The wait on this was horrible…I know. Once I actually began writing it, it just took an even longer time to finish. It's sad…and well, I also don't have my laptop at the moment AND schoolwork to do now this year more than ever…*sighs* This girl is about to kick the bucket, honestly. But, I still managed to finish this…though it should have been updated yesterday. I blame family.
Anyway…

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers…Rhythm is mine…Tune is 9aza's…

Then Tune, the bravest one about now, spoke up and responded to the medic, "We just want to set up the boundaries in our room." The Twins and Rhythm nodded in agreement with her. It was partially true, on the account that they would have to eventually, but that wasn't why they were in there. But Ratchet didn't need to know that.

The red and white CMO snorted and then muttered, "Okay then. Now, get out of here." He growled a bit at them, the wrench in his servos looking like a deadly projectile. The four rapidly nodded and hurried out of there, hoping that the medic wouldn't throw the weapon at them just because.

A Little Later…

The group of four made their way through the halls relatively easy. No one stopped them, but that didn't mean someone wasn't impatient.

They made it back to the lab and noticed Jazz was waiting for them outside of it, arms crossed over his chestplate and a bored look on his faceplate. Once they had walked up, he glanced over.

"About time you guys came back. I found stuff we can use, but I need help carrying it." Sunstreaker rolled his optics at that, Sideswipe replying with an 'Okay!' while the other two nodded their helms in agreement to help the saboteur. They walked in and looked around before going through some of the stuff, picking up inventions that looked safe to touch and subspacing them.

Then the white and green cassette femme asked, "Do we need this?" Tune was holding a box, shaking it slightly and hearing things inside bumping against each other.

The black and white TIC shrugged and replied, though going back looking through things, "Probably not, but who know, it could be useful." Knowing Wheeljack, anything in this lab could be useful in pranks. Rhythm muttered a 'Yeah…' as she continued to sub-spaced a few items from around the lab as well. It was then the saboteur looked over and noticed something about the dark blue and black femme.

"Hey Rhythm…Ah noticed ya had twa folded, what look ta be wings, on ya back? Am Ah correct?"

The femme stopped and glanced over to the black and white, visored mech, nodding in agreement, "Yep…got boosters ta so I can fly." She grinned a bit, proud that she could. She did love flying around.

"That's cool! I got a jetpack!" the red Lamborghini then interjected into the conversation, grinning brightly. Rhythm glanced over and chuckled at the other's enthusiasm, replying with a 'Cool' back.

Then Jazz glanced over to the white and green cassette, asking, "And you, Tune…what is that on yar back?"

"It's my subspace backpack," Tune replied, then continued on with the explanation of it, "it can also turn into a jetpack." Sunstreaker muttered an 'awesome,' though it wasn't hollow. It was interesting to see what gadgets and mods some mechs and femmes had.

Jazz grinned, still picking a few things out and subspacing them, and complimented, "You ladies definitely have style." And he thought it to be so. The saboteur was glad they were on their side now.

"Thanks," Tune replied, Rhythm nodding her helm in agreement and replying back with an 'Aww…thanks Jazz.' Then the white and green femme continued, "But we should get out of here before Wheeljack comes back." It had been a good bit of time since the engineer had left, and knowing Ratchet, 'Jack would be back soon.

Rhythm nodded her helm and muttered, "Yeah…I agree with Tune." The other three mechs glanced to each other, then nodded in agreement. They had enough stuff for now. So, they all soon began putting a few things up and making it look like nothing had gone through before they left the lab completely.

Only a few minutes later, Wheeljack walked into the lab, looking around a bit. "Hmm…now where did I put that…" The head-fined mech then continued to search for the item of interest, not even realizing someone(s) had been there.

In the Brig…

Rumble looked out the energy bars of the cell, noticing that no one was currently watching them from within the brig. Perfect.

"No one is out there…go…" he muttered to himself and his twin before they opened the cell and hurried out. They made their way down the hallway of the brig, then opened the door at the end of the corridor and looked out. No one was guarding the entrance, perfect for them. Both cassettes slipped out and began down the hallway of the Ark.

While they were weaving through the orange-walled corridors, the blue and purple cassette mech muttered, "I can't believe how hard it is to find a vent grate here." And it was. They both hadn't found one, already going through five halls.

"I know," Frenzy responded, "we should probably make a map or something." A map would have saved them a lot of time wondering around and finding nothing. Rumble muttered an 'Already ahead of you,' meaning he was planning on doing that really soon.

