... I'm not sorry for this. At all. Bet no one can guess what I was playing when I came up with this!

OC's in this chapter: Shadow Stalker

Never Ask Prowl to Play Dodgeball

It was unusally quiet on the Ark today. Ratchet wasn't scolding anyone in Med Bay with the sound of a wrench to the helm soon following, Sunstreaker wasn't ranting and whining about a mini bot ruining his paint job, no sounds of cannon or Blaster fire could be heard from the shooting range, but most unerving of all, was no explosions were sounding in Wheeljack's lab, and Sideswipe wasn't anywhere to be seen.

This had put Red Alert on high alert.

The paranoid bot was currently rocking back an forth in a corner of the Security Room, sucking on his thumb and whimpering while watching all the moniters like a hawk. He had been on edge ever since there was no sign of the trio spawned from the Pits was no where to be found.

"Red Alert?"

"NO!" Red screeched, jumping up and shooting under the counter while whipping his gun out and pointing it at the intruder.

Inferno was lounging against the door frame, watching with a raised optic ridge as Red pointed the gun at him. "Put the gun down, Red."

"Knock next time why don't you?!" Red Alert spat, crawling out and stalking over to the mech to harshly jab a digit inot his chest.

Inferno chuckled, bending down to look the Secruity Officer in the optics. "What got you all riled up?"

"What do you think?" Red growled, "Those three lunatics haven't been out and about at all!"

"...You mean the Twins and Shadow Stalker?"

"Nooo, I mean't Bumblebee, Brawn, and Cliffjumper. Of course I meant the Twins and that demon femme!" Red Alert practically screeched.

"Now Red, they probably just took a break today," Inferno offered with a shurg.

"Are you crazy!? They're probably plotting some crazy scheme to murder everybot!" Red yelled, throwing his arms out in distress.

Fizz Fizz click.

The camera feedback stopped as the black femme pressed a button on the remote. "And this, is why we're doing it." SHadow spun around in her chair, facing the Autobots she had agthered for this occasion.

Among the gathered Autobots were the normals: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Jazz, Bluestreak, Blaster, Hound, and Smokescreen. Shadow Stalker was pleasantly surprised when she noted today she had managed to gather a few more then the normals.

Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Hoist, Brawn, Grapple, Ironhide (It's an amazing thought she had actually managed to pull him away from his precious cannons and the shooting range.), Cosmos, The Aerialbots, First Aid, Gears (This, too, was an amazing feat.), and a bunch of others she rather not take the time to list.

But two bots in particular had stunned the crowd when he walked in. Shadow had, somehow, managed to get Optimus Prime and Prowl to do her crazy scheme.

"Shadow Stalker, what in the Pits are you doing?" Prowl vented, his doorwings flicking up as he pinched his nasal ridge.

"Introducing a human game I have found very interesting," Shadow drawled, leaning back in the seat and spinning herself around in a circle.

"Very well. Let us start then," Optimus replied, venting.

(In The Shooting Range a few hours later)

Shadow tossed the metal ball in her hand experimentally. "Alright, here are the rules of the game. You throw these balls at the opponents on the opposite team, and if you catch a ball thrown at you, you stay in. A ball hits you and you don't catch it or you fail to catch it and it touches you, you're out. You can't cross this line here, or you're out. Headshots do not count! Team captains are me and Optimus. Now, time to pick players... PROWL'S ON MY TEAM!" Shadow sprinted over to the Tactician, latching onto him protectively.

Prowl stood awkwardly, flicking his doorwings as he looked down at the Femme Commander.

"Optimus, hon, you're turn."

"I pick Ironhide," Optimus coughed into his servo.

"JAZZ!"

"Blaster."

"Bluestreak and Sideswipe."

"Hound and Smokescreen."

The players continued to be picked until only First Aid and Suntreaker were left. Shadow mentally cringed, knowing she was going to get Sunstreaker.

"Your turn, Optimus."

"I pick First Aid," Optimus's voice boomed as he smirked under his battle mask.

"..Sunstreaker," Shadow forced out with a shiver. "You get five minutes to converse with your team before we start. Go!"

Prowl instantly perked up as Shadow strode over to him. "Prowler, this is basically a battle. We need your wonderful Tactician skills," the femme whispered to the Praxian. "Make me proud."

Prowl smirked, gathering up the team as he quickly discussed their strategy.

"Ready..set.. ATTACK!" Shadow hollered, sprinting forward with the rest of her team as they shot for the Cybetronian-sized dodgeballs. Optimus's team shot forward as well, and both teams collided over the projectiles.

Shadow snagged a ball, instantly shooting towards the back as she watched Prowl for the signal. Prowl shot off to the opposite corner the femme was in, nodding at her. The rest of Shadow's team retreated with their dodgeballs as they waited for Shadow's command.

Optimus's team drew back, and started throwing balls at them in a spastic motion. Optimus himself stood in the back, weary. His sparkmate was up to something. As soon as his team ran out of their balls, Shadow grinned broadly. All of her troops were armed and ready, and her sparkmate's team was helpless.

Prowl stood up straight, his wings flaring up into a perfect "V". That was the signal the black femme had been waiting for.

"Onslaught, forward!" Shadow hollered, her entire team going forward. They all marched up, standing at the line as Optimus's team backed up.

Prowl marched forward, taking command. "Draw back!" All the arm's went back and readied for launch.

Shadow and Prowl exchanged glances, before nodding sharply.

"RELEASE!"

A wave of death hurtled through the sky, and Ironhide moved to look up at Optimus."Optimus?"

"Yes, Ironhide?"

"...We get Prowl next time."

And that's when the balls collided into the unfortante mechs helm's.

Shadow and Prowl stood proudly, watching as all of Optimus's team went down with one simple move.

"Prowl?"

"Yes, Shadow Stalker?"

"You're offically my Second In Command for every game we play."