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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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.