Ahhh…nothing's sweeter than 4 days off…except maybe an avacado smoothie.
They aren't that bad.
This may be the last few times I update my multi chap fics. I wanna do one shots from now on…
Techna stood on the high ridge, not trusting her optics.
"That couldn't have been him…It just couldn't have…" she muttered to herself. She'd seen Steelscale dragging Jazz off…and what had happened to his armor? It was black and green now…
He'd joined the Decepticons…
Pretty much heartbroken, she turned homeward to tell her father and mother about what had happened…and how Chargepulse had fled like a coward.
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"Optimus…"
Chargepulse staggered back to the Autobot base, thoroughly dirty and beaten up. He'd been practicing his story on his way back, and he made sure all loose ends were covered. Ah, there was the welcoming wagon now, headed by Optimus himself. How perfect. He artistically fell in a pitiful heap. He could feel the mechs crowding around him, each full of concern and worry. He had to stop himself from grinning.
"Chargepulse, what happened?" That was Optimus. Chargepulse lifted his head and said weakly, "Jazz…Ironhide…captured…Steelscale…traitor…Techna…gone…Couldn't stop them…" He let his head fall. There was a flurry of movement around him and he found himself hoisted onto a makeshift sling.
They fell for it, hook, line and sucker. He risked a quick grin to himself.
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"Primus, Starscream doesn't mess around anymore."
Shift was repairing Jazz's arms and reattaching them. "My thanks to you, kind Medic." The Autobot said, nodding. Shift snorted. "Enough of that sweet talk, you. Primus, I hate you mechs who think you know everything about femmes…Whoops." She had cut a bit too deep into Jazz's armor, causing him to wince. Smiling innocently, she looked over at Quakeshot, who was treating Ironhide. "How's that brute holding up?"
"Quite well, but he's grumpy as the Pit." Quakeshot called back. Ironhide was grumbling angrily at the fact Barricade had caught him unawares. "That little slagger!" he snarled, and winced as Quakeshot extracted something from his armor. "Stop moving!" she chided him slightly. "And you two won't have to go to the stupid Wards. You'll be staying with us until Steelscale's idea comes into play."
"I can't believe he went to you guys first…OW!" "Sorry." Shift said apologetically, grinning still. "He could have gone neutral, you know!" Jazz snapped.
"Well, he didn't. That was Megatron's plan all along, get him to join and be new leader." Quakeshot said, and Jazz blinked. "That's a stupid idea!" he replied, peeved. "Well, Megs doesn't seem to think so…" Ironhide muttered, and snickered. This was the most he'd seen Jazz pissed off before.
"Speaking of Steelscale, has anyone seen him?"
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The young mech was speaking with Floodlight right now. The security sweep was done, and they need not fear detection.
"Hey Flood, guess what? Jazz and Ironhide are here." "Oh man, they were captured too?" Floodlight said worriedly. "Yes, but Quakeshot and Shift are caring for them. Listen, tell all the prisoners that the prison break's tonight, when Starcream and everyone are out of the way. When we open the doors to the cells, get ready to run and shoot if you can. I'll be helping you get ahead, then Jazz and Ironhide will escort you home so you can tell about how Cryos is a traitor, ok?"
"Gotcha. Oh, and Steelscale?"
"Yes, Flood?"
"Do you think Turret hates me? I mean, does she act like she hates me in any way?" Steelscale blinked. What an odd question. "No, Flood, she doesn't. Why?"
"No reason."
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Turret, however, was acting like she hated someone right now.
Barricade. She'd figured out who had stolen her blueprints and squealed to Megatron.
"How could you?!" She screeched at him angrily. "You could have gotten Steelscale and I killed!" "Well, I'd rather you be dead than cavorting with him!" Barricade shouted back. "YOU JERK! He's my friend, and if you can't accept that, kindly BUTT THE SLAG OUT!" She stomped out, leaving a seething Barricade and an angry Turret.
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Techna was almost home. She was exhausted, but it wouldn't be long now. "Dad!" she shouted weakly, then snorted. Of course he wouldn't hear her from out here.
Reaching the door, she pushed it open…only to be caught by the shoulder by a blue hand from inside. "You…" Chargepulse hissed venomously, "Have been meddling in my affairs for too long, brat."
Techna cried out in pain as his hand crushed her shoulder and another hand clamped over her mouth.
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"Everything going smoothly, Cryos?"
"Absolutely, Lord Megatron. I've got the captive ready, if you're willing to send Skywarp or Thundercracker over for pickup."
"I'll send both, in case the Autobots suspect something.
"My thanks, Lord Megatron."
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"Soon, Jazz, soon. Be patient." Shift chided the mech, who paced back and forth impatiently. "I can't wait that ling, Shift…" He snarled. "Stands to reason. He wants to kill Starscream for maiming him so badly." Quakeshot said, looking at her communicator. "Virus, you ready?"
"As I'll ever be!" came the hassled response. "The alarm going off if the signal."
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Soon…
The alarm blared, and Quakeshot howled excitedly, "Let's go, gents! We move NOW!"
"Turret! There you are!" Steelscale pulled Turret along the hall. "We're supposed to meet Quakeshot's team at the junction of this hall! Come on!"
Soon, they saw the femme and several others waiting for them. "Come on! Get to the control room and open those doors!" She yelled. "We'll back you up!" As they dashed down the hall, they met surprisingly little opposition. Steelscale had a bad feeling about this…where were all the Decepticons?
Ahhhh, break time fer me.