Surviving Changes
By: MyNameIsJag
Disclaimer: I own…NOTHING! Do you know what would happen if I did own it all…nothing good that's for sure!
Chapter Ten: Logic Is Dead, Poke It With A Stick!
Thrust growled at the sight of all four of the Autoscum aiming at them, not good…he turned toward his trine mate, "Any ideas?"
A shake of the helm and optics studied the unconscious frames of their comrades, "We need to get Dirge and Blitzwing, Megatron will not be happy if the Decepticons have to rescue more soldiers…"
"Damn…"
They quickly dodged a shower of bullets, as long as they kept moving, they would be harder targets to aim at and none of them were snipers like the grey Praxian and being injured didn't help the ground pounders.
The sirens were getting closer too…
A shot to one of their wings caused both to glare back down at the four, Ramjet hissed at the smirk on the red mech's face, "Alright you little slagger, you're going to pay for that!"
Hound gasped as she watched the Seeker take off toward them, spinning in midair and reflecting their shots, "He's dive-bombing! Move!"
The still floating flier smirked as they dispersed from the attack, not risking the only chance he might get, he headed to his fellow Cons that were down.
Growling, the tracker did a few flips out of the way before the pain from her side shot through her once again and causing her to fall, "Damn it!" She had gotten shot before, her armor usually didn't take that much damage-her armor…frag! Her new frame had a weaker shell, it was why femmes where better at undercover work then on field battles. Small frame, weaker armor that wasn't heavy and allowed her to move better without being held down by the weight…weight that used to be thicker plating that protected her from shots.
Twisting to where she was able to the impact of the Seeker hitting the ground and causing the dirt to fly up, she winced when bits of it went into her wound, she could hear the others coughing from the kicked up dust that was surrounding them and she instantly knew the Cons were going to try to make a break for it.
Apparently she wasn't the only one as to come to this conclusion as Cliffjumper's yell of protest and she guessed what was his random fire flew over her helm in the direction of the flier.
Though she was thankful for the sound of sirens coming closer and could barely make out the flashes in the heavy dust kick up, but she could hear the deep voice of Prime and somewhere lost in the mixture of yells was somebot calling out for her.
She couldn't see much with all the dust getting into her optics and her sense of smell was thrown off by the strong smell of dirt and her own energon that was steadily flowing out of the wound.
"HEY! GUYS!"
"HOUND!"
At least her audios were working just fine, the voice belonged to Breaker, "Over here!"
There was a soft touch to her shoulder and looked up to see the onyx mech bending over her with his shield up around them, "Mutt," he was worried…she could feel that coming off of him, "you're hurt bad, don't move, all those flips you did aggravated the injury…slag…can you feel anything?"
"It's just looks bad…really…it only hurts abit."
A snort, "Always the modest one, you could be missing an arm and consider it a minor injury."
She just laughed as he shook his helm, before proceeding to pick her up, a hiss escaped the fallen femme as he adjusted her in his arms, "Ugh…I hate scenes like this in the movies."
"Yeah…let's just chalk it up to you owing me a cube of high grade, k, mutt?"
She just rolled her optics, glad that the dust was clearing enough to where she could see things, she could barely see the outlines of some of the soldiers, sighing with relief, she laid her helm in the crevice of the larger bot's neck…he didn't seem to mind.
Her lips twitched as she heard the familiar clanks of a wrench across some poor bot's helm and the familiar yell or their CMO, "I don't care how dirty the dust made you, it's not an emergency and no, I don't want your help getting cleaned off later!"
Both of them smirked at each other and spoke at the same time, "Twins."
Yep, sure enough, Ratchet was growling at the two while fixing up Cliffjumper as they approached, her once pure white armor taking on a brown hue from the dust but she was more concerned with getting her patients taken care of. Seeing both Trailbreaker and Hound come up, she instantly ran over and told him to put her down so she could get to work.
"Alright, I'm going to knock you out," she glanced up at the mech, "You look good enough at the moment, it seems that the Seekers were smart enough to call in reinforcements and since it's only a few of us here, I need you to go and make sure I don't get any more patients."
He nodded, gave a quick pat to the green femme's shoulder and took off, happily knowing he just scored some points with the tracker…though really…it had no effect…
Rolling her optics as she watched the mech leave, the medic turned back to her patients, Cliffjumper was taken care of bit Hound was in worse wear, she patted the other femme's shoulder, "Ready to go under, I know how Ops bots can be when forced into recharge."
"I'm good, Rara, I think my systems are slowly putting me under anyway, so a little help wouldn't hurt."
A nod and the healer let a needle extend from her wrist to inject the tracker with, a quick sedative and she could get to work- "Now, lookie what I found."
Ratchet's helm nearly snapped off as she looked over her shoulder, not now! She had patients, couldn't bad luck catch up with her later, putting up a tough face, she hissed at the newcomer, "What are you doing here."
"Oh, just in the neighborhood…thought I just drop by and see what Prime was up to."
She snorted and got up to her pedes, taking a stance against him, it just made the mech smirk and tilted his helm at her, "Poor thing, you really think you can take me? A foolish move for somebot of your intelligence."
"No, but I sure as pit not going down without a fight!"
Megatron just laughed, "I expect nothing less from you."
