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By Black Dragon Queen
Author's Note: DON'T ASK! JUST DON'T ASK! Grrr! ...anyway, chapter 129 ended up going way past my 10 page minimum so I ended splinting it up into two chapters. I know I said 129 would be entitled "Rekindled Fevor" but that is now chapter 130. Please make take note!
Chapter One Hundred Twenty Nine: Snapshots
“Go away!” Rollerforce hollered in exasperation at the small group that was trailing behind him as he tried to complete the task that Red had given him. Unfortunately for him the three tag-a-longs didn’t understand a word he said as they continued to remain just steps behind the large red mech. “Leave me alone!” he tried again only to receive the same results as before. Two pairs of optics just stared back at him blankly while the third one twittered a bit before falling silent once more, apparently staring at him as well, though it was hard to tell since they still didn’t know if the thing had actual optics or just a guidance system.
Rollerforce let out a strangled scream in frustration before he turned back around, determined to ignore the pests and get his work done. Motorhead and Bluestreak both hid their smiles as the three gremlins, Dispensor, Gravelgrinder and Spindle, continued to follow the rather aggravated gunner as he tried to sweep up the mess he had created when he had shot at poor Mojo. He had inadvertently hit one of the larger piles of scrap that Optimus and the others had collected in the few moths before the others arrival in order to modify the human’s air base into something that they could call home. Unfortunately now it was nothing more than a large heap of smoldering, twisted metal that was mostly unusable.
‘Well perhaps Wheeljack will find some use for it,’ Red thought as he watched Rollerforce drag a larger stack of scorched I-beams out and began sorting through it to see what was salvageable. At the moment the “total loss” pile was twice the size of the “good enough” and the “undamaged” piles combined. With a shake of his head Red glanced down at the small white mech that was still standing by his feet. The small white mech looked up at him, his neon green optics bright with curiosity. “What are we to do with you guys, hmm?” he asked with a small smile. Neurotoxic just chirped at Red’s question and began bouncing around chatting nonstop.
“Have you thought of a place to keep them?” Hound asked curiously as he wandered over, a can of oil in both his hands. “The gremlins I mean.”
Red shook his head as he accepted the can Hound offered. “No idea,” he admitted with a tired sigh. “Most of the hangers are ‘claimed’ as it were, and even if we do put them in a hanger we’ll still just have to find a place for them later when the others return.”
“But for now they can be housed in the empty hanger, right?” Hound asked curiously.
“Anyone’s hanger but Ironhide’s,” Red agreed with a nod. “Perhaps we should house them in Prowl’s? He’s always neurotic about keeping things organized so it’s at least clean.”
“Jazz,” Hound said pointedly.
“Oh, right,” Red sighed as he thought about all the potentially explosive items the saboteur would have in his hanger. “Not good.”
“And he’s not the only one,” Hound chuckled. “Ratchet and Wheeljack’s should have one of those giant ‘caution’ signs on their door they have so much dangers equipment in there.”
“And we have the Race Track Patrol in ‘Bee and ‘Cade’s hanger,” Red stated with a frown. “What’s left?”
“There’s the twin’s hanger,” Hound stated with a small smirk.
“Primus forbid!” Red gasped horrified. “Do you know how much trouble those four could get into with all that paint and everything?”
Hound just shuddered. “So what’s left?”
“There’s Ratchet’s old hanger but Soundwave has been using it and we have no clue as to what’s in there,” Red admitted with a small sigh.
“True,” Hound laughed. “Then there’s Optimus’ hanger.”
Red groaned. “He’s got all his data pads in there.”
“Well we have to put them somewhere,” Hound stated with a small frown. “There’s only so much space around here.”
“What we need is to get a stable base of operations up for ourselves and soon,” Blaster stated as he joined the group, having heard the last half of his friend’s conversation. “Or at least ask Keller for more of these hanger buildings if nothing else.”
“Certainly would help when the rain comes, that’s for sure,” Hound agreed with a nod of his head. “Especially when the other teams finally manage to receive Optimus’ transmission and start heading out.”
Red nodded in agreement as he took a small sip of oil. He glanced over at the scout with a small frown as a though occurred to him. “How do you think Mirage will handle being on this planet?” he asked curiously. “You yourself seem to have adapted well, but that could just be the fact that you love anything and everything, you giant eco nut.”
Hound surprised Blaster when he simply shrugged at Red’s question. “One never knows when Mirage is concerned,” he admitted as he took a sip of his own oil. “Mirage has very different views of things.”
