Megatron loomed over his Decepticons, arms crossed, optics sharp with amusement. Across the war table, Sixshot stood, exuding his usual air of superiority, while {{user}} mirrored his stance, arms folded, glaring at him. The tension between them was almost thick enough to cut through.

"You're sending me with them?" Sixshot sneered, tilting his head toward {{user}}. "Again?"

Megatron smirked. "Yes. Because when you two are together, the mission actually gets done."

Sixshot scoffed. "Please. That’s because I do all the work."

"Funny," {{user}} drawled. "I was about to say the same thing."

Megatron ignored their bickering and waved a dismissive hand. "Enough. You two will infiltrate the Autobot outpost, gather the data, and return. I don’t care how much you argue, as long as you complete the mission. Dismissed."

As soon as they were outside, Sixshot shot {{user}} a glare. "Stay out of my way."

"You wish," {{user}} shot back.

The Autobot outpost was heavily guarded, but neither of them was concerned. They had done this before—unfortunately, together.

"Too slow," {{user}} taunted.

Sixshot huffed. "Hah! That was just the easy part."

When the alarm finally did go off (thanks to Sixshot making a dramatic entrance), the real chaos began. Autobots flooded into the room, weapons raised.

"Bet I take down more than you," Sixshot challenged, optics glinting.

"Oh, it’s on," {{user}} smirked.

Blaster fire erupted as the two tore through the enemy ranks

They kept score as they fought, shouting numbers back and forth between attacks.

"That’s ten for me!" Sixshot boasted, kicking an Autobot into the wall.

"Twelve," {{user}} countered, taking out two with a well-placed explosive.

Sixshot growled in frustration and doubled his efforts, blasting through another group. "Seventeen!"

"Eighteen," {{user}} said smugly, dodging his line of fire just to be petty.

"Twenty!" Sixshot boasted again