An usual day?

[ allright, so I know that I'm not approoved yet but considering that the admin was online on another site and didn't checked in here, I think my impatience is reasoned :9 also considering the fact that Starscreams profile was aprooved, I think Sunnys will be too since they are build up the same way. ]

The programms on the TV switched so fast, you could barely see what was going on in the shows. The cause of all that was the plain boredom of one single Autobot, playing around with the channels for a megacycle now. However, one thing was clear: Sunstreaker was not impressed by the human technology at all. It shouldn't be from any surprise, though - the yellow Lamborghini was very hard to impress, and always thought that fleshlings were inferior to him. Another thing that was regular for him; he's one of the most vain mechs somebot could ever meet. A thing that clearly seperated him from the other Autobots and their virtues.
But now, his facial expression was rather blank and not arrogant at all. No Decepticons, no fun, heck, not even his twin seemed to be around.
Sunstreaker turned the TV off and double facepalmed. The headquarters got so usual to him that he didn't found anything to spare his freetime with. He'd rather be in the city - or even back in the old days as a gladiator - right now then being a couchpotatoe. The golden one rested down on the giant imitation of a couch, now looking at a black screen with nothing but his reflection on it. What were the others doing, anyways? He couldn't possibly be the only one having those problems with his spare time. As he kept silent for a few nanoclicks, he needed to recognize how silent it was. By Primus, probably he really was the only one. He frowned, staring back into the icy blue reflection of his optics.

[I agree with you 100%, hence I will Role Play whether out wonderfully neglectful Admin approves or not.]

The only other Autobot currently on-base was Prowl, and that was only because he had been assigned to Monitor Duty. Otherwise he would likely be in a Park somewhere watching Organic life Progress.

Not that he minded being here, it was refreshing to get some piece and quiet for once. And so he was sat in his usual Lotus position, meditating whilst keeping one Optic on the Monitor screens in Case of any Decepticon Activity. A soft hum vibrated through his Vocalizer.

-Many orbital cycles have passed since her last encounter with a Decepticon. So many worries came into her processor about what has happened and has not truly revealed all as to what happened as of yet. Thus, was her mission to try to get focused on the task at hand by fitting in with the Earth dwelling Autobots at the moment. She did not mind too much of this planet as if grew little by little on her. The humans she still found a little awkward to be around due to unusual height differences in the adult species.-

-A shift of a door and the nearly black femme would transiton herself to the room of the entrance of headquarters while she stepped quietly like the ninja she was, though the sliding doors made her more noticeable. Within her rather large servor was just a small lavendar flower and in the other soda can with some water in it. The flower and can she recently found near one of the courtyards of a nearby company building. She did her best to keep from dropping it while in vehicle mode as her patrol shift ended. She recently discovered that these types of organic matter can regenerate with time and some tools which she needed help with. She had the knowledge, now she needed a blade to cut the stem and the smallest bits of the edge of the stem as well as a steady hand to not cut too much off. Her frame walked tall but within thought looking what she would consider her companion in which she needed to nurture.-

Of course Prowl noticed her strait away, there was near nothing that could get past him, even whilst meditating. He pondered briefly over the plant in her possession before deciding that if she needed his help then she would come to him.

Besides he was on Monitor Duty and it would be unfitting for him to simply leave, quiet as things were.

"Heeeeeyyy baby," Sideswipe's engine purred as he spoke to a lovely vehicle parked in the sun. He waited a nanoklik for a response, yet got none. "You the silent type?" he crossed his servos over his chest, still waiting for a proper response. The bright blue car remained predictably silent. A frown formed on the Lamborghini's faceplate in realization. Right, this was Earth, not Cybertron; not every vehicle was a robot or capable of speech. The Autobot rolled his optics and walked away from the sparkling beauty.

"This planet is so BORING!" throwing his arms into the air, Sideswipe groaned. He was on patrol. Why was he always stuck on patrol? It was the most boring job ever since no Decepticons ever decided to pay a visit. His Jet Judo was getting rusty and he was growing increasingly twitchy. He hadn't fought anyone, hadn't had any chances to burn off energy. He hadn't even gotten a chance to hang with Sunstreaker! Not all week! He was a ticking time bomb, ready to be set off. It was only a matter of time.

Transforming back into his car mode he took to the streets. "Maybe speeding, just a little won't hurt," revving his engines loudly he sped up on the mostly vacant road. He was unsure if any other Autobots were on patrol as well, but he figured that if they could catch up to him then he deserved to be stopped. Sideswipe laughed to himself, yeah right! Like anyone would even try.

