[G1 TF Fic] In the Bunker
Title: In the Bunker
Characters: Constructicons
Rating: G
Word Count: 300+
Summary: A brief interlude during the War; the Constructicons hunker down in an enclosed space and bicker and repair.
In the Bunker
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A dull whine filled the bunker, then the loud -thoom- of a shell hitting. It was the first one since the assault tapered off five minutes ago, and it made Scavenger startle, his shovel clacking against the raw floor. The Constructicons hadn't had time to smooth it down and plate it over in their haste to build this bunker. It was nagging at Hook. His gaze kept slipping from the problem of Mixmaster's drum to the floor.
Scrapper slapped his fingers lightly, and Hook dragged his attention back once again. A lucky blast had torn open the side of Mixmaster's drum, exposing far too many delicate components to the smoke-filled air of the battlefield. They hadn't had time to patch it before they built the bunker; they hadn't had time for anything.
The shells had been falling for hours now.
"It's almost finished," Scrapper said, touching Mixmaster's shoulder. "Hook will fix it."
"H-he always does," Mixmaster said shakily.
Long Haul raised his head to look at them, visor meeting Hook's briefly. Then he glanced down at the floor, and Hook struggled not to follow his gaze. "Ugly."
"We've built uglier," Bonecrusher rumbled. "Remember the Transfixatron?"
"I remember Scrapper saying 'tentacles were in'." Mixmaster sniggered. "Hook just kept cycling his visor up notches."
"A carwash would have been easier," Hook muttered.
"A gun emplacement!" Scavenger said brightly. "Or guns on the ends of the tentacles! I know Altovox said ranged appeal was overrated, but he did die a couple million years ago."
"Under Scrapper's knife." Bonecrusher added, cratering the floor with a casual punch.
Long Haul shoved at Bonecrusher's shoulder. "You're making it worse!"
"It can't get worse!"
"Yeah, well, I'm fragging bored, and this floor's annoying. Scavenger keeps tripping. Use your slagging blade and smooth it out!"
Bonecrusher made a rude gesture and transformed, and Hook bent his head back over the problem of Mixmaster's drum.
-End-
Characters: Constructicons
Rating: G
Word Count: 300+
Summary: A brief interlude during the War; the Constructicons hunker down in an enclosed space and bicker and repair.
In the Bunker
***
A dull whine filled the bunker, then the loud -thoom- of a shell hitting. It was the first one since the assault tapered off five minutes ago, and it made Scavenger startle, his shovel clacking against the raw floor. The Constructicons hadn't had time to smooth it down and plate it over in their haste to build this bunker. It was nagging at Hook. His gaze kept slipping from the problem of Mixmaster's drum to the floor.
Scrapper slapped his fingers lightly, and Hook dragged his attention back once again. A lucky blast had torn open the side of Mixmaster's drum, exposing far too many delicate components to the smoke-filled air of the battlefield. They hadn't had time to patch it before they built the bunker; they hadn't had time for anything.
The shells had been falling for hours now.
"It's almost finished," Scrapper said, touching Mixmaster's shoulder. "Hook will fix it."
"H-he always does," Mixmaster said shakily.
Long Haul raised his head to look at them, visor meeting Hook's briefly. Then he glanced down at the floor, and Hook struggled not to follow his gaze. "Ugly."
"We've built uglier," Bonecrusher rumbled. "Remember the Transfixatron?"
"I remember Scrapper saying 'tentacles were in'." Mixmaster sniggered. "Hook just kept cycling his visor up notches."
"A carwash would have been easier," Hook muttered.
"A gun emplacement!" Scavenger said brightly. "Or guns on the ends of the tentacles! I know Altovox said ranged appeal was overrated, but he did die a couple million years ago."
"Under Scrapper's knife." Bonecrusher added, cratering the floor with a casual punch.
Long Haul shoved at Bonecrusher's shoulder. "You're making it worse!"
"It can't get worse!"
"Yeah, well, I'm fragging bored, and this floor's annoying. Scavenger keeps tripping. Use your slagging blade and smooth it out!"
Bonecrusher made a rude gesture and transformed, and Hook bent his head back over the problem of Mixmaster's drum.
-End-