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Author's Note: Saw "Star Trek" last night AND IT WAS SLAGGING AWESOME! But not as awesome as the TRANSFORMER TRAILER BEFORE IT! W00T! *dances around the computer lab* I'm going to have to puzzle this out though because from what I can tell, Sam is starting to suffer the similar visions as his great grandfather, writing the Cybertronion language and everything. And he's in college now but he didn't take 'Bee with him? O.o? This is either going to be slagging fantastic or a real downer.
Chapter One Hundred Twenty: A Mini Meeting
Red Alert sighed as he rolled over and looked about the main hanger. The exact same four walls that he had ended up staring at all day yesterday. Primus, he needed to get out of there. He glanced over at the bunk next to his and was happy to see Inferno once again sound asleep. Red supposed that since he was out for the count and wasn’t giving anyone any orders that the others were taking this as a rather impromptu vacation. Boy were they going to be sore when he got Groundhog to give him the all clear!
With a small chuckle, Red slowly sat up and slid carefully off his bed. Static suddenly assaulted his vision screen before it all went back to normal and Red frowned as he looked down at his stomach. “Stop that,” he whispered harshly, though a large grin graced his features. He was so excited that he could barely contain himself. He thought he would have to wait for Ratchet to return before getting an actual confirmation on his pregnancy but Groundhog had been the one to confirm it for him. ‘Why didn’t I think to have him check me out in the first place?’ Red wondered absently as he stood up and stretched slightly.
There was a small noise to his left and Red Alert whirled around, wondering if activating his cannon would wake Inferno but at the same time suspicious of the smallest of things, including the now continues chatter that was coming from behind Ratchet’s monitor unit. He frowned as was just about to activate his cannons when bright neon green optics suddenly peeked out from behind the machine. Red just gaped in total surprise as he instantly recognized the small mech he had seen when he first woke up.
He stared at the small mech as the small mech continued to stare right back at him. It took Red a moment to realize that the mech was actually staring at his arm which Red was still holding up in the air in preparation for activating his cannons. With a small, embarrassed smile, Red slowly lowered his arm and held up his hands to show no threat. “Hey there little fella,” he spoke softly. “What’s your name?”
The bright green eyes continued to stare at him before there was an almost hiccupping chirp and the tiny white mech quickly scuttled away. Red sighed as he heard the scrambling and with a quick check found himself laughing quietly at the hole that was suddenly burned through the wall of the hanger. Obviously that had to have been the game machine that Hound had mentioned.
“Awake I see.”
Red looked as Hound’s voice suddenly reached his audio sensors, as if the mech had been summoned by his very thoughts. Red turned and made a shushing gesture as he pointed at the still snoozing Inferno. “I don’t want to wake him up,” Red explained. “He looked extremely worn down the last time I was awake.”
“Are you surprised?” Hound chuckled as he quickly dropped the volume in his voice and followed Red out of the hanger and into the main yard. “He’s had quite a shock to his system the past few days,” Hound finished in his normal tone.
Red just snorted. “I can’t understand why he would be so surprised. He knew I wanted a sparkling.”
“Yeah, but probably not this soon,” Hound laughed.
Red just shrugged though he never lost his grin. “What’s done is done,” he said as he looked over at the still open runway that lead to the underground base. “So what’s going on with the gremlins?”
Hound turned to look at him surprised. “What do you mean?”
Red practically pounced on him at that innocent query. “I mean how have you been contacting them? Have they said anything yet? What are they like? Do they have names?”
“Whoa! Slow down there Red! One question at a time,” a new voice laughed and the two Autobots turned to find Groundhog wandering over with Motorhead and Bluestreak.
Strangely enough, Bluestreak was walking rather closely to Groundhog and it took Red a moment to realize that the younger Autobot was using the ‘Con medic as some sort of buffer. He shook his head. Poor Motorhead looked lost. Red sent him a small, sympathetic look before he turned to Groundhog. “I’m just trying to get an idea of the situation here,” he told the ‘Con.
“What situation?” Groundhog asked curiously as he looked at Red from head to toe. “Are you sure your feeling well enough to be up?”
