28 Red Alerts - Dominant (G1) - PG-13
Title: Dominant Red Alert
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Red Alert, Inferno, minor appearance by Grapple, Hoist, and Tracks
Warnings: Minor violence
Universe: G1
Summary; Red Alert and Inferno on Cybertron, early Season 2. Claimed by
ravynfyre
x-xxx-x
The building shuddered under another round of cluster bombs.
“How did they find us?” Red Alert worked quickly, fingers flying over the keyboard. “How could they have known?”
“One thing at a time, Red,” cautioned Inferno. “We can figure that out later. Right now we need to get these computers wiped and get out of here.”
“I'm working as fast as I can,” Red Alert muttered.
The base shook with another explosion, resounding from somewhere deep in the complex. “Could you work just a teensy bit faster?” Inferno gave the ceiling a pensive look. “The infrastructure ain't gonna hold much longer.”
“Can't rush perfection, Inferno. Besides, need I remind you what could happen if Shockwave got a hold of even a fraction of the data in our systems?”
“He'd have to hold it one-handed?” Inferno offered with a cheeky grin.
“Ha ha. Very funny.” Red Alert shot his friend a half-hearted glare. “There. Done. My little virus will take care of anything left over.”
“Good. Let's get out of here before this whole place lands on our heads.” Inferno started for the exit, Red Alert right on his heels. “We'll have to take tunnel six; the Decepticons already found one and five.”
Red Alert nodded. “Did Elita's group make it through?” Elita and the command staff had left the command center when the bombing started. They were supposed to exit through tunnel one, and meet up with the rest of the Autobot cell at the rendezvous point.
Another wave of bombs shook the entire building, staggering the Autobots. “Don't know, Red. I hope-” The ceiling gave way with the squeal of rending metal.
A heavy beam knocked Red Alert off his feet. Debris fell around him, blocking his view and burying him in rubble. He batted chunks of sheet metal and building materials off his face and shoved the beam to the side. “Inferno!”
Something shifted off to the side, accompanied by a groan. Red Alert scrambled towards Inferno, desperately digging through the debris. “Inferno, are you alright?”
“I can't move my arm.” Inferno shifted, then fell back with a hiss of pain. “I think it's trapped.”
Red Alter flung aside a chunk of sheet metal. Inferno was laying up against a canted slab of what appeared to be most of the ceiling and a good chunk of the floor of the level above. And Inferno's right arm was pinned underneath.
“Hang on, Inferno.” Setting his shoulder against the slab, Red Alert put all his weight into trying to shift the massive chunk of rubble.
It didn't even budge.
“Just go, Red. Get out of here before the entire building collapses,” Inferno urged him.
“I'm not leaving without you.” Red Alert cast about for something to use as leverage. There... He hefted a chunk of beam. He wiggled it into position. “You're going to have to pull yourself out from under when I lift it.” He waited for Inferno's nod of acknowledgment, and heaved.
The slab started to lift, raising a tiny bit off Inferno's arm. Then the entire thing shifted, slipping off Red Alert's makeshift lever and coming back down on Inferno's arm.
Inferno cried out in pain, jerking involuntarily.
“Shh... easy, Inferno,” Red Alert murmured, dropping to his knees and catching Inferno's free hand tightly. “I'm sorry.”
“You need to leave,” Inferno croaked when he could speak again.
“I'm not going anywhere.” Red Alert stood again, expression determined.
“Slag it, Red! You can't move that thing, and even if you did, shiftin' it is gonna bring down the entire place down on top of us!” He lowered his voice, looking up at his friend with a resigned expression. “You have to leave, Red. There ain't nothing you can do here. You have to save yourself.”
“I think you've forgotten who ranks who, Inferno. I don't take orders from you,” Red Alert told him flatly. “Now shut up, I'm trying to think.” He glanced back over his shoulder thoughtfully. “There's a medkit in the control room.”
“Red...” Inferno started, but the security expert had already vanished into the control room.
He emerged moments later, rifling through a medical kit.
“Red. You don't have time for this. You have to get out before this entire place falls in. There's no point in-”
“Didn't I tell you to shut up?” Red Alert found what he was looking for. “I can't move the wreckage, and I can't move you while your arm's under the wreckage... which leaves one solution.” He straddled Inferno's chest, holding up a laser scalpel.
Realization dawned in Inferno's optics. He nodded.
Red Alert leaned his weight on Inferno's trapped shoulder. Looking Inferno in the optics, he whispered, “I'm sorry, Inferno.”
