AN: Wrote this in word then forgot to add the lines seperating texts. x_x Sorry!
Sideswipe stood beside his twin, datapad in hand. He read over the contents, while Sunstreaker watched him in boredom. Both ignored the sound of a door opening, followed by footsteps and muttering. Sideswipe scrolled down further on his datapad, reading off the checklist.
"Glitter?"
"Gold, red, blue, purple, pink, black."
"Sparkling?"
"Sí, no thanks to you putas!"
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker looked down at an irate Fig, the soldier with an armful of exuberant Orion. Due to the Sparkling's size, Fig had to carry him so that his back was up against the soldier's chest, arms wrapped around his front. This actually helped, seeing as how grabby Orion could be.
"Eak! Ipe! Ig!" Orion shouted happily, grabbing on to Fig's hair as the soldier tried to set him down. Sideswipe had to help peal the Sparkling off.
"Calm yourself, babe." Sideswipe grinned, picking Fig up. "Your efforts will all be worth it."
Sunstreaker sat on the ground with Orion, opening the large containers of glitter and dumped a little on the floor.
Orion stared at the multicolored piles of sparkles, before clapping his hands and lying on the floor. Chirping at Sunstreaker sweetly, he rocked himself back and forth, trying to get enough momentum to roll over. When he did he landed in the piles of sparkles, and tweeted triumphantly. Orion, the cutest and only Sparkling on base, then repeated this maneuver until he looked down at himself and was thoroughly satisfied with his new colors.
NEST base was having a peaceful early morning, or as peaceful as it ever got with a base full of Autobots, the occasional used to be Decepticon thrown in, and organics. The sun had not yet risen, though some of the Cybertronians and soldiers were awake.
:PROWL!:
Prowl slipped out of recharge quickly, Optimus' yell through the comm links concerning him. He sat up from his desk and opened his optics, only to see all his datapads and most of his walls covered in glitter. A second later Optimus appeared in his doorway, and barely took a glance around, before nodding at his SIC.
:SUNSTREAKER, SIDESWIPE! REPORT TO MY OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!:
Prowl sent the message to their private lines. He stood up, wings aloft in an irritated 'v' shape.
Optimus waited until Prowl was done yelling through the comm link, "Who else do you think they got?"
"Best bet? Ratchet. Ratchet's a usual. Ironhide, Jazz, Blurr. Those are usually their favorites."
Optimus nodded. The twins could usually come up something new fairly easily, but their targets tended to stay in the same range of people and mechs if it wasn't a prank that went off at random. Well, it was usually Sideswipe planning everything, but ever since Fig had been taken in by the two, Sunstreaker had been encouraged to speak up with ideas a lot more. Which made things worse for the rest of base.
"SAM!"
"MILES!"
Optimus and Prowl looked at each other, and Optimus slid his battle mask down. He was trying to hide his sudden amusement, but with the look Prowl gave him, it obviously wasn't working.
"Guess they went after Barricade and Bumblebee, too."
Will looked at the group in front of him, trying desperately not to grin. Optimus Prime stood at the back, looking as calm and collected as ever. Prowl looked ready to strangle a mech, having lost several datapads to the Glitter masterminds. Next was an apologetic Bumblebee, covered in blue and black markings, holding an annoyed Sam. Sam hadn't been happy to be blamed for something he didn't do, though he did laugh his ass off at his Guardian. Then there was Barricade, who had blamed Miles, but didn't look nearly as apologetic as Bumblebee. In fact, he was glaring at the teen, who was enjoying the fact that he was covered in purple and pink sparkles. The name Edward had been tossed around once or twice.
"I found one of your culprits. They're in the rec-room." Will motioned to the Autobot rec-room, and all seven of them entered.
And there was Orion, happily drawing on the walls with glitter, covered in glitter, and leaving glitter everywhere he went. A trail could be seen looking suspiciously like his little aft as it scooted across the floor to get where he wanted to go. He noticed the seven, and started tweeting loudly, holding his arms out to be picked up.
"Slagging sons of glitches-!" Prowl cursed, going and picking up Orion. He ignored the fact that he was covered in glitter just from doing that. Orion giggled.
"Slag, slag!" Orion chorused, grabbing one of Prowl's doorwings happily.
Prowl froze, while all three organics had to bite their lips to keep from laughing. The Sparkling had first picked the word up off Epps, and they had just managed to wean Orion off of it.
"Prowl, am I going to have to tell Ratchet that you sullied Orion's mouth again?" Optimus asked, battle mask firmly in place, but optics glinting with humor. He put a hand on his subordinate's shoulder, shuttering his optics in surprise when Prowl crashed to the floor.
"You're the one telling Ratchet that Prowl crashed." Bumblebee said, looking at the downed SIC. "And that Orion picked up that word again."
All eyes and optics were on Prowl, Orion somewhere under his prone body.
"Shouldn't we help Or-" Will was starting to say, only to be interrupted by a new sound.
Orion cackled loudly, startling all of them. He then started to tweet, chirp, and slag rapid fire, squirming in Prowl's arms.
"The twins aren't allowed anywhere near him anymore." Barricade stated, reaching down for the hyper sparkling.
