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Fandom: G1 Transformers
Characters: Ratchet and Wheeljack, with appearances by my OCs: Red Eye, Backdraft, Downburst, and Frequency, as well as the Unnamed Neutral from Regrets
Prompt: 022 – Enemies
Word Count: 1369 (and counting)
Rating: PG
Summary: Ratchet and Wheeljack get caught behind enemy lines in the early days of the war on Cybertron.
A/N: Part 1 is posted here.
Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro and Takara, and are licensed to IDW and Dreamworks. My original characters are my own and any similarity between them and any existing characters from canon or fandom is purely coincidental. I claim no ownership by writing this work.
“Slag!” Red Eye yelled. “Where’d they go? What happened t’ th’ box?”
“The medic shot it,” Backdraft said. He flicked a piece of debris off his shoulder, a look of disgust plastered on his refined features.
“What was it anyways?” Downburst asked, poking at the remains with a delicate blue hand.
“Hmph … it could have been a box o’ slargs fer all I know. Ye’d think that we were th’ enemy th’ way those upper echelon troops keep information from us,” Red Eye grunted, nodding in the direction of the Comm Officer.
“Listen up Seekers, we have new orders!” Frequency called down from the roof. “Find the medic and the engineer. Command wants them alive for questioning!”
“Any other orders, boss?” Downburst asked.
“Nope. And the exact wording was that He wants them alive and able to answer questions. Follow the orders to the letter, and have fun, boys!” Frequency said before turning away to visually scan the area.
“Hmph! Maybe we’ll get some fun outta this yet. C”mon, lads! Let’s find our wayward Autobots,” Red Eye said.
“Yeah, this is a dangerous neighbourhood,” Backdraft snickered. “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to them.”
“Here, Autobots! C’mon out and we’ll give you a nice escort home!” Downburst laughed.
“Hey, bro, if that works I’ll give you half my rations for the week,” Backdraft chuckled.
“Lads, c’mon, let’s try t’ take this seriously,” Red Eye said, “at least fer as long as Frequency’s here,” he added in a whisper.
The two other Seekers smothered their laughter and began their search for the two Autobots.
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Ratchet and Wheeljack had just enough time to get into a burned out building before the flash from the explosion dissipated. They sat is the darkness trying to be as silent as possible as the Decepticons began to search the area. Ratchet pulled back further into the shadows as the tall black Seeker casually glanced into the building. Somehow he didn’t notice Ratchet’s bright white paint and continued on his way. Once it seemed clear, Wheeljack got up and began to look around the room frantically.
“We can’t stay here,” he whispered. “There has to be a hatch leading to the maintenance tunnels here somewhere. Help me find it.”
“What does it look like? What am I looking for?” Ratchet asked.
“I don’t know. It’s a door, or a hatch, or maybe a portal. It’ll probably be in the floor … or in the walls,” Wheeljack replied, looking under a box. “It might be in the ceiling, but I doubt it.”
“Oh. Well that narrows it down. Thanks,” Ratchet said, shaking his head.
“Quit griping and help me look,” Wheeljack said.
The two moved the debris as quickly and quietly as possible, occasionally ducking behind a box to avoid the gaze of a Seeker.
“Found it!” Wheeljack crowed, far too loudly.
“Shhh!” Ratchet hissed.
“It came from over there!” a voice cried from outside.
“Here Autobots! We promise we won’t hurt you too badly!” another voice laughed.
“Am I th’ only one takin’ this seriously?” a third, lilting voice asked, sounding very close to the door.
Together Wheeljack and Ratchet pulled open the hatch in the floor, wincing as the old hinges shrieked in protest. The door opened partway then refused to budge.
“Well, that’ll never shut again,” Wheeljack muttered before heading down into the opening in the floor. “This seems deeper than I would have figured,” he added when his feet didn’t touch bottom. He let go and plunged into darkness.
Ratchet heard a short yelp followed by a splash and the clatter of metal striking metal.
“Jack? Jack! Are you okay?” Ratchet called down, ignoring the sound of the Seekers approaching the building.
“Yeah, but it’s about an 80 foot drop,” Wheeljack called up from the darkness.
Suddenly the door burst open and Ratchet jumped down the hole, letting out a string of obscenities as he fell.
