100 Sweet Nothings 2 Vengeance
Red Alert sneaked carefully through his enemies base. He was searching for his lover, who'd been taken away by them. Were they really so stupid to think that he'd just stand by and let them have their way with Inferno?
Normally he would have listened to Prime. But then his leader claimed that Inferno was just gone! Hah, what a joke. Inferno was here, held hostage and waiting for help. Which would never come if Optimus had his way. Red Alert didn't know why the truck chose to lie to him instead of rescuing Inferno.
In fact nobody seemed to care that one of them, an Autobot, was missing! What had gotten into them? Was he the only sane bot around?
He wouldn't be deceived by the enemy! He knew Inferno was here! Somewhere. And they would pay! He was going to make sure of that. Nobody took his love and got away with it.
Most of the time Red was a reliable mech. Always following orders. Always doing his best on duty. Always making sure that everybody was safe. And what were they doing
100 Sweet Nothings 1. Karma
Appearance is the most important thing in the universe. An unspoken rule between the worlds. Everything is based upon it. If you look mean, people will assume you are mean. If you look cute, most people will have the urge to cuddle you.
So no wonder that the twins thought the same thing. Appearance is everything. The way you look is the way you are.
But somehow the rule doesn't really fit with Red Alert. He was a Lamborghini alright. Yet he was neither very tall nor really good looking. (Now really, where does he put his alt mode if he's so short??? )
Anyway, Red Alert was a sports car with a powerful engine. So the twins thought their fellow Lamborghini should at least choose a mate, who had a sports car alt mode as well. Like Tracks for example. Others should know in what category their security director belonged to.
To their absolute horror, Red Alert started to take an interest in his bodyguard Inferno.
A fire truck? ....A slow, big, ugly fire truck? You had to be kiddi
100 Fanfic. Challenge List1. Respect
15. Big Brother
Forget Me Not - Chapter 4
The sun stood high in the sky when Red Alert decided it would be a good idea to fix some of the broken cameras outside. And if he had his way, he'd be driving there already. But Prowl insisted that he shouldn't leave the base alone. Now really, the cameras weren't so far away, what was the worst that could happen? The tactician didn't even tell him who would accompany him.
Maybe the twins? He'd got to know them over time and he had to admit, Ratchet had been right. They could be a servo full when they wanted to be. However he had to admit that even if they pulled one or two pranks, they had changed.
They came to him with their problems, most of the time trivial ones. Sometimes one or the other would ask for advice or just had to get something off their chassis. When the two of them argued, Red made sure they would make up later.
Sideswipe was calmer, less annoying and started to act more mature. Sunstreaker was less aggressive and even tried to socialize. Ok, so he was talk
Forget Me Not - Chapter 3
The room, on the other side of the door, was practically empty. Every room, on the Ark, had the same furniture: a berth, a table and a chair. It was up to the soldiers to decorate their quarters and to give it a personal touch. The things that showed the bot's character, like personal belongings, hobbies or old holographic pictures.
Red Alert's room held only the necessary furniture and nothing else. Like nobody had lived in there for stellar cycles. No hobbies, no collections, no holographic pictures. Nothing. The room was as empty, as his own hard drive. Not a single hint of who he'd been.
A sheen of dust could be seen on the berth and the table. A sign which showed that the security director hadn't been in his quarters for a long time, even before his accident.
The Lamborghini entered his abandoned quarters with tentative steps. He'd hoped that at least his spark would recognize his surroundings. But he had no such luck. The room made more the impression of a broom closet, it didn't
Forget Me Not - Chapter 2
Inferno sat in front of the med bay on the floor, waiting for the CMO to come out and either tell him that everything was fine or that he'd just lost his best friend. Ratchet had been silent while driving back to the Ark at top speed. Usually, that was never a good thing. The medic not yelling, cursing or hurling his wrench at anyone was a sure sign that the situation was serious.
The fire truck had been waiting for hours and every minute felt like the pit. If Red Alert would deactivate because of him and his foolish bravado, he knew he'd never forgive himself.
Prime walked up to the sitting fire engine. He'd been informed about the whole incident and hoped that his security director would be alright. He knew only the important parts of the battle, but not the details. As much as he would like to know, he wouldn't question the red mech while he was in such a state.
"Anything new?" Prime asked.
Inferno didn't lift his head, he couldn't. There was no energy left after that rough battle a
Forget Me Not - Chapter 1
"I tell you Prime. One day, he will get himself offlined for good, because of his own reckless actions!"
That was what Red Alert told Optimus every time he and his partner Inferno came back from a tussle with the Decepticons. This time, they were only outside to look for a spot to test out Red's improved cameras when Starscream and his Trine mates paid them a little visit.
It was strange enough that the Seeker practically showed his faceplates every time Red Alert was out of the base. One would think he'd stay away after the whole Negavator fiasco.
However, the end of the story was that Inferno acted on impulse and ignored Red Alert's orders, ...again.
Truth to be told, the Seekers fled quickly after a few well placed shots, but Inferno got badly injured. Not enough to be life threatening, but enough for Ratchet to cuss the fire truck out for a few cycles.
As much as Prime hated to dish out punishments he had to set an example for his soldiers. Ignoring orders of a high ranking officer