Red just nodded as if he expected the answer. “Considering he was a member of the upper crust prior to the war, it’s understandable.”
“‘Upper crust’?” Hound repeated the phrase puzzled. “Toast?”
Red just laughed. “A socialite.”
Hound just nodded at this as Blaster continued to stare at him in stunned surprise. “What do you mean you don’t know if Mirage will like Earth?” Blaster inquired completely flabbergasted at the statement. “He’s your husband!”
“And very unpredictable,” Hound admitted with a laugh, shocking the younger mech further. “Just because we’re Aligned doesn’t necessarily mean we know each other completely.”
“It doesn’t?” Blaster seemed unable to fully grasp what Hound was telling him and he frowned as he tried to make sense it all.
“Of course not,” Red shook his head with a small smile. “It would be very boring indeed if you could continually predict your partners every word and action.”
Blaster frowned at this and Hound decided to take pity on the younger mech. “While we may be Aligned, we’re still different people with our own thoughts and opinions.”
“Though most of the time we do have the same opinion, Inferno and I still are not always in agreement,” Red added before he motioned to the still grumbling Rollerforce, shadows still following curiously behind him. “Case in point.”
“Oh,” Blaster nodded at this as he looked over at the still grumbling ‘Con who was now growling at Motorhead and Bluestreak that if they were going to hang around they could very well help him clean up.
“You mess, your job,” Motorhead replied cheerfully as Bluestreak started laughing again. “I think you missed a piece.”
“Slagging pains in the aft,” Rollerforce snarled under his breath as he looked over at where Motorhead had indicated to see that he had indeed dropped a smaller piece. “How about I add you to the ‘total loss’ pile, you worthless piece of slag? We’ll see who’s laughing then!”
“Leave him alone ‘Force,” Groundhog called out from where he was speaking to, or rather grilling, Mikaela about Ratchet’s own medical procedures and everything that the Autobot medic had taught her in those few months of summer. “It’s not his fault you can’t control that slagging temper of yours.”
“No but he’s a major contributing factor, that’s what,” Rollerforce snapped as he turned to pick up the lost piece of piping when he froze and stared in amazement as it was held out to him.
All the Cybertronions stared stunned as Gravelgrinder held out the small piece of metal to Rollerforce, a rather large grin on his face and a proud air to his stance. It took Rollerforce a moment to realize that the large Terraformer was trying to help him and that in fact, so was Spindle and Dispensor. The other two mechs had taken some of the smaller pieces and were dragging them out and placing them in the three piles.
Unfortunately the purpose of the three separate clusters seemed lost to them, as they were adding each piece of scrap to the piles in turn and subsequently jumbling everything up once more. “HEY!” Rollerforce yelped as he realized what was happening and he rushed forward and took a perfectly good piece of sheet metal from Dispensor who was about to put it in the “total loss” pile.
Red Alert instantly tensed as the Decepticon yanked the piece of scrap from the green mech and was about to step in to intervene on Dispensor’s behalf when he caught a small motion from Groundhog. “Give him a moment,” Groundhog mouthed quietly and Red hesitated before he finally stepped back to his original position in order to observe what would happen next. Stunned he watched as Rollerforce moved over to the “undamaged” pile.
“It goes in this one,” Rollerforce stated as he set the sheet metal down before directing Spindle towards the “total loss” section so the spider like mech could put down the melted ball of… something.
The Autobots all looked at each other surprised at Rollerforce’s sudden shift in attitude towards the gremlins but both Motorhead and Groundhog smiled as they watched their companion try his best to direct the three to the specific stacks their load was suppose to go. The three mechs seemed to want the piles to be even however as they continued to move in the wrong direction with their pieces. “I thought you didn’t like the gremlins,” Groundhog called out teasingly as he watched Rollerforce try his best to direct traffic as it were.
“They’re at least willing to help!” Rollerforce called out irritably as he quickly moved his foot in Spindle’s way so the spider mech would turn and go towards the “good enough” section. “Which is more than I can say about some people!” This statement was said with a sharp glare at the lounging Motorhead.
Groundhog looked over at Motorhead as well and after a moment the orange mech caved under the combined stares from his teammates. “Oh all right, already!” he huffed as he got off the large boxcar and made his way over to where Rollerforce was trying his best to convince Gravelgrinder to drop the small bent pipe. “Just let him have it,” he told the gunner as he walked by. “What does it matter?” Rollerforce frowned but unwilling to chase Motorhead off now that it seemed the younger mech was going to help, said nothing.