-Well, she did notice Prowl was aware of her presence due to feeling a gazing optic she felt on her. She still felt a little uncomfortable around these parts even though she was most certainly trying to blend in. With one stretched leg she would slowly get to the destination feet away from her with one slow extended step towards the monitor area to the mech. With the small can in her hand. Both objects-the can and the flower seemed very delicate if not careful with how she would handle it. They could be crushed, but she was careful and gentle with them. Since it was quiet around Headquarters, the silence was beautiful to her.

-Whiplash was about to open her mouth component to speak, but she could not get any words out. She did need help since Prowl was one who certainly knew more about the organic life on the planet better than she. She did as much reading as she could to figure out these creatures. However, she felt like she was being a bit bothersome whilst trying to put one digit in the air to ask though there was still silence. She then put a small smile across her faceplate and put the can with the lavendar plant inside filled with water onto an empty space of the monitor to lighten up the area. She would then turn around to walk away-

Putting aside all the logic in his processors, Sunstreaker decided to follow his former plans.
Leaving the headquarters. At least for a few megacycles. There was nothing he could do here instead of rosting for no good, and considering the fact that it would probably not be noticed at all his decision was quickly made. Of course, he could take the quest of monitor duty, but he wasn't as stupid to take one of the most boring tasks out there. He'd rather go and enjoy the rest of his so called 'spare time' which was, until now, not really what he would call that. The golden mech got up from his resting position, leaving the room with unerring steps towards the exit of the headquarters. As soon as he had left the hideout of the Autobots, he transformed into his altmode, a sleek, yellow Lamborghini.
The vehicle just emphasized what was the most unique aspect of Sunstreakers personality: vanity. The paintjob was glittering in the sun that flooded its light down on him, and the soft purring of the engine that had a dangerous hint hidden in its sound made clear how true that impression was. He didn't even cared of hiding it at all. The wheels gave out a screeching noise as he spinned them out of nowhere, jumping forward a little as he let himself flee down the road with incredible speed. He ignored the speedlimits of organics without any hesitation. It was not a surprise that he was considering humans inferior to him - since this was his attitude among most creatures, even fellow Autobots. It was unbelievable how far his arrogance sometimes reached.

His thoughts, however, were centering around the week. Apart from it being incredibly boring and sour, he was also starting to miss his twin. Sure, they were most of the time arguing about things that were not even worth it, but on the other servo it was no secret that they really cared for each other. Considering that he hadn't seen Sideswipe in nearly a week, it started getting him. Sunstreaker was aware that he was probably on a patrol again, but this wasn't the thing that was ticking him of. It was more the simple thought that he could've gone with him. If he would've done that, he would not have to deal with all that unfortunate stuff right now.
He inwardly scowled over the logic he had missed back then, but those thoughts were quickly scrambled by another engine. His attention was driven towards the source of another vehicle not far from him, simply doing the same that he did: escaping velocity.

Of course, Sunstreaker was a mech that couldn't lay down a challenge like that. His engine roared now as the speed increased once more, catching up with the small dot afar.
However, as he came closer, the ambition turned quickly into joy. He recognized the crimson color of the car in front of him. But most of all, how could he miss the fact that it was also a Lamborghini and had no driver at all? The yellow one took a swift turn to the left to drive side by side to his brother.

What a coincidence.

"That's all you've got?", he sized up his twin, not even mentioning that he's happy to see him after all those days that had passed. It was something that should be clear, and that Sideswipe should be the one most aware of it. Sunstreaker knew he didn't need any words; the red Lambo would understand just fine that way. The sizing up was his way to express his caring. In the strangest of ways.

"You require assistance, correct?" The Black Mech said before Whiplash could leave.

Prowl didn't have to say anything else, what he was talking about was perfectly clear. He didn't even need to gesture to the delicate purple flower.

-Her audio perked up as well as her smile, but she tried to contain her joy of being heard from him. Her soft spoken voice came out as she turned back to face him.- Well...yes I do since I think you might be more precise and know more when I ask I need a tiny bit of this creature. I need it to be cut at the bottom end and then cut around slightly to peel the outter layering so that it can produce it's -She had to think of what those things are called-....roots. -She would then delicately take it out of the watered container to point to the end.- Please? -She asked sweetly-

As Sideswipe drove a good 20 miles over the speed limit, he would have been going faster if random cars weren't blocking his path, he decided to take in his surroundings. Again. There wasn't much to do on patrol but stare at everything and over analyze it. The city was filled with tall buildings that, by human standards, reached to the sky itself. Sides couldn't help but laugh to himself. Now the skyscrapers on Cybertron were something to behold! Those ones really did reach the sky. These were minuscule and dulled in comparison. Hm, what else was on Earth? Sideswipe analyzed the vehicles he sped past. Not as impressive, but the humans did have a sense of style when it came to cars. His alt mode was proof enough of that. Ok he'd covered vehicles and buildings. What else was there?

