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By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: It’s 12:01 according to my clock. Enjoy, I’m going to bed. ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Chapter One Hundred Fifty Two: The Taking Of Teletraan
Silence reigned after Barricade’s declaration for a full five minutes before there was a soft chuckle from the front of the group. “He’s got a point.”
“Ironhide!” Ratchet, Jazz and Optimus all barked angrily as Will dropped his head into his hands in mortification.
“What?” Ironhide asked innocently, a wide grin on his face as he nodded his head in Barricade’s direction, ignoring the glare the ‘Con was shooting at him. “He does!”
“You know, I think I’m starting to like that mech,” Buzzsaw chuckled in amusement.
“Indeed,” Laserbeak agreed with a sharp nod.
“You two shut up too,” Barricade snarled as he turned back to the group of Autobots all staring at him.
Sunny glared at the black and white ‘Con before he turned to Optimus. “I’ll take care of Sam from here on out,” he announced with finality.
“Now let’s just hold the train here for a second.” Optimus held up a hand in a plea for patience as he tried his best to get his processor operational again.
“What’s a ‘train’?” Perceptor looked over at Wheeljack who could only shrug as he was just as baffled.
“Never mind,” Optimus sighed in frustration as he tried his best to understand the situation that was placed before him.
“It is best to gather all the facts before we start deciding on matters at hand,” Prowl spoke evenly, shooting Sunstreaker a glare as the Lamborghini let out a small snort.
“Indeed Prowl. Let’s try and get our ducks in a row here- and a duck is a bird,” he added quickly with a small frown. Perceptor’s mouth clicked shut and Optimus turned back to the group at large. “Can anyone shed some light on this?”
“One can only assume that it has something to do with the rather interesting revelation regarding young Sam and the ‘Con,” Wheeljack announced with a small lift of one shoulder.
“Yes thank you Wheeljack,” Optimus sighed. “And you can turn off your search lights.” Ratchet frowned as he elbowed his mate and gave him a small frown. Wheeljack just shrugged again as Optimus turned to the two mechs that still stood a bit apart from the rest. “What in the world is going on?”
“None of your business Autobot,” Barricade growled as he finally climbed to his own feet, what looked to be now a permanent scowl on his features.
Now all the Autobots were glaring at Barricade, save Bumblebee, and Optimus looked as if he was about to fall into lecture mode when there was a small cough beside him. Surprised the mechs all turned to stare at Will who was looking up at Optimus determinedly. Will gave the mech a small smile “He’s got a point,” he announced with a jerk of his head in Barricade’s direction.
“I’m sorry?” Optimus stared down at the human in surprise. Will and Epps shared a quick glance at one another before Will sighed and took a step forward, giving Optimus a pointed look. It took the Autobot leader a moment to understand and he bent closer so Will could speak without having to shout. “With respect to your own culture, this seems to be a more private matter and we humans are…well…”
“We don’t like to air our laundry out in public if you know what we mean,” Epps said with a shrug.
Will sent the other Ranger a small glare before he turned back to Optimus. “You have to consider all parties involved,” and he tilted his head ever so slowly and Optimus, along with pretty much everyone else all turned to look at the red faced Sam who was refusing to look at anyone as he instead kept his gaze firmly on his hands in his lap.
Optimus’ optics brightened in surprise and understanding as he and Ironhide shared a rather guilty look. It was one thing to get after Bumblebee and Barricade but not at Sam’s expense, never at Sam’s expense. Ratchet and Jazz were looking just as shameful and Sunstreaker turned away slightly, almost as if shielding the boy from everyone’s apologetic gaze. The other mechs all glanced at one another before they looked over at two mechs that started it all, even though neither of them was looking at anyone else.
With an uncomfortable cough, Optimus nodded as he turned to face the others. “I believe that we should perhaps continue this discussion at a later date and not outside in the cold.”
“But-”
“Unfortunately this is not any of our business as Barricade had stated earlier and we have to respect their privacy,” Optimus continued firmly.
Sunny did not look happy but he made no further attempts at protesting, instead stating, “Sam is still staying with me.”
“If he doesn’t mind,” Ratchet stated pointedly. “Sam, it is your choice.”
Sam startled as he once again found himself at the center of everyone’s focus. With wide eyes, he glanced over at ‘Bee and ‘Cade only to find the two mechs the only ones not looking in his direction. Sam felt his shoulders slump as he turned back to Optimus. “It’s all right,” he said quietly. “I don’t mind.”
