Rules of the Ark 4/4
Really really short ending to the series.
Now I'm gonna go sleep off mah booze.
Title: Rules of the Ark
Chapter: 4/4 : There are no feathered, low flying, semi-aquatic birds in the Ark
Rating: T
Setting: G1
Pairings/Characters: Springer, Prowl, Hot Rod, Sideswipe
Summary: The crew of the Ark has spent a lot of time getting used to dealing with each other's quirks - so much so that they barely notice them anymore. Which is somewhat unfortunate for the new bots.
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"Duck!" Sideswipe yelped, and Springer frowned.
"What?" he asked, and then pain blossomed in the back of his head as he went flying forwards. He dimly heard someone yelp, and four other voices laughing, as he lost conciousness.
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"Duck!" the call came from farther down the hallway, and Springer watched as Prowl, who he'd been talking to, abruptly bent nearly double, and several Aerialbots shot over his head. The tactician straightened and kept walking and talking as if it had never happened, only pausing to give Springer an odd look when he realized the triple-changer wasn't following.
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"Duck!" a voice yelled in alarm, and Springer did so, not pausing as he continued to describe some of the things he'd seen on his flight over the Rocky Mountains to Hot Rod. The jet engines of the Aerialbots screamed over head, and once they were gone, Springer straightened, still waxing poetic, only to pause when he saw Hot Rod giving him an odd look.
"What?" he asked, defensively.
- END -
Now I'm gonna go sleep off mah booze.
Title: Rules of the Ark
Chapter: 4/4 : There are no feathered, low flying, semi-aquatic birds in the Ark
Rating: T
Setting: G1
Pairings/Characters: Springer, Prowl, Hot Rod, Sideswipe
Summary: The crew of the Ark has spent a lot of time getting used to dealing with each other's quirks - so much so that they barely notice them anymore. Which is somewhat unfortunate for the new bots.
---
"Duck!" Sideswipe yelped, and Springer frowned.
"What?" he asked, and then pain blossomed in the back of his head as he went flying forwards. He dimly heard someone yelp, and four other voices laughing, as he lost conciousness.
---
"Duck!" the call came from farther down the hallway, and Springer watched as Prowl, who he'd been talking to, abruptly bent nearly double, and several Aerialbots shot over his head. The tactician straightened and kept walking and talking as if it had never happened, only pausing to give Springer an odd look when he realized the triple-changer wasn't following.
---
"Duck!" a voice yelled in alarm, and Springer did so, not pausing as he continued to describe some of the things he'd seen on his flight over the Rocky Mountains to Hot Rod. The jet engines of the Aerialbots screamed over head, and once they were gone, Springer straightened, still waxing poetic, only to pause when he saw Hot Rod giving him an odd look.
"What?" he asked, defensively.
- END -