Chapter 1: Well Damn
AN: Hehe. Uh….Sorry? I know I haven't updated in like what 2 years? Oops. Well Im back now! Kinda. I have decided to re-write this thing. Seriously, I looked back at it for the first time a few days ago and all that I could think was 'Dafuq is this?' Anyways, here is the revised first chapter! Woohoo!
The Autobot base was quiet for the first time in weeks. The Decepticons had been busy, constantly attacking military bases and labs, searching for any type of energy that they could convert to energon. It seemed every time the Autobots dragged themselves back to base, tired and bruised, there was another distress call.
Everyone was tired and cranky and even the gentlest of them were liable to snap at any time (Just ask Jazz. The poor mech had said one wrong word to Bluestreak, and all hell broke loose. It took three Autobots to pry the sniper off of the unfortunate race car).
It was around 3:00am at the Autobot base and Prowl was walking down the straight hall towards his bunk room. He had just finished a shift at the command center, and the tactician wanted nothing more than to curl up on his berth and recharge. Preferably for at least 12 hours. Primus help the mech who tried waking him up.
He had his doorway in his sights when he heard light footsteps coming from behind him. Prowl paused, and the footsteps paused with him. Now that he was paying attention, he could hear faint snickers echoing in the hallway around him. He knew that voice. He turned, ready to deliver a verbal smack down, and was met with a face full of water balloon. Shuttering his optics to try and clear what he had just realized was blue paint, Prowl glared at the Autobots in front of him.
Sideswipe was leaning on his brother as both twins were trying not to collapse from laughing so hard. At their feet was a bucket full of what seemed to be multi-colored paint balloons. Prowl sighed. He so did not feel like dealing with this right now. He already had a headache, and Ratchet would have his ass if he crashed again.
The twins finally managed to relax enough that they could support themselves, and each picked up another balloon. Prowl was too busy trying to wipe some of the paint off his face to notice the jiggling projectiles that were flying straight towards him. The first one (Pink, he noticed somewhere in the corner of his mind) hit him square in the forehead, and the second hit a bit lower, splashing his shoulder and doorwing, and turning them a fluorescent green.
The black and white Autobot sighed as he felt his processor begin to glitch. Primus really did hate him. As his face rushed towards the floor, one last thought ran through his head. 'Well,' he deadpanned in his mind, 'at least I will be able to rest now.'
The twins laughed as their superior hit the floor, but the laughter slowly turned into nervous chuckles when they realized that Prowl wasn't getting up anytime soon. Those chuckles turned into full-blown panic when they noticed the resident medic come wandering around the corner.
Ratchet had just got finished repairs on Hound after the scout had taken a shot to the shoulder in the last battle. He was tired and in a bad mood and ad half a mind to just curl up in the hallway to recharge. As he reared around the corner, the first thing he noticed was the guilty look plaguing the faces of the twins. As he looked around to see what they did wrong (they only made those faces when they did something horrible), and he noticed the paint splattered black and white Datsun lying face-first on the ground.
The CMO looked at the Second in command, and then the twins, and back to Prowl. He narrowed his eyes and glared at the two Lamborghinis. The twins looked at Ratchet, glanced at each other, then turned and fled as if Unicron himself were chasing them.
Ratchet just heaved a sigh and palmed his face. Pulling two wrenches out of his subspace, he threw them with a practiced ease.
Two clangs rang out in the base, followed by two heavy thumps. Ratchet sighed again, and started to slowly make his way towards the two unconscious front liners, grumbling to himself all the way.
"It's too early for this shit."
The next day, the Autobots were called out on yet another battle-to-be. Prowl had recovered from his CPU crash thanks to Ratchet (Not to say that said medic hadn't whacked him upside the head with a wrench afterwards). Unfortunately for him, Optimus ordered that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker be released form the brig, where Ratchet had quite literally thrown them for making Prowl crash. The tactician had got a small amount of pleasure from hearing the two hellions were in the brig (Not that he would tell anyone that).
The Decepticons were attacking a military base. Again. Getting real tired of your shit, Megatron.
Ahem. Anyways…
The Autobots arrived at the base to discover the Cons leeching energy from the main power console. They jumped right into battle, and tried to drive the Decepticons away, while trying not to stomp on the humans that so stupidly tried getting a front row view on the robotic beat down the Bots were delivering.
It was the usual type of battle. Megatron and Optimus grappled as their warriors battled around them.
"There is no point, Prime!" The warlord yelled as he aimed a punch at his enemies face.
Optimus fluidly dodged the punch and threw out a kick towards Megatron's knee, which the gunformer blocked.
The semi-truck sighed. He was so done with this slag, and he just wanted Megatron to shut the hell up and be quiet while they fought for one.
Damn warlords and their need to spit out a useless monologue.
Both armies were limiting weapon fire due to the large machine sitting in the middle of the base. Neither side knew what the hell it did, nor did they really want to be blown sky high(Because they all knew humans and their love of things that go boom). Unfortunately for them, the initial Decepticon raid had left the device in an unstable condition, panels missing and wires sparking all over the place.
Both Wheeljack and Ratchet were working on the weapon, trying to disassemble it before it blew them all to hell. They didn't notice as a random and panicking scientist ran past the machine, cutting himself on a stray panel. A few drops of blood made it into the machines inner systems and it started to emit a low hum.
"We cut this wire!" Yelled Ratchet over the sound of the battle. He and Wheeljack were knelt down next to the machine, looking at the array of wires and trying to figure out which would kill any power flooding into the device. The medic had a blue wire in his hand.
"No we cut this wire!" Yelled the engineer as he held onto a red wire. "That one will make it explode!"
"Oh, you would have experience in that!" was the snide remark.
Suddenly, their decision was made for them as a stray shot went flying by and struck the machine, hitting right where there was an open panel. Ratchet barely had enough time to think 'Oh fuck' before he and his friend were blown backwards.
All there was at that point was white. The machine exploded, leaving no time for anyone to duck for cover, or even to throw someone else in front of them, although many tried.
Yeah, we're all looking at you Starscream.
The blast threw everyone to the ground. Not a single transformer, whether they were Autobot or Decepticon, was left standing.