Fic - Same Explosion, Different Day
Title: Same Explosion, Different Day
Continuity: G1 - Volatility AU
Rating: PG
Character(s): Wheeljack, Red Alert, Jazz, Mirage, Hound
Word Count: 1742
Warnings: None
Summary: Whoever thought that adding a demolitions expert to an ops team would be a good idea has never had to run for their life from a ticking timer..
Notes:Part of the Volatility AU - wherein Wheeljack and Red Alert were recruited into special ops...
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
"You guys have to come watch this." A datachip was waved in the air before being inserted into a console. "You know the ambush my patrol planned last cycle, well, one of the cons had this." The file started to play in the background.
"Security logs?" A mech asked from amongst the group that had wandered over to look.
"Not just any security logs. These are from the outpost in Verizon Helix sector."
"Cons took over that ages ago."
"You obviously haven't heard the reports then." The mech looked positively gleeful as he paused the datachip so he could deliver the news. "Verizon base was destroyed, and rumour has it that the Wraiths were responsible." He pointed at the frozen screen behind him. "And this is the proof, according to the chip it’s the backup security footage from the base." Mechs scrambled from all over the rec room to crowd around the screen as the mech restarted the recording.
Security lights flooded the area around the base. Sheltered behind some debris from a previous conflict five mechs stared out at their objective.
:You're up Hunter: One of them sent on a short range comm band as they all ducked as a flashlight on an automatic sweep passed over their outcrop of scrap. Despite all being painted a monotone dull black to help avoid sensors they weren't taking any chances.
Hound huffed slightly, still new enough to ops that using code names wasn't natural. Activating his hologram generator several well armed mechs leapt up from cover near the front of the base. The response was immediate, all base defences and lights turned on the intruders, who dove back undercover, just popping up long enough to ensure they kept the cons attention and not long enough for weapon fire to pass straight through them and give away they weren't real. None of the cons noticed three black shadows and a wavering patch of atmosphere dash towards the rear.
"Ok, I still don't see anything." One of the audience said. The mech who had brought the datachip in rewound the security feed they were watching "You were all watching that side weren't you?" He gestured at the side of the screen showing the main entrance before restarting the recording and stabbing a finger at the half of the screen showing the darkened back entrance. "I had to watch it a couple of times to spot them."
Under his finger the profile of three mechs was just discernable as the rear entrance was expertly hacked and the three shadows entered the building. Almost simultaneously the Autobots advancing on the front door turned tail and ran.
The security feed switched to a variety of internal cameras, all showing different corridors and rooms within the base. "Now is where it starts to get good." The mech said as every pair of optics remained glued to the screens and the three black mechs now standing around.
:I remotely initiated a replay loop in the security centre when I hacked the security systems to get the door open. It should hold until they actually see one of us and start asking why security hasn't picked us up. I'll be able to wipe the backup security footage entirely when I have full access:
:Excellent Wild, get up there then and take full control. Nova, energy generator, and for Pit's sake make sure you don't activate the timer till we're on our way out this time. Illusion, we're heading to the command centre, I'll meet you there: The two visible mechs nodded before setting off while a double tap on his shoulder plating let him know the fourth had understood.
"Here we go." Somebody said as the three mechs began to move. The smallest one made a straight-line for a ventilation duct in the ceiling, leaping up and clinging to the wall as he removed the cover before shimmying inside and out of view of the surveillance, although it did catch the grating being thoughtfully pulled shut behind him.
The other two split at the next intersection, both using very different strategies for reaching their objectives without being caught. One of them withdrew a Decepticon symbol from his subspace and casually stuck it to his chestplates. Obviously he was also broadcasting a Decepticon signal as he passed several cons who all looked slightly confused at his presence but otherwise ignored him.
The other one however took a much more direct route to his destination, thus avoiding any cons. Well, avoiding them until the first one came across the newly created hole in the floor.
“Well, that’s one way to get around con patrols.” Somebot said as they watched the screens start to track the explosive infiltrator as the security mechs finally worked out they were being fooled. Unfortunately their focus on the one mech left the other three to roam at will. Then again, to security mechs the one blowing up reinforced blast doors with explosives taken out of his subspace is probably the more dangerous.
