First…sorry for the wait…then again, it is always a wait for chapters to be updated…I blame the plot bunnies and my long list of 'What To Write'. *sighs*
Anyway…thank you Lightning Prime for reviewing! ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers…Rhythm mine…Tune 9aza…
The Prime, as well as the rest of the officers, thought about it. Where would the two new Autobots-on-probation stay?
Then Optimus hummed a bit in though before addressing his SIC, "Hmmm…Prowl?" He then glanced over to the black and white mech to see if the tactician had an answer to the problem.
Prowl thought about it, then stated, "Well…the Twins are the only two who have the biggest room, since it was originally two rooms…" It had been, but since the Twins argued fiercely for one big room for both of them, it had been arranged that two rooms would be made into one.
The red, white, and blue Prime nodded and said, "Alright…" He then comm.-ed the Twins to tell them of the news, /Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, report to my office./
In the Twin's Room…
Both red and yellow mech were relaxing in there room after they had taken the two 'Con cassettes to the brig. Sunstreaker had been laying down on his berth, sketching out a new drawing, while his twin was seated at the desk, checking through a data pad for new pranks to pull very soon. But now, they had been called.
/On our way Prime./ They then got up and out of the room, heading towards Prime's office. They wondered why Optimus needed them? They hoped that the femmes weren't in trouble…just yet. Both grinned at all the pranks they could accomplish with the cassette femmes' help.
In the Monitor Room…
The movie on the monitors ended, but unfortunately, Rumble was still in a trance, optics locked on the now faded screen. Even after the singing, purple dinosaur had left, the song rang in the blue and purple mech's processor.
"Bar…ney…" the cassette muttered, still seeing a purple dinosaur dancing with children. He continued to stare at the blank screen even when someone had walked in. It was Inferno, to see where Red Alert had been.
The firetruck stopped when he saw the cassette and muttered, "Uh, why is there a Decepticon here?" He scratched his helm, but noticed that the 'Con hadn't take noticed in his presence…as well as Red Alert, who both the Security Director and 'Con had muttered a 'Bar…ney…' Inferno didn't know what that meant.
Prime's Office…
They didn't have to wait very long for the door to hiss open and the Twins to waltzed in, door shutting behind them. They glanced at the officers and two femmes inside, wondering what was going to be say and what was going on.
Then Sunstreaker finally asked, "Why did you call us Prime, sir?" His red twin nodded, wondering the same.
Then Sideswipe glanced over to girls, then grinned and greeted them, "Hey girls." The two femmes nodded, Tune replying a 'Hi!' back to the Frontliner. Then Prime responded to the yellow Frontliner.
"The girls are going to be on probation, and they're going to stay in your room" Optimus informed the two, glancing between the talked about four. There was a silent pause, but grins broke across the Twins' faceplates.
"Yes! This is going to be awesome!" they exclaimed, the two femmes grinning as well. It was going to be great to bunk with the Twins, as they thought. Though, the other officers thought differently.
Ratchet then muttered, shaking his helm slightly at the excitement of the four, "I have a feeling that this is a mistake." Prowl nodded, though Jazz didn't see the problem with it. Ironhide just sighed, shaking his helm slightly as well.
Sideswipe was still grinning as he exclaimed excitedly, "This is going to be SWEET!" The other three nodded, grinning as wel.
"Yeah!" Rhythm cried out, pumping her fist into the air. Then the Prime dismissed them, which they soon ran out of the office. Optimus didn't think anything was wrong, glad that they were happy. The others, excluding Jazz, saw differently. They saw the trouble the four would soon get into. And they so weren't happy about that.
"Prime," Prowl began, sighing a bit, "I think you made the worst choice ever." Ratchet and Ironhide nodded, thinking the same thing. Jazz glanced between the disagreeing three, not thinking that. He thought it was fine.
Then the saboteur said, while trying to slink out of the room, "I'm gonna leave now…" The looks that were beginning to form on the other three officers' faces, looks of annoyance, didn't look to good. It meant arguing was soon coming.
Then, at that moment, Ratchet received a comm., which wasn't something he wanting to hear write now. /Ratchet, I think Red Alert is broken…/ It was Inferno, and the 'broken' part made him want to facepalm. Now he had to deal with that…great… He then sighed and sent back, /I'm on my way…/ Then the CMO left the room, along with Ironhide and Prowl. Prime sighed a bit and walked back over to his desk and sat down to finish his paperwork.
