I wanted to give them a battle scene…but I went for the comedy instead. And this is more likely to happen anyway. Don't worry, there'll be action next chapter.

Chapter 19: Skystorm's POV

My optics flickered back online, revealing rubble and the floor in front of me. I winced as I tried to flex my wings; Red Alert had landed on one, pinning it awkwardly down. "Ow…" I tried to push him off, but couldn't even raise my arm. "C'mon, Red, I can't move!"

"Hang on, Storm!" I looked up to see Hyperjump, who had managed to free himself and was working on pushing the rubble off of Red Alert's back. "He's out cold. Are you hurt?"

I ran a careful diagnostic. "I don't think so. I can't move and my wing hurts – because Red's on top of it – but I don't think there's anything else wrong. How long was I out?"

"Just a couple of minutes. Red got the worst of the collapse, but he doesn't look too badly damaged."

"Are you okay?" I twisted around in an attempt to see him better. "How'd you get out?"

He shrugged. "A few dents, nothing major. And like I said, Red Alert was on top of me. I just pushed some of the rubble off so I could move him a little bit." Hyperjump carefully lifted Red off my wings, allowing me to flex them and sigh in relief. "Just a minute and I'll have you all the way out."

"Okay." I kept shifting my wings, trying to regain some feeling. "Any word from the others?"

"Nope. Just battle noise." Hyperjump finished moving the last piece of the ceiling and held out a hand to me. "Can you call a medic? I think Red Alert and Hoist might need one."

"Hang on…ouch…I'm a medic!"

I spun around to see Hoist groaning and rubbing the back of his head. "Owww…what hit me?"

"An oversized Decepticon cat." I knelt carefully beside him. "Are you okay?"

"Other than a splitting processor ache, I'm fine." Hoist sat up and glanced around. "What happened to Red? Are you two alright?"

"Ceiling collapse." Hyperjump shook his head. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Hoist stood up, wincing, and made his way to Red Alert. "I'll live. You two, help me carry him back to the medbay."

"Uhh…" Hyperjump and I exchanged glances. "That may be an issue."

As soon as he saw the partially destroyed medbay, Hoist groaned and rubbed his forehead again. "Ohh Primus. What happened?"

"Kitty attack. Long story." I winced as I looked at the damage. "Ratchet's gonna kill us, isn't he?"

"Yep." Hoist settled Red Alert on the one undamaged bunk, which squeaked. "Figures the one that didn't get wrecked is the one Ratchet wants to destroy. Well, you two can help me clean this mess up."

"Cleaning?" I yelped. "But what if they need our help?"

"If they need you, they'll call." Hoist pointed at the collapsed berth and scattered medical tools. "Get going."

Hyperjump and I groaned simultaneously.