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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note:FLUFF! STUPIDITY! D-CON'S! OH THE MADNESS!
Chapter Fifty-Eight: WHEE!
Misfire was not a happy mech. Okay, so yeah he made mistakes every once in a while, but who didn’t? And so what if he never technically graduated from the Decepticon training school? It wasn’t his fault that the Autobots blew the place up, never mind that it was during his four thousand, six hundred and twenty seventh attempt at finally passing. Why was it that no one took him seriously?
He sighed as he looked down at the road called a “highway” with a bit of disdain. Here he was; one of the best warriors in the Decepticon army, in his logic circuits anyways, and he was wasting away on watch duty. How was that fair? Megatron himself had granted Misfire an exemption from the school training after he saw Misfire in action and immediately put Misfire on the front lines. The front lines! That had to mean something, didn’t it?
However, it seemed as if Starscream was as of yet unable to see the possible potential that Misfire brought to the table; which was extremely saddening considering that Misfire saw Starscream as the perfect Decepticon warrior and emulated to be just like him. He tried thousands of times to try and impress the commander but each and every time, he seemed to fall sadly short of meeting the goal. He even made sure he got a flyer mode on this planet so as he could be more mobile like the new Decepticon leader. Starscream however, did not seem that all impressed.
Misfire sighed again as he sat there high in a rather large redwood tree and watched the human’s traffic roll by, passing the large national park unseeingly. ‘Boring,’ he thought sourly as he shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position. At least those creatures called “birds” were no longer trying to make a nest in him. Misfire was almost tempted to break cover to shot the foul little things but unlike some of the other Decepticons he could mention, he took his job very seriously.
He knew that this job was an important one. They couldn’t let the disgusting little humans find their base, though… technically it was still just a little dug out shelter. On the plus side, Scavenger had made it a bit bigger after the whole rain fiasco; which was a good thing because that tended to happen a lot on this small, strange little planet. Everyone was terrified of rusting but what else could they do? They couldn’t stop the rain… or could they? Misfire pondered this for a little while as he shifted once again, trying to ease some of the tension in his back wiring when he heard something. Or thought he heard something.
Sitting straight up, Misfire instantly pulled out his gun and looked around, trying to find the source of the strange creaking sound when it happened again. With a frown, Misfire tried to hone in on the source of the sound, which sounded pretty close; really close as he heard it again for a third time.
“Where is that coming fro-AHH!”
Misfire instantly tried to grab hold of something, anything that could possibly stop his falling as the large branch he had been perched in suddenly gave way and gravity kicked in. Landing on the ground with a large thud, Misfire groaned as he rolled over and lay on his back, staring the sky above him unseeingly. “Primus, that hurt,” he muttered as he finally managed to sit up somewhat and glanced around to see if he’d been spotted. The human cars happily whizzed by him and he let out a sigh of relief. “Man, I hate this…” he grumbled as he finally clambered to his feet, ensuring that none of the sun’s rays reflected of his shinny plating.
With a sigh, Misfire decided that perhaps it would be a good time to change his position and watch the road from the southern side of the street. He’d have to wait until the end of what was called the “lunch hour” first and with a shrug, he sat back down on the ground to wait for the traffic to pass. At least he didn’t have much longer on his shift. Sunset wasn’t that far away by Cybertronion standards so he could try and pass time by imagining he was blowing up all the blue cars that passed. Then red. Then green. Black seemed to be the favored color however by the humans and Misfire groaned as he realized where his thoughts were taking him.
“I am going insane…” he muttered as he finally looked away from the road and tried to focus on something else. “I miss Aimless,” he muttered as he wondered how his old partner was doing on the Energon search team. “Hell, I miss Triggerhappy and his insane cackling…” he said after awhile as he pictured the other gunner running around during battle, giggling madly as he fired. Misfire shook his head to try and dislodge the image on his internal screen. “Now there is one crazy mech…” he muttered as he absently kicked an inquisitive deer aside. “How he ended up with Aimless I’ll never know…”
Misfire absently watched the deer’s flight through the air as the it was propelled out from the brush where he was hiding before he suddenly cringed as it landed smack dab on one of the traveling cars. Well, the only thing that could have possibly happened next could only be described as pandemonium as that car instantly squealed on its breaks, which in turn startled the driver behind him as he proceeded to crash into that car when the driver behind him tried to swerve and ended up against the guard rail while the first car was then pushed out into oncoming traffic that just happened to be a semi truck…
Misfire winced as he watched the smatterings of explosions and fireballs that lit up the surrounding area as cars were crunched, smashed, detonated and so on and so forth. When the sound finally died, Misfire was surprised to see about thirty or so of the different Earth vehicles all in a gigantic pile right in front of his hiding spot. He was amused to see that the deer, now out of its dazed state from where it had been subsequently thrown out of the way, take off through the forest on the other side of the four-lane roadway.