Frenzy muttered back a 'Good…' to his twin, then he spotted the object of interest. "FINALLY!" Both hurried over and opened it, crawling inside and replacing it back on once inside.

Walking through the halls…

The five were walking through the halls of the Ark, wondering what exactly was the plan of action now that they had the equipment.

"Okay…what now?" the dark blue and black femme asked, glancing to the others of the other. Most of them just shrugged, not knowing what to do either. There were choices, but what was the best choice?

Sideswipe hummed a bit in thought, then replied, "Hmmm…maybe we should try to get the Protectobots?" It seemed like a good idea, and they could all get them at once, even better.

"Sounds like a plan," Jazz said, the others nodding in agreement with him. They still continued down the hall, still discussing the plan of action.

"How do you guys want to get them?" Tune asked, glancing over to the others. There were many ways to accomplish that now, especially with the items they had took from Wheeljack's lab. The possibilities were nearly endless, save for a few that had already been hit.

Then Jazz replied, "There's always that plan we had earlier. But ya two need ta stay in yar human forms." The two Lamborghinis nodded in agreement, a slight grin on Sideswipe's faceplate.

"Okay…" the white and green femme began, glancing over to Rhythm then back to the mechs, "what is it?" The grin that sprang on all three mechs' faceplate didn't bode well for either Tune or Rhythm.

A few minutes later…

Just outside of the Ark, two human females were tied to a tree with a trail of gasoline leading to it. Both looked a bit worried about that said fact, mentioning it to the saboteur standing nearby.

"Jazz, I don't think this is safe," the brunette who was wearing a cap began, the other next to her nodding in agreement.

"Don't worry," the black and white mech said, "the Protectobots are taking a walk in this direction." It was true, the group of five bots were just a good ways off, just enough to not see but could hear the girls' screams. But even that didn't help the two girls moods…at all. Then, Jazz dropped a match on one end of the end, the liquid spark and igniting. He hurried off to go hide with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker and watch as the trail began to catch fire, winding its way closer to the girls.

"We're doomed," Suki/Tune muttered, sighing. She was a bit more…calm about this, knowing that the Autobots wouldn't really let them perish. However, her friend, on the other hand, was not so calm.

"GAAAHH…FIRE!" Rin/Rhythm cried out, wiggling in the rope bonds and trying to get free. She didn't want to die, knowing that it could happen. While struggling to get free and save her life, she sent a message quickly over the comm.s to her ally, /I'm going to kill Jazz…I don't care if we are Autobots…I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!/ And Rhythm meant it, she did not want to die from so stupid prank idea.

After hearing the girl's scream, the leader of the Protectobots glanced over to the way and then his optics widen. "Fire!" Then Hot Spot ran over, comm.-ing his gestalt brothers as well, /Guys…come one…humans in danger!/ The rest of the group ran as well, hoping to save to two before they could perish in the fire that was getting closer to them.

From within their hiding spot, nearby and close enough to watch everything, the three mechs waited for the plan to unfold. They just hoped that the two femmes wouldn't get hurt.

Then the red Lamborghini got a feeling within his tanks, and he soon muttered to Jazz, "I have a feeling Rhythm is going to kill you after this…" It was true, that and the yell prove it a little as well.

But Jazz didn't quite pick up any hints that he was in danger from the femme's wrath, asking, "Why do you say that?" Sideswipe sighed and muttered back a 'Feeling…' before the black and white mech shrugged and went back to watch what would happen. The red Frontliner sighed, as well as his twin brother. While watching the fire burn closer and Protectobot mechs try and save the two girls, the saboteur in hiding began grinning. Both Lamborghinis traded looks and sent messages over their link.

/Never thought Jazz could be a pryo…/ the yellow mech sent first, a sound of agreement from the other with the reply of '/Me either./' Then they both turned back to watch what would happen next…hoping it would go as planned.

Back at the tree…

Tune then muttered back through the comm.s, /When you do kill him, give me his body so I can desecrate it./ She deemed to herself that the dead saboteur should be covered in glitter, limbs removed, and a whole lot worst be done to that body.

"Don't worry, we'll help you!" the leader of the Protectobots said, nods from his brothers.

"Geez, what made us think you wouldn't?-!" Suki/Tune snapped back, Rin/Rhythm nodded in agreement, still looking pissed off as well. First Aid then muttered a 'Wow, someone's cranky.' The other four Protectobots nodded, but the two girls also glare at him for making the remark. Then the gestalt pulled out fire extinguishers and got closer to the fire line. While doing that, they failed to notice the wire till they tripped it and fell into a hole that had been covered up. A yell accompanied the fall too.