“Just do it,” Inferno said, bracing himself. He tried not to cry out as the scalpel bit into his arm.
x-x-x
“Red! Inferno!” Hoist jumped to his feet as they staggered in, Red Alert supporting most of Inferno's weight. “We thought you two were caught in the collapse! Inferno, what happened to your hand?”
“We were, and a word of advice: never let Red play with scalpels,” Inferno answered back with a tight grin.
“Is this everyone?” Red Alert asked, helping Inferno to a crate. He scanned the room, taking in the exhausted mechs. There was pitifully few, and most were injured in one way or another. “Has anyone heard from Elita?”
Grapple shook his head. “Not a word, Red.”
“She must have been caught when they collapsed the tunnel,” a tired voice spoke up. Tracks looked up dully. “We were right behind her group, and we barely got out of there alive.”
“I don't have the materials to fabricate a new hand,” Hoist told Inferno quietly. ”Even if I did, I doubt my skills would be sufficient to fully repair this.”
“Right now, I'd be happy with just enough to hold a gun,” Inferno said grimly.
“Hm. Well, the cuts are clean enough. I'll see what I can do, but I make no promises.” Hoist frowned thoughtfully to himself.
Inferno glanced up. “Red, you're hoverin'.”
“Am not,” Red Alert snapped defensively, taking a self-conscious step away. “I was... why isn't there a security perimeter?” Red Alert demanded, changing the subject and avoiding Inferno's knowing grin.
“Give up, Red.” Tracks slumped back against the wall. “It doesn't matter if we've got a security perimeter or not; they'll find us just like they did the last time, and the time before that. Elita is dead, Alpha Trion is missing, and if Optimus Prime is even alive, he's trapped on some Matrix-forsaken planet by Megatron.”
“I will not give up,” Red Alert said coolly. “Because I am an Autobot, and I will not just let the Decepticons win. If I die, I will die knowing that I fought them until the very end. I will keep fighting until I have nothing left to fight with.” He glared around the room. “And if any of you remember what it is to be an Autobot, you will too.” He let that sink in. “Now, I want two people on guard. Everyone else, rest and perform what repairs you can. We're going to need every bit of strength we can muster.”
“For what?” Tracks asked, optics wide.
“If Optimus Prime can't come to us, we'll go to him.” Red Alert smiled humorlessly. “We're going to take the space bridge.”
x-xxx-x
A/N - Because dominant!Red is just so much fun. :D
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Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Red Alert, Inferno, minor appearance by Grapple, Hoist, and Tracks
Warnings: Minor violence
Universe: G1
Summary; Red Alert and Inferno on Cybertron, early Season 2. Claimed by
ravynfyre
x-xxx-x
The building shuddered under another round of cluster bombs.
“How did they find us?” Red Alert worked quickly, fingers flying over the keyboard. “How could they have known?”
“One thing at a time, Red,” cautioned Inferno. “We can figure that out later. Right now we need to get these computers wiped and get out of here.”
“I'm working as fast as I can,” Red Alert muttered.
The base shook with another explosion, resounding from somewhere deep in the complex. “Could you work just a teensy bit faster?” Inferno gave the ceiling a pensive look. “The infrastructure ain't gonna hold much longer.”
“Can't rush perfection, Inferno. Besides, need I remind you what could happen if Shockwave got a hold of even a fraction of the data in our systems?”
“He'd have to hold it one-handed?” Inferno offered with a cheeky grin.
“Ha ha. Very funny.” Red Alert shot his friend a half-hearted glare. “There. Done. My little virus will take care of anything left over.”
“Good. Let's get out of here before this whole place lands on our heads.” Inferno started for the exit, Red Alert right on his heels. “We'll have to take tunnel six; the Decepticons already found one and five.”
Red Alert nodded. “Did Elita's group make it through?” Elita and the command staff had left the command center when the bombing started. They were supposed to exit through tunnel one, and meet up with the rest of the Autobot cell at the rendezvous point.
Another wave of bombs shook the entire building, staggering the Autobots. “Don't know, Red. I hope-” The ceiling gave way with the squeal of rending metal.
A heavy beam knocked Red Alert off his feet. Debris fell around him, blocking his view and burying him in rubble. He batted chunks of sheet metal and building materials off his face and shoved the beam to the side. “Inferno!”
Something shifted off to the side, accompanied by a groan. Red Alert scrambled towards Inferno, desperately digging through the debris. “Inferno, are you alright?”
“I can't move my arm.” Inferno shifted, then fell back with a hiss of pain. “I think it's trapped.”
Red Alter flung aside a chunk of sheet metal. Inferno was laying up against a canted slab of what appeared to be most of the ceiling and a good chunk of the floor of the level above. And Inferno's right arm was pinned underneath.
