Windows
Contains my first attempt ever to write any of the Aerialbots. I think I failed epicly. O.o And yes, the last two are directly related. XD
Someday I will do a Windows that is entirely smut. So I have determined. *sagenod* Until then, the series remains sadly smut free...
Title: Windows, pt. 4
Pairings/Characters: Hound, Ultra Magnus, Sideswipe, Ironhide/Chromia, Kup, Tracks, Sunstreaker/Air Raid (say what? O.o)
Rating: T
Setting: G1
Notes: Previous 'Windows' here.
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Prompt: Ultra Magnus / Sideswipe / flail
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Ultra Magnus rumbled from behind Sideswipe, and the red twin let out a startled yelp, jerking around in surprise. The sudden movement upset his precarious balance, and with an 'oh SLAG' and much wind milling of his arms, the red twin went tumbling over the edge. Fortunately for Sideswipe, the ground wasn't far away.
Unfortunately for Sideswipe, in his flailing about while attempting to stop his fall, he'd hit the bucket that he had carefully had set off to the side, and it had followed him down. It crashed to the ground not far away, its contents now emptied out over Sideswipe and a large swath of ground. Sideswipe looked at it for moment, then down at himself, before finally turning his attention to the large blue and white mech above, peering over the edge and clearly still waiting for a reply.
"Um, nothing?" the now partly fluorescent orange twin hazarded.
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Prompt: Sunstreaker / Air Raid / turned on
Air Raid watched with fascination as the yellow warrior let loose a fury of blows on the practice dummy, grinning as his final kick sent the metal dummy crashing into the opposite wall, no better than scrap metal now. The grin was accompanied by an almost euphoric look of triumph, and Sunstreaker simply stood staring at the scrapped practice dummy for a few moments as his vents cycled furiously before he turned to the jet.
"That is how you do it." he said. "Being quick and agile may help you in the air, but if you're going to fight hand-to-hand, you need to replace 'agile' with 'powerful'."
"I don't think I quite have your strength." Air Raid murmured, still trying to process the furious display he'd just witnessed.
"I didn't say 'strong', I said 'powerful'. They're two entirely different things." Sunstreaker said disdainfully, then stomped over to the rack and grabbed another practice dummy, which he unceremoniously shoved into place where the old scrapped one had been. "Here, I'll show you the difference." the golden twin said, and Air Raid murmured something indistinct to make it seem like he was paying attention to what was being said. In reality, he was far too caught up in watching the way the golden mech in front of him moved, the fluid grace and terrible power he wielded.
The way Sunstreaker moved was something Air Raid had first noticed on the battlefield, flying high above the melee fighters and momentarily without an opponent after sending Dirge spinning into the forest. He'd been looking for a Con on the ground that he could strafe without hurting his comrades when he'd spotted Sideswipe, facing off against two Decepticons. He'd been ready to fly by and blast at least one of the red twin's enemies when a golden whirlwind had come out of nowhere with a cackle of laughter and a sharp barb for his twin, audible even above the din of battle. Air Raid had shaken his head, muttering about crazy psychopaths, and was going to turn away - except he didn't. For some reason, he had remained, watching, until Dirge had righted himself and come blasting back up to engage him again.
After that, Air Raid had found his attention more and more often slipping to Sunstreaker when he had a moment's pause in the middle of battle. It wasn't exactly distracting, but even his brothers had begun to notice that he'd been giving Sunstreaker a hand more than anybody else. Of course, being brothers, they couldn't just let it lie, and had pestered Air Raid about it relentlessly. They'd gotten nowhere, however, until innocent Fireflight just happened to take Air Raid into the practice arenas to show him 'something' while Sunstreaker just happened to be there, sparring with Sideswipe. Air Raid had immediately focused on the golden Bot, and the next thing he'd been aware of was being pushed over, going crashing to the ground with a loud yelp, and then Fireflight standing above him smirking, quickly joined by Sideswipe, making snide remarks. The subsequent completely futile attempt to land even one hit on the red twin had left Air Raid even more humiliated and angry at Fireflight.
