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By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: A really quick note Musashi alerted me to the fact that Epps is Air Force, not a Ranger. -bows- I am so, so, SO sorry! For some stupid reason my brain assumed that since he was with Will's team he was a member of the Rangers~! When this story is Edited like there's no tomorrow I will correct those moments. As for this chapter, I hope it flows well! I had a bit of a struggle with it. Well, all I can say is enjoy.

Chapter One Hundred Fifty Eight: Packing Problems
Absolute stunned silence reigned at the old dilapidated base located high in the Arctic region. No one dared to move for fear that any shift in the atmosphere might just startle one of the three into accidentally firing their weapons. So all stayed absolutely still, just staring at the group whose focus was only on each other.
Sam had become instantly awake by the sudden hostile environment and it took his brain a few moments to catch up to how everyone had ended up in such a tense situation. He could understand how Sunny could misinterpret his close proximity to Barricade but to actually whip out his weapon! It was only natural that Soundwave would react in kind as would Sideswipe but it was Barricade and Bumblebee whom Sam was the most worried about. Neither one had their own weapons drawn but both were standing dead center of the standoff.
‘Man it’s too early for this stupidity,’ Sam thought in frustration and he risked a glance over his shoulder to see where Optimus was and what the Autobot leader was going to do about everything.
Optimus for his part was trying to think up something to say that wouldn’t startle the rather taunt three. He would have liked to answer Eddie’s earlier question but he didn’t dare until the situation was defused. Now how to go about defusing it? He risked a glance over at Ratchet and Jazz but both were already staring at him, clearly waiting for him to make the first move. ‘Great. No help there whatsoever,’ Optimus thought with a frown. Ironhide was out as well as he had instantly knelt down in front of Will in case there was any cannon fire, shielding the human with his own bulk.
So the group all remained frozen in their spots, each one wanting to do something to disarm the rather furious mechs yet everyone puzzled as to how to go about it. Eddie and Knight were still standing in the doorway into the main building and it didn’t take long before there was some muffled inquires from the other four who had yet to learn what was going on. Sam could hear Epps shouting in surprise as apparently the man had spotted the stand off from one of the windows and Eddie was growling something in return.
The noise was enough for both Sunny and Soundwave to tighten their grips on their weapons and Sideswipe ever so slightly shifted to the left to try and get in front of his rather vulnerable mate. Bumblebee was trying oh so slowly to press Soundwave’s weapon away from the two Lambos all the while ensuring that he remained in front of Barricade in case the Mustang got it into his processor to use the distraction against everyone. Sunny was still glaring daggers at both ‘Bee and ‘Cade, completely ignoring Sideswipe’s attempt to gently nudge him behind his own form.
Everyone stayed right where they were, not speaking- not even moving as they tried to come up with what to do next. The seconds stretched into minutes and Sam hoped that someone did something before the minutes turned into an hour, yet no one so much as lifted a single finger. It was almost as if everyone was waiting for someone else to fix the situation.
Sam’s apprehension started to melt into something else entirely as the seconds ticked by with still no action from anyone. ‘This is ridiculous,’ Sam thought, frustration and just a hint of anger beginning to boil within him. ‘They’re acting more childish than me!’ He glanced about at the different mechs, giving them all one last chance to take control of the situation before he finally had enough. From the fight with the seekers to Barricade’s near death experience to the Link to the ARC to that damn overheard conversation in the ship Sam had absolutely had it with all of them.
It was almost as if his decision had lifted a previously unknown weight off his shoulders as Sam got out of his crouched position and stood to his full height. He was his own person and he’d be damned if he was going to allow his friends, no mater how good their intentions were, to rule his life. The anger simmered down into a mild annoyance and a strange sort of calm over came him as his decision was made.
Turning to face the small group of tense mechs he brought his hands up around his mouth and said as clear as he could, “if you’re going to shoot each other just do it already! I for one am freezing! It’s too cold for this macho bull shit!”
Nearly all the mechs jumped, startled by the sudden shout but it was the smattering of applause that surprised Sam. He glanced over at the main building stunned to see Frenzy clapping his hands enthusiastically. Sam wasn’t quite sure if it really was Frenzy who was applauding or if it was Megatron who was giving him his approval. He had a suspicious feeling that it was both as Miles suddenly joined in followed by his father, and then Sam’s father and soon enough Epps joined in. Even Will was clapping from behind Ironhide.
“Will?” Ironhide twisted his body to look down at the human behind him in shock at the sound.
“What? He’s right. It’s too fucking cold out here to just be standing around,” Will frowned up at his partner, his arms coming up to cross over his chest to preserve some warmth.
