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"Sit still, or I will never get this cable right!" Ratchet growled as he gave the arm he was working on a hard tug so that his patient twitched in his grip.
"Primus Hatchet, be a little gentler, will you? That hurt like frag!" the red mech complained and twitched again as he tried to get away, he was fine anyway, why did the medic have to be so hard on him?.
Ratchet brought out a wrench and hurled it at the red bots helm hard when his first threat did not work.
"I. Said. Sit. Still! It will only take a klik and don't call me that" he ordered with growing irritation; it was like having Luna here when she was in a bad mood. She could not sit still for even a moment or let the whole universe know that she does not like the situation.
"OW! Ratchet watch my paint. Sunny just finished it!"
Ratchet snorted "you sounding like your brother," he said as he tried to reconnect the last cable in the red mech's arm as he moved again and Sideswipe grinned at the medics statement.
"Well, thank you! I have taught him everything that I know!" Sideswipe said happily as the newest dent in his helm now was wholly forgotten as he looked over to his yellow painted twin. Sunstreaker snorted at his brother's statement as Ratchet gave his brother a new pull on his arm.
" It must have gone very fast, did he get bored?" Ratchet asked sarcastically. A bored twin was a misbehaving twin; everyone knew that. Especially if the said twin was Sideswipe, he needed to do something all the time. Sunstreaker they could handle if he did not open his mouth to often or behaved like he owned the world and could bite every bot helmets of if it placed his ego. He just did not let anyone tell him what to do or how to behave. And that does not even touch the subject or the complete absence of restraint and social ability that it very poorly lacked in the yellow twin. Probably for the best that it was Sideswipe that did most of the socialization.
"Yes, it did," Sunstreaker said as he looked over his plating after flaws, they had finished his new paint job before they had come to Ratchets. He had helped his twin again because even if Sides could see something and liked to look good, to paint himself or also choose the right color was not his thing. Maybe it had been a mistake to do it before their visit to Ratchet, but slag that, he was not going around with scratches all over his frame, not a chance. But the Hatchet seems on the warpath this solar cycle so he would do smart to observe his action, unlike his idiot of a brother. Sunstreaker had no plans on getting under that wretch if he could help it.
Sideswipe looked at his twin when he said that and acted slightly choked "Suunnyy! You hurt me! That was mean" he said as he twitched again earning an angry growl from Ratchet.
"Maybe your processor is too small to process in more than kliks information at the time?" Sideswipe teased, sometimes it was fun to get on his brother's nerve cables. Completely ignoring the poor medic that tried to fix his broken arm. Of course, the other twin did not take the bait; it was more the first statement that made Sunstreaker growl in irritation.
"Don't call me that!" Sunstreaker growled, he hated that nickname, most of the time he let Sides get away with calling him that but right now he did not have the privilege to do that.
"I can call you that all I want, Sunny! It is a brother's privilege" Sides grinned as he had heard his brothers thoughts and got a dirty look from him in reward.
"Fraggit! Sit still, would you?" Ratchet broke the pointless discussion or what you would call it so that he could be over and done with this checkup and repair. Then they could finish this pointless bickering outside of his medbay! He so needed the space to tinker with his project. As soon he was finished with the last cable, and everything was looking beautiful if he could say it himself. And he did, he took real pride in his work, especially with this primus named crew of hellhounds. Ratchet let the protective equipment and plates fall again over the vulnerable cables. The other smaller damages Sideswipe own repair system could fix with ease.
"There you go, don't forget to refuel so you can heal up, that includes you to Sunstreaker, and now get out of here and don't let me see you here again anytime soon!" he said as he was wiping off his servos. It was his job as a medic to repair any bot that was in his medbay, and he would always help another one in need. But that didn't mean that he liked it when they got hurt in meaningless fights. And this had been a pointless fight in his optics, the twins were bored and had gone to do some friendly battle or a sparring match, only to have the game escalate until Sides servo joints had been cracked under a tremendous amount of pressure, how they had succeeded in that he did not know. Could they not fight more friendly and not get so much hurt? But that was probably too much to ask for in this team because everybody on this team was split crazy, a little too many hits to the processor would do that. Especially the yellow twins that could get to, energetic at some points.
"And don't forget to report to Prowl, he specifically said that he wanted the report from you within a breem."
