fandomweekly | [142] Rocket Science (Transformers)

Theme Prompt: #142 - Teamwork

Title: Rocket Science

Fandom: Transformers Generation One

Rating/Warnings: Teen; canon-typical violence

Bonus: Yes

Word Count: 802 words

Summary: The Stunticons rob Swindle's lockbox, and it takes all their combined skills to pull it off.

"It's not like it's rocket science," Drag Strip snipped, leaning over Breakdown's shoulder.

"Shut up, Drag Strip," Breakdown muttered, trying to make sure he kept a grip on the padlock.

"You just have to open the thing," Drag Strip continued. "I can do that better than you if Motormaster just let me get my guns out."

"Both of you shut the fuck up," Motormaster barked into the comms. They could hear some sort of siren behind him through the tinny crackle.

"At least Wildrider is doing his job right for once," Drag Strip continued, while Breakdown continued trying to pick the lock in peace. "Those explosions are so good. I wish I could be out there with him. Can't you hurry up?"

"Would you please shut up?" Breakdown asked, focusing on the padlock. Frag. "I'm trying to focus. Go soot some humans or something."

"Huh? No, just hurry up, Motormaster is gonna knock me into next week if I run off again. Just... pick up the pace, Breaky."

Breakdown groaned, dropping the padlock. "It's not like I can dust snap my fingers and make it top being locked, Drag Strip, I have to actually work hat it, and Motormaster is going to be really mad if you keep distracting me."

"Ugh," Drag Strip said. "Can't you just break it?"

"If m-we were just here to blow a hole in the ball and leave, maybe- "

"You're stuttering," Dead End said, comming. Somehow he still sounded bored. "Do you need a hand, Breakdown? Are you and Drag Strip about to die?"

"No, we're fine," Drag Strip said immediately. "He's almost got the safe unlocked."

"I could use a hand," Breakdown said, mostly because he was sick of Drag Strip's shit.

"Stay there, I'm on my way," said Dead End, and cut the comm.

Another explosion rocked the building, this one closer than the last, and Breakdown couldn't help but imagine Wildrider whooping as the Combaticons fired at him. He was probably having a blast right now. Unlike Breakdown, who was being harangued while trying to open the safe. But someone had to do it. The enitre mission was hinging on him. Wildrider and Motormaster were just playing distraction.

Not that Breakdown really needed the pressure. He went back to messing with the safe. The stress was getting to him; his hands were shaking.

Dead End came sliding around the corner a little later. "...You guys are fine."

"Breaky's just taking forever with the safe. I don't know why he's just wasting time when we could be out there shooting squishies and getting attention- "

"And then Onslaught is going to to call Vortex and Brawl in from the Nemesis and they'll kill everyone outside, which is getting more and more probable by the second," Dead End cut in. "We're better off in here."

"Ugh, you're so fragging boring!" Drag Strip snapped. "I want to go shoot squishies and have everyone pay attention to me. If you don't, that's your problem! I'm not gonna fragging die!"

"Would you three shut up?" Motormaster barked into the comms again. Something shattered in the floor above them. Their time was running out. "Breakdown, get the safe open now."

"Oh, he's mad," Drag Strip said, unnecessarily.

"If the Combaticons don't kill us, Motormaster will," Dead End said mournfully. "Breakdown- "

"Just stop talking to me, please, so I can focus," Breakdown said, and finally popped the lock open. "Oh. Uh."

"Great," Drag Strip said, flinging the door open. Breakdown jolted backward to avoid being hit in the face with the heavy door. "Dead End, give me a hand with this."

Inside the safe was the weapon they were here to take, as well as a whole lot of random credit sticks and other probably-stupid-valuable junk. Swindle's private lockbox was a hell of a prize. Drag Strip grabbed the weapon and handed it to Dead End and then went to stuff his subspace with shiny slag, and Dead End foisted it off onto Breakdown to grab a tin of polish.

"What even is this, anyway?" Drag Strip asked, shoveling credits into a compartment into his wrist. "The thing we're getting. I spaced out while Dead End was telling us about it."

"You know how you said we weren't doing rocket science, earlier?" Breakdown asked.

"Uh... yes?"

Breakdown lifted the state-of-the-art rocket launcher that Swindle had bought off some alien. The thing they'd come here for. "This is rocket science."

Drag Strip took a second to get the joke, and then punched Breakdown square in the faceplates. Breakdown had his arms full, and he figured he'd rather take one to the head than get Motormaster's new gun broken, so he didn't even try to block it. "Ugh! You are the least funny fragger alive. Give me that and let's get out of here."

[142] Rocket Science (Transformers)

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