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By Black Dragon Queen
Author's Note: Another "blah" chapter but needed. I'm off to bed. ^^;
Chapter One Hundred Ten: Gearing Up
“Are we all set to go exploring?” Red Alert called out cheerfully as he burst into what was normally ‘Bee and Barricade’s hanger, smiling brightly. The current occupants were as forgiving as it’s main tenants however, and Red was forced to doge a rather torn up couch as it was hurled his way.
“DO YOU SLAGGING KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?”
“Who opened the door? It’s bright out! Oh Primus, I think I’m blind!”
“Shut the door!”
Red waited a moment before he stepped away from the wall and peered around the corner back into the hanger. Silence greeted him as the three mechs inside had apparently gone back into recharge. With a small shake of his head he braced himself and quickly slipped into the building again. “Hello!” he called out a bit more quietly. “Guys? Exploring? You know. Secret underground bunker filled with either wonders beyond your imagination or the worst horrors this side of Starscream.” There was a muffled chuckle before silence reigned once again. Red frowned and crossed his arms as he glared down at the three supposedly snoozing mechs. “This was your idea you know,” he drawled.
There was a pause before he heard a sigh. “He’s right you know,” one voice muttered.
“It’s seven in the morning,” the larger figure grumbled. “I don’t get up before noon, you know that Groundhog.”
“Well I can’t get back to sleep now,” Motorhead sighed as he sat up. Shuttering his optics he looked over at where Red was standing by the door where the bright sunlight was invading the building. “Good morning,” he yawned.
Red nodded as Groundhog also sat up. “Morning,” Red greeted the still half-charging mech. “We’re going to head down there in one hour.” He looked over at the third mech hesitantly.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get him up,” Motorhead said through a yawn as he climbed to his feet. Only to then curse as his head hit the catwalk. “I can’t understand how Barricade lives like this,” he muttered as he checked his head for dents.
“Usually he’s hanging around in his alt mode,” Red said with a chuckle. "That and I think he and the First Team have gotten used to maneuvering around the human’s equipment. Especially the need to duck when going in and out of the buildings.”
“Now you tell me,” Motorhead huffed.
Groundhog just snickered at his teammates grumbling as he clearly had no trouble with the catwalk due to his rather petite height. “We’ll meet you by the main hanger,” he told the Autobot Security Chief, still snickering.
Red just nodded as he made his exit and headed back towards his own hanger. “Three down, three to go,” he chuckled as he threw open the doors. “Inferno! Time to get up!”
“Don’t wanna!” Inferno muttered as he rolled back over, away from the light shining in from the open door.
Red just smirked as he leaned against the door frame nonchalantly. “Okay, if you don’t want to get up then don’t get up,” he spoke slowly. “I’ll just keep the ‘Con’s company since they’re up too.”
“What?”
Red grinned as Inferno sat bolt upright and stared at him in shock. “Well, now that you’re up, you can help me get Hound and Bluestreak,” he grinned.
Inferno just continued to stare at him stunned before he groaned and flopped back down to the floor. “This was you plan, wasn’t it?” Red just grinned at him and Inferno sighed as he finally sat back up and got to his feet. “You know Hound is more than likely up already.”
“True,” Red shrugged. “But we need to get Bluestreak up.”
“Mmph.”
Red chuckled at the noncommittal mutter from Inferno as he turned and began heading towards the next hanger in line, bypassing the few that were missing their usual occupants. He spoke to Blaster momentarily as the mech made his own way towards the main hanger to await the morning transmission from the others before Red continued on down the line of hangers. He made his way to the one that Hound currently shared with the smaller gunner and poked his head in.
“Hello?” He called out as he knocked on the door. Silence answered him and with a frown he stepped further into the building and glanced about. No one was there.
Red stared at the empty hanger for a long moment before he finally got back to himself and closed the door, glancing around the courtyard for the two missing mechs. He spotted Inferno finally exiting their hanger, yawning the whole while, and strangely, over by the far hanger Groundhog and Motorhead were quite literally dragging Rollerforce out by his ankles. Red had to look again just to make sure he wasn’t seeing things but nope, they were dragging their third member across the yard, clear as day.
