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Prime frowned at the mechs surrounding him. He had been summoned to a private meeting, something that set off his own warning signs in his CPU… "I'm here. What do you want?"
The mechs exchanged looks, clearly uncomfortable at what they were about to say. Then, the one who had suggested Red Alert be sent off in the first place took a deep breath and said in a rushed tone, "Wewanttocontinuetheexperiments."
Primes face could have been stone. "You what?"
"Prime, the decepticons had a very good idea on what to do with Red Alerts glitch. If we can copy it, than the possibilities-"
Boom! The mechs broke off with a strangled squeak as Optimus Prime slammed his fist down on the table. His CPU was still haunted with the screams that sometimes arose from Red Alert from the short amount of time that he had been experimented on. The screams were unlike any Prime had heard before. They weren't just screams of terror, but sorrow.
It apparently drudged up painful memories, for Infernos face would twist in sorrow as Red Alert would murmur names and places, begging them to do something. Prime never caught what it was. Then Inferno would drag Red Alert off to someplace quiet, where he would sooth Red Alert, only to have the cycle repeated a few orns later. Ratchet had told Prime that it was normal, and it wouldn't last for too much longer.
For which Prime was grateful. He didn't know if he could take any more of the senseless begging and terrified optics.
Primes gaze beat down upon the squirming mechs, but they seemed determined to have their say. "Optimus Prime, please, just think. If we duplicate the glitch, and place it in our own army, we'll be unbeatable."
"At what price? There would be no way to pull the glitch out, after deliberately implanting it. All of their children will be glitch free certainly, but what about they themselves?"
He took a deep breath, reminding himself to calm down. "No."
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Inferno looked at Prime, feeling exhausted. The recent bout of deep and extreme fear had lead Red Alert to start attacking. And while he would never attack Inferno, the other mechs were not so lucky. However, the worst of it had seemed to pass, for they hadn't heard any screaming yet. "Ratchet, what's causing him to be like this?"
"The machines broke down his normal defenses to his glitch. It's surging in despite what few walls he has up, and when he does-" Ratchet sighed heavily. "As soon as he stops screaming on a regular time pattern bring him to me and I'll see what more I can do, but unfortunately it's up to Red Alert to make his recovery at this point."
Inferno nodded and left. The second the fire truck was out of auditory range, Ratchets fist slammed down onto the table. "I'm sick."
Primes optics went wide. Please No! His CPU squeaked, frantic. A sick Ratchet is worse then an angry Ironhide. Ratchet caught the look in Primes optics and snorted. "No, not physically sick you moron. I've been asked several times if I was going to continue the experiments."
Primes gaze became hard. "They asked me as well. I hope they don't ask anyone else, or the entire Ark might hear…"
They fell silent. Red Alert was not particularly loved, well liked, or wanted. But, he was part of the Ark's crew. Not to mention the brunt of most of the twins pranks. Anything that kept the twins from pranking most of them was OK by the Arks standards.
And woe unto the mech that messed with the Ark.
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