The evil side of Prime
Chapter 7: 1st attack
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe watched the halls. It was late, around the time that everyone was going to recharge. A time when Optimus was out of the office and going on his nightly walk. Prowl had devised a-hopefully- foolproof plan. They would plant a camera in the office but more importantly a small prank trap in the seat and berth. They weren't going for big and bold as usually just simple and noticeable. They were only hoping to snap Prime out of it.
"Sunstreaker! Sideswipe!"
The twins jumped, half expecting it to be Optimus. To their surprise and horror, it was Ratchet. The medic looked unpleased by their presence. The twins gave half smiles and attempted escape. It was hopeless, however.
"I need one of you," Ratchet sighed. "I know it's late but it'll only take a minute."
"Why?" they snapped.
"Optimus wants me to fix one of the communication beams outside. Everyone's asleep by now though. He said you two were still up though," Ratchet explained.
"He's on to us," whispered Sideswipe. "We gotta abort."
"Come on!" howled Ratchet, annoyed by the silence.
Sunstreaker watched in horror as Ratchet pulled his twin away. Sideswipe motioned for him to call Prowl and abort the mission. Optimus was already on to them and was using the other Autobots as a shield. Sunstreaker activated his Comm. Link.
Meanwhile, Prowl was in the north hall, close to the entrance. He snarled as Sunstreaker explained what had happened. They were supposed to plant the traps, a key part in the mission. Hear a commotion, he notice Ratchet pulling Sideswipe over to the entrance. A chance to fix the problem occurred.
"Ratchet, what are you doing?" Prowl growled.
"Prime told me to fix the communication tower," replied Ratchet. "he said one of the twins would help me."
"Currently, they are supposed to be helping me. Sideswipe needs to assist Sunstreaker, now!" howled Prowl.
"But Prime…"
"Tomorrow. Trust me, the tower isn't too bad. It can wait," Prowl assured, pulling Sideswipe away from Ratchet.
The medic yawned. He gave a light smile and walked away, glad to be going to bed. Sideswipe quickly thanked Prowl and ran to catch up with Sunny. Prowl sighed. Optimus was on to them quicker than expected.
"We should abort for tonight," sighed Prowl.
"It would only be logical to give up all together."
Prowl perked, noticing the voice quickly. He turned around to find his leader towering over. Optimus chuckled. Prowl gulped. As of now, Prowl was hoping that Megatron would attack. The Decepticon leader seemed far less frightening than his leader.
"Let's talk, shall we, Prowl?" Optimus hummed, pulling the strategist along by the shoulder.
"W-w-what about, sir?" stuttered Prowl.
"I think you know."
Jazz peered around the corner of the south wing hallway. He watched as Ratchet went to his room for recharge. He was supposed to be the backup plan, in case all else fails. He'd either hold off Prime or assist the twins if needed. At the moment, however, the Comm. Link was quiet. Too quiet. He couldn't even get conversation out to Red Alert, who was in the hall beside him.
"Something's wrong," whispered Jazz.
"You think," stuttered Red Alert, coming over. "I hope everyone's okay."
"Agreed," nodded Jazz.
"A little late to be out in the halls, don't you think?"
"Optimus!" gasped Jazz and Red, turning to face their leader.
"It's late, why don't you two get some rest," the leader assured. "I've already sent Prowl and the twins to their rooms."
"Gulp," whispered Jazz.
A/N
So much for that plan. Not that I really had a plan in my head to work...oh well. Do you think Prime really sent them "to bed"?