Chapter 8
Thundercracker was now the center of every seeker's ire.
Out of the two trines, they often agreed the light blue jet to be the most level-headed. Too bad he pissed the carrier off and each and every one of the other fliers had heard the minibot's shouting.
How was he supposed to know that Gears would have a stronger reaction to a Decepticon opening his spark chamber than the discovery of a newspark?
The only thing that manages to stop the other seekers from giving Thundercracker a processor ache is the sudden sound of a few (almost panicked) knocks coming from their guest's room. Every mech freezes unsure as to what they should do.
It's Ramjet that finally works up the nerve to open the door. Of course it is (he's never been one to stop and think about the consequences first).
Thundercracker half expects the minibot to run out yelling and attacking any mech in his sight.
As soon as the door is open, Gears steps out and looks around the group of towering fliers. His wandering optics eventually settle on Starscream.
"You have to let me speak to Ratchet." He says in a wavering tone that doesn't seem to fit the usually rough mini. "Just give me two minutes… please."
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Their next transmission is scheduled for tomorrow, meaning when Ironhide accepts the incoming transmission he's expecting a Decepticon officer. When Teletran 1's main monitor reveals none other than Gears, the weapons specialist reboots his optics twice.
His first thought is that this must be a decoy, but no.
The displayed minibot's scowl only deepens at the other mech's antics.
"Is Ratchet with you?" Gears asks impatiently.
Ironhide shakes his head, "No, he's in-"
"Nevermind then! Teletran-1 better be recording this." The mini bot grumbles, and several snickers can be heard from out of the displays line of sight.
So this transmission is being monitored too, huh? A bummer cause the Autobot officer would be giving the mini a well practiced speech on respecting his elders, but Ironhide doesn't feel comfortable doing so without knowing who else was listening in. Instead he scowls right back.
The display shakes as the minibot shifts around eventually shoving the device he's using for the transmission at some other mech present, telling the unseen con to make himself useful. Thick digits can be seen briefly before the display stops moving and settles on Gears with a data pad.
The red and blue mech faces the pad to Ironhide for a moment… then scrolls down before the he can make sense of it's contents.
"Slow down why don't ya!" The larger bot demands, but after only a brief pause, Gears scrolls down again.
"I don't have time." The mini huffs, scrolling on last time before setting the data pad down. "If Teletran is recording, then it's fine. This information needs to get to Ratchet before the next scheduled transmission. Tell him I want my next call to just be between the two of us. It's urgent."
Before Ironhide can get a final word in, the screen goes blank.