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    The corridors of the Ark were all but empty; Red Alert was aware of that as he still walked on, his footsteps clanking softly. It was almost dawn, after all, and it would be two hours more before most of the Autobots would come online to take up their duties once again. In fact, even Red Alert was supposed to be recharging, but he had to sneak away without alarming Inferno. The fire-truck had made it his personal charge to make sure that Red Alert had plenty of rest, even if it meant keeping him locked in the room they shared at all hours.    Red Alert was sure that Ratchet had something to do with that. The medic had also insisted that

Damn it all, I knew it was a bad idea for me to let Sides go without me; I always have to save his aft when he gets in too deep. And with Ratch and Jazz and Blaster out of the Ark, it’s the quietest it’s ever been (aside from Wheeljack’s explosions) and I can tell it’s unnerving everyone. We’re all so used to Jazz and Blaster deafening us with their music and Ratchet spewing curses as loud as his vocalizer allows him and threatening to turn me and Sides into femmes- not the good kind neither, like Elita - no, the annoying, prissy weaklings that complain too much. Sideswipe said I’m already prissy and complain too