Hound and Red both gave a sigh of relief, as the situation was quickly defused while Blaster just laughed as he watched Rollerforce ending up in a tug-of-war with Gravelgrinder over the pipe as it seemed the Earth mech no longer wanted to give it up. With a final growl of frustration, Rollerforce finally released the small pipe and stomped away muttering, much to Motorhead’s amusement. Gravelgrinder hugged the pipe for a moment and quickly put it away in some compartment or other in his arm.
“I must say, this is a surprising development,” Groundhog chuckled as he wandered over with Mikaela seated in his palm. “It seems that they’re at least willing to learn.”
“Why is it so surprising?” Hound asked curiously. “They are, for all intended purposes, Cybertronions and our kind is naturally curious.”
“True, but since we don’t know what Burgen did to them, we don’t know the full limits of their intelligence,” Mikaela explained with a small frown.
“Without a full diagnostic, who knows what their limits and capabilities are,” Groundhog admitted with a small lift of his shoulders. “And I doubt they’ll let me examine them.”
“We’re just going to have to learn as we go,” Red announced as he watched Motorhead try to impress Bluestreak by picking up one of the largest pieces.
The metal container seemed to be a bit much for him however and he nearly toppled backwards before Rollerforce practically shoved him forward. Motorhead stumbled towards the correct pile and quickly dropped the piece, though Red was unsure if Motorhead dropped it deliberately or just could no longer hold on to the item. A quick glanced at Bluestreak showed that the mech was trying his best not to burst out into laughter instead of being awed by Motorhead’s show of strength as was probably the ‘Cons original intention.
Groundhog frowned at the smirking security chief before he caught sight of the can he held in his grasp. “Where’d you get the oil?” he asked entranced, as if Red were holding onto the All Spark itself.
“Crate behind Optimus’ desk,” Red stated with a jerk of his thumb at the main hanger. “I trust you can get it yourself?”
Groundhog just chuckled and passed Mikaela over to Blaster before he headed off towards the hanger. Mikaela meanwhile settled herself as she looked over at where “They sure seem eager to help,” Mikaela stated as she watched the gremlins move from pile to pile and Rollerforce and Motorhead then moving the pieces to the correct to the pile.
“Well, most of them,” Red chuckled as Neurotoxic left his side and quickly joined the group in the middle of the courtyard. The white mech however, was proving to be even more difficult as he took each newly sorted piece and was moving them back to the first heap of scrap. For every one that the others sorted, he would get two of them back into the first pile since he was so quick.
“Slag it! Red!” Rollerforce shouted out angrily. “Can’t you control him or something?”
“Why are you asking me?” Red called back with a small laugh.
“He’s your… pet, isn’t he?” Rollerforce growled back.
“He’s no one’s pet!” Red returned with a shake of his head.
“But you’re the one he’s always following, so can’t you get him under controlled or something? Get him to put them in the right piles!”
“Unfortunately no can do,” Red laughed as he watched the small square mech move with rapid speed. “It seems he’s made a game of it.”
“Slag,” Rollerforce growled as he tried to snag the newest piece from the small mech as it dashed by. Neurotoxic however just slipped around him and practically dove into the pile, nearly disappearing into the melted chaos.
Spindle apparently thought that this was a grand idea as he instantly dropped his own heap of tangled wire and proceeded to follow Neurotoxic into the large pile. He dove into it as if it were made of fallen autumn leaves and began frolicking through it, dislodging pieces as he went. Dispensor, not to be left out, quickly joined the other two and soon the pile became a chaotic mess despite Gravelgrinder trying his best to pick up each piece that was thrown out and return it to its original location.
“They certainly are different,” Hound chuckled as he finished off his oil.
“I think Gravelgrinder might be a neat freak,” Mikaela chuckled as she watched the large Escalade begin creating a new pile a few feet away from where his companions were still playing and throwing pieces now.
“‘Neat freak’?” Blaster asked her curiously.
“Prefers things to be organized,” Mikaela clarified.
“As opposed to the chaos his companions are creating,” Hound chuckled as he watched a large square piece of something go flying out of the pile.
“They’re at least having fun,” Red laughed as he watched Rollerforce try his best to collect the different pieces as they were tossed about before Gravelgrinder could add them to his own pile that he had decided was going to be his and wouldn’t let anyone else get near.