“I’m fine,” Red huffed. “What I want to know is what’s going on with the three new mechs we found? What’s the situation?”
“The situation is we have no idea of the situation,” Rollerforce told him as the larger ‘Con came out of a side building. “We’re up here and they’re down in the underground base.”
Red stared at the truck in surprise. “But I thought…”
“I’ve got some questions of my own you know!” Maggie suddenly called out as she exited the human barracks with Fig behind her after spotting Red in the courtyard. “Like when we can get back down there and continue going through Thirteen’s files!”
Hound frowned at the woman. “And like we said, until we determine just how much of a threat, if any, these new mechs pose we can’t let you down there.”
Maggie snorted. “A likely story.”
Fig actually frowned as he leaned his crutches against the building and allowed Motorhead to pick him up. “But these creatures were created with the rock, weren’t they? The power rock?”
“‘All Spark’,” Maggie corrected with a roll of her eyes before she turned to Hound. “Optimus said that the All Spark only created basic creatures, right? Raw mechs or something?”
“Or something,” Hound sighed as he bent down and allowed the girl to climb up. “Something to do with what Sector Seven did with it. Running electrical current through it or something?”
“Power surges,” Simmons announced as he stepped out onto the small porch area. “And don’t ask me to elaborate because that was more the scientist’s department.”
“Burgen?” Red instantly demanded as he held out a hand for the man.
Simmons frowned at the offered hand but climbed up nonetheless. “Not sure,” he admitted. “No one really knew what his department was and nobody dared ask.”
“Slag,” Red huffed.
“I agree with you there,” Bluestreak frowned. “Those Sector Thirteen guys are vicious! You should have seen how they chased us out of the grocery store and then down the highway! It was-”
“We all got it,” Rollerforce interrupted with a frown.
Bluestreak pouted but Motorhead placed a hand on his shoulder. “You were in a fight with them?” Motorhead’s red optics were shining. “I would love to hear about it.”
Bluestreak instantly perked back up, seemingly uncaring about the hand on his shoulder but before he could start again, Hound quickly picked the conversation back up. “The point is,” he stressed, “is that we’re unsure of just what these smaller… Earth mechs I suppose you could call them, are capable of, or even if they‘re at all intelligent!”
“At least they’re staying underground,” Rollerforce sighed. “We probably won’t have to deal with them until Prime and the rest of your main unit gets back.”
Red turned to look at them completely stunned. “What do you mean ‘staying underground’?”
The group looked at him surprised. “Just what I said,” Rollerforce frowned. “They’ve stayed underground so what’s there to worry about and why are you shaking your head?”
Red just continued to shake his head. “I’ve seen the one smaller one, the white one, twice now.”
“WHAT?” everyone there bellowed at once.
Red frowned as he took a small step back. “Just what I said. I saw him when I woke up the first time and then again this just now.”
“Slag it! I knew we should have continued keeping watch on the runway,” Rollerforce snarled.
“Or at least closed the thing,” Hound sighed. “This is not good.”
“Have you seen anything?” Groundhog asked the three humans and each one of them shook their heads.
“What about the others?” Hound asked.
“I would think they would have told us,” Fig said with a frown.
“Knowing Judy, maybe not,” Red sighed. He passed a surprised Simmons over to a stunned Groundhog and turned to head back into the main hanger. “This is not going to be fun,” he muttered as he wandered over to Inferno. “Get up!” he huffed as he gave his husband a rather forceful shove.
“Wha-? What’s going on? Who’s attacking-?” Inferno turned to stare up at Red in surprise. “Red! You’re up!”
“Yeah I’m up,” Red nodded as he turned around and walked over to the computer. “And I’m beginning to wish I had just stayed asleep.”
Inferno glanced over at where Hound, Bluestreak and the three ‘Cons were standing with three of the humans completely baffled. “What’d I miss?”
Rollerforce just shrugged as they watched Red grab a large microphone and activated the base’s sound system. “Blaster, we need you at the main hanger ASAP!” Red spoke through the piece. “Also all humans please report to the main hanger as well… It seems that we need to have a meeting.”

