Transformers Maximal Revolution
Chapter 11
After Optimus and Destiny left the base the Autobot's and Predacons kind of wandered from each other, without those two the two groups stayed with their own. . . some of them at least.
"Don't touch that," Ratchet snapped without turning. The smallest Predacon quickly withdrew his servo for the tool he tried to grab, Chibi gave a annoyed pout at the medics back and tried to reach for another tool. "Or that. And not that. Don't even think about it." Frustrated the little mech huffed in defeat and sat on the ground crossing his arms sulking. Ratchet ignored him, he had work to do after all not sparkling sit.
At least there were no fights going on. At one side of the base Bumblebee, Arcee, Bulkhead and Smokescreen were huddled together talking. At the other Skydart, Light Flare and Kitsune were having their own discussion, and from the way they were waving their arms it appeared to be an argument. Luckily Ultra Magnus was keeping an eye on them. From the look of things it seemed to be mainly between Kitsune and Skydart, Ratchet wasn't sure where Swift Claw and Trickster had disappeared to.
A wire in the console started shooting sparks caught Ratchet's attention, after examining it he turned to grab a tool. . . and almost jumped to find Chibi standing right behind him with the tool he needed in his servos that he held towards the medic. Ratchet stared, "What? How-"
"It's the one you wanted," the little Predacon answered matter-of-factly. Shacking off his surprise Ratchet took the tool and Chibi walked away. Bemused Ratchet stared at the tool a minute then watched Chibi as he started following Ultra Magnus around.
"I'm just saying maybe we shouldn't jump to conclusions," Light Flare tried to calm an increasingly angered Kitsune. "We haven't even heard the Decepticons side of the story-"
"They were firing at us! I don't think I care about their opinion to much!" Kitsune had turned at the phoenix with a snarl ignoring the growl coming from Skydart.
The brightly colored femme shifted from ped to ped, "Well, it's just Skydart thinks-"
"How about this, make up your 'own mind'!" Kitsune snarled before walking away. Skydart glared at her back while Light Flare looked down but Kitsune didn't pay them anymore attention. She walked pass the Autobots with a huff glad none of them tried to stop her. They wanted to give her a wide space. . . well most of them.
"Hey," a familiar voice greeted her.
She turned to find Wheeljack leaning against the wall. "What do you want?"
The smirk never left his face, "Can't a bot say hi."
"Well, you said it."
"Just trying to be friendly seeing as were going to be spending time together."
"Ha! Like I'd want to spend time with you."
Wheeljack didn't seem fazed. "You really think you can resist this," he said gesturing to himself. At her bemused look he pushed away from the wall and winked at her, "Be seeing you around Foxy." He walked away leaving a very surprised and confused femme.
"So what are we suppose to do?" Arcee asked. She was standing with Bumblebee, Bulkhead and Smokescreen having their own discussion about the turn of events. Wheeljack had wandered off, Arcee had a good idea where. Everyone had noticed he was eyeing a certain yellow and purple femme, she couldn't wait to see how that would work out.
"Well, it's a good thing. . . isn't it?" Bulkhead tried. On one hand reinforcements were always a good thing, even with the depletions in their numbers the Decepticons still outnumbered them. On the other. . .
"We don't even know if they're staying," Smokescreen said.
[Which is the main concern] Bumblebee spoke up.
"The real question is do we want them to," Arcee almost snapped.
The others turned to her. "Look I know we didn't start off on the best of terms," Bulkhead started, "But they don't seem like bad bots."
"It's not that. It's just. . . do we really need this right now? We know the Decepticons are up to something."
"When aren't they," the green Wrecker muttered.
"Well, what are we suppose to do about them?" Smokescreen asked.
[Exactly what we're doing] Everyone turned to Bumblebee who gave them a determine look. [They need help and as Autobots we need to help them.]
"Bee I know," Arcee said, "But-"
[No. Arcee I know how much we went through lately but that's why we need to help. The Decepticons will hunt them down.] Everyone knew that was true. [Optimus is doing his part now we need to do ours] Bumblebee declared.
Everyone was silent until Smokescreen cheered, "Yeah!. . . Um, how?"
"I guess make them feel welcome," Bulkhead answered.
"I can do that," Smokescreen declared before suddenly moving next to Light Flare startling her. The young mech gave her a grin, "I was wondering can I show you around?" He didn't noticed Skydart glare at him.
"Um-" The colorful femme said slightly dazed.
Suddenly Skydart moved with his wing striking Smokescreen in the face knocking him aside. "HEY!"
"Oh, so sorry," the taller blue armored mech said mockingly. He threw an arm around Light Flare's shoulders and lead her away thought he looked back with a glare at the blue, yellow and white Autobot and moved his wing to block Light Flare from Smokescreen's sight.
Grumbling Smokescreen rejoined the others.
"That went well," Bulkhead said.
"Nice one Romeo," Arcee snickered.
"Hey, it was worth a try!" Smokey snapped.
"Uh huh," Bulkhead muttered.
"I was just trying to be friendly"
Before anyone could argue further they became aware of laughter, looking up they spotted Trickster in the rafters above them. How he didn't make any noise crawling around up there was beyond them.
"HEY!" Arcee cried.
The red and gold mech tried to move but lost his grip and promptly fell in the center of the group causing the Autobots to jump back in surprise. With barely a groan Trickster jumped up just as quickly startling the Autobots while declaring, "Perfect landing!"
Stunned for a moment Arcee shook it off and glared at the Predacon, "Were you spying on us?!"
Far from worried Trickster just grinned and shrugged, "Isn't it only spying if you have something interesting to say."
The blue femme found herself at a loss for words.
Umm. . ." was Bulkhead's only answer.
[Did you want something?] Bumblebee asked.
The Triple Changer shook his head, "Nope, just looking around."
"In the 'rafters'?" Arcee snapped.
"Hey! I don't question your life choices." Before anyone could rebuke Trickster started backing away walking backwards and pointed at them, "See you lat-ER!" His dramatic pose was interrupted when he trip over some crates. Before the others could move Trickster jumped up and quickly resumed his pose walking out of the building.
Smokescreen couldn't hold his laughter in, "You got to admit this is goanna to be interesting."
Ratchet had tried to go back to work, he was almost finished with the console and didn't notice when Fowler approached, "Uh, Ratchet there's an incident outside you might want to be aware of." The medic gave him a questioning look but Fowler just gestured for him to come outside.
With a grumble Ratchet followed him. "What's so important that- BY THE VAULTED HEIGHTS!" There Swift Claw laid in beastmode near the base entrance chewing and kneading one of the base's jeeps.
Ratchet stood there stunned as the catformer continued unbothered by his outburst. Suddenly his comm. signaled an incoming call. :Ratchet, I need a GroundBridge: Optimus commed.
Glad for the distraction Ratchet hurried to the controls, let them sort this all out he thought. Ratchet started it up and turned towards the vortex where he was meet with the sight of Optimus carrying an injured Destiny in his arms, one of her wings dragged on the ground.
"WHAT HAPPENED!"
