What a S-mess-screen!
Someone in Team Prime had decided to get rather comfortable in the chaos of the entropy.
Disclaimer - I don't own Transformers Prime, which is property of its rightful owner.
What a S-mess-screen! by Skyhope.021
Part 5 of the Dangerous Ride Series
10~07~2020
I was doing spring cleaning when this came to my mind. I kinda felt like Ratchet while hurrying to get to my work table to get this written down (you will understand it once you get to Ratchet's part). I came out unscathed though!
Hope you like it, and Enjoy!
PD: I would strongly suggest to move out of Smokescreen's way. He's up to something and not afraid of carrying out...
PPD: Did I say Smokescreen? Maybe I intended to say the rest of the Team...
What a S-mess-screen!
Part 1
He had gone to berth few breems ago, and he was already drifting into recharge. Little by little all his systems started to shut down, leaving only main functions online, as his mind started to drift into dreams, really pleasant dreams.
The scout was back on cybertron, back home, having fun on his own, when suddenly...Clank!
He heard a loud noice which made him open his optics briskly, he heard a mumble of some sort, but never understood it, since he was still in recharge mode. He shut his optics closed and drifted back to his memories.
When he finally woke up, Bumblebee yawned, stretching himself after his eight jours recharge. He was happy, after all, he had managed to recharge like when he was a sparkling, and that felt great. He recalled something had happened during his recharge but he didn't know what. Anyway, he didn't mind. If it had been important, they would have woken him up.
'Bee sat up from berth ready to have some energon. The room was dark and he hadn't switched on his headlights, but why did he need them anywaaaaaay...? Thud!
He found himself spread flat on the ground, as he had toppled over something. He just scanned the room looking for his roommate, this time headlights on.
*Smokey?*
Bulkhead was focused on his data pad as he was going over the inform of the last mission, in order to keep up with the battles outcome and track down the advances made. He was looking forward to rinse himself after the day he had spent with Miko, what meant he was all covered in sand and dust.
The green mech was walking into the stance when he slipped at the entrance of the wash racks, losing his peding and hitting the ground backwards, forcefully. He groaned as it took him a click to process what had just happened. The Wrecker looked at his side and saw the sponge laying there by his side. He sighed.
"Smokescreen."
He was late, he knew it, but he had to take care of his finish, to look his best was a matter of life or death. The young medic hurried to reach the place where he had been supposed to be a human hour ago, the Med Bay. Since he had joined, and allowed to move around the base, Ratchet and himself had decided to take turns at the infirmary to attend mild cases, so at least there would be an available medic at any time.
Fortunately, there wouldn't be any cases, he hoped, so no one would have noticed his absence... Well, except for Ratchet, but he would get away by coming up with a credible fib. He smirked, knowing there would be no work at all to do, so he could spend time searching for racing stuff and luxury cars with no one around to bother him.
Knockout walked by the Med Bay's windows, not really looking through it and tapped the panel next to the door to get it opened. His grin immediately disappeared as his mouth opened agape, raising an opticbrow up first in bewilderment, and then frowning, lips tight in a line. The whole room was a mess, as he found his tools all over the floor scattered, with weldering patches over the storages, even some stack on the ceiling. He closed his optics, trying to keep calm. He simply exvented, letting go all his anger before he got to work.
"Smokescreeeeen..."
The commander walked to the training room, ready for a simulation battle. She was holding the highest punctuation, and she was proud of it, as no one had managed to win her yet. It had taken her two human years to get such rank, and she would definitely get mad if someone erased it, even by mistake.
She made it to the training hall, excitement growing inside her. She got to the panel posted on the wall, ready to program her session, but then something got to her. She had the highest score, with no doubt, but she decided to check it up, just to make sure nobot had overtaken her in the ranking. She tapped fast to the results section, and when she was about to read the data, she froze in place, winglets dropped down in desolation. The only readable line was 'All data erased'.
She couldn't believe her optics. She immediately tapped again, searching for the last user, already thinking about the scolding said bot was about to receive. It took the computer few clicks to charge it, but finally the profile image appeared, with the username under it. She straightened up, her icy cold optics burning like never before, grumbling.
"Smokescreen!"
The old medic decided to take a break as he had been the several jours monitoring the screen without any signal at all. He switched place with Optimus and proceeded to walk down the hall, directly towards the energon storage, he needed to refuel. The way was quiet and that was something he very much appreciated, specially after all the noise the humans made, specially Miko. It was simply pleasant, and more pleasant would be to seat down in silence with a ration in servo. Nothing would ruin that moment.