SPLAT. Sideswipe sighed in irritation. Bugs. Earth had bugs. Lots and lots of little pests that got caught in his grill or smashed on his windows. That was one thing he could definitely live without! Any organic for that matter. Humans, sure, he didn't mind them most of the time. But it was all the other animals and insects that got to him. Whether it was a fuzzy critter tried to make it's way across the street, only to be met with his tires, or if something exploded against his windshield! Today's victim was a large dragonfly. Colorful guts were spewed across his windshield. Good thing Sunstreaker wasn't around to see that. He'd probably mock him for being covered in such filth.

Sideswipe turned off the more crowded street and onto an empty one. Picking up greater speeds, he hoped that if he went fast enough the dragonfly's innards would fall off. SPLAT. Nope, bad tactic. Not only was there a dragonfly now, but also a different type of fly. Sideswipe snorted, not amused at all. He'd just have to ignore the casualties that clung to him. He focused back on the road, there was absolutely no one on it! How could that even be? It was a wonderful day for a drive as far as he was concerned yet the street was empty. Oh well, more room for him!

Wait, what was that? A car in the distance was gaining on him, no doubt coming to ruin his fun. He could only assume it was a cop. As the vehicle neared closer and closer he was instantly drawn to the bright yellow paint job. Cops did not drive bright yellow cars. Could it be a taxi? The car continued to gain on him. Sideswipe, from his own curiosity, allowed the car to catch up to his speeds. And as soon as it had he felt complete and unbridled joy leap into his spark. A taxi? Hah! No way! He thought Sunstreaker was a taxi?! If he told his twin that he'd be slagged for sure!

"Sunny!" he squeaked out without thinking. Wait, he had to keep his cool. Even if he hadn't seen his twin in a week. A very long and boring week! He just had to play it smooth like his twin was. It took Sideswipe a moment to register just what had been said to him. Is that all he had? Hah! Sunny wished. Sideswipe revved his engines louder and pulled ahead of Sunstreaker, "Yeah you wish, Sunflower!" a smirk could almost be seen through his words.

Prowl Nodded and took the plant, Holding it delicately in his right servo he took one of his Throwing Stars in his left and used the sharp edge to trim away at the soft stem. gently preparing it for Plantation. Once this was done he handed it back to Whiplash. "Place it in damp Earth and give it half a human sized cup of water, then wait for two Solar cycles before repeating."

This said he returned his attention to the Monitors.

-The flower was handed back to her as she also removed the can she had placed on the monitor space and put the flower back while thinking of going back outside. As he turned back around to his duty she replied back- Thankyou for you help, Prowl sir. -She then turned around to exit with her new creature to nurture outside. This would be a great additon for the outter parts of the headquarters she thought. The doors would slide open again as she left for the outter world about to take the advice of the Autobot she looked up to so far while being on this planet.-

Prowl smiled to himself as she left. "You're most welcome."

His twin was fortunate enough that Sunstreaker didn't noticed any glance of the attack of insects his brother had gone through, as well as his secret thoughts about him being a taxi. He'd probably not have been spared by a few mocking comments and possible vanity from the golden Lamborghini. But seeing the current situation, there was nothing that would probably give him an opportunity to mock the red Autobot. It was questionable how long that would last.

Sunstreaker grinned inwardly over the squeek of his brother that he couldn't hold back, secretly just feeling the same way. But of course, Sideswipe should be aware of that. How could he not? It was clear that the week that has passed has left it tracks on both of them, and now being reunited due such a fortuity made the yellow one fall into happiness as well, forgetting the slagging days without his brother. It had been like a day without it's night and a fire without it sparks; it just couldn't get working. They were bound together irrevocably until the very day one of them won't be anymore. But that was nothing Sunstreaker thought about right now; his logic processor was cut out for the moment. It was only his spark that he was listening to right now, a thing that he allowed himself only around Sides. To others, he was actually really cold. This was just another thing that made their relationship so special.

