The Moment Before Disaster…
Knockout knew that ladder was gonna bring him some serious troubles. He had known he had made a big mistake the moment his servos had stopped touching it. It was only matter of clicks before he found out he had screwed it up… Really screwed it up…
Disclaimer - I don't own Transformers Prime, which is property of its rightful owner.
The Moment Before Disaster… by Skyhope.021
Part 11 of Dangerous Ride Series
26~06~2022
*Reeeeaallyyy long sigh* Alright, this six months have been truly chaotic. I really could use some sleep, but for the first time in forever, I finally got a break to open the Word processor, so I naturally didn't want to lose the chance to get down on the keyboard. It's been way too long for my taste without fully submerging into any story!
I decided to warm up writing a short story, before continuing with other works in progress, and this idea just came up out of nowhere.
Hope you like it!
Enjoy!
The Moment Before Disaster…
1
"Ratchet, what's wrong with the temperature here?" Jack said between ragged breaths, struggling to take his hoodie off. "I don't recall the base being so hot!"
"What you mean?" The old Autobot inquired, diverting his gaze from the screen to look at the boy in a yellow T-shirt and some short jeans. "I'm not registering any unusual parameter in the base's conditions." He added, making a quick search on the database.
"If you ask me, it feels like the desert has entered in…" The dark haired boy leaned onto the handrail, trying to find the slightest cool spot left to refrigerate.
"The thermometer here says we are at 95ºF." Rafael informed, signaling at the analogical red device hanging on the wall, next to the tv. He was also wearing a summer outfit, though, since the clothes were his elder siblings' hand-me-downs, he still felt like he had way to much fabric leftover. "Maybe the ventilation system has a failure, and because of it, the outside heat is coming inside."
"Let me check it up." The old medic became focused.
The cybertronian turned around to fix his gaze on the ventilation duct he had right in front of him. He hummed and walked up to it. He took his time to revise it, making sure he wasn't overlooking anything, but, after some long breems working on it, he found nothing at all.
"I don't see any problem here." Ratchet declared, facing the kids again. "This one is working just fine."
"And what about those up there?" The youngest one pointed up to a pair of vents some feet higher on the wall. The medic followed his finger and a frown appeared on his face.
"Hmm… Too high." He shook his helm. "I'm afraid without assistance, it will become a real challenge for me to…"
The sound of a horn got the three of them gazing at the tunnel connecting their base with the outer world. Not a moment later, a crimson sports car covered in gradient decals made his grand entrance into the hall. With a graceful maneuver, he finally came to a stop over the logo, his powerful engine roaring loudly. That got the white and orange medic shaking his helm in disapproval.
The noise ceased, setting the place at ease, and the passenger's door opened smoothly. The young Wrecker, dressed in a plain blue summer dress, descended, enthusiastically laughing.
"Woo! That was epic, Doc Knock!" Miko shouted, animately. "You've surpassed yourself!"
"What else did you expect from me, Archnemesis?" He egotistically inquired, puffing himself in pride. At the result of it, his chassis rose from ground level for a slit second due to his heigh adjustable suspension.
Miko rested both her forearms over the window frame and looked at the boys, widely smiling.
"What's up?" She joyfully greeted, before turning to the old medic. "Hi, Ratchet!" She received a short nod from him.
"Hey, Miko." Jack greeted back. "You know, we might be having a problem with air conditioning here." He put her to the known, wilted.
"Yeah, I noticed the hall feels like a sauna. I'm already sweating." She immediately pointed out. "But I do have a solution for that." Her eyes glinted bright, leaving the boys wondering what had just come to her mind.
"And why is it that I don't like how that sounds?" The crimson mech distrustful asked. He never received an answer.
The young Wrecker gabbed a hold onto the sports car's inner door handle and nimbly sat back in, pulling the door close right behind her. She made herself comfortable at the passenger's seats once again, and, placing both hands at her nape, she looked happily at the steering wheel.
"Alright, Doc Knock, hit your air con up!"
"What!?" He exclaimed in bewilderment.
The following thing Miko noticed were the plates unlocking from their place around her as the mech stood up. It lasted short, but soon found herself in the giant servo of the former Decepticon. He immediately left her on the platform, and tended her her guitar case. He took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest, defiantly raising his helm.
"Archnemesis!" The young Wrecker complained. "It's really hot in here! We are gonna melt down!"
"Nope." He immediately denied, shaking his helm determinately. "I'm not getting covered in that skin secretion you call sweat." He remarked disgusted, signaling down at her, before shrugging and gesturing around. "Anyway, I haven't seen any fleshie melting at slightly high temperatures yet, so you'll be just fine."
"Knockout." The old medic called out, getting the younger mech's attention. "Now you're here, I want you to help me check the vents up there." He instructed on his own language, walking up to him.
"And how are we supposed to do that?" The crimson medic wondered with his arms still crossed, tapping his chin with a sharp digit. "No offense intended, but how do you plan on getting up that high? You and I are far from holding the-tallest-cybertronians-in-the-base tittle, and none Optimus nor Magnus happen to be around here…" He sarcastically added, side looking at his colleague as he waved a servo.
"But we do have a heavy ladder in the storage." Ratchet replied, beginning to walk towards the corridor. "You will help me carrying it here." He stated over his shoulder.
Knockout huffed in disagreement, but rolling his optics, he finally set in motion after the older medic.