Sam grinned, glad that Will seemed to be in a much better mood then he had the night before and more than willing to stand up for him. With a sharp nod of his head Sam turned around to face the five mechs just staring down at him in shock. He looked at each one in turn, even Sideswipe who really was just an innocent bystander in the whole crazy situation before he finally came to rest on both ‘Bee and ‘Cade. “If we’re not leaving yet then I’m going back to bed for some more sleep!” He whirled around and started towards the house with strong, even steps. “Call me when we’re ready to go!” he called back at Optimus as he walked by the Autobot leader.
“Will do,” Optimus replied as Eddie and Knight moved aside to allow the boy entry into the building.
The courtyard remained quiet for a few more moments after Sam had disappeared until there was a small snigger of laughter and everyone turned amazingly to Perceptor. “Primus, did he ever tell you guys off!” The scientist snickered as he turned to Ratchet and Jazz with a large grin. “I like that human!”
“Us too man,” Jazz snickered before he turned to Optimus and quirked his head. “Well fearless leader?”
“Ah hem.” Optimus quickly collected himself before turning to the group that was the center of all the current drama. “All right you lot, fork ‘em over.”
Soundwave and both the Lambos looked puzzled by the expression but Barricade and Bumblebee’s reactions were ones of sheer stunned surprise. “What?” Barricade yelped furiously. “We didn’t even pull out our weapons!”
“Don’t care,” Optimus smiled sweetly as he held out a hand. “All of them.”
The group just stared at the large mech shocked before there was a large sigh from ‘Bee. “You can’t fight it,” he muttered to Barricade as he reached down and yanked out his weapon’s power cells from his forearms.
“Optimus!” Sunstreaker gasped horrified as he finally figured out what Optimus was asking for.
“I don’t care!” Optimus barked, startling the younger mech. “This has gone on long enough. Power cells, now!”
Sunstreaker practically reared back at the sheer force of the bellow but Sideswipe was already powering down his own weapon and unhooking the cores. Optimus accepted them and handed them over to Prowl who had come up behind him before turning to look at the Sunstreaker pointedly.
“Sunstreaker, hand them over,” Ratchet commanded as he marched towards the clustered group. The yellow Lambo turned to stare at medic completely agog but Ratchet’s face had hardened into his “I’m your medic so don’t even dream disobeying me unless you want to be reformatted into an Earth toaster” expression. Sunny didn’t even know what a toaster even did exactly but he wasn’t about to chance it.
With a furious expression he yanked out his cells and practically slapped them down into Ratchet’s hand. “There, happy?” he snarled.
“Yes,” Ratchet smiled passing them over to Ironhide who was securing the cells in one of his many extra holds.
Prowl had meanwhile moved beside the larger of the two Decepticons, his hand held out just waiting. Soundwave said nothing for a long moment but a rather discreet cough from Bumblebee was enough to prod the larger ‘Con into movement. With a small shrug Soundwave removed his own cells and passed them over without a word. Prowl accepted the units and made to turn back to Ironhide when there was another cough from ‘Bee. Surprised, Prowl turned around to find Soundwave still pulling out another three back up cells and a free-hand pistol.
“Decepticons,” Ironhide chuckled as he took the units.
Optimus gave a sharp nod of approval and thanks to the large ‘Con before he turned the only one still yet to pass over his cells. “Barricade… I’m not going to ask you twice.”
Barricade frowned at the Autobot leader. “I could lock you out of the ARC,” he said snappishly.
“But you won’t,” Bumblebee stated calmly, agitating the ‘Con even more.
Barricade shot the young ‘Bot an enraged filled glare but ‘Bee just continued to stare at the ‘Con evenly. He wavered slightly before with a snarl and a few grumbles he yanked out how own cores and was tempted to hurl them right at the Autobot leaders head but at the last second just shoved them at Optimus’ chest. “Slagging pain in the afts- out of my way!” he snarled as he whirled around and shoved his way past the two yellow Autobots. Bumblebee instantly reached out to steady Sunny as the ‘Con tore by and for the first time since the trash chute incident Sunny did not reject the help.
Optimus sighed as he looked at the four remanding mechs. “Well?” he demanded as he looked right at Sunstreaker, the instigator of the whole situation. “Anything to say?”
“I would like to apologize Optimus Prime,” Soundwave startled everyone by speaking. “I should not have acted as I did, especially considering Sunstreaker’s unique condition.”
“Thank you Soundwave,” Optimus replied after a few moments of stunned silence.