In the Corridors…
Jazz soon ran up with the still grinning four, who glanced over to the black and white mech, wondering what he was going to say.
"Ya guys wanna still get tha Protectobots?" Jazz said, smirking a bit. The others soon began smirking as well.
"Yeah!" the Twins cried out, nodding. The femmes nodded along as well, Tune saying a 'Oh yes please!'
"PIT YEAH! But how?…an' what 'bout everyone else?" Rhythm asked, glancing to the Twins and black and white TIC. They all thought about it, but then the red Lamborghini remember something important, agreeing first with the dark blue and black cassette femme.
"Yeah…and you two might want to get rid of the insignias…"
Both femmes looked at the purple Decepticon insignias, then both nodded in agreement. If they wanted to be full Autobots now, that was the first thing they should get rid of, lest they want to be called 'Cons some more. Rhythm muttered an 'Oh yeah…' and soon began to peel it off. Unfortunately, Tune had a problem with hers.
"You can pull yours off?" the white and green femme cried out. The others were surprised at that, wondering why she couldn't.
"Ya can't?" Jazz asked, optic ridge rising a bit from behind his visor.
Tune shook her head and answered, "No…it's branded on." The Twins facepalmed at that, Tune shrugging a bit. Jazz sighed a bit, shaking his helm slightly. That was going to be a problem now.
In the Monitor Room…
The door to the Monitor Room hissed open, revealing Ratchet, who didn't look all to please. He had been wondering and grumbling about who was hurt now. After the new femmes, he didn't want to deal with anything else. He walked in, door hissing shut behind him and then eyed the 'Con who was staring at the blank screen.
The CMO then turned to the firetruck and then asked, 'Why is he out of the brig?"
Inferno shrugged and replied, "Ah don't know. But Ah think Prowl should add Barney ta tha banned list." Ratchet's optic ridge rose, then he sighed and shook his head. Great…this was just great.
Inferno nodded and picked Rumble up. Once he had a hold of the 'Con, though it seemed the blue and purple cassette was still in a trance, he headed out of the room with no problems. The only thing Rumble did was that he continued to repeat a 'Bar…ney…' over and over again. The big, red mech almost felt sorry…almost. Ratchet sighed and headed out of the room after them as well.
In the Corridors…
Then Rhythm asked her femme ally, "Why did ya get it branded on?" That was the question. Sideswipe had nodded his head and muttered a 'Yeah…', as well as, his twin too, wondering the same.
There was a pause, the four was waiting for what the white and green femme cassette would say. Then, she sighed and began to explain why, "Well, my creators were Decepticons, and I wanted to show everyone that I wasn't ashamed of my origins. Also, when I joined, branding was the only option."
The group was silent after that, absorbing in the knowledge. Rhythm understood a bit, since she had been a 'Con, though the three Autobot mechs were still thinking about it, trying to understand it a bit.
Then finally, Sunstreaker brought the silence with a question. "What are we going to do about it? We can't paint over it." That was true, and it was a valid question. If they did paint over it, the paint could just be scratched away. Then the group sighed, trying to think of something.
Hallways…
As he walked he shook his head and muttered, "Not even a 'Con deserves this." /Do you want me to take him to the medbay?/ Inferno sent to the medic. Ratchet responded with a /…yeah…I guess…/ The two mechs continued on to the Med Bay, Rumble still repeating the name 'Bar…ney…' over and over still.
Corridors…
All of them thought about it, Jazz and Rhythm humming a bit in thought trying to figure out a solution to the problem. Then Sideswipe got an idea, one that could solve the problem.
"How about replacing the armor plate?" he asked, glancing to the others. It could work, as they thought about it.
The dark blue and black hummed in thought, then nodded and said, "I guess that could work." The Twins nodded as well, Sideswipe grinning at the fact that his idea was being used.
Jazz nodded as well and then said, "Let's go see Ratchet." The others nodded, and they all headed to the Med Bay to ask the CMO to change the plate.
Med Bay…
The two mechs walked in, Inferno placing Rumble on the berth that was next to the berth that held Red Alert on it. The firetruck sighed at the fact that the two seemed to still be out of it.
