gobots: escapade

Author's Note: This mini-fic is just a litte 'testing of the waters' to see if two main GoBots could shape each other's destiny in more ways than we already know. I also want to see if some of their current personalites could show at early stages in their 'careers.' I go back into their past...to their years as Guardian cadets and see what I can stew up. :)

I add more female GoBots and they are naturally mostly fliers since well, I'm an aviation fan and know more about planes than ground-hugging vehicles. The tv series focused so much on male GoBots eventhough it made it obvious there were many females as well. I want to give female GoBots more 'play' in my fics...though many are having to be made up since the series left huge blanks in all aspects of the series!

Escapade 2

With no other options but the extreme, Leader-1 did the unthinkable...for him at least. With the speed and reflexes of a jet in the making, he pressed Concordia to the wall with the full weight of his body. Taking a page out of the most romantic GoBotic entertainment production he recalled viewing, Leader-1 utilized several moves that enticed and enhanced GoBot pleasure, mentally and physically. Concordia was too stunned to muster any sort of counter-response. She went along with the flow.

After what seemed like an endless moment, Leader-1 stepped away, never once allowing his eyes to leave hers. She still wasn't moving. With a smirk of satisfaction, he backed away further. "A taste of things to come." he whispered with a wink before about facing and tearing into a full run down the corridor. He counted his turns so he could eventually backtrack...two...three...and as he rounded the fourth, he smacked straight into what seemed like a wall, only it gave way and all went crashing to the floor with a loud, very audible crash.

"Grrrrrr...get off me you oaf! Don't you look where you're running?!" Cy-Kill yelled.

Leader-1 peeled off his friend and shot a look backward before staring his friend down. "So here you are. Thanks for the backup. It was a classic!" Leader-1 shot back.

"I just made an advance on a superior officer--and a High Council member at that! If she didn't take a liking to it and opts to speak about it, I'll be thrown in the brig instead of graduating!"

"Look, are we going to spend time arguing about this and be caught for sure or are we going to get going and complete the greatest ever plan any cadet class has ever achieved?!"

Leader-1 sighed. This was not a time to argue. "Let's get going. She won't stay stunned for long and she already senses something's not right."

"Blaster's already got the other half of the plan in motion. All's set on the other team's end." Cy-Kill informed as the two cadets peeled around yet another corner. He kept looking about and not recognizing anything familiar. "Where are we going anyway?"

Leader-1, between breaths and looking around as well, wanted to smack his friend into the wall! "I thought you KNEW where we were going? You were leading!"

"You seemed so confident in your directions and stride, I thought you KNEW where we were headed! I was just a little ahead of you because I run faster than you do. I was watching you the whole time." Cy-Kill shot back.

After another moment, Leader-1 spoke. "Well, it's a corridor. It's got walls, a floor, and---"

Cy-Kill reached over and bopped his friend on the top of his head. "Brilliant observation Star Cadet! Got any more state-the-obvious remarks, hmm?!"

"Well, I don't exactly hear you coming up with anything either. Brain on empty?"

Cy-Kill found the nearest room and ducked in. Leader-1 hesitated, but followed anyway. Inside was a window and it was exactly where Cy-Kill was headed. "We can get our bearings by looking outside...see which direction we're facing and all."

"That is the FIRST suggestion you've had that might actually work!" Leader-1 exclaimed as he joined his friend peering out the window. "There...the storage depot. And over there's the Command Center docking bay. We're in the South Wing. Our rooms are northeast of here...on the other side of this building." Leader-1 continued. The building in question was longer than it was tall and sprawled out in several directions in 'wings.'

Cy-Kill shot a look at the clock on the wall. "We don't have time to cross this building on foot again. We need to get back faster."

"Only way to do that is out and fly across the campus at an angle...undetected." Leader-1 informed.

"Why do I always feel like a rat when I'm with you? Always slinking and stalking." Leader-1 muttered before following his friend by silently launching out the window and into the cool, crisp night air.

The two flew like two owls on the prowl, ducking, swooping, sweeping, and dodging security lights, guards, and other Guardian security and safety measures. Neither spoke. Both acted and reacted to each other's movements, switching the lead regularly and using hand signals to indicate a change in flight path. They landed on the ground, five stories below their rooms. It was the mode of teamwork they should've been in when running down the halls, but somehow forgot.

Leader-1 interrupted him. "Leave that to me." he whispered as he grabbed a small portion of soil from a nearby botanical display and wadded it into two loose balls. He then looked up and shot the dirtball at his room's window. It was dead center and shattered back into soil fragments upon impact. The occupant of the room...paranoid as usual, went to the window to investigate. When the form of the occupant filled the window's width, Leader-1 fired the second ball. The occupant ducked initially, then opened the window and peered out. "Leader-1, that you?" the voice at the window asked quietly.

Opening the window as far as it would go, Scooter then stepped back and gave the two much larger GoBots room to enter. They shot in quickly and closed the window once again. "Whew! That was certainly NOT how it was supposed to go! We could've been in really deep trouble!" Leader-1 replied while giving Cy-Kill a nasty stare.

"Never. Isn't it you who quotes the cadet manual hmm? Act and react. Always be prepared for the unexpected." Cy-Kill muttered as he looked at the clock. "All's in place. I'm going to my room now. Blaster should already be there...presumably in his recharge pod. Your waking system set?"

Leader-1 shrugged. Leave it to Cy-Kill to ignore the risks and dangers faced and continue on like it was nothing. "Yes. O455...five minutes before initial wake call."

Cy-Kill gave a smirk and thumbs-up. "Don't be late." he muttered before departing.

