Title: Prime, I shrunk the Officers!
Chapter: 06 - Beautiful Wheeljack.
Notes: Jazzvision in action and the Cassetticons strike. I stink at anything battle scene-ish when it's in english. And that ryhmed, go figure! DX
Jazz hummed and danced happily around the halls to a melody he was currently playing on his radio. Inferno and Hound only watched in amusement and slight surprise how easily their current second-in-command could lose himself to the music that seemed to cheer him up no matter what.
The bouncy Autobot stopped his dancing once they reached their destination, Wheeljack's laboratory. He was about to greet the engineer when the doors cycled open and an unexpected scene appeared before his optics. "Frag damn it, you guys!" The saboteur turned around quickly and sprawled himself over the entrance to try and block the view. "Don't look!"
Hound and Inferno exchanged glances before they dared a peek from above and under Jazz's arm. "Huh?" Inferno scratched his head a little, not understanding what had freaked Jazz up.
"Hey there!" Wheeljack greeted cheerfully without looking up. He was leaning over Trailbreaker, his hands busy poking and prodding the insides of Trailbreaker's mid section.
Jazz turned to look back at them and had to double take. His 'Jazz vision' had displayed a naughtier scene for his CPU. The saboteur slumped and rubbed his neck wearily. Man, I think I need to get laid soon. And Prowl's still a sparklin'. Sucks to be me 'bout right now.
"I'll attend to you guys in a moment. I'm just fixing a few loose components here," the engineer continued with his work while Trailbreaker greeted the new comers. Once Wheeljack was done and Trailbreaker had vacated the table he turned to the trio of Autobots. "Who wants to go first?"
On cue, both Inferno and Hound pointed at Jazz who turned to give them a look that would have screamed 'traitors' if they could have seen it. "I'll go." The seat hadn't exploded on him last night, so the Porsche wasn't too worried about fireworks going off on his leathery interiors.
Trailbreaker picked the seat made for Jazz while the martini racer transformed into his alternate mode to have it installed. A few minutes later, the seat was in place, and Jazz transformed back, commenting about the light weight of the added accessory.
"Where's Sunstreaker? Or should I have it installed in Bluestreak instead?" Wheeljack asked with a cautious tone in his voice. He totally didn't want to be alone with Sunstreaker, much less when he was going to have to slip his hands inside his alt mode. All things considered, Wheeljack didn't feel like being bitten to deactivation by a rabid Countach.
"He had to go on patrol earlier today. He should be 'ere in 'bout a joor or two." Jazz informed the engineer, giving an apologetic smile when Wheeljack just gave him an uncomfortable look. "Sorry, man. I don't do the schedulin'. Ya'll have to take that one to Ironhide."
"Dully noted. Come on, Inferno, we gotta get your seat installed."
Blaster smiled and bounced Prowl on his leg, watching Steeljaw and Eject play with the other sparklings while Rewind cradled Sideswipe in his arms. "Gave 'Sides his dose yet, Rewind?"
"Affirmative." The black cassette nodded. "Though, that was the last dose in that cube. Did Ratchet give you more?"
"No, he didn't. He's not due for another joor, right?" Blaster set the sparkling Prowl down, giving him a little pat on his back before he stood up and crossed over the little fence of the pen. "I better go ask Ratchet if he'll still need more and prepare more if needed. I'll be right back."
Ratbat watched the large mech leave the room from his hiding spot with Buzzaw and Laserbeak and readied to launch himself into the recreation room.
"You fragging son of a glitch!"
The bat cassette froze in midair and rushed back to his hiding place alongside his brothers Buzzaw and Laserbeak, watching the blur of a Rally Lancia Stratos dash beneath them followed by the yellow blur of a very, very pissed off Lamborghini and a black Pickup on tow.
"It was an accident!" Wheeljack ran as fast as his bipedal mode could allow. "It's just a little scratch!"
"Little scratch?! Just a little scratch?! I'll show you what a little scratch is when I get my hands on you!" Sunstreaker was livid, sporting a small scratch on his side. Scratch or not, he needed little excuse to try and rip the engineer a new one.
