It begins! Oh I had so much fun writing this one! Sorry about the delay, but mock exams where a pain in the ass to me, and have drained me quite heavily, but, I am soldiering on thank Primus, now then... yeah I just loved writing that, anyway, Novalight belongs to me and Lunarburst23 due to her being the secondary idea producer, well then, on with the chapter!
Chapter 4
Novalight hummed as she strolled down one of the corridors of the base, planning to go for a relaxing flight, having just left the training room a few breems before, having grown tired of decimating hordes of overcharged Blitzwing's, she couldn't stop the giggle as she remembered how one of the holograms had simply flopped faceplates first on the ground and waved its partially see through limbs around as if trying to get back up, whilst having little to no coordination.
However, she found herself stopping in front of the entrance of the Brig, she was still curious about the twin gladiators, maybe they'd be interesting to talk to.
Deciding there was no harm in talking, she strode into the Brig, easily spotting the only in use cell.
There was also the fact that one of them looked to of been injured as he was carried away, something she'd thought about as she'd done target practise with her aunt.
Novalight peered into the brig from the doorway, it was surprisingly quiet, unlike the noise the only current residents had caused when they were brought in if what her younger brother had told her was anything to go by.
It took her less than a breem to reach the only in use holding cell, when she did she came optic to optic with the red mech, the gold one seemed engrossed in scowling down at a dent in his arm.
"Hey Sunny! We got a visitor!" The red one chirped.
Novalight felt one of her optic ridges move higher up her faceplates towards her helm.
"Don't call me that you aft!" The gold one snapped. "And I heard, what do you want femme?" He growled out.
A frown crept onto her faceplates, making a mental note to be weary of the gold one. "I came to see if you need help, you looked to of hit your helm quite hard back there, and, I'm bored, you can only shoot so many fake drunk Blitzwings every cycle." She answered, looking to the red one, who snorted at her last statement.
The red one continued to chuckle. "Don't worry Princess, we've been through way worse than a sew dents." He stated, a wry smirk on his faceplates.
Novalight shrugged. "If you say so, oh and, don't call me Princess." She huffed before making her way to the entrance, having decided she'd go try and find one of her aunts to talk to.
"Whatever you say, Duchess." The red one called after her, voice dropping to a purr.
Novalight didn't show that it got to her, instead, she spun, drew one of her grenades which Flareup had given her, pulled the pin, and threw it towards the two mechs cell.
She was already at the entrance, when the startled cries of the two mechs reached her, having realised what had been thrown at them, a clambering/crashing sound was heard as they likely tried to get away from the device, only to find they had nowhere to go.
The door to the brig slid shut behind her, just as the grenade released its contents.
A completely horrified yet muffled scream came from behind her, a smirk pulled upon her lipplates as she sashayed along the corridor.
Cliffjumper was heading in the opposite direction, two energon cubes held in one servo, at the seeker femmes smirking faceplates though, his pedes halting in their movement after a few moments. "Should I be worrying for the safety of the base at the moment little Nova?" He enquired, one optics ridge raised in speculation.
Novalight shrugged. "Depends, as long as you don't call me a title of nobility, you should be fine." She tried to assure.
The optic ridge climbed up higher. "My tanks are suddenly warning me not to go down there." He said, gesturing with his horned helm at the brig door.
A sweet smile bloomed on Novalight's faceplates. "Don't worry about it then Cliff, I'll take um." She offered, easily taking the two cubes from the smaller mechs servo, spinning on the back of her clawed pede and made her way back towards the brig door.
The door slid open, causing the smug smirk to return to her features, as her optics took in the mass of brown, lime green and glow in the dark orange carnage she'd created.
Activating her pede thrusters, she hovered over to the only in use cell, finding the two mechs where still frozen in the positions they'd been in when the grenade had detonated, in other words trapped in positions of complete horror as they tried to shield themselves with the others frame, once she'd pushed the cubes under the gap left by the lowest bar she righted herself and placed one servo on her hipplate.
They didn't seem likely to go anywhere anytime soon.
So, she hovered back over to the entrance, before she stepped through however, she looked over her shoulder plate with a smug smile still in place and declared. "My designation is Novalight, and don't you forget it, cause I'll do a lot worse than screw up your paint if you call me something like that again."
