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TF: Freewheel-Mission 2

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Freewheel rolled down the city street, to avoid the attention that his gauss turret would attract he had decided to leave it back in his quarters.

My blade will have to do all the work if I get into trouble, not ideal but I'll adapt, he mused to himself. Just like getting used to my new boss I guess, he thought, thinking about the news that Ironhide would be assuming control of the entire squad, I wonder where Hound went, not my place to question the higher-ups though..
He sighed as he stopped at a red light, why did I get the quietest day of the month to go on patrol?
No sooner than the thought left his processor then he heard the roaring of jet engines on his auditory sensors.

He accelerated towards the noise ignoring the red lights almost causing a minor traffic accident behind him, "Sorry! In a rush here!" He shouted over the blaring horns.
No fly-overs have been scheduled for today, that only means Decepticons and that I finally get to do something!

As he rounded a corner he saw two missiles streaking down from the sky towards a small group of houses and a jet veering away.

"Slag it!" He swore as he throttled towards the buildings. "Got to go faster, come on, come on!"
Meters away from the building the plating of his car form starting shifting around as he started to transform, in a few seconds an Autobot was running where a car had previously been.
He dove in front of the building activating his energon shield on his left arm. Swinging the shield he managed to block one of the missiles and deflect it back into the sky where it detonated harmlessly however the second slipped under his guard and his him directly in the chest, narrowly missing the chassis around his spark chamber.
The impact caused him to spin into the ground just clear of the buildings.
Weakly he raised a hand to the side of his head, the sound of straining metal screeched though the air, "Freewheel to the Ark... I think I need a medic down here." He said before sighing and letting his arm clang to the floor.
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Freewheel lay on the floor noticing a small group of humans starting to gather around him.
After a few minutes one of the medical recruits from the Ark arrived, transformed and came over to him.

They looked at him for a moment and raised and optic ridge, "Ouch, what happened to you?"
Freewheel lifted his head from the ground slightly pointed at the sky, "Decepticon," then at himself, "Missiles," then at the buildings around him, "Civilians."
The medic shrugged, "Fair enough, but from the looks of those wounds you're gonna be off duty for a few weeks."
Freewheel let his head drop back to the floor with a rather audible clang. "....Slag."
For the Autobot Club

I would have liked to have drawn this but it seems that my skills in that area aren't quite up to it :shrug:

Anyhoo I decided to write a little short story for this seeing as I haven't really been that active and I felt a bit guilty about that :P

Also decided to leave the medic un-named for now too.
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SuiwArt's avatar
seems good, I was drawing a bit of ColdAir the other day but im still not so happy with how she looks like xD
and Freewheel got lots of details so I understand why you didnt draw this XD