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“Primus damn it!” Backdraft yelled, looking into the hole with distaste. “I will not go down into the sewers!”
“And would ye like t’ be th’ one t’ explain that t’ Him?” Red Eye asked, his voice dripping with scorn.
“No,” Backdraft replied petulantly, “but can’t we just tell Him that we lost them?”
“Oh, an’ tha’ would go over much better,” Red Eye said rolling his optics.
“Yeah, but –” Backdraft’s argument was cut off by Downburst’s laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Red Eye asked, turning on his wing-mate.
“You two! That’s what’s so funn-eh!” Downburst laughed, mocking Red Eye’s accent. “Oh, come on! Am I the only one who’s actually following the ground war?”
“Yes,” both Red Eye and Backdraft said together.
Downburst crossed his arms and looked at his wing-mates in disbelief.
“I don’t believe you two!” he said. “Alright, fine, you only care about the sky war. I’ll make this simple so I don’t bore you. The ground troops took out this area on purpose since it’s got a direct line to HQ.”
“What? It’s not a direct line,” Backdraft said clearly confused.
“Yeah, not from up here,” the blue and gold Seeker said, stamping his foot on the ground.
Suddenly the light of dawning realization filled Red Eye’s optics. “The tunnel only leads one way!”
“And we have understanding!” Downburst cried, raising his arms to the heavens.
“Very funny. Just fer that you don’t get t’ come Autobot huntin’ with me,” Red Eye said.
“I still don’t get it,” Backdraft said.
“The tunnel only leads to HQ, brother,” Downburst said, patiently. “In their attempt to evade us, the Autobots have trapped themselves.”
“Exactly! Now you two follow the tunnel up here towards HQ. Find a good ambush spot an’ I’ll herd th’ medic an’ th’ engineer to ye,” Red Eye said.
“Sounds fine by me, especially if it means I don’t need to go down there,” Backdraft said, turning toward the door.
“Jes remember that before ye start complainin’ about boredom. It might take me a while to get them properly motivated,” Red Eye said as he lowered himself into the hole in the floor.
Fandom: G1 Transformers
Characters: Ratchet and Wheeljack, with appearances by my OCs: Red Eye, Backdraft, Downburst, and Frequency, as well as the Unnamed Neutral from Regrets
Prompt: 022 – Enemies
Word Count: 1369 (and counting)
Rating: PG
Summary: Ratchet and Wheeljack get caught behind enemy lines in the early days of the war on Cybertron.
A/N: Part 1 is posted here.
Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro and Takara, and are licensed to IDW and Dreamworks. My original characters are my own and any similarity between them and any existing characters from canon or fandom is purely coincidental. I claim no ownership by writing this work.
“Slag!” Red Eye yelled. “Where’d they go? What happened t’ th’ box?”
“The medic shot it,” Backdraft said. He flicked a piece of debris off his shoulder, a look of disgust plastered on his refined features.
“What was it anyways?” Downburst asked, poking at the remains with a delicate blue hand.
“Hmph … it could have been a box o’ slargs fer all I know. Ye’d think that we were th’ enemy th’ way those upper echelon troops keep information from us,” Red Eye grunted, nodding in the direction of the Comm Officer.
“Listen up Seekers, we have new orders!” Frequency called down from the roof. “Find the medic and the engineer. Command wants them alive for questioning!”
“Any other orders, boss?” Downburst asked.
“Nope. And the exact wording was that He wants them alive and able to answer questions. Follow the orders to the letter, and have fun, boys!” Frequency said before turning away to visually scan the area.
“Hmph! Maybe we’ll get some fun outta this yet. C”mon, lads! Let’s find our wayward Autobots,” Red Eye said.
“Yeah, this is a dangerous neighbourhood,” Backdraft snickered. “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to them.”
“Here, Autobots! C’mon out and we’ll give you a nice escort home!” Downburst laughed.
“Hey, bro, if that works I’ll give you half my rations for the week,” Backdraft chuckled.
“Lads, c’mon, let’s try t’ take this seriously,” Red Eye said, “at least fer as long as Frequency’s here,” he added in a whisper.
The two other Seekers smothered their laughter and began their search for the two Autobots.
