- Motto: "I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."
- Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
"AGH, NO!", Red Alert yelled in frustration as the turbofox managed to slip away from him. The security director made a futile attempt to grab him as Razr darted to the right of him, but he was just too small and too quick.
"No, no, slaggit NO!", he grumbled to himself as he stopped and turned around.
Red Alert expected to find the turbofox waiting just down the hallway like the last two times- but he wasn't. Instead Razr had continued running down the hallway. Still determined not to let the small creature get away, Red Alert ran after him.
Red Alert ran as fast as he could, though it nowhere near fast enough to catch up to the turbofox. The security director might have had a better chance in his much faster alternate mode had they not been aboard an Autobot vessel. Maybe some of the Autobots with much smaller alternate modes could traverse quickly through the corridors without problem, but most alternate forms were too big to safely make some of the sharper, narrower turns.
At some point Razr was too far ahead for Red Alert to see, but fortunately his olfactory sensors could still pick up his sent. After rounding a corner, the security director stopped in his tracks. In front of his was the docking tube that led to the Guardian.
"You're taking me to the Guardian?", Red Alert asked rhetorically, "But why?"
Red Alerts processors worked overtime as he contemplated where Razr was leading him. He thought back to the missing shuttle, Wheeljack's lies, tamped sensor readings, the Ark-19 leaving and launching an escape pod, Prowl's lies, the "unintentional" orbital bounce, the turbofox leading him around right now.....
"Dear Primus,", Red Alert said as he came to a conclusion, "This is what Prowl wanted all along, isn't it? Everthing on the Ark-22 has just been a distraction to give him time to prepare. And now he's leading me right onto his own ship, his territory on his terms."
Red Alert felt a fool that he hadn't realized it until now. He had been running around for the past cycle trying to find answers, suspicious of some of his own friends like Bluestreak and Inferno. He had run himself ragged, and now he was most likely heading into a trap of Prowl's own design. Of course, Red Alert had to admit that the military strategist's logic was sound. Red Alert's had never been on the Guardian before. As opposed to the Ark 19 where he'd been stationed for some time and knew all of it's security systems, Red Alert would have limited access on the Protectobot's frigate.
"This is exactly what Prowl wants.", Red Alert said to himself, questioning whether to continue after Razr or not, "There may be no one I can trust over there, not even Kup or the Dinobots, if they're even still alive."
For a moment Red Alert thought about turning around and going back to his quarters, come up with some plan to be better prepared. But no, he couldn't. It would take too much time, time that Prowl probably use to strengthen his own means. It may have been a trap, but Red Alert had already gone too far to turn back.
"All right, if that's the game you want to play, then I'll play. Just don't expect me to play nice.", Red Alert said to himself with purpose as he continued after Razr, into the Guardian.