“Hang on, Inferno.” Setting his shoulder against the slab, Red Alert put all his weight into trying to shift the massive chunk of rubble.
It didn't even budge.
“Just go, Red. Get out of here before the entire building collapses,” Inferno urged him.
“I'm not leaving without you.” Red Alert cast about for something to use as leverage. There... He hefted a chunk of beam. He wiggled it into position. “You're going to have to pull yourself out from under when I lift it.” He waited for Inferno's nod of acknowledgment, and heaved.
The slab started to lift, raising a tiny bit off Inferno's arm. Then the entire thing shifted, slipping off Red Alert's makeshift lever and coming back down on Inferno's arm.
Inferno cried out in pain, jerking involuntarily.
“Shh... easy, Inferno,” Red Alert murmured, dropping to his knees and catching Inferno's free hand tightly. “I'm sorry.”
“You need to leave,” Inferno croaked when he could speak again.
“I'm not going anywhere.” Red Alert stood again, expression determined.
“Slag it, Red! You can't move that thing, and even if you did, shiftin' it is gonna bring down the entire place down on top of us!” He lowered his voice, looking up at his friend with a resigned expression. “You have to leave, Red. There ain't nothing you can do here. You have to save yourself.”
“I think you've forgotten who ranks who, Inferno. I don't take orders from you,” Red Alert told him flatly. “Now shut up, I'm trying to think.” He glanced back over his shoulder thoughtfully. “There's a medkit in the control room.”
“Red...” Inferno started, but the security expert had already vanished into the control room.
He emerged moments later, rifling through a medical kit.
“Red. You don't have time for this. You have to get out before this entire place falls in. There's no point in-”
“Didn't I tell you to shut up?” Red Alert found what he was looking for. “I can't move the wreckage, and I can't move you while your arm's under the wreckage... which leaves one solution.” He straddled Inferno's chest, holding up a laser scalpel.
Realization dawned in Inferno's optics. He nodded.
Red Alert leaned his weight on Inferno's trapped shoulder. Looking Inferno in the optics, he whispered, “I'm sorry, Inferno.”
“Just do it,” Inferno said, bracing himself. He tried not to cry out as the scalpel bit into his arm.
x-x-x
“Red! Inferno!” Hoist jumped to his feet as they staggered in, Red Alert supporting most of Inferno's weight. “We thought you two were caught in the collapse! Inferno, what happened to your hand?”
“We were, and a word of advice: never let Red play with scalpels,” Inferno answered back with a tight grin.
“Is this everyone?” Red Alert asked, helping Inferno to a crate. He scanned the room, taking in the exhausted mechs. There was pitifully few, and most were injured in one way or another. “Has anyone heard from Elita?”
Grapple shook his head. “Not a word, Red.”
“She must have been caught when they collapsed the tunnel,” a tired voice spoke up. Tracks looked up dully. “We were right behind her group, and we barely got out of there alive.”
“I don't have the materials to fabricate a new hand,” Hoist told Inferno quietly. ”Even if I did, I doubt my skills would be sufficient to fully repair this.”
“Right now, I'd be happy with just enough to hold a gun,” Inferno said grimly.
“Hm. Well, the cuts are clean enough. I'll see what I can do, but I make no promises.” Hoist frowned thoughtfully to himself.
Inferno glanced up. “Red, you're hoverin'.”
“Am not,” Red Alert snapped defensively, taking a self-conscious step away. “I was... why isn't there a security perimeter?” Red Alert demanded, changing the subject and avoiding Inferno's knowing grin.
“Give up, Red.” Tracks slumped back against the wall. “It doesn't matter if we've got a security perimeter or not; they'll find us just like they did the last time, and the time before that. Elita is dead, Alpha Trion is missing, and if Optimus Prime is even alive, he's trapped on some Matrix-forsaken planet by Megatron.”
“I will not give up,” Red Alert said coolly. “Because I am an Autobot, and I will not just let the Decepticons win. If I die, I will die knowing that I fought them until the very end. I will keep fighting until I have nothing left to fight with.” He glared around the room. “And if any of you remember what it is to be an Autobot, you will too.” He let that sink in. “Now, I want two people on guard. Everyone else, rest and perform what repairs you can. We're going to need every bit of strength we can muster.”
“For what?” Tracks asked, optics wide.
“If Optimus Prime can't come to us, we'll go to him.” Red Alert smiled humorlessly. “We're going to take the space bridge.”
x-xxx-x
A/N - Because dominant!Red is just so much fun. :D
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