The door slid shut behind her, and Novalight walked away, planning to join her younger brother in the training hall before going on another high speed patrol.
Brig
Sideswipe was the first to move, helm slowly tilting down to take in his paint splattered form.
"Sunny." A wild grin bloomed on his faceplates. "I think I'm in love."
At his twins statement, Sunstreaker took in his own and his twins appearance, after whacking his twin upside the helm that is. "That femme's going to pay for this." He grumbled.
"Prank war?" Sideswipe chirped hopefully as he began trying to get as much of the already drying paint off his frame.
"Prank war."
A few cycles later
Novalight stood to attention as Optimus accepted the twin mechs into the army, they would be fighting on the frontlines primarily, meaning that Novalight now had two more she had to watch out for when flying overhead, but, she was never one to back down from a challenge of not causing friendly fire… by accident.
Flareup nudged her side with her elbow joint. "You certainly made an impression on those two." She half joked.
Novalight shrugged. "He shouldn't of tried to annoy me." She answered back.
Flareup smirked. "You're taking after me and your carrier more and more every cycle, no more clingy little youngling who'd get spooked at a Glitch Mouse."
Novalight frowned. "I'm not afraid of Glitch mice, and I never was, that's sire, and he's still terrified of those things."
Flareup didn't seem to be paying attention instead she had focused her intention on the twins. "I swear by the name of my Hunkie, that red one, Sideswipe I think, was staring at you. Huh, didn't you paint bomb them or something a few cycles ago?" She enquired.
Novalight frowned as she regarded her aunt. "I told you about that like five breems after I did it, and we were just talking about it! Aunty Flareup, you officially have the storage capacity of a neo fish."
Flareup just grinned and responded with. "And proud of it!" She cheered, throwing a fist in the air and very nearly clubbing Springer in the shoulder plate.
Novalight huffed as she smacked her aunts shoulder good naturedly. "I do not know how we're all still online with you here." She remarked.
Deciding to make her exit, she activated her cloak, allowing her form to shift into invisibility, leaving Flareup to frown as she felt her niece fly by, having activated her silent boosters so that she wouldn't make a sound as she left.
"Actually, I don't know." Flareup pondered, before instead turning her attention to her mate, quickly sneaking behind him and leaping onto his back strut, wrapping her pedes around his waist and arms around his neck cables, causing him to stumble slightly before righting himself and chuckling.
"Nova ditch you?" He enquired.
Flareup smirked as she placed a peck on his cheekplate. "You know me too well Hunkie, I'm bored, got any method of curing that?" She enquired, shifting slightly between her mechs winglets, knowing exactly how sensitive they are.
A low growl left her mech. "I have a good idea of one sure-fire method."
"Does it involve explosions?" She taunted.
"Depends on how you imagine the treatment will go." He responded back, reaching round and pulling his mate off him so that he could hold her to his chassis. "Shall we?" He enquired, smirk playing upon his scarred faceplates.
Flareup giggled, stroking one of the scars which ran over both of his lipplates. "As long as you don't mind a bit of 'collateral damage'."
Overhaul groaned from where he was standing next to them. "Either leave and frag, or shut up and watch, Prime's almost done." He growled.
Flareup tilted her helm back so that she was looking at the mech upside down, with Wheeljack holding her against him at the waist to support her position. "You're just jealous that you can't join in, pervy bot~." She taunted.
Overhaul stuttered for a moment before turning away from the couple and crossing his arms over his chassis.
Wheeljack let off a chuckle, leaning over his mate and pressing her against him. "Awww… Poor Overhaul, guess you'll just have to wait for that femme who's got malfunctioning olfactory sensors to sweep you off your pedes and carry you to the nearest flat surface, yah animal, come love, let's get that treatment underway." With that said he quickly lead her mate away, who was on the verge of howling like a cyber-wolf as Overhaul yelled profanities after their retreating forms.
The shouting of course, drew a good bit of attention, most ended up laughing upon realising that two of the resident demolition experts had riled up Overhaul into a rage.
Sideswipe however, was using the distraction to look for their target, Novalight, he was looking forward to pranking her, and from the info he and his twin had gained from a mech called Tracks, painting her a different colour wouldn't work, seeing as the femme cared as much for her paint as she did a con, and was it not for her aunts, she'd be walking around in every colour known to Cybertronian kind, in a decretive paint splatter.
