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(Since people expressed their confusion about this chapter before, I took it down and re-worked it, so hopefully everybody will be able to understand it better :) Enjoy!)
Chapter 3
=That Night=
==Autobot Base= New Security Room==
Red Alert sighed as he watched his personal Camera Drone scuttle away from him after having dropped off some surveillance footage, retracting its legs and slithering across the floor like the organic alien snake he had designed it after in his first days as a Security mech. His companion, Inferno, was leaning back against the wall next to him, the centipede camera drone sitting curled up on the giant mech's chest plating. "You" he grouched at the centipede drone which looked up at its master's call with a shifting of its camera optic that recorded everything and anything it came across "Scout"
The drone shuffled off of the fire trucks chest and clattered across the room after its snake like brother. Both sets of footage from the drones being shown on two screens attached to the bank of monitors which were imported from the wreckage of the ARK 2.
"Useless, ancient, skiving piles of junk" Red Alert grumbled as he curled closer into his corner beside Inferno as the Twins entered the Rec-Room.
"Now, now Red" Inferno grinned looking down at the smaller mech from under his pearly blue visor "They do their best"
"I don't trust the organics" the paranoid Lamborghini Transformer grumbled shrinking into Inferno's shadow as he kept his optics glued to his beloved monitors, the only place he felt safe on this strange, new, and impossibly complex planet. "The humans could be conspiring against us as we speak!"
"Calm down Red" the fire truck soothed running a large finger over Red Alert's horns that would glow blue when he saw fit to freak out. "There's nothing to worry about"
At that moment Sideswipe skated into the room looking gleefully suspicious "I could be wrong though" Inferno rumbled as Red Alert turned his glare onto the silver half of the Corvette Twins.
"Aren't you supposed to be on shift?" the red and white mech snapped sharply.
"Yeah but I have to give you this" Sideswipe chirped dangling a data-pad in front of the security Director "And some top secret information"
"Oh, do enlighten me" Red Alert dryly replied scanning through the pad written in Cybertronian "What diabolical prank are you going to do to tip me off the deep end this time?"
"Red Alert" the swordsmech cried feigning hurt, putting a servo over his chest plates "You wound me!"
The red and white mech offered him a tolerating glare "Then get on with it, what is this Top Secret Information you're so nicely going to share with me?"
"Well, I heard this from Sunny, who heard it from Bluestreak, who was talking to Blaster" Sideswipe clarified leaning forward with barely restrained glee.
A blue optic ridge twitched "You came to tell me gossip? Inferno, chuck the trash out please"
"Woah, Red!" Inferno said a tad startled as Sideswipe gave a shrill trill of protest "That's a bit harsh, he just wants to share some rumours!"
"It's really juicy info!" the silver Corvette butted in as the giant fire truck shifted in his seat. "It's about the Apocalypse, Prowl and Jazz!"
That certainly got Red Alert's attention. The superstitious Security Director stiffened in his seat from where he was already half out of it to forcibly wheel the swordsmech out of his domain. "Continue"
"Well, Smokey was explaining a theory that Wheeljack was telling Ratchet" the silver twin said excitedly nearly bouncing on his pede tyres. "You know how Prowl and Jazz are fragging each other, yeah? Well, apparently if they don't get bonded within the next two weeks the earth and all of its surrounding planets are going to get wiped off of the face of the Universe!"
Inferno gave a great rumbling laugh "Yeah and I'm going to sprout Seeker wings and fly! Pull the other one Sides"
"I swear!" the swordsmech protested as Red Alert gave a sharp ex-vent of disbelief "He even went into detail about how it would happen! It's cosmic balance!"
"This I gotta hear" the Security Director sneered still keeping tabs on his monitors where he saw Prowl and Jazz walking down the corridor together on the way out of the base.