Ratchet pushed the panel of the energon storage gate as this motioned upwards. He switched the lights on, and at the sight of what he had in front he froze in place. The storage was like a sparkling playground at the moment. The empty energon storage cubes, had been used as construction block for what it looked like a fortress, from time to time with a full cube inserted in between. Not only that, the ration cubes, smaller than storing ones, where at the corners of it, somehow surmounting the structure.
The old doctor looked around, just to discover that whoever had done that, he had taken cubes from his mates knoll, without minding who they belonged to. But what really pissed him off was the fact that the holopaper containing the inventory and the consumption rate was being used as a flag at the top of it. In resume, a whole disaster. It would be difficult to get all that energon back to its place.
The old doctor grumbled. Was it so difficult to have just a peaceful moment? Apparently yes. He decided to refuel first and then he would wrench the responsible of that. His energon knoll was just at the other side of the chamber, fortunately still conserving a pair of storing cubes on its place. The structure before him had being built with two arcs, what it had to be said it was a merit, yet again he hoped he could go through it without causing its cave down. He vented deeply before proceeding.
With the ability of the surgeon he was, he managed to go through the first arc, and nothing happened at all. Good, he was now on the centre of it. He only had to pass another one and it would be over.
He kept moving forwards and before he even realised he was at the other side, safely. The old doctor was about to sit down next to his cubes when he remembered something, what made him grimace. He needed a ration cube, which were by chance located at the top of the structure, and he was not tall enough to reach them. But maybe he could find any other on a lower level, and if Primus helped him, finally have some energon.
He made it again into the centre of the structure, and after a thought look, he chose a ration cube to extract. Ratchet couldn't avoid feeling himself like he was about to perform an impossible mission, but if he wanted to refuel there would be no other option. He prepared his surgeon abilities again as he moved his servo closer. The tip of his digits made contact, and grabbed it, cautiously. It seemed the cube wasn't supporting any weight at all, so he slowly pulled it out. He really thanked his steady pulse as the cube slid smoothly. He made it!
He held the cube triumphant, wide grin on face which didn't last much. The structure started to crumble down over him, burying the poor mech under zillion of cubes. At such noise some teammates hurried to the place, just to find the old medic emerging from the disaster. He reminded sat, with his ration cube now broken in servo, his denta gritted and opticbrows frowned.
"Ratchet, are you all right?" Bulk asked from the gate frame. "You hurt?"
Arcee advancing forwards as she could, dodging cubes here and there. She offered a servo to the doctor, which he took, and carefully she helped him out. "What happened here?"
"What happened? What happened!? One simple word." Ratchet replied starting to get furious. "SMOKESCREEN!"
"Yeah, his grown little too comfortable around." The commander rested her arms on her hip. "He erased all our combat score data."
"I slipped over a sponge he bailed out on the ground." Bulk complained, rubbing his rear. "I still feel sore after that."
*You're not the only one.* 'Bee joined them, as his beeps let them see his weariness. *I think I'll have to move room at this rate. I cannot take a step without the risk of falling flat on my face plates.*
"Here too I see." They all turned to have a look at the reddish mech covered in some kind of white and green foam.
"And what happened to you?" The femme lifted an opticbrow, looking disgusted at the foam.
The young medic smiled sardonically, folding his arms. "Let me tell you. During the time gap between Ratchet and I, someone decided to make a mess in the Med Bay, scattering all the supplies around. Of course I thought the responsible was our rookie, he's still a youngters and has much to learn, so I dismissed it and got to tidy up. Well, the thing doesn't end there. When I finally managed to gather everything in place, I decided to check the essential material wardrobe, why not? And, oh surprise! I was met with this substance which humans apparently call elephant toothpaste all over My. Precious. PAINT JOB!" He growled, singling his own frame, arms opened wide, red optics burning. "I left behind my Decepticon manners for a better shake, but if I get my servos on him I swear I'll..."
"Woah, easy down, doc..." Bulk cut him off, trying to calm the smaller mech. "I guess it will be enough with a tell off."
"You certain? This has gone far too far." Arcee stated sceptical. "I think we need to have a serious talk and inform Optimus."
"No." Everyone turned to look at Ratchet, who was literally blue in anger. "Optimus will only discourage him for few jours, until he is back to mischiefs. He needs to learn it for once and for all. "
"Sweet." It was Knockout who replied seductively, with a really dark smirk. "It's time for pay back."
A/N
Will Smokey survive to what is spared for him? Let's find it out in next chapter!