Excuse Me?

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Characters: @sunstreaker, @knockout
Location: Outside Jasper, Nevada
Content Warnings: Possible swearing, dangerous levels of ego radiation
Plot Summary: Sunstreaker and Knock Out meet...and Primus save everyone in the vicinity

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Well, at least this planet had decent vehicles, Sunstreaker groused as he shot between two rocky towers, speeding along one of the winding desert roads. The evening light caught his gold plating just so, giving it a nice...sheen. Hm. Maybe this landscape wasn't so bad after all either...could be nice to paint...

He slowed, the wheels of his newly acquired alt mode ceasing in their continuous circles as he came to rest at a bend in the road, where he could clearly see over a large stretch of land. Here, where the organics were crawling about, he could almost see the planet's appeal...

At least, he could agree that it wasn't just a disgusting dirtball. Just...mostly.

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The glint of the evening sunlight off golden armor caused a sting of envy. No, the fury of a thousand bees in close quarters seemed to roar through Knock Out's emotions, not to mention the sound of his engine's buzz. No, no one could be allowed to look half as good as he did.

He seemed to take the turn harshly, as though to spew dirt with his tires and smudge that gorgeous golden paint job. Take that, garish goldieplates! Hell, he didn't even know if this was a bot, but this wasn't the first time he'd gotten dirt all over someone shiny.

And by Primus, it sure as hell would NOT be the last.

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Sunstreaker had been almost in full artist mode, which is why he didn't notice the approaching car at first. Yes, if he could just get the right shade of orange, he could do it. The sunset wasn't a bad view. And the way the sun touched the horizon-

The roar of an engine was what alerted him to the presence of another. By that time, it was too late. A flash of red zipped by, spewing dust and dirt onto Sunstreaker's plating. Time seemed to freeze as this computed. Someone had just intentionally dirtied his plating.

Someone had just intentionally dirtied his plating.

With an angry roar of his engine, Sunstreaker tore off after the red car. He didn't give a frag if it was a human, the slagger was paying! He'd just polished that this morning!

"Get your aft back here, you disgusting piece of slag!" he snarled, "I'll rip you a new exhaust port!"