"Will do, nice to see you again Hatchet, it has not been long enough," Sideswipe said cheekily before he quickly jumped with a loud yelp and a laugh as he ducked to the door as a wrench came flying over his helm. It was missing him with only by an inch. Pit the medic was fast slagger! It was only with share reflex and a great deal of luck that he had ducked it, he could not say the same for Sunny, as he avoided the wrench it went flying and hit Sunny's helm.
"WHAT THE FRAG RATCHET! I didn't do anything!" Sunstreaker screamed as the wrench made his face pain receptors burn and his audio sending a loud ringing sound that hurt his processor.
As he saw Ratchet menacingly coming towards them not soon after he had screamed that statement and he soon was running after his brother down the hallway, not wanting another dent or lecture. Once again, he cursed his brother over their bond as the red devil laughed as they escaped from the medbay.
~*'--'*~
How had he ended up in this situation again and again?
Why did he continue to put up with this?
One of Prowls optics twisted slightly as he could hear the low humming and clicking sound from the sparkling that now sat on his desk and was playing with one of her toys that some of the bots had got to her. She looked content and seemed to be happy while she was sitting there playing by herself. It was not that bad, she was a well-behaved sparkling, and it looked like she liked to stay there with him as this was the fifth time this orbital cycle. So it was not much he had to complain over, but he was not a sparkling sitter! There were so many other mechas that would freely volunteer to do that, so why had he ended up like this?. Prowl had a lot of reports he had to finish and even if he could handle a lot of different task at the same time, the continued humming sound of the sparkling made him look at her more often than he wanted.
As Luna had been growing, some of her personalities had started to show, she was a lot of her carrier and needed to have quiet around her when she painted or was processing over something. Never mind that she was the one making the noises; she did that always as she concentrated. This time it was over her toys, and she was playing in her little world. But he had to say that even if he did not want to be a sparkling sitter, he thought it was a pleasure to have her there for the time being. If he decided to talk, she would listen, or at least he thought she listened to him because she would sit quietly and look at him. But even if she liked to have calm around her, she had made a quick habit of humming and clicking for herself all the time. This time she was playing with a painting pad that Jazz had fixed for her, and she had started to paint different things and not in line with the pictures frames. She also liked the number of games that she had to memorize them, so she switched between painting and the numbers.
Luna had not grown much by size this six orbits cycles, she was still small, but she had started to talk some more to make the other understand her needs and not only her creators. And she processes things faster and faster with each passing cycle; she was proceeding quickly. But it was only logical that Luna would grow and manage to handle new situations and learn new things. She took on increasingly advanced technology and began to try to produce more resultants in what she was doing; she tried to talk more often and do as the others did. Prowl did not have any memory of a sparkling that was this advance in her development as the young femme was. Perhaps it was a consequence to be the only sparkling that was functional in this ship and the only playmates, so to say, was the other crew members, and they could not all understand sparklings lingo as her creators had their bond to translate most of it.
So they only needed to show her a few times how to do something new, and then she could try to figure things out by herself, and she loved to try new things. Sometimes it went alright and sometimes things were beyond all rescue. She did not speak a lot of whole sentences but some words she could try to pronounce, and then some clicking sound and other noises only a sparkling could make would come even often in her speech pattern. But Luna was picking up their languish fast and could understand most of what they said by now, not the more complex words and explanation, but the simple meanings and actions she could understand. Prowl blinked slightly as he comes back into his processor, he had let his thoughts wander as it often did in the sparklings presents. He was once again reminded of the situation he was in, how was it that he of all bots, always, in the end, ended up as a sparkling sitter?.
He had a lot of work to do, and he could not do it as the sparkling chipper beside him each time he tried to concentrate. He had a lot of reports to read and a lot of tactical plans that had to looked over for the next mission; Optimus had a plan to split up the team now when they were so close to where the Allspark could be. But at the same time, he wanted to know all the risk to do so and what the odds was to find it any time soon. One of Prowls optics ridges twitched slightly again as he tried to think of the most logical action would be of the next mission, but it was hard as at the same time the sparkling had started happily to humming again.
The humming sound was always there when she finds something she was interested in, most of the time shiny things. That was another funny thing, the sparkling was obsessed with shiny things, and with a weapon, all of them could see that Ironhide was proud of that fact. While Ratchet did not like her obsession with gun, shiny things he could live with without any problems, but a weapon to a sparkling? Not a good idea. Prowl paused for some Astro-seconds as he was picking up something familiar in the notes Luna was humming, not much but some of it. Strangely enough, it sounded like one of those lullabies that Ratchet would hum for her when she was fussing and did not want to recharge, something from his sparklinghood.
