Magical!Bots: Evil
“The good news is we’ve found Bumblebee and Hound.”
“…what’s the bad news?”
“They’re currently terrorizing City Hall in downtown Portland.”
There was a brief pause before he asked, almost dreading the answer. "How bad is it?”
“They seem to be stowing human officials in dumpsters, sir.”
Prowl pinched the top of his nasal ridge between two fingers. At least they seem to be confining themselves to petty mischief for the time being, but that could change at any time, he thought somewhat resignedly to himself. “Thank you, Mirage,” he said out loud, and Mirage’s image in the viewscreen gave him an almost apologetic smile, the Portland skyline a dramatic backdrop to his skirted and collared form. “I believe the term ‘I told you so’ is appropriate in this circumstance,” Prowl murmured in an aside to the bot standing next to him in the communications room.
Jazz smiled sheepishly. “Alright, so maybe pointin’ our infected bots in the direction of th’ cons and hoping they’d tear after them instead wasn’t such a hot idea,” he allowed. “Don’t suppose Ratch’ and ‘Jack’ve figured out how t’ reverse our latest mishap yet?”
“You would know as soon as I do,” Prowl replied. “Wheeljack informs me it would be easier if he had the original device to study, but it seems that Hound and Bumblebee were fairly thorough in destroying it.”
Jazz snickered. “That’ll teach ol’ Screamer to try to turn our bots evil.”
“That may as well be,” Mirage said over the comm., “but I do hope that Ratchet and Wheeljack discovers a way to return our comrades to their right processors soon. And I am afraid the situation has become slightly more complicated.”
“Please clarify,” Prowl instructed, leaning forward with his palms flat against the console.
“There’s also a mob of humans gathering around them. They appear to be activists.”
Jazz frowned, tapping his fingers against his crossed arms. “We’d better get them clear, too, in case ‘Bee and Hound start on them.”
“I’m not entirely certain that would be very well received, sir.” Mirage paused. “The activists are encouraging them.”
Prowl stilled, an expression of disbelief briefly flitting across his features. Jazz, on the other hand, let out a loud guffaw. “Hey, ‘Raj, these officials,” he said, “Politicians, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So, out of all the humans they came across…‘Bee and Hound are shovin’ politicians in the trash. An’ the activists are cheerin’ them on.”
“This is hardly amusing, Jazz.” Prowl said. Jazz snickered, waving his hand.
“Hey, we should lead them down to the law offices! Maybe they’ll start on the lawyers, too!”
“No, Jazz.”
“Aw, c’mon. The humans are always sayin’ that lawyers are th’ spawn of all evil along with politicians.”
“Ah…your orders, Prowl?” Mirage asked. Jazz cackled helplessly in the background, but they both ignored him.
“Please attempt to contain them; preferably away from the humans.” Prowl replied promptly. “I’ll send Trailbreaker and Inferno to your coordinates to assist.”
“Yes, sir.”
“…what’s the bad news?”
“They’re currently terrorizing City Hall in downtown Portland.”
There was a brief pause before he asked, almost dreading the answer. "How bad is it?”
“They seem to be stowing human officials in dumpsters, sir.”
Prowl pinched the top of his nasal ridge between two fingers. At least they seem to be confining themselves to petty mischief for the time being, but that could change at any time, he thought somewhat resignedly to himself. “Thank you, Mirage,” he said out loud, and Mirage’s image in the viewscreen gave him an almost apologetic smile, the Portland skyline a dramatic backdrop to his skirted and collared form. “I believe the term ‘I told you so’ is appropriate in this circumstance,” Prowl murmured in an aside to the bot standing next to him in the communications room.
Jazz smiled sheepishly. “Alright, so maybe pointin’ our infected bots in the direction of th’ cons and hoping they’d tear after them instead wasn’t such a hot idea,” he allowed. “Don’t suppose Ratch’ and ‘Jack’ve figured out how t’ reverse our latest mishap yet?”
“You would know as soon as I do,” Prowl replied. “Wheeljack informs me it would be easier if he had the original device to study, but it seems that Hound and Bumblebee were fairly thorough in destroying it.”
Jazz snickered. “That’ll teach ol’ Screamer to try to turn our bots evil.”
“That may as well be,” Mirage said over the comm., “but I do hope that Ratchet and Wheeljack discovers a way to return our comrades to their right processors soon. And I am afraid the situation has become slightly more complicated.”
“Please clarify,” Prowl instructed, leaning forward with his palms flat against the console.
“There’s also a mob of humans gathering around them. They appear to be activists.”
Jazz frowned, tapping his fingers against his crossed arms. “We’d better get them clear, too, in case ‘Bee and Hound start on them.”
“I’m not entirely certain that would be very well received, sir.” Mirage paused. “The activists are encouraging them.”
Prowl stilled, an expression of disbelief briefly flitting across his features. Jazz, on the other hand, let out a loud guffaw. “Hey, ‘Raj, these officials,” he said, “Politicians, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So, out of all the humans they came across…‘Bee and Hound are shovin’ politicians in the trash. An’ the activists are cheerin’ them on.”
“This is hardly amusing, Jazz.” Prowl said. Jazz snickered, waving his hand.
“Hey, we should lead them down to the law offices! Maybe they’ll start on the lawyers, too!”
“No, Jazz.”
“Aw, c’mon. The humans are always sayin’ that lawyers are th’ spawn of all evil along with politicians.”
“Ah…your orders, Prowl?” Mirage asked. Jazz cackled helplessly in the background, but they both ignored him.
“Please attempt to contain them; preferably away from the humans.” Prowl replied promptly. “I’ll send Trailbreaker and Inferno to your coordinates to assist.”
“Yes, sir.”