Ok, second request, with Skywarp. Just as a warning now, I have never seen any episode with Skywarp before, (I don't have cable and I live overseas where all that's on TV are in a different language, so all my fanfics are based off of what little I know) This is completely my own Skywarp, and probably won't resemble him at all, so be nice.
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Every mech on board was recharging peacefully. From those in the control room, right on down to the one Decepticon in the brig—Skywarp on-lined one optic slowly, glancing around. No one was guarding the brig, and the camera was pointed away at that moment. He grinned. And disappeared.
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Red Alert woke up, knowing without a doubt that something was wrong. He rolled out of the recharge bed, and tilted a head, listening. There was no sound, but the glitch refused to calm down…
Quietly he drifted out of the room, feeling fully recharged. He'd go and shoo out the bots in the control room—BAM! Red Alert fell heavily as he was pushed down the stairs. A giggle filled the room, and Red Alert attempted to look. Why weren't his optics working?
"Who did that?"
A soft rush of air was his only answer. Red Alert groaned as he slowly sat up, his sensor network working overtime in order to compensate for the optics. Running self diagnostic test… Optics damaged. Carefully he began walking, using his knowledge and sensor net to avoid bumping into anything. He'd go to the control room first.
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Red Alert knew, from the second he walked in, both bots were recharging. With a furious growl he stalked towards them. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. I knew I shouldn't have left them on their own. Nobody ever pays attention."
He stopped to listen to their breathing. One was a smooth, with a tiny rattle on the end. The other breathed deep, and even. "Sunstreaker. Sideswipe. Get up NOW!" The last word was roared into their auditory receptors, loud enough to make both jump.
"Wha—Oh crud, Red!"
"What are the two of you thinking?" Red Alert roared, suddenly very worried. What if Decepticon's had gotten aboard the ship while he was recharging? His glitch kicked into over drive, and he almost missed the slight movement.
He turned fast, arm streaking out to hit the mech behind him. A startled cry, and then Primes voice said, "Red Alert, what are you doing?" The voice was strangled and in pain.
"I'm sorry sir." Red Alert said stiffly. "I simply heard footsteps, and reacted automatically."
Prime shook his head. "Can anyone sneak up on you?"
Red Alert was saved an answer when he heard a crash further down the hall. Jazz's enraged voice drifted down to where they stood. "A 'con is loose! Who was supposed to be on guard duty?"
Red Alert groaned, and asked the sky, "I have never, ever been bad enough to warrant this. So why me?"
A breath of air, and Red Alert knew someone was beside him. He lashed out, softer this time. "Ouch!" This time, a voice Red Alert didn't recognize cried out.
"Who are you—"
The mech whom he had been speaking to just a moment before vanished. "Of course. A teleporter."
Prime sighed and said softly, "I'll round up a capture crew."
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Red Alert cocked an auditory receptor, listening carefully to the different strides, breathing and movements of the gathered mechs. He hadn't yet had a chance to tell about his off-lined optics, and was beginning to wonder if he ever would. "Ironhide, Jazz, Bumblebee, Inferno, and…" For a moment more he listened, and realized who the fifth mech was. "Prowl. What we are dealing with is a teleporter, so we need to be careful. It can sneak up on us at any time. That is why we're going to be posting up these machines Wheeljack has recently created to stop the 'con from appearing in places we've already searched. If he tries, it won't work."
"Why isn't the entire Arc helping out?" Ironhide grumbled, slightly miffed over having his resting disturbed.
"Because we need to keep it as quiet as possible." Red Alert hissed back, and pointed at Prime. "Ask him if you got any more problems."
"It's Ok Red." Inferno said easily. "We'll find him quickly enough."
"I hope so."
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Red Alert frowned at the door. It was one of the few doors that swung open and close. He moved it a tiny bit again, and again, he felt something was off with the door. Ironhide hissed impatiently, "What's the matter?"
"The door isn't swinging properly."
"Oh. That?"
Red Alert barely kept himself from jumping as he felt Ironhide roughly brush by, pushing the door wide open. CRASH! Red Alert winced, and laughter started up from Bumblebee, Jazz, and Inferno behind him. "Ironhide, your PURPLE!"
Red Alert had the brief image of Ironhide in Decepticon colors, and shook his head. He was glad that from what he could tell that the cameras were still working, because he would defiantly want to see want to see this later.
Ironhide spluttered something untypable, and growled to himself. Red Alert could hear the cannons humming furiously, and wondered in the very back of his CPU how stupid this Decepticon was being. You didn't ever make Ironhide mad. He had a way of blowing you into just big enough pieces that Ratchet could stick you back together.
Red Alert said softly, "Well, thank you for checking the door Ironhide. Let's keep on moving."
Laughter was quickly muffled, though Red Alert did hear the odd sporadic burst every now and then from Bumblebee.