The mechs watched with open admiration as the pursuing cons were forced to come to a stop as they regarded the laser tripwires liberally crisscrossing the corridor and the mine charges ready to go off in a chain reaction if only one laser is tripped. The original owner of the mines continued to saunter down to the power generator, showing no sign that he was worried about the Decepticons figuring out how to get through his maze.
Meanwhile in another corner of the recording one of the screens showed a grate being slowly pushed back, the infiltrator again thoughtfully replacing the grill before slipping through the doors into the control room.
He made quick work of the four Decepticons inside, all of them falling within quick succession.
“How did he do that? He didn’t even touch those two!” A bot exclaimed as he took over the controls to replay the segment of recording.
Pulling his knife out of the second Decepticon Jazz ambled over towards the commander’s desk, nodding a thanks at his invisible partner as he went.
“There!” Several fingers pointed as the air seemed to shimmer, revealing another black form right before two of the Decepticons collapsed, before it wavered out of view again. “One of them can go invisible. Wonder if he knows the Tower Noble from Primes group?” Several sets of armour rippled in shrugs as they settled back down to continue.
Rifling through the datapads Jazz started to copy the contents while ‘Raj kept an eye out for any mechs heading their way.
:Uhhhhm Tempo.:
:I don’t like that tone: Mirage said before Jazz managed to answer.
:What’s up Nova?:
:Well, you see, the thing is, I’ve sort of, well... startedachainreactioninthepowergenerator.:
:I told you I didn’t like that tone.:
:Hush Illusion. How long have we got?: Jazz asked, resignation clearly lacing the comm. tone.
:Ah, enough time to get out?: the fact that he phrased it as a question didn’t do anything to reassure the other three.
“What’s happening?” The audience was looking confused as the mech who had just been about to enter the security room froze before returning his weapon to subspace and sauntering off, very much the bored Decepticon warrior. And the other two mechs started to subspace datapads rather than copying them, looks of mingled amusement and annoyance on their faceplates.
“This would be the time they work out that the one at the generator just started to blow up the base.”
Having collected the last of the datapads the mech, and they assumed his invisible companion set off towards the nearest exit, any attempt at stealth now a foregone conclusion.
:Remind me to murder Nova.: Jazz said on a shortwave to Mirage as the two of them ran for the exit.
:Will do and you ca.: whatever he was going to say was cut off by a scream of glee.
:Yeeeehaaaaaaaaaar: Wheeljack hurtled through his intricate tripwire system at the top speed his hovertransport alt form could manage, the Decepticons waiting at the other side of the barrier simply staring as he barrelled past, the multiple explosions following directly on his tailpipe.
He took the turns without slowing, the cons that had been intelligent enough to get away from the mines breaking off one by one when they decided that catching him wasn’t worth flattening themselves on a wall.
Slinging himself around the last turn he caught several muffled curses from above but he didn’t stop to look back, the generator would be reaching critical soon.
Demagnetising himself and Mirage from the roof of the corridor, which had been the only safe place available when Jack had barrelled past, Jazz stared after his engineer.
:You remember what Wrench said.:
:If Nova runs, try to keep up?:
Both mechs stared at each other for half a click longer before they hit the ground in alt form and followed the trail of skid marks and reeling Decepticons that Jack was leaving in his wake. They collected Red Alert by almost flattening him again as he was just picking himself up after throwing himself to the floor to avoid the first insane driver.
They emerged through a hole in the wall where the back door should have been, a clear sign that Wheeljack had passed by and sped across the desolate landscape, Hound falling in beside them as they passed his hiding place.
The watching mechs sighed in disappointment as the cameras all cut off in a film of static as the base exploded and the transmission of the security feed to the nearest intact base was disrupted.
“I know it’s not from the same source, but this is what it looks like now.” The mech said as he brought up a still image of the crater that occupied the same spot the base had not long before. A few support struts from the supposedly bomb proof basement still sticking up.
:Oooops.: Several pairs of optics narrowed as they regarded the engineer, who despite his apology was not looking at all sorry.
Jazz booted up his vocaliser; then cancelled what he was about to say and simply settled for shaking his head.
:Only you could blow up a generator which is supposed to be able to survive a city mech firing on it at point blank range.: Red Alert finally said.