Optimus shot a look at the two younger mechs before he too sighed. “Very well, we will respect your decision…” Optimus glanced at the younger mechs again. “Sam will be Sunstreaker’s responsibly until Sam wishes otherwise or Sunstreaker is unable to continue the duty.”
“Slag it,” Ironhide sighed as Sunny suddenly stood taller, his chest stuck out in pride as he smirked at the dismal Bumblebee and glaring Barricade.
“Behave,” Optimus warned quietly and Sideswipe quickly took his mate’s elbow with his free hand, pulling the preening mech back and out of the center of attention.
“So how goes the Energon excavation?” Jazz asked tentatively after a long pause and the group was grateful for the change in topic.
“Going good,” Perceptor announced with a large smile. “We have over seven hundred cubes all ready for transport! Enough to sustain our current number for a Mirucycle.”
Optimus nodded as he looked at the multiple stacks of glowing pink squares. “Good.”
“‘Mirucycle’?” Will asked curiously.
“Basically a couple of your decades,” Ironhide chuckled.
“I thought it was ‘Dinacycle’ that was years,” Sam spoke up with a small frown, surprising the others with his contribution to the conversation.
“Where did you hear that term?” Epps asked curiously. Sam could only shrug in reply.
There was a chuckle from Jazz. “A ‘Dinacycle’ is roughly our month.”
“Nicycle are years,” Ratchet added with a smile.
“Well I’m confused,” Steve announced with a sigh.
“You’re not the only one,” Knight murmured looking rather intent in trying to keep the new information straight. Steve and Ron shared a look while Epps and Will stared at the agent suspiciously.
“So are we ready to head back to base?” Sideswipe asked curiously.
“I believe so,” Perceptor announced with a large grin. “There’s really nothing left that needs to be addressed.”
“Then let’s get the slag out of here,” Barricade snarled already turning away to leave.
“Of course,” Optimus agreed, though his small smirk told a different story. “After we secure the ARC.”
“Slag, do we have to?” Barricade whined like a petulant child.
“Can we do so with our limited access?” Ratchet asked with a small frown as he looked back at the ARC.
“Unfortunately we’ll have to find a way into the bridge,” Optimus sighed.
“You couldn’t get into the bridge?” Prowl stated in disbelief as he shot Optimus a sideways look.
Optimus sent Prowl a “what can you do” look before he turned back to Soundwave. “Unfortunately we cannot afford to wait for… … who was it again?”
“Shockwave,” the communications lieutenant supplied.
“Right, him,” Optimus sighed. “We have to ensure that there is no possible way for Starscream to take hold of the ARC and possibly use it against us.”
“Too bad we can’t just take it home,” Wheeljack sighed despondently. “It would be nice to have an actual room.”
“What’s wrong with the hangers?” Ratchet demanded and Wheeljack thought he was kidding before he realized that Ratchet really wanted to know. Even Jazz, Ironhide and Optimus were looking at him curiously.
“Oh… well… um…”
“They’re essentially very large garages,” Barricade huffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world before he looked over at the First team. “We’re not sardines you know.”
“What’s a-”
“Fish,” Bumblebee answered Perceptor quietly before the scientist could even complete his question.
“Right, we are sorry about that but it shouldn’t be long before we can get the ARC out and back to California,” Optimus told the other mechs sympathetically. “We forget that you’re not as use to recharging in alt mode as we are.”
“It’s a good thing it’s as big as it is,” Ironhide chuckled as they turned back towards the golden ship. “How many mechs can it hold anyway?”
“According to the logs, nearly three hundred,” Ratchet announced with a grin.
“Really?” Optimus asked in gleeful surprise. “That’s more than enough room for us and any other surviving mechs! At least until we plan our next move.”
“How many teams are left anyway?” Ironhide asked curiously.
“Smokescreen’s,” Prowl spoke up quickly. “We heard from him a while before coming into contact with you but they were headed in the other direction.”
“And that’s not even including any neutrals,” Ratchet added with a sigh.
Optimus nodded thoughtfully before he looked over at the mech just slightly to his left. “And you?”
Barricade frowned momentarily puzzled. “Me what?” he huffed irritably.
“Any other ‘Cons needing a place to stay?” Jazz asked with a wide smile.
“Yeah, the more the merrier,” Ironhide chuckled good-naturedly.