From their secret hiding spot, the three got out, Jazz grinning and crying out, "Yes! We got them!" The other two Lamborghinis nodded in agreement, Sideswipe was grinning from audio to audio receptor and Sunstreaker smirked a little bit that the plan had worked.

"Okay then, now Jazz…" Rhythm began, before she yelled at the other, "STOP THE FIRE AND UNITE US!-!-!" The Twins winced at the loud shriek and walked over. While doing so, they pulled out fire extinguishers from their subspace and began putting out the fire. Once the flames were gone and the two girls were out of danger, the Frontliners began untying the two irritated femmes in disguise.

"Jazz…I am going to kill you…" the non-capped girl seethed out, her and her ally's eyes locked on the black and white in a glare that could have killed Jazz. And she just about meant it too. The other had nearly got her and Tune burnt.

Then Sideswipe sent a message over comm.s to the saboteur, /Jazz…I think she will…/ The anger that radiated off the small female was enough to prove that. Sunstreaker muttered an agreement of '/Yeah Jazz…/ though the comm.s as well. Rhythm could probably do it with Tune helping. Jazz, on the other hand, wasn't worried. He just shrugged his shoulders, not bothered by the rage directed at him.

"You'll get over it…" the black and white mech said to the two femmes, which did not help him at all. Rhythm, still in the projected human form, launched herself at the saboteur's pede, hoping to climb up it and give the cocky and uncaring TIC a piece of her processor. Sideswipe decided to intervene and caught her, holding her in his servo and away from Jazz.

The red mech then said, "Save it Rhythm…" In his response, he got a growl from her. She crossed her arms over her chest, not happy that Sides' had intervened. While the red frontliner, on the other hand, just shook his head.

Then, from down in the hole, there came a cry out, "HEY! GET US OUT OF HERE!" It was Groove, but also the back-up agreement of his gestalt brothers. Then Blades got an idea and transformed and flying up out of the hole.

"Don't worry guys….I'll get help!"

His voice had echoed through the hole, causing the five up on the top land to hear and work to stop that. It was Jazz that looked over into the hole, noticing the helicopter rising up out of it.

"I don't think so…" he muttered, then quickly un-subspacing a net and throwing it down over the transformed mech. The net caught the rotors of the 'coptor, causing the mech to have to transform and land back down at the bottom of the hole with a cry.

The then Lamborghinis Twins glanced to the saboteur, asking, "Shall we?" The black and white TIC nodded and soon held up a few cans of motor oil he had retrieved from subspace. Sunstreaker, on the other hand, had then pulled out paint cans from his own subspace, awful colors of course. He wasn't going to use his good paint on a prank. The golden mech's twin had flour sacks in his other hand, which wasn't holding the still human-form Rhythm, who was holding feathers and puff balls as of the moment. Tune finally had the glitter for the poor mechs in the hole.

"We shall!" the uncapped girl cried out, all the mechs and the other girl grinned and proceeded to dump all of it down on the Protectobots.

"HEY!" the bots from down below cried out, their voices reaching to the ones standing at the rim of the hole, 'WHAT IS THIS?" They had felt the stuff land on them, confused at what it was and why it was sticking to them. Then they realized what it was, crying, "GET THIS OFF OF US!-!-!"

The pranksters all snickered at the unfortunate bots from down below, Rhythm saying, "This was awesome…" Then her happy demeanor changed as she soon glared at Jazz, "Don't you ever do that again!" She was referring to the tying them up and nearly getting them burnt alive. Again, the TIC shrugged his shoulders, and they all headed back to the Ark.

Once back inside the orange colored base, Rhythm pulled out the projector and changed her and Tune back to normal. She then said, "Who's next?" The Twins hummed a bit in thought. That was a good question as they all wondered who that hadn't pranked already.

Then Tune suggested, "Want to get Spike and Carly?" The others thought about it, Sunstreaker muttering a 'They would be easy…' And they would…sort-of.

"But they'll be with Bumblebee," countered Sideswipe, but Jazz replied back with, "That's not a big deal." And for the 'prank master' that really wouldn't stop him so much.

While they three had been talking, the white and green femme cassette had been thinking hard on an idea before soon saying it to the others, "Guys, how about we make them think that they killed me and Rhythm?" The other four were shocked, glancing over to the white and green femme with wide optics.