Inferno was staring at the three ‘Cons in morbid fascination, now completely awake as Red made his way over. “What are they doing?” Inferno asked as he watched the group.
Red shrugged just as baffled. They had their answer soon enough as Groundhog took both ankles while Motorhead raced ahead to get the gate. Racing back, the other ‘Con grabbed Rollerforce’s arms and between the two of them, they maneuvered Rollerforce right out of the base. There was mass sputtering and shouting as the two literally tossed their third companion into the moat before taking off in opposite directions away from their team member.
“DAMN IT YOU TWO! You better keep running if you know what’s good for ya! When I get you, so help me Primus, I swear I will bury you up to your necks and leave ya to bake!”
Red was snickering as he watched Rollerforce clamber out of his moat and shake off the water like a rather large dog. The chuckle grew to a full out laugh as there was an indignant “hey!” and Hound took two steps back away from the damp ‘Con in order to avoid another bath. Rollerforce looked unfazed by the Autobot’s predicament as he tried to shake the water out of his leg panels. “Yuck, I hate water.”
Red was still laughing as the ‘Con wandered away and he made his way towards the now soggy Hound. “You okay?” he chuckled.
“Yeah,” Hound frowned as he shook off the water that had been dumped on him. “I just wanted to see what the fuss was about.” He sighed as he shook out his arms. “I wasn’t expecting a downpour.” Red just shook his head as he tried to help his friend wipe off the extra moisture.
“What happened over here?” Bluestreak asked as he appeared around the corner and took in Hound’s damp appearance. “What happened to you Hound?”
“Took an unexpected shower,” Hound muttered. He looked over at Red. “You think Ratchet would mind if I snitched one of his sheets?”
“If we wash it before he finds out,” Red shrugged.
“Right. Be right back.”
“No, really. What happened?” Bluestreak asked curiously as he watched Hound meander away.
“Hound was just an innocent bystander,” Red told him before he shot the other mech a sharp look. “Better question. Why are you already up?”
Bluestreak actually ducked his head and looked away and Red watched him curiously. He looked back at where the ‘Cons had disappeared before he looked back at Bluestreak. Inferno was also staring down at Bluestreak, curiously. “What’s with you lately?” the larger fire rig demanded.
“Oh, nothing!” Bluestreak perked back up. “So when are we going to check out the underground base?”
“Around eight,” Red told him, allowing the change in conversation. “You want to help me gather the supplies?”
“Sure,” Bluestreak jumped at the chance. “Later Inferno.”
“Hmph,” Inferno shrugged as he turned back around and headed for the hanger he shared with Red. “I’m going to try and doze some more. Call me when we’re ready!”
Red just watched his husband walk away, a small smile on his face when he realized that Bluestreak was watching him intently. “Ahem. Shall we?” Red asked as he turned towards the main hanger.
Bluestreak nodded and the two turned and began making their way across the compound towards the large main hanger. Amazingly, Bluestreak remained quiet as they walked and this instantly caught Red's attention. He glanced over at the other mech and was surprised to see Bluestreak glancing over at himself every once in a while before he looked back down at the ground. Red was about to ask when Bluestreak suddenly spoke.
“What’s it like?”
“What?” Red looked over at the mech surprised.
Bluestreak caught Red’s optic before he quickly looked away. “No, never mind. It was stupid.”
Red frowned before he suddenly realized what it was that Bluestreak was thinking about and with a quick glance to make sure no one was about, he snagged Bluestreak’s arm and pulled him into a small ally between two hangers. He smiled down at the surprised gunner. “It’s like floating in zero gravity with stars whizzing by you in some bizarre, wonderful dance.”
Bluestreak stared up at him shocked as Red grinned. “Really?”
Red nodded. “Trust yourself and believe in him as well.”
“What? But-but-but,” Bluestreak just stared at him stunned; his mouth dropping open before he snapped it close only to have it drop down again. "He's a 'CON!" he finally yelped.
Red shook his head, his smile dropping. "The war is over Bluestreak," he said quietly. "It's like Primus said, we're all Cybertronions. Dose it really matter anymore?"