"Wheeljack said if you divide the Quantum Theory by seven and then add the amount of molecules that make up a transformer and the density of the average spark, you will see that group of numbers proves the Theory of the Universe Imploding, is actually quite possible" Sideswipe acted out dramatically making Inferno chuckle and Red Alert want to bang his newly aching helm on the monitor desk repeatedly. "So fate and cosmic balance decree that they have to get together eventually, however Cosmic Balance is a little out of whack when the human, Sam, destroyed the Allspark, so everything is riding on these two to bond or else… poof! Ka-blooie! Goodbye universe!"
"Wait, wait, wait. Not only was that rant idiotic, it is giving me a helm ache" Red Alert sighed rubbing his optics as he attempted to sort out the facts from Sideswipe's obviously overactive rant "you're telling me that because the human destroyed one of the only sources of Sparklings on Cybertron, 'Cosmic Balance' is temporarily skewed? And not only that, the 'fixer' of this seemingly divine disaster of planets getting destroyed, is to make our SIC and TIC bond?"
"That pretty much sums it up, in theory anyway" nodded the Swordsmech eagerly. "I'd love to see it in practice though. But really Red, the chances of those two bonding in the next week are about 99.98% on the 'yes' side anyway, so we don't really need to intervene. I've seen major opposites attract before"
Red Alert's horns crackled a bright neon blue making Sideswipe grin with glee as the paranoid personality of the resident 'Conspiracy Nut' let out a panicked shriek.
==The Next Day=
==Diego Garcia= Autobot Base= Communications Room==
Sideswipe winced as an agitated SIC stalked past the Communications Room growling like a feral, venomous animal. "What happened?" he asked his gold twin sitting next to him, who was also looking pretty mad, though that was his usual expression these days after all the trips and falls he had had to put up with while getting used to his new tyre pedes. "I didn't do it by the way"
"Plans went belly up like that goldfish I saw on TV" Sunstreaker grumbled slouching further into his chair crossing his arms. "And you are partly to blame, no... actually, you are fully to blame!"
"Oh, do tell" the silver twin grinned taking his optics off of the screen he was supposed to be watching for any incoming transmissions.
"Well, for our first attempt we agreed to try a romantic evening under the stars so Prowl could propose" the swordsmech replied withdrawing a cloth from his subspace and scrubbing at a bit of nonexistent dirt on his bicep plating "That resulted in Prowl getting run over by a fritzing Red Alert when YOU decided to make him go doo-lally!"
"It wasn't my fault!" the Corvette cried in protest "How was I supposed to know he'd actually believe me when I made up that slag about the universe depending on Prowl and Jazz to bond to sustain its Cosmic Balance? I got that 'Cosmic Balance' crap off of a meditating show!"
"Maybe because it's almost a proven fact that pairing Prowl and Jazz together is multi-dimensional? Remember that camera that came through a 'rip' in the dimensional fabric of the universe one day?" Sunstreaker asked cocking an optic ridge in exasperation "The Prowl and Jazz in that dimension were bondmates"
"When and where was I?" Sideswipe almost shrieked "When did this happen?"
"You were out fragging Smokescreen back on Cybertron" the golden twin shrugged "I thought you would have enjoyed that better than seeing yourself as a boxy red painted prankster from another dimension"
"No offence to Smokey's berth prowess, but mech I want to see that!" The silver swordsmech whined at his annoyed twin.
"Tough, Red Alert put the footage into the ultra security archive" Sunstreaker snapped putting away his cloth "Anyway because of you, I now have to come up with something else that will help Prowl propose to Jazz and get my Alt Scanner codes back so I can get that Lamborghini Alt I want… a night drive maybe?"
"Yeah, but where could you go?" Sideswipe shrugged scratching an itch in his wiring in-between his abdominal plating "I mean, hello, we're on an island in the middle of the Ocean"
"How about they have a drive under the water?" Blaster suggested with a snicker as he jogged into the Communications Room to start his shift.
"Or…" Sideswipe said holding up his hand as if he was drawing inspiration from the ceiling "Big idea, here!"
"Oooh, somebody write that down" Sunstreaker sniped dryly "Sideswipe finally had an idea that isn't prank related"
"Shut up and let the real love guru work his magic!" the silver twin grinned wiping out a data-pad from his sub-space and beginning to scribble.