Disclaimer : I don't own it.
Note : Requested by Riku's Music Lover, and I believe laureas requested seeing them pranking the 'Cons.
Some of these chapters will be shorter and not as well done. My muse is starting to have a hard time wanting to do more to this story, when I have other ideas in the works as well. :S Don't worry, so far, this is the worst one I have done, I think. ;) The others I have are better, definitely.
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(Normal POV)
The twins drove as silently as they cound through small paths in the mountains.
'This is nasty. My paint is gonna be ruined!' Sunstreaker growled quietly, dodging around some boulders and shuddering in disgust when his twin's wheels kicked up some mud onto his hood. 'Hey, watch it!'
'It's not like I'm aiming for you!' Sideswipe came back, grimacing to himself as he locked on the target and drove ahead. 'And in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly sparkling clean myself.'
'Trust me, I've noticed.' With a hidden smirk, the yellow Corvette followed behind his brother as they closed in on the signal. They both transformed upon reaching a rather large cave entrance in the side of the mountain. 'Show time.' Activating his internal comms, Sunstreaker kept an optic out. 'Sunstreaker to Optimus, we've arrived unhindered at the origin of the signal. Moving in now.'
'Watch your backs, we'll be there soon. ETA twenty five minutes. Optimus out.'
Exchanging a look with his brother, both readied their blades and slowly entered the cave. They kept their lights deactivated, their optics sharp enough to see the details without the added light, and moved slowly.
'What if it is a 'Con?'
Shooting his brother a look, Sunstreaker raised an optic ridge. 'I'd like to offline it, but we're to capture and secure.' He moved past Sideswipe, who looked about as disappointed as he felt, and watched as the tunnel lead to a surprisingly gigantic cavern. Freezing at the entrance, his optics widened. 'Oh, slag! Sunstreaker to Optimus, we have two 'Cons, both currently in recharge.'
'Move quietly, secure both.' Optimus confirmed grimly. 'Take no unnecessary risks, and... Watch. Your. Backs.' The comm channel closed once again, leaving the twins to stare at their targets.
'Remember the primary shut down switch.' Sideswipe advised, moving towards the larger of the two unmoving mechs. 'Go for that first, and they shouldn't stand a chance.'
'I could use a fight.' The yellow Corvette grumbled, his optics narrow as he made his way over to the other target. 'But...orders are orders I suppose.' Approaching from behind, he paused as Sideswipe stepped behind the other. Just as his twin was about to flip the switch, the optics of his target lit up and landed on Sunny himself.
"Autobot scum!" He spat out in anger, in Cybertronian. He made to get up, and Sunstreaker stepped back when his own 'Con began to move.
Both Corvettes moved quickly, forcing their targets into a stasis lock before securing their limbs and deactivating their weapons. Once they were done, they sat down and waited.
"How long until the others-"
"Another fifteen earth minutes." Sides answered, already knowing the question. He placed his chin in his hand and looked down at the two 'Cons, before lightly kicking one. "This is gonna be boring."
Seeing the ugly mugs, relaxed in stasis, Sunstreaker's optics narrowed a little as he got a particularly evil idea. "We don't have to be bored." Reaching back, he grabbed a couple of large pens.
These weren't your normal pens, either. They were larger, built for Autobots, and were filled with paint. In other words, they were for repairing scratches in paint and made especially for the twins, because of their vanity.
Sideswipe's optics widened as he reached back and grabbed his own. Each carried a variety of colors, just in case. Standing up, they each took a 'Con and got to work. It took them until the sounds of the others approaching to finish their work, and they stepped back as the others entered, Optimus leading the way.
"Report." The leader of the Autobots approach, his optics on his men and not even touching the 'Cons laying prone on the ground.
"Subdued and secured with no problems."
"Unless they got any signals out in two seconds." Sideswipe added with a wince. "They onlined just before we took them out."
Optimus paused a second before nodding. "Designations?"
"Didn't have a chance to find out before offlining them." Sunny shrugged a little and gestured down to them. "We can always online them after Ratchet's disabled their internal and long range communications."
With another nod Optimus looked down. He took in the forms before him before frowning and activating his lights to see better. Upon the 'Cons being lit up, the twins snickered a little, and Jazz all but broke out laughing.
"Oh, man! Nice work!"
Arcee raised an optic ridge at the pink optic ridges of the 'Cons. She took in the painted purple lip plates, the big pink circles on the cheeks, and the painted 'tongues' on their lower lip plates. "Remind me to never let you apply the human femmes' make up."
"As if we'd want to paint them." Sunny growled in distaste.
"As if they'd want you to paint them." Ironhide added with a snicker, taking a picture of the 'Con faces.
"We were bored." Sideswipe shrugged.
Ratched raised an optic ridge. "At least you took it out on them, for a change."
Prowl nodded, feeling immensely relieved that, that was the case. He thanked Primus he wasn't their target, for a change, but also made a note to see to it they were never allowed to carry those pens when on the base.
Optimus had remained quiet all this time, his battle mask in place. Not because they were on a mission, but because he was trying not to laugh. Looking through the worldwide web, he realized they were painted up and looked a lot like Cybertronian versions of 'clowns'. With a sigh, he turned to Ratchet, not even bothering to keep his smirk hidden, because his mask was in place. "Can you disable their internal and long range communications?"
With a nod, the medic got down to work, even as the gathered Autobot snickered and laughed at the image before them. Even Ratchet had a little difficulty focusing, considering he kept gazing at their faces and snorting back laughter.
By the time they finished their work and questioning, most of the bots had to leave, they were laughing so hard. The growling, insulting 'Cons with their 'make up' was a bit too much for most, and in a twist, Optimus decided to let them go.
When asked why, he removed his battle mask and let them all see his amused smirk.
"I was thinking of their welcome back at their base, looking like that."
Considering they'd been interrogated by the enemy and released for reasons no one could understand, they were not only an embarrassment, but also a liability. Megatron wouldn't stand for that, and they'd be offlined.
But not before their base got a good laugh.
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Hope you like it.
R+R please.
Thank you.
Tenshi
