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BOOM! (we bring the boom that's what we do)
The loud sound shook the entire ship. Bots poked their heads out of hab suites trying to get a sense of what was happening.
Rodimus hurriedly stumbled out of Swerve’s bar and down the hallways trying to find the source. He finally reached a point where he did NOT give a gaf about running other bots over.
CHRRR CHEEE KKKKKUHHH
Rodimus quickly transformed into his sports card mode and sped off down the brightly lit halls. He may have hit Nautica… but it's okay.
Distant screaming got closer as Rodimus neared his destination. He transformed back to bot mode and noticed Megatron has been right behind him the whole time.
“What is going on Rodimus?” Megatron asked, a bit out of breath.
“If I knew I would've told you.” Rodimus grumbled as he opened the door to Brainstorms lab. He heard Megatron huff behind him.
“Okay gang,” Rodimus loudly announced as he stepped into the room. “What's going-”
Blink.
“What the frag is happening?”
Rodimus was aghast as he looked upon the unfolding chaos.
Brainstorm was frantically trying to put out a fire, Swerve was grabbing solvent to help Brainstorm. On the other side of the room, First Aid and Ratchet were trying to attach Drift’s arm back onto his body.
“Rodimus! Hurry and hand me that kit!” Ratchet barked out. Rodimus didn't hesitate to rush over and hand Ratchet the kit. He looked down to Drift who just meekly waved up at him with his good arm.
“So what happened?” Rodimus asked after a moment of awkward silence.
Ratchet opened his mouth to answer but Swerve, of course, beat him to it.
“Brainstorm started a gnarly explosion! Knocked our dear ol’ Drift’s arm clean off! PSSH!”
“Was the sound effect necessary?” Drift grumbled quietly.
“Yeah- story telling dude.” Swerve said blatantly. “I'm setting the scene.”
Rodimus sighed, looking up at Megatron who was quietly berating Brainstorm. He studied them for a moment, then turned his attention back to Drift.
“Hey, your arms back.” Rodimus chuckled.
“Hmmph” Drift huffed.
Ratchet helped Drift up and brushed him off, and Brainstorm was finally done getting reprimanded by Megatron. He should be thankful though- If it was Magnus it would've been horribly.
“Let's look on the bright side-” Rodimus began
“Wait- NO NO-” Brainstorm, Swerve and Drift spoke in unison.
“At least it can't get any worse!” Rodimus finished his sentence.
“NOOOOOO” Swerve wailed.
Rodimus nearly jumped out of his plating as Swerve fell to his knees, clutching his helm.
“WHAT??” Rodimus asked panicked.
“You can't say that! When we said that last Drift got his arm blown off!” Swerve pleaded.
Megatron scoffed. Heads turned to look at him.
“Nothing but a coincidence. Everything will be f-”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!”
“-ine.”
—-------------Meanwhile----------------------
Cyclonus rushed out of his hab suite and immediately transformed into his jet mode. He flew down the halls until he reached the screaming. He quickly transformed back and rushed inside of Swerve’s bar.
“Tailgate?!” Cyclonus looked around erratically, until his optics landed on the minibot who had been yelling and he seemed to be… perfectly fine.
“Cyclonus!” Tailgate wailed as he rushed over to his conjux. “Please! You have to help-”
“MY FRAGGING LEGS ARE OFF OF MY BODY!!”
“-Skids!”
Cyclonus did another glance over Tailgate, making sure nothing was wrong. He then turned his attention toward Skids, who was missing both of his legs.
“What happened here?” Cyclonus carefully asked.
“We don't know!” Tailgate cried, frantically waving his hands around. “His legs just- fell off!”
Cyclonus looked over at Skids for confirmation, and got an embarrassed nod in return. He was about to speak when he heard loud footsteps coming from behind him. He scooped up Tailgate and walked further into the bar.
“OKAY GUYS-” Rodimus yelled before he even reached the door. “WHATS-” Rodimus skid to a stop and looked at Skids without his legs. “Oh Primus help me.”
Rodimus moved out of the way so Ratchet and First Aid could quickly get Skids (and his legs) to the infirmary. Swerve went back behind the bar and began cleaning the energon that had splattered when Skids’ legs had fallen off.
Everyone stood still for a moment, calculating what was going on. Rodimus stood to speak, but turned his head to notice Ultra Magnus quietly (well as quiet as a gigantic mech could be) walk in.
“Could someone explain why Ratchet and FirstAid were rushing Skids and his legs to the infirmary?” He inquired.
“Well-” Rodimus started. He looked around at everyone, urging them all to help explain.
“No we can't. He have no clue what's happening. But hey-”
Drift slapped a servo over Rodimus’ mouth.
“Don’t”
Rodimus pulled Drift’s hand away, clearing his intake.
“Nevermind. Just- we gotta stay cool and relax.” Rodimus put on a smile and raised his hands in a leader-y way idk.
“Yeah, I mean-” Tailgate began. No one was fast enough to shut him up. “At least it can't get any worse rig-”
That's when Megatron got shot.
He clutched his chassis as he stumbled.
“Megs!” Rodimus rushed over and helped him stand up right. “Holy- are you-”
“I'm fine.” Megatron spat as he glared in the direction of where the shot came from.
Suddenly, all eyes were on Anode. Pure horror was on her face as she wielded a gun. She threw it down and threw her hands up.
“I'm SO sorry! Whirl told me the safety was on!” She pleaded. “I didn't mean to!”
“It was supposed to be on! The gun musta’ malfunctioned!” Whirl scoffed.
Megatron stared daggers into Anode as she fought back the urge to purge all over the floor.
“Anode! That was extremely irresponsible!” Ultra Magnus marched over to her.
“But it wasn't my fault! The safety was supposed to be on!” Anode exclaimed. Whirl laughed in the background.
“Bad luck for everyone today then, huh?” He chortled.
“Not helping!” Anode cried.
“ENOUGH.” Megatron said firmly. Anode jumped and turned her attention back to him.
“Anode-” He began, taking a deep breath. “-Do not worry. You had no malice in your spark when this happened.”
Anode nodded and looked back up at Ultra Magnus. He visibly studied Megatron then Anode. He nodded quickly and backed away.
“I'm gonna help Megs to the infirmary. Maybe Nickle will be able to help him.” Rodimus began helping Megatron walk to the medical station.
Megatron couldn't put much weight onto Rodimus, but he appreciated the effort. He clutched at the shallow wound in the side of his chassis. Rodimus frowned.
“What a day we’ve been having.” He said, trying to lighten the mood.
Megatron huffed out a laugh, grimacing at the pain as they journeyed to the infirmary.
—-------------Meanwhile—------------------
Cyclonus sat at a table, Tailgate sitting closely beside him. Cyclonus wrapped an arm around his minibot and sighed.
“Glad that's all done and over with.” Tailgate mumbled. Cyclonus hummed in agreement. He looked up and saw Skids with his legs again sitting at the bar, chatting it up with Swerve. He glanced over at Anode and Lug who were both laughing nervously. He noticed Whirl straighten up in his seat.
“Well gang-” Whirl began. Everyone tensed up. “At least-” Everyone turned to look at him. “-It can't get any worse!” Whirl barked out a laugh.
“NOOOO-” Everyone yelled in unison.
—------------Meanwhile…again—--------
Megatron had regained enough strength to walk on his own again, but Rodimus stayed close beside him.
“We’re almost at the med bay. You got this.”
“Don't patronize me.”
“I wasn't. I was trying to be nice.”
“Hmph.”
They both reached the med bay door and it opened for them.
Inside the med bay? Absolute chaos.
“Frag.” They said in sync.