Transformers-'verse. Near the mouth of the wormhole. Slapdown on a slimeball.

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The space near the mouth of the wormhole was silent and empty but for the jet that hovered a safe distance from its mouth. Occasionally a bit of drifting junk would get sucked into it, but nothing else moved.

Then four mechs appeared out of nowhere; two burly black ones, a yellow one with red markings, and a femme that shone blindingly white in the unfiltered light of the sun.

Instantly the jet shifted position, creeping near. //Autobots! What do you want?//

//You,// said the yellow one grimly, folding his arms over his chest. //You've killed your last Autobot, Starscream.//

//And who's going to take me?// The jet's voice was mocking. //You don't even have any who have aerial modes.//

//Oh don't we?// The yellow one gave a clear smirk despite the relative immobility of his face.

And then she decloaked....

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//What is she doing?// growls Ironhide in concern, even as they scatter to make way for the combatants.

Starscream tries to brake, but then decides to accelerate instead, his own guns once more blazing.

Ratchet wills himself not to close his eyes.

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She transforms back into her robot-mode and aligns her wings in case she has to take off again, but holds her position, sending a shot in his direction and easily dodging the few she sends him.

If this was going to be all him playing chicken, it was going to get very boring very fast.

Oh, for a melee weapon....

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//The girder, Dev. The girder!// urges Ratchet, firing at the jet as he decides to shoot at him and getting out of the way as fast as he could. Starscream's testing her, unsure of her strengths just as they'd banked on.

//Slag brained glitch lover,// adds Starforge, doing a quick straffing run of his own.

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Oh yeah... And it's a quick to-and-fro transformation and suddenly Endeavour has a large pole to thwack people with.

She lights her OMS engines - which can still propel her in her robot form - and streaks toward the Decepticon, and at first she appears to have overshot.

That is when she swings the girder around to backhand him in the face.

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There's a screech of Cybertronian rage as Starscream recoils and then transforms, his guns blazing as he tries to give himself time to recover.

//What you said.// Starforge gives him a shot to the rear.

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Dev dodges most of the bolts and tries another swing with the girder, brandishing it with her left hand like a sword, and follows said swing with a round from her cannon, such that he's being attacked from both sides.

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Starscream transforms again and darts away, finding himself overmatched and eager to escape, but angry enough to want to leave some parting shot. There's a grunt over the com channels as Ironhide suddenly spins from a hit, and then Ratchet's doing a desperate duck and twist as bolt after bolt comes his way.

Starforge lets rip, then concentrates, his deep blue eyes flaming as the wormhole also glows for a moment before collapsing and vanishing.

And now there's a desperate and cornered enemy on their hands.

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If Starscream thinks that Endeavour didn't see his sudden assault on her brothers-in-arms, he had another thing coming.

She's in shuttle mode again, breaching the distance between them, and as she comes up close enough to touch him, she transforms into robot mode once more, turning her engine exhaust toward the Decepticon jet.

That's burning energon there. It's dangerous.

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There's another screech, and he's putting as much distance as he can between them. One gun seems to be inactive, but the other is pouring out fire as he makes a run for it.

//Starforge, Dev, he's getting away!// calls Ratchet, still spinning from the assault. Chromia and Ironhide are heading toward him.

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Dev dodges the fire and takes off screaming after him in shuttle mode, bay doors open and her own cannon blazing.

Some part of her CPU is vaguely alarmed that the rest of her CPU is focused all on one thought: Kill him.