"…and HOW are we going ta do that? Isn't like we can…use…the projector…" Rhythm exclaimed, but her voice died away as the thoughts in her processor slowly began coming together to form a plan. Both the Twins hummed out, catching onto the thought process of the dark blue and black femme cassette.

Then Rhythm continued, "It could work…but…" Jazz interjected with a 'But what?' Then he stopped when he noticed the evil grin upon the femme's face. Rhythm continued on by saying, "How about…instead of me and Tune…Tune and Jazz…" Then the red-visored femme glared hotly at the saboteur, wanting her revenge on him now.

"But, but, but!" Jazz stuttered out, glancing between the others, getting a sense of dread when the two other mechs were grinning.

"Sounds like a good idea!" the red mech exclaimed, his twin nodding in agreement and continued on with 'Yeah!' Then they both received glares from Jazz, though not paying much attention to it.

Tune sighed, knowing that the other femme would have planned to have a plan like this, "You knew that she was going to keep holding that grudge." Jazz grumbled a bit before muttering an 'Alright, fine.' Wasn't like he was happy to do it, didn't want to do it anyway. But, there was little really to get out of it…and too much problems would come about if it just kept arguing with the dark blue and black femme.

The Twins cheered a bit, Tune grinning and asking, "But where are Spike and Carly? We can start planning once we know." That was true, and they thought about it till the black and white TIC provided the answer.

"Last I heard…they were in the Rec. Room…"

Rhythm grinned evilly and muttered, "Perfect…there could be even more witnesses!" Jazz sighed by that point, but Rhythm wasn't finished speaking, "Hey…maybe we could get Prowl to see it…wonder what would happen if he saw you two die…especially you Jazz…" The grin on that femme's faceplate did not bode well in the sabotuer's spark.

"Hey, don't drag Prolwer in it…and besides…after you two's little prank in the beginning…" The grin didn't leave the dark blue and black femme's faceplate as the saboteur tried to counter the argument. The black and white then argued back, even if Rhythm had said anything, "He might lock up permanently!" Now the evil grin fell off the femme's face, but that didn't mean she was feeling back.

"Pfft…doubt it!"

Sideswipe nodded in agreement with the femme and argued back, "Yeah…come on Jazz!" Sunstreaker nodded and said something similar, and soon both Lamborghini mechs had what humans could call 'puppy dog' optics, trying to persuade the saboteur into allowing the plan to continue with Prowl in it.

At first, the black and white mech held strong, then he finally caved, "…FINE! I'll do it!" Both the Twins cheered with a 'YEAH!', Rhythm snickering to herself.

"Cure the puppy dog optics," the black and white mech muttered and grumbled. He didn't like the fact that he had been bested back that look.

Tune then grinned and exclaimed, "Excellent! But should I be in my human form for this?" They all thought about it. Would be make the prank better or worst…or not affect it at all.

"That might be for the best," Sunstreaker said, Sideswipe nodding in agreement and added, Yeah, you still have the 'Con symbol, and I don't think anyone else knows about you two." That was also another factor in the plan that would have put a damper on things.

"Okay then," the white and green femme replied, turning on the projector and using it on herself. She then glanced up at the others and asked, "How shall we die?"

"We could make 'Bee think he crushed you with something by accident," the red Frontliner suggested for Tune's death. It would be easy and simple, since she was a 'human' now.

The yellow Lamborghini nodded and then suggested Jazz's death, "And for Jazz, maybe he could ask Spike and Carly to look under his hood. Then, when they touch something, Jazz could die." Sounded simple enough to do with the right amount of theatrics.

"Hmmm…" Rhythm hummed out, "the 'Bee thing might work…but it will be hard to get him to accidentally 'kill' you and Tune…and…hmm…I like that idea." And the dark blue and black femme had a point. The yellow scout was very careful around humans, since his closest friends were ones. So, the 'killing' had to be planned out right for it to work, but it was a doable idea for them.

The two Lamborghinis grinned brightly, while the black and white, visored mech muttered, "Oh boy…"

In the Rec. Room…

The three intended targets for the prank set up by the five pranksters were talking amongst each other at a table, unaware of the trouble they would soon be facing. Soon, the group of five walked in, spotting the targets and grinning a bit. The two who were suppose to 'die' then walked over, Bumblebee was taking a sip of his energon cube when he noticed them.

"Hey, Spike, Carly! This is my friend, Suki," Jazz then introduced the human in his servo, who smiled a bit and waved to the three.

"Hi!" the two humans and yellow scout greeted her, smiling back as well. 'Suki'/Tune greeted back with a 'Hello' of her own. Then, the plan was set in motion.