He didn't said anything of that out loud. He believed nearly naively that Sideswipes could taste the thoughts in the air. Seeing how his brother just jumped on the bandwagon to go along with the sizing up made him reliev, being sure that he's right. There was no way they need words of cuddling and cherishing - it was enough through their gestures and the small line that was intertwining their beings. Sunstreaker could literally see the smirk of his brother right infront of him, even if he was in his vehicle mode. As usual, a cocky undertone went along with his own voice, speeding up as well to keep up with the red Lambo that was heading over the empty road. "Come on, you've got to be kidding me!", he purred challenging, playfully pushing his bumper against Sides rear to keep him going just as fast. The only thing noticeable in the push was the strange way he did it, obliviously just watching out for scratches - again. But that didn't overshaded the positive attitude of his, enjoying the small "race" between them that was more like a childish game.

"You do realize who is the best?" His question vibrated through the speed rhetorically, showing his so called "Mr. Ego" side again. Of course, he was just sizing his twin up. Just gambling a little with their different, and yet similar, personalitys. He turned to the side again, leaving Sideswipes rear alone to race alongside his brother, his engine unnecessarily purring loudly. He was a show off. But so was the red Lambo as well - just in another way like he was. They were equal, though. And that was exactly what Sunstreaker was getting at everytime now and then. He knew which words he had to say to tickle exact sides of Sideswipes personality, and the other way around. Right now, he was just getting into the games that were more common for Sparklings then for great warriors, but that was of no concern.

He was overjoyed, glad to have the other side of his spark back right beside him, just having the usual crosstalks with Sides.
The yellow Lambo made a small slinger as if he'd try to push him of the road, but he just bluffed; he was mocking, underlining his last statement with his ambitious attitude.

Sideswipe grinned inwardly to himself at the vibes from his twin. He could sense that Sunny was feeling the exact same way as himself. It was pure bliss that the two had been reunited, even if it was just completely coincidental. His miserable and bored emotions drifted away as he continued racing his brother. Along with the joy over the situation, his time bomb level of energy was depleting back to a sane limit. Had Sunstreaker not shown up, Sideswipe wouldn't have hesitated to cause a little destruction around the town for his own amusement. It's not like it wasn't the first time that it had happened. And yet they still put him on patrol? Don't people learn from their mistakes? Either way, he was still stuck with the menial task. But at least now it was far more bearable.

"Come on, you can catch up~" Sideswipe mocked as he lead the race. He jumped forward a bit once his twin had bumped into him. He debated about slowing down suddenly. He could catch Sunstreaker off guard and then potentially ruin his twin's careful method of not scratching his paint job. It would be amusing to see him fuming about his vanity, and it would make for a more exciting, but far more dangerous race. But they were both having a good time for the moment, so he figured he could save torturing his brother for at least a couple more minutes. At least. He smirked to himself again at the mental images of what would eventually come.

"The best?" Sideswipe parroted innocently, letting his engine purr like a kitten to add to the effect. "Uh, yeah, duh bro. ME!" his engines revved louder to challenge his twin. They both had large egos, he knew that. They were in different areas though. While Sunstreaker cared mostly for his physical appearance, Sideswipe was egotistical with his actions. He knew his twin could, and usually was, cocky about that too, but it was still where the two compared in that sense. On the matter of physical appearance though, Sideswipe could have cared less. He briefly reminisced on an occurrence in the past where he'd been so covered in filth from a mission that Sunstreaker had actually hunted him down and forcibly buffed the grime away. Sideswipe mentally cringed at the memory, it had been a violent battle for both of them. But it did end with Sideswipe being as shiny as his brother, though bitter and pouty about the whole escapade.

Focusing back on the now, Sideswipe snarled playfully from Sunstreaker's bluff. This was how they raced; with feigned attacks and snappy comments. If the both of them managed to get too cocky with it then it was possible for physical damage to be inflicted onto them and their surroundings. Wouldn't be the first time. Mimicking his twin's bluff he made a pass at Sunny. Though it was a little more daring than he'd intended for it to be, as he actually managed to graze his paint job sharply. Sideswipe felt his spark hiccup, he just hoped his brother wouldn't notice. He laughed to himself. Yeah, right, like he wouldn't notice! Slag, he had hoped to drag out the happiness they both felt for at least a little bit longer, but now...now things had a good chance of getting dangerous.