The first team pointedly ignored the shocked and concerned looks the other two teams shared behind them as Optimus kept his gaze firmly on the Decepticons in their group. Soundwave and Barricade shared an apprehensive glance but Ravage saw no point in denying the possibility. “Shockwave for sure since he can’t stand Starscream but who would be with him?”
“You’re asking us?” Buzzsaw asked incredulously.
“How the slag should we know?” Laserbeak drawled as he stared down at the cat. “We’ve been with your scrawny tail entire time.”
Ravage let out a dark growl and Soundwave quickly shot the smaller ‘Con a sharp glare. The dark ‘Con looked petulant for a moment until Soundwave very quickly dropped his shoulders and stepped forward, throwing the two condors off balance and forcing them to take to the sky or plummet down into the snow. Ravage snickered as the birds glared down at him walking primly at their leaders side as even a few Autobots snickered.
“Who’s Shockwave?” Sideswipe asked his partner in a stage whisper.
“How should I know?” Sunstreaker frowned at him as they finally reached the loading entryway just as two figures appeared in the doorway.
Rumble and Frenzy both jumped as they realize that everyone was currently standing in front of them waiting to enter the trapped ship. Dark red optics quickly took in Sam seated in the yellow Lambo’s palm before the color lightened and Frenzy looked up at Optimus curiously while jerking a thumb in Sam’s direction. “Wh-wh-what’d we m-m-miss?”

“Can I have some room please?” Optimus drawled a few moments later when everyone was crammed into the hallway before the main doors into the bridge. He was entering each and every code he knew into the entrance pad but to no avail. Each code was methodically denied and Optimus moved onto the next one. However it wasn’t easy with nearly every mech looking over his shoulder.
“Sorry,” Ironhide said cheerfully even though he didn’t really back away from his trapped leader.
“I’m surrounded by-”
“Step aside boss man,” Jazz called out cheerfully interrupting Optimus’ soft mutter as the saboteur handed Knight and Eddie off to Perceptor and Wheeljack respectively. “It should be a breeze overriding the codes and getting in.”
“Says you,” Ironhide scoffed. “Do you know how many lines of code Red Alert had for the main doors back in Tyger Pax?”
“Two million?” Miles and Sam asked in tandem, surprising the large gunner.
“How’d you know?”
The two boys shared a smile. “‘Jurassic Park’,” Miles snickered.
“Oh really? Where’s that?” Sideswipe asked curiously.
“It’s a movie you moron,” Barricade growled.
Sideswipe winced at the sharp tone and Sunstreaker sent the ‘Con a scathing glare but it was Soundwave who gave the other mech a not so subtle kick and a pointed stare. Barricade did not look happy but didn’t say anything more as Bumblebee stepped next to the red Lambo, keeping himself well away from the still glaring Sunstreaker. “We have a copy if you want to watch it back home.”
“Thanks,” Sideswipe gave the scout a grateful smile. Bumblebee simply nodded and stepped away before Sunny’s growl turned into a flat out snarl.
“Give me a few moments,” Jazz chuckled as he headed for the door.
“And no blowing the lock!” Optimus suddenly cried out in alarm, startling Prowl and Wheeljack beside him.
“Spoil sport,” Jazz pouted before he opened a small panel on his arm and pulled out a few tools.
“-Are you in need of assistance?-” Teletraan’s monotone voice asked politely and Sam could of sworn he heard a note of exasperation in the clicks and whirls.
“Yeah, we need into the room,” Ironhide snarled in frustration as he leaned back against the wall, feeling more than a little annoyed.
“-Request identification.-”
“Orion Pax,” Optimus stated irritably.
“What are you telling him for? He already denied you access-”
“-Identification verified.-”
Jazz squawked in surprise as the doors before him suddenly swished open, throwing the silver mech off balance and sending him tumbling backwards. Prowl was behind his husband before anyone else could even move, softening the mechs’ fall. “My hero,” Jazz sniggered.
Prowl just looked at him confused as Ironhide snickered as he walked by. “Some fair maiden. Aren’t you supposed to be in a ripped time period gown?”
“‘Gown’?” Prowl repeated puzzled, looking to mech still in his arms for clarification.
Ratchet and Jazz shared a long-suffering look as Soundwave stepped next to Optimus, studying the open doorway critically. “You were denied access earlier today,” the ‘Con stated matter-of-factly. “Why now is the bridge available?”