"Bet you weren't expecting this!"
The warlord barely got to shutter his optics in surprise as kick to the back of his helm sent him stumbling forward, only to receive a punch to his tanks, landing him on his knees and holding his injured frame while growling. He managed to online his optics to see the damn Terror Twins rushing over and ushering the femme to leave…but even he knew she would not leave patients behind.
Standing up, he snarled at the two as the just stepped in front of the medic, he snorted, "Gladiator against gladiators so it seems," he spat energon on the ground that had came up from the low punch, "the difference is, while you were still young to the games, I've had nearly a lifetime twice as long as yours in the pit."
They seemed unfazed as the red one just laughed, "Just makes you old!"
The leader just chuckled, it seemed to wipe the smirks off the duo's faceplates, "It makes me twice the warrior you two will ever be, you don't get to be leader of a whole fragging army without getting your servos dirty and you two," he sneered, "are nothing more then filth I will be washing away later."
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"Oh, no! My Rara senses are tingling!"
First Aid gave the crazed femme a look, "You have Ratchet senses?"
The engineer snorted, "What she can tell when I'm about to blow up but I'm not allowed to tell when she's in trouble? I want to talk to the one who makes up the rules for reality in this place!"
The apprentice just continued to stare, "I think you already broken half the rules for reality…let's not break any others…"
"There's no time for that, Ratchet's in trouble!"
The femme jumped off the medbay berth and made her way to the door, leaving the mech alone as the rest of the Dinobots followed their 'mother', he just sighed, "Why does everyone rush into bad situations…why not just contact Prime instead of running off…it would be easier…"
His logic went unheard…as most logic in the ARK did…
Wheeljack rounded a corner…to run into the frame of Inferno…who was shooting flames out of his nozzle servo, "Cooool…"
He glanced down at her, shuttered his optics, then went back to glare at the escaped Seekers, thankful that Red was still in the monitor room with Slag as protection, they still weren't sure on how the Cons escaped, "Ya will give yourselves up freely or Ah will-"
"Try and look heroic for the camera," Starscream smirked and winked up at one before turning back to the firetruck, "playing the hero are we? That will just get you hurt."
"Eat fire!"
Another burst of flames had the three Seekers dodging in the confined space, it would have been easier if the appearance of the other Dinobots and the sight of flames didn't encourage them, Grimlock took a step next to Inferno and roared, "Me Grimlock, have best flames!"
And he preceded to show them all the 'best flames'…catching the entire hall on fire…Jackie and the rest of her creations cheered…the firefighter…not so much…he just groaned as the familiar pop of Skywarp warping away was heard, "Great…they escaped…"
"No bot beat Grimlock, me best ever!"
The scientist patted her creation, "Aww…he's showing off…Ratch would be so proud!"
The large mech shook his helm, "Ah somehow doubt that…"
"Oh, Primus your right! How can she when she's in trouble! Come on boys, let's go rescue your Momma Rara!", she did a dramatic pose while pointing at the exit…that was just beyond the flames…making them wonder why the Seeker just didn't run out the door or at least warp away to start with…
Inferno shook his helm, "Ya can't get through the fire, not until Ah clear it."
The femme snorted and took off through the flames, "Fool, I'm immortal, fire does nothing to me!"
He just stood there as she ran through it, laughing like the maniac she was, shaking his helm as he noticed he was being commed, :Red?:
:Did Wheeljack just run through flames?:
:Yeah…yeah, she kinda did…:
Silence…
:Why?:
He just shook his helm again and changed the features on his nozzle so he could put out the fire, though with the Dinobots herding through it to catch up with the Lancia, they had done a good job of stomping most of it out, :Just ignore it, any clues on how they got out.:
He could feel her sighing, :No, it seems that someone froze the recording so it would seem no one went up to the interrogation room…I should have picked up on that!:
Foam was starting to cover the walls and he was glad that he didn't have clean up duty today, he frowned at her tone, :Now, Red, don't go beating ya self up, you're the best at what ya do and if it was anybody else, the Seekers would have still been running around if ya didn't notice something was off.:
:…Are you sure?:
:Red, babe, Ah know it and so does everyone else, no bot can ever do what ya can.:
:…Did you just call me babe?:
-TBC-
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I think Megs would have been tougher then what he was in the show, especially with his past it wouldn't have been so easy to take him down and leading a whole army for as long as he has, he wouldn't be that stupid either… It could just be me, but I like my villains insane and smart while being kickaft at it.
I also like stories with Ratch/Megs…I blame the comic…
Then again…I like Ratchet with anyone…he's my fav…I am a shameless Ratchet fangirl who would happily whore him off to any of the mechs…it makes me giggle.
Heh…
And then I pick at the logic in the show…which has so many inconsistencies in it that you can't help but laugh at it. Like how they just up and do something without any real motive behind it, which is an occurring theme in most shows, and when they realize they should have gotten back up or warned someone ahead of time, it's too late and they have a 'should have had a V8 moment.'
Who doesn't love Jackie? Insanity and love all wrapped up in one!
I also like to think that Inferno has double features on that nozzle of his, *heh, double features*, his name is Inferno…flames had to be involved some how.
*Bows politely* Till Next Time!
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