Keeping slightly behind Sideswipe, the sunkissed yellow Lamborghini gave out a flickering of his floodlights over his brothers statement. A comparable glare. However, his voice spoke a different language as an ironic undertone was hidden in his speech. "No doubt about that - but it would be boring without playing a little first~", he purred innocently as he let his bluffed slinger slide into another teasing push against his twins rear. It was just like Sunstreaker to push, bluff and simply be deceiving about his actions. Of course he always awaited a revenge; but sometimes he was spared them. Their race was a moody game; childish on one servo, but it could quickly change into a dangerous show off. Right now, it was more the first. All the mocking going on between them didn't had any danger hidden in it. They were more behaving like youngsters trying out what they were able to do and who of them was better. It was just their style.

As his twins ego popped out, too, Sunstreaker quickly let his engine powerfuly snarl in exchange, making clear that he already had a different opinion. The car gave out a snort through it's vocals, clearly making fun of the crimson one driving next to it. "Sure thing, bro", the golden mech agree'd with a soft undertone that quickly changed into sarcasm. "You're the best at looking scruffy." He refered to his twins ways of looking at the appearance, not taking it half as serious as he did. Something that Sunstreaker made fun of now and then - you couldn't possibly blame him for that, as it was an obvious trait. Sunstreaker was always shiny, - expect for hard battles, maybe - but his brother... not so much. Sometimes the Diablo forced the red Courtach into a nice carwash and waxing, even if that usually resulted in a pouty Sideswipe. It didn't matter to Sunstreaker. Yes, brotherly love was indeed a fine thing.

Sunstreakers thoughts were quickly distracted again as Sides suddenly copied his move, but obliviously dared to come closer to him then was healthy. At once, the Lamborghini braked with a harsh screeching noise that surely burned some rubber. A scorched smell lay in the air, blown up by the speed and wind that the two vehicles created. But even if he had slowed down fast, the red Courtach still grazed his paint slightly. That was already enough for the narcissistic Autobot to get struck by the shock of that. He seemed to be speechless for a few moments. Then, suddenly, his wheels spinned faster again, getting back to his topspeed. This time, it seemed more like a combating approach though. "This was freshly waxed, Sides", he muttered in a dangerously calm tone. "You ruined it. Again!" Sideswipe has been right. Of course, he noticed. Of course, he fumed over just a small little scratch that probably nobody would ever notice. But it was worse enough for the ego of the yellow one. You could tell that if he'd not be in his disguise, he'd probably shake from angryness. The engines purr had changed into a continuing roar, getting louder from time to time. One thing was clear; the relationship between them was just like the usual, and even if Sunstreaker was too touchy right now to admit it made him feel a lot better.

The yellow Lambo dared for a more harsh slide, only touching his brothers side with the metallic part of his bumper, sparing his paintjob more damages. He knew that he wasn't easily concerned about his crimson paint, but he knew that he was with his personality. Now putting of a small fight, he knew that Sides couldn't resist to get into it. It would just not be like him.

-She would do so as Prowl suggested, but what does a cup of human water look like? Perhaps she could use the can as a means of measurement. Surely this must be the size of a human cup. It's small enough. she thought. After she had exited the quarters, she went to the outside and begun to get down on her knee components while setting her creature aside which awaited it's new home. With but a small scrape of her finger component was she able to dig a big enough hole for the new plant. She would take it out of it's artificial confides and set it up. Without holding it, it went down, then she realize it needed a little support while she planted it. She held it while she did her best to scoop the looser parts of the soil to hold it. When she was done, a small tilt of her head made her suspicious. Was she supposed to bury the whole thing underneath the soil? That didn't look right, so she would take some of the Earth off of it gently while just the dirt debris on the flower was on it. It was shabbier than when she first found it and it bothered her very much. She hoped she did not kill it. With small can she poured the water near the ground around it clockwise to bathe some of the dirt off of the strange creature. Once through she tipped the can slightly to make sure any liquid was left for the creature. Satisfied with what she did, she placed the can next to the flower while she looked down smiling eagerly with both her hands on her bent legs waiting for it to grow and to see if it was true or not.- I have now given you what you needed, now I think it's time for you to grow. -Rather naive isn't she?-

Sideswipe felt himself speed up suddenly, his body just taking control. Sunstreaker was going to notice. He was going to notice and it would turn into something bad. They'd gotten to see each other for just a few peaceful moments and now it was going to turn into a war over a paint job. Maybe if...maybe if he could just out drive his twin he could avoid the potential damage that was going to be dealt to them from the inevitable fight? He inwardly cringed as he heard his brother screech to a halting stop. Sunstreaker noticed. A sudden pang hit Sideswipe, followed by an escape plan. A-ha! Maybe this was his moment to get a gracious lead on his twin for his own sake.

