Chapter 12
Long A/N:
First I would like to introduce my wonderful new co-author: Silver-ShadowSpark!!!!
She's going to keep me in line and stop me from stomping all over of Ironhide's personality. No matter how funny he is while on Crack... or something.
For those of you who are like 'WTFM8?!' at my Ironhide; ... I'M SORREH! -flaildropsobwhimper- But I can't have comedy if they're both serious and reserved. I can't keep my stories serious, I always have to work in humor.
BUT NOT TO WORRY! The funny is coming to an end. And he shall be back to his usual Decepticon-hating, gruff greeting ways. Because a story full of nothing but random dies. It needs variety.
For those of you who are sad to see my slightly cracked-out Ironhide go... um... XD Thanks for liking him and not thinking oddly of me.
:3 Kudos to those who went out of their ways to contact me outside of reviews. (RedRequim and Zatnik; thank you for helping out as much as possible with TC and Skywarp's personality quirks.)
X.X damn you random person that had put the thought of slash in my mind because I haven't been able to get rid of it.
And the big one:
MY PLOT HOLES (which were revealed by Yasei Raiden, and Fire From Above no matter how hard I tried to hide them under the rug and forget about them)
Fire:
Yes, technically going by the Movie-verse, Starscream is bigger than ALL of the Autobots since he is a jet. But if I made Ironhide short, AND still being miffed at Starscream, it would make him feel more like an angry short person to me. Plus I think it's kind of wierd if the captive-persons is bigger than his captors. By... a lot. So I tried to slip in and make you all believe they are the same size or so. And its hard for the movie-verse Transformers to make expressions... with their... lack of faces. I'm trying to gravitate to the cartoon-versions of them. They're slowly morphing shape! Oh noes! Um... I have no idea how to fix this in short. Which is why it was hidden under a rug and never spoken of...
For those of you who really don't give a hoot about this plot hole, kudos to you, because I've been trying to pretend it doesn't exist. -sweatdrop-
Yasei:
As for Ironhide's extreme personality malfunction... um... It wouldn't be funny without it...? -shame- The best I can come up with is when you're around a really quiet person, you become loud in order to balance stuff out. Or when you're around a really grumpy person, you become hyper to balance the situation out. I do believe I am bullshitting myself here. As for the Lambo twins, I had no idea about their car model, and your suggestion shall be put into play. o.o Sorreh about the mistake.
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"... What are you two doing back in here?" Ratchet asked as Starscream and Ironhide both walked into the medical bay. Both of them were skulking, Ironhide because he'd pretty much lost since he had been pinned when Optimus came in and told the both of them to stop. Starscream was unhappy because he had to go to the medical bay. AGAIN. And the news about the twin Autobots arriving hadn't helped his mood.
"It's just some dents and crushed hydrolics. I can fix them myself." Starscream stated, walking to the medical table. Of course, Ratchet wouldn't let that happen.
"You're not allowed to have medical tools to repair yourself." He might re-activate his weapons systems.
"Fine." He grumbled. Ironhide took a seat on a medical table while Ratchet took up the appropriate tools and approached the both of them. They recieved a sharp 'twap' on the head.
"Ow!"
"Hey-!"
"I do NOT want to see you two back in here because of some stupid shinanigans. You got that?" The tool was pointed menacingly at both of their faces. He recieved slightly timid nods of confirmation. "Good. Now hold still."
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It was tea-time. And Big-Ben's small hand moved to the 4 O'clock position, starting a series of 'bongs' to signal that it was indeed four O'clock. The large clock tower didn't reach the fourth and final 'bong' before a flaming object yeilding from outer space crashed through it. The object had a twin that traveled slightly behind it, both landing in a blessedly vacant lot and building. Tea-time was foiled for many a British person, and there was burning and rubble in the general vicinity of the area. The fact it was in the middle of the day probably wouldn't help the two newly-landed Autobots to camoflage.
"Ugh… there's a lot of… stuff… in the way…" A brick from the now unstable building landed on the head of a newly emerged Autobot, "Gah!" Just looking at all the scuffs and scratches on his pristine silver body made him angry.
"Sunny, we're in daylight. We need to camoflage as fast as possible." He looked back to see a gaggle of reasonably sized metal machines and humans stopping and approaching them. Moving quickly, he jumped nimbly and rolled through to the other side of the smashed building, his brother following. Normally they were too big to be noticed (at night) but during the day, seeing a giant robot trying to sneak around on tip-toes was nothing short of… odd. And hilarious to those that weren't paralyzed with shock, which was few.
The first two objects they came upon were scanned, bodies modifying and folding infront of many civilian eyes to a red and yellow Laborghini. Both newly formed cars took off immediately down the street and turned a corner to get away from the action scene as fast as possible. They sent out a radio communiation signal on the Autobot wavelength.