He then asked, "Any clue on how to fix them?" He was wondering more to Red Alert than the cassette.
Ratchet sighed, scanning over the blue and purple 'Con, and muttered, "Well…" Then the two mechs looked over at the group of five walk in and stop. His optics narrowed at them, the entire lot wanting to back away from the glare, and muttered, "What do you four want?" The Twins looked at each other, Jazz scratching the back of his helm, Tune looked ready to tell the medic, but it was Rhythm who had begun to speak first, and it hadn't been about why they were there.
"Rumble?" she stated when she noticed the 'Con on the repair berth. What had happened to him, she wondered.
"Bar…ney…" came the trance-state voice of Rumble. Most of the new bots' optic ridges rose at that. Why had Rumble been watching Barney? Was that a new torture treatment? The two femmes were sort-of glad that hadn't happened to them if so.
Ratchet was slowly losing his patience and soon barked at them, "What do you WANT?" Most of them jumped, and Inferno, who had stood off to the side, was feeling slightly sorry for them.
There was a quick pause, and Rhythm bravely responded, "OH…Tune needs a new armor plate. Her insignia won't come off…" The rest of the small group nodded, though they wanted to high-tail it out of the Med Bay right now.
The medic grumbled a bit, crossing his arms over his chestplate, "Later. I need to help Red Alert and Rumble first." And with that, the CMO walked over to the do, scanning them and beginning to try and fix their current states.
Tune also peaked a look over at the other cassette and asked, "What happened to Rumble?" The others there nodded, Jazz glancing over to Inferno but received a shrug from the firetruck.
Ratchet sighed, while still working, and replied, "He snuck into the Monitor Room and looked at the screens while it was showing those Barney movies." The femmes winced at that. That had to have been torture.
"Wow…they are torture," Tune muttered, referring to the said movies. Rhythm nodded in agreement with her femme ally.
"Yeah…kind-of feel bad fo' Red…" she muttered, though Rumble…well, he shouldn't have been out of the brig in the first place though she had an idea that maybe the cassette was trying to break him and his twin out. Oh well now.
The red and white medic turned and glared at them, and Sideswipe soon suggested, "Umm…guys…let's get going…" The rest of the group nodded rapidly and ran out of the Med Bay before Ratchet could throw something at them. Then the medic grumbled and headed back to fix the two, Inferno slipping out a little bit after the group did.
Halls…
While they were walking, the dark blue and black femme said, "Okay…since we have ta wait…"
Then the red twin gained a new idea, "Well…we could do it ourselves…" He glanced over to the others, grinning a bit, but the others didn't think it was, most of them having apprehensive faces. Rhythm muttered a 'No…', the others nodded in agreement.
"No thank you. I love ya guys, but I rather wait for Ratchet…" Tune muttered, the red Lamborghini pouting slightly. He just wanted to help, but instead they shot his idea down.
While Sideswipe pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, Sunstreaker sighed at his twin's display and asked the white and green femme, "But what are you going to do now?"
Tune asked without a pause, "Use the projector." It was the only way, and hey…her and Rhythm had already been using it before. It made since to just use it now.
Sideswipe nodded, then grinned again at another great idea, "You guys want to prank someone while we wait?" They had been planning to prank someone to begin with, why not go ahead with the plans?
A grin cracked across Rhythm's faceplate, and she cried out, "PIT YEAH!" She then thought about the predicament Tune was in and then decided, "Hmm…if ya are goin' ta be human, so am I!" She nodded her helm, flashing her femme ally a grin. They would stick together after all.
"Why?" Sunstreaker asked, optic ridge raised. Rhythm wouldn't need to be a human, so why change?
"'Cause…I'll get lonely…" There was that.
The red Frontliner of the group snickered and replied, "Scared?"
Rhythm quickly responded with a 'No…', but then her optics shifted from side to side, and she corrected, "…Maybe…" Maybe she was, but hey…she was new here and didn't want to get messed with. The yellow Lamborghini sighed and shook his head.
"Aw," Tune cried out, hugging the other femme then parting and glancing over to the mechs, "Who do ya guys want ta get?" They all thought about it, each coming up with their own victims.
"Kup!" Sideswipe cried out, grinning.
"Wheeljack!" Sunstreaker suggested.
