Like a thief in the night

Chapter 32

Everything was peaceful at Autobot base. Nothing stirred, not even a-

"Lulz, disembodied voice, who U talking 2?"

What?

Ravage looked up from his computer and repeated. "Who U talking 2? Can U be quieter? I trying 2 txt here."

Wha-? Ravage, no! You're supposed to be asleep!

The cyber-cat frowned. "Aw, but I don't want 2."

And I don't care. Go to sleep.

"But-"

Off screen, a chair is thrown at Ravage, knocking him into unconsciousness, AKA sleep.

Now, where was I? Oh yes. It was all peaceful through Autobot base. All were recharging. Not a sound could be-

*WANG WANG WANG*

What now? Red lights bathed the now not-so-calm Autobot base while certain Cybertronians were abruptly awoken by very loud sirens.

"I KNEW IT!" Red alert yelled, running out, "THE WORLD IS ENDING!"

"Calm down, Red alert," Grumbled Tracks, still groggy from not getting enough of his "beauty recharge", "It's probably just another false alarm caused by…" He trailed off as he spotted the cause of the disturbance and whipped out his blaster. "A very ugly looking Decepticon! Cover me, Red!"

Red alert, nearly fritzing out in fear, jumped onto Tracks and held on like there was no tomorrow.

"Okay," Tracks said, "Not exactly what I meant but-" He never finished because a blast shot him in the chest and the two went down.

Swindle blew the smoke off his blaster. "Easy shot."

"What took you so long?!" Demanded the other Decepticon, clearly ticked off. Swindle held up his servos in defense. "Hey, hey, cool your circuits, Quicktrigger. I was picking up a blaster from a couple a unicorns." He paused and smirked. "Seems like I needed it."

"Yeah, well you nearly let the whole Autobot base have my helm!"

"Did not! I just saved your sorry little tailpipe!"

"My tailpipe wouldn't have needed saving if you had been here earlier like we planned!"

"Schedules are meant to broken!"

"Your face is meant to broken!"

The Autobots all stopped their assault to stare at the quarreling Deceticons, who had now taken up name calling.

"Freeloader!"

"Slugslinger!"

"Backfire!"

Electric Storm came in, sleepily rubbing her optics. "What happened, guys?" She asked, before staring at the scene in front of her, "…never mind, I don't wanna know."

"Kiss up!"

"Backstabber!"

"Pharmacist!" The Decepticons turned to stare at Nitro-x.

"What?" The Autobot asked.

Quicktrigger vented before saying, "Look, let's just get the Mini-con and leave."

"Agreed."

Ratchet, computing quickly, yelled, "Electric Storm! Your quarters!"

"What about them?" The red femme asked, still half-asleep.

"PROTECT YOUR MINI-CON!" Ratchet yelled.

Electric Storm's optics widened a brief moment before she turned tail and ran towards her quarters. The two Decepticons were already headed there, though, and Quicktrigger tripped the femme, making her fall to the ground.

"Ugh!" She yelled at them from the floor, "You big, fat MEANIES!" Dropping her face on the ground, she started to fall back asleep.

"Electric Storm!" Ratchet ordered, "Get in your quarters before the Decepticons retrieve your Mini-con!"

"No thanks." Electric Storm yawned and went back to sleep.

"Electric Storm, if the Decepticons get your Mini-con they will use it to become more powerful."

"They won't get it."

"And why not?!"

"'Cuz no one can."

"What do you mean?"

The red femme smiled and turned back on her side to sleep.

By now the Decepticons had already knocked Red Alert and Tracks out and were busting open Electric Storm's quarters. "Come here little Mini-con, we won't hurt ya," Swindle cooed.

"...much." Quicktrigger finished.

In the entrance…

"Electric Storm you *BLEEP*! How can you think that they'll NOT kidnap the *BLEEP*ing Mini Con?!" Ratchet calmly asked.

"Cuz…" The red femme trailed off, then, almost instantaneously there was shouting, swearing, clanging, and running Decepticons bolting out of the base with an angry Powercore behind them.

Before Electric Storm fell back into unconsciousness, she beamed, "That's my Mini-con!"