Operation Overload

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Title:  Operation Overload
Continuity: IDW/G1
Pairing: Sixshot/Terrorcons
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack. Possible OOC. Terrorcons. And this never gets to the naughty bits, because...Terrorcons.
for tf_rare_pairing  Feb challenge, song, Sister Machine Gun "overload"

 

 “So,” Cutthroat snapped. “None  of you are going to do anything.” He glared at his gestalt mates. 

“It’s not that simple,” Hun-Grr said.  This conversation had spiraled around the drain for the last megaklik. Right now, snacktime. He pushed to his feet. 

“What?” Rippersnapper said, chin tucked, arms over his chassis. “Conversation over?”

“Conversation on pause.” Hun-Grr glared. “Can’t think straight on empty tanks. “

“Get me something!” Sinnertwin barked, his other mouth biting at his leg.  He was going through another of his little phases where he thought his alt was better than his root.  Great.  Like Blot wasn’t gross enough: they were all going to suffer from ‘Sinnertwin eats with his face’ again.

“I think,” Blot announced.

“There’s a scary thought,” Rippersnapper muttered.

“I THINK,” Blot repeated, looking vaguely hurt. Which, Hun-Grr thought, really didn’t help his case.  “I think that we should just invite him over.”

Yeah, that idea was so dumb that even Hun-Grr had stopped mid-stride to stare.  Invite Sixshot, here?

“Oh, sure,” Cutthroat said. “And how exactly would that work for us?”

“Door locks?” Blot shrugged, looking at them as though they were all a little stupid. It hurt. It really kinda hurt. 

The kind of hurt Hun-Grr could only quash with a bag of energon crispies.  He grabbed a bag, stopped, grabbed a few more, before stomping back to the circle. He chucked one of the bags at Sinnertwin, hitting him squarely between one set of optics.  Serves him right.  Seriously. Cleaning there in public?  They might be Terrorcons, but that didn’t mean they had to be…vulgar about it.

“Uh, yeah.  Hello. Phase Sixer?” Rippersnapper shook his head at the tragedy of stupid that was Blot.  “Destroys whole planets? Don’t think our security lock is going to hold him.”

“Not unless we tie him down or something,” Cutthroat said. Halfway through saying it it went from a snark to an idea, his face lighting up. “Tie him down!”

“Sixshot? Tied down? Count me in!” Sinnertwin’s heads bobbled. 

Well, yeah, it was a mental image that even made Hun-Grr pause mid-munch. But still. “Like Rippersnapper said.  Phase Sixer?”

“Well…we’re a whole team, and he likes us.  Kind of the whole point, right?”  Cutthroat had that gleam in his optics, the one that said he was going to Champion a Cause no matter how stupid it was. 

And this one was pretty stupid.

“So, you’re going to count on the fact that because he likes us he’s going to let us tie him up?” How had they gotten here? Weren’t they just making fun of Blot’s stupid ‘lock the door’ plan?

“Let,” Cutthroat said, significantly. 

Sinnertwin started chortling. 

Hun-Grr grunted, chomping through the rest of the bag of crisps before he answered. “All right. We’re going to try this? We’re going to do it right.  A plan.” He turned to Cutthroat. “That we’re going to stick to, this time.” 

Cutthroat stuck out his glossa. 

“This is so going to blow up in our faces,” Rippersnapper said.  “Just so you know that.”

“What?” Cutthroat said. “We combine to form one of the greatest gestalts in Decepticon history!”

“Deluuuuuuusional,” Rippersnapper sang back. “We get the suck missions.”

“Because we’re good at them.”

Rippersnapper just shot him a look of ineffable sympathy for being so dumb. 

“Point is,” Hun-Grr said. “We do handle some pretty rough missions.  It’s worth a shot.” He glared Rippersnapper down.

“We need a good name for it,” Rippersnapper smirked.  “Operation Sixshot Bondage.”