There was a snort from the ground and the lot looked down to see Ravage glaring up at all of them, even Soundwave. “Nice sentiments but you’re apologizing to the wrong person,” he hisses as he jerked his tail to point in the direction of the main building. “It’s Sam who should hear your apologies.”
“For once cat, we agree,” Laserbeak hissed out from the Energon sleds.
“Indeed,” Buzzsaw shook his head as he and his partner quickly took to the air and went straight for the building, causing the taller Steve and Epps to duck at their entrance. Rumble was shaking his head as he turned to follow the birds while Frenzy was staring at the hanger Barricade had disappeared into. With a last glare at the troublemakers he too whirled around and entered the building after the other diminutive mechs as Ravage bounded in behind him.
He could just make out Sunstreaker muttering something to Optimus as he moved through the main room, more than likely the explanation that Optimus had been asking for but that wasn’t anything he wanted to hear at the moment. ‘He’s frustrated,’ he whispered to the other presence within his slight frame through their unusual connection.
‘Can you blame him?’ Megatron replied as they headed towards the room that Sam had been using the past few days. ‘They treat him worse than a Sparkling.’
‘They are at least trying,’ Frenzy replied as he spotted Rumble leaning against the wall just next to Sam’s door. Rumble grinned as Frenzy approached and Frenzy gave him a grateful one in return before he allowed his once leader to take control. With a sharp nod to his host’s partner, Megatron entered the room to find Sam lying on the bare sagging mattress, his sleeping bag long since packed.
With a small sigh Megatron stepped into the room, frowning as Ravage pressed past him and leapt onto the end of the bed without so much as asking for permission. Megatron glared at the cat and the two condors respectively before he finally made his way to Sam’s side. Without a word he reached towards a small compartment and brought out a very familiar item.
Sam cracked an eye open when he felt one of the smaller ‘Cons leaning over him and it took him a few moments to focus on the blurry object in front of him. Heaving a sigh he reached up and took the object from the slim metal fingers. “Thanks,” he said quietly even as he secured the watch to his wrist.
“Are you ever going to forgive them?” Megatron asked curiously as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
A long pause. “Eventually.”
Megatron simply laughed at the answer. “May we make a suggestion?”
Sam finally rolled over onto his back, his hand coming down to stroke Ravage’s ear. “Sure I guess,” he sighed as he looked over at the mech just in time to see the dark optics brighten.
“M-m-make th-th-them suffer.” Frenzy’s grin was pure evil as he said this and Sam could hear Rumble groaning from the doorway.
Ravage and the birds all started snickering at Rumble’s expense as Sam gave Frenzy a grateful smile. “Any ideas?”
“Oh I’m sure we can come up with a few,” Ravage practically purred.
“Why can’t I pull the dang sleds?” Ironhide huffed an hour later as everyone was getting ready to head back to the coast. “Do I have to be responsible for the trailer?”
“Yes,” Ratchet chuckled as he passed over one of the lines to the surly gunner. “Look at it this way, you got your tow cable back.”
“But all the way to the boat? It’s not even mine!”
“Ship,” Will frowned as he checked the secure lines around the glowing squares.
“Right, ship,” Ironhide frowned as he looked down at the human clambering over the cargo. A quick glance over his shoulder showed that Ratchet had gone off to help Wheeljack and Epps with Wheeljack’s own sled and there didn’t seem to be anyone in their immediate area. He glanced back at the human a few more times before ensuring that no one else was paying attention to them. Shifting slightly he turned back to where Will was still checking the Energon before he turned his attention to the small compartment on his wrist. “Hey Will?” Ironhide refused to admit that his voice almost squeaked the human’s name. No answer. “Will?”
“What?” Will poked his head out of the back of the trailer. “You say something?”
“Oh. Well it’s just-”
“Aren’t you two done yet?”
“Jazz!” Ironhide yelped surprised as the smaller mech peeked out from the other side of the trailer.
Jazz quirked his head curiously as he stared at the now very flustered gunner. “What? I just wanted to know how it was going!”
“You could have said something sooner you know!” Ironhide snarled and Jazz’s interest practically grew tenfold at how quick Ironhide was on the defenses.
“What? I didn’t… interrupt you or anything, did I?” Jazz grinned widely.
“Damn it Jazz!”
Prowl left the conversation with Perceptor and quickly made his way over when he saw Ironhide practically looming over his smaller mate who was smiling like the proverbial cat who spotted a rather plump pigeon. Prowl just wished that someone would explain that rather odd adage to him but that wasn’t that important at the moment. “What’d he do?” he asked with a tired sigh.
“I did nothing!” Jazz quickly denied glancing at Ironhide suspiciously. Ironhide just growled back at him and Jazz’s interest perked even further.