The Autobot leader just threw up his arms helplessly. “Does it matter?” he asked as he stalked into the bridge, the others close behind him. Sam couldn’t help but look down at Frenzy, Rumble and Megatron as he spotted the grate for the vent shaft they had fallen through earlier still hanging by the hinges. Luckily no one seemed to notice the small detail as they took in the massive room that was now before them.
“Whoa!” Sideswipe marveled as he looked about the enormous space. There were control stations everywhere and a really large chair that rose above it all perched upon a dais. “I call captain!” he called out excitedly as he quickly made his way to the seat and flopped down into it. Sam couldn’t hide a small smile not only at Sides antics but also at the rather dizzy look that Miles was wearing after the rollercoaster ride that he experienced as Sideswipe did his wild spin.
“Oh, I forgot what it was like to sit down,” Ironhide groaned taking a seat in yet another chair as he allowed Epps and Will down onto the control panel before him to stretch their legs.
Wheeljack and Perceptor were already flittering from station to station, cataloging what each one was for before moving onto the next. Ratchet chuckled as he allowed Ron and Steve back down on the main desk. “They look happy.”
Optimus was inclined to agree as he headed for the largest control panel before the wide bay window. “Do we know how best to go about securing the ARC?” Prowl asked quietly as he stepped behind his leader.
“Not a clue,” Optimus told him cheerfully as he went through the routine of booting up the system.
“Doesn’t this ship have any weapons we could use to melt the ice or anything?” Ironhide asked with a frown as he looked at the small screen before him.
“Give me a moment to get into the system and I’ll find out,” Optimus muttered as he began flipping through the different files. “Slag it, this system is absolutely nuts!”
“I can’t understand any of this,” Prowl frowned as he took the chair left of Optimus, his own fingers flying over the keys. “None of it makes sense.”
“It’s a Decepticon trait,” Barricade sniggered as he made his way over. “Nothing makes sense thus it remains harder for anyone to hack.”
“Wonderful,” Perceptor huffed in annoyance.
“One moment,” Soundwave announced as he took the seat to Optimus’ right. “Request use of system tracer.”
“-Please delegate system you wish to access,-” Telatraan inquired politely.
“Weapons,” Ironhide spoke before Soundwave could get a word out.
“-One moment please.-” The group waited. “-System located. File number G-seven-nine-delta-W is now on screen.-”
Everyone jumped as the window suddenly held a small reflection of files flipping rapidly up the projected screen. The Autobots frowned as they tried their best to understand what was being shown but Soundwave was already shaking his head. “The main doors for the cannons are frozen. There is no way to bring them out unless we manually chip away the ice.”
“Well, so much for that idea,” Ironhide sighed as he sat back in his seat in frustration.
“How trapped is the ship?” Optimus asked curiously as he tried to follow the rapid symbols flying across the window.
“More than ninety-seven percent,” Barricade announced despondently.
“So much for flying this thing home,” Sideswipe groaned.
“We knew that it was an improbability to begin with,” Ratchet chuckled.
“So how do we go about ensuring that Screamer can’t get this thing?” Jazz asked curiously.
“Are there any defense systems in place?” Optimus asked the two ‘Cons.
“With the weapons frozen, not really,” Barricade huffed.
“So what’s plan B?” Ratchet asked with a frown.
“The only thing we can do is really lock the doors and get Teletraan to ban Starscream,” Optimus sighed in frustration.
“What the slag will that accomplish?” Ironhide asked appalled.
“Are there any mechs with Starscream who Teletraan may grant access too?” Jazz asked curiously.
Barricade glanced over at Soundwave who looked thoughtful. “We already know Hook has access to medical. Other than him, I’m not so sure if the other seekers or constructicon’s have any higher access.”
“Will Teletraan bar Starscream from entry though?” Sides brought up worriedly. “He was Megatron’s second in command.”
There was a small snort from the other side of Soundwave but Barricade was already looking over at the Lambo. “Shockwave was his second in command. Starscream was there more so Megatron could keep an optic on him than anything else.”
“Keep your friends close and enemies’ closer,” Epps nodded in agreement.
“Okay, so how do we keep Starscream out?” Jazz persisted with a frown.
“No clue,” Barricade shrugged.
“Only the captain can change access levels,” Soundwave announced after perusing the multiple files.