Something that apparently did get to her, was when someone messed with her 'toys' aka her arsenal, apparently having two weapons specialists for creators left the femme more decked out then most battle transports, something they'd also have to be weary of.
However, upon realising the femme in question was no longer present, he sent an enquiring nudge over the bond to ask if she'd seen her go, which he responded to with a peeved of 'no'.
Sideswipe grumbled, he was well aware that they'd have to get creative with their pranks when it came to getting back at this femme, but he welcomed the challenge with open arms.
One thing was for certain though, they were going to have fun.
A few cycles later
"SUNSTREAKER! SIDESWIPE!"
Mechs and femmes alike leapt to the sides of the corridor as Novalight barrelled past, a look of absolute murder on the normally cheery faceplates as her streamlined form rocketed past, thrusters roaring almost as loud as the volume her vocalisers where putting out.
It didn't take long to realise what had happened when Bumblebee shot after her, the normally yellow and black mech sporting pale pink and blue paint splatters instead, some droplets still flying off the back of him.
Said twins where sitting on a small table in the rec room when the femme seekers screeches reached them, the others in the rec room giving them confused or irritated scowls, internally however, the twins felt a smug sense of pride build over the fact that they'd succeeded in ticking off the tri-coloured femme, their plan not to target the femme directly had worked, seeing as her younger brother was paint sensitive.
They were not expecting however, for the femme to fly through the open door.
And within seconds knock Sunstreaker to the ground, right off the back of his chair, with a vicious right hook, the mech sliding a good distance, and knocked into stasis.
"What the holy Pit?!" Sideswipe cried, only to have a chair slam harshly against the side of his helm, knocking him into stasis right next to his twin.
Novalight huffed as she regarded the two unconscious trouble makers, before turning her attention to her younger brother, who was still holding the chair above his helm ready to strike which ever stasis locked mech twitched first.
After a solid breem without either moving, he finally lowered the chair to the ground leaning on the back rest as he regarded the two unconscious mechs with distaste. Novalight gave him a warm smile and patted him on the shoulder, transferring blue and pink paint onto her servo, not that she cared. "Go get cleaned up, then meet me at the tar gorges in two joors, I'll deal with these two slag helms." She reassured.
Bumblebee gave her an incredulous look, there was no way his sister could drag both of those mechs, she was built for incredible bursts of prolonged speed, not dragging unconscious mechs with brute strength she did not have.
Novalight waved him off. "I commed Aunty Flare on my way over here, she and carrier are coming to help me deal with these afts. We'll be fine." She reassured.
Bumblebee didn't verbally respond, only gave her a slightly irritated glare over being told what to do by his older sister, before turning and walking out of the recroom.
By this point, everybot had gone back to what they were doing previously, seeing as the twin mechs hadn't put up a fight, most however, wished the youngest members of the base hadn't been so efficient.
Would've given them another excuse to act like younglings on energon candy highs and trash the base again.
But, that was not what had happened.
Didn't mean that some weren't going to go and watch whatever was soon to go down at the Tar gorges east of the base.
Two joors later
Sideswipe groaned as he came too, feeling like his helm had a party going on within that wasn't meant to be there.
The wind howled past his sensitive audio horns, strange, last he remembered he was enjoying some down time in the rec room with his twin, waiting for their prank to be sprung.
Wait… why was something wrapped around his hipplates?
Groggily tilting his helm up, he locked optics with the femme seeker, Novalight, the one who'd set off that paint grenade in their cell, why was she holding him like that? Not that he minded, yes she was a pretty fem, and she was holding him snuggly against her.
It was then that things began to click in place, as the sounds of thrusters reached his audios, why hadn't heard them earlier? His pedes dangling beneath him along with his arms, and the wind howling around them.
That was when he realised, where he was.
A long, long way up.
"HOLY PRIMUS!" He all but screamed, arms flailing in a fruitless attempt to grab anything stable, but even the femme was out of reach due to the way she was holding him, hovering in the air with the upper part of her frame bent over so that his own pedes where dangling lower than hers where, the powerful thrusters keeping both in the air.
And those thrusters suddenly got a whole lot more powerful.
For a moment later, they were rocketing upwards, far, far too high for his preference.