“Oops,” he muttered as he watched the cars come to fiery halt.
It was a bit of a din as people from cars that had managed to avoid the rather large… accident began climbing out of their own cars and were all panicking at the sight of the wreckage. Screams and yelling was only slightly drowned out by the roar of the fire burning. It seemed that the semi had been transporting fuel.
‘Fuel…’ Misfire eyed the rather large bonfire critically. ‘Perhaps that’s been my problem.’ Wondering if perhaps he had stumbled onto something finally, Misfire completely ignored the sudden sound of sirens in the distance. Perhaps that’s why his performance was never up to Starscream’s standards, he was using the wrong fuel!
With a quick glance to ensure that all the humans were otherwise occupied, Misfire quickly brought up the web and input the term “fuel” into the search engine. Jerking upright at the sudden influx of sound bites from a band by the same name, he winced and quickly backpedaled out of the site he had found at the top of the list. Browsing a few sights and not seeing anything that looked even remotely helpful, he bypassed the sites with the term “corn” in them and narrowed his search a bit for something a little more worthwhile. It was when he hit the home page for something called “NASA” that he finally hit the proverbial jackpot.
“Now this is more like it…” he murmured as he went thought the site, reading the different chemical formulas. “And it’s only about eight clicks away…”
With a sly grin, Misfire turned and moved deeper into the dense forest to try and find a good spot to transform and take off, leaving all the commotion and chaos that he had created behind him wondering exactly how this “rocket fuel” would taste.
Starscream scowled as he looked about at the assorted group of Decepticons just lounging around. Some of the Constructicon’s were over at the side pouring some sort of foundation, thank the stars. It seemed as if it had taken them forever to finally get some sort of working mixture for their base. Runabout, it seemed, had started a round of one of the few Cybertronion gambling games off to the right. Thundercracker was watching on in amusement as it seemed Skywarp was winning, if the pile of oil drums in front of him was anything to go by.
Over to the left was Hook, chatting with the second half of the runners about something or other and that was it. Save for Soundwave who practically went MIA right after he landed with his little rag tag team and Swindle who just never showed up, everyone was accounted for. So why did Starscream suddenly have this dark feeling of dread in the pit of his tank?
With a scowl, he looked over the group again counting heads when Hook finally noticed his “leader’s” dark frown and wandered over as Runamuck headed towards the small impromptu game. “Dare I ask what is wrong?” Hook asked archly as he looked over in the direction that Starscream was looking at, trying to figure out what in the world could possibly have the seeker so fascinated.
“Are we missing anybody?” Starscream suddenly asked, surprising Hook from his searching.
“What?” Hook looked back at Starscream suspiciously, wondering if some of his main wires had finally disconnected, before he too looked over the assembled Decepticons and did his own count. “Well, Soundwave we know hasn’t been here in weeks so that leaves…”
“Oh SLAG!” Starscream suddenly yelped; gaining the attention of some of the others as he finally realized just who it was that was currently absent. “HAS ANYONE SEEN MISFIRE?” Consecutive shakes of the head did not calm Starscream one bit as he started running a perimeter scan for the missing mech’s personal signal.
Hook watched the smaller jet amused. “Is this a bad thing?” he asked as he leaned back against one of the human’s machines that had been left behind. “I thought you had him on patrol.”
“I did,” the other ‘Con snarled as his scanner suddenly beeped. “Slag,” he said again. “Nothing on the short range scanner…”
Hook tilted his head, curious. “So why is him missing such a problem?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“Better to have him where I can see him then not knowing what possible mischief he could have gotten himself into,” Starscream growled as he suddenly came to a station almost alive with sound. They listened to the human’s panic over some accident or another on the highway before they switched the channel.
“Well, where do you suppose he could have gone off too?” Hook murmured when Starscream finally came across something.