Jazz shrugged and added, "I still want ta get the Protectobots." And he did, but it was whatever the group decided on doing, he really didn't care.
Tune thought about it, humming a bit in thought, "Hmm. What do you think?" She turned to the other femme, wondering what the other would think.
Rhythm thought about it, humming a bit as well, "…hmmm…he he he…Wheeljack. 'Cause if he's out…then we could 'borrow' some of his things!" The Twin grinned evilly at the idea. It was true and would prove to be so much in their favor. Jazz shook head his helm slightly at the grinning Lamborghinis and muttered an 'Alright…'
A grin spread across from audio to audio receptor on Tune's faceplate, and she then asked, "Great! But how are we going to get him?" They all thought about it, trying to decide the best method.
Then Sideswipe suggested, "Uh, we could use the projector to make him think he shrunk us." Tune thought about it and muttered an 'Uh-huh. What else?' It was an alright suggestion, but it needed more. That wouldn't really put Wheeljack out, just make him a bit worried.
So, they all continued to think on it. Then Jazz got an idea, voicing it to the group, "Make a fake bomb?" They could make a fake bomb and scare the engineer and/or make him go see Ratchet.
Rhythm grinned and nodded, "That sounds like a good idea!" It was about the only thing they had got right now to work with.
The white and green femme thought about the saboteur's idea, then added her addition to it, "Can we make it a garbage bomb?" It would be better, and maybe easier and less dangerous as that kind.
The others thought about it, but then the black and white asked, "Where will we get all that garbage?" That was a good question, until the yellow Frontliner snorted, knowing exactly where to get a lot.
"Sides' side of the room."
The others, excluding Sideswipe, nodded, the red Lamborghini crying out a 'Hey!' Rhythm snickered a bit and agreed, "Okay…" They then all hurried to the Twin's room, well, now it would be the Twin's and femme's room together, though they still hadn't decided on how that exactly would work out.
In the Brig…
Frenzy was sitting in the cell, bored. He was seated against the wall, one leg drawn up and resting his chin on it. Rumble had never returned, and he figured he would never get out. Great. While still sitting there, he then received a comm.-link message from Soundwave.
/Rumble…Frenzy…where are you two?/
The black and red cassette winced a bit and was a bit nervous on replying, /Heh heh…hey boss…/ He really didn't want the Comm. Officer finding out what was going on and what had happened.
/Answer my question./ Soundwave sent to the cassette, wondering why Rumble wasn't answering.
Frenzy sighed and began to think of some excuse to get out of the mess with Soundwave, /We're in Oregon./
/Be specific./
/In Portland./ Frenzy was still trying to avoid telling him the truth. He was hoping the Comm.-Officer wouldn't figure it out, but luck and Primus wasn't on his side today.
/You're at the Autobot base./ Blunt and to the point, and completely true. Frenzy knew him and Rumble were scraped now.
/Yeah…/ the black and red replied, no use in lying to the mech. It wouldn't help anyway.
There was a pause on Soundwave's end, Frenzy hoping that the other had dropped it, /You two are not to interfere with the mission./ Oh, well at least it wasn't that bad.
/Trust me Boss, we're not./ And technically, that was the truth. With them, well…him right now, in the brig, they couldn't really interfere much. But Frenzy should have re-thought his statement before saying it when Soundwave asked…
/Explain./
Slag… Frenzy thought, trying to think of something to buy him some time. He didn't really want to tell Soundwave the truth about the femmes. So he replied, /Uh…Can you try calling Rumble? He's not answering me./ At least that might buy him some time to think of something.
There was another pause, then /Very well. Don't think I will forget the previous topic./ Then he sent a comm.-message to Rumble, /Rumble. Come in./
Frenzy sighed in relief as the navy mech had comm.-ed the other. He just hoped that Rumble wouldn't screw up or reveal anything.
In the Med Bay…
Rumble, who was still out of it and resting on the repair berth, replied, /Bar…ney…/ His processor was still warped to the singing of the purple dinosaur and children.
/Rumble…report./ Soundwave wondered what the cassette was saying, or better yet what it meant. In his response, he received another /Bar…ney…/ Again, that answered no questions and rose many more.
