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wyntir_knightTitle: Being Human - Chapter 3
Fandom: Transformers, MCU
Characters/pairing: Jazz, Mirage, Smokescreen, Bumblebee, Onslaught, Brawl, Swindle, Blast Off, Vortex, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, James Rhodes, Sam Wilson
Rating: T (rating is for this chapter not the fic as a whole)
Summary: The Autobots and the Decepticons have a tentative truce as they try to find their lost leaders. Their hope is to regain Cybertron. In reality they are about to stumble into something even larger than themselves.
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Chapter 3
Sunstreaker chased his brother down finally transforming and bodily tackling him near the entrance of the Visitor’s Centre. The humans who were there immediately scattered, screaming in a blind panic save for three younger beings who immediately pulled out their phones and began recording.
“So much for stealth,” Sunstreaker muttered to himself before opening a channel to the New York Base. “Gotta problem, Red. Had to break cover thanks to my idiot brother and now the humans are filming me. Make yourself useful and pull the footage before it gets out too far.”
“What?!” Red Alert’s shriek was deafening and Sunstreaker winced.
“Unavoidable. Now do what you’re fragging told, Autobot!” Sunstreaker snapped back.
Sideswipe transformed and slammed his fist into Sunstreaker’s shoulder.
“Stop trying to stop me!” Sideswipe screamed. “Megatron's in there!”
“So?” Sunstreaker demanded as he shoved his brother away from the Visitor’s Center and the idiot humans who were still filming the massive robots fighting mere feet from them.
“So he’s being held in there! We need to get him out! Can’t you hear him?!”
“No! I can’t! And you just broke cover, dumbaft! And now we get to explain to Screamer why we’re gonna be all over the internet!” Sunstreaker motioned in the general direction of the observers.
“We owe him! He got us out of the Pits and we owe him!” Sideswipe’s voice was rising to an almost hysterical pitch and his optics were dimming until they were an almost unseeing pink.
“And then he abandoned us to go off on that fool mission! Sides! We don’t owe that slagger a damned thing!”
Sunstreaker shoved his brother further away and was met with a shove in the opposite direction.
“If you’re not gonna help then get outta my way!”
Sideswipe launched himself at his brother, transforming in mid-air to slam into and knock Sunstreaker over. But the golden twin had fought too many times at his brother’s side not to know his moves like they were his own. He planted his feet, braced himself, and grabbed at the red Lamborghini before spinning them both and sending his brother flying away from the humans.
“Stop it!” Sunstreaker snapped across their spark bond. “You’re being used by whatever the hell is in there! Remember what he always told us in the pits! Think before a fight and realize when you’re being manipulated by those who think they own us! What’s the end game?”
Sunstreaker knew the hypocrisy of him quoting Megatron, since he was always the more volatile of the Twins, but he wasn’t completely devoid of logic.
He felt Sideswipe hesitate for a moment before his mind became clouded again, and in that moment Sunstreaker felt that overpowering call. It certainly sounded like Megatron, but the voice was begging for aid and Megatron never begged. He shook his head and bore down on his brother.
“If you’re not gonna see then I’m going to make you! Even if I have to beat it into you!”
With that he grabbed his twin around the waist and slammed a harsh pulse of spark energy into him. Sideswipe pushed away but his brother was locked in place, refusing to let go. Finally after several strong pulses, Sunstreaker felt his brother reciprocate once and then lean heavily against him.
"You back with me, bro?" Sunstreaker asked warily, not yet willing to believe that this wasn't some kind of trick on his brother's part.
"Yeah," Sideswipe replied, trying to push his twin away so he could stand on his own. "Yeah, I'm good. What the slag happened?"
"You tell me," Sunstreaker said. "You still hear Megs calling you?"
Sideswipe's face was a mask of confusion before understanding dawned.
"Is that who is was? I mean, the voice is still there but it's, I dunno, wrong. There's no way in the pit that that's Megatron."
Sunstreaker felt the wave of anger flow off of his brother and he tightened his grip slightly.
"I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but you can't just run in there when we don't know what's going on."
A roar of unbridled rage came from the other end of the field.
