28 Red Alerts - Greedy and Excited (G1) - PG-PG13
Title: Through Fire and Flame (28 Red Alerts)
Chapter: Greedy Red Alert
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Violence
Universe: G1
Summary: Inferno runs into trouble during one of his many attempts to get Red out of the security center. Claimed by hellsangelcurse
A/N - Double update, with two very short chapters before I skip off for the weekend at renfaire. XD
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Inferno cursed his luck. So much for a nice relaxing afternoon drive, he thought with macabre humor. Hopefully Red has the sense to stay quiet an' hid until Starscream's out of range. For once, he was thankful that Red Alert didn't rush blindly into anything. Unlike me. And the last thing we need is to have two of us trussed up like this.
'Course, Red's too smart to get caught like this, he reflected ruefully, struggling against the restraints binding his arms behind his back. Every movement aggravated the open wound in his side, but he ignored the pain in favor of trying to get free. Of all the embarrassing ways to get caught, an obvious trap set by Starscream of all 'Cons was probably the worst. Caution, he's always tellin' me. Well, Red, if I get out of this one alive, I promise I'll listen more often, eh?
It was looking less and likely that he'd have to follow through with that promise. He could feel the energon pooling under him, and his continuing struggles weren't doing anything except speed up the process.
“Well, well. What do we have here?” Starscream gloated. “What's wrong, Autobot? No dying declaration?”
Inferno glared up at him. “Yeah. Give me back m'gun an' I'll give ya a 'declaration.'”
“Oh, such brave words!” Starscream mocked. “Too bad you can't fight as well as you talk.” He kicked Inferno hard in the midsection, smirking as Inferno cried out in pain.
“You won't get away with this,” Inferno gritted out when he could speak again.
“I'm not?” Starscream said in mock surprise. “Oh, no! The Autobots, they're going to stop me!” He snickered. “I don't think so. You screwed up this time, Autobot. You got too far away from all your little Autobot friends, and no one even knows you're in trouble. Even if they did, they're all too far away to help you.” He planted a foot on Inferno chest, sneering down at him. “You're mine, Autobot.” He aimed a gun casually at Inferno's head. “Say good-”
The feel of a gun barrel on the back of his neck stopped him mid-word.
“Wrong, Starscream,” Red Alert said coldly. “He's mine.”
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Chapter: Excited Red Alert
Rating: PG
Warnings: None this time around
Universe: G1
Summary: Red gets to upgrade his security system. Claimed by bittereloquent
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“Alright, Red,” Wheeljack called cheerfully, bustling in with a double arm-load of drafts and floorplans. “Ya ready?”
Red Alert looked up and grinned, quickly clearing off his desk. “I've been ready all week,” he said, stacking a pile of datapads off to the side.
Wheeljack spread the plans across the desk, chuckling as Red Alert bent over them with an eager look on his face. “Almost think that I offered you a catalog of goodies, not a floorplan, Red.”
Waving a hand dismissively, Red Alert snorted. “This is better than goodies.” He grinned up at Wheeljack. “Lasts longer, for one.”
“'Least until the twins get ahold of it, eh?” Wheeljack dragged a chair up. “Heh, maybe we oughta rig somethin' up to give 'em a surprise.”
Red Alert's expression turned thoughtful. “...Could we?”
“Trap the cameras?” Wheeljack laughed. “Don't see why not.” He leaned forward conspiratorially. “But I want copies of the tapes when they find 'em.”
Red Alert smirked. “Deal. And I have an idea...”
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“Careful!”
“Shh!”
“I'm not so sure we should be doing this...”
“Too late now, Blue! Now be quiet, or you'll get us caught!”
“Both of you shut up! ...Almost got it...”
Tucked away in the security center, Wheeljack and Red Alert watched the camera's picture bounce, a flash of a red arm guard appearing in the corner of the camera.
“Frag it...”
“What is it? Can we just-”
“No! Shut up! Move, Sides.”
“It's stuck!”
The red arm guard disappeared, replaced by bright yellow.
“Almost... there!”
In the security center, Wheeljack and Red Alert leaned forward in anticipation.
“What in the FRAGGING PIT!” Sunstreaker abandoned stealth, jerking away from the camera and flailing. “GET IT OFF!”
“Hold still!” Sideswipe tried to grab his brother.
“PRIMUS! It's eating my paint! It's EATING MY PAINT!”
“Uh... should I get Ratchet?”
“No! Sunny, hold still!”
“YES! GET HIM! How can I hold still when it's EATING MY PAINT?! This was your stupid fragging idea!”
Wheeljack turned to Red Alert, wing-blades shaking with laughter. “It's amazing what a little extra-strength solvent can do, eh?”
Red Alert tore his gaze from the spectacle on the screen long enough to grin back at him. “...So, can I have all my cameras rigged like that?”