Chapter 2: Decepticons for Breakfast

"So what was all that about deactivating me in my recharge cycle last night?" Moonblaster asked early the next morning after all the Autobots had gathered in the main part of the base. She smiled knowingly. "I heard my name, 'ninja star', and 'in her recharge cycle', before I went into recharge. Come to think of it.." She paused for a bit. "I don't think I even got any rest last night. I blame it on Mark Twain and you two. What have you boys got to say for yourselves?" She turned in Prowl and Bumblebee's direction. The latter stifled a giggle.

"Prowl was aiming shurkins-" The yellow mech was temporarily cut off by the gold one, as Prowl corrected him.

"Shur-i-kens."

"Whatever. He was aiming ninja stars at your head last night!" He finished, grinning from audio to audio.

Prowl started to protest--to correct Bumblebee again--but Moonblaster interrupted with a long, drawn out--obviously fake--gasp.

"I know you hate me, but that' no reason to kill me, Ninjaboy." The femme replied, shaking a finger at Prowl.

"Uh..Don't mean to interrupt but.." Bulkhead spoke up. "but isn't that the reason we're fighting Decepticons..cause we hate them?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Optimus intervened, turning to Prowl. "You threw throwing stars at her HEAD?!" Suddenly, everyone started talking at once--and not even about the same thing--and the gold mech had to wait minute or two so he could tell his side of the story.

"No, no. I was aiming a Shuriken at the wall outside her room, not her head." Prowl explained patiently.

"Then how did that shurkin-" Moonblaster started.

"Shur-i-ken."

"Whatever! How did it end up in the ceiling, Mr. Suave Ninja?" She finished, giving both Prowl and Bumblebee a good look at her fusion cannon as she stretched.

"Bumblebee snuck up on me." He replied simply.

"'Surely you can't be serious!" She tapped into a radio station that was using movie quotes between songs, then paused. "'I am serious, and don't call me Shirley." She looked at Prowl curiously. "But you, of all mechs, Ninjaboy, would've heard someone coming a mile away. What wrong with you all of a sudden?"

The tall mech shrugged his shoulders.

"I zoned out."

Before he could elaborate, there was an urgent beeping from the computer console on the opposite wall.

"Teletraan 1 to all Autobots. Decepticons have been sighted."

"Great. Awesome. Perfect. Decepticons first thing in the morning." Moonblaster complained right before she let out a yawn. "Just what I've always wanted."

"Quit complaining, and let's get going." Ratchet cut in suddenly.

"My, you're a fine one to talk, Mr. One-Servo-In-The-Scrap-Heap." Moonblaster pointed out. Bumblebee and Sari were the only two left laughing at her remark as everyone else had already transformed and left. "Oh.." Moonblaster let her voice trail off, as she surveyed the area. "It's only Starscream and Blitzwing this time." She then smiled ruefully, remembering the last time the Autobots and the Decepticons had clashed.

"Dibs on Blitzwing." The femme and Prowl both stated immediately, then both glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

"Hold it." Prime stopped Moonblaster from running off like a maniac and getting herself off-lined. "Blitzwing is three bots rolled into one, and not just personality-wise. He's strong too." The Autobot leader paused and turned to the huge green mech. "Bulkhead, I want you to work with Moonblaster and Prowl. Bumblebee, Ratchet and I will take Starscream down."

"You got it, Bossbot." Bulkhead agreed.

"What're we waiting for, then?" The femme inquired, an excited glint in the look she gave the two mechs, despite the visor that hid her optics. "Let's get that sonofagun!" She then turned heel and ran to the spot where Blitzwing was standing, firing random shots in every direction. Prowl and Bulkhead didn't hesitate to follow her.

"Vhat? You zink zree veak Autobots vill take me down?" He asked, glaring at Moonblaster through his own visor, the one that belonged to the hot-headed side of him. He chuckled, then pointed to her. "You're first."

"Fair enough. Bring it on, Three-face." She then tuned into the radio and cranked the volume up full blast. "Hit me with your best shot, fire away!" With that, she charged him, spikes growing out of her knuckles as she prepared to punch him in the face and do considerable damage.

Unfortunately, he'd been paying attention the last time they'd met, and knew what her next move would be. He reared back, and planted a powerful kick to her middle. She grunted as she was sent flying backwards, and let out a bit of a whimper as she landed with a soft clang..into someone's arms.

Prowl staggered backwards slightly as he caught Moonblaster and carefully let her down to her feet. She muttered a 'thank you', then glared at Blitzwing with a hatred so strong it could've frozen a lick of fire.

"Shame on you." Blitzwing shook a finger at her after he changed faces to the cold, calculating side of him. "Music from ze 80's does not qualify as fight music."

"Hmph." She continued glaring, then grinned. "So be it." She switched radio stations, and the song she picked was so loud it almost blew out her own speakers. Doomsday Clock, by Smashing Pumpkins. "That better, cupcake?"

Blitzwing looked mildly surprised, but quickly switched faces back to the hot-headed side. "You're going down, femme!"

"Psssht.." She scoffed, stalling as she tried to think up her next move. "I eat Decepticons for breakfast."

While Moonblaster was taunting and teasing the psychopathic Decepticon, Prowl took his chance and snuck off.

"Ha! You're all talk und no shock!"

"That can be changed, cupcake." She retorted, but before she had time to charge her fusion cannon, Prowl jumped Blitwing from behind, distracting the Decepticon long enough for Bulkhead to run up and jump on him, right after Prowl got to a safe distance. "WHOA!" Moonblaster exclaimed. She'd forgotten that Prowl and Bulkhead were there. She turned off her radio and stared as Bulkhead got up.

"Sorry, my bad." He said, grinning as he looked down at the pancaked Decepticon.

"There is NO way he's getting back up on his own." The femme observed as Prowl approached her.

"Hmph." The gold mech grunted.

"Wow..you guys..Was that planned?" She asked.

"Mhmm." But Prowl was much too distracted to give her a proper answer. He was sercretly scanning her chassis. When he caught Moonblaster, something in his processor clicked and he realized how withdrawn he'd been all this time, and he planned to get Moonblaster to think the same way about him as he thought about her. "I didn't want you to have all the fun."

Prowl's attraction had only just sparked, and already, the femme to whom he was attracted, was getting suspicious.

"Huh. Usually, you could care less." She noted, frowning slightly.

"You think I would've stood by and let you do all the work? Being a high ninja, I like to get in on the action too." With that, he offered her a very rare smile and walked off.

"Ooohh yeah. There's definitely something wrong with Prowl's circuitry."

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Featured songs: Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Pat Benetar), and Doomsday Clock (Smashing Pumpkins)