Field Trip, Part 1 - G1 (pg)
The madness continues....
Chapter: Episode 4: Field Trip Part 1
Title: Thundercracker and the Three Seeklets
Fandom: G1
Rating: PG
Warnings: crackfic
Summary: The sparklings go visiting...
Other Parts: Ep. 1: Taser's New Friend; Ep. 2: A Sticky Situation; Ep. 3: Fingerpainting
“Decepticons, retreat!”
Autobots jeered at the fleeing Decepticons. The Decepticons spat threats and curses back.
In the confusion, no one noticed three brightly colored streaks vanish behind a rock.
“I don’t know about this,” Scritch muttered.
“Starscream told us to go bother someone else, so we are,” reasoned Stick.
“I don’t think this is what he meant!”
“Well, he should have said so then!”
“Look, do you want to see an Autobot, or not?” Taser demanded.
“Fine! But when we get in trouble, I’m telling Cracker that it was your idea!”
x-x-x
The Autobots straggled back into the Ark, tired, dirty, and banged up. Thankfully, none of the patrol had been seriously injured before Optimus could show up with reinforcements and chase off the Decepticon jets.
Given their condition, it was understandable that they failed to notice they were being followed. At least, until Sideswipe was almost bowled over by three fast-moving blurs of color that streaked past him and into the Ark.
He blinked. Then he gave chase. “Hey! Come back here!”
x-x-x
Catching small, hyperactive children was bad enough. The Autobots were finding out how much worse it was when the kids came equipped with jet engines.
They’d almost had the sparklings; Bee was monitoring their erratic movements through the security cameras, allowing the Autobots to corner the three jets.
Then the sparklings, without seeming to realize they were being stalked, disappeared into the maintenance crawlspace.
x-x-x
“Stick! Your aft is in my face!” Scritch whined
“So move your face!”
“Move your aft!”
“Shh! Hey, I found something!” Taser unlatched the hatch cover and poked his head down. “Oh, yeah! This is cool!” He dropped out of the crawlspace.
“Wow! Look at all the stuff!” The other two followed him down.
Stick poked a strange object. “What this?”
“Who knows? We could start pushing buttons…”
x-x-x
“Guys, I found an open hatch,” Bumblebee radioed in. He dropped to the floor and looked around. “The bad news is that it’s Wheeljack’s lab.”
“Slag,” Sideswipe muttered.
“The really bad news is that I’m sure these tables weren’t this empty a few hours ago.”
“Slag on a stick.”
“Alright, Autobots, spread out and search for them! Assume the items they’re carrying are dangerous and highly explosive-“
“Because they always are,” Sideswipe interjected.
“So approach them with caution,” Optimus continued. “The last thing we need is for anyone to get hurt because we startled them into dropping something. I want all available personnel searching-“
“What about the Dinobots?”
“…No, leave them out of this. We don’t want to frighten the children.”
x-x-x
A few floors away, a cluster of mechs crowded around a television set, optics focused on a well-used copy of A Land Before Time.
One of them looked up at the sound of voices raised outside the door, and the tromp of searchers rushing by.
“Me, Swoop, wonder what they, Autobots, looking for.”
Grimlock nodded. “me, Grimlock, wonder that too. Do you, short ones, know?”
Three pairs of little glowing optics peered up at him. “Nope!” they replied.
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Chapter: Episode 4: Field Trip Part 1
Title: Thundercracker and the Three Seeklets
Fandom: G1
Rating: PG
Warnings: crackfic
Summary: The sparklings go visiting...
Other Parts: Ep. 1: Taser's New Friend; Ep. 2: A Sticky Situation; Ep. 3: Fingerpainting
“Decepticons, retreat!”
Autobots jeered at the fleeing Decepticons. The Decepticons spat threats and curses back.
In the confusion, no one noticed three brightly colored streaks vanish behind a rock.
“I don’t know about this,” Scritch muttered.
“Starscream told us to go bother someone else, so we are,” reasoned Stick.
“I don’t think this is what he meant!”
“Well, he should have said so then!”
“Look, do you want to see an Autobot, or not?” Taser demanded.
“Fine! But when we get in trouble, I’m telling Cracker that it was your idea!”
x-x-x
The Autobots straggled back into the Ark, tired, dirty, and banged up. Thankfully, none of the patrol had been seriously injured before Optimus could show up with reinforcements and chase off the Decepticon jets.
Given their condition, it was understandable that they failed to notice they were being followed. At least, until Sideswipe was almost bowled over by three fast-moving blurs of color that streaked past him and into the Ark.
He blinked. Then he gave chase. “Hey! Come back here!”
x-x-x
Catching small, hyperactive children was bad enough. The Autobots were finding out how much worse it was when the kids came equipped with jet engines.
They’d almost had the sparklings; Bee was monitoring their erratic movements through the security cameras, allowing the Autobots to corner the three jets.
Then the sparklings, without seeming to realize they were being stalked, disappeared into the maintenance crawlspace.
x-x-x
“Stick! Your aft is in my face!” Scritch whined
“So move your face!”
“Move your aft!”
“Shh! Hey, I found something!” Taser unlatched the hatch cover and poked his head down. “Oh, yeah! This is cool!” He dropped out of the crawlspace.
“Wow! Look at all the stuff!” The other two followed him down.
Stick poked a strange object. “What this?”
“Who knows? We could start pushing buttons…”
x-x-x
“Guys, I found an open hatch,” Bumblebee radioed in. He dropped to the floor and looked around. “The bad news is that it’s Wheeljack’s lab.”
“Slag,” Sideswipe muttered.
“The really bad news is that I’m sure these tables weren’t this empty a few hours ago.”
“Slag on a stick.”
“Alright, Autobots, spread out and search for them! Assume the items they’re carrying are dangerous and highly explosive-“
“Because they always are,” Sideswipe interjected.
“So approach them with caution,” Optimus continued. “The last thing we need is for anyone to get hurt because we startled them into dropping something. I want all available personnel searching-“
“What about the Dinobots?”
“…No, leave them out of this. We don’t want to frighten the children.”
x-x-x
A few floors away, a cluster of mechs crowded around a television set, optics focused on a well-used copy of A Land Before Time.
One of them looked up at the sound of voices raised outside the door, and the tromp of searchers rushing by.
“Me, Swoop, wonder what they, Autobots, looking for.”
Grimlock nodded. “me, Grimlock, wonder that too. Do you, short ones, know?”
Three pairs of little glowing optics peered up at him. “Nope!” they replied.
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