Transformers: Look out

The punishments are meant to punish bad apples, not good apples. Not once good apples got punishment and with no reasons while bad apples didn't receive any. Sometimes... Bad apples give punishment to good apples.

The ark was silent today. It was a surprise because the twins would do something that would break the peace.

Prospector was glad. He could finally move supplies in order after medics, builders and others to find something scattered around on the floor of the storage.

With the help of Springer and Grapple it was easier to keep up with everything on the supplies that are missing or need to be found. He really doesn't want any inventory to be lost.

Unfortunately, Sideswap and Sunstreaker liked to hide supplies from him or pull pranks on the former decepticon. To add the fuel to the fire, Ultra Magnus doesn't trust him fully and blamed him for twins to cause chaos. Commanding at least one bot to watch him over even proving his loyalty to Autobots almost over a century.

He sighed. He was too tired to be mad over missing supplies. The rants and talks from Autobots were tiring but he was slowly being used at this. Dealing with chaotic twins was similar to dealing with Skywarp and Starscream to his honesty. Dealing with pranking twins in Ark is like dealing with two ego top seekers in Nemesis. He won't even tell the names as he was too tired with dealing other things than putting things in the right place.

Springer was moving the energon cubes and medical stuff to two different places but they were next to each other. The reason was for a medical operation needing energon. A lot sometimes.

Luckily it was the last of these things.

With Grapple, he was moving crates. It was crates that had electronics. Lucky not easy breakable. He laid down the crate and grunted. His arms felt weak and tired. But few last crates were left to finish the job that Prospector gave and was supervising that everything would go smoothly.

Prospector was typing over on a datapad and calculating while looking at the supplies. He was mumbling when he was calculating.

"1 crate has 50 energon cubes then 3 times 50 is 150. Then other crates that are left, or here, are like around 27. 27 times 50 is 1350. Today it consumed energon by the number of crew is... Uh... 30 if not include dinobots and minicons.. Dinobots take three times a day, minicons only once a day like us and even less..."

He quickly typed the calculation and the numbers.

30 used energon cubes - Transformers.

2 and half used cubes - Blaster's minicons

And.

18 used cubes - Dinobots.

Those dinobots are almost unbearable! Not only using more than the half cubes of 30 energon cubes that 30 autobots get, THEY'RE ONLY 6 OF THEM!

He clenched the datapad from the annoyance. The broken parts of the Ark and quarters are in horrible damage because of their rage. Lucky him that he isn't in charge of it or he would just blast the dinobots.

Then he reminded himself to calm down. He sighed before he calmed down. He looked at these two.

They were done. Everything was in place. It made Prospector happy a little. He huffed before he walked towards them.

These two were talking to each other not noticing him coming over them. It made them jump when he spoke.

"Thank you for helping me to sort out everything." Prospector thanked them.

Through the serious facade, there was some relief showing in his face plate. The two boys smiled at this.

"No problem, Prospector. We're here to help you to sort out." Grapple said.