TF (OC): Tracking on Through
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Summary: After the last time she was in the Decepticon base, Tracer really didn’t want to spend any longer there than necessary. And she’ll do anything it takes to get out of there!
Warnings: Slight violence
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 Kick-Aft, as chosen by cmdrtekk. This is set after Chapter 16 of Searchin’
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“Jazz!” Tracer couldn’t help the frantic cry as she alerted Jazz. He turned and hissed at her to keep quiet. She shook her head, pointing at the door.
“Frag.” Immediately understanding she was indicating that there were Decepticons on their way, he cursed quietly, pulling back out from the computer systems.
“How many?”
“Three. But Soundwave’s one of them. And they’re blocking our planned exit route.”
“We’ll take another route then.” Jazz seemed to know every available route off the ship and quickly led them down a corridor. They ran as quickly as they could, and as quietly. Even knowing that they had Decepticons coming after them, it still made sense to stay quiet. The fewer Decepticons to deal with the better.
Jazz rounded the corner, Tracer close on his heels and slid to an abrupt stop as Ravage growled at him. The Cassetticon was standing at Soundwave’s feet, Thundercracker and Skywarp flanking the communications officer.
“Frag…” Tracer couldn’t help but mutter as she peered out from behind Jazz. It had been Jazz that suggested she accompany him on the mission to infiltrate the Decepticon base - somewhere she really didn’t want to go again. And now it looked like they’d be staying for longer than they wanted.
“No escape. Surrender.” Soundwave intoned, raising his gun.
“Ya seriously can’t think I’d give up?” Jazz smirked, gun appearing from his subspace. He databurst a set of instructions to Tracer, feeling her tense slightly before relaxing, understanding his plan. Not that she liked it, but she understood it.
“On three.” Jazz muttered.
“Escape, futile.”
“Three!” Together, they leapt forward, dodging Ravage and heading straight for the two Seekers. Tracer ducked between Thundercracker’s legs, turning and firing, scoring several hits on his wings. He staggered forward, not able to retaliate immediately. Ravage however was, and leapt at her, knocking her to the ground. Soundwave stood and watched impassively at the fight going on around him. Jazz was struggling with Skywarp and Tracer found herself holding Ravage at bay as he tried to snap at her neck. Her gun had gone skidding off as Ravage pounced, meaning that she was left fending him off with her bare hands.
“Escape most definitely futile.” She could swear that Soundwave was smirking behind that mask. There was no way she was spending any more time in the base than she had to. Especially after what happened last time.
Twisting and bucking, she threw Ravage off her, struggling to her feet and running down the corridor. She could hear Jazz behind her, having disabled Skywarp. Now it was a matter of outrunning Soundwave and whoever was left standing.
“Which way?” She hissed as they came to a junction.
“This way!” Jazz led the way towards the exit hatch, looking over his shoulder to check that they weren’t being followed.
Once they were safe on the shore, Tracer sank to her knees.
“You okay kid?”
“Fine.”
“That was some kick-aft moves you used back there.”
“Didn’t want to stay there any longer.” She tried to shrug the praise off, taking his hand when he held it out for her, allowing him to help her up.
“Well, we ain’t been followed, so we can take it easy on the way back ta base.” Jazz nodded in understanding and transformed, leading the way back to the Ark.