“So who’s the captain?” Sunstreaker asked annoyed at the roundabout conversation.
“Who do you think?” Barricade drawled.
“So who was after Megatron?” Optimus asked with a sigh.
“Shockwave,” all seven ‘Cons spoke as one.
“And after him?” Ironhide was almost afraid to ask.
The ‘Cons all shared long suffering looks. “Starscream,” Rumble announced miserably.
“That’s just great,” Optimus sighed.
“Is there a way to override it somehow?” Wheeljack asked as he looked over Prowl’s shoulder at the controls before them. “And emergency fail safe?”
“How should I know?” Barricade snapped irritably.
“Okay, we’re going to move you over here now,” Jazz muttered as he tried to snagged the ‘Con’s arm in order to drag him across the room before any of the mechs finally had enough with his bad attitude and thwacked him one.
“I’m just stating a fact!” Barricade yelped angrily his own frustration boiling over into anger at anyone and everyone.
“Man you have some attitude kid,” Wheeljack shook his head as he tried a few of the Autobots own codes into the computer.
“Why wouldn’t I when everyone pretty much flat out hates me?”
“Barricade, it’s been a long few days for all of us,” Optimus told him tiredly. “Just give everything time to cool down.”
“Is he overheated?” Perceptor asked inquisitively.
“Man, you have got to get out of that lab more often,” Ironhide shook his head at the scientist.
“What?” Perceptor frowned back at him.
“Runner, just let’s move over here and calm down a bit, shall we?” Jazz spoke evenly trying his best to persuade the angered ‘Con away from the masses. With a huff, Barricade allowed Jazz to maneuver him to the far end of the master control panel, just under the still broken air vent grate. Barricade frowned at the thing but didn’t mention anything about it.
Sam sighed as he wished Sunstreaker would move closer to the main control desk so he could have a better view of what was going on. Not that he wouldn’t be able to help any but still. “Perhaps Maggie or Glen would be able to help us?” he spoke before he even realized he had the thought on his mind.
“Good idea but they’re not here,” Optimus chuckled. “Nice try though.”
“Well if we can’t bring them here, could we bring Teletraan to them?” Ratchet asked curiously before he turned to Wheeljack. “Download him into a portable terminal?”
“We could but that would still leave the ship vulnerable to attack,” Ironhide argued.
“So what the slag can we do?” Barricade growled angirlly, refusing to be pushed out of the conversation. “We can’t leave the ship undefended; we can’t override the master codes here without help so I repeat: what the slag do we do now?”
Barricade brought his fist down as he bellowed the last part out in frustration and no one could really explain what happened next. The moment Barricade’s fist came down onto the keyboard before him, there was a hum of computers booting up and a screech of an electrical surge as a flair of electricity suddenly arced from the control and up Barricade’s arm. The ‘Con didn’t even have time to react as his entire frame was engulfed in streaking bolts of lightning.
Sam felt as if his heart just stopped as he watched the ‘Con’s whole body spasm from the force of the power load. “Barricade!” he cried out in terror, his voice joining others crying out in fear and alarm. Even Bumblebee cried out the ‘Cons name in surprise and horror despite the apathy currently between them.
Jazz leapt back as he caught the flashes of light from the side of his screen and Prowl was suddenly rushing to his side and pulling him back as Barricade finally collapsed onto the floor as the terminal’s screeching softened to a soft hum before finally switching off completely. The rest of the mechs suddenly rushed towards their position, Ratchet already on the ground and yanking out his portable scanner. “His systems are recalibrating but luckily nothing seems to be fried,” he announced as he looked at the read out.
“What the SLAG happened?” Barricade barked as his optics lit up and he sat bolt upright.
“He’s fine,” Ironhide chuckled though the sound was strained.
“But what just happened?” Optimus asked glancing at the still smoking panel.
“-Decepticon encoding accepted. Welcome Captain Barricade, how may I assist you?-”
Stunned silence engulfed the group of mechs while the humans looked at one another confused by the sudden cries of surprise. Barricade looked up looking just as stunned as everyone else as his gaze locked onto one particular pair of bright, surprised blue optics. ‘Bee stared at the ‘Con in disbelief as Barricade asked him in a somewhat dazed voice, “Did that thing just call me captain?”
-To Be Continued

Author's Note: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Bumblebee: Err... Join us next week for chapter One Hundred Fifty Three please.
Barricade: If BDQ is awake long enough to write it.
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