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Red Alert placed a hand on the door, frowning. Carefully he ran his hand up and down the door, confirming his suspicions. "The door is slightly bent outwards."
Jazz asked bluntly, "So? What does that have anything to do with the 'con?"
"If the Decepticon has been through here, we might find clues as to where he might be. Stand back, I'm opening the door."
Red Alert typed in the code, and felt the air rush out. He jumped to one side, just barely making it. He could hear hundreds of items falling, pounding into the ground. Metallic rings echoed loudly, but the soft crumpling sound of something soft squashing and the distinct sound of energon all intermingled, making a rising cacophony of sounds. And, from Jazz's shout, he was caught somewhere in the middle of it.
Slowly he bent over, as Bumblebee, Ironhide, and Inferno all laughed. "Haha! Look at all that stuff."
"What is it all?" Red Alert asked, frustrated with his inability to see.
Prowl said softly, "It looks to be about eighteen vorns worth of old recreational items. I can see several holo-vids, a couple of old posters, even some carvings."
Red Alert asked, "Is the camera working still?"
He knew that Prowl shot him an odd look, but Prowl nodded. He could tell from the sound of gears moving. "Very well, let's keep on going. We still have a 'con to catch."
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Air rushed out continually, nearly masking the sounds that would be further in the hall. "Something is wrong. Their's a slight hissing noise on the other side of the door—"
Inferno laughed as he opened the door. "It's probably just the air-conditioning—"
His laughter was caught off mid sentence as a faintly booming sound echoed in Red Alert's ears. There was a soft splashing sound, and judging from Ironhides, Bumblebees and Jazz's laughter, it was yet another prank. He listened hard, and heard the sound of dripping. "Inferno! You're covered in your own foam!" Bumblebee choked out, barely able to speak from laughing.
Red Alert thought about the red fire-retardant foam that Inferno had recently been using to put out fires. And smothered his own chuckle. "Very well then. I suppose we must continue on. Thank you Inferno for taking one for the team."
Inferno muttered in Red Alert's auditory receptor, "You're going to be cleaning me off."
"I'll wait for you in the washroom then."
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Red Alert could feel that he was getting close. They had slowly driven the 'con back towards the brig, so if the 'con was going to attack, he would attack soon. Bumblebee volunteered, "I'll go and scout out the next room."
"Very well. Be careful."
Bumblebee slipped around him, and keyed in the password. For a few moments the door stayed close, and then almost reluctantly opened. SPLOOSH! Red Alert scrambled backwards, up against a wall. Bumblebee's wail of surprise and – anger? – was muffled by the gurgling drain of water. "THAT- THAT STUPID MECH JUST FILLED THE ENTIRE ROOM WITH WATER!"
Red Alert groaned. "Which room is this one again?"
"Thankfully the testing room, so it should be unaffected by the water." Prowl murmured softly. "I hope this is the last of the pranks."
"I hope so also." Red Alert growled, placing a hand on his rocket blaster. "I'm getting more and more frust—"
A rush of air was the only warning. Red Alert turned fast, shooting directly at where he had felt the air go by. A screech of pain was music to his auditory receptors. "I believe we just got him." Red Alert sighed in relief. It was finally over.
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"We got him sir." Red Alert said tiredly, leaning against the doorframe for support.
Ratchet's voice drifted back, "Good. Now bring him to me and I'll see what I can do with his teleporter."
"First could you fix my optics?"
Dead silence fell. Finally Ratchet asked, "What?"
"I have lead the entire mission blind." Red Alert snarled back, making no attempt to be calm. "I would like my sight back NOW!"
The Decepticon asked in a disbelieving voice, "I was captured by a blind mech?"
"My name is Red Alert. And shut up before I blast some more holes in you. Ratchet, please!"
Red Alert heard the creak of a chair, and steeled himself as Ratchet's hands passed over his face. "Hmm. It's easy enough to fix. Just a single pulled wire. If you waited another two breems, it would have healed itself."
Red Alert sighed in relief as the room slowly appeared before him. Then he turned. A purple Ironhide, dented Jazz, foamy Inferno, and still dripping wet Bumblebee glared back. He shook his head, and said, "Alright, everyone out. No need to stick around."
Ignoring every mech in the room he sat down in his chair, and silently began accessing the cameras.
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For the next few months, several odd things popped up. The soap was replaced by paint; hundreds of balls were found stuffed in Primes room, forcing him to move out for a few orns while mechs labored to clear away the balls; half of the holo-vids only played the same commercial of Megatron singing some awful pop-rock song; and the only music that played in the rec room was of an old, off tune mech singing blues.
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Ok, like I said, probably not what you were expecting, and probably not the Skywarp you know, but what can I say? I've only seen about two episodes. Anyways, If you don't like Red Alert having to be blind, then I can change it if you want. I just wanted to see if I could properly describe it. Ehehehe… Anyways, have fun reading it. I took my best stab at humor.
I just realized how long this is. Did I really type all that?