“I take it we’re all ready to go?” Optimus snickered wandering over.
“We’re just waiting for the humans,” Prowl explained as he pulled Jazz a few feet away from the older mech.
“We’re coming!”
The group turned surprised to find Sam making his way towards, his steps surprisingly lighter than they had been earlier and a smile of his own. Miles was behind him but the boy could only shrug at the questioning looks the mechs gave him. Sam had been incredibly tight lipped since storming out of the show but at least he seemed happier.
Sam ignored the puzzled glances as he went right up to mechs by the trailer and stared up at them pointedly. The four looked at one another again before Optimus glanced at where Bumblebee and Barricade were still by the hanger before down at Sam. “Need a lift?”
“If you need my help with one of the sleds, I’m your guy,” Sam said with a sharp nod. Ironhide and Optimus glanced at one another surprised.
“Great! You can go with Prowl!”
“What?” Prowl glanced back at Jazz surprised.
“If we’re switching partners can I ride with some one else beside Perceptor?” Epps practically whined as he joined them followed Steve and Ron. “All that start-stop motion was making me ill.”
“Then Will shouldn’t go with him,” Ironhide said firmly. Will whirled to look at Ironhide surprised and a bit embarrassed by the show of concern.
“I’ll go,” Ron snickered.
“If Sam’s going with Prowl then I should probably go with Sideswipe,” Miles announced. “He wanted to know about some other movies.”
“Right,” Optimus nodded as he called the rest of the Cybertronions over and designating everyone’s assignments. Sunstreaker couldn’t complain about Sam riding along with Prowl of all mechs and after some quick shuffling the group began the long trek back to the ship. Will had offered to go with Bumblebee who was still astonishingly silent during the whole process and Epps ended up riding along with Wheeljack. Ravage, Sam was amused to see, was still complaining the whole time he had to haul his own tiny load.
“All right everyone,” Optimus called out cheerfully when everyone was set, “let’s roll out!”
“Man, ever since we got wheels you have been stuck on that ‘roll’ bit haven’t you?” Ironhide drawled, still a bit miffed but finally on the way to calming down.
“Shut up.” Optimus punched his shoulder good-naturedly and the group was off.
Most of the trip was made with multiple conversations jabbering at once, all excited to finally, finally be going home. Prowl hardly listened to any of them and therefore was surprised when Jazz grabbed his arm after few hours of walking and kept hold of him until they started to fall slightly behind everyone. “What?” he asked once the others were ahead of them.
Jazz just graced Prowl with one of his winning smiles before he glanced down at Sam. “So,” he addressed the human. “Care to explain?” The other two knew instantly what Jazz was really asking Sam and even Prowl looked down at the human in interest in what his answer would be.
Sam looked up at the two in surprise before he returned the smile full force. “If they want to ignore me I can ignore them right back.”
Jazz startled the few mechs that were slightly ahead of them when he threw back his head and let out a loud bark of laughter. “A bit of their own medicine huh?”
“If they want to talk to me they know where I am,” Sam explained as he shifted a bit on the sled. “And I understand Sunny may be falling into that ‘protective motherly instinct’ but someone has to teach him there’s a difference between tough love and smothering.”
“I hear you there!” Jazz snickered.
“How much further is it?” the current topic of conversation suddenly called out from the middle of the group. “I’m tired!”
Jazz and Sam started laughing even as Prowl answered the Lambo. “It shouldn’t be far now!”
“Just over this incline and we should be able to see the ocean and the Gauntlet!” Ironhide called back when there was a startled yelp beside him.
“Hey Will! Epps! You two better get up here!” Optimus shouted alarmed as he and Ironhide suddenly came to a halt. Will and Epps looked at each other in surprise before Bumblebee and Wheeljack both helped them down off their sleds respectively.
Sam watched them go curiously and wondered if he should go after them when a large hand appeared in front of him. He glanced up at Prowl surprised but it was Jazz grinning over his mate’s shoulder that clued Sam in. Clearly Jazz had asked the commander to offer Sam a lift.
With Prowl’s larger steps, they caught up to Will and Epps rather quickly and the other mechs each abandoned their own sleds to move towards the ridge where Optimus and Ironhide were staring rather intently at something. It didn’t take very long for Sam to see just what it was that had caught the Autobot’s attentions.
“What’s with the box?” Barricade asked with a small frown as he zeroed in at one of two items now sitting prominently on the snow-covered coast beside the Gauntlet.
“Oh my PRIMUS!” Epps practically cried out in jubilation as he grabbed Will’s arm and virtually started jumping up and down in glee. “Forget the box! Look at the plane!”