“-Helloooooooooo!-” Misfires unmistakable voice came over the radio. “-Here squirrelly, squirrelly, squirrelly…I promise I won’t hurt you…I just want to step on you…-”
“What the frag?” Hook muttered as he heard the slurred words. “What the matrix happened to him?”
“Is Misfire drunk?” Skywarp cried out as he wandered over to the two, having been notified by Misfire’s rather loud communication.
“Sounds like it,” Thundercracker added as he followed his husband over, tuning into the channel. “But I thought there was no Energon on this dirt ball…”
“There isn’t,” Starscream scowled as he tried to hone in on the runaway mechs coordinates. “FUCKING HELL!” Starscream suddenly shouted, using one of the few human curse slangs he had grown fond of. “He’s headed for one of the main cities!”
“What?” Everyone yelped as they had all wandered over to find out what was going on.
“Which one?” Thundercracker asked, pulling up a map of the area.
“Some city called ‘Los Angeles’,” Starscream scowled as he glared at the little blip labeled “idiot” fly across the screen as if he could somehow make it and the mech it represented spontaneously combust.
“So are you going to go after him?” Hook asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer.
“We have no slagging choice,” Starscream growled. “The last thing we need is those Autobot saps to find out that you’ve all arrived, let alone that we’re mobilized.”
“Are we mobilized?” Scrapper whispered loudly to Scavenger. “We don’t even have a slagging base.”
“SILENCE IN THE RANKS!” Starscream shouted. The smaller ‘Con went quiet. “We have no choice. Thundercracker, Skywarp. You two are with me.”
“Now where else would we be?” Thundercracker drawled. Skywarp snickered behind him.
“Shut it,” Starscream scowled at him. Thundercracker just shrugged.
“Let’s go round him up,” Starscream sighed as he turned to Hook. “I trust you can handle things while I’m gone?”
Hook just nodded. “Indubitably,” the ‘Con smirked.
“Good.” With a quick shift, the three seekers soon tore out of the small quarry and disappeared into the sky. Everyone waited until the three specks were most definitely out of sight before a large cheer went up.
“FREEDOM!” Long Haul cried.
“Thank Primus,” Mixmaster agreed with a sigh. Everyone began chatting at once as the tension in the small quarry was suddenly lifted like a rising fog as they all began talking.
Hook frowned at the roar before he finally sighed and cupped his hands around his mouth. “All right you rust buckets, listen up!” he bellowed and everyone instantly went quiet as they turned to their boss. Hook scowled at them for a full minute before he broke out in a wide grin. “Thirty drums that Misfire blows our cover in the first hour!” Laughter followed this announcement and instant chatter began again as everyone began placing random bets on their companions.
“Fifty says that it’s nothing Misfire does but somehow Starscream screws it up!” Scrapper called out.
“My money is on Skywarp,” Runabout said as he began counting the chips.
“A hundred that it’s Thundercracker that gets their afts out of the fire!” his teammate called out.
“You are so on!”
“WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“MISFIRE, YOU IDIOT! GET BACK HERE! STUPID DRUNK!”
“-I don’t think he can hear you over the wind,-” Thundercracker sent to Starscream as he watched Misfire accomplish a rather interesting barrel roll right over a rather large sky rise. It was interesting to see the humans all panicking in the streets. They looked like little drops of oil running around aimlessly as they collected into a huge group only to scatter again as Misfire suddenly skimmed over one of the main roadways.
“DAMN IT!” Starscream shouted again. “-MISFIRE! RETURN TO BASE IMMEDIATELY!-”
Thundercracker and Skywarp watched amused as Misfire suddenly did a full on nosedive only to pull up at the last second and fly for a while upside down in between the buildings. “-How do you suppose he’s keeping himself from getting sick?-” Skywarp asked curiously as the smaller jet began rolling again.
“-How the fuck should I know?-” Starscream sent back angrily.
They all watched a bit disgusted as a sudden stream of fluid left from the drunk mech and began raining down on the city and the humans below. “-Sorry I asked…-” Skywarp winced as he wondered if it was possible to fly with his intake valves closed.
“-Skywarp, see if you can get ahead of him,-” Starscream sent him.
“-What?-” the mech in question shouted back. “-I’m not going to do that! He could run into me!-”
“That’s kind of the point…” Starscream muttered under his breath.
“-Did you say something?-”
“-Just try and cut him off!-” he shouted back at them. “-We’ll try and steer him back in the direction of that ‘Yo Sem Ity’ place where we’re hiding.-”
“-I thought it was one word. ‘Yosemity’.-” Skywarp muttered absently.
