Runamuck walks into view. Yes, he is walking.

Streetwise sweeps his sensors over the area. Unexpectedly, he detects two signals. One Autobot and one Decepticon... and the Decepticon is one he's very familiar with. Immediately assuming the worst, he puts the pedal to the metal and screeches towards Hardstrike and Onslaught.

Onslaught pose shakes his head as the blindness of the Autobots is proven yet again, "You missed the point, Autobot. In a sense, you have allied yourself with the Decepticons. The humans do not believe in your peace...it is quite the opposite. Look through their history...they have slaughtered each other over trival matters. Now, -I- restate: the humans will never be unified. Their race has had enough time to right their wrongs...they are not advancing any farther..." A thin smile appears and the Combaticon adds, "It is time you let go."

Streetwise slews around through ninety degrees, kicking up mud and dust as he skids to a stop alongside Hardstrike. He flips up into his robot mode, weapon in hand and trained on Onslaught, "Ok, Flatface, back off right..." He notices that Hardstrike's weapons aren't readied, "What's going on?" He asks, aim unwavering.

Hardstrike looks at Onslaught, unphased by his attempts to bring him to doubt humans. " And all throughout earth's history, Humans have put aside their differences to unite for a common cause, a ' greater evil '. And whenever done so, they accomplish great things. We hope to help them unite once more, as we once were united as cybertronians: Not autobot, not decepticon, but 'cybertronian' " Hardstrike speaks this words, his voice never falting, or hesitating. " We have a bloody past ourselves, almost as destructive as the humans. And yet, when we found ourselves faced with a common cause...we worked together for it. And we saved Cybertron..." the Autobot looks at Onslaught, obviously referring to the events that occured, and even were partial cause for their honor dual. Hardstrike glances at Streetwise, " He and I are haveing a discussion, don't worry.."

Runamuck walks up to Onslaught. "Hi Boss!" Looking over, Runamuck sees Hardstrike, then snickers. "Heya, Dork."

Streetwise slowly lowers his photon pistol, still glowering at Onslaught. "You can't have a discussion with *that*." He says, spitting the last word out, "All it wants to do is kill you."

Runamuck looks at Streetwise. "Dork."

The alien merchant glances at the new arrivals, and glances at his escort. He then goes back to sorting through a pile of wreckage.

Streetwise swings his gun around to point at Runamuck, "Shut your faceplate before I burn it off." He snaps.

Hardstrike spins around, and moves to smack Streetwise's hand, hoping to knock the gun away
Hardstrike snaps at Streetwise, " Put that away! "

Runamuck makes a scared pose. "Ooohhh...I'm shivvering in my wittle space-boots....dork!" Runamuck snickers again, then points and laughs at Streetwise. "Look at me! I'm a Protect-O-Bot! That sounds like a cheap immitation of a toy-line or somethin! Heh heheheh!"

Streetwise has his weapon batted from his hand and draws back a fist to hit Hardstrike, "What the hell are you doing?" he bellows, before calming himself down. He glares back at Onslaught, "You wouldn't be talking to him if you knew what he was capable of." he mutters, as he picks up his weapon and stows it.

Hardstrike narrows his optics at Streetwise. " Check my medical history. YOu'll find I know exactly what kind of decepticon I'm dealing with! " he then turns back to Onslaught waiting for his next point in their conversation.

Runamuck walks over to a rock, getting out some black spraypaint and spraying the words 'sTrEeTwIsE iz an loozer!'

Streetwise clenches and unclenches his fists, looking at Runamucks actions. He mutters to himself, "At least learn to spell, slagbrain."

The rise in the sound of Streetwise's moto drawns the Combaticon's attention to the oncoming vehicle, "Encounter a single Autobot and the others flock like sheep." Once the Protectobot has landed and drawn his weapon, Onslaught adds, "And we are the violent ones..." Turning his attention back to Hardstrike, the Combaticon replies, words coming with icy control, "Great things...is that so? I have had to chance to study the fleshlings past...would these great things include the holocause or the dropping of their first nuclear bomb? Indeed, our poast has always included war...but both sides have always been unifed." Before Hardstrike can cut in, Onslaught adds, "Our races continue to grow...but the humans have reached the end of the line."

Streetwise takes a few steps towards Runamuck and makes a grab for the paint can.

Gaze sweeping back to Streetwise, Onslaught forces a frown, "Kill you? Streetwise, you know full well I had the changes to extinguish your miserable existence and yet I allowed it to continue." The Combaticon smirks, "Tell me, how is your self confidence today? Still believe you can make a difference? Or have you reached the truth?"

Runamuck's paint can gets snatched. "H-hey! You loser! Give it back!" Runamuck jumps towards the can. "It's mine!"

Streetwise takes the paint can from Runamuck and doges his counter grasp. He stores it in a subspace pocket, "You can have it back when you leave." He says, patronisingly.

Runamuck balls his fist, growling, then pulls another can from behind him, sending pink towards Streetwise's face. "Give it back NOW!"

Hardstrike looks grimly at Onslaught. "First off, at least my comrades stay under control.." he says, glancing at Runamuck. " Second, you fail to see one fact: As a mechanoid race, we start out already technologicly advanced. Fleshings start from primordial scratch. " he says, " The reason we never used nuclear weapons is that it could easily be defended agianst if need be. And it was done because of drastic measures. The war in progress -had- to end, or even more would of died. As for the holocaust, how different is it from you dumping autobot prisoners into melting pits? " he asks Onslaught, raising the faceplate circuit over one of his optics up, as if the human gesture of raising an eyebrow.

Streetwise falls backwards as his bodywork is repainted, but the paint can is now safely stored in a subspace pocket. He raises an arm to cover his optics.

Runamuck sees the 'clear spot' left over Steetwise's face, and laughs. "Heh heh...dork!"

Sinnertwin flies into the area his sensors picking up all the activity. He flies down closer to the ground and then hovers into the area just in time to see Runamuck paint Streetwise, he smirks then lands near Onslaught.

Streetwise stands, almost thoroughly pink and turns to reply to Onslaught. Only he doesn't reply, he just stares at him, refusing to give the Combaticon an answer that he can twist around in some way. There isn't even any anger in his eyes, just cold, stark hatred.

"Exxxxactly," the Combaticon replies, the first word ringing out in victory. Continuing, Onslaught's cold command takes over, "There is no difference. The humans are just as 'evil' as we Decepticons. The only difference is that you Autobots shield them...protect them...allow their darkness to grow. Well, one day you will awaken, most likely in your final hour, and find the humans are -exactly- what you though us to be...and you said it yourself." Waving a hand, the Combaticon hopes to silence whatever Hardstrike has to say...he rises into the air and prepares for departure."

Hardstrike blinks, and sends a private transmission to the combaticon general. " but there is still a major difference: Humans have a tendency, and chance for change. The decepticons do not, unless it is necessary to their survival. "

Streetwise puts an empinkened hand on Hardstrike's shoulder, "You're wasting your breath. If it was that easy to convice them, they'd be on our side already."

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Runamuck follows Onslaught. "Dorks!"

Streetwise's optics flash at Onslaughts words, but he still says nothing.

Hardstrike sulkily closes the cover to his cockpit, the alien safely inside. The merchant in yellow robes says nothing, he can tell that Hardstrike is a bit depressed. And with that, the Guerrilla drives off..

Streetwise mutters something to himself, then transforms and rolls out.

Springer rounds a bend - from the sound of the engine, you figure he just showed up in car form

Streetwise leaps forward as he shifts to his alternate mode. His chest plate comes up over his head and his arms and legs fold away. By the time he hits the ground, he's turned into a police cruiser.