"SUNNY!" He screamed as they rocketed upwards, missing the golden and black speck down at ground level, sprawled out on the floor, instantly he began pumping as much of the terror he was feeling into his twin via their bond, trying to locate his twin.
But there would've been very little he could do outside of shooting the femme holding him, and that would not have the desired effect he was hoping for, a nice safe landing.
Finally, they came to a gradual stop, he wasn't even sure if seekers flew this high! He could see Praxus, Metroplex and Iacon from this height!
Finally the femme spoke. "This is why you don't prank my little brother, leave him outta this, if you want a prank war, then don't lose focus on the enemy."
"Wait! I take it back! I'm sorry I set up that prank! I didn't…..YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HHHHOOOOOLLLLLLYYYYY FFFFRRRRRAAAAGGGGG!"
She'd let go.
To put it simply, Sideswipe screamed bloody murder as he plummeted towards what he now realised, was a whole lot of jagged steel.
The femme was seriously trying and succeeding in her attempt to offline him! Did she really not understand the concept of pranks?!
Clearly not!
In his sheer terror, he didn't hear the sounds of thrusters, which in turn lead to a tricolour blur practically crashing into him, arms wrapping around his middle and jerking him off his falling trajectory, just in time for the jagged metal to pass by harmlessly, a single spike just grazing the right side of his chassis.
In half a sparkbeat, he flipped in the air in a sharp upwards loop, a high pitch 'YAH!' later and he was skimming over something black and sticky, which after three skips, had become so attached to his frame, it dragged him into the inky blackness.
He sank for a few minutes before something hooked onto his middle, he thought he could hear grunting, but the black stuff had partially gummed up his audios so he wasn't all that sure.
Slowly he was pulled out of the sticky stuff, the thick black tendrils fighting against whatever was on his middle as he stared down at the tar pit.
Tar…
HE'D BEEN DUNKED IN FRAGGING TAR?!
The thing around his middle came loose, leaving him to crash onto solid ground faceplates first, something which he tried to embrace, only to find his motions slowed by the tar still attached to his frame, he could barely move…
That didn't mean he couldn't swear to Primus he'd ever leave the ground again!
He didn't even realise that he blacked out.
When the red mech next came to, it was within what he assumed to be the Autobot Med-bay with a blue mech cleaning on of his pieces of shoulder armour. "What? Where am I? What happened? SUNNY! Where's my twin!?" He yelled, bolting upright and shaking the surprised mech, who he now realised was a medic, shoulder plate.
The mech huffed. "Over there?" He grumbled, pointing over his shoulder at where his twin was lying ramrod straight, faceplates twisted in a frozen scream, optics wide armour also partially covered in tar. "And what happened? You pranked Novalight's little brother, pissing the femme off, which alone is a death wish, she knocked your twin out with a right hook, whilst you were on the receiving end of a chair, then, she dropped you from 4.5 klicks straight up, caught you, then flung you into the Iaconian tar pits, where a group of rescue bots pulled you out. Then your stasis locked frames where brought here to be cleaned, that twin of yours, hasn't even twitched once." He explained.
Sideswipe felt the side of her mouth plate twist up, that femme, really knew how to prank, he genuinely thought she was trying to offline him! Best scare prank ever!
His twin not complaining about his paint job was also a bonus.
The door to his left slid open, and a now all too familiar frame strode through. "Jolt! I got those medical grade energon cubes from storage like you asked!" Novalight exclaimed, thrusters keeping her in the air as she hovered over, two cubes in each servo, and another three tied around her hipplates.
Her entrance also seemed to have an affect on his twin. "YOU! You owe me a new paint job femme!" He yelled, bursting into movement, only to be held down by Ratchet.
Novalight looked at him from the corner of her optic, smirk pulling at her features. "I don't owe you nothing Sunshine, and I was getting you back for pranking my little brother, so, we're even."
"You set of a paint grenade in the holding cell we were being kept in!" He shot back, trying to get off the berth, only to be magnetised to it for his struggles. "Hey! The frag medic!?"
Novalight chuckled behind her servo, passing the seven cubes over to jolt. "Sunshine, either get the pole lodged out you aft out, or, sit there and sulk like the little sparkling you are. You're choice!" She chirped, bouncing over to Ratchet. "Hey uncle Ratchet!