“-WHO CARES?-” Starscream suddenly bellowed back at him. “-Just cut him OFF! Preferably before he flies into a building and we have to shift to get him out.-”
“-Can’t we just leave him?-” Skywarp whined. “-He’ll find his way home after he sobers a bit.-”
“-As much as I hate to say, we can’t take that chance,-” Starscream muttered as he watched the mech begin loop-de-loops over a rather round building.
“-Uh oh…-” Thundercracker suddenly came over the line. “-I’m picking up some activity with the humans. I think they’re trying to mobilize their own flight units.-”
“-Slag-,” Starscream growled. “-The last thing that we don’t need…-”
“-Hey Starscream? Have you figure out where he’s headed yet?-” Skywarp suddenly asked as he looked at the current map as they flew about over the city.
“-I don’t know… but I can only hope it’s someplace inconspicuous…-”
“-LOOK OUT!-”
Everyone suddenly dodged as a rather large plane suddenly appeared right in front of them. Employing some rather easy maneuvers, all three of the seekers were able to bypass the plane filled with wide-eyed humans staring at them in surprise. Starscream just scowled. “-Damn it Skywarp, you’re supposed to be watching for things like that!-” he shouted.
“-I DID!-” Skywarp shouted back. “-I warned you, didn’t I?-”
“-Um guys?-” Thundercracker suddenly called out. “-Is he headed for where I think he’s headed?-”
“-Oh slag!-” Skywarp yelped as he saw what they were headed for and the chatter on the human’s radio waves suddenly grew in volume.
Starscream scowled. “The slagging airport!”
“Bill? Bill? What is the situation out there?” The reported behind the desk was asking as he was looking at his own small television screen next to him that showed another reporter in front of what appeared to be an airport.
“Brian? Brian are you seeing this?”
“Yes we see it Bill,” the female anchor announced as she too looked at the screen. “Can you describe what you’re observing?”
“Oh it’s just horrible Beverly. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever seen!”
“What is going on there now?” Bill’s voice said over the new picture of what looked to be the runways in a state of complete chaos. Suddenly a fast blur flew past and the camera jerked as it was quickly followed by three more and the cameraman turned to try and follow the things path.
“Is that a military jet?” Beverly asked as the picture focused in on the jet in front.
“Yes, Beverly. It seems that there’s something going on with the lead jet, that one right there. You can see it now.” The picture zoomed in on the one in front as Bill continued. “The jet has been circling the airport now for almost an hour, and has taken to randomly dive bombing the few planes that are on the taxi runways.” The image changed to another one of the runways taken at a different angle, obviously having been filmed earlier. The image of the one jet almost freefalling towards some of the larger international planes, only to suddenly pull up at the last second, just skimming the top of the planes looped for a while before the picture went back to Bill. “As you can see, earlier there was mass hysteria as the jet was actually bouncing off of these planes and there had been some talk on whether or not to evacuate those planes by using the ramps.”
“Now why haven’t they done that Bill?” Beverly suddenly asked. “Have the officials said anything to you?”
“Well we did have a representative out here earlier and they expressed their concern on whether or not that would just cause more of a problem once they actually have people on the ground and vulnerable,” Bill told her as the picture suddenly changed again showing a fleet of fire trucks and emergency vehicles all scrambling away from the pursuing jet that was giving chase, hovering just feet off the ground as it followed them. “All of the planes containing people have been sent to the hangers for safety.”
“Has anyone been hurt Bill?” Brian suddenly spoke up
“Wha-?” Bill asked as one of the three sped over him. “No, no. It seems that so far it’s only been limited to property damage.”
“Well that’s good,” Brian suddenly was on camera again grinning as he turned back to camera in front of him, the live feed continuing in a corner of the screen. “We have since tried to get in touch with the local air force base and have yet to hear anything back from the military. No word yet on who it is that is actually flying the rouge jet or what even it was that set him off. It seems as if his three co-pilots have been trying to almost steer him away from the airport and are trying to coax him to leave.”
The image switched back to the reporters in the studio. “Once again, if you’re just joining us; there has been a rouge fighter jet that has been terrorizing the commuters in the Los Angeles airport known commonly as LAX,” Beverly took up the dialogue. “We are urging all citizens that if you do have any flight plans for today that you please stay away from the airport and call their hotline for any update on-”
“HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! Did you see that?” Bills voice suddenly broke in as the picture once again focused on the reporter in the field. “Brian, Beverly, I don’t know if you saw this, but it looks as if one of the jets just… well, disappeared into thin air.”
