OCs:owned by me and my friends
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No one knew how many minicons the Decepticons had managed to take right in front of the Autobots in the last five Earth months. Perhaps no one counted, because knowing it would hardly lower crews self-esteem and hence cause problems in team spirit and co-operation. Luckily Jetfire cheered up the atmosphere with his constant eagerness and foolishly high ego. But hardly even confident SIC would be able to keep up his positivity forever. This, and many other problems, Optimus Prime had to ponder every single day. He had discussed the matter with his Commanding Medical Officer Red Alert, who had proposed that the Autobots would cease looking for minicons temporarily until a better plan would be developed. The Autobot leader didn't even agree to think about his CMO's proposition, whence discouraged Red Alert left the case aside also deleting it from his mainframe. How could he offer an answer to the problem for his commander without ceasing the minicon search, and without compromising more of the crews members? Sighing blue and white Lamborghini tumbled at couch staring the ceiling. Maybe he should just thank Primus that no new minicon had woken up and gotted the Decepticons on the move. Deeply in his thoughts CMO didn't notice at all Jetfire sitting next to him until SIC waved his hand in front of Red Alert's face.
"Jetfire to Red Alert's mainframe. Do you have any circuits there under your helmet?"
Glareing the white pilot under his visor, Red Alert tossed off his hand out of the way. It was so good that others didn't have problems at all, he thought cynicaly looking at SIC who seemed happy now that Lambo had returned back to ground.
"I'm just trying to reach some kind of compromise regarding our current situation" blue and white mech answered preparing himself for Second in Commands never ending talk. As could be guessed, Jetfire started his speech praising himself and telling off Decepticons and pattering 'it will be alright.' Most of the talk went right through Red Alerts audio receptors until one little sentence got his attention.
"What did you just say?"
Did CMO really hear right, or had his mainframe gotten some kind of short circuit? Looking now at the white mech with interest, Red Alert grabed him from shoulders and shook strongly. Poor pilot swung back and forth until standing up. Was this once again one of Commanding Medical Officer's paranoids?
"I just mentioned how me and Silverbolt had so much fun training one of very serious student. There was this time when we-"
Before even making it to continue his staggering story, Jetfire shrinked away when Red Alert suddenly jumped up whooping with joy. The lamborghini mumbled something about recruiting, training and how all his problems would disappear. Everything else was so vague mumbling that Jetfire couldn't make any sense of, and SIC had to state that necessarily he didn't want to.
So he had a plan, now he only needed to find the Autobots who could help in the next step of the plan. Later in the evening, when Red Alert had gotten his grate idea during Jetfires talk and then leaving the very confused pilot alone in the , blue and white mech had looked over every Autobots data that were currently at the base regarding their actions back in Cybertron and who they had worked with. How he hadn't figured this out before, Red Alert scolded himself focusing again to look over data. Candidates that he chose were: Jetfire and Blurr. Buzzing with excitement and being pleased with the data he got, Red Alert informed Optimus Prime that he wanted to meet the commander as soon as possible, preferably immediately. When Optimus had agreed to meet at the Main Room Red Alert arrived long before his leader. When seeing that CMO had walked in circle for a long time, Optimus cleared his vocal box to get his Commandin Medical Officer's attention. Widely smiling blue and white mech signaled other to come over the monitors so that he could show the findings of his plan.
"I understand that you have discovered a solution for our problem Red Alert."
"Yes, sir. As you told me, we can't stop looking for minicons but we can't also afford to endanger anymore of our men, I have enden up the following" Red Alert stated, showing picture of Jetfire and Blurr on the monitor.
"These two worked with many talented mechlings on Cybertron before moving here. My plan is, by your approval sir, to put them recruit one mech here to help us. That would make two new members. The third one will be recruited by me."
That was Lambos final plan, which judgment he waited muscle cords tensed up. If Optimus doesn't approve this one, CMO wouldn't know what else to do than surrender straight to the Decepticons. The Autobot leader used a good time looking at the pictures and data that Red Alert had presented for him. Rubing his faceplate, Optimus Prime shuted off the monitor and turned over the smaller bot.