Prowls faceplates pulled together; he had done it again. He vented out hard; this orn was not going as he wanted. Lunastorm clicked and hummed softly now as she was painting something on her small pad and he could not help to notice that she was mimicking him at some point how he would hold his data pads as he was concentrating. As if the sparkling felt his optics on her, she stopped and looked up at the bigger bot happily clicking and chipping as she started to talk to him in her lingo. Prowl vented yet again; he would not get any work done at all now. Maybe this was Jazz plan from the beginning? Sneaky mech.
"What are you doing, sparkling?" Prowl then asked as he lowered his own much bigger datapad back on his desk. Luna looked down at her pad and then up at him again at his question like she was debating with herself if she was going to show it to him. He calculated the odds that she would do that to a 76% chance. And he was right; she soon enough decided it was okay for him to see her work and she raised it for him to see what she was painting on
"He' go," she said and now whistled happily as she wanted him to view it.
Prowl held out his hand as she dropped the small data pad in it and brought the pad closer to his optic to see what she was doing and he saw two Cybertronian same figures close to each outer and some squiggly symbols around them and a smaller one on the ground.
"Your unit?" he asked her as Luna tilted her head to the side and scowled slightly at him as she shocked her helm.
"no," she said and then made some chipping sound as he could not see who it was, so she tried to stand up and on unstable pedes walked to his servo where her pad was. First, she pointed to one of the figures that were mostly gray with black in it and with a big red dot as its helm " 'owli" she said and then pointed to the white one " 'azzy!" she happily cheered as she said their name and Prowl looked down at the pad again.
So she had painted him and Jazz? But what was she trying to write? He looked at the symbols again, and his processor was suddenly going on entirely. Her innocent writing was way wrong spelled from what must have been an attempt to writhe their designation. " and spank 'ing" she pointed and smiled happily up at him. She had wanted to paint them something, and this had come in mind.
Prowl looked down at the picture again, and the words she had written and his processor was now trying to see the most logical explanation and the possibility for it to happen. He had missed to shut down his battle computer, and it was now mixing in with his feelings, overloading it. He could not find any reasonable explanation, and he tried more, and harder to get the information he was required to process this correctly, it was getting hard to handle it, and no answer comes to him. Suddenly some of Prowls circuits in his battle computer were starting to get overheated as it tried to find the information it could not find in it or categorize it. Suddenly it was too much the heat was too intense, and it started to shut down so not destroy or damage any other necessary cables in his processor. And the glitches started up and to protect his mind; he went in to force charging.
His whole frame was suddenly entirely still, his optics closed and he fell forward on his desk, face down, still with the data pad in his servos. A hard thud was heard in the room, and the noise shocked the counter so that the sparkling landed on her rear with a low protest. Her optics widened when the mech beside now had gone completely still, and she had no idea of what happened.
"owli?" Luna asked and tried to get up on her pedes again but fall back on her rear before she tried again and was able to bend her pedes under her so that she could stand on her knee joints. She started to crawl forward to Prowls facial structure and patterned his cheek plates for attention. It always worked with her creators when she thought that they had been recharging for too long in the mornings.
" 'owli? Aky! Aky!" she tried and let her small hands hit his cheek plates with clinging sound and looked for a reaction from the other one. But prowl did not wake up, and she started to get irritated at the bot, he could not recharge now! No recharge when she was here, or recharge without her for that matter, and now was not the time for her to recharge. But Prowl was doing it and did not wake up when she tried everything she could think of, but the other one did not online, and she sat on her rear again. It did not feel right, this was the first time she had seen this happen, and she started to suddenly feel unsecured and afraid instead of irritated that he did not wake up. Had she done something wrong? She had tried to paint all the bots and write the designation under it. Did he hate her painting so much that he felt in recharge? she would not do it again if it meant that he would react like this
" 'Owli!" she tried again with a more wailing voice and clicked now uneasily "Aky, a ownt do it i'en" she said as she tried to shake his shoulders, and she clicked sadly at him and looked over the bigger bot. She could feel energon tears burn in her optics as she still got no reaction from the mech, and she was starting to get afraid. She did not like this.