“I want it to be “Operation Thank You for Saving Us from the Reapers!” Blot bounced, releasing  a few squirts of that…oh-so-special Blot juice. Even Sinnertwin squirmed away.

“That’s…a little too long,” Hun-Grr said. “And the other gives away the objective. Anyone hearing the name’s gonna know what we’re trying to do.”

Cutthroat nodded. “Ruins the element of surprise.”

Yeah, surprise.  Hun-Grr had a feeling they were all going to be surprised.

“Well,” Rippersnapper challenged, miffed that his suggestion had been shot down to keep company with Blot’s.  “What’s your big idea?”

Hun-Grr shrugged easily. He was the leader. He had skills. And one of those skills was mission naming. “Operation Overload.” 

[***]

Sixshot frowned at the datapad’s message. He’d never held Overlord in particularly high regard but…he would have granted Overlord the ability to, you know, spell.  And that was a considerable surfeit of exclamation points.  And Sixshot certainly hoped that the ‘:3’ by the signature was extremely, extremely ironic. But Overlord calling him out at all was pretty stupid, so, maybe this went along with that.

Huh. ‘Ill b weighting.’ Right, Overlord. Well, Sixshot wouldn’t want to keep him ‘weighting’ for long.  It was time to settle this once and for all.

[***]

“You don’t…seriously think this is going to work, do you?” Rippersnapper leaned against the wall of the narrow cavern they’d just spent the last four days hollowing out of this stupid asteroid.  He’d never been a big believer in the plan—the results, oh frag yes, but the plan? Ridonkulous.  No other word would do. And Hun-Grr had already, as Rippersnapper figured it, made a few, uh, implementation errors. Like letting Blot write the note.  At least he hadn’t scrimped on the cabling. And the net they’d rigged had been tested by three of them at the same time.  That had been…really fun to watch. Especially when Sinnertwin got fresh with Cutthroat. 

Not that Rippersnapper thought it would hold Sixshot, but still, it had been worth the effort of the last few days.

Sinnertwin snickered. “Work well enough.  Besides, we get closest first.”

“He’s going to…shoot us in the face.” 

“No, he won’t.” Hun-Grr rounded the corner, coming upon them. “Especially if you two do your part.”

Rippersnapper groaned. “When we get shot in the face, remember that I predicted we’d get shot in the face.”

“Get shot in the face—by me—if you blow this,” Hun-Grr said, placidly. 

“Fine. FINE,” Rippersnapper said. “Still don’t know why I have to be the bottom part.”

Sinnertwin just chortled, dashing over and climbing up Rippersnapper’s frame.  He made a few quick adjustments. “How do we look? Convincing?”

Hun-Grr stared appraisingly.  “We-ell,” he said, finally, “The light will be pretty dim.” 

[***]

Sixshot found the asteroid’s tunnel entrance easily.  Too easily, in fact. There had to be some trick.  It wasn’t even tripwired.

Oh, Overlord, you’re losing your touch. If, of course, you ever had any. Unless…this was some attempt to lull Sixshot into some false sense of security. Right.  Not. Going. To. Happen.

Sixshot slipped down the tunnel corridors, weapons drawn, sticking to the sloping sides, audios tuned to any sound.  It was just like Overlord to hide, cower, in some nest somewhere, expecting attention. So much ego. 

Probably thought he was gaining some upper hand in having Sixshot seek him out. Battlefield advantage.  Sixshot snorted, the sound echoing around the hard walls.  Right. Take all the advantages you need, Overlord.  Just make your defeat that much more humiliating.

Sixshot heard a soft noise—a scraping sound, followed by something like a shuffle. Huh. Failing at stealth.  Not that he was surprised:  their work often didn’t call for a great deal of secrecy.  He preferred a big dramatic entrance, himself, to be honest.  Primus created incendiaries and it was such a shame to let them go to waste. 

He sidled up to where the wall bowed in a turn, flattening his backstruts to the gritty surface.  He stowed one of his pistols—wouldn’t need them both.  Probably just take one shot.  Huh. Should he aim for Overlord’s chassis or for his…disturbingly ugly face? 