“What?” Brian asked as they looked at the now two jets following the barrel rolling one. “But how is that possible?”
“Bill? Do you see where the third one went?”
“Does it look like I know where the third one went Beverly?” Bill snapped. “It was there one second and suddenly it was just gone-THERE IT IS!” Bill suddenly cried out triumphantly as the third jet suddenly appeared in front of the crazy one, forcing the other jet away from what would have been a rather fiery crash into the control tower.
“Oh my god,” Brian murmured as he watched the feed. “That was close.”
“That was very close,” Beverly agreed as they continued watching the screen. “How do you suppose they did that?”
“It’s possible that that is the reason we’ve been getting no response from the military,” Brian said thoughtfully.
“What? Test planes? Do you think that’s what’s going on? Test planes gone haywire?” Beverly turned back to her co-reporter with a frown. “Brian, I thought you were talking to the stations shrink about your conspiracy theories.”
“She doesn’t get it!” Brian cried out indignantly. “She had no idea; none of you have any idea about what’s really going on out there!” Brian suddenly jumped to his feet and whirled around to face the camera. “I’ve been saying it since Mission City! The military is up to something and I’m going to be the one to break the story! Just see if I don’t!”
Brian’s mike suddenly went quiet as two burly guys rushed the stage and grabbed the man as he tried to climb over the desk. The picture suddenly flipped back to Bill whom it seemed wasn’t paying attention as the jet he had been tracking suddenly bypassed the runway and began… well, car hopping the different cars in the parking lot; bouncing off one then another.
“MY CAR!” Bill screamed horrified. “I just got that waxed!”
There was nothing left of the car however as there was the sudden sound of gunfire and Bill and his cameraman hit the dirt. All anyone could see for a long moment was the ground and a bit of the news vans tires before the cameraman finally climbed to his feet. “Hey Bill?” an unfamiliar voice called out.
“Yeah, Bob. I’m here,” Bill called out as his feet and part of his coat could now be seen in the frame. The camera was suddenly lifted once again and now everyone could see the first four jets now being chased by five new jets; or rather, chasing three that had been chasing the fourth one. The rouge one was still flying around as if without a care in the world as he zigzagged away from the sudden missiles launched at him. The other three instantly scattered and began returning fire at the latest flyers.
“Bill?” Beverly’s voice suddenly appeared again. “Are they firing at each other?”
“That seems to be the case here,” Bill told her as they focused on the fight. “It’s practically a war zone out here. Some of the planes on the ground are turning and are moving back towards the other end of the airport and away from the fire.”
Suddenly one of the missiles connected with a random building and the structure exploded in fire and debris. “Holly fuck,” Bob’s voice was picked up by the microphone.
“Bob! Focus!” Bill’s angry voice shouted and the camera was forcefully yanked away from the burning building and focused once again on the jets in the air.
It was just in time too as one of the first jets suddenly appeared over the out of control one and everyone could just barely make out the clamps latching on to the jet before both proofed out of sight. Bob and Bill just continued to stare at the empty space for a long while before Bob yanked the camera around again and focused on the other two that seemed to be taking everyone’s surprise as a chance to bugger out.
Everyone just stared at the now empty and calm sky for a long, long moment before Bill’s voice once again came out of the speakers. “What the hell was that?”
The screen suddenly went dark as Optimus took the remote control from Wheeljack’s limp hand and absently pressed the power button. All the Autobots and humans alike just stared in shock at the blank screen of the now clearly functional master computer in somewhat awe and amazement. Wheeljack had insisted they all be there for the grand unveiling of the computer to see what it could do and boy, were they happy that Optimus had made it an order.
Optimus slowly turned and faced the only mech in the building that could possibly answer him. “Anyone you know?” he drawled.
Barricade just shrugged. “What can I say? Misfire’s a lush.” The Autobots just stared at him in surprise as Barricade turned and began sauntering out of the hanger. “Oh and if they ever do manage to organize an attack, you are SO on your own…” And with that, the only Decepticon present shut the door behind him, leaving the Autobots to just stare after him in stupefied shock.
-To Be Continued

Author's Note: And now that I've gotten that out of my system, please join us tomorrow for chapter Fifty Nine- Multiplying Meetings
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