In the Twins' Room…
Once the door had opened and the five walked in, they, excluding the Twins, were quite shocked at the room. It was clearly divided between a clean and tidy side and a messy and garbage-covered floor side. Then they soon got to work on the bomb, a few times a bit shocked and/or frighten when something moved. After a good bit of time, they finished it and set it on Sideswipe's berth, marveled that the little thing held most, if not all, of the garbage once located on the room's floor.
Jazz shook his head in slight disbelief and muttered, "Wow, I can't believe we were able ta fit all that garbage inta a small object." The rest nodded in agreement as well. They all were quite impressed.
"Sunny, you weren't kidding when you said he had a lot of trash…" Tune added, quite surprised like the other two non-Lamborghinis.
"Yeah…I know…" muttered the yellow Frontliner, glaring at his twin. The red Lambo. then cried out with a 'What?', while Jazz and Rhythm shook their head. They felt a little sorry that the yellow Lamborghini had to deal with that messy Autobot.
In the brig…
Frenzy, after being bored and not hearing from either Soundwave or Rumble, wondered what his twin was saying and if Soundwave had gotten information out of the other. So, he decided to send the Comm. Officer a message.
/Well Boss…/
There was a pause before the other responded with what he thought was happening to the blue and purple cassette, /Some sort of mental torture…can't specify./ Frenzy sighed a bit and muttered a /Great…/ back, though he wondered what had happened, though it might have been. He didn't know.
Then Soundwave spoke again, this time wanting answers from the black and red cassette, /Now…Frenzy…/
He sighed and responded, /I can't interfere 'cause I'm in the brig./
/…/
/Boss?/ Frenzy asked, optic ridge rising as he heard nothing from the other. He didn't know whether or not that was good or bad. He just hoped the Comm. Officer wouldn't ask about the femmes.
Then Soundwave asked, /Are Rhythm and Tune with you?/ Oh luck was not on Frenzy's side. So, he decided to tell the 'truth'…sort-of.
/No. They're still free./ Technically, that was the truth…just not the entire truth that the two femmes had switched sides. Oh that was going to be great to tell Soundwave. Frenzy dreaded that.
/Good. They can still continue with the mission./ And the black and red cassette dreaded that as well, replying with an /Uh…/ Soundwave was curious at that tone, wanting to know what was up and asked/demanded, /What?/ Oh, Frenzy knew he was slagged now.
In the Twins' Room…
One of the femmes were steadily growing impatient, till finally Tune cried out, "Enough talk. Let's do this." She grabbed the bomb, the others nodding. Sideswipe was grinning a bit, a small grin worming its way onto Rhythm's faceplate as well. Then they all headed out of the room and to Wheeljack's lab.
Outside of Wheeljack's Lab…
"So…who's putting the bomb in there?" the white and green femme asked, glancing inside with the others. The engineer had his back to them and engrossed in a project.
"Not me. I want to live" Sunstreaker muttered, and he wanted his paintjob intact as well.
"NOT US!" Sideswipe and Rhythm cried out in unison, not wanting to be the guinea pigs in this plot. And, everyone knew that Wheeljack's lab was very unstable.
Jazz sighed, "Fine…I'll do it…" Then the black and white grabbed the bomb and looked inside again and slowly inched in and making sure that the engineer didn't hear him. He hoped to Primus that this didn't blow up in his face…literally.
Back in the Brig…
/Well…you see…/ Frenzy began, trying to 'beat around the bush' and not tell the Decepticon TIC the truth.
/Waiting…/ Soundwave replied.
Then, the black and red cassette and Comm. Officer heard a new voice enter the conversation.
/Frenzy…/ It was Rumble, and he seemed to be returning to normal by the sound of his voice, and he wasn't repeating 'Bar..ney…' over and over again.
/Rumble, you're okay! What happened to you?/ Frenzy asked, slightly forgetting that Soundwave was listening in. He was still was worried about his twin but still was planning on yelling at him later for ditching him.
There was a pause, Rumble shuddered from where he was at on the other end of the line, and then a reply, /I saw Barney and got hypnotized./
There were silence from Soundwave's end, but there was a muttered from Frenzy's side, /Didn't think it was possible./
Then a voice cut into the conversation after being silent for so long, /Still waiting…/ Frenzy gulped a bit from his spot in the cell, sighing a bit. This was going to be interesting to work out, but at least he had Rumble to hopefully back him up.