It has also, however, led to the unexpected offer from Sunstreaker to teach him how to actually fight, and not just dart around like an irritating gnat. The barb was at least on par with the ones Sideswipe had been tossing as Air Raid, but somehow the jet didn't mind when they came from the golden twin. Fireflight was giggling later as he recounted Air Raid's dreamy acceptance of Sunstreaker's offer to their brothers. Air Raid hadn't managed to escape the jokes and teasing for almost an hour, at which point he had to suffer through the embarrassment of having every single one of his teammates come to him individually, even Fireflight, to tell him to be careful, because they didn't want him hurt. The looks and words implied - or in Slingshot's case, outright stated - that they didn't mean physical hurt from sparring.
Regardless of it all, however, Air Raid had pressed on with the offered lessons, and now, three weeks later and on the sixth lesson, here he was. Sitting. Watching. Not learning a slagging thing and not really caring, so long as that golden mech kept moving the way he did, with that easy grin that Air Raid had never seen outside of battle.
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Prompt: Mirage / Ratchet / kick-ass
Onlining his optics, Mirage wasn't sure if he was disappointed or glad to see the orange ceiling of the Ark's med bay. He quickly leaned towards the latter, however, when Hound's face appeared in his range of vision. Even the deep ache through his circuits could not lessen his happiness at seeing his lover peering down at him.
"Good mornin'." Hound said, sounding amused.
"Good morning." Mirage replied pleasantly, then cautiously pushed himself up, waiting for a shout from Ratchet. None came, however, and Mirage soon discovered why - the medic was out cold on the berth next to him with a large patch on his shoulder and several new welds showing on his plating, still needing to be painted over. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?" Hound seemed infinitely amused at that, and Mirage gave him a puzzled look.
"The last thing I remember is being in the rec room," he said, though even as he said that, a memory tickled at the back of his processor - something about Dinobots.
"Mmm, Ratch said there'd been some damage to your short term memory circuit." Hound commented, still grinning in amusement.
"Damage...? Did the Decepticons attack?" Mirage asked with confusion.
"Oh no, nothing like that." Hound said, waving a hand dismissively.
"What then?" Mirage asked in confusion.
"Weeeell, apparently Tracks said something to the Dinobots yesterday that they didn't much like, and then took off before they could get him back for it." Hound said, and when Mirage gave him a confused look, the scout's grin widened slightly. "An' accordin' t'Grimlock, you look a bit like Tracks from th'back."
"Oh...oh Primus..." Mirage groaned as a fragment of memory asserted itself at that - a t-rex roar, followed by pain and a sensation of flying.
"Yeah. The big guy is all over himself apologizin' now, though, especially since when Ratch stepped in an' tried to tell him you weren't Tracks, Grimlock...well, he kinda tossed Ratch across the room, too." Hound said, nodding towards the unconscious medic.
"That's how he got hurt?" Mirage guessed, knowing that the Dinobots idolised both Ratchet and Wheeljack for creating them.
"Nah, he got hurt after he got up an' forcibly subdued Grimlock." Hound said with satisfaction.
"He what?" Mirage asked blankly.
"Forcibly subdued Grimlock." Hound repeated patiently, and Mirage continued to stare.
"But...even Prime has trouble taking Grimlock down!" the spy finally protested.
"Accordin' to Ratch, that's because Prime didn't, an' I quote, 'slagging build them from the ground up and know every single fragging weak spot in their entire fragging structure'." Hound said, the grin returned full force.
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Prompt: Kup / Chromia / morals
"Y'know, someday, you're gonna meet your match, girly, and I will be there laughing." Kup said grumpily as he watched the door close on the startled skid plate of the mech that had just been all but forcibly ejected.
"Trust me, Kup, there isn't a mech out there that I can't get out the door the morning after." Chromia drawled. "None of them are stubborn enough, big enough, or intelligent enough to resist me."
"You just keep telling yourself that." Kup said with amusement.
