severed arm. Swindle burst into laughter, Vortex cackled and the Combaticon leader himself had to restrain an outburst of laughter. Brawl seemed rather perturbed at having used his mentor's severed arm for Vortex's joke, but smiled nonetheless.

    Blast-Off huffed and did his best to ignore the crazed flyer.

    Suddenly, mercifully, the forest air was imbued with the sound of jet engines. Everyone but the wounded truck looked up, and noted the approaching form of an F-117 Nighthawk jet, a native stealth fighter used by the humans, and the alternate mode of Slipstream.

    "Excellent." Onslaught said. "I really do want my arm back on it's joint, you know."

    "Slipstream will fix you, sir." Brawl hollered happily, cheered up with the view of hope, waving the arm around to catch the femme's attention. "You'll be better in no time!"

    "No time like the present." Vortex added, starting to laugh again, the tank and Swindle joining in as Blast-Off sighed with remorse over the dwindling health of his sanity.

    The stealth fighter transformed in mid-air, shifting into the sleek form of Slipstream's robot mode, and landed before them in a graceful manner, before standing upright, her Energon repair ray that composed her right arm energised and ready. Brawl and Swindle swiflty pranced over to her, bearing their unique greetings:

    "Slipstream! Thank the Allspark you got here! Can you fix Onslaught?"

    "Slipstream! My, we Combaticons don't like Earth tech that much, but you make it look good."

    Onslaught and Blast-Off exchanged a glance that signalled how impressed both of them were with how quickly Slipstream changed from kindly medic: "Don't worry, Brawl, I have him up and running in no time." to cold assassin: "Shut up, Swindle, and show me the patient."

    Vortex backed off to give Slipstream room, as she said fondly: "Onslaught. So glad to see you again, thought I had hoped it would be in better conditions."

    "The feeling is mutual." He replied, wincing slightly as she knelt down and prodded his wounds. "Despite this setback, we were successful. The Autobots failed to stop us."

    Slipstream rolled her optics at the truck's persistent focus on the mission, as Brawl tentatively placed the severed arm next to her: "Of course. Good job on the soldering, Vortex; this makes my job easier."

    The helicopter flexed his four arms proudly: "Of course. I am brilliant, after all!"

    "Brilliant at being obnoxious." Blast-Off snorted.

    Swindle sniggered as Vortex menacingly flexed his rotor blades, and Onslaught chuckled slightly, Slipstream applying pure energy to his innards to stimulate faster recovery, the pain already fading away from her administrations. Brawl was hovering, of course, but Onslaught appreciated it.

    "Hey, Onslaught, are you sure you want your arm back? I always did like your missiles."

    He appreciated Swindle's concern as well.

    All in all, not a terrible mission. Tuesday had not been bad at all.
     
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    brilliant story! bravo! i now love the Combaticons (especially Onslaught) MORE than ever! you've made my summer. can't wait to read more :D 
     
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    Next chapter, featuring someone I know you lot will love


    Three days after their mission, Slipstream had finally deemed Onslaught fully repaired and ready for anything. Much to his dissapointment, Swindle had noted during that time that the jet seemed quite interested in Onslaught, far more than mere professional interaction.

    Well, not like he could blame her. After all, Onslaught was powerful, intelligent, respectful and cared for his soldiers. A femme like Slipstream would definitely find such a combination appealing. Still, he was a bit annoyed that his own chances with the medic had gone down the Pit.

    No use crying over spilt Energon, he supposed. Swindle decided he may as well get something productive done now that Slipstream had returned to the Darksyde.

    Now, truth be told, Onslaught had forbidden him from interfering with the humans. They were crude and simple creatures, he said, and he should not risk exposing the presence of Cybertronians to them. But Swindle couldn't help it. He was a salesman by nature, and he had an entire planet worth of sentient buyers! And look how well the wind-farm plan had turned out. Even Blast-Off could never deny the usefulness of that scheme.

    Now, the generator they had stolen was not the only thing that research facility had been developing. During Onslaught's raid, he had taken the liberty of hacking their systems and discovered plans of another prototype; a rail-gun, a device that fired a metal slug at mach speeds via magnetic 'rails', hence the name.