Inside the Lab…
Wheeljack was busy humming, hunched over his workbench and fixing something under a magnified glass. It was a skateboard, Spike's to be exact. The engineer had volunteered to fix it, though the boy was a bit hesitant to allow him to do so, but he decided on trust Wheeljack.
Jazz watched the engineer work, managing to glimpse on what Wheeljack was working on, sighing internally to himself. Oh thank Primus, it's just a skateboard. There's no way he could blow that up. But he was about to be proven wrong.
As the helm-finned mech screwed the final screw in, the board blew up, causing both the engineer and the TIC to be surprised.
"Oops. That wasn't supposed to happen," Wheeljack muttered, humming a bit in thought on thinking on how it could happen. He was still unaware of Jazz.
Jazz was still surprise that the board had exploded and thought, I stand corrected… He then shook out of it and placed the bomb near the workbench when the engineer had wandered away and left as the engineer came back.
Once Jazz was with the group outside, they all peered in and Rhythm muttered, "Now, we wait…" Seconds ticked by before…
BOOM!
The lab and the corridor shook a bit from the explosion, and the group of five backed away from the doorway, all trying to regain their balance.
Inside, Wheeljack was surprised at the sudden explosion, not knowing what had caused it. He looked down, and his optic ridge rose at the sight of him covered it what appeared to be garbage.
"What the-" he muttered, shaking it off of his servos. Then a loud voice rang through the halls and reached his audios.
"WHEELJACK!" It was Ratchet, and he didn't sound too happy.
The engineer winced and muttered, "Coming Ratchet!" He then headed out of the lab and to the Med Bay, garbage falling off of his frame as he went. This was going to interesting to explain to the medic that he didn't know what had caused the explosion.
In the Brig…
/Oh…well…you see…/ Frenzy began, wondering what exacting to say without involving the femmes into the conversation. He didn't want to admit what had happened.
Then Rumble decided on doing the exact opposite, /Frenzy…did you tell Boss 'bout Tune and Rhythm yet?/
The black and red cassette slapped his forehead and groaned. He wanted to muttered a few obscenities to his twin, for being a stupid aft head because the next part wasn't what Frenzy wanted.
/Rumble, Frenzy. Explanation Now./ came the demanding voice of Soundwave. Frenzy sighed, though Rumble was a bit lost though now wanted to take back the question he asked.
Finally, Frenzy was the one to tell the Comm. Officer the truth, /Yes Boss. Rhythm and Tune defected o the Autobots./ Soon both cassettes waiting for the reaction from the other mech, whether it be good or bad.
In the Med Bay…
Soon enough, the engineer with a little bit of garbage staining his paintjob and hanging off of his frame walked into the Med Bay and stopped, asking, "Ya need me Ratchet?" Though he knew that what the medic might have called him in for.
The CMO looked over and walked over to the Lancia, muttering, "Good, you walk." He then smacked the other upside the helm with a wrench. The inventor cried out an 'Ow!', and Ratchet soon asked finally, "What did you blow up now?" His arms were crossed over his chest as he glared at the other with optics that could bore holes through lead. Wheeljack, after rubbing the spot a bit, looked back at the other with a sheepish look.
Rumble was silent on the repair berth, pretending to be in stasis.
Just outside the Med Bay, the five that had been watching Wheeljack walk in from the adjacent lab were about ready to continue the plan.
"That's our cue!" Sunstreaker muttered, the others nodding in agreement. So, all of them rushed away from the Med Bay to continue with their plan.
Back in the Brig…
Frenzy sat waiting, wondering what Soundwave was going to say. After a long silent pause, the black and red cassette asked, /Boss?.../ And still there was nothing from the Decepticon TIC's end of the line.
/You okay Boss?/ the cassette asked again, a bit nervously. The black and red mech also wondered why Rumble wasn't speaking, not knowing that the other cassette was busy with his escape.
In the Med Bay…
"Well…" Wheeljack began to explain to the medic, "I was working on Spike's skateboard…" He scratched the back of his helm, his helm fins flashing a bit sheepishly.
"How did you blow up a skateboard?" Ratchet muttered, shaking his helm. He then sighed and looked over and noticed Rumble getting up and off the repair berth. "You…" That stopped Rumble in his tracks, gulping and looking over to the irritated medic. Then the red and white mech sent a comm.-message to Jazz.
