I return!!! Yes I'm back, able bodied (sort of) and present not one but two chapters for you!
Sadly neither one is particularly funny in my mind, in fact the next one definitely isn't.
Even funny stories have to have their down points and these next few chapters explore a bit more of the frustration being felt by everyone. Also these chapters are a set up for what's to come. ^_^
Sorry to those of you who've been waiting but yeah…I've been pretty heavily medicated and just now have got my life back in order.
And I got a new car! OMG FTW I own a Charger! And YES. I believe that a Charger would be Prowl's earth altmode of choice :P. I tried to get one that was black and white but they told me I could get ticketed for impersonating a police officer x.x Fraggers.
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One orn. One orn on base and Prowl was beginning to think he was getting paranoid. Having met Red Alert, that was really saying something. His duties had started not long ago and he'd been constantly working to improve how the base ran ever since. After all there were always changes that could be made. Each mech was a building block, with a different shape and size. Prowl's job was to arrange those blocks and build the best possible base. Not an easy task for most mechs, after all Prime had nearly one hundred mechs under his immediate control on this base. Not to mention the hundreds of thousands of Autobots scattered across the planet and space at other bases of operation.
The black and white was ready for the challenge. He'd always been praised for his ability to compute thousands of tidbits of data, to evaluate battle fields and offer strategic plans. Arranging duty rosters was hardly difficult.
Despite this ability there was one thing Prowl never seemed to be able to avoid. That thing was in fact a mech who went by the name of Mirage.
The tactician understood the need to have mechs with specialized skills. After all his processing power and logic center weren't standard. Nor the pulse powered magnets in Jazz's hands, or the cannons Ironhide totted around. However the ability to cloak one's self and became invisible did not seem to be a talent that needed near constant use on base.
"Watch yourself Prowler." Concerned with correcting the silver mech beside him for the 523th time the black and white realized his mistake too late. Rather than stepping forward he was met with another form.
It took several seconds for Mirage to make himself visible looking rather annoyed at the run in. Rather than apologizing, Prowl glanced in confusion, looking from the white and blue mech to the silver one who'd been walking at his side. He'd had no idea the spy was there and yet Jazz had tried to warn him proving that the smaller mech knew something he did not, or that Mirage had used a private comm. to worn him.
Stepping aside he allowed the spy to pass, watching as Mirage stepped by and faded from visible sight once more. The black and white switched his vision several times, attempting to find a setting that caused the hidden mech to appear. Unfortunately night vision, infrared, and all others he tried showed nothing; logically he doubted Jazz had been able to see the spy.
After the twelfth run in with Mirage Prowl was beginning to get paranoid. It wasn't logical, why would the spy purposely be running into him? It did no physical damage, in fact it did little than allow Mirage to look annoyed, and cause Prowl to be delayed in getting to wherever he needed to go.
Prowl had appealed to Jazz, hoping the officer could order his subordinate to refrain from using his ability on the base, with the exception of emergencies; after all he was willing to compromise.
"You plannin' on givin' up your long range communication ability?" Jazz questioned him in response. Doorwings served several purposes. They had the ability to boost his signal and allow him to contact mechs across the base, a handy ability during battles when orders needed to be given, and battle plans needed to be shared.
"I do not see how this relates." Prowl responded, with a twitch of his wings, was everyone bent on removing, or deactivating his doorwings?
"You usin' your wings is the same and Mirage usin' his invisibility. He's just usin' his Primus given gift."
Prowl had to admit that the silver mech did have a valid point. "Could you at least inform him that intentionally running into a superior officer could lead to brig time?"
"Prowler I think your gettin' as paranoid as Red. I doubt he's doin' it on purpose. 'Sides it ain't like it's affectin' your work."
In annoyance his doorwings twitched seeing that he was getting no where with the saboteur.
It seemed recently Mirage had taken to waiting until Prowl's hands were full, datapads, a cube of Energon. Anything that could possibly lead to a mess, it was at those times that he ran into Mirage. Jazz blamed someone named 'Murphy' Prowl blamed a lack of structure and rules within the base.
His logic center had needed several breems to recover when he'd caught the blue and white mech leaving the security office, fading into invisibility as he left. Prowl was unable to logically understand how Red Alert could trust a mech he couldn't see most of the time, and yet he, as Primes SIC, was still locked out of the monitor room.