    Such a juicy toy should certainly not be in simple human hands! Swindle had to get it!

    And thus, as the entrance to their base opened to let him outside, Swindle revved his engine, ready to retrieve a glorious prize that may lead to either a glorious new weapon or a glorious sale to some other Decepticon. Either way, he won, and no-

    "Where are you going?"

    The jeep skidded to a halt and transformed, and he swiftly adopted his innocent posture as Brawl stepped over to him, the tank having been looking around at the trees or something when Swindle had appeared.

    "Why, Brawl, just for a drive! See the scenery, take in the sunlight! It's a beautiful day, you know!"

    He may be unintelligent, but Brawl was not stupid: "You're going on a personal errand, aren't you? Onslaught said you shouldn't mess with the humans."

    Swindle scoffed in mock hurt: "Brawl, you wound me! As if I would do that! I'm only going for a drive! Not a crime, right?"

    Swindle may have the silver tongue and the keen wit, but alas, he lacked the physical intimidation of the larger Combaticon, whom stepped over to him, casting him in shadow and rumbled: "Where are you going, Swindle?"

    Brawl's strategy worked, and he sighed: "Fine. I was off to that facility we nabbed the generator from. There's another thing there that can be quite useful."

    The tank didn't look convinced, and reached for the jeep, intending to drag him back into base and report this to their leader, but Swindle jumped back and squeaked: "Wait, Brawl, hear me out! Look, they've got this weapon at that place, something that could become really powerful if fully developed. If we get it, not only do we deny the humans any chance of building a really great weapon, but we have it for ourselves! I could remodel it, give you a new gun!"

    "I do like guns." Brawl mused, pausing to contemplate this. "But we got the generator. We don't need to get something we already have plenty of."

    Swindle put on his best, as the humans would say, kicked-puppy-face: "But Brawl; think of how proud Onslaught would be when we bring him this epic weapon! We could give it to him as a gift, to show how much we appreciate him being better now!"

    Swindle may be playing cheap-shots with exploiting Brawl's desire for respect and pride, but at least it was working; the tank seemed more willing at least to listen and even agree. And hey, not like he was lying; he really did appreciate his leader being healthy again. Despite the constant reminders against avoiding humans, Onslaught was a great guy.

    Finally, the tank nodded: "Alright. You can go and get the weapon. But I'm coming too."

    "That's great! I could use an enforcer!" Swindle cheered, already back into vehicle mode and ready to roll: "C'mon, big guy, I'll race you!"

    "You're on!"

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    The drive was relatively fast, since they were of course having their race. Swindle may be a smaller and better-designed vehicle for speed, but tanks weren't as slow as you might believe, especially an advanced Cybertronian one. So, the race was relatively even, and Swindle's excitement was growing. Soon, the rail-gun would be his, and with Brawl, extorting the device from the humans would be that much easier.

    The facility was soon in sight, and the two slowed down, the jeep having won the race. The building was obviously in a repair stage, judging by scaffolding around the hole Onslaught had shot in it. And within the place where the generator had come from, there was an even greater prize.

    "Alright, Brawl, we'll just drive up, threaten to kill them, take the gun, and be on our way. Won't need to transform, pretend we're advanced drones from some other country and bingo, we don't have to worry about blowing our secret."

    "Okay."

    Brawl's central cannon, the largest one and the best mortar Swindle had ever seen, charged up power, ready to deliver an introduction shot. The jeep inwardly smiled: This day was going to be great!

    And then it wasn't great. Why? Because a search-and-rescue helicopter descended from the sky, hovering just out of their weapon range. Normally, the Combaticons wouldn't be concerned about some stupid human helicopter, but then, it was fairly obvious that this wasn't a human helicopter.

    Especially when it shot missiles at them.

    "Autobot! Brawl, fall back!" Swindle ordered, and the two reversed in time to avoid the explosives. Turning around, they beat a retreat, the helicopter speeding after them; if one Autobot was here, especially because it was their flyer, then the rest would not be far behind.

    The missiles exploded behind them, and Brawl's side cannons rotated backwards to fire retaliation shots. Swindle was annoyed, sure, but once they reached the forest, they could easily avoid the helicopter.