"Come on, Bro," Sunstreaker said, a wicked smile pulling at his lips. "We'll hit the dam later. Right now we just got a free pass at the Batties!"
Sideswipe's red optics narrowed as he turned to look at the Combaticons' approach and then he smiled just as maniacally as his brother. Together they transformed and headed toward the main fight, flinging dirt up at their human observers.
---
Tony Stark stretched out on a low couch in his newly built vacation home in Laguna Beach. He had invited the other Avengers to a bit of an impromptu housewarming that had quickly turned into a reunion and vacation when Thor had returned from Asgard.
It had all been tense at first. Tony had only invited the others at Pepper’s insistence since she couldn’t be there and she didn’t want him alone for a full week; Steve Rogers was distracted by the aftermath of SHIELD’s fall; something was going on between Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff; and Bruce Banner was unreadable. Tony didn’t want to deal with any of it so he did what he always did when he wanted to ignore something and couldn’t lose himself in his work. He threw a party. A surprisingly tame party thanks to Captain America’s presence. But that didn’t mean that it was all bad. Tony had to admit that it got better as soon as everyone started relaxing after about a day and a half. So now, three days in, things were going pretty good.
So, of course, that meant that something was due to go wrong.
Steve Rogers strode into the main living area dressed in his full Captain America gear.
“Suit up,” he said sharply.
“Vacation, Rogers. We’re on vacation and that means no PE,” Tony said, never looking up from his tablet.
“We have a report of something attacking Hoover dam.”
“Something?” Tony asked. He stretched casually and placed the tablet on the coffee table where it was promptly absorbed back into the surface. “We got something more than something?”
“Allegedly they’re giant robots, if the reports are to be believed,” Steve replied, giving Tony a pointed look.
“What?” Tony asked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re saying you didn’t have anything to do with it?” Clint Barton asked cheerfully as he left the room with Natasha Romanoff, heading to the elevator leading to the hangar bay he had had built into the cliff face below the house.
“No! Of course not!” Tony cried, placing his hand over his arc reactor in mock affront. Then his brows knit slightly as if in thought. “At least I don’t remember doing it. JARVIS, did I great any giant robots at any point in the recent past?”
“No, sir,” JARVIS replied drily. “Not in the recent past.”
“Tony,” Steve said firmly. “Suit up? War Machine and Falcon are already en route from Nellis.”
Tony nodded and headed out to the landing platform, continuing to speak to JARVIS as he did, while the others went down to the hangar.
“Bring up everything we have on this attack,” Tony said as the systems in the loading pad began to put the Iron Man armour on him. “Someone’s got a cell phone over there and you know that at least one of them is live streaming the attack. I want to know what we’re getting into before we get there.”
“Of course, Sir,” JARVIS replied. “We have several current sources coming through, both as videos and as twee- Sir, the information is being pulled as quickly as I am finding it.”
“Pulled by who?” Steve asked across the team comm line as he strapped into a seat on the quinjet. “We have military involvement there?”
Bruce Banner seemed to shudder at the question, his fingers immediately going to the hem of his shirt. It was almost like a nervous tick with him whenever the military was brought up. He even did it when James Rhodes, the War Machine, was in the room.
“This is not a military signature, Sir. All I am finding are the code E-7138-114 and something called RA7 Industries. The first number is not showing up in any searching and the second is a small software company specializing in smartphone applications,” JARVIS replied, his confusion clear in his tone.
“It’s probably a government front of one sort or another,” Natasha said as she flew the quintjet toward the Arizona/Nevada border, slowing only long enough for Tony to board. “If that’s the case are we sure we’re welcome? We don’t have long to turn back at these speeds.”
Any normal flight would take an hour, but between the work of Stark Industries and some SHIELD advancements the quintjet would make the trip in less than fifteen minutes.
“It was the Bureau of Reclamation who called us in,” Steve replied. “They asked for the military but were turned down. The Brass claimed they already had troops on the ground there, but Reclamation says they’re nowhere to be seen.”
“So no military,” Bruce said, almost sub audibly.
“I can’t guarantee that,” Steve replied. “But I can guarantee no General Ross. He’s in running some sort of op in Symkaria at the moment.”