"You can carry out your plan Red Alert. I believe it will work for our benefit, but until the new recruits are here, the success of this plan is your responsibility."
Noding for the blue and white mech for job well done, Optimus Prime excused himself and left to do his other duties. After a long lasting silence, Red Alert sighed deeply rolling his shoulders. From here on out everything should progress easily without any problems. As soon as the new recruits would arrive, CMO was going to shove his responsibility to Jetfire, Blurr and Optimus. Pleased with himself, Red Alert left the room and moved towards his own quarters. He had earned his recharge.
Jetfire had tried to ask clues from Optimus about Red Alert's new plan, but Prime kept his mouth shut comforting SIC with information, that soon Jetfire would have more to do than ever before. Although not being pleased, Jetfire stopped tormenting his commander but noticed that his curiosity had grown more and more because of this hidden project which he apparently had his own part to play. After having a conversation with the other Autobots, white mech heard that Blurr had gotten similar information from the Commanding Medical Officer. The blue mech although didn't know no more than Jetfire, for pilots great disappointment. Soon both of them got a call from Optimus and Red Alert to arrive Main room for getting further information. Finally the matter would stop irritating Jetfire's hardwires and he could recharge in peace. On his way to the meeting Jetfire walked into Blurr, having a conversation with the other mech while they walked through the corridor.
"What do you think this is all about?" The white pilot looked the mech walking beside him, who seemed tense and more serious than usual. Sniper didn't seem to pay attention for his comrades question or presence, or at least that's how Jetfire felt while waiting an answer for a long time, until the blue Autobot blurted in his typical way.
"I don't know, but what ever it is, it's not our place to question decisions Optimus makes."
The conversation ended there, and Jetfire didn't want to make Blurr talk with him knowing the blue bot liked more being silent. For pilots luck way to the Main room was short, and soon he was standing in front of the door leading to the room asking permission to enter. When the door slided aside Jetfire and Blurr stepped inside and remained standing in front of the Autobot leader and Commanding Medical Officer.
"Stand at ease Jetfire, Blurr. To get this matter done and make it to move on to the next level, Red Alert will internalize you in to this project" Optimus said, moving out of the monitors way and waited for Lamborghini to speak. Red and Blue mech smiled under his faceplate because of the serious faces of his subordinates, and noticed he was enjoying the situation more than he should. Red Alert glanced the commander under his visor and then focused his attention to SIC and Blurr.
"We have collected a lot of data for your time on Cybertron. This includes, among other things, battles you have fought and the Autobots you have met. Under these informations, I and Optimus have decided to give you two authority to choose our crews new recruites. I will choose the third one. The instructing, training and following of these new recruites will be your responsibility. I expect to have a report every month how things are progressing and if there should be any occuring problems."
All that simultaneous information was filling up Jetfire's CPU way too fast. Lifting his hand to silence Red Alert, the pilot turned for Optimus.
"I understand why we need new members, but why I have to be a sparkling-sitter for some mechling? Can't someone else do it?"
Glancing at Blurrs direction and back to Commanding Medical Officer, Optimus tried to explain the matter for SIC.
"As you have may noticed Jetfire, you are our crews only Ariel support. That is why it would be useful in many ways, to recruite a new member who would also be a pilot. I'm sure you know at least one Autobot who could come here on Earth."
Sighing, Jetfire rubbed his faceplate but brightened up now that he knew what this all was about.
"Why you didn't tell me this earlier! At this time I could have already arranged that new member!"
Happy now that his Second in Command had gotten his spirit back, Optimus Prime patted him on the shoulder glancing at Blurr's direction. The blue mech only nodded that he had understood what his job would be the next long Earth months.
"If this is the case, I already have a good member suggestion."
Being pleased that his project moved on so fast, Red Alert suggested that four of them would meet again when they all had selected their new members.