~Carrierrr!~she wailed throw her creation bond ~ owli no aky!~
It was a quiet moment and started to get afraid that her carrier did not hear her and she got ready to wail even harder to get some of their attention, but the Ratchet answered and sent her calming emotions.
~ Are you with Prowl? What happened to Jazz? Is he not there? ~ he asked her
~Nooh carrier, 'azzy no he's~ she said with a small complaining voice and let her raw feelings of distress, and unease flow throw the bond ~Aky, Aky owli!~
~I'm on my way Luna, stay where you are alright? It is okay sweet spark ~
The sparkling looked up at the offline mech's faceplate with energon tears in the corner of her optics, her carrier was on his way, she could feel him coming closer and that he was so calm also made her calm herself even though she was up in the lap of stress and anxiety now.
~kay~ she then said and tried to stay calm as her carrier was on his way to wake Prowl up again and she would promising him not to paint more, never would she paint anymore, then he would not need to recharge when she was there or any other for the matter.
Luna looked up as she suddenly heard the door open and close; her carrier was quick! She stood up with the help of one of her hands on Prowls olfactory to stabilize herself and to meet her carrier when he comes in, but something was not right.
Ratchet still was on the move quite a bit from here. But as Luna's optics looked at the door, she saw two unknown mechs stand there, and the fear and insecurity were spiking again as there were unknown mechs. None of who her creators had approved of or said they were safe. She had not seen them before, and Prowl was recharging, and no one was there to protect her against the new threat, she remembers her creators tell her to stay quiet in this situations, don't make any sound and don't bee seen.
One of the bots was bright yellow, and the other one was vibrant red, she had never seen them before, and it made her shrink down a little bit more and closer to Prowl. She never took her optics of the bots as she hides as close to his neck and shoulders as it was almost as she melted in with him. But her tiny frame had started to shake with the fear her system was feeling, and her processor almost screamed as they come close. Her creators were feeling her distress and were now both picking up speed tower her and was getting closer but not yet there.
~Sparkling what is it? what are you doing?~ Ironhide asked and tried to find his sparkling to come and save her from whatever made her feel so distressed, damn that bot that scared his sparkling!
The unknown red meck looked over to Prowl and whistled low, "Whatever made him crash, I have nothing to do with it. I promise!" he said as he recognized Prowls condition as his glitching one. "I wish I know what made him glitch, though."
"I know that you had nothing to do with it," Sunny said as he looked over Prowl "Don't need to say that"
"Who do you think made him glitch? Jazz?" Sunstreaker asked his brother and started to look around but was soon walking forward to the desk with a monotonous expression.
"Maybe," Sides said and grinned " but It is a too good opportunity not to do anything, what do you think about if we paint his wings pink? Or the lovely color of the sun? Should we skip our report? I like that alternative, let's do that," he said as he walked forward to Prowl.
~ Carrier, sire~ Luna whimpered as she had listened on the bots and she did not like it ~big s'ary bots 'urt 'owli!~ she said and was now shaking and tried to press herself harder in Prowls face and both Ironhide and Ratchet was sending her recurring feelings, just to keep her calm.
~We are on our way sparkling, they are not going to do anything, they are good bots~ Ratchet said, at least they were most of the time when they did not drive him and the others up the walls. Ratchet swore highly and irritated; he had not known that Luna was with Prowl and that both terror twins would be reporting to Prowl immediately.
The calming words from her creators help her from panicking, but she still did not like the new unknown mechas even if her carrier said that they were nice. But they looked so dangerous!. The yellow twins looked around and walked to one side of the working desk to see better when his brother was going to paint the door winger, but his optics saw something white in the crock of Prowls neck and almost hidden by the arm in front of it.
"Wait, Sides. What is that?" Sunny suddenly asked, and Luna lifted her blue optics at the statement and stared right at him. Luna's optics looked right up in the yellow ones, and she gave away a low squealing noise and turned her back against them and tried to hide further in Prowls plantings.
The suddenly squeal scared both Sunny and Sides as he screamed in fright and backed fast away as he dragged his brother with him back and pulled out his swords.
