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Primus, did the loser just—
Misfire stared, all but oblivious to the sparkeater gnawing on his arm, at the bomb falling through the air.
“Clear the area!” Tarn shouted. The DJD scattered. Misfire pressed himself to the ground as Kaon ran his way, but the blind mech was focused on his pet, scooping it into his arms and standing back up just as Fulcrum hit the ground. Thud.
Slag, and he just came back to life and everything. What a waste of a good chin.
As soon as the Peaceful Tyranny lifted off, Misfire was clambering back to his feet and heading for the crater. Had to save as much energon as he could if the K-classer was dead, after all.
Sure hope he’s not dead, though, not after all that, standing up to the fragging DJD with that epic speech. Wonder if he meant the bit about us. Really moving. What a nerd.
Cute nerd, though, even if he is a huge moron for even trying to pull that off in the first place.
Spinister reached the crater at the same time as Misfire did. Fulcrum wasn’t stirring.
Misfire locked gazes with his crewmate and winked. “Dibs on the chin if he’s dead; whole mech if not!”
Spin didn’t seem impressed, but at least he didn’t seem inclined to shoot. Misfire just grinned at him when the first pained groan escaped the mech below them. Score. Fulcrum’s optics flickered on, and Misfire knelt down to get a closer look at the damage.
So much for being a huge fan of survival.
“What kind of a stunt was that?” he demanded, gaze roving over the K-classer’s thrashed body and definitely not lingering anywhere whatsoever.
Fulcrum started to talk, but Misfire’s mind was already zooming off on a tangent.
Now, what would be the best way to tell him that I’m gonna snap him up like the last energon goodie as soon as he gets on board the ship?