Megatron's twin

35:HELLO!

I snuck forward but my progress was halted by two armed humans.

Ok, two military humans.

"Who are you?" One of them asked.

I raised an optic ridge, clearly these humans have not been fully educated about the two factions.

"Why, I am the mighty-" I started dramatically for fun.

"It's the nutter." The other said and looked less weary.

"The nutter?" I asked, my dramatic flare leaving me.

"Yea, um, Smokescreen told us about you." He said.

So these humans were educated enough to know me as the 'nutter' but had no idea about the factions.

"Not much, clearly." I mumbled as the humans returned to their tasks.

I snuck to hanger E and peaked inside.

Ratchet was at a monitor, busy typing. Wheeljack was playing with a grenade and Smokescreen looked as if he was gonna fall into recharge out of boredom.

I slowly went inside, Wheeljack being the only one to notice.

He looked alarmed at first but then seemed to realize. He glanced at Ratchet then back at me. He pointed to Ratchet flared up his servos and mouthed the word 'BOO!'.

I got what he meant.

I snuck over to Ratchet, Wheeljack waiting in suspense and Smoke, oblivious to the whole thing.

I got prepared, I tapped Ratchet on the shoulder guard with a sharp digit and waited for him to turn.

He did, "what do you want now-ARGH!" He yelped and fell over, seeming to go into stasis lock. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to do that on a old bot.

"What's up Ratchet?" Smoke started as he looked toward where Ratchet previously stood, he caught my optic, squealed and scamped out of the hanger.

Meanwhile I and Wheeljack were laughing our afts of.

Distantly I heard the shouts of, "Optimus! Megatron's in the hanger!" But I couldn't care less.

Wheeljack walked over, still wheezing and looked over Ratchet. "He's gonna be so mad." He said as large ped steps neared the hanger.

I turned to see Optimus, battle mask over his face plates.

Smokescreen frowned, properly taking in the scene infront of him. "Wait..."

Optimus took a less agressive stance and neared us.

"It's just Quillux, Optimus." Wheeljack chuckled.

He frowned and picked up Ratchet's frame to lay him on a berth.

Once he did so he turned to me. "How did you find the base?" He asked.

"Oh, I was flying around, looking for duct tape." I explained.

He raised a optic ridge, "why?"

"I accidentally cracked one of the Predacon clone's tank." I said, then realised they probably shouldn't know about that. "Should not have said that." I muttered to myself.

"What?" Smokescreen stuck his helm out from behind Optimus.

"Nothing." I said quickly.

Optimus narrowed his optics but looked over to Ratchet as he stirred.

Ratchet was waking and soon his optics widened when he saw me. "Piece of scrap." He growled as he got up from the berth and grabbed a wrench.

I got behind Optimus and he gladly took the hit... Maybe not. But I wasn't gonna have another spark attack.

"Umm, Ratch?" I poked my helm out from behind Op. He was glaring daggers as well as Optimus. "You still mad about that huh?" I chuckled nervously. Remembering the prank I pulled on him.

"It's his fault." I reasoned, pointing I digit at Optimus.

"What was?" Smoke and Wheeljack both asked. Ratchet waved them of, both cast each other a glance.

"How is it his fault?" Ratchet exclaimed.

"He gave me your com." I said.

Ratchet glared at Optimus, "why would you do that?"

Optimus seemed to be searching his processor for a memory of this before it clicked. "I wasn't in my right mind." He said glaring at me silently in warning.

"What do you mean with that?" Ratchet asked, ignoring the other two which were pulling faces further off.

"He was drunk." I explained in more detail. Smoke and Ratch choked on air as Wheeljack stared in shock. "And your being very hypocritical, Ratchet." I stated.

"How so?"

"You gave me his com." I said pointing at Optimus.

Ratchet shut up, glancing nervously at Op.

"Why would you do that?" Optimus asked.

"I thought he was Megatron!" He said in defense.

"You would give my com to Megatron." Optimus frowned.

"I was in shock, he just claimed he fragged you!" Ratchet yelped in defense.

Wheeljack lost it and cluched his tanks as they ached from his laughter. Smokescreen dashed off, no doubt to tell Bee.

Optimus glared at Ratchet.

This gave me enough time to return to my mission.

Find duct tape, before I become Shockers next experiment.

I started looking through Ratchet's tool drawers, Wheeljack came to me still grinning and pointed to the far one. We left the other two to argue.

Finally, like the ancient gods of old, the shining arora of duct tape bathed us in it's presence.

"My life is saved!"

"Soooo..." Started Wheeljack, "how many Predacon clones?"

I shrugged, "twenty to forty? Couldn't count, was too dizzy, lost my coordination."

Wheeljack paused, processing the information. "Shit." He glared distantly at the floor. "What do you mean, you lost your coordination?"

"Spark failure, and before that, loss of vocal control. All in one day!" I complained.

"Ahh, Bee said you sounded weird.-"

"And what are you doing?" The snarling tone of Ratchet his our audio receptors.

I held up the duct tape, "found it!"

He snatched it from me instantly. Fear over took me instantly. "Ratch please." I begged. "Shockwave will kill me!" I got down and hugged his ped out of fear.

He stared down at the scene and tried tugging it out of my grip. Nope nope.

He shoved the duct tape into my arms and instantly I got up and hugged him. He pushed me off.

"I gotta go and fix the thing." I stated and turned to the door.

Ratchet's optics bulged out of their sockets.

"Won't say where the base is." I added, "bye!"

I strutted out the door hearing a faint 'bye' from Optimus and Wheeljack and a grunt from Ratch.