" Damn it! It is a Scraplet Sides! Prowl has Scraplets on him," he yelled and pointed the sword against Luna that fell backward in shock at the scream. It was not her scream, but it had sounded much like it, the lousy bot maybe was not of a mech model? Perhaps the yellow one was another femme? She had heard the other bots call her a femme. And he had beautiful colors. Her processor was now telling her two different things, one side wanted her to scream for her carrier to take away the threat in front of her and the other one remembered that she should stay quiet and hide as they had told her. They had found her hiding place, she was no longer safe there, but her creators were so close now what she could do?
But as the other red mech pulled his weapon and growled in a threatening matter, the worst thing they could have right now was a scraplings epidemic, as scraplings ate everything with metal. Scraplings absolutely loved living metal, and it was like a thousand small insects that could climb and penetrate under protection plantings and eat at sensitive wires and last their beating sparks.
Luna could no longer keep quiet as her system took over, and she started to scream in a high and terrified voice that most likely would destroy the closes audio receptor on Prowl. She was now completely terrified of this whole situation, and her sparkling programs demanded her to send for some protection, her spark hummed painfully in her small frame as it was pulsing in very high speed and she could not keep every emotion in control.
The pure sparkling scream that Luna was emitting right beside Prowls audio had caused his system to go into an emergency start-up. His frame heated up and he went right in battle position with his gun out in pure reaction, his optics nearly white as the protective program activate. A program he did not even know he had or could have. His audio was ringing, and he was somewhat unsteady on his feet. Prowl pointed both his stun gun and acids pelt gun at the twins in front of him as they backed away from the sudden movement from the TIC. At that moment, Ratchet and Ironhide came running inside his office right after each other with their weapons out and ready to shoot any possible enemies. All this happen as Luna still was howling in distress.
As the sparkling now was wailing in a high note and with a loud sound that made every Autobots audio receptors ring in the room. Prowl started to reclaim his programs and began to mute it down, even though it was the most illogical reaction he had done. He could not adequately process that possibility as his processor was still not fully ready in its rebooting process and both his logical center and the battle computer was still unconnectable, and his processor felt fuzzy. The high piercing scream of the sparkling was still ringing in the twin's receptors to and Prowl reaction was something that had their programs activate but before they could do anything both Ratchet and Ironhide was over them. The twins were surprised by an attack from behind them, and they did not registries them as a potential threat before both mechas were over them. Both Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were flat on their fronts and pushed down before they had known what happens to them.
When a sparkling is first present to a new unit or a new bot, the creators or someone trusted was always with it. As Luna had been born into this war and this unit, some of the more active bots in it had started to develop a particular program to protect the sparkling in questions. It was a protective reaction and something normal under other circumstances. And it activates a specific protective program for that said sparkling, and to stand between a calling sparkling and one with the program enable was a lousy thing to do.
Something the twins now had noticed
"Fragg it Ironhide, let go of me!" Sides growled under the massive red mech but were quickly silenced as one Ironhide's canon was whirling closer to his helm.
"What are you doing? It is a scraplet in the room, don't attack us!" the yellow mech all but growled tower them and tried to get away from the medics saw-like weapon that now was resting dangerously close to his neck cables. He could feel how Sides emotions and his started to blend, and it was not a good thing when it did, not if the other bots in their proximity was counted as friends.
"Scraplet? Who are you calling a Scraplet?" The growled cursedly, and Sunstreaker got quiet and still once more by the raw emotions that were in the doctor's voice. "Why don't you look again?"
Not soon after they had the twins on the ground and Ratchet had growled his question to Sunstreaker, the three other mechas onboard the ship enter the office room. Everyone was on alert by the sparklings call of distress as she still had not ceased her wailing. The first one to take in the situation and also the first one to recovering from it was Optimus, and he straightened up and withdrew both his weapons and battle mask.
"Ratchet, Ironhide, let go of the twins" he ordered and Ironhide growled to his leader in response, not quite willing to let go of the fragger that scared his sparkling. But the demanding voice of a Prime reached threw their activated programs and suppressed them significantly so that they could turn it off. He was a Prime, and he had to control his emotion in every possible situation, even in a case like this, he had to be the strong leader to take everything under control. Optimus did not like to use the power he gets from being a Prime, but in this situation, it was necessary when a sparkling was in danger its creators would do anything to protect it even fight their own.
"Bumblebee, go to Lunastorm and comforting her until her creator's response properly" He ordered the scout as he still had his optics at two of his oldest and most trusted friend. He had chosen Bumblebee to go closer to the sparkling only by the fact that he still was counting as a youngling to their race and did not see as a significant threat to the sparkling as an adult would have.
