The evil side of Prime
Chapter 11: meeting of the minds
"Prowl's been doing pretty well while we were gone," mumbled Sideswipe to his brother.
"So it would seem," smiled Sunstreaker, crossing his arms.
The twins had returned to the base finding an eerie silence. Not a soul seemed to pass them as they walked around. They entered the Rec room to find Jazz in a similar daze. The three regrouped, searching for Prowl. Not yet finding the latter, they did find Ratchet. He was complaining to himself as he looked around.
"You three!" he howled as the three tried to escape down the other hall.
"We didn't do it!" replied the twins out of habit.
"Come on," Ratchet sighed. "I'm not mad at you. Prowl's the one who was waiting for you."
"Prowl?" Jazz gasped.
"Yeah, follow me," nodded Ratchet, marching down the hall.
The three Autobots exchanged glances before following Ratchet down the hall. The base continued its eerie feeling as no bot based them as they marched. It was the strangest thing. Usually the base was amazingly crowded and loud. Now it was a ghost town.
The twins found a secret door, to which neither was aware of. They cursed out at each other for not considering it. They found Wheeljack, Brawn, Cliffjumper, and Red Alert. Prowl was nowhere to be seen. Jazz smiled, clapping his hands together.
"Prowl you have out done yourself," Jazz smirked.
"Thank you," Prowl smiled, coming in behind them. "I've had some time."
"We lost Hide though," sighed Cliffjumper.
"I don't think we ever had him," mumbled Wheeljack.
"Ironhide is Prime's old friend. I don't think we could ever get him," yawned Sideswipe.
"You can never be too sure," nodded Prowl. "We never thought Prime would start pranking everyone."
"True," nodded Sunstreaker.
"You got a plan?" snapped Brawn.
"Not in the slightest," sighed Prowl. "Prime is one step ahead of us at all times."
"What we need is a game changer," offered Sideswipe.
"Something completely unpredictable," added Sunstreaker.
"Something completely random," continued Sideswipe.
"Something no one would ever think of!" cheered Sunstreaker.
There was a moment's pause as the group stared at the twins. The twins looked at each other and blushed. Prowl smiled, humming lightly.
"You guys used to be the game changers," Ratchet snarled. "And the completely random."
"Prime knows everything about every Autobot," whimpered Wheeljack.
"We've got nothing!" Jazz sighed.
"There is one thing," Prowl hummed, raising a finger.
"Oh?" the group gasped.
Prowl's smile widened, deepening his thought.
Ironhide sighed, continuing his march down the hall. The conversation in the other room was thrilling and interesting. Prowl had silenced, however, making it hard for Ironhide to deliver good information to Optimus. Ironhide didn't feel good about siding with Optimus for once. The story had been laid out after Ironhide admitted to what had happened and was willing to help Prime. Optimus was up to more than he realized.
"Well, Ironhide?" Prime welcomed.
"They got Wheeljack, Brawn and Cliffjumper," listed Ironhide with a sigh.
"Prowl got a plan yet?" Optimus mumbled, looking over a data pad.
"Didn't catch it. From the sounds of it though, they're getting someone you don't know much about. A game changer," nodded Ironhide, taking a seat.
"A game changer, huh?" hummed Optimus, looking over to Ironhide. "Now what could that be?"
Ironhide wasn't paying much attention. He was thinking of the choice he'd made. The thought of the game changer did come to mind. Something unpredictable. Something strange. Something…Ironhide perked slightly, catching Optimus Prime's attention. The leader leaned forward.
"Something wrong?"
Ironhide looked at Prime. Debating in his mind a moment, he smiled.
"Nothing, sir," he lied. "Nothing at all."
A/N
What is this game changer? Everyone but you and Prime know! Waha!