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01 May 2008 @ 10:31 pm
Bouncing Balls 4  

Title:  Bouncing Balls 4
Rating:  PG-13 
Characters/Pairings:  Smokescreen, Prowl and Red Alert
Warnings:  a little cussing and 1 gun discharge
Universe:  G1

Summary:  The Prank gets re-launched
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own the Transformers© franchise or the characters it contains.  They belong to Has/Tak, No infringement intended.

 

The tiny brightly colored rubber balls just kept pouring out of the Tactical Office and flooding their bouncing and rolling way down the hall.  As Smokescreen stood and stared, he hoped Red Alert for once would be late for the planning session with Trailbreaker, Prowl and himself.  The Security Director, normally calm and collected during battle if he stayed in the Ark to coordinate, had been on edge since the battle two days ago.  That was when he had caught Ravage and Laserbeak attempting to use the battle as a diversion for their own romp through the Ark.  Then Red Alert had been ordered to go with Prime & Prowl to a meeting in Portland most of yesterday. Red just had not had enough opportunity yet to calm down and in Smokescreen’s CPU, this prank was sure to be the final act to set him off.  And give the rest of the Ark’s residents a few minutes of excitement to boot.

So as Smokescreen watched the bouncing rubber balls continue to steadily pour out of the Tactical teams office, racing down the hall in both directions from where he stood he began to open a private line to his fellow Datsun, Tactician  and Second in Command, Prowl.  The very loud scream of “Intruder! Decepticon’s! Sabotage!” Followed by his internal alert alarm going off, along with the coordinates of this section of hallway had Smokescreen cycling his air vents and terminating the comm. line.  Prowl would be here soon enough anyway.  So he turned towards the yell to see Red Alert moving quickly yet cautiously towards him gun in hand.

“Easy Red, it’s just a prank.  There harmless.” Smokescreen offered mildly as he eyed the keyed up over clocked Security Director in front of him and beyond him Prowl making his own cautious way towards them.  “You might want to put the gun away, before we have an accident, and maybe cut the alarm.”

“Red Alert” and the Security Director jumped and spun at Prowls voice, “subspace that weapon.  Now.   And turn off the alarm.”

Smokescreen watched Prowl flick his door wings in puzzlement as he studied Red Alert, and realized with mild apprehension that the 2IC was seeing in Red Alert the same thing he was.  It was as though Red wasn’t registering anything he was seeing or hearing.  Or more accurately, due to his overly keyed up systems at the moment, he was registering what he was seeing and hearing, but instead of calming down, his CPU was having trouble keeping up with the sensory and situational information he was receiving, thus causing him sensory hallucinations that were offering him visions of threats that really were not present.  It had been quite awhile since this had happened.  Normally Inferno insured Red Alert got enough down time, whether the SD wanted it or not.

Smokescreen offered a nod of his head and flick of his door wings as Prowl overrode the alert alarm and ran options.  Prowl turned to look behind him down the hall where Smokescreen indicated. Coming at a full out run in response to the alarm, guns drawn, were Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.  “Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Stop!  Look out, false alarm.  Watch the floor! Stop!” 

Smokescreen winced as to late the warning and two high the speed, the twins hit the rubber ball strewn floor and went cussing, sliding and crashing into walls, balls and floor sending a wave of the tiny colored things scattering as the twins came to a stop in a twisted red and yellow pile of Toughline Model Lamborghinis.

Another crash behind him followed by more cussing and more balls scattering turned out to be Ironhide, gun also in hand, as he to hit the ball covered floor at a full out run while coming from a side hall.

Neither Prowl nor Smokescreen could tell what Red Alert thought he heard and saw between the loud noises of the crashes and the cussing, for he was deadly silent as he suddenly spun around from Ironhide’s direction to face the twins.  As he did so he dropped and ducked around Prowl, brought his gun to bear and opened fire.

As the firearm discharge alarm sounded, Prowl actually cursed, “Slag,” and Smokescreen, had he had the time, would have been extremely surprised that he had been the witness, and further, would have begun calculating the bet on time span since someone had last heard Prowl curse.  That was of course if he hadn’t been trying to wrestle Red Alert to the ground and relieve him of his weapon. 

The scene ended when Prowl in a second uncharacteristic fit of pique, slammed his fist into Red Alerts helm hard enough to off line the SD.  Smokescreen stared, that was a move he would have expected of Ironhide.  Then he climbed off the off lined red and white Lamborghini and offered a hand to Prowl who excepted as he climbed to his feet.  They both took in the scene. 

The twins were climbing to their feet, Sideswipe scowling and Sunstreaker complaining of the scratches.  Ironhide meanwhile had moved up on them.  Judging by the angry glare on his face it was probably a good thing Prowl had already off lined the Lamborghini.  A good half of the Arks’ in residence population, most with weapons drawn were gathered now, drawn by the double alarms, and now, the curiosity in the show unfolding before them kept them in place.  Optimus Prime and Jazz moved through the crowd towards the epicenter.

“Prowl, Smokescreen,” Prime nodded as he came to stand next to them.  “I’m pretty sure I’ve already put the scene together, but would one of you like to go ahead and enlighten me?”

