Fuzzy Shenanigans

The city commander sat there with a pile of digipads in front of him. Prowl sat to his left making an exceptionally lengthy description of a discussion he had had with some human diplomat who wasn't impressed with the level of pollution that was being caused by the construction. He then went on to further explain how he expressed to the human that while their construction methods looked dirty, they were actually a lot cleaner then human construction methods. He then went through a superfluous list of statistics regarding levels of pollution in both species on the planet currently – and for good measure even added the Constructicons numbers regarding this subject.

Optimus was obviously trying hard to keep his attention. Recently he had been somewhat less enthused by the numbers and reports that his lieutenants were scripting. Since Megatron had up and lifted the majority of his forces to Cybertron, they had been rather quiet, they were obviously planning something and the Autobot leader was more concerned about Megatron's activities then where the Pit the wind was blowing when construction was taking place on a Wednesday.

Several other lieutenants that Magnus hadn't had time to fully introduce himself too were sitting around the large table. Kup, Springer and Blurr were the only mechs he knew and had served with consistently over the many millions of years.

Scratch scratch.

There was silence for a moment. But no one seemed to realise it was coming from Magnus, and the city commander wasn't exactly going to let loose his embarrassing secret.

Perceptor then began his report on something so boring not even Prowl in all his seriousness could keep his interest. The scientist, while being stuck on earth for such a long time, was still spoken of on Cybertron. Before the war got really going, he'd been the dean at The University of Iacon, which was the most prestigious on the planet. His reputation as being able to bore the circuit breakers free from any mech or femme was well known, even amongst the illiterates and the rough and tumble Decepticons.

Scratch scratch.

It just so happened when Perceptor was taking a pause between esoteric semantics. He looked up and around at the others in the room.

"I say, what was that?"

"Dunno, but I heard it before, man".

Jazz piped up.

The commander kept his vocal components shut.

"Its probably the shoddy construction processes".

Ironhide chuckled.

"Oooh, you're lucky Grapple and Hoist aren't here!"

Blaster replied.

The more "relaxed" amongst the briefing laughed. Perceptor looked irritated that his report was interrupted, Prowl looked irritated because the briefing was side tracking and Prime, well, Prime looked the same as before.

"Please continue, Perceptor".

"Oh, right, yes, of course, now, as I was saying, the importance of complete systematic regulation of confining systems regulation is…"

SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH!

"Man! Now I heard that!"

"I think Chairman Mao heard that!"

"Isn't that human dead?"

"I dunno, I heard his name mentioned on History channel".

"So he's gotta be dead if he's on that channel".

"Nah way, Blaster, dude, they've had stuff about Obama and he's not dead… and Steven Hawking… and Magic Johnson".

"I thought Magic was dead?"

"Nah, man he's got that human disease thing".

"Which one?"

"The only human disease I know of is pregnancy".

"Cosmos, dude, pregnancy ain't a disease!"

"Then why do the human femmes try to get rid of it?"

"Well, that's a whole different kettle of marine organisms… but…"

"Alright, gentlemechs, please, I'm sure Perceptor has some very important information which he needs to inform us all of".

Optimus finally drew his mechs under some semblance of control and they quietened down, the scratching no longer on their CPUs.

Magnus was greatly relieved on that one, and lent forward to pick up the next digi pad on the desk. Suddenly, a small brown ball of fuzz came running out from the joint in his wrist.

"What the…?"

Kup raised an optic ridge as the creature scuttled across the desk. Suddenly another joined suit, again orientating from Magnus' wrist.

"What are they?"

The elder mech asked.

"Man, why, they're our little fuzzy friends, mice!"

Beachcomber chimed. How he had gotten into this level of meeting, Prowl would never know. Another four streamed out from Magnus' elbow joint, rushed down his arm and onto the table, one sitting there nibbling at the corner of the digipads pile, the other three rushing all over the place. Six more came out from his shoulder panel and while four of them join their companions on the table, two decided to engage in biological reproductive behaviour on his shoulder.

"What in the name of Vector Sigma?"

Kup stood up, his mouth gapping.

Jazz and Blaster starting barking with laughter.

Prime sighed, quite unimpressed or stunned, as he had obviously seen more extreme things or at least, was bored enough to not bother about his city commander being infested with what the humans classed as "vermin".

"I don't know…"

Magnus stood and opened his mouth, but before he could complete his sentence at least twelve mice came jumping out. While most of them didn't survive the fall to the table most of them did manage to get down to his chest plating and began rushing about the place. By now at least 200 mice were running all over. Beachcomber was trying to calm his companions so as to save the fuzzy little friends. Jazz was laughing and Prowl looked rather uncomfortable and less the impressed with the unscheduled interruption. Magnus looked absolutely horrified, as Perceptor began scanning him and then made some comment, the number three thousand; four hundred and twenty six was mention.

Damn it all to the pit. The city commander knew exactly what that number was in relation to.