At the Beach Blitzwing

"Screw it," Blitzwing said in the middle of Starscream's mission briefing. He pushed off from the wall and walked out the door, ignoring the sudden shrieking from the white jet. The other people in the room acted as shields against Starscream's null-rays, and Blitzwing was around three corners by the time Starscream got to the doorway.

Like he cared. He'd have taken the shrieky jet on if Starscream had actually tried to stop him.

He left the Decepticon ship through the Combaticons' bay instead of through the main tower and waded off through the water. A few hours later, he walked out onto shore. He transformed and shook himself, rotating his turret all the way around. Transformed again and shook himself, working his flaps and elevators. Transformed back to robot-mode and stared up at the yellow star.

"Screw this," he repeated. "I'm not wasting another day on an insane plan that's just going to blow up in our faces. Not until Starscream apologizes for being such a chickenshit coward."

He glared at the empty beach on general principles. Stupid beach. Stupid fleshlings. Stupid organic planet. Stupid Starscream and his stupid 'Of course I'll be with you, you've got nothing to worry about!'

Stupid him for listening.

Blitzwing growled. Astrotrain was going to laugh himself sick when he got back. So was Octane. They always saw right through his 'I meant to do that and I'm so 'ard you don't dare laugh' posturing that cowed the stupid jets.

Seriously, Mixmaster was a bastard, and Blitzwing was this close to snapping the little jackwipe's neck for painting him primary colors.

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