Lunar Works Productions

Transformers: The Lost Adventures

Episode 2 Recruitment Drive!

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Red Alert cycled through the satellite camera views on Teletran One. An Arielbot was featured on each of the current set he selected. Each jet was patrolling a different part of the world. Red Alert sighed. It was the last hour of his portion of monitor duty and nothing of note had happened. He thought he should be happy about the lack of Decepticon activity, but it only made him more suspicious. Four months had passed and there was not a peep from Megatron or his cronies.

“Are your optics fried yet, buddy?” Sideswipe startled Red Alert with a deliberately hard pat on his shoulder.

“Yeah, you’ve stood monitor watch every day for an earth month,” spoke Sunstreaker from just over Red Alert’s shoulder, opposite his “brother”. Wherever one was, the other was sure to be nearby.

“I suppose I could use a break,” Red Alert stretched his arms above his head. A few metallic pops could be heard.

“I couldn’t even look at myself that long,” laughed Sunstreaker.

“I beg to differ, bro,” said Sideswipe, his optics flashing.

“Four months,” said Red alert absently, “Not a peep.” He pressed each camera button in a frantic succession. Nothing but Arielbots.

“If you’re that worried about them so much, let’s just go to their base,” said Sideswipe, “and kick that anthill around a little bit.”

“”I’m sure we can find a few friends to tag along,” said Sunstreaker with a half giggle.

“Powerglide remembers how to get there,” added Sideswipe, “We can even get Seaspray to cruise around underwater to scout the oceanfloor.”

“And then what, Sideswipe?” asked Red Alert leaning back in the console chair.

“I don’t know,” said Sideswipe raising his hands, “We take the Decepticons head on. We’ll smoke them out of their holes. I mean they’re probably planning something really big anyways, something really dangerous if they’ve been quitet this long!”

“So we just go in guns blazing? Just to see if we stumble onto one of their schemes?” asked Red alert with a worried look on his face, “That’s absurd! It’s a plan that Cliffjumper would come up.”

“What about Cliffjumper?” the red minibot’s brash voice echoed through the monitor room. His small feet clanked into the chamber, “Who’s talking about me?”

“Great,” Sunstreaker said under his breath with a snicker.

“Funny you should mention Cliffy here,” said Sideswipe, “It was kind of his idea.”

“Yeah, it was my idea!” Cliffjumper half-shouted, then paused, “What idea?”

“To attack the Decepticons in their Undersea base,” said Red Alert, “Right now.”

“Yeah, of course it was my idea,” Cliffjumper said as his glassgun popped into his hand from subspace, “That’s always my idea!”

“See,” said Sunstreaker, “He’s the true Autobot master strategist. Prowl’s got nothing on him.”

Sideswipe clanked over to Cliffjumper’s side and put his arm around the little bot’s shoulder.

“I just think we should strike first,” said Sideswipe, “We always wait for the Decepticreeps do something. Let’s change up that formula.”

“What about Optimus?” asked Red Alert, “We should wait until he returns and ask him what he thinks of being proactive.”

“He could be gone months,” Sunstreaker said, “You know how the human governments operate.”

“He’s taking part in important negotiations,” pleaded Red Alert, “The future of the Autobots on earth is at stake.”

“That’s why we’re here,” added Sunstreaker, “All the friendly Autobots are with him. We’re the ones that may do something, heh, rash.”

“And how happy would Prime be when he gets back from the World Peace Conference and Megatron’s already taken care of?” asked Sideswipe.

“He won’t be happy if he comes back to a full-scale war,” said Red Alert.

“We pick the right team,” said Sideswipe, “and we’re in and out like the Wreckers in old Cybertron.”

“Though Springer’s not exactly around these parts, brother,” said Sunstreaker.

“But I am!” thundered Cliffjumper pounding his gun-toting hand into the open palm of his other, “I say we go in there and bust Decepti-turkey head to the white memory circuit meat!”

“Who can argue with that,” said Sunstreaker smirking.

“It appears that you three will undertake this mission regardless of how I feel about it,” said Red Alert, “Though I am positive Optimus would not be thrilled, someone in the group needs to provide the voice of reason.”

“Excellent!” said Sideswipe, “You were the last one. Smokescreen owes me twenty Energon sticks. He swore you wouldn’t go for it.”

“Smokescreen? How many of us left at the Ark are part of your mission?” asked Red Alert.

“Hmmm, counting you,” said Sunstreaker with a grin, “That puts the number at about…”

“All of us!” Cliffjumper roared with angry enthusiasm.

“Yeah, that’s a number Cliffy,” said Sunstreaker.

“Welcome aboard, Red Alert,” said Sideswipe holding out a hand to the bewildered security advisor.

“Umm, thanks, I think.”