So, we now start to see this story by Scrat's POV. Did'ja seriously think I was goin' ta forget the main character of this fic? n.n
Oh. if someone wants to beta read, I'll be happy. I still have to fix many errors. '
Awakening
Hmm… it feels warm. Rats! I must haven't drank too much water before going to sleep.
Wait a minute… When was the last time I drank water?
I had barely opened my eyes before a terrifying light almost blinded me. My paws moved to shield my eyes, all I could do was wait but then, all of a sudden the light was shadowed by a huge figure before me. And carefully I peeked between my fingers…
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
There that was, that horrible monster in front of me. The last horrible thing I saw upon awakening was that stupid Sid guy, but this… this… What the Nut was this!
The nut...!
My first reaction (the logical one, of course) was to urgently look for my precious nut. Yes, that monster wants Scrat's nut for sure. Why would it capture poor Scrat anyways?
I search everywhere. Terror took over myself as I realized everything was not snow… it was cold like snow, but hard and shiny. Where am I! No… I can't think of that right now, not when my nut's been kidnapped by a white monster!
In a dash, I stood and went down the –rock?- shiny thing where I was trapped… What if that monster wants Scrat in Nut sauce for dinner?
That gigantic monster's still behind me, it's bawling stuff I can't comprehend, perhaps it is mad at me…Now I'm sure it wants to eat me! It howls like a tiger!
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
NOOOO! I HAVE A VERY BAD TASTE… There's never been an animal wishing to eat Scrat before. Why so right now? What happened to the world?
I'm snuffling the air as I run, finally I've found my nut all alone and lost amid tons of junk and ugly stuff. What an abuse! I turn sharply toward my nut, barely having time to grab it before starting to run once again.
Oh, no! A wall… I turn my head to see the monster. It's over me!
Wheeljack had no time to react when the prehistoric squirrel dashed away down the work table. Now that he managed to corner it on a far angle of the lab, the squirrel watched him, eyes full of terror and hiding its nut, yelling and squeaking as if he were already squishing it on his hand.
"Listen, my furry friend. I do not want your nut." Wheeljack repeated in as many dialects as he knew trying in vain to make Scrat shut up. Thinking that it had no escape anyway, Wheeljack kneeled down and reached for his specimen. Scrat looked at the hand as it closed the distance between them, then gazed at his owner.
To Wheeljack, it seemed as if the expression in the squirrel's eyes have changed, courage glazed in them. It took Scrat only three jumps to reach the top of Wheeljack's arm. He was now eye-to-optic with him and then all Wheeljack could see was white light. Scrat had thrown a metal slate right between his optics, taking him off-guard and making him fall flat on the ground with a loud thud. Scrat looked down at him, as if casting a triumphant smile and left the lab.
After a couple of minutes, Wheeljack got to his feet and went to the computer. Scrat wasn't too big, even if it ran amazingly fast it won't be able to sort all of the Ark's intricate passages and traps. He opened a comm channel with the Ark's security center.
"Red Alert here. What seems to be the problem, Wheeljack?" The Security Officer inquired with a subtle tune of worry.
"We've got a little situation. My newest specimen is in the run. I suggest you to close any possible route of escape."
"What are you talking me about?"
"It's a long story. Please, just do it. It's really small. I don't think it can do any damage, at least not as much as it may inflict on itself."
He saw Red Alert's optics flicker through the screen. "Sure… if you say so…" The comm. channel was then closed.
Wheeljack watched the now empty screen. I wonder if I did the right thing by telling Red Alert.
For the white and red Lamborghini everything that came out of the white Lancia's lab that didn't happen to be any of the Transformers he arrived to Earth with, was unsafe and of course, dangerous. No matter what Wheeljack said, small or not. It surely was something with teeth… or laser cannons… or both… Without thinking twice, Red Alert gave the alarm. Red-Code alarm.
The sirens echoed through the Ark as though Devastator was throwing an all-out attack upon it.
Red lights bathe the halls and corridors at an insistent pace, unnerving the already loose nerves of our ice age rat. Scrat ran from here to there, looking for a sign of salvation. If only he could find an exit.
Now what? Seems like all monsters in this cave are hunting me down! I must get outta here!
Without noticing, Scrat was arriving to what the Autobots liked to call 'The Gate of Doom' or the entrance to the Dinobot quarters.
The heavy metal door slid open, Scrat stood as hard as a rock astonished before what the open gate revealed. His nose, tail and ears falling. A group of five ferocious dinosaurs were standing in front of him. Scrat heard about reptiles like these and even had the chance to see their fossilized bones (mainly claws and teeth) in the many caves he had been before in the ice age.
A tic in his left eye denounced his fear as he felt the ground warm and humid beneath… Crap!
Snarl looked down at the squirrel, their eyes locked. "Snarl… found food!" He growled.
Grimlock slapped him in the muzzle. "Me Grimlock leader of Dinobots! Grimlock eats rat!" The Rex howled.