“Do you know what this is about?” Judy asked Blaster after she and Carol caught up to the large mech as they were all wandering towards the main hanger.
Blaster shrugged. “Search me,” the communications mech said around a rather large yawn. “But apparently Red’s feeling better.”
“I don’t know why they would want me there,” Carol said with a frown as she followed Judy. “I can’t possibly help them with anything.”
“Just humor us? Please Carol?” Judy tried to reason with the other woman.
Carol just frowned before she sighed and nodded. “But if this is going to be another long meeting like those other ones these aliens tend to have, I’d better get a drink first.”
Judy just waved as the woman turned to head back to the barracks and allowed Blaster to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way. They arrived just as Maggie appeared dragging Glen behind her. “Come on Glen! This is important!”
“Not at eight in the morning it’s not!” Glen said forcefully. “Unless we’re being attacked by Starscream or Sector Thirteen’s coming down the road, it’s not that important.”
“Yes, it is Glen,” Maggie frowned and turned to head into the hanger.
Blaster just chuckled as he allowed Judy to step up onto the catwalk. “You all right up here?”
“Yes, thank you Blaster,” Judy nodded as she quickly made her way to where Mikaela was already seated. “What’s going on?”
Mikaela shrugged. “For once, I’m as much in the dark as you are,” she said with a frown.
“Oh dear,” Judy muttered as Red wandered over to Optimus’ podium and rapped his knuckles on the metal.
“Okay everyone, let’s get right to it,” Red said in a very no-nonsense tone. “One: we have three mechs living under our base. We don’t know their intelligence, powers or allegiances due to the fact that a- they were inadvertently created during the fight in Mission City and b- they were under Sector Thirteen’s control for at least six months. Any questions so far?” No one spoke up and Red nodded and continued. “Two: they have been spotted above ground wandering around our own base which means that a- they are not as contained as we thought they were and b- they do have some form of intelligence though the limits of that intelligence is still in question. Did everyone get that?” There were a lot of head’s nodding by the end of Red’s speech and the security mech sighed. “So here’s the thing,” he said tiredly. “What do we do about it?”
“I vote we shoot them!”
“Rollerforce!” Groundhog snapped.
“What? They pose a threat, don’t they?” Rollerforce sounded affronted by Groundhog’s quick rebuke.
“We’re not shooting anybody,” Red bit out. “No matter how much we may want to.” Rollerforce shifted under Red’s pointed stare. “What we have to figure out is whether or not these… Earth Mechs are a threat.”
“But they haven’t attacked you have they?” Judy called down from the balcony.
“Yet,” Hound sighed. “It’s the yet that has us worried.”
“Would you even be able to fight them?” Fig demanded. “You know nothing about them.”
“Exactly!” Mikaela shouted. “You don’t know anything about them. Why assume that they’re hostile? What if they’re not?”
“We can’t take that chance,” Red told her sadly.
Mikaela frowned at them. “But you can’t just fight them!”
“Maybe we could capture them?” Blaster offered hesitantly. “Make a trap or something?”
“Or something,” Inferno frowned. “Remember that tiny one has acid for defense and who knows how powerful that truck is.”
“SUV,” Judy corrected absently as she thought over the current situation.
“We may be looking at this the wrong way…”
“What?” Everyone turned to stare at Bluestreak and the young gunner shrank a bit under all the stares.
“Well, I mean… Optimus said that the mechs that Sector Seven created were young mechs, right? What if they don’t know the difference between us and the humans?”
“What are you talking about?” Inferno frowned as he turned around to stare at the blue Nissan.
Bluestreak shrugged. “I’m just saying they were created on Earth, and then taken away and studied by humans. All they’ve seen are humans so far so they might just be scared of us,” and Bluestreak gestured to himself and everyone else. “Aside from each other, they’ve never seen Cybertronions.”
Most of the mechs in the gallery were just staring at Bluestreak in complete sunned surprise but Red Alert actually looked as if he wanted to just run over and hug the mech. “Bluestreak you are a genius!”