Scooter looked his friend over as Leader-1 sighed and rubbed his eyes. "What happened?"

Leader-1 sat at the foot of his recharge pod. "Everything went smoothly until the end. We nearly got lost and then Concordia showed up and...Cy-Kill disappeared, and well, it was all messed up from there. But everything is set for the morning. So in that, we were successful."

"You two were VERY lucky. I heard that four rookie cadets were busted a couple hours ago. And then a couple of senior female cadets also got busted for coming back from some party..."

"Pathfinder tripped a beam. Sparky had been clear, but returned for her. But, doubtful they'll be punished too harshly. They have exemplary records and this is our 'last' night as cadets afterall."

"You're probably right, Scoot. C'mon, lets get some rest. It's going to be a long day tomorrow and I'm only going to get a half charge as is due to the lack of time."

Concordia pondered the latest incident as she worked late night in her office preparing some documents for an upcoming intergalactic meeting. She just couldn't focus on her immediate task however. Her thoughts kept returning to a certain cadet in light grey. Pulling up the files of the two cadets, she scanned through their files...grades, skills, experience levels, future goals, recommendations, awards, and other information within. They were very vast files. These two had potential to become Guardian legends! She looked at length at one in particular. He'd shattered nearly every Guardian Academy record, earned nearly every accolade he could, and very easily could become the next 'posterboy' for the Guardians. He'd go far in the Guardian ranks and rise supersonically...if his crazy motorbike friend didn't keep him too grounded.

'What are they up to? It's obvious it's something. Every cadet class does something to go out with a 'bang.' And for such a clean and polished cadet to dirty his wings in rule breaking means it's definitely something big. The other, I'm not surprised. This is right up his tailpipe. This should be interesting to say the least...but...two can play at this game. Those two might be fox and hound...but there's also a hunter afoot.' she thought as a devious smirk crossed her lips. She shoved her work aside and pushed a button on her communications console. Another sleek female jet appeared on the other side of the screen--a dark steel grey and black frame. By Earth standards, she was a Rockwell B1-B Lancer supersonic bomber. She was also one of the Guardians' best night operatives. Her Guardian name was Dark Fire, but she preferred her nickname when among friends, Rocksie.

"Rocksie here...oh, hello Concordia! What brings a call at this...extremely early hour? Oh?! Really. Do they think they can pull the blinders over us that easily? Two star cadets? Yeah, I can guess which two. I keep hearing about two cadets in particular in the Academy update reports. One's a jet, yes? Ooooh, this should really be fun! What's his modified form? Earth-style F-15 fighter? Hmm...should be easy enough to deal with. I'll handle him personally. I know just the gal for that crazy motorbike friend of his too! We'll wait until nightfall, AFTER they're fully modified, when their guard's down and they think they've pulled off whatever it is they have in store. Thanks for the 'in' on this one! I've always wanted to prank prankers! Will get things ready on my end. Our class stands as the best prank ever attempted by cadets and I'll not see it up-ended by two bratty, spoiled cadets in this one! Want me to utilize, NiteSite?"

"Use whatever means necessary, Rocksie. Just don't be too harsh on that lil' jetbot okay? I've grown a fondness for that one and he has super potential. You'll see what I mean when you meet him. I'm sending you their files as we speak."

"Not soft...just...well...interested. A bot like that only shows up once in many generations."

Rocksie smirked at the hidden message. "Never figured you'd go for the 'younger' gens. He must be some 'bot! Can't wait to meet him! And files received." she said as she briefly scanned through the information then pulled up a couple of images of the two cadets then enlarged the image of the light grey cadet. "My, my he IS a looker isn't he?! This will be a very fun mission indeed! Rocksie out!"

As the screen dimmed...Concordia wheeled back in her chair and looked back towards the cadet barracks. 'More than you know dear friend. He's some 'bot all right...and I have a feeling he'll rise through our ranks faster than his modified form can take him!" she muttered to herself as the stars flickered their approval in the skies above.

"Cy-Kill! I didn't think you'd make it back! When you and Leader-1 missed the rendezvous point and time, I figured you'd been busted!" Blaster said as his roommate entered their room.

"Never busted. Just temporarily detained. Not me of course. Leader-1 backed himself into a corner and ran into a high-ranker. He squirmed his way out of it though. Is all set as directed?"

"Sure is! Wait til the Council and Zemon get a load of our handi-work! And the other cadets will NEVER be able to duplicate our feat!"

"Yesss...of course they won't. Now...let's get a little shut eye. Long day ahead!" Cy-Kill muttered as he smoothly slid into his recharge pod.

Two Guardian females geared up for a mission. As they boarded their solid black with red trim Command Center, another strode in, nearly tripping over the ramp.

"Sorry Rocksie! Such short notice...and getting 'those' in special order super expedited was no easy feat." Trudy said between exhales as she pointed to some very special ordinance. Trudy was nickname for her modified form...another Earth-type...a Grumman A-6 Intruder, but her Guardian name was actually much less friendly, Death Reaper.

"Help Electra get those loaded Trudy. They'll be tickled pink when we give our graduation present!" Rocksie snickered.

Electra smiled deviously. "Just let me at that cadet bike!" Electra was an Earth-style police variant of a Harley-Davidson Electra Glide motorcycle from the mid-1980's. She was also Vice Commander of the GoBotalis Security Force.

"Oh, he'll be all yours Electra! For this plan to work, we need to split those two cadets up. They work too well as a duo." Rocksie stated as the other two finished loading and all three headed for the bridge of NiteSite...a specially rigged and painted Command Center that was dedicated to Night Operations and Recon.