Banner seemed to calm slightly. “At least we have that.”
Tony looked at Bruce with a rare intensity.
“Ross won’t get anywhere near you,” he said firmly. It was no secret that Tony disliked the military as an organization but he had a particular hatred for men like Ross who used the uniform to bully and control.
“Agreed. Still though, I’d rather you stayed with the jet just in case,” Steve continued. “Things have been better with the Big Guy, but until we know what we’re dealing with, I’d rather keep him out of play and rather not put you into that position.”
Banner nodded. “Right. I’ll say back and prep in case you guys need medical.” He was obviously relieved and his hands moved away from the hem of his shirt.
They were silent for the rest of the trip, save for Stark muttering in the back as he went over what little JARVIS had been able to dig up on this RA7 Industries.
---
Sunstreaker spun and transformed, revving his engine hard as he fought to grip the dirt under his tires. He flew forward into Brawl, sending his fellow Decepticon stumbling backward into the dirt. Sunstreaker transformed back up to root mode and glared at the scrapes in his finish before drawing his sword from subspace.
“I have this!” he growled across a tight communications band. “Brawl’ll be dispatched in a micron and we can take out Onslaught!”
“Don’t deactivate him!” Jazz snapped. “We’re trying to stop ‘em, not kill ‘em!”
“We don’t report to you!” Sideswipe spat back.
“No but ya do report t’ Starscream and he ain’t gonna be happy if you take down our only combiner!” Jazz said, his voice cold, dark, and very Decepticon-like. “So no deactivations!”
There was a stubborn pause followed by an angry ‘fine’.
---
“Boss, I’m gonna try to clip Tex’s wings. If she takes off we’re all in smelter-SLAG!”
Smokescreen was cut off as Vortex got in under his defences and slashed at his side with one of her rotors, laughing insanely as she did.
“Oh come on, Smokes,” she said with mock sweetness in Unitrexian. “All I want is to pay you back for all you’ve done for us! Maybe rework the location of your spark so it’s a little less efficient.”
“Okay, so you still hate me,” Smokescreen muttered. “Let’s see if I can’t use that to our advantage.”
He winced as he transtransformed down to his alt mode, feeling a raw edge catch as his waist pivot engaged.
“You want me, Tex, then come and get me!” he yelled out as he sped off, just fast enough to stay ahead of her.
“What are you doing, Smokescreen?” Ratchet said tightly over a direct line to the Praxian.
“My job, Ratch. Trust me!” Smokescreen called back cheerily.
He passed close to where Ratchet was trying to keep Onslaught away from the dam proper. As he drove behind the Combaticon commander and fired his missiles at her, hitting her square in the back. It wasn’t enough to severely damage the massive mech but it did confuse her processor just enough to allow Ratchet to get in a flying kick to her midriff.
---
“What the hell are we looking at?” Sam Wilson said as he took in the scene. The folks at Reclamation hadn’t been kidding when they said that giant robots were attacking.
“I have no idea,” James Rhodes replied. “I don’t even know which side’s which. If there even are any.”
He rose up into the air and examined the scene. This was not the first time that he missed having access to JARVIS and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last time either. The robots were actively fighting each other and it was a mess to keep track of. Several of them were brightly coloured - yellow and black, red and blue, white and red - but it did nothing to distinguish one from the other as they all seemed to blur together in their combat.
A massive military green robot jumped up from where it was sitting on the ground and rushed forward with a roar loud enough to almost rattle the War Machine armour.
“Are those Lamborghinis?”
Two Lamborghinis, one yellow and one red raced toward the green robot. Immediately before hitting they both shifted and twisted up into similar looking robots. The red one hit the green one in the legs while the yellow one went high. The green fell back, it’s head hitting the ground hard and instantly the red one was on it, slamming what looked like pile drivers into its chest.
The yellow one let out an electronic shriek and what could only be described as an argument broke out between the two before they ran off toward the rest of the fighting, leaving the green robot immobile in the dirt.
“Come on,” War Machine said as he sailed toward Lake Mead and the hoover Dam. “I have no idea what’s going on here but we need to keep them from getting anywhere near the dam.