"Autobots Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. Landing successful and camoflauge achieved." They were surprised to hear a completely unfamiliar voice answer them.
"You guys landed on a different CONTINENT! And in the middle of the day! Now we have to haul your asses back over here." Both cars pulled into an inconspicous and shaded parking area where other cars lacked drivers.
"Who are we speaking with?"
"Yeah, you're not Optimus."
"This is General O'neil of the United States Air Force. I've spoken with Optimus myself and promised to deliver you guys to their new base of operations. It's going to be a while until we get over the Atlantic, so the two of you stay out of trouble for a few hours. Got it?"
"Roger."
"I think we're already in trouble…"
"What? What could you have possibly done in three minutes?" General O'neil's voice sounded urgent and stressed.
"Well… you see, there was this large structure we crashed through on impact…"
"Which large structure?"
"Hold on, I'm researching it…"
"This really tall thing with circles on it."
"I do believe it falls into the category of a 'clock tower'." There was radio silence to see if the communications got through.
"… YOU CRASHED THROUGH BIG-BEN?!"
"Sides did it."
"Hey!"
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After repairing the small ammount of strained gears, stripped bolts, and crushed hydrolics, Ratchet was ready to shoo the both of them out of his medical bay. But Starscream insisted on a check up of Ironhide's mainframe.
"What for?"
"He's been acting like an immature sparkling, that's what!"
"Have not!" Starscream turned around and pointed a finger in his face.
"Yes, you have! Either your time on this inferior planet has dulled your common sense, or you've been damaged." Ratchet sighed as it looked like the other two would start another fight right in the middle of his medical bay, which was unacceptable.
"You're just a stick in the mud is all, there's nothing wrong with me!" Starscream was suddenly struck with genius.
"Ratchet, if there IS something wrong with Ironhide's mainframe and you fix it, the chances of our visits to the medical bay decreasing are at 38." Now THAT was something the medic would listen to.
"On the table Ironhide."
"What?! You can't just listen to him like that!"
"I can. Doctors orders; get on the table and lay down or I'll have Starscream and Optimus hold you down." Ironhide uneasily got onto the table, glancing at Ratchet.
"… Don't do anything to mess with me, alright?"
"We'll see."
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"… Hey, Sunny?"
"What is it, Sides?" The both of them had decided to try and stay out of trouble by remaining in the parking lot, but were getting bored fairly quickly. They failed to notice the green stip along the curb that said '30 minute parking'.
"What do you suppose happened in the final bout for the All Spark?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Well… I dunno."
"Shh! Someone is approaching." It had been a grand total of three hours, and a human had come by once to smack all of the cars in the parking lot on the tires with some small ball that left a chalk mark on them abour half an hour ago. That person was back. Both Autobots fell silent as they were approached, the human standing infront of them was writing something on a pad. After a moment, the paper was torn off and placed on Sideswipe's windshield. Another was placed on Sunstreaker's. And then the person left.
"… What do you think that was about?" Sunny asked.
"I dunno, I can't see what they wrote."
"Hold on." An optic extended from the front headlights to swivel around and read the paper stuck under his windshield wipers, then his brother's. It took a moment of searching the wireless web they had discovered in order to understand human writing. "… It says 'parking ticket'."
"'Parking Ticket'? Do you think that's a good thing?"
"Lemme see…" Sunstreaker did another search, "… Apparently tickets are used to gain access to events. Like… a 'baseball game' or 'movie' or 'carnival'." The optic retracted back into place.
"… That's odd. Why do you think they just gave us one?"
"Because we're awesome like that?"
"But aren't we 'parking' right now?"
"… Hmh."
"… Humans are weird."
"Yeah…"
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"… Ironhide." The Autobot called upon tilted his head up slightly to look at Ratchet, who was checking his mainframe.
"Yeah?"
"… Have you been making unauthorized modifications to your targeting and weapons activation systems?" Starscream had taken a seat in a large chair to wait for the examination's results, redoing his report that had been terminated by a large Autobot foot earlier today.
"Yeah?" Ratchet stomped a foot in fustration, rolling his optics.
"Your mainframe and motherboard only have so much space available. You've been deleting functions and safety walls to fit in your upgrades." Starscream looked up.
"… You've been messing with your settings?" Well now THAT made sense. Ironhide put out the best and only excuse he had.
"We don't know when we may be attacked, so I wanted to be extra prepared."
"You mean you were BORED and decided to mess with your own programming!" Starscream sneered. Ironhide glared at him.
"Shaddup, you."
"No."
"Then I'll make you shut up!"
"IRONHIDE." The Autobot was paused half-way sitting up by the medic's command. Starscream went back to redoing his report. Ratchet pulled Ironhide back down to the table and bonked him on the head with a tool.
"Hey!"
"This is going to take a while."
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OH-HAH. THE SOLUTION TO THE PLOTHOLE.
