mechanicalonslaught:

Instead of denying Motormaster’s assumption or even answering it at all, the Combaticon leader resorted to a sour retort.

“…except that Swindle is gone.”

There was a sudden irritation in his voice, maybe because of the missing team mate, maybe because he felt somewhat caught. He noticed his own slip and quickly continued talking to gloss it over.

“But luckily, my other team mates do have their own respective qualities. I’m not sure about your criteria, but in my book, a pretty face isn’t everything.”

Motormaster just snorted in response. He didn’t feel any twinge of sympathy for his fellow gestalt leader, although he had the grace not to be pleased by the news. As oily as he was, Swindle was a likeable mech; timid when cornered.

In any case, a victory won with a cheap shot was still a victory. 

‘Hn, good thing I got a pretty face and a thick cord.’

titanicdrone:

roadruler:

‘Hmm. Haven’t met the mech.

Good to hear you’re a loyal ‘con. Too many self interested pacifists around these days…’ Motormaster’s mind wandered over to Onslaught for a moment. Although he certainly wasn’t a pacifist, the Combaticon leader was certainly self-interested. He didn’t seem to care much for the Decepticon ideology.

‘Drone-that mean you all look the same? Like them Seeker air-heads?’

Fearstorm decides that he likes this mech. He seems to have the right idea, what with his value of loyalty and his apparent disdain of Seekers. “We do, mostly, except I’m freakishly big for my kind. And we have different sparks and personalities and all that, but we’re pretty much the same otherwise.” 

He gives a derisive snort through his vents. “Most of us are roadsters, and some of us are jets, but we’re not like Seekers. We don’t preen half enough, for one.”

Motormaster chuckled.

‘Hn, I like big things. I’m bigger than most vehicles round here too.’ He leaned forward as if what he was about to divulge was of grave importance;

‘Same size as Optimus Prime.’ 

He leaned back again nonchalantly, lounging in the chair he was sitting in.

‘We got plenty of them bird-brains, not enough grounders, so  Megatron created me to be the new king of the road.’

Meanwhile, on patrol

recklessprankster:

roadruler:

‘Henh, I’m doing you a favor.  Too young and pretty. Real mechs have some rust on their frame.’

The snarled in pain as the shot to his hand almost made him lose his grip and shattered his concentration. 

Taking a short moment to recover, he then charged over to Sideswipe’s position, swinging again and reducing the rock to a shower of stinging hot chunks of rubble and dust. It felt satisfying to destroy something, even if didn’t bleed.

‘C’mere!’

I like keeping a good appearance. -That last swing from Motormaster’s sword completely demolishes the rocks Sideswipe is taking cover behind.- You call that an attack?

-As much as he runs off at the mouth, it’s sheer stupid luck that he manages to keep his helm on his shoulders. But the barrage of rubble slamming into him causes the frontliner to gasp out and grunt in pain as it hammers his plating. 

Trying to get away– practically scrambling now to get to his pedes– his movements are slowed from him trying to shield his helm from the shower of crushed debris.-

‘I can think of a better job for a prettybot like you than soldier!’

Motormaster lunged forward to plant one of his feet on Sideswipe’s aft, both for emphasis and to send him spawling onto his front. Luckily the red lambo was nimble enough to get away and Motormaster’s foot connected with nothing but air.

Regaining his balance he stopped for a moment to change the grip on his sword and flex his fingers. Nothing his self repair couldn’t take care of within a few cycles. Like most Decepticons, he preferred avoiding medical treatment unless it was life threatening. 

Motormaster was not as heavy and lumbering as a tank, but Sideswipe was still comparatively far more agile and it was wearing on his patience. Even so, it was clearly only a matter of time before the full force of one of Motormaster’s blows connected.

Luck was still with the Autobot for now though, as another sweeping pass of Motormaster’s sword only ripped through the space Sideswipe had been a short moment before.

He made an an annoyed grunt in frustration. 

‘Keep running!’

titanicdrone:

“You got that right,” Fearstorm replies with a sinister chuckle. Finally, a fellow Decepticon. He’s met a few on the comm net so far, but he’s also picking up an annoying amount of Autobot chatter.

“Yep. And you’re from that dimension where everyone has those things on their face.” He taps the center of his mask, where his nose would be if he had one. “I am Fearstorm, a Vehicon drone. I also serve Megatron but… hrrm.” His engine rumbles thoughtfully. “A different one, I guess.” 

Two Megatrons? Maybe there’s some advantage to this multiple-dimension thing after all…

‘Hmm. Haven’t met the mech.

Good to hear you’re a loyal ‘con. Too many self interested pacifists around these days…’ Motormaster’s mind wandered over to Onslaught for a moment. Although he certainly wasn’t a pacifist, the Combaticon leader was certainly self-interested. He didn’t seem to care much for the Decepticon ideology.

