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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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16. Chaos

“What is happening?!?” Hunter growled as she was thrown across the bridge and crashed against the wall – again. Picking herself up off the floor, she shook her head and tried to get her optics to focus straight.

Mirage’s hands flowed over the pilot controls. Swiftly, he ran a diagnostic of the ship’s functions. He grabbed the consol just as the ship lurched again, tossing the femme back the way she had just been thrown from. “Main stabilizers are suffering from major power fluxes. It’s like the cables have come loose!”

The ship settled briefly. “Call Wheeljack, tell him to fix this piece of slag!” Hunter snarled as she picked herself up again. Pain shot through her as she wiggled her wings. Glancing at her right one, she snorted in disgust. A stream of energon was coming from a tear in its surface. “Freagin’ Primus!” she muttered.

Before she could get to into her cussing of Primus and everyone in this dimension, the ship lurched again, throwing her against the far wall again. “Akkkkkk!” she screamed as she smashed through the main view screen. Her optics went dark as she fell into emergency stasis lock.

“I’m… Here!” Wheeljack gasped as he pried the dented doors open and stumbled onto the bridge.

“Took you long enough! As you can see, we have a slight problem,” Mirage said. He grabbed the consol again as the ship lurched the other way. He had no control over it now!

Wheeljack darted forward, grabbing the navigational consol to balance. “I’m sorry, just lost track of Rat,” he said. Getting on his knees, he opened up the panel and began to see if he could track down their problem. He tried not to think about where his missing son had gone to. Well, he was still somewhere on the ship, so eventually they’d track him down.

Mirage ground his dental plates together as the ship lurched the other way. “Any ideas Wheeljack?” he asked.

The mech stood up, spreading his legs in a wide stance for balance. “There’s something going on with the circuits near the main thrusters. Call Grapple to check them.” He glanced up at Hunter who had just fallen out of the screen and back on the floor. Energon was pooling around her from her sliced up wing surfaces.

“Can I help father?” little Razor asked as she and Tiger slid through the half open doors. She jumped up on the consol, balancing easily even with the lurching ship.

Mirage smiled down at her and her half-brother. They were now an astro year old. Their intelligence was astounding. But strangely, they’d never really increased in size much. Though this didn’t cause the Autobots to love them any less! The little silvery protoform Guardians were dolted on by all the mechs. “Yes, would you two watch the sensors? With the ship helpless, we’ve got to hope no Decepticon cruisers are around.”

“Aye-Aye sir!” they said in unison and ran on top of the consoles over to the sensory consol. Their tiny feet making the slightest of tip-taps as they ran…

Wheeljack had thrown the unconscious Seeker over his shoulder armor and staggered out the door. “Time to try out that new invention of mine,” he yelled back to Mirage.

Mirage rolled his optics as he continued to keep his deathgrip on the consol as the wild ship continued to buck. Now that Wheeljack knew the alien Guardian technology, he was forever coming up with even stranger and stranger inventions. Granted, now that Grapple was checking them over – they actually worked. He wondered just what in Primus’ name the mech was planning on trying out on the damaged Hunter. And prayed that it wouldn’t tick her off too much this time!

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Grapple grunted as he was slammed up against the wall. “You ok Cheetah?” he asked with a concerned glance behind him.

The little silvery protoform nodded as he picked himself off the floor. “What do you think it is dad?” he asked. He blinked his strange yellow optics as he smiled up at Grapple.

Reaching down, Grapple pet his little head and smiled. “Don’t worry little one, we’ll find it and fix it,” he promised.

“You bet! You can do anything!” Cheetah exclaimed as he eagerly followed his dad into the main engine room. “Woooowwww! It’s so cool in here!” he stammered as he walked around, his optics open big in absolute amazement over all the equipment whirling and popping.

“I hope so,” Grapple said as he walked up the primarily consol and began to run some diagnostics. He punched the comlink. “//Hey Mirage, I’m in the engine room. Beginning diagnostics now.//”

Cheetah got bored of watching the big Autobot. So he began to wander. Then something caught his sensitive audios. The sound of giggling coming from within a wall panel. He put his audio to the wall, trying to discern what it was.

“//I can’t figure it out Mirage, one click its fine – the next it’s surged. It doesn’t make sense!//” Grapple said. His optic ridge drew together in concentration as he punched the sequences for the computer to do a rescan. He felt a little tap on his lower leg.

“Um dad?” Cheetah asked as he looked up.

“Not now Cheetah, I’ve got a big problem to figure out!” Grapple said. He turned his optics back to the screen. The diagnostic result were once again a mess that didn’t make sense. He felt the tap again.

“Uh dad?” the little protoform asked.

Grapple sighed in disgust, slamming his fists down on the consol. He punched in the codes to run a more indepth scan. “Later little one, I’m busy AKKKKKKK!” The ship lurched again, causing him to slam against the force field that protected the anti-matter drive. He writhed briefly in the electrical field, before falling out of it and onto the floor with a mighty clang. Little sparks of electricity flowed from the creases in his armor for a couple of astro seconds. He groaned as he slowly rebooted. “Primus that stung,” he mumbled. Then he felt the tap again. Though this time the tiny sparkling was tapping on his helm.

“Uh, dad?” Cheetah said again.

The architect grunted as he looked at his diminutive son. “Ok, what is it?” he asked. He slowly pushed himself off the floor and sat up.

Cheetah pointed to the wall panel. “Um, I think Rat’s in there playing with something,” he told him.