“How long until the others get here?” Sam asked as he kept pace with War Machine. “Because I’m counting eight hostiles and only two of us. And where the hell is the army? No orders my - Jesus Christ! Is that the damned space shuttle?!”
He pulled up just in time to avoid strafing fire from above.
“This doesn’t concern you, organics,” a deep voice said. It was strangely metallic and almost synthesized. “Let us take what’s ours and we’ll leave you alone. None of you are worth the effort.”
“This is War Machine of the US Air Force!” Rhodey identified. “Stand down immediately!”
“I don’t think it cares,” Sam said sharply as the shuttle made a lazy turn and headed straight for them and directly into Rhody’s shots.
When it became clear that Rhodes wasn’t planning on moving out of the way, Sam shoved him hard and was sent tumbling himself in the opposite direction as the shuttle passed between them.
He could only hope that the other Avengers were on route because there was no way they were going to be able to hold these machines off for very long on their own.
---
Bumblebee danced away from Swindle’s atack, easily keeping away from the Combaticon.
“Hey! I thought you were on our side!” snapped across a tight line.
Swindle’s response was strained. “Sorry, mech. It’s getting harder to fight the call. Pretty sure it’s more than Old Megs responsible for this. Definitely coming from the dam. No, under it.”
He took a half-sparked swipe at Bumblebee, but it was clear that he was losing the fight against trying to deactivate her.
“Jazz! Swindle’s tracked the signal to somewhere under the dam,” Bumblebee sent to the infiltration team.
“I’ve got it,” Mirage sent back.
“No, I need you and Blue where you are,” Jazz ordered. “If we lose control down here, break cover and down Onslaught. And do something to get Blast Off out of the sky already! I don’t want to deactivate anyone, but if they can’t get themselves back under control those two are the most dangerous.”
“How come they get to deactivate Onslaught and we can’t even take out Brawl!” Sideswipe whined. “It’s not like anyone’s gonna miss him!”
“It’s only if they can’t get back to themselves. I trust Raj and Blue to use discretion,” Jazz snapped back, “I don’t trust you and your twin! Frenzy I want you with me!”
Fandom: Transformers, MCU
Characters/pairing: Jazz, Mirage, Smokescreen, Bumblebee, Onslaught, Brawl, Swindle, Blast Off, Vortex, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, James Rhodes, Sam Wilson
Rating: T (rating is for this chapter not the fic as a whole)
Summary: The Autobots and the Decepticons have a tentative truce as they try to find their lost leaders. Their hope is to regain Cybertron. In reality they are about to stumble into something even larger than themselves.
Link top Chapter 1
Link to Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Sunstreaker chased his brother down finally transforming and bodily tackling him near the entrance of the Visitor’s Centre. The humans who were there immediately scattered, screaming in a blind panic save for three younger beings who immediately pulled out their phones and began recording.
“So much for stealth,” Sunstreaker muttered to himself before opening a channel to the New York Base. “Gotta problem, Red. Had to break cover thanks to my idiot brother and now the humans are filming me. Make yourself useful and pull the footage before it gets out too far.”
“What?!” Red Alert’s shriek was deafening and Sunstreaker winced.
“Unavoidable. Now do what you’re fragging told, Autobot!” Sunstreaker snapped back.
Sideswipe transformed and slammed his fist into Sunstreaker’s shoulder.
“Stop trying to stop me!” Sideswipe screamed. “Megatron's in there!”
“So?” Sunstreaker demanded as he shoved his brother away from the Visitor’s Center and the idiot humans who were still filming the massive robots fighting mere feet from them.
“So he’s being held in there! We need to get him out! Can’t you hear him?!”
“No! I can’t! And you just broke cover, dumbaft! And now we get to explain to Screamer why we’re gonna be all over the internet!” Sunstreaker motioned in the general direction of the observers.
“We owe him! He got us out of the Pits and we owe him!” Sideswipe’s voice was rising to an almost hysterical pitch and his optics were dimming until they were an almost unseeing pink.
“And then he abandoned us to go off on that fool mission! Sides! We don’t owe that slagger a damned thing!”
Sunstreaker shoved his brother further away and was met with a shove in the opposite direction.