"But-but," Bluestreak's mouth opened and closed like a landed fish as he tried to formulate a response.
Red sighed. "Look, the only advice I can give you is listen to what your Spark is trying to tell you," he said with a small shrug. "You know what's right for you."
Bluestreak continued to stare at him stunned. "But- but he's a 'Con!" he said again. "And the others will freak and-"
Red grinned and gave the frazzled mech a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of Inferno.” Red then totally shocked Bluestreak by winking. “Besides, I think he’s cute too!”
“RED!” Bluestreak gasped, astonished.
Red just threw back his head and laughed. “Come on, let’s go get the supplies.”
Bluestreak frowned but allowed the other mech to pull him along towards the main hanger where they found Hound still there, buffing his shin panels with one of Ratchet’s sheets while Blaster helped to get his back. “This has been a heck of a morning already,” Hound sighed.
“You have no idea,” Bluestreak muttered as he glanced over at Red before heading to sit on one of the many boxcars that filled the hanger.
Hound just glanced at his younger teammate puzzled before he shrugged and tossed the sheet aside. “Right, well; where is everything?” he asked, turning to Red.
“In the Gremlin Box,” Red answered easily.
Blaster turned to stare at the security chief. “The what?"
"The Gremlin Box," Red repeated with a smirk.
"You’re kidding,” Hound gaped.
“Nope,” Red laughed jerking a thumb at the small boxcar shoved in the corner, “over here."
The other three watched amazed as Red pulled the door open and began yanking out different items that had been crammed in there. “Okay, we’ve got lights, cables, some flares… Hmmm…” Red set aside one of Ratchet’s larger tools as he dug further into the back.
The other Autobots watched gobsmacked as Red continued to pull item after item out of the box. “Just how much is in there anyway?” Hound finally asked as Red pulled out a large searchlight.
“Enough,” Red chuckled as he handed the light off to Blaster.
“Okay, we’re here. What needs to be done?”
The Autobots looked up at the door as Groundhog and Motorhead entered the main hanger, both carrying their own set of lights and gear. Red looked at the items in surprise. “I didn’t know you guys already had your own equipment.”
Groundhog just shrugged as he shifted a loop of cable over his shoulder. “We’re ‘Cons. If we don’t carry our own slag ourselves then if we don’t have it when we need it we’re stuck in a moat without a paddle.”
Blaster and Bluestreak seemed confused but Hound nodded at this announcement as Red chuckled. “I suppose you’re right,” he said as he got to his feet. “You’re not the kind who’ll share your toys, are you?”
Groundhog just smirked. “So are we off to the underground base?”
“In a little while,” Red nodded as he put the extra equipment back into the boxcar while Hound and Bluestreak began gathering the different items they were going to take. “We just have to wait for the humans.”
“The humans?” Groundhog looked up surprised. “What do we need them for?”
Red grinned. “They kind of have to open the doors for one. The other is that Simmons might be able to help since he was once part of Sector Seven.”
“The male human that keeps gaping up at us whenever we walk by like he’s never seen giant alien robots before?” Motorhead asked curiously as he picked up the extra generator Bluestreak had been struggling to pick up along with his own set of lights. “What’s with him anyway?”
“He was part of the human faction that was studying Megatron all those years. He’s still trying to figure out that we don’t really mean any harm,” Red chuckled. “Shall we then?”
The two ‘Cons exited the building ahead of the others and quickly made a wide circle as they found Inferno waiting for everyone outside. “So let’s get this over with,” Inferno sighed as he took Red’s extra cable and slung it over his own shoulder. He frowned as he looked at the ‘Cons. “Aren’t we missing one?”
“I’m here!”
The group turned surprised to find Rollerforce coming around the corner, carrying his own equipment that he dropped to the ground as he caught up with everyone. “Well, I’m set,” he grinned madly.
“Whoa! Check out the gear!” Motorhead stared down at the assorted cannons, blasters and extra chargers.
“Indeed,” Groundhog frowned. “Just where did you find all this?”
“Found the ammo shed,” Rollerforce shrugged as he looked over his acquired items happily.