Bluestreak jumped a bit in surprise. “I am?”
“Red, you can’t be serious,” Rollerforce began to protest but Red was nodded his head enthusiastically.
“No! He may be on to something!” he insisted. “Every time I saw the small white mech-”
“X-box,” Mikaela supplied.
“-He was just staring at me with what I now know was curiosity!” Red finished with a large grin.
“What was staring at who?” Inferno yelped as he jumped to his feet and quickly made his way to the podium and his now frowning husband. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded looking like he wanted nothing better than to reach out and shake Red.
“Because I knew you would freak,” Red told him. “He didn’t do anything to me and I had thought you guys had at least had some contact with them.”
“You have to be careful!” Inferno told him sternly. “Especially with the Sparkling.”
Red growled as he turned to face his husband. “I know how to take care of myself, thank you!”
“Oooo, a fight! This ought to be good,” Rollerforce looked like he was finally interested in the goings on when Groundhog reached over and whapped him upside the head. “What?”
“Honestly,” Groundhog sighed.
Red and Inferno, however, didn’t give the ‘Cons any of their attention as both of them were focused on each other. “I will not have you dictating to me just because I have a second spark in me now,” Red huffed offended.
Inferno was instantly on the defensive. “Red, I just worry about you-”
“Save it,” Red frowned as he once more stepped behind the podium. He continued to frown at Inferno until the other fire mech finally huffed and turned back around to head to his seat. Though he surprised everyone when he made a quick turn and plopped down next to Groundhog instead of returning to his original place.
The ‘Con medic glanced at the large rescue mech but didn’t say anything, instead turning back to the front to hear what else Red had to say. So far, it had been a very interesting meeting. Better than any meeting the Decepticons had anyway. Rollerforce frowned at the other large mech but said nothing, intentionally turning away from growling Autobot.
Red Alert held his frown a moment longer before he sighed. “I think that Bluestreak is correct in his observation. It could very well be that we’re dealing not with fully functioning mechs but rather scared sparklings!”
“That can beat the crap out of us,” Inferno grumbled. “They still have their own weaponry, let’s not forget that.”
“And we don’t even know what those weapons are!” Rollerforce added. Inferno glanced over astounded at the red ‘Con who just frowned at him. “What? I’m agreeing with you.”
“That’s what surprises me,” Inferno frowned.
“Well you both are idiots,” Red huffed.
“Red!” Inferno yelped.
“You are!” Red insisted. “The last thing we want to do is actually harm them! I think Sector Thirteen would have done enough of that!”
Both Rollerforce and Inferno slouched a little at that statement and now all four of the others were glaring at the pair. Poor Groundhog seated between the two didn’t know who to glare at first. Blaster just shook his head and turned away from the two, stunned at how childish they could actually be while Motorhead and Bluestreak glared at the two, glad that it was them for once who was getting the complete dressing down. The two younger mechs glanced at one another and instantly nodded, both understanding that they each had to deal with some form of a ‘you’re too young/naive/inexperienced’ speech from their own respective large red teammates.
Inferno and Rollerforce did not seem the least amused but Red could feel a small smirk begin to creep upward. If this is what it took to get those two to at least tolerate each other, Red was more than willing to dish out a little harsh criticism, even to his own husband. He frowned and quickly shook his head as he tried to get back to the main subject. “So we’re unsure what exactly to do about the gremlins?”
“It depends,” Groundhog sighed. “We don’t have enough information at this point.”
“And until we do, what are we just going to sit on our afts?” Motorhead huffed.
“We can’t do that either,” Hound sighed. “Who knows what they may be up too?”
The mechs all went silent, each one lost in their own thoughts as Fig looked over at Mikaela and Judy. “They always this deep?” he asked curiously.
“These mechs have only been on the Earth for a month or so,” Mikaela shrugged.
“It’s the First Team that act more like us,” Judy chuckled.
“More like children,” Simmons huffed.
All three women turned to frown at him while Fig and Glen glanced over at the ex Sector Seven agent confused. “Meaning?” Fig asked.
