"Their in the office, but I wouldn't go inside. They might react violently if interrupted."
"Why? Are they discussing new security measures?"
"No. Their playing dungeons and dragons."
Silence fell for less then the space of a a breem, and then, "Your joking, right?"
"No, I'm not. You can even check and be killed if you wish."
"…I'll pass for now."
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Red Alert scowled at Prowl, who smirked back in response. Red Alert considered and evaluated his position, CPU working quickly to come up with a strategy that would still help him win even with the large blow he had just taken.
The alarm for an attack went off.
BAM! "Stupid, stupid, I'm going to kill those decepticons!" Red Alert snarled, looking murderously at the alarm box.
Prowl scowled as well, and they left behind the mech sized game that they had created.
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"Was it just me, or were Prowl and Red Alert slaughtering those 'Cons out on the battlefield."
"Better not to ask. I told you they were playing a game."
Prime looked up just as Prowl and Red Alert passed, both intent on getting back to their game. "Aha! There you two are!! We have a group of humans coming on inside the Ark that need to be cleared-"
The angry, murderous looks they shot the commander of the army would have kindled a fire on wet wood at a mile. Prime shrank back just the slightest as he acknowledged, "I'll get someone else to work on it."
"Better." Red Alert snarled, and both went to finish their game.
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"I didn't know it was possible to tie."
"It's not, is it?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"You got a point there. I'm surprised you know anything."
"HEY!"
"But, Prowl and Red Alert have returned to duties with a will in order to clear up more time to play the game."
The mechs watched as a furious Red Alert began roaring at the hapless twins, shaking a datapad at them.
Judging form the faces within hearing range, Red Alert must be either screaming something shockingly obscene, or telling the twins in detail which blackmail would be playing tonight.
"Lets see, channel two is the one where Red Alert broadcasts his blackmail usually, right?"
"Nah, he's got it set up now to play on every single channel, and I think I t can even reach the decepticons now."
"Wouldn't be surprised."
"By the way, is it possible to tie?"
"I don't think so."
"But they did."
"Of course they did. Those two seem to love doing the impossible."
"I thought that was the twins."
"It is usually, but every mech on the Ark tries to do at least one impossible thing a week. Whether it be Grimlock flying or Ratchet having bet that he could go an entire day without cursing-"
The mechs winced at the memory. Even the Decepticons had been freaked out, wondering what had gone wrong on that day. Ratchet was still paying for that. "Here come Ratchet now."
"Is that an Ax?"
The mechs watched as Ratchet charged the twins, wielding the energon ax skillfully. There was no need to ask what he was saying. He may have been out of auditory range, but the look on his face was enough. The twins were screwed.
"Do you want a cup of hot energon?"
"That might be the safest bet right now."
Both strolled into the Ark, shutting it off on the scene before them.
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The dwarf army marched through the forest, unalert and unwary of the thousands of bows that were trained right on them-
"YES I WON!"
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Who won? I'll let you guys guess. I'm sorry, I never played Dungeons and Dragons before, so I don't know if its possible to tie, but…yeah…
Challenge fic from a friend who wanted Prowl and Red Alert absorbed in something, and she likes D&D…. It's horrible, ain't it? So, my friend, I came up with this. Like it or hate it, this is the best I'm probably going to get. DX