TF (OC): Tracking on Through
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Summary: Why is is that every patrol with Inferno seems to end with a trip to the washracks?
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the 28s Meme - find the claim page here! This is Dishevelled, requested by mmouse15.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“We got incoming!” Tracer pulled to a stop, scattering dust. They were out on patrol in the furthest reaches of their grid sector and now they were about to come under Decepticon fire.
“How many?” Inferno pulled up next to her, transforming and scanning the sky.
“Three. I’m reading Seeker signatures.”
“Just what we need.” Tracer transformed and crouched next to Inferno.
“They’re coming in from the north-eastern boundary. And we’ve got little cover. There’s some derelict buildings back south, but they’ll reach us before we can get under cover.”
“No choice but to stand and fight then!” Inferno sounded like he relished the opportunity.
“So much for keeping under the scanners.” Tracer muttered, readying her weapon.
“What in the name of Cybertron itself happened to you two?” Rollback’s cry greeted them as they trudged into their base. They were both covered in soot and grime.
“His fault!” Tracer pointed towards Inferno, grumbling and heading straight for the washracks.
“What did you do?”
“We won a fight with a Seeker trine.”
“And…?”
“And kinda took shelter in a building that they set on fire and darned near collapsed around our audios.”
“It did collapse around our audios!” Tracer called back down the corridor.
“Heh, yeah it might have.”
“Washracks. I can’t see whether you’ve actually taken any damage under all that muck!” Rollback shook his head and watched Inferno amble up the corridor leaving a trail of dust and debris.