"Sunstreaker, calm down!" Trailbreaker called as he tried his best to keep up with the pair and try to keep Wheeljack in one piece.
"Oh boy." Eject looked up just in time to see Sunstreaker's dashing form followed by Trailbreaker. "I hope Wheeljack can run really, really fast or Trailbreaker tackles Sunny first. Otherwise the Coach's gonna be pissed."
"You're telling me." Rewind sighed heavily and rocked Sideswipe gently when the baby Lamborghini began to whimper.
Steeljaw stiffened and looked up to the entrance just in time to see the Decepticon cassettes dive through. The lion cassette jumped in front of the sparklings and Eject to provide some cover.
"Oh, no!" Rewind rushed to pick the other sparklings barely dodging a shot from Laserbeak. "Blaster!" he called through their com-link. "We're under attack. Laserbeak and associates are here - we need back up!"
Eject retrieved his rifle and aimed for the flying Buzzaw and Ratbat from behind Steeljaw who was enduring the fire that was pouring over him, refusing to move despite the wounds he was now sustaining. "Steeljaw's injured! We need back up right now!"
"I'm on it, damn it!" Rewind tried his best to run to gather the sparklings that were now huddled behind Eject and Steeljaw. Perceptor and Red Alert were now crying as loud as their vocal processors could allow, and Mirage and Prowl were whimpering but huddling against the other sparklings.
"Blaster to Prime, do you copy?!"
"Prime here. What is it Blaster?"
"The cassetticons are attacking the nursery! Eject, Rewind, and Steeljaw are holding them back but they won't last much longer."
Jazz, Hound, Inferno, Ironhide, and Sunstreaker froze at the report from their communications officer.
"Let's go!" Jazz literally jumped over the back of his seat and rushed out of the command center, followed by Ironhide, Optimus Prime, and Bluestreak.
Sunstreaker was already on his way back to the recreation room where the 'nursery' was located, followed by Wheeljack and Trailbreaker in time to see Buzzaw rush out of the room with a crying Sideswipe held in his claws.
"Put my brother down!" Sunstreaker aimed and fired furiously, brushing the Decepticon cassette's wing producing a small trail of smoke right away. Before he could shoot again Trailbreaker pulled his arm down. "Let me go!"
"We can't get him here - you could hit Sideswipe!" the black pickup tried his best to hold back the furious Lamborghini.
Jazz arrived with the other Autobot in tow just in time to see Ratbat and Laserbeak flying at full speed out of the recreation room, carrying the remaining sparklings in their feet. "Prowl!"
The Porsche chased the Decepticon cassettes as fast as he could, pulling out his rifle and trying to steady his aim, growling in frustration as he found his targets moving too much to risk to shoot. "Stop!" The saboteur chased the two cassettes out of the Ark crying out in desperation when they reached the entrance, knowing once they were out it would be impossible to reach them anymore. "Prowl!!"
The saboteur fell to his knees and punched the arid soil. "They're gone!"
"What do we do now?" Huffer dared to ask, carrying Eject's injured form.
"We know where they're going." Ironhide helped Jazz up. "Let's knock on Megatron's door and get our sparklings back."
"Brawn, Huffer, take Eject, Rewind, and Steejaw to Ratchet and stand guard with him. Blaster, call Skyfire and tell him to meet us along the way," Optimus Prime instructed before he turned to the remaining Autobots. "Everyone else, transform and roll out!"
The Autobots transformed and drove at full speed in pursuit of the sparklings' captors. "Sunstreaker wounded Buzzaw. I don't think he'll last long flying in that condition," Trailbreaker informed. "Hopefully we'll be able to catch up to them before they reach their base."
"And if we don't, I have a rocket with Megatron's name on it, ready," Sunstreaker growled furiously as he drove as fast as his engine permitted, Bluestreak was barely able to keep up with him.
"Not if I get him first," Jazz stated dryly.
Ironhide sped up as much as he could, trying to catch up with Jazz who was currently leading the convoy, being the fastest in vehicle form. "Let's concentrate on getting the sparklings back; we'll see about kicking decepti-butt afterwards."