There was a moan and the group turned to find the four Autobots staring at the gear in abject horror. “That wasn’t a shed,” Red Alert groaned, dropping his head in his hand. “That was Ironhide’s hanger.”
Rollerforce’s grin got wider, if that was possible. “Really?”
“Put it back ‘Force,” Groundhog frowned.
“But we might need it!” Rollerforce instantly countered. “Besides, I think I’ve grown attached to them.” He hefted a larger cannon to prove his point and Groundhog just glared as Motorhead sighed and set his gear down along with the generator.
“Get comfortable. This may take a while,” he sighed as he leaned against the building.
“Which we don’t have time for if we want to get the maximum search time in,” Red announced as he picked up his gear again. “Just take what you can carry.”
“RED!” Inferno yelped as he turned to stare at his small husband in shock.
“Oh don’t worry,” Red told his distraught mate. “He’s the one who’s going to lead the way.”
“I’m doing what now?” Rollerforce looked over at the smaller red mech in stunned surprise.
“Either lead or leave the weapons. Your choice,” Red shrugged.
Rollerforce just stood there stunned as Groundhog turned to look at the Autobot critically. “You sure you weren’t a ‘Con in a past life?” he asked.
“Not that I’m aware of,” Red chuckled. “When the others get back I’ll have Sam ask Primus on his next visit.”
Now all three ‘Cons were just staring at him confused. “Primus?” Motorhead glanced over at Bluestreak puzzled.
“Er… yeah. Long story,” Bluestreak shrugged as he took a small step away from Motorhead. The 'Con didn't seem to notice however as he started gathering his own stuff along with most of Bluestreaks. Bluestreak frowned and took another step away, throwing Red a desperate look.
Red just shrugged back before he turned to Rollerforce and looked at him expectantly. “Well?”
Rollerforce scowled for a long moment before he sighed. “Yeah, might as well. I don’t want to give this cannon back any time soon.”
“Great,” Inferno growled.
“Just be sure to put it back where you found it,” Groundhog snarled.
“And we mean exactly where you found it,” Hound said with a nod. “Ironhide knows his equipment and he knows when it’s been messed with.”
“Good morning!” The group of mechs all turned to find Maggie making her way towards them with a wave, Simmons trailing behind her at a much slower pace. “Are we ready to go?”
“Miss Maggie?” Red asked surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m coming with you, obviously,” Maggie grinned as she pulled out an object from her fanny pack and waved her own flashlight in the air. “I’ve been down there everyday for the past month! I’m dying to find out what else is there!”
“Wait for me!”
“Mikaela?” Red yelped as the younger girl jogged towards them. “Don’t tell me you’re coming as well?”
“Yup,” Mikaela grinned, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. “Why should you guys have all the fun? Plus, I didn’t think it would be this boring without Sam and the others.”
“Boring?” Inferno yelped surprised.
“Face it ‘Bot. You’re boring,” Rollerforce snickered.
“Are you sure?” Red asked the girl, ignoring the small banter behind him as he leaned down and allowed Mikaela to step up in his offered hand.
“Yeah,” Maggie was the one who answered as she stepped up into Hound’s hand. “We’re sure. We’re not weak you know.”
Red never lost his frown. “Still. Judy may need you girls up here.”
Mikaela surprised him as she started laughing. “She’s the one who packed us lunch!”
“Plus, since you guys are going to be exploring, that means we’re not going to be working on the computers so I’m going to be going bonkers just loafing around,” Maggie added with a nod.
“And you may need us in case there are some doors only humans can go through,” Mikaela finished with a nod.
“Hey! Are you guys all set?” Fig called out as he limped his way towards the group minus his crutches and allowed Blaster to pick him up. “I’m going to hang with Blaster and listen in on the radio. You guys tell us everything, ya hear?”
“Yeah, we got ya,” Hound chuckled.
“The runway open?” Red asked as they started gathering their equipment again.
“Should be,” Simmons spoke up. Bluestreak offered his hand to Simmons who stared at it reluctantly. “Er…”
“Would you prefer to walk?” Bluestreak asked innocently.
Simmons hesitated for a moment before he sighed. “No,” he admitted and stepped up into the offered palm.