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Prompt: Ironhide / Tracks / happy
The blistering curses coming from one of the entrances to the command center startled Tracks from his boredom-induced stupor, and he jerked his attention away from the scanners he was supposed to be watching to look in the direction the curses had come from. He almost immediately wished he hadn't as Ironhide entered, giving him a broad grin and a nod, clearly pleased with himself as he continued on through the command center to the opposite door. Slung over the large red mech's shoulder, the cobalt blue femme continued to curse, glaring at Tracks as soon as he came into her range of vision.
Tracks stared after them until the sound of cursing faded, then slowly turned back to the scanners with a blank look. Then, suddenly, he shuddered and decided he didn't want to know, returning his attention to his duties with a renewed focus, hoping to block out any idle attempts of his processor to make sense of what he'd just seen.
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Someday I will do a Windows that is entirely smut. So I have determined. *sagenod* Until then, the series remains sadly smut free...
Title: Windows, pt. 4
Pairings/Characters: Hound, Ultra Magnus, Sideswipe, Ironhide/Chromia, Kup, Tracks, Sunstreaker/Air Raid (say what? O.o)
Rating: T
Setting: G1
Notes: Previous 'Windows' here.
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Prompt: Ultra Magnus / Sideswipe / flail
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Ultra Magnus rumbled from behind Sideswipe, and the red twin let out a startled yelp, jerking around in surprise. The sudden movement upset his precarious balance, and with an 'oh SLAG' and much wind milling of his arms, the red twin went tumbling over the edge. Fortunately for Sideswipe, the ground wasn't far away.
Unfortunately for Sideswipe, in his flailing about while attempting to stop his fall, he'd hit the bucket that he had carefully had set off to the side, and it had followed him down. It crashed to the ground not far away, its contents now emptied out over Sideswipe and a large swath of ground. Sideswipe looked at it for moment, then down at himself, before finally turning his attention to the large blue and white mech above, peering over the edge and clearly still waiting for a reply.
"Um, nothing?" the now partly fluorescent orange twin hazarded.
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Prompt: Sunstreaker / Air Raid / turned on
Air Raid watched with fascination as the yellow warrior let loose a fury of blows on the practice dummy, grinning as his final kick sent the metal dummy crashing into the opposite wall, no better than scrap metal now. The grin was accompanied by an almost euphoric look of triumph, and Sunstreaker simply stood staring at the scrapped practice dummy for a few moments as his vents cycled furiously before he turned to the jet.
"That is how you do it." he said. "Being quick and agile may help you in the air, but if you're going to fight hand-to-hand, you need to replace 'agile' with 'powerful'."
"I don't think I quite have your strength." Air Raid murmured, still trying to process the furious display he'd just witnessed.
"I didn't say 'strong', I said 'powerful'. They're two entirely different things." Sunstreaker said disdainfully, then stomped over to the rack and grabbed another practice dummy, which he unceremoniously shoved into place where the old scrapped one had been. "Here, I'll show you the difference." the golden twin said, and Air Raid murmured something indistinct to make it seem like he was paying attention to what was being said. In reality, he was far too caught up in watching the way the golden mech in front of him moved, the fluid grace and terrible power he wielded.
The way Sunstreaker moved was something Air Raid had first noticed on the battlefield, flying high above the melee fighters and momentarily without an opponent after sending Dirge spinning into the forest. He'd been looking for a Con on the ground that he could strafe without hurting his comrades when he'd spotted Sideswipe, facing off against two Decepticons. He'd been ready to fly by and blast at least one of the red twin's enemies when a golden whirlwind had come out of nowhere with a cackle of laughter and a sharp barb for his twin, audible even above the din of battle. Air Raid had shaken his head, muttering about crazy psychopaths, and was going to turn away - except he didn't. For some reason, he had remained, watching, until Dirge had righted himself and come blasting back up to engage him again.
