CHAPTER FIVE
As the Enforcer moved through hyperspace, destined for Styx, Scattorshot sighed as he tapped his fingers on the table he and the other new Wreckers sat at.
"Am I the only one here feeling nervous?" he asked.
"Why are you nervous?" Flareup asked. "If it's about the dying part, then you should have seen that coming with any job."
"I did, but now that we're seconds away from Styx- and no doubt from sheer death- it's kinda starting to grind my gears."
"Just pretend you're in a normal battle," Bulkhead said. "Forget that you're a Wrecker and all that. Just pretend it's an average day."
"I appreciate the advice, Bulkhead, but you're no Rung. Besides, it's a moot point. There's no backing out now."
"Hey, relax," Brainstorm said, bringing out a large blaster. "Here, have the Shoomer. I just finished it last week. It'll-"
"Hold it!" Crosshairs snapped, snatching the weapon from Brainstorm's hands. "You didn't tell me about this. Will it work properly? Is it safe?"
"'Safe?'" Brainstorm scoffed. "Safe is not part of my resume."
Crosshairs merely shook his head. "I will never be able to fathom how Xaaron hasn't kicked you off Kimia yet."
"Because, believe it or not, I am that good."
At that moment, the ship suddenly shuddered as the Enforcer came out of hyperspace. Not long after, Kup and Ultra Magnus entered the room.
"All right, rookies!" the former barked. "This is it. If you have any last words or second thoughts, then too bad. Who's ready to wreck and rule?"
The six recruits cheered loudly in response.
Kup grinned. "Music to my audio receptors."
* * *
"Autobot ship detected," reported a Vehicon trooper stationed in the command center. "Our scanners confirm that it is the Enforcer, commanded by Ultra Magnus."
Standing in the center of the room, Thunderwing smirked. Just as expected.
Opening a comlink channel to Bombshock, whom he had placed as commander of the Mayhem Attack Squad, the general said, "Bombshock, the Wreckers have arrived. Are you and the others ready?"
"As ever, general."
Thunderwing grinned. "Then proceed to obliterate them."
* * *
Seaspray's audio receptors were filled with the sound of gunfire and screaming as he descended towards Styx's volcanic terrain. Glancing to his left, he saw that the screaming was actually cheering as Flareup excitedly shot at the Decepticons down below. Crosshairs was doing the same, albeit in a quieter manner.
Seaspray couldn't help but roll his eyes. Sometimes he felt like the only one without a sense of bravado.
As the ground came up quicker and quicker, he brought his legs up closer to his chest to brace the landing. Once he had finally landed, he rolled forward before straightening up and firing his arm-mounted harpoon launchers.
"Decepticons at nine o'clock!" Scattorshot said as he roughly landed next to Seaspray, shooting down a few Vehicons with his rifle. "I can see that purple giant, Lugnut."
"Well, slag," Seaspray muttered. "Don't suppose anyone has an atomic punch?"
"Less talkin', more shootin'!" Kup barked as he shot past the two Autobots, charging towards the Decepticons while firing his rifle.
Scattorshot and Seaspray watched him for a second before the former grinned at the latter. "Wreck and rule, eh?" he said before charging into battle.
* * *
"For the glory of Megatron!"
Treadshot flinched as a large missile shot past him and towards the approaching Wreckers. It made contact with the ground and created an explosion that sen two of them flying off their feet but failed to halt their charge.
Lugnut let out a low growl. "Bah. Perhaps it would be easier to take them out in one go."
As he reeled his right arm back, preparing to unleash his explosive punch, Nightracer cried out, "Lugnut, stop!"
The purple giant paused in mid-punch. He craned his head and narrowed his central optic at the Decepticon sharpshooter. "You are not one to command me."
Nightracer glared at him. "Remember what the general told us. We are to keep most of the Wreckers alive."
Lugnut smirked slightly. "Most. Not all."
Nonetheless, the Decepticon brute reverted from his "punching" position and instead brought out a large mace.
"Enough talk. Let us wreck some Wreckers."
* * *
The battle, such as it was, had begun. It wouldn't last long, Thunderwing knew, but that had been the plan from the start.
Striding down a corridor, the general came to a stop at a door to his left. Without bothering to knock, he opened it and stepped right in. The room was in pitch-black darkness, save for the multiple sets of red optics that watched him as he slowly walked towards the center of the room. Upon coming to a stop, he called out, "Airachnid."
There was the sound of skittering and the room finally lit up, albeit dimly, as a sleek, black-armored figure- suspended by long, spindly limbs- approached the general. Her violet optics bore into his red ones balefully.
"General," she hissed. "Shouldn't you be out there on the front lines, aiding your own team?"
Thunderwing scoffed. "I did not form the Mayhem Attack Squad just so I could lead them to their deaths. I command them, yes. But not lead them in the literal sense."
Airachnid glared at him. "Then why are you here?"
"I am cooking up a surprise for our Autobot visitors, and I require a few of your best Insecticons."
Airachnid smirked. "My best? The Insecticons hold little variety. However, if you were looking for the most competent...."
She beckoned to something in the darkness and at once, three Insecticons, all colored in black and purple, descended from the ceiling.
"Then these three- Shrapnel, Kickback, and Bombshell- are the ones you want."
Thunderwing grinned. "Perfect."
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