No such luck as his audios focused on the murderous roar from the engines behind him. He should have known better. Sideswipe groaned to himself, it was such a small scratch! No, it didn't even have the caliber to be called that! It was so minuscule and yet his brother was willing to go all out and kill him for that!? Again, he should have known better, this was Sunny he was dealing with. He knew how he was and knew he shouldn't challenge his vanity. He then snorted to himself, if his life wasn't on the line this would actually be pretty funny. Actually, he thought to himself, this was unavoidable. He was going to eventually get into a brawl with his brother, there was no leaving that part out. And his paint would have ended in just as much ruin. Sideswipe's brief fear disappeared as quickly as it had come, and he couldn't help but smirk to himself at the reaction his twin was giving.

"Aw, I'm sorry, did I get your pretty paint messed up?" the dangerous mockery was ever so obvious in his tone. Now he had to make this interesting since they were doomed to fight. Sideswipe analyzed the area to execute his plan. They were currently going down a mostly vacant back road of the city. Back roads often lead off into more back roads which lead into alleys. A-ha! An alley~ Alleys were filled with trash. Sunstreaker would have to redo his paint later anyway, for his ego's sake, so why not torture him in the mean time? Sideswipe took a sharp corner down another side road, and he knew for a fact that his brother would follow. He would ignore everything else until he'd beaten the slag out of Sideswipe. Sides had no idea if he should be thankful for that fact or even more worried, so he voted to no longer dwell on it.

As expected, Sunstreaker was still in tow. And becoming increasingly hostile, the crimson lambo noted as his twin bumped his side. He debated on slowing down suddenly again to leave another scratch down his brother's side. The idea was rich, but his twin was already dangerously close. If he kept bumping him at the speed they were going, no doubt Sideswipe could end up losing control and slamming into something. It's not like it hasn't happened before, and each time it ended with him being swore at from their grumpy medic. Yeah, Sideswipe debated, he'd like to avoid that for as long as physically possible. And so he continued down the path, heading quickly for any particularly filthy alley ways to peruse down.

And there it was! The perfect, hobo infested, grime covered, sludgy alley way any giant robot seeking to torture his narcissistic brother could have asked for! His smirk grew more dangerous, "Come on, Sunflower, you're never gonna catch up to me at that speed!" his engines practically cackled at Sunstreaker and he gained more speed yet, slipping down the slim alley. It was fairly narrow, making it so the two couldn't drive side by side any longer. Sideswipe, being ahead of his brother, was forced to take the brunt of whatever was in his path. He was both annoyed and joyful for this fact. As he continued to drive he rammed into garbage cans, sending them flying over his hood and straight into his brother. He couldn't help but let out a couple laughs, sure he wasn't amused with colliding into the metal cans, but the thought of them hitting Sunstreaker was just rich!

Prowl chuckled watching Whiplash on the Monitor, she was still getting used to Organic life, he could tell. She hadn't done too much damage and he didn't want to dishearten her by going out there and correcting her so he made a mental Note to go out there and get the flower properly Planted once he had been relieved from Monitor Duty and she had lost patience and left.

His attention returned to the other Monitors, checking the feedback from the Cameras placed around the base and in the city.

Everything appeared to be quiet...

He knew that something like that would've happened. How could it not? He was around Sideswipe. Everytime he was hanging around with his twin, his appearance got scruffed by the red Lambo sooner or later. When he approached him just a few cycles ago, he should've been aware of that fact. His brother was more of a troublemaker then he was, more the kind of a prankster while Sunstreaker was more the one causing tension with his attitude. He inwardly scowled over the thought that he could've possibly escaped the scratch - which he personally considered very extensive - and stress he'd go through. When anger got him, it was hardly blown away with just a small wink or apology. He was picky and, in this case, an incredibly vain diva. Possibly compareable to an organic female that broke her nail. And acted furiously right after that. Pretty fitting considering how he was going after his brother right now.

A sarcastic snort escaped the yellow vehicle again, giving no answer to the mockery of his brother. He knew that an answer would've probably made it worse and, to be honest, he didn't knew what to reply to such an obliviously rhetorically question. Instead, he did exactly as his twin expected: he followed him down into the smaller streets, not cutting of his speed though. He was so bussy with getting his revenge that the golden one didn't noticed that he was heading straight into a scruffy trap made up by his brothers processor. Sunstreaker didn't bothered about the smaller streets, not even about the other vehicles around them. He was acting pretty egomaniac right now, giving his scratched vanity free roam - literally. As his twin gave out yet another challenging statement, he didn't backed down. It was predictable. "Messing with the star - bad idea!", he replied with an ambitious undertone, giving a hint that he'd speed up when his brother did. The chase was nearly beyond velocity now. Without hesitation, Sunstreaker slipped into the same alley as Sideswipe did. The Lambo didn't noticed how bedraggled it was; his whole attention was centered around the red car right in front of him.