“They certainly do seem entertained,” Hound laughed as Neurotoxic snagged a small metal bar and was playing “keep away” with Spindle as his partner while poor ‘Force tried to retrieve it from the two. The gremlins being much smaller and more agile made the task difficult however for the larger mech that had to bend down in order to be able to retrieve the bar.
Dispensor, for his part, seemed was having much more fun trying his best to nail Motorhead with the different balls of wire the First Team had collected and Mikaela laughed. “Perhaps Mrs. Witwicky should loan him her bat,” she snickered as she watched the orange mech try his best to dodge the small projectiles the best he could.
“At least they’re not hurting anyone,” Hound announced with a shrug as he finished off his oil.
“What in the world?” Groundhog stared at the chaos going on in the coutyard as he returned with his own can of dark crude.
Red made a small face as he saw which of the can’s Groundhog had retrieved. “How can you drink that dark?” he asked disgusted.
Groundhog just shrugged as Mikaela started laughing almost uncontrollably. “Its like you guys are discussing coffee,” she admitted with a laugh. “Pretty soon you’ll be having foam lattes made of organic oils as opposed to espresso’s made of multi-grade.” The four mechs looked at her as if she was nuts and soon Mikaela wound down from her small giggle fest. “Err, never mind,” she said softly, a bit of a blush on her face as she ducked her head.
Groundhog frowned at her a moment before he shrugged and turned to Red, completely disregarding the pandemonium his teammates were currently in. “So are we still at a loss as to where to keep them?”
“Apparently,” Hound turned back to Groundhog. “If you have any idea, we’d love to hear it.”
Groundhog thought a moment. “Do they still go down into the sub-base?” he suddenly asked curiously. “That was their home you know. How do we know they don’t want to go back down there?”
“Slag!” Red suddenly shouted startling the others with the sudden outburst. “Sorry, but I just realized that now that we know what was down there, we should go back and continue our exploration of the sub-base as soon as possible.”
“Isn’t it enough that we already found the gremlins?” Blaster asked with a small frown as he watched the Motorhead and Rollerforce still going through the different piles despite the gremlins doing their best to keep each piece away from them.
“With Sector Thirteen, we need anything we can find,” Red told him. “Besides, who knows what else is down there?”
“I don’t know about that,” Hound said with a small frown. “How much more could be down there? We saw a lot as it was.”
“Plenty,” a new voice answered and the group turned to find Fig hobbling towards them with Maggie and Simmons right behind him. “We saw the barracks down there and let me tell you, with the amount of people they had working there, the place has to be huge!” Simmons finished.
“What do you mean?” Red inquired, worry in his tone. “You think that there’s more things down there like the gremlins?”
Simmons shrugged. “Who knows, but from what I could tell from the blueprints Miss Madsen retrieved…” Maggie gave a wide grin. “We only explored the top two levels.”
The group seemed stunned by this revelation. “And how many levels are there?” Hound asked reluctantly, almost as if he didn’t even want to know the answer.
“Oh you’re going to love this,” Fig chuckled as he set his crutches aside and allowed Groundhog to pick him up. “Thirteen.”
They stared at him. “You’re kidding,” Red stated in disbelief as he offered a hand to Maggie.
“Unfortunately, no,” Simmons admitted as he stepped up into Hound’s offered hand. It seemed he had gotten over being carried around like some organic accessory. “They had thirteen levels. Level one was the ‘initial processing’ and barracks while level two was storage. The deeper you go, the more important the level.”
“In other words, the thirteenth level is what we need to get to. It’s Burgen’s lab itself.”
“Oh slag,” Red groaned as he shook his head in disbelief.
“That’s going to take forever to explore thirteen levels!” Blaster gasped as he absorbed the news.
“No kidding,” Red sighed as he dropped his head into his hand. “It’ll take an entire team to get through that mess.”
“So does this mean we’re going to wait for Optimus?” Groundhog asked curiously.
Red nodded as he looked back up. “No choice,” he explained. “We need two teams actually. An exploration team and a base camp.”
“Not to mention it would probably be best to wait for Ratchet incase we encounter another cave in as we did with you,” Groundhog nodded.
“So does this mean that we can’t go back down until the others get back?” Maggie cried out in shock and the mechs all nodded. “Well slag,” she huffed as she indicated to Red that she wanted down. “I’d better tell Glen. He’s not going to like this.”