“If you’re not gonna help then get outta my way!”
Sideswipe launched himself at his brother, transforming in mid-air to slam into and knock Sunstreaker over. But the golden twin had fought too many times at his brother’s side not to know his moves like they were his own. He planted his feet, braced himself, and grabbed at the red Lamborghini before spinning them both and sending his brother flying away from the humans.
“Stop it!” Sunstreaker snapped across their spark bond. “You’re being used by whatever the hell is in there! Remember what he always told us in the pits! Think before a fight and realize when you’re being manipulated by those who think they own us! What’s the end game?”
Sunstreaker knew the hypocrisy of him quoting Megatron, since he was always the more volatile of the Twins, but he wasn’t completely devoid of logic.
He felt Sideswipe hesitate for a moment before his mind became clouded again, and in that moment Sunstreaker felt that overpowering call. It certainly sounded like Megatron, but the voice was begging for aid and Megatron never begged. He shook his head and bore down on his brother.
“If you’re not gonna see then I’m going to make you! Even if I have to beat it into you!”
With that he grabbed his twin around the waist and slammed a harsh pulse of spark energy into him. Sideswipe pushed away but his brother was locked in place, refusing to let go. Finally after several strong pulses, Sunstreaker felt his brother reciprocate once and then lean heavily against him.
"You back with me, bro?" Sunstreaker asked warily, not yet willing to believe that this wasn't some kind of trick on his brother's part.
"Yeah," Sideswipe replied, trying to push his twin away so he could stand on his own. "Yeah, I'm good. What the slag happened?"
"You tell me," Sunstreaker said. "You still hear Megs calling you?"
Sideswipe's face was a mask of confusion before understanding dawned.
"Is that who is was? I mean, the voice is still there but it's, I dunno, wrong. There's no way in the pit that that's Megatron."
Sunstreaker felt the wave of anger flow off of his brother and he tightened his grip slightly.
"I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but you can't just run in there when we don't know what's going on."
A roar of unbridled rage came from the other end of the field.
"Come on, Bro," Sunstreaker said, a wicked smile pulling at his lips. "We'll hit the dam later. Right now we just got a free pass at the Batties!"
Sideswipe's red optics narrowed as he turned to look at the Combaticons' approach and then he smiled just as maniacally as his brother. Together they transformed and headed toward the main fight, flinging dirt up at their human observers.
---
Tony Stark stretched out on a low couch in his newly built vacation home in Laguna Beach. He had invited the other Avengers to a bit of an impromptu housewarming that had quickly turned into a reunion and vacation when Thor had returned from Asgard.
It had all been tense at first. Tony had only invited the others at Pepper’s insistence since she couldn’t be there and she didn’t want him alone for a full week; Steve Rogers was distracted by the aftermath of SHIELD’s fall; something was going on between Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff; and Bruce Banner was unreadable. Tony didn’t want to deal with any of it so he did what he always did when he wanted to ignore something and couldn’t lose himself in his work. He threw a party. A surprisingly tame party thanks to Captain America’s presence. But that didn’t mean that it was all bad. Tony had to admit that it got better as soon as everyone started relaxing after about a day and a half. So now, three days in, things were going pretty good.
So, of course, that meant that something was due to go wrong.
Steve Rogers strode into the main living area dressed in his full Captain America gear.
“Suit up,” he said sharply.
“Vacation, Rogers. We’re on vacation and that means no PE,” Tony said, never looking up from his tablet.
“We have a report of something attacking Hoover dam.”
“Something?” Tony asked. He stretched casually and placed the tablet on the coffee table where it was promptly absorbed back into the surface. “We got something more than something?”
“Allegedly they’re giant robots, if the reports are to be believed,” Steve replied, giving Tony a pointed look.
“What?” Tony asked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re saying you didn’t have anything to do with it?” Clint Barton asked cheerfully as he left the room with Natasha Romanoff, heading to the elevator leading to the hangar bay he had had built into the cliff face below the house.
“No! Of course not!” Tony cried, placing his hand over his arc reactor in mock affront. Then his brows knit slightly as if in thought. “At least I don’t remember doing it. JARVIS, did I great any giant robots at any point in the recent past?”