    Problem was, he wasn't the only Autobot. Two sports cars and a tanker truck were in front of them, running an interception path. Brawl's mortar fired at them, and they swerved to avoid it, though the silver car spun off-course when the mortar's shockwave caught him. The other two pressed on, and Brawl transformed to engage.

    The Autobots responded in the same manner, and Swindle was unnerved to see the tanker truck had become Grimlock, the beast that had wounded Onslaught. With a terrifying roar, the Autobot berserker lunged at Brawl, whom charged him head-on, the two titans colliding into savage battle.

    Swindle transformed as well and pulled out his Ion rifle to lend Brawl a hand, but the other Autobot was the damnable yellow scout Bumblebee, and he was firing his annoying electro-blasts at him. Swindle raised one arm to shield himself, and fired back in kind.

    Unfortunately, the day was going from bad to worse when the helicopter, Evac, transformed and landed before him, even taller than Brawl.

    "That's far enough, Decepticon." He growled, flexing his rotors, Bumblebee zooming off to help Grimlock, who was wrestling the larger Combaticon. "You made a mistake coming back. We knew you would, and we set a trap."

    "Great play you did." Swindle sneered, sheathing his rifle and pulling a grenade from his sub-space compartment. "Magnificent performance. I feel like I should reward such skill, so I'll make you a deal, fly-boy. See, this grenade I have in my hand is a real beauty; classic frag, but with an added twist of neural shocks that temporarily stun anyone outside the immediate blast-range, perfect for flushing out foes from cover. Now, I can give it to you for free if you would be so kind to let me pass. What do you say? Deal?"

    Evac seemed confused, before he snapped: "You're lying. It's probably a dud."

    Swindle shrugged: "Well, you're half-right. I am lying-"

    The helicopter threw his arms to defend himself as the grenade was thrown his way, and with an impressive explosion, he was thrown to the ground with a yelp of pain, armour smoldering from the blast.

    "-But nothing I sell is a dud."

    Normally, Swindle would spare a moment to laugh at how clever he was, and then finish off the downed fool with a head-shot or two. Unfortunately, such a plan was foiled by none other than the Autobot commander kicking him to the ground.

    Swindle groaned slightly at the impact, sitting up to glare at Jazz, who aimed his energy pistol at the Combaticon and stated coolly: "Don't move, buddy. The advantage ain't yours."

    Brawl staggered from the force of the theropod's tail slap, but managed to regain himself in time to dodge the lethal jaws and deliver a punch that staggered Grimlock. Bumblebee took this moment to latch onto the tank's leg, firing point-blank blasts into the knee joint. Brawl growled in pain, but managed to swat the car off him before his leg collapsed. Unfortunately, Grimlock was back and rammed him to the ground. Brawl struggled to get back up, but the tanker truck pinned him down with one foot and rumbled: "Stay still, or Grimlock bite your head off."

    Evac was back on his feet, and Jazz noted: "Alright, Swindle, we've won. Deactivate your weapons, and we'll take you and your big friend alive."

    For a moment, Swindle was overcome by frustration over falling for the Autobot's trap and facing imprisonment, but then he saw hope and grinned: "Sorry, Jazz, but the deal's off. I got a much better customer right now."

    Jazz's confusion lasted for a second before a missile sent him flying. The other three Autobots looked up in time to see Blast-Off swoop by. And better yet, Grimlock roared in pain as a missile struck his side, courtesy of Onslaught, whom unloaded a rain of plasma fire on the Autobots, Vortex above him also firing at their foes.

    The Autobots fell back, allowing Swindle and Brawl to get back up and join their comrades, who were in robot mode and ready to fight.

    "Onslaught, thank Primus!" Brawl cheered. "You saved us!"

    "Great timing, you guys!" Swindle cheered. "You always know when to show up."

    "Shut up, Swindle." Blast-off snapped. "And prepare for battle."

    The Combaticons faced the Autobots, both sides ready to restart the fight, but Onslaught did not seem in the mood for a drawn out battle. Instead, he declared: "Combaticons, unite!"

