[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Run [Closed]

[Sunstreaker]

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."

[Prowl]

If there was ever a moment that Prowl had wished he had offline and gone to the Well of Allsparks, it would be that exact moment where Sunstreaker came barreling through the groundbridge blaring music he would only use for enhanced interrogation.

“I’m fine.” he growled out as he kept himself upright with the hand that was not applying pressure to the wound on his side. Given how hindsight was always the best, it might have made much more sense tactically speaking if he had tried instead to engage Knock Out from a distance as opposed to getting into a round of hand to hand combat. Maybe then he wouldn’t be leaking all over the damn place.

He would have moved to help Sunstreaker secure the prisoner, but he saw that she had it in hand as she got the cuffs on and proceeded to lift him onto her shoulder, then took her hand and allowed her to haul him to his feet, something he honestly needed but didn’t want to show in a combination of rare vanity and pride. Well, this whole thing had honestly been about pride in a way. Showing that he could still do what he was originally built to do.

“You would have managed either way.” He said as he moved past Sunstreaker and into the green vortex of the ground bridge, pushing himself to stay upright until he made it to the other side and the awaiting medical bay...that was missing its two most highly trained parts. Well...as he said...they’ll manage...

“See to it that the prisoner is placed in the secure lockup. I don’t want him to escape until we get the chance to figure out everything that he knows.”

[Sunstreaker]

He didn't look fine. Sunny doubted that he felt fine, too. She let out a solid grunt as she hauled Prowl up off the ground, having to leverage both him and the sleeping beauty hanging over her shoulder. She stumbled just barely, nearly losing Knock Out if not for Prowl acting as a counterbalance.

He was certainly good for something still, even in such a battered state.

It was Prowl's follow-up to her own comment that really threw her off balance, figuratively. Sunny's brows elevated just the tiniest bit as those words graced her audials. I would've managed either way? This was by no means a new feeling for her. Praise had an old, lived-in condominium in one of her brain compartments. However, it'd been vacant for what felt like eons. Screw-ups don't get praise, which she'd admittedly been from time to time.

To hear it from Prowl of all people, even with how watered down it was (in typical Prowl fashion) felt somewhat refreshing.

It helped that he was completely right, too.

She would've smoked Knock Out without letting him get in close for the kill. Sunny then began to wonder why she hadn't been called in for backup mid-pursuit, and only as cleanup and triage.

Then a smile stretched across her lips. She knew, because it was precisely what she would've done had their roles been reversed.

Oh Prowl, never change.

Sunstreaker and her new BFF phased through the groundbridge in Prowl's wake, feeling quite pleased to have been the first Autobot to bag a Con and haul them to Omega. The bleeding tactical officer was welcome to take credit, naturally.

"Yeah, yeah..." she amusedly and offhandedly answered. She knew the drill.

"Want me to soften him up some?" Sunny asked, tilting her head to the side. She knew better than to threaten violence against a prisoner, out loud at least. "The mind-games way, of course."

[Prowl]

Part of it was the loss of energon talking...

...but most of it was true. Despite her less than desirable attitude to seeming to treat the most serious matters as nothing more than opportunities to showboat and have fun, the fact of the matter was that Sunstreaker was a capable soldier and operator. Not that he would ever say it outloud, the former SRT operator’s ego was about as big as Starscream’s. But Prowl was secretly grateful to have her around as it meant that he had someone that he could count on to get the job done.

He moved towards the medical bay without paying too much attention towards anyone else, blue energon leaking in his wake despite his best efforts as he came over to one of the slabs and sat down as gracefully as he could manage (which wasn’t very much).

With an injury like this he would probably be off field duty for a while, at least until they could get some decent medical personnel around. Skirmisher was a decent field medic, but Ratchet was the real expert. If Patch had been here he might have had a better chance...

Speaking of which...

“Negative.” Prowl replied towards Sunstreaker as Arcee shut down the groundbridge once she and Knock Out were clear. “I’m going to need you in a different role, and with a target such as this I do not want to take any chances.” he said simply before leaning back and laying down on the slab.

Primus he was tired...