‘Drone-that mean you all look the same? Like them Seeker air-heads?’

paranoidracer:

roadruler liked your photo: H-Hey! I don’t panic like that! It’s not true! I.

Oh, err, Hi sir?

‘Breakdown…

Well.  At least you deny it.’

carofyourdream started following you

Meanwhile, on patrol

recklessprankster:

-He continues firing, smirk broadening when he spies some of his shots at least grazing over Motormaster’s frame. That slagging forcefield is a real pain in the aft.-

Oh sla– -Sideswipe ducks to avoid an over the helm swing from Motormaster’s sword and then dodge rolls again before his midsection would be sliced in half from another. The tip of the trucks large sword scrapes across his red chassis however, giving him a nice long, deep scratch. Sideswipe grits his dentae and hisses at the unwelcome feeling.-

Frag face I just got that done!

-He aims his shots now at Motormaster’s sword hand before moving again. Diving towards a rock covering to avoid another heavy swing.- That was close.

‘Henh, I’m doing you a favor.  Too young and pretty. Real mechs have some rust on their frame.’

The snarled in pain as the shot to his hand almost made him lose his grip and shattered his concentration. 

Taking a short moment to recover, he then charged over to Sideswipe’s position, swinging again and reducing the rock to a shower of stinging hot chunks of rubble and dust. It felt satisfying to destroy something, even if didn’t bleed.

‘C’mere!’

Ultimate Showdown

apexpredacon:

Underneath his battle-mask, Razorclaw’s face twists into an enthusiastic snarl. He doesn’t try to parry the blow, but rather just drops down to the ground, rolling to the side opposite of the strike’s angle with startling speed for a mech so large, and rising into a half-crouch at the end of the maneuver  He had been standing at twelve o-clock to the larger mech, and now he is at six. He goes from stillness, to sudden rapdi-fire movement, to utter stillness again.

There’s a part of him that just wants to dive in and tear at this mech until there’s nothing left but scrap metal, but Razorclaw reigns his instincts in for now. Every battle is a fight on two fronts—both against his opponent and against his instincts. There will be time for ferocity later. Right now, he needs to be careful and to stay on the defensive: that ionizer blade Motormaster’s wielding can end a fight before it’s properly begun. 

He darts forward, towards Motormaster’s side, but it’s a feint, and he couples it with a sideways leap. Even in root mode, the Predacon’s light on his feet. He can’t keep up this evasive dance forever. He knows he can’t outlast Motormaster (the other mech can go at this longer than he can), but he isn’t about to dive in yet. 

His sword remains in his subspace, his EM field still tightly-coiled and calm. The Predacon will continue to focus on dodging and feinting, watching Motormaster with all the patience of a stalking feline. He knows he’s playing a dangerous game. Stalling too long could only work against him, and it might work Motormaster into a rage that can’t be stopped, but Razorclaw’s going to gamble on the odds of being careful for now.

The corner of Motormaster’s mouth quirks downward at Razorclaw’s fancy footwork, spinning around to face him. He’s surprisingly fast and very agile, but Motormaster isn’t impressed yet. If the Predacon is going to dodge and roll, Motormaster is happy to stay on the offensive. The longer Razorclaw tries to evade, the more likely it is he’ll be able to land a blow. 

He stays quiet, concentrating on sizing up his opponent.  

Although he’s confident he could do this all day, he isn’t here to play games either, so he attempts to move in closer to Razorclaw to limit the time he has to react to his thrusts. He takes a less ambitious jab this time and narrowly misses, grinding his dental plates in annoyance. His sword is too big and heavy to attempt to grab Razorclaw with his free hand, and he isn’t fast enough to trip him up either.

titanicdrone:

roadruler:

‘Likewise. You new around here?’

“Sort of. I was actually created a while back, but I was dead up until pretty recently.” Fearstorm shrugs. “Had my spark ripped out. It happens.” 

He peers at his vid screen, tilting his head slightly. “You must be from that other dimension.” After all, Motormaster has a nose.

‘Hn. Better Autobots than Decepticons.’

Motormaster isn’t phased by Fearstorm’s flippancy about death at all.

‘I’m Motormaster, leader of the Stunticons under Megatron’s command. You must be from that everything’s-pointy universe.’

‘Just having a little fun with that foolish red Autobot, Sideswipe. He had it coming, henh.’

earthbound-dreamer:

roadruler:

earthbound-dreamer:

Oh, hi. Don’t mind me, I was just curious if you’re still there too after I saw Breakdown.

H e l l o     S k y w a r p!    H o w     a r e     y o u?

‘Hn. You’re all alone, aren’t you, Autobot?’

Physically? Not at all, sorry. But in terms of my gestalt? Yes. Unfortunately.

‘Hiding away in the Autobot base, I see.’