[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Run [Closed]
May 21, 2022 16:27:30 GMT -5
Post by Sunstreaker on May 21, 2022 16:27:30 GMT -5
As the groundbridge hummed to life, something loud and obnoxious blared from the other side...
It wasn't her theme song, per se, though the argument could be made that anything with sufficient volume and bass could herald her arrival.
Sunstreaker's engine roared as she sped out of the portal, having to immediately hit the brakes as to not roadkill Prowl and his new BFF. She stopped a few feet short, cutting the music as she shifted modes in a chorus of metallic whirs and clicking. The disparity between worlds was apparent, to say the least. Sunny, with her immaculate sheen and polish, compared to Prowl, leaking. A look of mild surprise and (incredibly subtle) concern crossed her face.
That was a hefty-looking wound, there.
"Frag me.... he getcha, Prowl?" Sunny questioned, marveling at the angle and depth of the cut. She quietly thanked Primus that she was armed with more than a taser for close quarters.
"...y'know what, don't answer that. Think I got the picture." She quickly added, the severity of her boss's wound already eroding attempts at snide humor. In the meantime, she approached Prowl's new bestie with a pair of manacles swinging from her digit. At least Prowl had the decency to flip lil' red on the ventral before passing out from Energon loss. Wasting no time, Sunny quickly clapped Knock Out in the irons she'd brought with, before rolling him over on his back.
With servos clasped to his collar and waist, Sunstreaker heaved the 'Con up onto her shoulder with a growl of exertion. She thanked Primus again for her decent size-relative strength, as well. Almost immediately however, she wanted to just haul him off to a cell, given just how heavy he was.
With her captive secured, Sunny outstretched a free hand to Prowl out of courtesy. "Thanks for not dying on us now, by the way."
It wasn't her theme song, per se, though the argument could be made that anything with sufficient volume and bass could herald her arrival.
Sunstreaker's engine roared as she sped out of the portal, having to immediately hit the brakes as to not roadkill Prowl and his new BFF. She stopped a few feet short, cutting the music as she shifted modes in a chorus of metallic whirs and clicking. The disparity between worlds was apparent, to say the least. Sunny, with her immaculate sheen and polish, compared to Prowl, leaking. A look of mild surprise and (incredibly subtle) concern crossed her face.
That was a hefty-looking wound, there.
"Frag me.... he getcha, Prowl?" Sunny questioned, marveling at the angle and depth of the cut. She quietly thanked Primus that she was armed with more than a taser for close quarters.
"...y'know what, don't answer that. Think I got the picture." She quickly added, the severity of her boss's wound already eroding attempts at snide humor. In the meantime, she approached Prowl's new bestie with a pair of manacles swinging from her digit. At least Prowl had the decency to flip lil' red on the ventral before passing out from Energon loss. Wasting no time, Sunny quickly clapped Knock Out in the irons she'd brought with, before rolling him over on his back.
With servos clasped to his collar and waist, Sunstreaker heaved the 'Con up onto her shoulder with a growl of exertion. She thanked Primus again for her decent size-relative strength, as well. Almost immediately however, she wanted to just haul him off to a cell, given just how heavy he was.
With her captive secured, Sunny outstretched a free hand to Prowl out of courtesy. "Thanks for not dying on us now, by the way."