Bumblebee nodded an affirmative and slowly started too walked forward to the desk where Prowl was still standing in a protective place over the sparkling. Prowls was now fully functional and when Optimus had entered his weapon was already in its place. Bumblebee had his optics on Ratchet and Ironhide for any attempt to see him as a possible danger to their sparkling. Ratchet was watching him with a low, dangerous rumbling of his engine as the medic still stood with Sunstreakers, but did not do anything ells, he accepted Bee's approach. So Bee slowly lifted the small wailing sparkling in his hand and held her close to his chassis and his spark to try to calm her down and started to klick some soft sounds and beeping sound as he sauntered forward tower her creators so their attention would be on the sparkling and not the twins. Almost at the same time as Bumblebee had lifted the sparkling and walking toward them. Prime is slowly coming up beside Ironhide and Ratchet, and that helped the two bots to come back more in their processors and let go of the twins. Ratchet was the first one to let go of Sunstreaker before he quickly went to take their sparkling from the scout and Bee made him take the still leaking sparkling. Ratchet was now holding the sparkling close to his chassis as soon as Ironhide was standing in front of them in a protective stance. But slowly both of their protective programs started to de-activate.
"Caaarrrrieeer, Siiree!" the sparkling suddenly wailed as she found her vocals still with the energon tears running down her cheeks plat, painting them slightly dull blue from the energon lubricant that the wet substance was made of. She was soon cuddling close to her carriers sparks, and the wailing was muted to sobs and chipper. The spark she was pressed against was pulsing at a stronger rate than usual and gave away calming warmth that spread into her spark.
As soon as Ironhide decided that the red twin was not a threat anymore, he stood close by his mate, and they're sparkling that was still sacred. The spark humming was one of the most effective ways to calm down the distress sparkling. Not only was their spark beating harder and faster so she could hear it more precise than average, but their engines were rumbling higher than usual too. Making her forget the outside world and only focus on the warmth from her creator's sparks and the sound of their engines protecting her and she was slowly calming down.
The twins were completely shocked by the spectacle that was played out in front of them, what they had been drawn into, and they had no idea what had happened. And why in the fragging pit were Ratchet and Ironhide protecting and none the less hugging a Scarpling! Were they out of their processors?
"What is going on here? What did we fragging miss?" Sunstreker growled irritated not yet seen the status of his paint that had a lot of scratches on it as he was getting up on his pedes.
"Yeah! Why the frag is the Ratchet and Ironhide hugging a Scraplet?" Side asked as he to raised bud quickly thrown back as he avoided a blast when Hide shot at him meanwhile the mech was growling furiously as the statement.
"Call my sparkling that one more time and I swear to Primus that the next time I'm will not miss your spark!" he threatened, and his canon was warming up again.
"Ironhide, stand down, the twins have never seen a sparkling before, they may not know" Prime demanded before the leader turned his attention tower the twins "It would be wise not to insult the sparkling further Sideswipe," he said to the red mech that now was standing up again and stopped in his movement.
"Whow Whow! What? A sparkling? No one said anything about a sparkling!" Sides said shocked at that statement. The scarpling was a sparkling? So the small wailing thing was a sparked little sparkling? Not created from the Allspark? She was created by codes?.
"Yes, she is a sparkling" Optimus said then to the twins as Ironhide still not letting his optics of the twins " She is Ratchet and Ironhide creation" he explained
"She?" Sides echoed
"Yes, the sparkling is of femme model," Optimus said
"Ratchet and Ironhide?" Sunny said after his brother, he was too in shock over that statement. In another time, it would be a funny thing to see that the otherwise stern and emotional hard mech showed this state of emotion.
"Yes," the leader said again.
The twins were now completely silent and only stared at the two bots that were standing close with the sparkling in their servos. A sparkling? And they had just pulled their weapon at her and not only that, scared the living light from her, and it was a sparkling?
Jazz started to laugh lowly as none of the twins moved or reacted for some kliks, just kept on staring "I think we just broke the terror twins!" he said with a cheering voice as he now stood by Prowl side and smiled. "This must be the first time in eons."
Prowl did not say anything as he took in the situation and tried to find the best solution to handle the situation but came up with a blank space, his processor still rebooting.
"Wanna bet that they will glitch?" Jazz asked them all in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere around the room, and it was working as he had hoped for.
