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The Decepticons were fools. Well, they were smart with their own planet… But on Earth, they were clueless and careless. Skittles felt like he was babysitting a bunch of giant children, most of the time. Though, he was sure this was one of the stupidest things he’d done for them yet. Delivering what was the equivalent of a drunk on koolaid elementary schooler to the enemy base.
One of the Decepticons, Soundwave, had stolen a uniform off of a dead tankman, and given it to him. He was also given one of the many cassettes that lived inside him. He was the only one who could've actually gotten into the enemy base without being caught almost immediately by Autobots.
Surely enough, when he walked in, no one bat an eye. Well, one sniper in particular gave him a bit of a skeptical glare. But there was nothing he could've done to prove that Skittles wasn't one of them. Not when Skittles was trying his best to be inoffensive.
The two finally got into one of the various computer rooms. Some idiot left the door unlocked. Skittles had no idea what they were called. He reached into his vest, and pulled out the tiny cassetticon.
"Okay, Rumble.. Do your thing. And be quick... And quiet." Skittles placed Rumble on the ground, who then transformed into his robot mode.
Rumble looked around in amazement, before remembering the task at hand. Fishing for information. He got into one of the super computer thingies, and began extracting all of the files.
Skittles focused on making sure nobody was coming. If this worked, then he would get a raise, and the Decepticons would have all sorts of information on both the Autobots, and the Tankmen. It was perfect. He just had to wait a little while longer..
And then someone came in. Skittles' heart dropped.
That someone wasn't wearing their helmet. That someone was a foot soldier, most likely. His jet black hair spiked up in a way that made Skittles think that there was no way this was a real person. He had bandages situated on his face that made him look like Darkman.
"Is eh.. Is everything alright in here?" The soldier asked, tilting his head to the side.
Skittles swallowed, and tried to block the soldier's view as best as possible, "Uh- Yeah! Yeah! Everything's fine.. Just- Uh- Just getting familiar. I'm a new recruit." He smiled.
The soldier blinked for a few moments, and then responded, "I don't think you're supposed to be in there without authorization.."
Skittles feigned a look of realization, before chuckling, "Oh- ha- My bad.." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. He hesitantly stepped out.
The soldier pushed the door shut, with a resounding "click." Shit. Rumble was now trapped.. Probably.
"So, what's your name, soldier?" He asked, reaching his hand out.
"Oh- Ehm-" Skittles panicked.. What did he say?!
"Dan- Dan. My name is Dan." He replied, shaking the soldier's hand.
"Well, nice to meetya Dan! The name's Bill!" Bill smiled.
Skittles pulled his hand away, and shoved them both into his pockets. He began to step away, only for Bill to speak up again.
"So, where ya from, kid? West, North, East, South?"
"Oh- Ehm- I'm from up North." Skittles muttered.
"Oh! North! I figured, that's where you get that accent."
"Accent? What accent? I don't have an accent.."
"You pronounce your a's weird. Oh, oh! My buddy Ted's from up North! I'm sure he'd love to meet you. C'mon! I'll introduce ya!" Bill insisted, grabbing Skittles by the arm and leading him away.
After about 15 minutes of wandering, Bill finally found Ted. He introduced Skittles to him as Dan, and the two engaged in... Lukewarm conversation at best. Eventually, Bill finally managed to get Ted to tell one of his bizzare, and insane stories. Bill snuck off, seeing as "Dan" was more focused on Ted at the moment.
Bill rushed back to the computer room, and swung the door open. Surely enough, there stood a tiny Decepticon. Well, tiny for a Cybertronian. Rumble.
"Ah shit.." He muttered beneath his breath. He ran off and pinged Optimus.
"Prime! Prime! Decepticons have infiltrated the base!"
Optimus quickly dispersed a few of his own Autobots. Jazz and Bumblebee. This caused a ruckus in the base, which let Skittles know that Rumble had been found. Without necessarily thinking, he jumped up and ran back towards the computer room. He had to get there before they opened fire or took Rumble. He held valuable information now, Skittles couldn't afford to lose it or him. Literally.
Skittles swooped Rumble into his arms, only for the little shit to transform. He dropped Rumble, and he hit the floor with a small clatter. Skittles slid down onto the floor, hissing as his knees scraped against the uneven concrete. He picked Rumble back up, shoved him in his vest and stood back up. He sprinted out of the base, thinking of nothing but getting the hell out of dodge.
Once outside, he commed Megatron. Informing him that he had gotten a hold of the intel. By the time Skittles got back to his own base, the sun was setting. He finally came to a stop near the barracks, letting Rumble free. Rumble transformed, and ran off to go find Soundwave.
Skittles sat down. He winced. He'd skinned one of his knees, it felt like. His left kneecap dully burnt. Whatever. He'd endured worse. He took out a cigarette, and lit it. He took a drag, trying to distract himself from the fact he had let some guy trick him. Now the Autobots knew that he and Rumble- Okay. Well. Not them specifically. But the Autobots knew that there had been Decepticon interference.. Which brought bad tidings for the Arrowheads, and the Decepticons. He took another drag. As the smoke journeyed out of his mouth, he tried to convince himself that his worries did exited with it.
He stood up, and made his way back to his tower. Things would be fine. Everything would be fine.