“No, sir,” JARVIS replied drily. “Not in the recent past.”
“Tony,” Steve said firmly. “Suit up? War Machine and Falcon are already en route from Nellis.”
Tony nodded and headed out to the landing platform, continuing to speak to JARVIS as he did, while the others went down to the hangar.
“Bring up everything we have on this attack,” Tony said as the systems in the loading pad began to put the Iron Man armour on him. “Someone’s got a cell phone over there and you know that at least one of them is live streaming the attack. I want to know what we’re getting into before we get there.”
“Of course, Sir,” JARVIS replied. “We have several current sources coming through, both as videos and as twee- Sir, the information is being pulled as quickly as I am finding it.”
“Pulled by who?” Steve asked across the team comm line as he strapped into a seat on the quinjet. “We have military involvement there?”
Bruce Banner seemed to shudder at the question, his fingers immediately going to the hem of his shirt. It was almost like a nervous tick with him whenever the military was brought up. He even did it when James Rhodes, the War Machine, was in the room.
“This is not a military signature, Sir. All I am finding are the code E-7138-114 and something called RA7 Industries. The first number is not showing up in any searching and the second is a small software company specializing in smartphone applications,” JARVIS replied, his confusion clear in his tone.
“It’s probably a government front of one sort or another,” Natasha said as she flew the quintjet toward the Arizona/Nevada border, slowing only long enough for Tony to board. “If that’s the case are we sure we’re welcome? We don’t have long to turn back at these speeds.”
Any normal flight would take an hour, but between the work of Stark Industries and some SHIELD advancements the quintjet would make the trip in less than fifteen minutes.
“It was the Bureau of Reclamation who called us in,” Steve replied. “They asked for the military but were turned down. The Brass claimed they already had troops on the ground there, but Reclamation says they’re nowhere to be seen.”
“So no military,” Bruce said, almost sub audibly.
“I can’t guarantee that,” Steve replied. “But I can guarantee no General Ross. He’s in running some sort of op in Symkaria at the moment.”
Banner seemed to calm slightly. “At least we have that.”
Tony looked at Bruce with a rare intensity.
“Ross won’t get anywhere near you,” he said firmly. It was no secret that Tony disliked the military as an organization but he had a particular hatred for men like Ross who used the uniform to bully and control.
“Agreed. Still though, I’d rather you stayed with the jet just in case,” Steve continued. “Things have been better with the Big Guy, but until we know what we’re dealing with, I’d rather keep him out of play and rather not put you into that position.”
Banner nodded. “Right. I’ll say back and prep in case you guys need medical.” He was obviously relieved and his hands moved away from the hem of his shirt.
They were silent for the rest of the trip, save for Stark muttering in the back as he went over what little JARVIS had been able to dig up on this RA7 Industries.
---
Sunstreaker spun and transformed, revving his engine hard as he fought to grip the dirt under his tires. He flew forward into Brawl, sending his fellow Decepticon stumbling backward into the dirt. Sunstreaker transformed back up to root mode and glared at the scrapes in his finish before drawing his sword from subspace.
“I have this!” he growled across a tight communications band. “Brawl’ll be dispatched in a micron and we can take out Onslaught!”
“Don’t deactivate him!” Jazz snapped. “We’re trying to stop ‘em, not kill ‘em!”
“We don’t report to you!” Sideswipe spat back.
“No but ya do report t’ Starscream and he ain’t gonna be happy if you take down our only combiner!” Jazz said, his voice cold, dark, and very Decepticon-like. “So no deactivations!”
There was a stubborn pause followed by an angry ‘fine’.
---
“Boss, I’m gonna try to clip Tex’s wings. If she takes off we’re all in smelter-SLAG!”
Smokescreen was cut off as Vortex got in under his defences and slashed at his side with one of her rotors, laughing insanely as she did.
“Oh come on, Smokes,” she said with mock sweetness in Unitrexian. “All I want is to pay you back for all you’ve done for us! Maybe rework the location of your spark so it’s a little less efficient.”
“Okay, so you still hate me,” Smokescreen muttered. “Let’s see if I can’t use that to our advantage.”
He winced as he transtransformed down to his alt mode, feeling a raw edge catch as his waist pivot engaged.
“You want me, Tex, then come and get me!” he yelled out as he sped off, just fast enough to stay ahead of her.
“What are you doing, Smokescreen?” Ratchet said tightly over a direct line to the Praxian.
“My job, Ratch. Trust me!” Smokescreen called back cheerily.
He passed close to where Ratchet was trying to keep Onslaught away from the dam proper. As he drove behind the Combaticon commander and fired his missiles at her, hitting her square in the back. It wasn’t enough to severely damage the massive mech but it did confuse her processor just enough to allow Ratchet to get in a flying kick to her midriff.
---
“What the hell are we looking at?” Sam Wilson said as he took in the scene. The folks at Reclamation hadn’t been kidding when they said that giant robots were attacking.
“I have no idea,” James Rhodes replied. “I don’t even know which side’s which. If there even are any.”
He rose up into the air and examined the scene. This was not the first time that he missed having access to JARVIS and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last time either. The robots were actively fighting each other and it was a mess to keep track of. Several of them were brightly coloured - yellow and black, red and blue, white and red - but it did nothing to distinguish one from the other as they all seemed to blur together in their combat.
A massive military green robot jumped up from where it was sitting on the ground and rushed forward with a roar loud enough to almost rattle the War Machine armour.
“Are those Lamborghinis?”
Two Lamborghinis, one yellow and one red raced toward the green robot. Immediately before hitting they both shifted and twisted up into similar looking robots. The red one hit the green one in the legs while the yellow one went high. The green fell back, it’s head hitting the ground hard and instantly the red one was on it, slamming what looked like pile drivers into its chest.
The yellow one let out an electronic shriek and what could only be described as an argument broke out between the two before they ran off toward the rest of the fighting, leaving the green robot immobile in the dirt.
“Come on,” War Machine said as he sailed toward Lake Mead and the hoover Dam. “I have no idea what’s going on here but we need to keep them from getting anywhere near the dam.
“How long until the others get here?” Sam asked as he kept pace with War Machine. “Because I’m counting eight hostiles and only two of us. And where the hell is the army? No orders my - Jesus Christ! Is that the damned space shuttle?!”
He pulled up just in time to avoid strafing fire from above.
“This doesn’t concern you, organics,” a deep voice said. It was strangely metallic and almost synthesized. “Let us take what’s ours and we’ll leave you alone. None of you are worth the effort.”
“This is War Machine of the US Air Force!” Rhodey identified. “Stand down immediately!”
“I don’t think it cares,” Sam said sharply as the shuttle made a lazy turn and headed straight for them and directly into Rhody’s shots.
When it became clear that Rhodes wasn’t planning on moving out of the way, Sam shoved him hard and was sent tumbling himself in the opposite direction as the shuttle passed between them.
He could only hope that the other Avengers were on route because there was no way they were going to be able to hold these machines off for very long on their own.
---
Bumblebee danced away from Swindle’s atack, easily keeping away from the Combaticon.
“Hey! I thought you were on our side!” snapped across a tight line.
Swindle’s response was strained. “Sorry, mech. It’s getting harder to fight the call. Pretty sure it’s more than Old Megs responsible for this. Definitely coming from the dam. No, under it.”
He took a half-sparked swipe at Bumblebee, but it was clear that he was losing the fight against trying to deactivate her.
“Jazz! Swindle’s tracked the signal to somewhere under the dam,” Bumblebee sent to the infiltration team.
“I’ve got it,” Mirage sent back.
“No, I need you and Blue where you are,” Jazz ordered. “If we lose control down here, break cover and down Onslaught. And do something to get Blast Off out of the sky already! I don’t want to deactivate anyone, but if they can’t get themselves back under control those two are the most dangerous.”
“How come they get to deactivate Onslaught and we can’t even take out Brawl!” Sideswipe whined. “It’s not like anyone’s gonna miss him!”
“It’s only if they can’t get back to themselves. I trust Raj and Blue to use discretion,” Jazz snapped back, “I don’t trust you and your twin! Frenzy I want you with me!”
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