"Spike, Carly," Jazz began, knowing what to say already, "think you two can look under my hood. I keep hearing something rattling, and I don't want to bother the Hatchet."

"Sure, we'll look," Spike replied, glancing to the blonde girl, who then nodded in agreement. They were friends, of course, and wouldn't mind helping him out.

Rhythm and the Twins, on the other hand, were watching from the doorway. Then the femme of the three muttered, "Okay…just a little bit more…Sides'…comm. Prowl…" The red Lamborghini nodded and replied with a hushed 'Alright…' before sending a message to the SIC, /Prowl…/

He then received a reply after a little bit, since the other mech was in his office and busy working, /What Sideswipe?/ Prowl wasn't exactly all too keen that other had interrupted his work.

A grin spread across the red mech's faceplate, and he replied, /Well…the um…minibots are getting into it…/ Good excuse, Sideswipe thought so himself. And it was, since the other believed him.

There was a sigh pass through the link, and Prowl replied, /On my way…better not be lying Sideswipe…/ The red Frontliner replied with an '/Alright/' before the connection was cut, assuming the white and black mech was going to leave his office soon. Then he peered back into the Rec. Room to see how well the plan was playing out.

Inside the Rec. Room and back with the others, Jazz soon transformed into his Porsche mode and popped his hood, saying, "Just look for anything loose." Mentally, he was powering some systems down while powering others up. Hopefully this would go smoothly…dying that is.

Carly nodded her head, while she and Spike looked inside of the black and white racing car for anything that was causing the problem. Watching over them, Bumblebee didn't notice the red Lamborghini walk in, but soon did once he was called out.

"Hey 'Bee!"

The yellow scout looked up at the grinning red Frontliner, who held in his servos are ball. Bumblebee did think it was a bit odd, but soon figured out why.

"Catch!" Sideswipe yelled out, giving no time for the other to refuse and throws the heavy ball. Near Sideswipe's pedes was the human-version of Tune, who looked slightly nervous about all this.

Once it was in range, the yellow minibot caught it and replied, "Careful, that could've hit me."

The other mech rolled his optics and replied, "It didn't. Now, throw it back." A large grin wanted to worm its way onto Sideswipe's faceplate so badly, but he knew he had to keep up this façade for this plan to work out right. So then, Bumblebee threw the ball, but it went a little to the left of the red mech and not a whole lot a power in the thrown. That, and also the red Lamborghini made no move to catch it. However, when it did land, a loud groan filled the air.

"Primus! Is she okay?" Bumblebee asked, hurrying over to see that the ball he had thrown had landed on Tune. Tune also timed it so that she had managed to un-subspace packs of blood and had them explode for the 'bloody' effect.

Sideswipe then shook his helm and replied solemnly, "She's dead 'Bee. You crushed her."

The yellow Scout gasped, muttering and glancing back down to the 'crushed' human, "I didn't mean to…" Then, at that moment, Prowl made his appearance in the Rec. Room, looking a bit confused as to why there was no minibots making a ruckus. But soon the tactician was involved in the next stage of the prank.

"I think I found it," that was the trigger that let basically everything loose. Once Spike had said those words and pulled on a small wire, Jazz let out a wailing cry and soon went silent. Everyone froze a bit and then noticed in horror as the saboteur's colors went gray.

Carly then cried out, "Jazz, no!" She was on the verge of tears by this point, not wanting a friend to die. Prowl, on the other hand, gasped out as well, but the white and black Praxian soon fritzed and passed out. His processor couldn't handle the fact that Jazz was offline.

Outside of the Rec. Room, Rhythm glanced over to the yellow Frontliner and asked, "Wow…this is getting good. Should we check up on Prowl?" And to her, she was a both surprised and glad the prank had work out so well. Sunstreaker, on the other hand, was a bit mildly impressed that the plan had worked, shrugging in response to the femme's question. So, they both walked into the open area, while the other freaked out.

"Prowl…Prowl…" the dark blue and black femme said over the fallen SIC, wondering how long he would be out.

Then Sunstreaker muttered, "He's out cold…" Then looked up and over to his twin and the others. While that was going on, Rhythm had taken a marker out of subspace and began marking on the tactician's face, snickering a bit. But Spike, Carly, and 'Bee were still freaking out, regardless of those two and the downed mech. What were they going to do about a dead TIC and a dead human?-!

Well…that ended on a…well, a not so good note. Wonder what will happen…just stay tuned…pfff- tuned...Tune…yeah, not so good at this thing called 'comedy'.

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