“Meaning they’re all completely nuts,” Simmons finally burst out before he stood and walked over to the guardrail to look down at the Cybertronions. “What do you need us for?” he shouted down at them.
Red jerked in surprise as he looked up at the humans assembled in the balcony. “Oh, right. Well basically we just want you to keep an eye out for the Earth mechs.” He frowned. “Should we keep calling them that?”
“Maybe ‘terraformers’?” Mikaela asked with a chuckle
“Can’t we just keep calling them gremlins?” Blaster asked with a small laugh. “We could drive ‘Hide even crazier than he already is!”
“Blaster,” Hound tried his best to frown at the younger mech but unfortunately, the scout couldn’t keep his own smile off his face.
“Just watch out for the gremlins,” Red chuckled.
“Will do,” Mikaela saluted.
“Then I assume its meeting adjourned?” Rollerforce asked the room at large.
“I suppose so,” Red sighed before he glanced at Blaster. “By the way, when’s your next communication with Optimus and the others?”
Blaster jumped in surprise before he checked his internal calendar. “If they stayed on course this time, they should be nearing the Canada border soon so probably this afternoon?”
“Right, I suppose we should mention this…” Red trailed off.
Hound just chuckled as he stood and stretched. “And what exactly can they do about it?”
Bluestreak just laughed. “So we’re not going to tell them?” he grinned. “We’re so evil.”
“Can’t argue with you there,” Rollerforce announced as he too stood up. “Every single previous assumption we had about you Autobots have been shot to hell these past few days.”
“So glad to disappoint you,” Red smiled.
“Groundhog… a word please?” Inferno spoke quietly to the mech next to him.
“What’s up Inferno?” the green mech turned to look at the Autobot curiously.
“Yeah, what’s up Inferno?” Red asked as he was instantly down on the main floor and right next to his husband. “What’s going on?”
Inferno frowned but sighed as he turned back to Groundhog, fully aware that the other mechs as well as the humans had yet to actually leave and were listening in very intently. “You never mentioned anything about Red’s internal glitch when you examined him,” Inferno finally stated.
Groundhog looked from Red to Inferno then back again, completely puzzled. “What glitch?” he asked in all honesty.
Even Red turned to look at Groundhog in surprise. “You mean you missed it?” Inferno cried out in disbelief. “I thought you were supposed to be this great medic.”
“I’m an engineer,” Groundhog frowned. “And there is no possibly way I would miss something in a medical examination. So please clarify what in the world you two are talking about.”
“His glitch,” Inferno corrected with a small frown. “Red sustained an internal malfunction during one of the battles back on Cybertron. Ratchet said he couldn’t reach it without harming Red’s mainframe even further and it acts up every once in a while. ”
Groundhog shook his head. “I didn’t see anything like that when I was examining him.” Inferno was scowling and Groundhog sighed. “But it could be that I was a bit distracted by the revelation of the sparkling,” he admitted with a shrug. “If you don’t mind Red, I’ll give you a final once over.”
Red sighed but Inferno was now grinning. “Good. Now that’s settled.”
“Honestly,” Red frowned at his husband and gave him a small shove. “You worry too much.”
“I prefer the term ‘prepared’,” Inferno countered.
“Why am I even still here?” Simmons groaned from where he was tromping down the stairs to the main floor. “If you’re not going to let us go down into the base, then why can’t I just go home?”
“Thirteen may have your place under surveillance,” Red said with a frown. “We can’t chance it.”
“Wonderful,” Simmons groused as he tromped out the door, passing Carol who was on her way in.
Carol just frowned as the man stormed out of the building before she turned to the small group of humans. “Do any of you have change for a dollar?” she asked holding up an extremely wrinkled dollar bill. “That stupid vending machine won’t take my dollar.” The five humans and eight mechs all turned to just gape at Carol in complete, utter astounded disbelief. Carol just frowned at them. “What?”
-To Be Continued

Author's Note: Please join us tomorrow for chapter One Hudnred Twenty One: Gremlins Underfoot
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