Wheeljack simply flashed his head fins happily. :True, but you have to admit, it was a good boom...:
Continuity: G1 - Volatility AU
Rating: PG
Character(s): Wheeljack, Red Alert, Jazz, Mirage, Hound
Word Count: 1742
Warnings: None
Summary: Whoever thought that adding a demolitions expert to an ops team would be a good idea has never had to run for their life from a ticking timer..
Notes:Part of the Volatility AU - wherein Wheeljack and Red Alert were recruited into special ops...
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
"You guys have to come watch this." A datachip was waved in the air before being inserted into a console. "You know the ambush my patrol planned last cycle, well, one of the cons had this." The file started to play in the background.
"Security logs?" A mech asked from amongst the group that had wandered over to look.
"Not just any security logs. These are from the outpost in Verizon Helix sector."
"Cons took over that ages ago."
"You obviously haven't heard the reports then." The mech looked positively gleeful as he paused the datachip so he could deliver the news. "Verizon base was destroyed, and rumour has it that the Wraiths were responsible." He pointed at the frozen screen behind him. "And this is the proof, according to the chip it’s the backup security footage from the base." Mechs scrambled from all over the rec room to crowd around the screen as the mech restarted the recording.
Security lights flooded the area around the base. Sheltered behind some debris from a previous conflict five mechs stared out at their objective.
:You're up Hunter: One of them sent on a short range comm band as they all ducked as a flashlight on an automatic sweep passed over their outcrop of scrap. Despite all being painted a monotone dull black to help avoid sensors they weren't taking any chances.
Hound huffed slightly, still new enough to ops that using code names wasn't natural. Activating his hologram generator several well armed mechs leapt up from cover near the front of the base. The response was immediate, all base defences and lights turned on the intruders, who dove back undercover, just popping up long enough to ensure they kept the cons attention and not long enough for weapon fire to pass straight through them and give away they weren't real. None of the cons noticed three black shadows and a wavering patch of atmosphere dash towards the rear.
"Ok, I still don't see anything." One of the audience said. The mech who had brought the datachip in rewound the security feed they were watching "You were all watching that side weren't you?" He gestured at the side of the screen showing the main entrance before restarting the recording and stabbing a finger at the half of the screen showing the darkened back entrance. "I had to watch it a couple of times to spot them."
Under his finger the profile of three mechs was just discernable as the rear entrance was expertly hacked and the three shadows entered the building. Almost simultaneously the Autobots advancing on the front door turned tail and ran.
The security feed switched to a variety of internal cameras, all showing different corridors and rooms within the base. "Now is where it starts to get good." The mech said as every pair of optics remained glued to the screens and the three black mechs now standing around.
:I remotely initiated a replay loop in the security centre when I hacked the security systems to get the door open. It should hold until they actually see one of us and start asking why security hasn't picked us up. I'll be able to wipe the backup security footage entirely when I have full access:
:Excellent Wild, get up there then and take full control. Nova, energy generator, and for Pit's sake make sure you don't activate the timer till we're on our way out this time. Illusion, we're heading to the command centre, I'll meet you there: The two visible mechs nodded before setting off while a double tap on his shoulder plating let him know the fourth had understood.
"Here we go." Somebody said as the three mechs began to move. The smallest one made a straight-line for a ventilation duct in the ceiling, leaping up and clinging to the wall as he removed the cover before shimmying inside and out of view of the surveillance, although it did catch the grating being thoughtfully pulled shut behind him.
The other two split at the next intersection, both using very different strategies for reaching their objectives without being caught. One of them withdrew a Decepticon symbol from his subspace and casually stuck it to his chestplates. Obviously he was also broadcasting a Decepticon signal as he passed several cons who all looked slightly confused at his presence but otherwise ignored him.
The other one however took a much more direct route to his destination, thus avoiding any cons. Well, avoiding them until the first one came across the newly created hole in the floor.
“Well, that’s one way to get around con patrols.” Somebot said as they watched the screens start to track the explosive infiltrator as the security mechs finally worked out they were being fooled. Unfortunately their focus on the one mech left the other three to roam at will. Then again, to security mechs the one blowing up reinforced blast doors with explosives taken out of his subspace is probably the more dangerous.