The face. What was he even thinking. Shoot the face. 

Another shuffle, from around the bend.  Sixshot cocked his head, letting his audio pickups calibrate, fixing the location and range.  This was going to be over in three…two….

Sxshot pivoted on one heel around the corner, gun rising with smooth precision, locking onto the target at range. And…

What…the…?

And then the world went white and red and sparking with stars as something hit him in the back of his helm and his last thoughts were how humiliating it was to be tricked by Overlord.

[***]

“Primus dammit, Cutthroat.  You didn’t need to hit him so damn hard.”  Hun-Grr frowned. 

“It wasn’t my fault! Blot’s…Blot Juice made the rope slippery. I kind of fell.” 

“I told you to let me do the hitting,” Blot drooped. “I can totally hit stuff, you know.”

“Yeah, but he would ‘totally’ have smelled you coming, too.” 

“I think we need to have a few words about ‘Overlord’ over there,” Cutthroat deflected. 

It was not Rippersnapper’s fault.  And besides, they had work to do and maybe it was better off that Sixshot was, you know, out for this phase of the operation.  To wit:  Rippersnapper grabbed the holstered pistol and put it at what he hoped was a safe distance away. 

“By ‘Overlord’ you mean Sinnertwin,” Rippersnapper said, tearing the flimsy costume shell from his frame. “Someone needs to tell him that occasionally, he needs to stow that equipment.”  Seriously. And Rippersnapper’d been standing right under it. With the noise, and the vibration and the…oh ewww.  Yeah, he was going to autoclave his cortex as soon as they got back. 

“What?” Sinnertwin said. “Come on. This whole idea’s so fraggin’ hot. I got…excited.”

“We really don’t have time for this right now,” Hun-Grr said, but liberally dispensed glares all around. “Tactical advantage is ours, mechs. Now, get me that cable.” 

[***]

Sixshot onlined faster than most mechs, systems popping online like a chained explosion.  He spun to one side, reaching for his gun…and it took an entire klik for him to realize that both movements had completely and utterly failed.  His optics blazed at the ceiling above him, feeling the ground beneath him and now that he thought about it, many, many wraps of high-tension cable, trussed spread-eagled on the floor of the cave. Not. Acceptable.

He heard a snicker off to his right. “What’s your game, Overlord.” 

Another snicker and then, “No fun if I tell you.” 

What…was wrong with Overlord’s voice? 

Sixshot shifted, testing the bonds.  He could move his left hand…a little. Not enough to do much, but it was a start. It meant there was slack in the binding. And he could work with that. He just had to stall a bit longer. 

“You scared?”  The voice seemed even wronger this time, and behind his head.  Some pathetic attempt to intimidate him.

“Oh. Terrified.”  Not falling for your tricks, Overlord.

“Reall—oof!”  What…. Okay, that was definitely not Overlord’s voice.  Sixshot struggled to turn his head, his view blocked by his vertical stabilizer. Overlord really wasn’t one to work with a partner.  Not that Sixshot was in any place to judge. Not really a buddy kind of mech himself.  He twisted his wrist, straining the cable, pulling for more slack. 

“So terrified,” he said, “might just fall asleep.”  There, that ought to goad Overlord and… whatever empty-cortexed minion he’d gotten to work for him.

“Well,” a voice came, this time by his feet.  “Can’t have that, can we?”

“Getting bored,” Sixshot taunted. He shifted his pelvic frame, testing for slack there. 

“Ooooooh don’t move like that.”  A sort of whine that seemed…strangely like it should be familiar.

Double what.  “Show yourself, coward.”  

A murmur that seemed to ripple around the room.  And then another whine and then…oof.  The sudden weight on his chassis, and two yellow heads grinning down at him. Sinnertwin?  “Do more than show you, Sixshot,” the Terrorcon leered. In stereo.  That was…interesting. Yeah. Sixshot would go with interesting.

