Glances into a Spark - Kick in the Grill
Title: Glances into a Spark - Kick in the Grill
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: The Autobots
Rating: PG
Summary: /Optimus, those are the humans who have been chasing me, I'm sure of it!/
Warnings: n/a
Notes: This scene was my absolute favorite scene in the movie, simply for it's pure badass factor. I decided to show it from the Autobot's POV.
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/Optimus!/
Bumblebee stared at the approaching black vehicles in anger and alarm. /Optimus, those are the humans who have been chasing me/ he transmitted. /I'm sure of it!/
"Slaggit, what do they want?" Jazz muttered, peering around a tree at the SUV's. "Do they know where you are, got a transmitter on you?"
"Bumblebee has no transmitter on him," Ratchet affirmed. "I checked as soon as I could, after his reports. I think they're just tenacious."
/Sam/ Bumblebee realized. /I think he might have told the local law enforcement about seeing me last night. Those humans must've read the reports. And you guys weren't all that quiet about your arrival, either. They suspect/
"Let's give them something to suspect, then," Ironhide said, grimly eager.
"No," Optimus said firmly. "Autobots, fall back, to the alley where we arrived. We will watch from a distance."
"As soon as they leave, we get the kid and bounce," Jazz said, slipping behind the garage. "I saw him get the glasses."
A nod from Optimus, then they transformed, waiting silent and dark in the alley, all sensors aimed at the house. /Jazz?/ Optimus prodded, knowing the spy had the highest sensitivity of the group.
/Questioning the family/ Jazz sent to them all. /And the girl. The ones outside are poking around and -SLAG! Optimus, they're taking them prisoner!/
/WHAT?/ Optimus' engine revved, and he circled the block, followed closely by the others, just in time to see the SUV's pull away from the house, splitting into two groups.
/This way/ Bumblebee said, swerving in front of the Prime and taking off. /They're headed south out of town, I'd put credits on it. I think their base is in the desert somewhere. I know a short cut that'll get us in front of them/
They cut through side streets and alleys, a strange convoy to be rolling through a residential area in the middle of the night. /Anyone have a plan of attack?/ Jazz asked. /Or do we just dive in, Ironhide style, and scrape up the leftovers later?/
/I have an idea/ Optimus said, and though the radio transmissions conducted little emotion, he sounded tight and quiet. /Ratchet, how much force is required to do any kind of injury to the human structure?/
Had they been in bipedal form, Ratchet would have given his leader a quizzical look. Instead, there was a brief pause before the medic transmitted the requested information, multiple charts detailing sharp damage and bludgeoning damage and damage from fire and chemicals and age and fitness level.
/Thank you. Bumblebee, I need you to get us ahead of them, and right in their path/
/Right/ The scout took a turn and stopped, engine idling, at one end of a bridge. Below them was the highway. /They should be along here any minute now/
"Wait here for my signal," Optimus said aloud, standing and making his way down the embankment. He crouched beside the bridge, peeking beneath the supports back down the highway.
Soon enough, one of the SUV caravans came into sight. As soon as the lead car passed beneath the bridge, Optimus stood and gave it a swift kick. Carefully measured force crumpled the vehicle's front end, and the Autobots still on the bridge could hear the occupants scream in alarm. Optimus strode over to the SUV and calmly picked it up by the roof, giving it a sharp shake to tear the roof free and toss it aside.
"He is so torqued," Jazz said gleefully. The others agreed.
"Taking the children," Optimus Prime said, cold anger underlying his voice as he towered above the humans. "Was a bad move. Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: The Autobots
Rating: PG
Summary: /Optimus, those are the humans who have been chasing me, I'm sure of it!/
Warnings: n/a
Notes: This scene was my absolute favorite scene in the movie, simply for it's pure badass factor. I decided to show it from the Autobot's POV.
Table of Contents
o o o
/Optimus!/
Bumblebee stared at the approaching black vehicles in anger and alarm. /Optimus, those are the humans who have been chasing me/ he transmitted. /I'm sure of it!/
"Slaggit, what do they want?" Jazz muttered, peering around a tree at the SUV's. "Do they know where you are, got a transmitter on you?"
"Bumblebee has no transmitter on him," Ratchet affirmed. "I checked as soon as I could, after his reports. I think they're just tenacious."
/Sam/ Bumblebee realized. /I think he might have told the local law enforcement about seeing me last night. Those humans must've read the reports. And you guys weren't all that quiet about your arrival, either. They suspect/
"Let's give them something to suspect, then," Ironhide said, grimly eager.
"No," Optimus said firmly. "Autobots, fall back, to the alley where we arrived. We will watch from a distance."
"As soon as they leave, we get the kid and bounce," Jazz said, slipping behind the garage. "I saw him get the glasses."
A nod from Optimus, then they transformed, waiting silent and dark in the alley, all sensors aimed at the house. /Jazz?/ Optimus prodded, knowing the spy had the highest sensitivity of the group.
/Questioning the family/ Jazz sent to them all. /And the girl. The ones outside are poking around and -SLAG! Optimus, they're taking them prisoner!/
/WHAT?/ Optimus' engine revved, and he circled the block, followed closely by the others, just in time to see the SUV's pull away from the house, splitting into two groups.
/This way/ Bumblebee said, swerving in front of the Prime and taking off. /They're headed south out of town, I'd put credits on it. I think their base is in the desert somewhere. I know a short cut that'll get us in front of them/
They cut through side streets and alleys, a strange convoy to be rolling through a residential area in the middle of the night. /Anyone have a plan of attack?/ Jazz asked. /Or do we just dive in, Ironhide style, and scrape up the leftovers later?/
/I have an idea/ Optimus said, and though the radio transmissions conducted little emotion, he sounded tight and quiet. /Ratchet, how much force is required to do any kind of injury to the human structure?/
Had they been in bipedal form, Ratchet would have given his leader a quizzical look. Instead, there was a brief pause before the medic transmitted the requested information, multiple charts detailing sharp damage and bludgeoning damage and damage from fire and chemicals and age and fitness level.
/Thank you. Bumblebee, I need you to get us ahead of them, and right in their path/
/Right/ The scout took a turn and stopped, engine idling, at one end of a bridge. Below them was the highway. /They should be along here any minute now/
"Wait here for my signal," Optimus said aloud, standing and making his way down the embankment. He crouched beside the bridge, peeking beneath the supports back down the highway.
Soon enough, one of the SUV caravans came into sight. As soon as the lead car passed beneath the bridge, Optimus stood and gave it a swift kick. Carefully measured force crumpled the vehicle's front end, and the Autobots still on the bridge could hear the occupants scream in alarm. Optimus strode over to the SUV and calmly picked it up by the roof, giving it a sharp shake to tear the roof free and toss it aside.
"He is so torqued," Jazz said gleefully. The others agreed.
"Taking the children," Optimus Prime said, cold anger underlying his voice as he towered above the humans. "Was a bad move. Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."