SS: That .1%

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Credits: requested by KHandFF7fanforver.

Summary: After a sudden decepticon spotting, a battle leads to some unexpected revelations inspired by some prankster people.

Chapter 7:

That 0.1%

It all started when Ironhide charged into the hanger, weapons brandished, screaming about eradicating some annoying pests.

At first everyone thought he was talking about Mojo, as the damned Chihuahua was left to roam as the Witwicky's were currently visiting.

But when he ran up to Optimus, and said there was a 'con sighting, everyone started and began to prepare.

'Bot wise, Optimus was taking Jazz, Sideswipe, Sundtreaker, Ironhide, Cali, Micheal, Ben, Dusk, and Prowl. For humans, Will was bringing Epps, Fig, and a couple of other soldiers.

As they boarded the plane Optimus and Will debriefed the team. Twenty signal that were near identical in a forest in Canada.

"What our ETA?" A soldier called out impatiently.

Cali graced his comment with an evil grin. "Are we there yet?"

"ETA: 30 minutes. No." Will replied, casting a worried look at the techno-organic.

"Now?"

"No."

"Now?

"How bout now?"

"NO!"

Just then the intercom came on. "This is your pilot speaking. Please fasten your seat belts and prepare for a rough landing."

Cali and Dusk laughed at Will's face.

Later after trudging through mounds upon mounds of snow, the group came across the signals.

"What are these things?!"

"I don't know, Micheal! Some sorta metal bot- beatle!"

"Insecticons," Optimus stared gravely.

Jazz, Fig, Epps, Will, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker all exchanged glances before they all shouted, "Get OFF!" And simultaneously pulled out green and orange cans before spraying the contents on the shocked insecticons.

All of the other bots and humans looked flabbergasted as a soldier by the name of Ricky pulled out a similar can. "Never know when OFF big spray comes in handy."

What did y'all think? Thanks for y'all support. I love this story. I could barely type I was laughing so hard a some points. And it didn't help that my 60 pound dog insisted that there was something wrong that she had to sniff out.

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