“Dammit,” Hun-Grr snarled. Sixshot could place the voices now. Now that they weren’t trying to disguise them. Now that he wasn’t…somehow stuck in this delusion that this was Overlord’s doing.  “You have the self-control of a rabid cyberwombat.”

“Is that what his alt is?” Rippersnapper snorted.

“Oh like YOU should talk,” one of Sinnertwin’s heads snapped.  “You’re a real vision.”

Sixshot managed to turn his head in the bindings across his throat, till he met Hun-Grr’s gaze. “Explanation.”  Make it good.

Hun-Grr shrugged uneasily. “Yeah, we were just having a little fun, with the whole voice thing. Sorry.  Got, uh, carried away.”

Sixshot grunted, his optics giving a flat stare.

“See?” Cutthroat crowed, “Told you this would work.”

“Because,” Hun-Grr muttered, “we actually, for once, followed the plan.” 

“We wanted to thank you!” Blot bounced into view, a waft of his…unique scent striking Sixshot’s olfactory sensors like a slap.

“Thank me.” Yyyyyeah. Sixshot wasn’t quite sure when ‘ambush you and tie you up’ became an appropriate gratitude gesture. Not that he was really, you know, up on his etiquette. 

“For that whole, you know, Reapers thing.”  Cutthroat bent over, to tweak one of the cables over Sixshot’s thigh, sending it vibrating.

Oh. That. He tried to shrug, the cables biting into his vertical stabilizer, Sinnertwin purring over him at the movement.  “Nothing.” 

“Yeah?” Sinnertwin grinned down at him, kneading his chassis with his talons. “Well, we think otherwise.  And currently, you’re outnumbered. And tied up. So…what are you going to do about it, huh?”

Sixshot blinked, and under his mask, he felt an unfamiliar smile spread over his face.  “Nothing, I guess,” he said.  “I can take it. Do your worst.”

They pounced.

 

Comments

[linnet-melody.livejournal.com]

I am ... ridonkulously fond of this ... Pairing? Orgy? What the hell are we calling these guys, anyhow?

Blot Juice. *snickersnort*

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

I love them, too. So dysfunctional!!!

[ultharkitty.livejournal.com]

lol, that was awesome :D I especially love their bickering, and Sinnertwin's inappropriateness. This has put me in a far better mood than this morning did :D

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

Glad it brightened your day!

[macboris.livejournal.com]

You tease! Terrorcon naughty bits are their best part.

I love your Sinnertwin. Ehehe, cleaning himself.

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

Well, Sinnertwin sure thinks *his* are the best part! ^_^ They're really fun to write! :D

[macboris.livejournal.com]

They obviously are. Sinnertwin has two of everything. *eyebrow wriggle*

[xxsomeoneelsexx.livejournal.com]

Should he aim for Overlord’s chassis or for his…disturbingly ugly face?

The face. What was he even thinking. Shoot the face.

THIS FIC IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BEAUTIFUL. :D

[chibirisuchan.livejournal.com]

BWAHAHAHAHAHA OMG. *wheeze* Decepticon courting rituals and their similarities to fourth-grade boys FTW.

English -> 4th grade / Decepticon phrase book 101:

I'm scared, I like you and I don't know what to do about it -> I'll put slugs in your hair and frogs in your lunchbox / shoot you a lot but not actually kill you!

Be scared, I like you and I DO know what to do about it -> I'll never stop poking you, shooting spitwads at you, and/or sticking gum in your hair / (see Frenzy to Barricade behavioral studies here)

Your advances are highly unwelcome -> I'll aim at you an extra lot in dodgeball / terminate you instantly.

I suppose I can live with your advances -> I'll only put gum in your hair and glue in your gym shoes every other week or so; can't let you let down your guard after all / what? You're not dead yet. Do the math.

Does he/she like me back? -> am I crying/dead yet? If yes, then no. If no, then yes. Uh. I think.

LOL...