Ratchet smiled at the bubbly seeker femme, not even needing to hear her ask the unspoken question, which resulted in his favourite wrench moving into her clawed servos.
He just stood back, watching as a demonic aura surrounded the femme. Who, with a harsh strike, knocked a substantial dent directly into the metal adjacent to the gold mechs left audio fin. "Oh and I'm going to make something very clear, just in case you forgot, my designation is NOVALIGHT!" She yelled, before reaching over without looking, picking up a cube of med grade energon, and splashing it into his faceplates. "Enjoy your stay with uncle Ratchet! Uncle! Tell carrier I'm going to visit granduncle Que!" With that, she activated her thrusters and raced out the door again.
Sideswipe's face had long since morphed into a lopsided smirk. "Sunny, why I think I truly am in love!"
Jolt gave the red mech an odd look, looking over to Ratchet and enquired. "I think this mech is defective."
Ratchet shrugged. "For all we know, he was dropped on his helm as a sparkling."
Sideswipe ignored the two, glancing over at his twin. "Sunny, I really think I like her!" He chirped.
Sunstreaker groaned, now that he was no longer magnetised to the berth, he allowed his helm to raise off it, before slamming it back down again. "Yeah? Well I hate her, she owes me a new paint job." He grumbled.
Jolt snorted. "Good luck with that! Last I checked! They had to pin her down to give her a recoat!"
Sunstreaker gave him an odd look. "And you said my twin was dropped on his helm as a sparkling." He grumbled.
Jolt shrugged. "She was pushed out of a collapsing skyscraper as a youngling, in the middle of the final battle for Crystal city. Oh well."
Sideswipe decided to ignore his twin and pretty much everything else, instead trying to figure out ways of getting the femme to talk to him, with Sunstreaker shooting him bouts of irritation over their bond, as well as there suddenly being an argument between the two medics over what information is 'private' and what isn't.
Fifteen breems of aimlessly hovering through the base later
Novalight hummed as she passed an intersection, turning left through the unlocked door just after the intersection.
Only to quickly dive behind a blast shield right next to the door as Que yelled. "TAKE COVER!"
Followed by a significant explosion.
"Whoo! Que! What you put in that thing?!" Novalight cheered as she practically vaulted over the top of the blast shield so she could examine the large hole in the middle of one of the mechs work benches.
Que chuckled as he rubbed the back of his helm. "Just a new concoction Nova, which I accidentally mass produced, and I wanted to find out what it could be used for, apparently destroying stuff meant to be blast proof… oh boy."
Novalight's helm snapped up to stare at him. "Mass produced?"
"Yup." He responded, not seeing where this was going.
"I want some, no, need some! This would be perfect for my grenade launcher! You must have tons of the stuff knowing you! I'll take a crate!"
Que paled, realising that maybe he said too much, but, she was already in the storage room behind the labs, sniffing through the crates.
"Found um! Wow Que! Seventy four crates?! Mech we need to get you a hobby! Not! I'll take five!" She always did have a knack for knowing which where the newest batches just from how fresh the chemicals where, he blamed his son and his mate.
She was out the door carrying said five crates before he could even stop her, her yelling. "If they're unstable I'll be careful! Whoa! Watch it Sunshine, you too Sidsap! Yah want yah aft blown to kingdom come or something! By Que!"
Sunstreaker peered through the door at the smoking remains, Sideswipe's helm appearing just underneath. Starring at the elder inventor in concern. "What was in those things?" Sunstreaker enquired.
Que chuckled, nervously shuffling his pedes. "A new high explosive I made on mass by accident? Seventeen micro cubes caused that." He pointed at the table. "And she's just taken five full… cubes… Ah, it's Nova, she may seem insane to most, but she's actually the sanest of the demo crew! She knows how to handle her high explosives."
The twins exchanged glances, the same smirk playing at Sideswipe's faceplates. "I swear, could this femme become any more unorthodoxly perfect?"
Sunstreaker just whacked his twin over the helm in response.
The prank war has begun! Oh joy! I should make this clear, Nova, and myself, are huge fans of scare pranks, not embarrassment orientated pranks like the twins, laughing at others joy is mine and hers bread and butter, I've watched waaaayyyyy to many fail videos, well then, until next time!
Moon+Lunar
