(((A/N: This oneshot ties into my other story "AutoLife" between chapters 98 and 99 (Holy slag, it's really gotten that long?) So if it seems a bit disjointed, that's why. It's better if you've read that first, but not totally necessary. Basically, Toxin (the OC) is a chemist, and a new recruit. That's about it. Oh, yeah, and Skywarp's an aft. x) Enjoy!~)))
Toxin followed Skywarp until he reached a door. The seeker punched in a quick code on the keypad and the door slid open. Skywarp gestured for him to follow him inside. Toxin was surprised to find that he was in Skywarp's personal quarters. The presence of two berths suggested that it was shared quarters. Sure enough, the roommate was present as well.
"Skywarp, you're really going to drag the recruit into this?" the blue seeker asked, seeming tired. Apparently, Skywarp did this kind of thing before. "Yeah. What's your point?" the black seeker asked, which only made the other sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. "TC, don't you have patrol or something?" Skywarp asked impatiently. "TC" huffed, put down the datapad he'd been reading, and rose from his chair. Skywarp proceeded to place his hands between his trinemate's wings and shove him out the door."
Skywarp then looked wolfishly at Toxin. "So, I need a solution that'll strip paint off on contact. Can you do that?" Toxin looked surprised at Skywarp's abrupt and sudden request. "Well, I'd need chemicals that I doubt-" the youngling started. "I'm sorry, what were you doubting?" Skywarp asked smugly, opening a cabinet on his side of the room with a proud flourish. Inside was a myriad of beakers, each filled with a different chemical. Toxin looked taken aback. Skywarp gestured to the cabinet, inviting Toxin to peruse. Tentative at first, Toxin turned a few beakers around, reading labels. He swirled a few containers, muttering to himself unconsciously. "Hydrochloric acid... sodium acetate... I could work with this..."
As he turned one beaker around, his optics widened. "Shockwave never let me have this stuff!" He whispered reverently, as he took out a beaker containing a bright red liquid that smoked slightly when he gently swirled the contents. Skywarp, seeing his opportunity, snatched away the beaker. "This is yours," Skywarp said, putting on his best Swindle face, "If you can do what I asked." "I can! It'll just take a breem or two!" "Good mech." He handed the beaker back over, which Toxin gently subspaced as if the beaker was holy. He then turned to the cabinet, snatched a few beakers then plunked himself at Skywarp's desk and started mixing chemicals with a vengeance. Skywarp smirked and stole Thundercracker's berth, watching as Toxin worked.
Two breems later exactly, Toxin held up a large-ish container filled with a pastel green liquid. "My good mech! Now for the fun part." Skywarp laid a hand on Toxin's shoulder, which the mech seemed confused at, until Skywarp teleported. They ended up on the other side of the Annihilation, Toxin quite queasy. Skywarp took the container from Toxin before the smaller mech collapsed to the ground. Skywarp laughed. "Don't feel bad, most mechs purge their first time." He said casually. He then set about attaching Toxin's container above a door. He finished the contraption with the ease of someone who'd had a lot of practice. As the two mechs walked away, they heard a door swish open, a splash, and a lot of cursing. "That was quick!" Skywarp laughed.
They both turned to see a dripping wet Ramjet, half his pain instantly stripped off. "You should run." Skywarp said. Before Toxin had time to ask what he meant, Skywarp disappeared in a flash of purple with a loud Vop! The sound alerted Ramjet, who charged for Toxin.
Oh. That's what he'd meant.
He took Skywarp's advice, and ran for all his sorry chassis were worth.