28 Red Alerts- Daring (G1) - PG
Title: Through Fire and Flame (28 Red Alerts)
Chapter: Daring Red Alert
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Red Alert, Bumblebee, Mirage, Jazz
Universe: G1
Summary: Mirage and Bumblebee ask Red for a bit of a favor. Claimed by huntingosprey
A/N- And after this, there's only two left. Both of which are finished, but I don't think I need to flood the community quite that much today.
x-x-x
“And what, precisely, is in it for me?” Red Alert asked, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers.
Bumblebee and Mirage exchanged looks. “Excuse me?” Mirage asked delicately.
“It's a simple question. What reason would I have for helping you pull what is undoubtedly going to be a very embarrassing prank on your superior officer? Especially considering that Jazz, in fact, outranks me.” He cocked his head. “What's in it for me?”
“Personal satisfaction?” Bumblebee ventured.
Red Alert crossed his arms, unimpressed.
Mirage sighed. “What do you want?”
Red Alert smirked.
x-x-x
The plan was simple - and, Red Alert had to admit, a fairly decent plan, as far as they went. Florescent paint sprayers, temporarily built into the security system already in place, triggered remotely when Jazz entered the 'kill' zone.
The catch was that re-wiring a section of the security system without getting caught and dragged in front of their commanding officer by Red Alert would be difficult, if not completely impossible. Add to that the fact that Jazz would certainly notice if either of them were skulking around the room in question with a remote, and they decided that they needed the cooperation of one mech.
Red Alert himself.
Several lively negotiations later, and they had not one, but two 'kill' zones set up outside the rec room, just in case Jazz somehow got past the first or entered with someone else. Bribing Red Alert was going to cost them their free time for the foreseeable future, but it would be worth it to see their ever cool and calm leader's face when it went off.
Bumblebee and Mirage leaned casually against the wall outside the rec room to wait, pretending to be chatting amiably. Jazz was scheduled to come off patrol any minute, and after a quick stop in the washracks, the next logical stop was the rec room to refuel. And when he did, he would have to walk through both kill zones to reach the entrance.
And sure enough, a few minutes later, Jazz strolled around the corner, spotting them with a grin. “Hey, what's shakin'? We skulking out here for a reason-”
Mirage allowed himself a small smirk at the utterly shocked expression on Jazz's face as the paint sprayers went off, covering him in obnoxiously florescent paint. Next to Mirage, Bee didn't bother hiding his broad grin.
“To answer your question,” Mirage told him primly, “That would be the reason.”
Jazz planted his hands on his hips, mock-scowling at them.
“Like the humans say, Jazz,” Bumblebee added, walking towards him for a better view, “'Turn about's fair play.'”
“I prefer 'Revenge is sweet', personally,” Mirage added, strolling after. “Perhaps you'll be thinking twice before-”
Mirage was cut off by a loud hiss as they stepped into the second kill zone, the second set of paint sprayers soaking them both in florescent paint.
“And Iprefer the one that goes 'Never hand a person a weapon unless you're sure you know where they're going to point it,'” Red Alert said smugly over their radios.
Jazz looked down at himself, then over at his shocked and brightly-colored subordinates, and burst out laughing. “I think we've all been got,” he told them, chuckling.
Mirage looked less than impressed. Bumblebee just shook his head ruefully. “We walked right into that one, didn't we?”
“Literally,” Red Alert agreed. “Oh, and that grunt work you agreed to do for me in exchange for this? You can start by cleaning the paint out of my hallway.”
Master List O' Doom
Chapter: Daring Red Alert
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Red Alert, Bumblebee, Mirage, Jazz
Universe: G1
Summary: Mirage and Bumblebee ask Red for a bit of a favor. Claimed by huntingosprey
A/N- And after this, there's only two left. Both of which are finished, but I don't think I need to flood the community quite that much today.
x-x-x
“And what, precisely, is in it for me?” Red Alert asked, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers.
Bumblebee and Mirage exchanged looks. “Excuse me?” Mirage asked delicately.
“It's a simple question. What reason would I have for helping you pull what is undoubtedly going to be a very embarrassing prank on your superior officer? Especially considering that Jazz, in fact, outranks me.” He cocked his head. “What's in it for me?”
“Personal satisfaction?” Bumblebee ventured.
Red Alert crossed his arms, unimpressed.
Mirage sighed. “What do you want?”
Red Alert smirked.
x-x-x
The plan was simple - and, Red Alert had to admit, a fairly decent plan, as far as they went. Florescent paint sprayers, temporarily built into the security system already in place, triggered remotely when Jazz entered the 'kill' zone.
The catch was that re-wiring a section of the security system without getting caught and dragged in front of their commanding officer by Red Alert would be difficult, if not completely impossible. Add to that the fact that Jazz would certainly notice if either of them were skulking around the room in question with a remote, and they decided that they needed the cooperation of one mech.
Red Alert himself.
Several lively negotiations later, and they had not one, but two 'kill' zones set up outside the rec room, just in case Jazz somehow got past the first or entered with someone else. Bribing Red Alert was going to cost them their free time for the foreseeable future, but it would be worth it to see their ever cool and calm leader's face when it went off.
Bumblebee and Mirage leaned casually against the wall outside the rec room to wait, pretending to be chatting amiably. Jazz was scheduled to come off patrol any minute, and after a quick stop in the washracks, the next logical stop was the rec room to refuel. And when he did, he would have to walk through both kill zones to reach the entrance.
And sure enough, a few minutes later, Jazz strolled around the corner, spotting them with a grin. “Hey, what's shakin'? We skulking out here for a reason-”
Mirage allowed himself a small smirk at the utterly shocked expression on Jazz's face as the paint sprayers went off, covering him in obnoxiously florescent paint. Next to Mirage, Bee didn't bother hiding his broad grin.
“To answer your question,” Mirage told him primly, “That would be the reason.”
Jazz planted his hands on his hips, mock-scowling at them.
“Like the humans say, Jazz,” Bumblebee added, walking towards him for a better view, “'Turn about's fair play.'”
“I prefer 'Revenge is sweet', personally,” Mirage added, strolling after. “Perhaps you'll be thinking twice before-”
Mirage was cut off by a loud hiss as they stepped into the second kill zone, the second set of paint sprayers soaking them both in florescent paint.
“And Iprefer the one that goes 'Never hand a person a weapon unless you're sure you know where they're going to point it,'” Red Alert said smugly over their radios.
Jazz looked down at himself, then over at his shocked and brightly-colored subordinates, and burst out laughing. “I think we've all been got,” he told them, chuckling.
Mirage looked less than impressed. Bumblebee just shook his head ruefully. “We walked right into that one, didn't we?”
“Literally,” Red Alert agreed. “Oh, and that grunt work you agreed to do for me in exchange for this? You can start by cleaning the paint out of my hallway.”
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