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Hound stumbled as the ground started to vibrate.
"What in the Pit?" he squawked dropping the crate he had been moving, the fragile contents inside smashing as they hit the floor "aww frag! Those were the last optic replacements; Ratchet is going to have my helm!"
"Hound!" Red Alert practically shouted down his comm. link making him wince "Get ready to intercept some terrified toasters!"
"Hound here" the scout replied looking about him trying to stay on his pedes as the ground shook "Where are they? All I see is a dust cloud… wait… oh… sla…"
Static wiped through the comm. making Red Alert wince and recoil from the loud white noise "Uhh… Inferno?"
"Yes Red?" the fire engine asked looking up from where he was still passing out the information
"Tell Optimus we might have to bury Hound"
"Why?" his companion asked
"The femmes just ran him over" replied the security director as he opened a line to Mirage "Mirage, do you have access to Hounds burial rights?"
"Yeah, why?" asked the noble as he flickered into view on a camera clearly startled "What's happened?"
"The femmes kind of ignored the universal gesture for stop and ran right over him" Red Alert explained "I'll need to know how he wanted to get sent off if the damage I'm looking at right now is fatal"
"Stop mourning over Hound and get us out of here!" Prowl shrieked down the comm. line "I'm a fragging toaster that has no weapons, and no suitable defences to warn off cuddle obsessed femmes!"
"Wheeljack says that he is working on a solution!" Inferno reported as he watched other mechs charge across the camera screens frantically trying to find the bunch of mech-turned-toasters before the femmes did "and Ratchet is going to fetch Hound and repair him"
"Prowl how are you communicating with me?" Red Alert asked curiously as he traced the signal to a closet just beyond the supply deck and where Hound, covered in numerous pede marks was dazedly demanding the licence plates of the femmes that had run him over to an amused Ratchet.
"The twins found an old comm. link in a box" Prowl grumbled "Air Raid tossed them into the box when Sunstreaker kicked him. Air Raid will need medical attention when this is over."
"Over Protective Mummy Toaster?" Inferno chimed in cheerfully
"You could say that" the SIC toaster replied almost sounding smug before calling to his other toaster comrades "What have we learned?"
"Prowl kicks more aft than we do" Slingshot and the other Ariel-toasters chorused in sullen tones
"Especially when he is in mummy mode" Air Raid grumbled sounding a little choked up
"Don't make me force that data-pad into your other slot" Prowl returned
"The femmes are now splitting into groups Prowl" Red Alert sighed in relief "I'll send Jazz down to get you"
"Good, and tell him to hurry, I think I have some Styrofoam peanuts stuck in my slots" Prowl replied before cutting the link.
-Jazz-
Jazz groaned as he managed to bluff his way through a group of searching femmes sending them in the completely wrong direction before slyly slipping into the storage closet.
"Prowl, Arielbots, Twins, you in here?" he whispered turning on his night vision only to stub his pede on Prowl as the Datsun toaster came over to him
"Ouch! Slag it Jazz!"
"Opps sorry Prowler, did I hurt anything?"
"No"
"Mores the pity" grumbled Air Raid from somewhere above him
"Shut up you" Prowl demanded "Or I'm going to do my own version of Toaster Jet Judo right here and now"
"Ha, I'd like to see you try you walking calculator" the jet toaster jeered
"Uhh, guys" Jazz intervened catching Prowl as the toaster Datsun surprisingly jumped to hip level frantically flapping his doorwings "As much as I'm enjoying Prowl freak out and generally go OPMT on you all, we need to get you to Wheeljack's lab. He says he might be able to turn you all back to normal."
"What's OPMT?" asked Fireflight ungracefully crashing into Jazz's shoulder making the saboteur wince
"Over Protective Mummy Toaster" Jazz grinned hugging a struggling Prowl to him "Hey Prowl, where are the Twins?"
"In the Styrofoam box" Prowl replied relaxing fractionally as he flicked his toaster-wings and popped his slots a few times to get rid of the Styrofoam peanuts that the Twins had placed in him "Why do we even have Styrofoam?"
"Red Alert took a liking for it after he transported his cameras in a box of the stuff and it didn't break" Jazz explained spitting out the peanut of the squidgy substance that had flown into his mouth as it was ejected from Prowl's toaster slots. "Ah ha! There you are!"
The Twins were doing dolphin impressions in a box of the peanuts squealing and giggling when Jazz holding Prowl under one arm and balancing the Arieltoasters on his shoulders reached down to grab them.
"Jazz!" Red Alert cried down the comm. link "Femmes headed your way! Get out of their! Optimus can only stall them for so long!"
"Scrap!" the Saboteur cursed as he managed to grab Sunstreaker and dump him on Prowl before looking for Sideswipe "Come on Sides… we gotta go!"
Suddenly the door hissed open making Jazz and his toaster friends freeze. Their, standing on the other end of the door, was a group of femmes. "Slag"
"We found you!" the squealed as Jazz bolted, managing to grab Sideswipe as he poked out of the box to look for his twin.
"Red! Directions out of the ARK please!" Jazz cried sprinting as fast as he could, several other groups of femmes appearing to join in the chase.
"What? Why?" the Security Director asked incredulously
"I'm having a panic attack, and I've forgotten which way I'm going" Jazz replied as Red Alert dutifully rattled off the directions "Freedom!" he cried bowling into the sunlight with his toaster cargo.
What Jazz didn't expect was to collide with a large mech of storm grey plating, with a fusion cannon hanging off of his arm.