Now he had understood what they said.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Scrat screeched in fore agony. He was sure this dinosaurs would do the impossible to eat him. Scrat backed slowly before skidding back from where he had come in a frantic race to save his life. The five robot dinosaurs menacingly close.
In the heat of the moment, Scrat's nut flew and clog to Slag's mitt. Scrat, over his fear knew he had to save his nut. But with a tyrannosaurus claiming for his tail his rescue mission would have to wait a little longer.
In a swift, Scrat recognized a scrape in a wall, large enough for him to go through. They can't be so stupid to try and follow me here… Scrat slid inside it just in time.
Grimlock scratched the wall with it's claw before deciding to do something drastic…
"What is all this mayhem about?" Asked Prime at his troops gathered in the control room. The scandal in the hallways was too much for him to ignore, as much as he was used to his soldiers' constant upheavals.
"Red Alert has given the Code-Red 01 alarm in the base." Murmured Sideswipe as he covered his audios. "I hope it doesn't have something to do with 'Jack" The other Autobots started talking at the same time, making comments about the scientist.
"Silence!" Ironhide commanded, raising a hand. "Did you hear that?" The Autobots remain shut, a loud murmur could be heard, as if Mt. Hillary was about to explode… no, more like an stampede.
The murmur grew louder as it approached the control room and then...
BOOOM!
A powerful detonation blew the whole right wall of the room and among the resulting dirt and falling rocks arose the figures of five enraged Dinobots, lead by a howling, and hungry Grimlock.
The stunned Autobots stared at the scene, their logic chips trying to grasp what was going on: Grimlock roared as he tried in vain to take the furred animal off of his muzzle. The other Dinobots attempting to help, only making things worse. Sludge knocked Grimlock in a sincere attempt of helping. Scart managed to escape before Sludge's tail squashed him, Grimlock was knocked out and fell face-first to the ground. Poor Sludge, better for him if Grimlock didn't remember what happened when he woke.
Scrat then located Slag and darted towards him.
The triceratops, showing an unexpected cowardice for a Dinobot rose his fore legs as if he was an scared horse before a rattlesnake falling backwards as he lost balance. The force of the clout combined with his own weight causedthe platingof his neck to broke. Scrat jumped and clutched his claws and teeth to Slag's left mitt and with surprising dexterity for an organic seized his nut and leap again to fall twenty meters away from the scared Dinobot. Scart thought he finally made itwhen Swoop held him from the rail, lifting him in the air.
Scrat let go of his nut again.
Prime, shocked as he was, had watched the ridiculous scene without reaction until his cerebro-circuitry rearranged what had just happened and with a firm, loud voice he commanded his soldiers to stop the Dinobots immediately before they inflicted damage to Teletraan-1 and to look for Wheejack.
When Wheeljack arrived he found a triceratops and a tyrannosaurus passed out in the floor. Sludge and Snarl tied like cows in a rodeo and Swoop standing over Teletraan-1 throwing bites at the Autobots who tried to get near him. Finally, Wheeljack zoomed to Swoop's legs and found the specimen he had been looking for all day.
"In the name of Primus. Do you know what is this all about Wheeljack?" Prime's voice demanded clear, concise answers, no the less. The scientist sighed with a nod. "Affirmative, Prime. What Swoop's grabbed on his claws is the specimen that just escaped my lab."
"So you're telling me you begun yet another experiment without my authorization? Where did you pick that creature?" At these heights Prime's temper made Prowl's look like that of a sweet grandma. Jazz and Tracks agreed it was about time to interfere before Wheeljack was sent back to Cybertron in the next Energon shipment from the Decepticons. "With all due respect, Prime. It was us who bought that thing from our last patrol roll." Said Tracks softly.
"We didn't expect it to cause so much trouble" Murmured Jazz, rubbing the back of his head.
Prime stroke the middle of his temples, lowering his head as he felt it had start to hurt. "I'm afraid you two will be relieved from your duties for now. However, with all this damage so recklessly inflicted to the Ark I can't afford to lessen my troops. So feel content you won't be locked in the brig." Prime looked around, fixing his optics in the two sports cars and mad scientist. "But instead, you'll have to clean all this mess and repair the walls. By hand."
"WHAT! It will take us another million years to repair the damage!"
"Can't you reconsider it Prime?"
"What about my works in the lab?"
Prime observed them one by one. "Since your improvements to our weapons are greatly useful Wheeljack. You are not to stop your works, but will get a strict schedule to follow. They will help you in the lab whenever they have some free time. That's enough." Optimus turned on his heels and rolled out of the base, nearly crushing Scart's nut. Instead, the force of the edge of the wheel sent the nut flying out of the control room and into the north hall.
Scrat watched helpless as his nut disappeared as the gate closed behind Prime. He tried once again to free himself from Swoop. Luckily for him, Wheeljack threw a rock to the Dinobot's head to make him lose his grasp on Scrat. However, once the squirrel found himself free he ran at full speed toward the gate and to his nut, leaving the room…
and the Ark as well…
The poor three Autobots seemed to faint.
It was going to be a long, long ride.
