"Got it!" Wheeljack yelled back at Prowl, breaking into a run, which then led to him performing a small hop. As his body left the ground, it begun to spin and twist around, metal plates adjusting, panels swinging around and sliding into place, his humanoid shape shifting into a white car in a matter of seconds. He begun to drive off, his plan simple. Open up one of his car doors, slide into the human and knock her inside, and then drive off. Might rough up her legs a bit, but Wheeljack had a feeling she wouldn't feel it. Besides, that would be preferable to being exploded by a missile or something like that. He drove towards her, kicking up dust and dirt, mentally preparing himself. If he messed up, he would just run her over, and he was preeeeeeeeeetty sure that wouldn't be a good thing.<span style="font-style: italic">"If I begin to spin right there, at this speed, it sho-!"</span><br/><br/>He was kicked out of his thoughts when he suddenly saw something appear in front of him, causing him to try to skid to a halt. He could do nothing but watch as the general was blasted with plasma, wiping her from this plane of existence. Before he could do ANYTHING else, he suddenly felt something slam on his good of him, the sudden impact stunning him for a moment. "Gah, come on!" He complained, trying to get his bearings back together, when he felt something drop ontop of him. The beeping told him it was a bomb, and from the size of it, a pretty decently sized one. Wheeljack looked Skywarp over with his visor, a flash of anger as he threatened Prowl. He begun to think, running through the possibilities.<br/><br/>Not the possibilities of how to get out of this, no. The list of possibilities that could lead somebody to thinking what Skywarp just did was in any way a good plan. "Ah, I can think about it later." He would have shrugged if he wa sin robot mode, but instead he just peeled out, heading towards the Seeker as fast as possible. Sure, Skywarp had jumped back...but Wheeljack was a car. He could close the distance in no time, and the scientist had a feeling the Seeker wasn't ready to sacrifice himself to get rid of an enemy. He transformed once again, lunging towards the black and purple jet bot with an arm reached out. The other arm? Ready to rip off the explosives if the Seeker lived up to his name, which should give Wheeljack<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>enough time to throw them towards the other seekers.<br/><br/>This was, of course, all depending if Prowl just didn't shoot him in the head as soon Skywarp turned around to mock Wheeljack for moving, which was something he had a feeling the Seeker was looking forward to. But Wheeljack was gonna beat him to the punch! "Man, you just wanted to look cool, didn't you? You ever stopped to realize car modes go faster than robot modes can jump?"<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Bludgeon made a sound that was somewhere between amused and impressed. "I'm surprised one of them was able to complete the mission. I'm less surprised the fool is just standing around for a counter-attack." Bludgeon wasn't to lie and say the Seekers were<span style="font-style: italic">weak.</span>No, on the contrary, they could easily be some of the most fearsome warriors of the entire Decepticon army. There was a reason they were well known, after all. The problem they had, however, was easily seen with Skywarp. There was nothing stopping him from  jabbing his knives directly into Prowl's spark, or from blasting Wheeljack with the same plasma cannon used on the general, or simply activating the explosives as soon as he was far enough away. But he thought he had won, so he was going to gloat. A mistake that had taken down the most powerful of warriors in the past. This was what Bludgeon had meant. On one on one combat, only Starscream would be of value, and mowing down legions of grunts and killing humans was something any decently prepared cybertronian could do<br/><br/>Then Wheeljack proceed to act on the obvious flaws in Skywarp's actions, and a darkly amused face appeared on Bludgeon.<span style="font-style: italic">"It might ruin the image I have, but if the fool actually ends up blowing himself up, I'm not going to be able to stop my laughter."</span>He thought, suddenly realizing something as he watched the scene. Standing straight up , dusting off the arm that was leaning on the throne. He walked forward, moving closer to one of the command center workers. He placed a hand on the Con's shoulder, leaning in near his head. He said nothing, as he felt the working shaking, an aura of pure fear coming off of him. He wouldn't harm a fellow Decepticon outside of battle, but the utmost fear these lesser beings felt around him gave him great amusement, so he was silent for a few moments to enjoy it. However, he did come over here for a reason, so he soon gave a request. "Could you have one of the monitors zoom in on the black and white autobot? The one with the black visor?"<br/><br/>"Y-Y-Yes s-sir." The worker answer, choosing a smaller monitor to zoom in on Prowl.<br/><br/>"Thank you." Bludgeon answered, heading back towards Megatron. The worker had never felt so much relief in a single moment, not in his entire life.<br/><br/>"Megatron." He spoke, his voice just high enough that only the silver machine could hear him. "That is Barricade's old partner, correct?" He didn't need to ask, he already knew. He also knew that, once again, he was proven right about the Seekers. It was only pure, dumb luck that kept Skywarp from dying. To think, if he had actually succeeded in killing Prowl, he would have found himself mutilated and injured beyond recognizance, forced to suffer until Bludgeon had deemed him punished enough.