Ratchet and Wheeljack had just enough time to get into a burned out building before the flash from the explosion dissipated. They sat is the darkness trying to be as silent as possible as the Decepticons began to search the area. Ratchet pulled back further into the shadows as the tall black Seeker casually glanced into the building. Somehow he didn’t notice Ratchet’s bright white paint and continued on his way. Once it seemed clear, Wheeljack got up and began to look around the room frantically.
“We can’t stay here,” he whispered. “There has to be a hatch leading to the maintenance tunnels here somewhere. Help me find it.”
“What does it look like? What am I looking for?” Ratchet asked.
“I don’t know. It’s a door, or a hatch, or maybe a portal. It’ll probably be in the floor … or in the walls,” Wheeljack replied, looking under a box. “It might be in the ceiling, but I doubt it.”
“Oh. Well that narrows it down. Thanks,” Ratchet said, shaking his head.
“Quit griping and help me look,” Wheeljack said.
The two moved the debris as quickly and quietly as possible, occasionally ducking behind a box to avoid the gaze of a Seeker.
“Found it!” Wheeljack crowed, far too loudly.
“Shhh!” Ratchet hissed.
“It came from over there!” a voice cried from outside.
“Here Autobots! We promise we won’t hurt you too badly!” another voice laughed.
“Am I th’ only one takin’ this seriously?” a third, lilting voice asked, sounding very close to the door.
Together Wheeljack and Ratchet pulled open the hatch in the floor, wincing as the old hinges shrieked in protest. The door opened partway then refused to budge.
“Well, that’ll never shut again,” Wheeljack muttered before heading down into the opening in the floor. “This seems deeper than I would have figured,” he added when his feet didn’t touch bottom. He let go and plunged into darkness.
Ratchet heard a short yelp followed by a splash and the clatter of metal striking metal.
“Jack? Jack! Are you okay?” Ratchet called down, ignoring the sound of the Seekers approaching the building.
“Yeah, but it’s about an 80 foot drop,” Wheeljack called up from the darkness.
Suddenly the door burst open and Ratchet jumped down the hole, letting out a string of obscenities as he fell.
“Primus damn it!” Backdraft yelled, looking into the hole with distaste. “I will not go down into the sewers!”
“And would ye like t’ be th’ one t’ explain that t’ Him?” Red Eye asked, his voice dripping with scorn.
“No,” Backdraft replied petulantly, “but can’t we just tell Him that we lost them?”
“Oh, an’ tha’ would go over much better,” Red Eye said rolling his optics.
“Yeah, but –” Backdraft’s argument was cut off by Downburst’s laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Red Eye asked, turning on his wing-mate.
“You two! That’s what’s so funn-eh!” Downburst laughed, mocking Red Eye’s accent. “Oh, come on! Am I the only one who’s actually following the ground war?”
“Yes,” both Red Eye and Backdraft said together.
Downburst crossed his arms and looked at his wing-mates in disbelief.
“I don’t believe you two!” he said. “Alright, fine, you only care about the sky war. I’ll make this simple so I don’t bore you. The ground troops took out this area on purpose since it’s got a direct line to HQ.”
“What? It’s not a direct line,” Backdraft said clearly confused.
“Yeah, not from up here,” the blue and gold Seeker said, stamping his foot on the ground.
Suddenly the light of dawning realization filled Red Eye’s optics. “The tunnel only leads one way!”
“And we have understanding!” Downburst cried, raising his arms to the heavens.
“Very funny. Just fer that you don’t get t’ come Autobot huntin’ with me,” Red Eye said.
“I still don’t get it,” Backdraft said.
“The tunnel only leads to HQ, brother,” Downburst said, patiently. “In their attempt to evade us, the Autobots have trapped themselves.”
“Exactly! Now you two follow the tunnel up here towards HQ. Find a good ambush spot an’ I’ll herd th’ medic an’ th’ engineer to ye,” Red Eye said.
“Sounds fine by me, especially if it means I don’t need to go down there,” Backdraft said, turning toward the door.
“Jes remember that before ye start complainin’ about boredom. It might take me a while to get them properly motivated,” Red Eye said as he lowered himself into the hole in the floor.