“Keller’s here?” Perceptor asked curiously as he started to search for the familiar human.
“No! Better!” Epps almost cheered. “It’s the C-Two-Seven-J Spartan!” The man whirled around to look up at all the mechs and few humans that were staring at him completely lost. “That’s the plane that was just chosen for Joint Cargo Aircraft program. It’s now used all around the world! It’s like the best of the best!”
“Um… if you say so man,” Jazz chuckled, amused by Epps over enthusiasm at the jet’s presence.
Epps rolled his eyes as he stepped forward into the Lieutenant’s outstretched hand. “That’s the plane that was just chosen to be Air Force’s main transport aircraft!”
“I take it it’s good then?” Optimus smiled, amused by Epps rather exaggerated excitement.
“To put it in vehicle terms you would understand, the engine is a Rolls-Royce AE twenty-one hundred,” Epps smirked.
There were murmurs of approval from the older four of the First Team. “Rolls-Royce? Really?” Ironhide asked his optics focused on the large plane. “Must be good then.”
“Yeah,” Epps practically sighed in admiration. “I wonder if they’ll let me take it for a spin.”
“Oh now we’re all in trouble,” Will groaned dramatically.
“Oh for the love of Primus,” Barricade cried out in exasperation. “What I want to know is what is that plane doing here and what the slag is in that giant box!”
“Well the only way to learn that is to go down there and find out,” Ratchet laughed as he turned back to the others. “So why are we still standing around? Let’s go find out what the heck is going on!”
Everyone rushed back to their abandoned sleds at this announcement and quickly started making their way towards the ship and jet. “Do you suppose Keller really did send some of the old Sector Seven teams out here to did out the ARC?” Ratchet asked curiously as he hurried to catch up to Ironhide and Optimus, continuing their earlier conversation about Optimus’ communication with Keller.
“This fast?” Ironhide asked skeptically.
“Who knows? He’s been able to get a whole slew of things done for us in these past few months,” Ratchet shrugged.
“Come on guys! Let’s pick up the pace!” Epps called from Wheeljack’s sled. “I want to get a tour of the systems before they leave!”
“I doubt they’ll leave before seeing us!” Barricade growled as he heaved his sled forward.
“Man can’t you drop the slagging attitude?” Sideswipe huffed as he tried his best to keep Sunstreaker from actually physically attacking the ‘Con now that his power cells were gone. “We’re not slagging outlets for your frustration! Deal with your slagging problem and leave us out of it!”
Prowl turned momentarily to stare at Sideswipe totally stunned at the mech’s rather astute statement. Jazz snickered a bit as he walked past the surprised commander. “They’re all growing up.”
“Apparently,” Prowl mused as he started forward once again. Sam couldn’t help but sit up a bit taller at this statement and send Miles a quick thumbs up when the other boy glanced at him.
“Hey check it out! It looks like Captain Manning is coming out to greet us!” Ratchet exclaimed as he spotted the figure leaving the ship.
“Yeah, but why is he running like that?” Optimus frowned as he watched Manning practically sprinting towards them.
“Maybe something to do with why the Spartan’s here?” Ironhide offered, looking back over at Epps questioningly.
“How should I know?” Epps called back annoyed.
“Optimus,” Bumblebee spoke up quietly as he approached the big rig. “Is he waving at us?”
“Yeah, it seems as if he is,” Optimus sounded just as baffled as Bumblebee did.
“With both arms?” Jazz scoffed. “Looks more like he’s flailing.”
“Or pointing with both arms,” Ironhide corrected.
“But pointing at what?” Prowl asked as he tensed up and looked around, specifically at the sky in case of any seekers.
“I think the more appropriate question is where is he pointing?” Perceptor reasoned as he finally made it to the ridge. Sideswipe had to lean back as the scientist shoulder scope swung around. “Behind us?” Perceptor questioned as he instantly zoomed his vision onto the running human.
Puzzled, everyone turned to see just what it was that had the human so frantic. It didn’t take them long to figure it out though. Gasps erupted from all of them as they instantly spotted the flaming objects in the sky hurtling towards the Earth. To anyone else they would have looked like large meteors tumbling to their doom, but anyone who knew the Cybertronions instantly recognized them for what they really were.
“Holy Primus!” Optimus yelped as he instantly started calculating trajectory of the pods and predicting possibly landing sites. “Incoming!”
-To Be Continued

Author’s Note: So guess what I’m going to do next? Uh-huh, that’s right! Join us next week for chapter One Hundred Fifty Nine: Courting Disaster!
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