Ratchet had to start to relax more as was Ironhide now as the danger to their sparkling was taken care of, he still held the sparkling close to his chassis as she now was quiet and lulled into a light recovery recharge by his spark. The sparkling nuzzling into her carriers frame and the twins just stared at the family unit not saying anything, their mouths were open but nothing come out as they only stared.
And not soon after Jazz had made that statement, the twin's optics become utterly white at the same time and their circuits shortened out, and they fell backward. Ratchet looked at them as they fell and did not make any attempt to reboot them any time soon Ratchet snorted still irritated at this whole thing and he could both see and feel how tired he was and that he needed a long and good recharge. But his statement brought his thoughts back to how this whole mess had started. Optimus looked over them all, and now that Ratchet and Ironhide had calmed down and the sparkling was in recharge he could relax a bit more himself, but he stood straight up. "Now when this has successfully passed would you be so kind and reboot Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, Ratchet and then send them to my office when they are functional," he said as he turned around and bid them all god joorn before he walked out.
Ratchet grumbled something slightly about that the twins could lay on the ground for what he cared for but nodded an affirmative as he let Ironhide take over the recharging femme that now had started to come online again slowly. Luna didn't want to wake up at first, her helm felt way too uncomfortable, and it was nice and warm where she was now. But as she heard the deep rumbling sound of the spark in the chassis she looked up her sire before she let out a small Cybertronian equal of a yawn. She cuddled closer into the chassis and offline her optics again, not wanted to come online as she could feel a digit caress over her back structure. Ratchet rebooted the twins by the cables in their helms a bit rougher than he usually would have been in this case and he then looked over to Prowl.
"I want you to come with me to the medbay Prowl and look so that glitch didn't cause any permanent damages" he ordered the tactician
"It is not necessary Ratchet all my programs will functioning properly in a mare klik. But I think Luna cracked one of my audio receptors."
Ratchet gave away a grunting sound at that statement what it was with all these stubborn mechs?
"I do not accept no for an answer Prowl, you will come to my medbay, and I will see it for myself and look over your audio receptor" Ratchet ordered the tactician, he wanted to know that nothing was damaged.
Suddenly a low groaning sound could be heard from the ground as the twins started to online and slowly started to sit up.
"What the frag did just happen?" Sunny grumbled as he let one of his servos rub over his tender helm and suddenly Ratchet hit him in the back with one of his wrenches making it even worse.
"Fragg it Ratchet, watches the paint!" Sunstreaker yelled as he held up his servo to protect his helm and paint.
"Watch you're languishing in front of my sparkling!" the medic said to him growling, "or I will strike you so hard that the dent will be permanently melted in your helm like the crater of the blasted asteroid and not even the best medic in the galaxy can help you."
At that threat, Ironhide gave away a low chuckling sound, they did make up an excellent parental unit, the danger he had his mates possessed was terrifying, and in this case, most appreciated. The medic was fragging scary when he was in that mood, and not even he would dare to cross the thin line. Not that he could blame his mate, he was not in the mood for any more trouble from the terror twins.
"One more scratch in your paint would not make any difference" Ironhide then snorted to the yellow twin as Sunstreaker looked locked over to the weapon specialist and then down to his frame in shock before he let out a horrible scream popping Luna right out from her emergency recharge.
"Mute it Sunstreaker! And go to Primes office before I decide to make real of my threats."
"Sire" Luna suddenly whispered and patterned her sire's chassis for his attention "Carrier 'ad?" she asked him low, and even when she spooked so quiet as she did, the optics of the red twins turned to her, and his optics widened as he started to process what had happened. A sparkling? It was a sparkling, and they had pointed their weapons toward it and scared the small thing right out of her processor.
Luna squealed nearly frighten as the now two scary bots looked at her and she tried to hide behind Ironhides big fingers. Ironhide could feel this and lifted his other hand and laid it above her and added a warning growling sound tower the Twins that fast looked away from the sparkling — not wanting to cost any more problems.
Without much more to say or do the twins walked quickly out of Prowls office, soon everyone ells followed them. Ratchet did a quick check up on Prowl processor as he had wanted and Ironhide went to their chamber with the sparkling to make her calm down even more, and maybe get her to recharge. He only hoped that the twins would not bother his sparkling again anytime soon. He knew that they meant well, but that did not mean that he would take it easy on them.