“All right then,” Red nodded as he adjusted gear, ensuring Mikaela was secure in his palm. “We’ll check in every hour on the hour,” he said to Blaster and Fig as the group made their way towards the runway. “If we find anything, be sure that we’ll call you sooner and keep you appraised.”
“I know the drill,” Blaster chuckled. “I think I can run the radio just fine.”
“Good,” Red nodded.
“Do you have the emergency backup radios?” Blaster asked almost as an after thought.
Red stopped in his tracks as he actually thought about. “Oops.”
“I’ve got some,” Groundhog announced as he pulled them out of an extra panel from his arm.
“Ah, see,” Red turned to Inferno with a large smile. “They are good for something.”
Inferno just frowned. “Whatever.”
“Do you ever get the feeling we’re just here for their amusement?” Groundhog asked his teammates with a small frown. The other two just shrugged.
“Okay. Are we all set?” Hound asked as he looked over his own equipment.
“I’m good,” Motorhead called out.
“Set,” Groundhog and Rollerforce added.
“I’m ready to go,” Maggie grinned, bouncing slightly in Hound’s hand with excitement. Only to blink in surprise as Hound held her out towards Motorhead.
“I’ll take point with Rollerforce,” Hound announced. “My guiding system should come in handy here.”
“Oh,” Motorhead blinked as he fumbled a bit with his equipment before he held out his hand for the woman to move over.
“All right then!” Red called out as he switched on his lights. “Let’s get going!”
“Good luck!” Blaster called with a wave of his free hand.
“Bye guys!” Fig called out. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
Inferno gave a halfhearted wave as they started making their way to the runway and the unknown below. Blaster shook his head as he watched them go. “Why do I not feel comfortable about this?” he muttered.
Fig just chuckled. “Called intuition,” he told the mech. “But then again, sometimes you have to let fate figure a few things out too.”
“Mmm,” Blaster nodded. Suddenly there was a beep by his wrist and Blaster jerked in surprise. “That’s the convoy!” he cried out happily. “Hang on.” Blaster cupped his hand more so the human in his palm could balance as he turned and jogged towards the hanger.
“-Soundwave calling Autobot Base. Come in Base. This is Soundwave calling Autobot base. Is anyone there?-”
“I’m here Soundwave,” Blaster gasped as he snagged the microphone, allowing Fig to step down onto the computer’s small shelf. “Go ahead convoy.”
“-We’ve reunited with others and are now making our way toward Portland. Will call back after reached target city.-”
“Understood,” Blaster smiled. “No singing this time,” he chuckled, becoming a bit more relaxed
“-Primus, don’t mention that,-” Soundwave groaned. "-I'm nearly half a mile behind them just to keep from going insane.-"
Blaster chuckled. “By the way, don’t call back too soon. The others have gone down to Thirteen’s sub base to do some exploring.”
“-Already?-” Soundwave seemed surprise.
“Well, Red wanted to get an early start,” Blaster sighed.
“-Mmm,-” Soundwave hummed. There was silence for a long moment as Blaster just sat at the controls. “-Was there anything else Officer Blaster?-”
“Huh?” Blaster sat up surprised. “Oh… um. Nothing else to report here.” He paused. “Was Prowl upset with Jazz?” he asked curiously.
“-More relived to see him than anything else.-”
“Oh. Well, okay then. Will await your next transmission.”
“-Understood,-” Soundwave replied. “-Have a good day Officer Blaster.-”
“You too,” Blaster said quickly before the transmission was cut.
There was a small chuckle from Fig. “You guys aren’t all that different from us humans, are you?”
Blaster just turned away and began shuffling with a stack of data pads. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Fig just snickered again. “Have it your way,” he said with a shrug. “I’ll just go check on the ladies and maybe get some breakfast.”
“Oh, right.” Blaster held out a hand and helped the human back down to the ground. “Can you make it to the mess hall?”
“Yeah, I’m good!” Fig grinned as he turned for the door. “Just go back too dreaming about your lover boy!”
“WHAT?” Blaster screeched.
Fig just laughed as he left the building. “Epps was right. This place is a blast!”
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: Join us next time for chapter One Hundred Eleven: Car Games
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