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The reason the alarm (also known as her cellphone) had been carefully placed across the room was so Thayle would be forced to actually get up out of bed to turn it off. It was either that or suffer the warbling upbeat tune of The Bangles so hellishly early in the morning.
Struggling to pull her brain out of its shroud of cobwebs, Thayle rolled over and yelped when something jabbed her neck. Something pointy and ... plastic.
Thrust. She groaned as the small jet stirred and burrowed closer to her neck. With a sigh, she fumbled to untangle him from her hair despite the Seeker's sleepy protests. She never knew when any of the apartment's smaller denizens would decide her pillow-space was up for grabs in the middle of the night, but Thrust in particular seemed to lay a persistent claim to it. He was not usually the sharing type, but he could be very generous about his sharp angles and pointy appendages.
Laying the snoozing Seeker back onto her pillow, Thayle fought down a
TF - Best Laid Plans"Best Laid Plans"More Like This
Red Alert wrung his hands in concern, watching as a troop of Autobot warriors vanished down the road from the Ark, a dust cloud kicking up their wake and the Aerialbots flying off overhead. Normally, such a small rescue team wouldn't be of concern to the Security Director...except that they were the fourth one to leave in the last three days.
A few days prior, a call for help from Cybertron's Autobot femme resistance force regarding some troublesome activity from Shockwave and his drone army reached the Ark, causing Ironhide, Mirage, Smokescreen and Powerglide to climb aboard Omega Supreme for a flight home to kick a little aft. Then, late last night, word reached the Autobots from Kuwait that the country's oil fields were under heavy assault from not only the Insecticons, but the Constucticons as led by Megatron, as well. Optimus Prime gathered a force consisting of Bluestreak, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Trailbreaker, Warpath, Gea
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Summary: Prowl finds out the hard way that sometimes it is better to leave sleeping friends lie.
It was early in the evening at the Ark. It was pretty quiet as Prowl walked; most of the other Autobots were either patrolling or partying in the rec-room. He arrived in his quarters and was very surprised to find Jazz sitting at his desk. Even though they stayed at the same quarters Prowl rarely saw him there. He himself was either too busy completing tasks or Jazz was doing an errand. The Saboteur was leaning back on the chair, falling into recharge from the music he was listening to. How Jazz could fall asleep with music blaring in his headphones, or even in such an uncomfortable position baffled him. But then again it WAS Jazz.
Prowl left the door open to catalogue some files. He'd only be a short while and didn't think it was necessary to close it at this moment.
The sudden noise caused files to scatter into the air. Prowl jumped in shock. He spun around to look f