The mechs watched with open admiration as the pursuing cons were forced to come to a stop as they regarded the laser tripwires liberally crisscrossing the corridor and the mine charges ready to go off in a chain reaction if only one laser is tripped. The original owner of the mines continued to saunter down to the power generator, showing no sign that he was worried about the Decepticons figuring out how to get through his maze.
Meanwhile in another corner of the recording one of the screens showed a grate being slowly pushed back, the infiltrator again thoughtfully replacing the grill before slipping through the doors into the control room.
He made quick work of the four Decepticons inside, all of them falling within quick succession.
“How did he do that? He didn’t even touch those two!” A bot exclaimed as he took over the controls to replay the segment of recording.
Pulling his knife out of the second Decepticon Jazz ambled over towards the commander’s desk, nodding a thanks at his invisible partner as he went.
“There!” Several fingers pointed as the air seemed to shimmer, revealing another black form right before two of the Decepticons collapsed, before it wavered out of view again. “One of them can go invisible. Wonder if he knows the Tower Noble from Primes group?” Several sets of armour rippled in shrugs as they settled back down to continue.
Rifling through the datapads Jazz started to copy the contents while ‘Raj kept an eye out for any mechs heading their way.
:Uhhhhm Tempo.:
:I don’t like that tone: Mirage said before Jazz managed to answer.
:What’s up Nova?:
:Well, you see, the thing is, I’ve sort of, well... startedachainreactioninthepowergenerator.:
:I told you I didn’t like that tone.:
:Hush Illusion. How long have we got?: Jazz asked, resignation clearly lacing the comm. tone.
:Ah, enough time to get out?: the fact that he phrased it as a question didn’t do anything to reassure the other three.
“What’s happening?” The audience was looking confused as the mech who had just been about to enter the security room froze before returning his weapon to subspace and sauntering off, very much the bored Decepticon warrior. And the other two mechs started to subspace datapads rather than copying them, looks of mingled amusement and annoyance on their faceplates.
“This would be the time they work out that the one at the generator just started to blow up the base.”
Having collected the last of the datapads the mech, and they assumed his invisible companion set off towards the nearest exit, any attempt at stealth now a foregone conclusion.
:Remind me to murder Nova.: Jazz said on a shortwave to Mirage as the two of them ran for the exit.
:Will do and you ca.: whatever he was going to say was cut off by a scream of glee.
:Yeeeehaaaaaaaaaar: Wheeljack hurtled through his intricate tripwire system at the top speed his hovertransport alt form could manage, the Decepticons waiting at the other side of the barrier simply staring as he barrelled past, the multiple explosions following directly on his tailpipe.
He took the turns without slowing, the cons that had been intelligent enough to get away from the mines breaking off one by one when they decided that catching him wasn’t worth flattening themselves on a wall.
Slinging himself around the last turn he caught several muffled curses from above but he didn’t stop to look back, the generator would be reaching critical soon.
Demagnetising himself and Mirage from the roof of the corridor, which had been the only safe place available when Jack had barrelled past, Jazz stared after his engineer.
:You remember what Wrench said.:
:If Nova runs, try to keep up?:
Both mechs stared at each other for half a click longer before they hit the ground in alt form and followed the trail of skid marks and reeling Decepticons that Jack was leaving in his wake. They collected Red Alert by almost flattening him again as he was just picking himself up after throwing himself to the floor to avoid the first insane driver.
They emerged through a hole in the wall where the back door should have been, a clear sign that Wheeljack had passed by and sped across the desolate landscape, Hound falling in beside them as they passed his hiding place.
The watching mechs sighed in disappointment as the cameras all cut off in a film of static as the base exploded and the transmission of the security feed to the nearest intact base was disrupted.
“I know it’s not from the same source, but this is what it looks like now.” The mech said as he brought up a still image of the crater that occupied the same spot the base had not long before. A few support struts from the supposedly bomb proof basement still sticking up.
:Oooops.: Several pairs of optics narrowed as they regarded the engineer, who despite his apology was not looking at all sorry.
Jazz booted up his vocaliser; then cancelled what he was about to say and simply settled for shaking his head.
:Only you could blow up a generator which is supposed to be able to survive a city mech firing on it at point blank range.: Red Alert finally said.
Wheeljack simply flashed his head fins happily. :True, but you have to admit, it was a good boom...: