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Characters:Whirl - @wheeljack Location: Decepticon controlled energon mine Content Warnings: (Possibly Excessive) Violence, Blood, Gore, Death, Major Injuries, Plot Summary: What happens when a lone wolf and a mass murderer have a competition to see who can kill the most Decepticons? Not a lot. Now imagine the lone wolf and mass murder being Wheeljack and Whirl respectfully.
How much longer? Was Whirl's inside thoughts. Or the voice inside his head getting hyped for a healthy round of murdering of unsuspecting Decepticons for sport. This has been the first Wrecker-like mission since Whirl was kicked out. Granted, this wasn't gonna be like the good ol' days with Roadbuster, Impactor, Springer and the others, but at least it was someone he sort of knew that shared similar views to Ultra Magnus.
Whirl reeled his helm onto the co-pilot seat of the Jackhammer his left foot tapping onto the floor waiting to arrive at their destination. Whirl looked at the Shoomer and began to aim it at different angles attempting to practice his aim. With his lack of depth perception, he was already at a disadvantage with Wheeljack having more than one optic. Collateral damage was normally fine with Whirl, but this was a competition, a professional sport to any "true" Wrecker.
Whirl sighed as he titled his helm to look at Wheeljack. He was going to say something to his fellow rouge Autobot Wrecker, but he needed to come up with a nickname for Wheeljack. It wasn't hard to think of one, it was making sure it wasn't offensive that was the problem.
"Oi, Jackers!"
Whirl said, finally coming up with a nickname for him. Was it offensive? He didn't know. Did he care? Not really.
"The voice in my head that tells me to hurt people, is asking me, to ask you, how far are we and when are we gonna kill some fraggers?"
Whirl’s morals might’ve been a bit questionable (and his sanity, too, if he were being brutally honest, which he was) but Wheeljack was hardly one to turn down the offer for some good traditional Wrecker competition, especially when he’d not had any in years. Sure, it was a bit of a risk letting the other even in the vicinity of his ship -- which carried a respectable amount of explosives, after all -- but he found it hard to resist the offer when there was finally another bot on this mudball who appreciated the finer things in life, like going all out and seeing who could flatten a ‘Con outpost the fastest.
Besides, getting Whirl off base meant lower chances of him getting bored and going nuts, which made everyone happier. That he more or less shared his views on Ultra Magnus’s policies was a sweet bonus.
(He wouldn’t be telling Ratchet about this outing, though, at least until they got back. The medic had enough reason to worry and Wheeljack didn’t want to add more to his plate. He briefly wondered if he’d have time later on in the evening for a movie night with his favorite Sunshine, before he refocused on the task at hand.)
He rolled his optics a bit at the nickname and gave a bit of a shrug of his shoulders. “I dunno, ten?” The Wrecker then smirked and added on, “What, you gettin’ bored, Whirly-Bird?” He wasn’t sure how he felt about the nutball pointing a point-and-shooty-thing around the cockpit of his ship, but as long as he didn’t fire it, he guessed it was okay.
Luckily, his ETA was a pretty good guess, and he put down The Jackhammer a short time later. The energon mine that was going to be flattened was just a hop, skip, and a jump away. “So, before we blow the place, we gotta grab whatever energon we can outta there ‘cause both Bases always have a shortage an’ all. Other than that, bot with the most kills wins?”
Whirl nodded as he turned his helm to look away from Wheeljack and began to talk to himself. This was possibly him answering the voice. For the first few seconds it was calm until Whirl slammed the Shoomer on the ground.
"What the frag do you mean by ’ten what?’!?!... Well it ain't fragged ten seconds is it you glitch cause it fragging passed!!!"
And there it was, Whirl having a blazing argument with himself. There was many swear words being thrown around. It wouldn't be surprising if Wheeljack learned a few more swear words. After six minutes Whirl became silent for a few seconds before he turned to his fellow Wrecker.
"Sorry about him. He isn't really the brightest of all voices, but he's gone... for now."
Whirl looked down and picked up the Shoomer, eagerlu waiting for the Jackhammer to land. So when it did, Whirl jumped out of his seat and made his way to the door. The empurata victim didn't really listen to Wheeljack, the only words that got into his mind was "most kills wins." Everything else was discarded into the non-important corner of his brain module. He was more excited than a five year old about to open their presents on Christmas.
"Yeah, yeah- whatever! Lets go kill some fraggers!"
Whirl said, trying to rush Wheeljack over. Normally Whirl would bust the door down, but he had respect towards Wheeljack not liking Ultra Magnus. That and the fact his claws weren't claw-friendly
Yep, judging by the enthusiastic argument with himself, Whirl was utterly nuts, but Wheeljack figgered he could probably handle it if it meant finally having another bot along for the ride who appreciated the fine art of absolutely wrecking things. He rolled his optics a little at the antics. “Patience is a virtue, Whirly-bird, and I think it’d be an asset you might wanna look into.” Or perhaps not. A patient Whirl could be an unstoppable one. “We’re almost there, don’t get yer actuators in a twist.”
He couldn’t deny that it was a bit refreshing to have someone who was just as eager to kick some ‘Con can as he was, though Whirl probably hadn’t heard any of the actually important bits he’d said. It did trip him up a little to realize that this sort’ve made him the one in charge of the operation. Huh. Weird thought, knowing he was the more mature of the two of them, which was a bit of a first. Wheeljack grabbed a couple of grenades on his way back to the door, and unceremoniously thumped his fist against the door lock; the lock disengaged, and the ramp lowered.
“Wish granted. May the worst bot lose - and it’s gonna be you, by the way, Whirly-Bird.”
With that, Wheeljack flung himself out of The Jackhammer, his swords already drawn, and went whooping off through the bush towards the mine. It might have been a better idea to have kept quiet on the approach so as to get the drop on the unsuspecting ‘Cons, but then again, where was the fun in that?
"I can be patient. I usually drag out fights for fun." Whirl said proudly. What Whirl had said clearly wasn't what Wheeljack meant. As soon as Wheeljack disengaged the lock and allowed the ramp to be lowered, Whirl didn't even waste a second trying to be the first one out. The mono-optic mech jumped out of the Jackhammer, his legs fully stretching out to touch the ground with his feet.
"Eh. We'll see about that Jackers." This was exciting for Whirl. Finally he was out murdering 'cons with a fellow Wrecker without Ultra Magnus' intervention. It was not long after touching the soil of Earth that Whirl looked around rapidly to find the entrance. Whirl wouldn't have much success however. Moving his head too fast and not having enough time to register a distorted image due to motion blur.
But Whirl did see Wheeljack heading for the entrance of the mine as the rouge Autobot recognized the colour scheme. Whirl swore out loud, and mentally, as Wheeljack would get to the mine first. The helicopter began to ran, but due to the shape of his legs, the run was like running on your toes with sticks as your leg bones. This made Whirl slower when it came to running, but nevertheless it didn't stop Whirl from trying to catch up with his fellow member of the Wreckers.
“Come on, Whirly-Bird, keep up!” Wheeljack hollered over his shoulder as he barreled into the fray, his blades a blur as he took advantage of the ‘Cons’ surprise to cut them down before they realized they ought to maybe shoot at the crazy Autobots coming their way. This wasn’t the first time he’s taken a fellow Wrecker on an energon mine raid, though the mine he and Hot Shot had blown sky high had been a lot smaller than this one, and with a fewer vehicon troops guarding it. He wasn’t too worried, though, ‘cause he’d been through worse messes during the war.
Apparently Whirl’s digitigrade legs weren’t that great at running, which worked in Wheeljack’s favor since this was a competition. “Fourteen!” He bellowed as he felled the fourteenth (and counting, of course) Decepticon trooper. “You're makin' this is too easy!” In all honesty, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect from Whirl. He was definitely a wild card, and Wheeljack’s smart enough to know not to entirely trust the guy, but he also knew that his fellow Wrecker was renowned as a warrior… and a complete psychopath. Either way, today would reveal if Whirl lived up to both his reputations.
Wheeljack slashed and stabbed his way through the throng and cleared his path to the entrance of the mine. With another wordless yell, he plunged into the mine, knowing that there would be countless more ‘Cons to take down inside.
((Possibly grahpic stuff in this post. So viewer discretion is advised and all that.))
Frag it! The Wrecker thought as he kicked his transformation cog into action and transformed into his vehicle mode, a helicopter. In this form, Whirl was considerably faster. The Wrecker flew into the mine, the guns being fired at the vehcions in rapid succession. 3 kills it took until Whirl transformed into the middle of the biggest group of vehicons.
At this point in time, Whirl would only be using his claws to attack. Up close and personal was a usfull tactic for making sure you didn't miss. Unlike Wheeljack's swiftness, Whirl's form of attack were more "sluggish" and brutal. The first hit was right in the face, caving in the face of the poor victim. Secondly, Whirl got his arm round a Vehcion and held it in a head-lock as he grabbed the third victim by the head and crushed it. Slowly. A few more seconds later he racked up eleven kills at this point. The Wrecker still had a vehicon in a head lock and decided how to deal with it.
Whirl reached behind his back, grabbed the shoomer and shot the vehicon in the helm with one good ol' "Shoom". "Twelve!" Whirl said as he dropped the body to the floor and took a moment to vent in, and vent out. There's the rush from killing. Whirl jerked his head over to a set of Vehcions firing at him. It looked like this batch had just arrived as back up or reinforcements. Now that Whirl was in the mood, the mech roared as he ran over to the group with the shoomer in hand.
((OOC: Gratuitous description of robot violence as well as robot parkour.))
The mine itself was a fair size, with at least half a dozen shafts radiating out from the chamber on the main floor and another half a dozen from the second floor. Wheeljack managed to bulldoze his way through quite a few miners taken by surprise before the Vehicon guards and supervisors on the second floor overcame their shock and began to return fire. This put the Wrecker in a bit of a tight spot, especially when he had the lower ground and a bit of a disadvantage, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.
Without stopping or hesitating, Wheeljack ran for the wall and jumped. His peds hit the vertical stone once, twice, converting forward momentum into upwards velocity until he’d leapt to the second floor ledge and flung himself at his attackers with a gleeful shout. The first two were decapitated in seconds, and the third kicked right off the edge into a gaggle of vehicons below, taking the whole lot of them out. The fourth and fifth were summarily dispatched with swift and precise stabs through the torso. He tossed a few primed charges down each mine shaft once he was done, setting them to blow on his command.
“Twenty three!” He called as he leapt back down to the ground floor, landing on some poor unsuspecting bot in the group Whirl was charging towards and driving a blade through their helm. “-Wait, no, twenty four. Lemme know when y’spot their energon stockpile, ‘cause we gotta take that out before we blow the place, ‘else the fireworks’ll be ten times as bright!”
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