    The order was followed instantly, and Brawl transformed into his third form, forming the thick leg that hoisted up the hip and right thigh. Swindle also shifted and locked onto said thigh, as Onslaught latched onto the hips, Blast-Off and Vortex attatching to the truck as his missile launchers moved to the shoulders, metal locking together as the united brute reared up over his horrified enemies.

    "Bruticus online." The titan rumbled. "You may hamper the individual, but you cannot defeat the unity!"

    With that, he unleashed a missile barrage that sent the Autobots scattering, Evac taking to the air as Grimlock returned fire, his attacks sadly failing to affect the Combaticon combiner.

    "Bruticus outnumbered, but Bruticus shall win." The combiner thundered, before rearing up a leg and bringing it down in a massive stomp that shuddered his foe's balance, his Blast-Off arm aiming up to shoot a stream of fire at Evac, forcing the helicopter back.

    "He's a big one!" Bumblebee hollered. "Should we fight?"

    Jazz did not hesitate: "Drive, 'Bee. Autobots, retreat!"

    Grimlock seemed ready to protest, but the other two were already driving off, Evac moving to follow, and thus, the theropod transformed and made good his retreat. Bruticus watched them go, before declaring: "None defeat Bruticus. Bruticus is the strongest of all."

    With that, his mind went offline and the body split apart into the five Combaticons.

    Swindle heaved a sigh of relief: "Man, I love the power flow. How did you guys know we were in trouble?"

    "Brawl sent a message just before you guys left on your journey." Vortex sniggered. "We knew to come get you."

    "And of course, you ran into the Autobots." Blast-Off sneered. "You really don't think things through, Swindle."

    Swindle huffed at the flyer's remarks, mentally thanking Brawl's nature of sucking up, but when he glanced at the truck, he couldn't help but avert his gaze when he saw the tranquil anger in Onslaught's optics. Brawl too shivered under his leader's gaze, and when Onslaught spoke, no-one moved: "I'm dissapointed, Swindle and Brawl. Despite my constant orders, constant warnings, you two disobeyed me and almost ended up as the Autobot's prisoners. I expected better from my Combaticons, and you have let me down."

    "We're sorry, Onslaught." Brawl murmured. "We just wanted to get the prototype weapon-"

    "No, not we're." Swindle interjected, moving forward to face his leader. "Just me. It's not his fault, Onslaught, it's mine. I wanted to get the facility's other stuff, and I coerced Brawl to come with. I was the one who disobeyed you, and I shouldn't have, boss. Can you forgive me?"

    Onslaught paused, somewhat surprised and yet impressed by Swindle owning up. His anger dissapated, and he replied: "I accept your apology. But understand this; your selfish nature nearly cost you and Brawl in battle, and I can't afford to lose two of my team just because they wanted new things. And Brawl, you will not run off on errands without my permission, regardless of whether you want to impress me. You will not pull this stunt again, are we clear?"

    "Yes sir, understood sir."

    Onslaught nodded in satisfaction. "Very well. As punishment, you will both be cleaning the base; removing all dirt, tidying all messes, until the whole place is perfect."

    His tone softened somewhat: "And don't run off again. I'm not in the mood to lose more friends to this war."

    With that, he transformed and drove off back to base. Swindle and Brawl exchanged a glance, before Blast-Off remarked: "And when you two clean my quarters, be sure to leave it so wonderfull dirt-free, I could place pure Energon on the floor and not find any contaminations."

    With that, he flew off, followed by the sniggering Vortex. The two remaining Combaticons drove after them, and Brawl noted sullenly: "That was bad. I hate it when Onslaught gets mad at us."

    "It's alright, Brawl." Swindle sighed. "At least we had good intentions, and he wasn't that mad. Cleaning the base isn't too bad when you're always sure to carry the best cleaning products on you. Next time you pay a visit to that planet with the stockpile of purifying acids, be sure to take a few samples."

    Brawl laughed: "Sure. Not a problem."

    "Besides, I had this idea. Next Tuesday, there'll be a human science fair in a town nearby, and maybe we could see if there's anything-"

    "Shut up, Swindle."

    Swindle just laughed.
     
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    This is great. Love how the Combaticons are friends. (Though Blast Off seems harsher than the others)
     
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    True, Blast-Off is quite harsh. But he does care, he's just not as outward as the other four :3
     
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