But then, he heard the sound of something hard hitting metal. At once, he became puzzled, debating if he should stop or just keep going - his decision came to late. He already saw the garbage flying right down on him, hitting his hood and slipping over his whole window just to fall down from his back. Followed by even more trash. Sunstreaker flinched inwardly in disgustion, feeling cold shivers run through his circuits at once. By Primus will, his stupid twin will surely pay for that. He felt - and saw - that the shinyness of his paintjob was gone at once. Now, it didn't only looked dull but it was also smelling badly. Another garbage hit him. Allright. Enough was enough - he didn't let himself get slagged by junk. He was the best, wasn't he? Sideswipe was tripping his ego, and even though he knew that he couldn't help but get naively hostile about that. He braked harshly again. The burning ruber filled the air with yet another scorched smell, but this time, the yellow Lambo didn't catched up with Sides again. Winning? That was nothing he cared about now. His paintjob was way more important.

However, a piece of trash landed right on his hood while he was standing, still thrown back by his brother. He twitched with his hood before it flipped up and sent the trash flying against the wall. Sunstreaker now noticed where they actually where. What an alley. He was standing between trash, on trash and the junk was also on him. Things couldn't get any worse. Except for the scratch, maybe. The yellow Lambo rolled backwards a little, giving the expression as if he'd try to stay away from the scruffyness of this place. An impossible thing. He snarled, deciding that it was from no use rolling around in the dirt like a mere car of an organic. Instead, he transformerd quickly back in his true form, putting his disguise aside for now. He twitched a peel of a rotten banana away from his shoulder, giving his brother a deadly glare from the distance. Being freshly waxed and shiny only a few minutes ago, he was now looking just as worse as his brother. His calmness faded as he stroke over his body to get away the dullness and junk from it.

"I look hideous!", he lamented over his ruined looks, giving in to his vanity without even thinking about it. "You're so going to pay for that, Sides!", Sunstreaker threatened his brother, very aware of the fact that their brawl was already doomed. Sunstreaker letting Sides getting away so easily? No way.

-Whiplash was more than happy to just try her best to wait half a cycle went by and then she decided to meditate by sitting in the position as straight as possible while her thought of concentration was merely on the plant wondering mentally what it would look like. Would there be more of them? was one of the many thoughts. Meanwhile, she mentally visualized this for the other half of the cycle. However in that full cycle she did not move, though she was still able to sit like that for a full cycle with her stabilizing servors pressed against the weight of the rest of her body. She was slightly discouraged to see her plant has not done much growing, and it seemed her efforts were in vain. Her tri colored ridges seemed to droop with her gaze of disappointment. But then she put on a fake smile as she would get up with one leg component while the other was laid down in the shape of a "T." Though one would think they would be in stasis, but her training had taught her to endure such hardships such as this.

-She would push off with the laid and stand up while she stretched. She honestly just thought of maybe it was a mistake to have rescued the creature. She then decided to perhaps go and stretch by extending her arm as far as she could to the building with what appears to be a pole. While her arm stretched shaking as it extended farther out. She looked back sadly at her creature and replied- I did not know you would be that stubborn. -She turned around and then launched her body towards the building, but as her body was halfway to the pole, she launched her other arm, and another, and another-grasping whatever was sturdy enough to move her weight in mid air like an acrobat. Once she felt the presence of some eyes able to watch, she would quit her stretching exercises and instead exert herself in the art of flexibility and invisibility like the ninja she is.-

Sideswipe was grinning from audio to audio as he drove straight into the grimy garbage cans, sending them flying overhead to rain upon his twin. He couldn't help but snicker as he heard the bangs from the metal hitting against Sunstreaker's hood. No doubt he was completely filthy now, all his luster and brilliance coated over in ever possible germ known to mankind. Sides could only laugh more as he tried to envision the look on his brother's face. He daydreamed for a moment, thinking up possible hilarious expression possibilities. Yup, those were worth saving for future laughs.

