Issues

It was late in the year 2004 when the Decepticons managed to oust the last remaining Autobots from Cybertron. Autobot City was still under construction and not yet habitable, so the Autobot refugees had been brought to the Ark.

Optimus Prime was in the control room briefing Ultra Magnus on personnel and operating procedures when a sharp detonation echoed down the hall, followed by some fairly graphic threats and two distinct maniacal cackles.

"What was that!" Ultra Magnus demanded.
"Sideswipe and Sunstreaker I believe." Prowl observed, head cocked to one side as he listened. "And only Ratchet can yell like that."
"Man," Jazz drawled, "Those two have some serious thrill issues if they're willing to take on ol' Ratch for this long."

Wheeljack noticed Ultra Magnus' quizzical expression and tried to explain further. "Jazz here is our special ops officer and he pulls all kinds of crazy stunts; so if he says you've got thrill issues…"
"You got issues." Ironhide interrupted.

The rest of the Autobots present broke out into laughter at that statement, but Ultra Magnus was still confused.

"I still don't understand the situation." He appealed to Optimus. "Why is taking on Ratchet such a big deal? And why are they doing it anyway?"

Prime grinned behind his mask at the bigger 'bot's confusion. "Because the Decepticons have all left for Cybertron, the twins were getting bored. Their idea of entertainment usually consists of either fighting or pulling pranks. Since they can't fight Decepticons at the moment…"

"They've been terrorising Ratchet ever since." Jazz broke in. He grinned up at Ultra Magnus. "Trust me Mags, you do not mess with the Ratch-man. Not unless you're willing to run a very big risk."

"How big?" The question slipped from the blue and white mech's lips just as a yelp of terror and the roars of two sports car engines reached their audios. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

"Faster Sideswipe! He's gaining on us!" Sunstreaker's panicked voice could be heard as the yellow Lamborghini zipped past the entrance to the control room.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" Sideswipe yelled back, his tyres screeching and smoking as he fled. An incoherently yelling ambulance quickly followed the retreating red car. A squeal of brakes and the slam of a door ushered in a near deathly silence.

Jazz turned to face Ultra Magnus. "That answer your question?"