A few flicks of the door wings at each other and Smokescreen spoke up.  After all, it had started with him.  “Well, the short and sweet story is I came to the Tact. Office, for a planning session with Prowl, Trailbreaker, and Red here.  Opened the door, out came the balls.  Red’s been so worked up the past two days, that I’m guessing this just pushed his CPU over the edge.  He lost it.  Warriors responding to the alert, just added to whatever scenario was playing out in Red’s head, he got off a couple shots, Prowl and I tackled him and Prowl knocked him out.”

Prime and Jazz both looked at Prowl in surprise.  And Prowl returned their looks with a steady blank look of his own.  ::Wow Love, you getting ready to lose it to?::  asked Jazz to Prowl over the Bond.

::Don’t start, I’m not through with you yet.::

Prime looked around, unaware of the private conversation.  “Very well.  Inferno, help Ironhide get Red Alert to Ratchet.  The rest of you, shows over, dismissed!” 

“Except for Sideswipe and Sunstreaker”  added Prowl.

As the crowd broke up, and the Twins waited at a distance, Optimus looked at Jazz.  “Didn’t Prowl give you orders to see these things removed from the Ark?”

“He did, and I did.  Even submitted a report, complete with security camera footage, that I had completed the task.”

“Hmm.” And Smokescreen was sure Prime was smiling behind the battle mask.  “Alright.  Prowl, call Hoist and Grapple in maintenance, have then fix the blaster damage to the walls.  They can clean up the balls as well, unless you have other candidates in mind.”  Prime glanced at the Twins.  “Then see that these nuisances do leave for good this time.  I think this prank has been played out enough.”  With that, Prime turned and left.

Prowl looked at Smokescreen, then Jazz,  then over at the twins, wondering if he really wanted to make the suggestion he was thinking of.  Or even reveal he knew about it.  It would certainly dent his reputation as a ‘pipe up the aft, strictly by the rules stiff.’ 

Jazz picked up Prowls indecision through their bond.  ::Ah, go ahead, the surprise might do them good.:: he sent.

The twins were eyeing the trio warily from where they stood when Prowl looked over at them.  “Come here.”

Smokescreen got another surprise today once the twins stood with the group.  “Smokescreen, Sideswipe, I believe you two both have a contact, with whom, shall we say, your affiliation with, brings to question your common sense.  However, I do believe he might be helpful in aiding with the removal of this prank equipment so it does not return.  And if I really am mistaken, and you don’t have such a contact, you might want to ask Mirage to help you out with his contact.  Jazz with me please.”  And Prowl moved off down the hall, Jazz in tow.

“Oh man, busted Bro.  Leave me out of this.”  And that said, Sunstreaker beat a hasty retreat, glad to not have to pick up the pit slagging little balls again.  As the only two Mechs left in the hall, Smokescreen looked at Sideswipe.  “Did you just hear Prowl say what I just heard Prowl say?  I mean ‘Mr. by the rule book, pipe up his aft Prowl?’  Did he really suggest we have permission to contact Swindle?”

Sideswipes optics glowed with glee, “Smokey, a good prank really does need to be shared.”

 

Chapter 5
 
 
 
Casha Mayfield: Casha Lakeside__wilderness__ on May 2nd, 2008 09:32 am (UTC)
*snickers* Oh fantastic! Poor Red! And such a nice explanation for why he was tipped over the edge. And Prowl offlining him? Wow...
Why is it all I can see is the ending ofStar Trek: The Trouble with Tribbles now?
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on May 2nd, 2008 01:44 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading and commenting. As far as Star Trek tribbles, that was one of my favorite epeisodes. Funny, I never thought of them though as I did this whole story line.

Casha Mayfield: Casha Forest Sprites__wilderness__ on May 2nd, 2008 02:07 pm (UTC)
It's just the bit right at the end reminds me so much of Scotty... where he transported them all onto the Klingons ship... *snickers* Damn, I'm gonna have to watch that episode again...
Myrrhibis or VAharleywitchokami_myrrhibis on May 2nd, 2008 01:30 pm (UTC)
Oh FRAG!!!!! *ROTFLMAO*

oh my..... wonder how long b4 Megs comes gunning for Bots.... oh my ....

And Prowl both swearing & giving approval for Swindle-contact.... priceless!!!
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on May 2nd, 2008 01:50 pm (UTC)
*ROTFLMAO* ?? Really, that good?. I appreciate your reading and commenting. Thank you.
Myrrhibis or VAharleywitchokami_myrrhibis on May 2nd, 2008 03:14 pm (UTC)
ROFLMAO b/c I can see this going veeery badly for the Cons... Warp + Frenzy & Rumble?? tee hee
mmousemmouse15 on May 2nd, 2008 06:37 pm (UTC)
The comments above are a wonderful addition to the story, BTW.

That was so funny! Get rid of the bouncy balls by sending them to Swindle? Oh, Primus, that's good!
I'm also ROFLMAO!
ryagelleryagelle on May 3rd, 2008 05:13 am (UTC)
I have laughed so hard, that now my stomach hurts. And Prowl is giving them permission to contact Swindle? Oh man, I can just see Megsie's face... *snerk*
Kyra Neko-Rei (Kyra Cat-Soul)kyra_neko_rei on May 5th, 2008 08:43 pm (UTC)
LOL . . . me too.
Kyra Neko-Rei (Kyra Cat-Soul): Awesomenesskyra_neko_rei on May 5th, 2008 04:28 pm (UTC)
Ohhhh, yes, share the joy with the Decepticons, PLEEEEEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is absolutely wonderful in every way possible.