The chase continued for another long 25 seconds before the vain Lamborghini finally halted. The loud squeal from the tires caused Sides to gradually slow down himself. So the exciting, but completely disgusting, race was over. Transforming back into his bipedal mode, Sideswipe turned around to see his brother cringing from the filth that was clinging to him. He had splotches of who-knows-what covering his paint along will small dings and scratches from the metal cans bumping off of him. The sight was fairly amusing; albeit pathetic. Sideswipe took a couple daring strides closer to his brother. They still had a fair distance between the both of them, so he just assumed he'd be safe from his brother's wrath.

"Aw, you're not shiny and pretty anymore," Sideswipe tilted his head back and forth and put on a small frown, feigning that he had some care over the situation. But he couldn't hold that expression. Sideswipe let out a sudden laugh at his brother's miserable outburst. Yeah, he knew he was dead, his twin's glare was proof enough of that. But it had been worth it. Snapping another mental image for future laughing pleasures, he grinned sharply at the golden mech, mischief still burning in his optics.

It would've been pathetic for Sunstreaker to believe that this was all he could expect from his brother. If anybot knew what a prankster the red Lambo was, then it was certainly Sunstreaker. Even those who were victims of his pranks could not imagine how worse they could get. Well, for the golden mech it was right now extremely worse. Sideswipe knew how vain he was - like everyone else who came across Sunstreaker - and totally and shamelessly played that against his twin, who now was slightly shaking. You couldn't tell if it was pure disgustion or the fury he brought up against his brother; only one thing was certain, that Sides would pay for it. Now.

He still glared at him, ceasing his lament over the ruined paintjob. Of course, it bugged him immensely, but he decided to get over with his brother first before he paid further attention to that. His icy optics seemed to freeze as he came darely closer, watching him with the same kind of arrogance that usually only others had to fear. Sideswipe was probably the only one that was most of the time spared from Sunstreakers very sociopathic personality, or better said, he came along with it. But in situations like these there was no way for the golden Lamborghini to get just over with it. Sideswipe had dared him a tad too much, and although he could've expected that it made him all furious. Right now, it didn't seemed anymore like he had just found his brother back. The whole charade they were showing was just as always; mocking, teasing, fights, messing with the other. The short time of joy was drowned in their 'brotherly love'. Again. "I'm still pretty, but of course someone like you couldn't see that", he teased his brother, pretending to remain calm - however, the rage hidden in his voice was more then obvious. Some would possibly not noticed it, but his sparktwins certainly will. It was the point of it. A brief smirk showed up on Sunstreakers faceplate. It did never meant anything good when this happened.

Considering that he was already ruined more then he could bear, and that his brother was absolutely mocking over him, he decided to just let go of the roof. It could not get any worse now. And his angryness was extensive enough to get him all touchy like that. As his brother was the closest he wanted to go, Sunstreaker took the opportunity. With a very slippery sprint he approached his brother over the dirty ground, just to tackle against the red Lamborghini. Revenge was his - in the strangest kind of ways. He used only the power of his body and nothing more. The behaviour was very compareable to young Transformers who were just testing out their abilitys - something the twins had done a long time ago. Now, it was only for their own 'enjoyment'. Those brawls were already something regular. It happened so often that it was useless to try to avoid it. Sometimes it was Sides fault, sometimes Sunstreakers.

Right now, Sunstreaker didn't cared about getting dirty. It was pretty pointless worrying about that, seeing that his whole paint was completely splotched with junk and dirt, and that it could never get worse then that. This little fight was already doomed to keep going until one was backing down or someone would get between them.

[ oh god sorry for that crap xD I'm kinda tired and unconcentrated, but I promised to write it today c: next one will be better, I swear. ]

-While in her vehicle mode along the street ways did she ride with her holographic figure of a cloaked motorcyclist with the entire face hidden behind a helmet, she could hear in one of the alleyways the sounds of voices similar to Cybertronian. The crashing of metal and mere arguments made her curious, so she would park herself in front of it to see reds and yellows as well as the muck and grime upon these faces of these Cybertronians....Finally she recognized the two. She barely knew those two since she almost always seemed to avoid them.- Twins....-Her holographic form shook its head as it disappeared and her robot form was only revealed with a cybernetic hand stretching....reaching up for a roof top and would transform fully into vehicle mode in mid air and would walk across the roof top to see what was going on.

Upon seeing they were brawling. She simply sighed while pressing her fingers between her browplates. She simply coldly spoke amongst the tossing of the metal bodies on the ground- Are you two quite done yet, or do I need to use force to separated you two?