Sides: jumps off of berth cliffhanger! Come on!

Ratchet: both of ya, sit down! hits them with wrenches

Wheeljack: pokes head out of lab

Jazz: waves hey Jack! We were just talking about you!

Sides: yeah. We're doing the ballad of WrenchMaster Prime!

Wheeljack: so I heard

Sunny: their creativity dried up in three paragraphs. They're gonna need some outside help

Wheeljack: and so, the brilliant third began to work on a battle wrench for the great Prime

Jazz and Sides: laughs

Ratchet: rolls his optics

Sunny: ignore those idiots over there gestures to Jazz and Sides

Jackie: The great scientist worked day and night to create a mighty weapon for the WrenchMaster, but at last he was done. Upon seeing it, WrenchMaster declared, "Now, we fight."

?: but before the powerful WrenchMaster could go storm the base, he had to test it out. Two candidates popped into his mind. "yes," he told, a maniacal grin forming on his face, "they'll be perfect"

Sides: startled Prowl! What're you doing here?

Prowl: Red Alert commed me saying Wheeljack, Sunstreaker, Jazz, and you were planning on overthrowing Optimus and instating Ratchet as the new Prime. And that you processor wiped Ratchet to agree, seeing that he was putting up little resistance

Sides: oops

Jazz: well you're here now. Continue, Prowler. Who's the test subjects?

Prowl: just as he finished that thought, his two victims rounded the corner, giggling like school femmes. The Twins. Stopping short when they caught sight of their superior, they fidgeted under his debating gaze.
"Hold still," he said. The Twins were confused as to why he would ask that, until the golden twin was hit in the helm, causing him to go into temporary medical stasis. The red twin worriedly looked from his fallen brother to the smirking Prime. The battle wrench flew back to its owner as WrenchMaster prepared to throw at the remaining twin.
"WrenchMaster, please," he begged, "I know we've been a pain in the aft to you, but think of the sparklings!"
"You don't have sparklings," WrenchMaster said as he threw his battle wrench. The red twin dodged, only for an EMP located in the wrench to knock him into stasis. WrenchMaster grinned
"Perfect"

Sides: aw come on!

Sunny: at least you went down last!

Jazz: snorts really, Sides? "Think of the sparklings!"

Sides: glares

First Aid: sooo what's happening on my end?

Ratchet: good question. You might not find out if these slaggers keep moving around

Jazz, Twins And WheelJack: sit still

IRONHIDE: drags fritzing Red Alert he keeps talking about how you've overthrown Prime.