/Jazz…the 'Con woke up…/
In the Lab…
The five were busy looking around and getting supplies they needed for their future prank plans. Jazz was busy, pointing out a few objects before he received the comm.-message from Ratchet.
/Okay…I'm coming…/ he sent to the CMO, then said to the others, "Got ta go…the 'Con woke up…" The Twins nodded, though still busy collecting stuff. Rhythm mumbled a '…see ya Jazz…' before her attention went back to a few objects she sub-spaced. The saboteur nodded before leaving the Lab and the four behind.
Med Bay…
Jazz, after a few minutes, walked into the Med Bay and stopped, "So, he woke up huh?" He then noticed the cassette on the berth, looking a bit terrified of the wrench-wielding medic. Jazz didn't blame him.
The CMO nodded and muttered, "Yes, now get him out of here while I deal with Wheeljack." The engineer put on a sheepish expression when the red and white medic glared at him.
While that was going on, Red Alert lying on his own repair berth began to awake, rather rapidly. "The Decepticons are in the base!" he cried out, looking around the Med Bay and horns sparking. The three Autobots and Decepticon looked over to the red and white Lamborghini, a bit confused but sighing as well.
"Relax Red," Wheeljack said, trying to calm the Security Director down, "there are no Decepticons." It didn't help, especially since the Lamborghini already noticed the 'Con cassette on the other repair berth.
"Liar! You're working with them!" the S.D. cried out, pointing an accusing digit at the purple and blue Decepticon. The three Autobots sighed, shaking their helms slightly. This was just going to be GREAT to explain.
Rumble snickered a bit at the misfortune that had befallen the three Autobots from the Security Director and said, "Real smart." He then chuckled some more, thinking it was hilarious.
Jazz then sighed and then glared a bit at the cassette on the repair berth, muttering, "Come on ya. Time ta go back ta the brig." He then walked over and grabbed the cassette's arm, pulling him a bit off the berth and onto his pedes. Rumble grumbled slightly at the treatment and continued to grumble as he was pushed out of the Med Bay.
Red Alert, who was still confused by all that around him and who's helm horns were still sparking, began to stuttered, "What, what-…"
Ratchet sighed and muttered, "Relax Red," then his attention was jerked over to the engineer who thought he could escape the Med Bay, "'Jack, sit!" The Lancia pouted under his mask, but followed the medic's orders. The CMO sighed and began work on the two.
In the Brig…
There was a pause, and both cassettes listened and waited for Soundwave's reply, which soon came.
/Why?/ he asked, a bit curious as to why the femmes switched sides.
Frenzy shrugged, though knowing the Comm. Officer couldn't see it, and replied, /Don't know./ And he and Rumble didn't know why. It was completely out of the blue.
There was a pause again before Soundwave stated the next course of action, /Return to base. Mission failure./ There was a tone of disappointment, but it was masked by the regular mono-tone voice.
/Boss, we can continue-/ Frenzy tried to explain, but was cut off by the Comm. Officer with a '/Negative. You have lost the element of surprise./' The black and red cassette inside of the brig cell sighed and agreed with an '/…alright…/', but couldn't help but agree with Soundwave. They had, and they had lost the femmes to the enemy. Frenzy then sighed again.
Med Bay…
"Why was that Decepticon here? Did you catch the other two?" Red Alert asked, seeming to be calming down a bit. His horns weren't sparking…much.
Ratchet sighed and replied, "Rumble saw Barney and ended up in a trance, like you. The other two…" He then glanced to the engineer on the other berth, who met his gaze. Ratchet wondered how the two would react to hear that they two others were now on their side.
"What?" Wheeljack questioned, quirking his helm to the side, "You know I can keep a secret." If only it was that simply.
The CMO sighed, turning to the S.D., and replied, "The other two defected and are going to stay with us."
There was a pause before Red Alert exploded, "WHAT?" He couldn't believe that Prime had let two 'Cons defect to the Autobot side. His glitch screamed that they were spying and were just deceiving everyone, which he sort-of believe.
The medic sighed once more, rubbing the side of his helm and muttering, "Chill out Red…but maybe you should meet them…so you don't freak out even more…" The Security Director pouted a bit at that, Wheeljack chuckled a bit under his breath. Then the red and white ambulance did so.