“Oh Primus, you’ve got to be kidding me!” Grapple moaned as he rubbed his helm. Little Rat was notorious for getting into the walls and creating mischief. The last time he’d merely knocked a few sensors offline. Hunter had threatened to beat the little sparkling within a breath of his life if he did it again. And now it looked like he had!

“No dad, I’m not kidding. He’s in there,” Cheetah answered as he looked up at Grapple.

Grapple crawled over to the wall plate and pulled it open. But the space was too tight for his chassis. “Sloggers, how am I going to get him out?” he muttered to himself.

“You want me to get him?!? I can do it! I know I can!” his son eagerly offered. His yellow optics danced with the hope that Grapple would trust him with this ‘mission’.

The mech sighed as he considered his options. He really didn’t have any at this moment, other than sending in Cheetah to collect his half-brother. The space was just too small for any mech bigger than Rumble to get in there. “Ok Cheetah, bring him out. Just be careful ok?” he told him.

“Yes sir!” Cheetah quipped happily and darted in the small hole.

Sounds of sparkling arguing drifted through the bulk head to him. Then the brief sounds of two sparklings fighting. This was followed by Rat’s cursing as he was dragged along by Cheetah. They both came tumbling out and hit the floor. Before Rat could even think of scampering away, Grapple’s fingers curled around him.

“Hey, uh, why’d you ruin the fun with ‘ol hyper boy here?” Rat quipped as he was lifted to Grapple’s optic level. His little crimson optics held not a lick of remorse for the chaos that he had caused. He raised his hands just to exaggerate his query.

Grapple sighed; this youngster never seemed to take anything he did – seriously. “You realize your mother is going to rip you a new tail pipe over this?”

Rat snickered as he looked his little humanoid form over. “Weeeelll, that’d be good. But you see, I ain’t got a tail pipe. So there’s no way she could rip me ‘a new one’. Plus, I was just improving the systems you know.”

“Improving them? Taking them apart is more like it,” Cheetah snorted. He climbed up his father’s armor and sat down on his shoulder, glaring at his smaller half-brother.

The tiny sparkling snorted. “Like YOU would know anything about the ship’s systems!” He crossed his arms; locking his optics with the sparkling’s yellow optics. “So don’t you freagin’ even THINK of telling ME what I am – or am not – doing! You got that?! Or do we need to tango?” he sneered.

“Bring it on. I’ll stomp you like the rat you are,” Cheetah retorted. He balled up his hands into fists, more than ready to get in another fist fight with his smaller brother.

“Both of you – be quiet!” Grapple barked. He glanced at the small silver protoform sitting on his shoulder. “And you - don’t pick on someone smaller than yourself.”

“But he…” the yellow opticed sparkling pointed at Rat.

“I said – stop it!”

“But… But…” his optics were now wide in disbelief. After all, the smaller sparkling had started it.

“Do you want to be grounded again?” Grapple asked. He narrowed his blue optics as he glared at his son.

Cheetah lowered his head. “No sir,” he muttered.

Rat began to snicker. “Such a sap.. Hey!?! Ouch!?!” Grapple flicked him on his silvery head, shutting him up for a second.

“You’re going to face far worse,” Grapple assured him.

“Ya ya ya, heard THAT one before,” Rat snorted under his breath. He made sure to keep his volume low enough that his uncle couldn’t hear him. Crossing his arms on top of the big fingers curled around his form, he set his chin on top of them. He knew he could talk his way out of it, he always did….

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“She’s almost ready to come out,” Wheeljack said as he looked at the readings.

Mirage studied the strange contraption that the inventor had stuck the femme in. “What was this thing again?” he asked. It looked like some weird pod. More like something a mech would use to hide in, than anything of more importance.

“I call it a ‘CR chamber’. It’s basically a restoration chamber. Since these Guardians are half carbon and half metal, it uses electromagn…”

Mirage quite listening once Wheeljack went into a lengthy spill about HOW it worked. He still thought it was weird. But then everything the inventor had ever come up with was strange. They’d just gotten even stranger now that he had Guardian technology to ‘play’ with.

“Shouldn’t it be an ‘RC chamber’ then?” Razor asked. She ran her hands along the base of it, staring up at it in wonder.

Wheeljack rubbed his facemask. “I thought about it. But that acronym just didn’t have a good ring to it.”

“Oh ok. So it like fixes us then?” Tiger asked. The calm sparkling sat on one of the exam tables, kicking his short little legs. His optics seemed to be taking in every moment as if he was taking notes.

“Yes that’s right! It works on you Guardians, but not us,” Wheeljack said with a grin.

“This is stupid. WHY do I have to clean a perfectly spotless floor with a little buffing rag?!?” Rat griped as he came around the corner on his hands and knees. He glanced up at his father, hoping the mech’s meta could be changed.

Wheeljack glared at him. “Because as long as you’re busy – you stay out of trouble!” he growled.

Rat plopped down on his aft, crossed his arms and jutted out his chin. His red optics flashed angrily. “Well this is STUPID! And I for one, ain’t gonna keep doing it!” he retorted. He looked up then, his optics widening in fear. “Oh shit!” he muttered.

The CR chamber doors opened then. A femme glared down at the sparkling. Striding up to him, she grabbed him by his back and lifted the tiny protoform up to her swirling optics. “YOU are the one who did this?!? Why I out to…”

“Don’t worry Hunter, he’s doing his punishment now,” Wheeljack said as he patted her arm.

Hunter threw her son down on the floor. But then she bent down over him. “If you ever, EVER, do that again – you will be buffing the floor with your GLOSSA! Do you understand me?!?” she snarled.

Rat grabbed his rag and started to frantically buff. “Uh, ya, um, this ain’t so bad. Once a bot gets used to it,” he muttered….

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