“If we have to wait for them, what do we do in the meantime?” Blaster asked curiously as Maggie left to tell Glen the bad news.
Groundhog shrugged before he gestured towards the courtyard. “Work with the gremlins I suppose.”
“Lets not forget making this place sparkling proof,” Red added with a small laugh. “Dangerous explosives and weapons lying about aren’t the best things to have around inquisitive sparklings.”
“Judy and Carol will be happy I think,” Fig chuckled. “But I think baby proofing this place will be rather challenging.”
“No kidding,” Red chuckled as he looked about the base. “But it will be a joy to have them running around, that’s for sure.”
“How are you feeling by the way?” Hound asked curiously. “You haven’t really been showing the ‘horrible hormone effect’ that Ron and Steve had warned us about.”
“What?” Fig burst out laughing. “Don’t tell me they decided to scare you with the stories of their own family experiences.”
“Well, that and our own observations,” Hound admitted with a smile. “Sunny painting, for one.”
“And his temper,” Blaster added with a small shudder.
“He’s always had a temper,” Red chuckled as he turned back around. “But I’m fine though, thanks for asking.”
Blaster looked over at the security chief for a moment before he asked, “What’s it like?”
Red seemed surprised by the question but was even more surprised as he realized that every mech there was waiting to hear what he had to say. He shrugged. “Not much to tell,” he admitted. “I feel drained of energy sometimes and my internal programming are interrupted every now and again as the sparkling fluctuates but other than that, I’m fine.”
“What do you mean your programming fluctuate?” Groundhog instantly demanded, the medic curiosity in him taking over.
“What about programming?” Bluestreak asked as he finally wandered over, curiosity taking hold as he was determined to find out what they were speaking about so intently.
“The sparkling seems to be messing with Red’s programming,” Blaster announced fearfully.
“WHAT?” Bluestreak yelped horrified as he whirled to face Red to get conformation.
Red just shook his head, a small smile playing about his lips. “I just meant that the sparklings presence is interfering with my own systems while the sparkling… explores his surroundings I guess you could say.” He laughed, trying his best to quell the younger mechs fears about having sparklings. “Nothing more than static in the optics and the occasional locked joint, I promise.”
Blaster and Bluestreak seemed relieved to hear this but at the same time remained wary and Red couldn’t help but snicker at their worries. Hound himself was looking rather ill himself. “Primus, Mirage is going to kill me,” he groaned.
“Mirage?” Mikaela asked curiously.
“Hound’s husband,” Red told her. “And he hasn’t arrived yet,” he said turning back to Hound. “Besides, Sam said that it’s the sparkling who chooses who he’ll go with. It could very well be you in my position.”
Hound looked even more horrified than before at this thought and Mikaela and Fig both snickered at his expression while Simmons looked rather ill by the conversation. “I believe I’m done here,” he muttered and Hound quickly let him down so he could leave.
“That man is rather sour,” Bluestreak stated with a frown as he watched the human leave.
“Well we are kind of the reason he lost his job,” Red admitted with a small shrug.
Mikaela shook her head as she turned back to Red. “So have you decided on a name for the sparkling?” she asked curiously.
“She might be right,” Hound chuckled. “Since we had such a hard time just choosing the gremlins names you may want a head start.”
“Especially since we don’t know how long it will be before they sparklings decide to grace us with their presences,” Groundhog chuckled.
“I don’t know,” Red shrugged. “I’ll have to ask Inferno.”
“Where is Inferno anyway?” Blaster asked curiously.
Red looked surprised by this as he looked around for his missing partner. “You know… I’m not sure.”
“I haven’t seen him since Rollerforce destroyed the yard,” Groundhog admitted with a frown.
“I HEARD THAT!” Rollerforce shouted out from where he was still trying to sort the scrap despite the gremlins unraveling all his work.
Red shook his head. “I’m going to go see if he’s all right,” he announced as he quickly excused himself from the group.
“If you’re all done gossiping now,” Rollerforce called out angrily. “We could use some help over here!”
“Coming!” Groundhog laughed as he turned to help his friend.
There was a sudden sound of singing and the group jumped in surprise as they all looked over at Blaster annoyed. “Hey, it wasn’t me!” Blaster yelped defensively.
“It’s my phone,” Mikaela announced as she pulled the small rectangle out from her pocket. She frowned at the “incoming picture” on the screen before she flipped open the top and pressed the button. Her eyes widened as she stared at the small glowing screen. “WHAT THE SLAG?”
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