/Twins, get the two new ones…/ Hopefully this wouldn't turn out worst than it already was.
/aww…RATCHET!/ the both moaned and groaned through the link, not exactly wanting to quit raiding the Lab…and they were afraid that the CMO had figured that they had skipped their last check-up.
/NOW!/ the medic growled/yelled back at them, placing his hands on his hips.
/Fine…/ they groaned back, knowing that the medic was grinning a bit at the win…which he was, freaking Wheeljack and Red Alert a bit.
The Brig…
Frenzy heard the door to the brig open and close and footsteps traveled down the hallway. The black and red cassette then saw Jazz and Rumble walk in front of the cell, and soon enough, Rumble was pushed in, bars materializing back up after him. Then the saboteur turned and walked out, leaving the two. The purple and blue cassette glanced over to his twin, then walked over and sat against his wall next to Frenzy.
"Well…" Rumble began, glancing over to the other cassette.
"Failure," Frenzy muttered, sighing, "and now we have to get out…" Both sighed now.
"Okay," Rumble began, shifting and standing up with a slight grin on his faceplate, "Good thing I have the key this time." He un-subspaced it, twirling it around his digits.
"How…?" Frenzy muttered, optic ridge quirking, the grin on the purple and blue cassette's faceplate grin.
"I snatched it off of Red Alert when no one was looking," Rumble replied, moving over to the door. Frenzy soon arose from the ground and moved to the bars as well. At least getting out of the brig would be easy, the rest…well maybe not so much.
In the Lab…
Tune had noticed that the Twins had stopped subspacing items and wondered what was wrong. "What's wrong guys?" she voiced, optic ridge raised slightly.
They glanced at each other, then back to the white and green femme, replying, "Ratchet wants you guys to meet Red Alert right now." This had caught Rhythm's attention, she stopping as well to listen.
"Oh…" Tune muttered, the Lamborghinis nodding. Well, that meant that they better get going now. So, the four finished up collecting all the items and then left the Lab like nothing had ever happened, though they had collected a lot of items they could use for pranking. But before they had left, then turned back into their human looks, so that no one was get on Tune's aft about the Decepticon insignia still left on.
Med Bay…
After a few minutes after Ratchet had contacted them, the two Lamborghinis and two femme cassettes walked into the Med Bay, not looking suspicious at all. The three already in there glanced over. Wheeljack's optic ridge rose, Ratchet didn't notice them right away when they had walked in-he was busy getting a few pieces of garage out of Wheeljack's joints-, but Red Alert was a bit confused.
"See Red Alert. They're not here to-" he began, hearing them walk in but stopped when he turned and saw the two femmes as humans. He then grumbled, "Turn off that projector."
The two humans femmes looked at each other, then nodded. The Projector was pulled out of Tune's backpack and then turned off, the two revealing their true forms.
"There. See, they even took off their Decepticon symbols," Ratchet muttered, getting back to work on a very surprised engineer. The CMO was about to sigh in relief, believing that the S.D. accepted it…but he was wrong.
The red and white Lamborghini then pointed at the white and green cassette and cried out, "No! That one still has hers!" Ratchet looked over and then sighed, having forgotten that Tune never had been able to get it removed.
Rhythm rolled her optics from behind her red visor and muttered, "Well…she just has her branded, and Ratchet was busy wit' YOU ta help…" She had crossed her arms over the semi-rant, huffing at the end. Red Alert didn't say anything back. When the Security Director didn't say anything, the dark blue and black cassette muttered, "Yeah…thought so…" She didn't like when people picked on her friend.
Sunstreaker sighed and asked, "Is that all Ratch'?" His twin nodded and muttered a 'Yeah…' That made the CMO's optic ridge rise. Something seemed a bit strange…then again, it wasn't like he wanted the four in his Med Bay. They could cause un-told amount of damage.
So, he just asked, "Why, are you four in a hurry somewhere?" It could be that, but where were they going? Hmm…
"No…" the four pranksters responded, hoping the medic would believe them. But even Wheeljack and Red Alert thought they were possibly up to something.
So…what is going to happen? Will Ratchet, 'Jack, and Red figure out what the four are up to? Well…the next chapter will tell…
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