After that, Air Raid had found his attention more and more often slipping to Sunstreaker when he had a moment's pause in the middle of battle. It wasn't exactly distracting, but even his brothers had begun to notice that he'd been giving Sunstreaker a hand more than anybody else. Of course, being brothers, they couldn't just let it lie, and had pestered Air Raid about it relentlessly. They'd gotten nowhere, however, until innocent Fireflight just happened to take Air Raid into the practice arenas to show him 'something' while Sunstreaker just happened to be there, sparring with Sideswipe. Air Raid had immediately focused on the golden Bot, and the next thing he'd been aware of was being pushed over, going crashing to the ground with a loud yelp, and then Fireflight standing above him smirking, quickly joined by Sideswipe, making snide remarks. The subsequent completely futile attempt to land even one hit on the red twin had left Air Raid even more humiliated and angry at Fireflight.
It has also, however, led to the unexpected offer from Sunstreaker to teach him how to actually fight, and not just dart around like an irritating gnat. The barb was at least on par with the ones Sideswipe had been tossing as Air Raid, but somehow the jet didn't mind when they came from the golden twin. Fireflight was giggling later as he recounted Air Raid's dreamy acceptance of Sunstreaker's offer to their brothers. Air Raid hadn't managed to escape the jokes and teasing for almost an hour, at which point he had to suffer through the embarrassment of having every single one of his teammates come to him individually, even Fireflight, to tell him to be careful, because they didn't want him hurt. The looks and words implied - or in Slingshot's case, outright stated - that they didn't mean physical hurt from sparring.
Regardless of it all, however, Air Raid had pressed on with the offered lessons, and now, three weeks later and on the sixth lesson, here he was. Sitting. Watching. Not learning a slagging thing and not really caring, so long as that golden mech kept moving the way he did, with that easy grin that Air Raid had never seen outside of battle.
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Prompt: Mirage / Ratchet / kick-ass
Onlining his optics, Mirage wasn't sure if he was disappointed or glad to see the orange ceiling of the Ark's med bay. He quickly leaned towards the latter, however, when Hound's face appeared in his range of vision. Even the deep ache through his circuits could not lessen his happiness at seeing his lover peering down at him.
"Good mornin'." Hound said, sounding amused.
"Good morning." Mirage replied pleasantly, then cautiously pushed himself up, waiting for a shout from Ratchet. None came, however, and Mirage soon discovered why - the medic was out cold on the berth next to him with a large patch on his shoulder and several new welds showing on his plating, still needing to be painted over. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?" Hound seemed infinitely amused at that, and Mirage gave him a puzzled look.
"The last thing I remember is being in the rec room," he said, though even as he said that, a memory tickled at the back of his processor - something about Dinobots.
"Mmm, Ratch said there'd been some damage to your short term memory circuit." Hound commented, still grinning in amusement.
"Damage...? Did the Decepticons attack?" Mirage asked with confusion.
"Oh no, nothing like that." Hound said, waving a hand dismissively.
"What then?" Mirage asked in confusion.
"Weeeell, apparently Tracks said something to the Dinobots yesterday that they didn't much like, and then took off before they could get him back for it." Hound said, and when Mirage gave him a confused look, the scout's grin widened slightly. "An' accordin' t'Grimlock, you look a bit like Tracks from th'back."
"Oh...oh Primus..." Mirage groaned as a fragment of memory asserted itself at that - a t-rex roar, followed by pain and a sensation of flying.
"Yeah. The big guy is all over himself apologizin' now, though, especially since when Ratch stepped in an' tried to tell him you weren't Tracks, Grimlock...well, he kinda tossed Ratch across the room, too." Hound said, nodding towards the unconscious medic.
"That's how he got hurt?" Mirage guessed, knowing that the Dinobots idolised both Ratchet and Wheeljack for creating them.
"Nah, he got hurt after he got up an' forcibly subdued Grimlock." Hound said with satisfaction.
"He what?" Mirage asked blankly.
"Forcibly subdued Grimlock." Hound repeated patiently, and Mirage continued to stare.
"But...even Prime has trouble taking Grimlock down!" the spy finally protested.
"Accordin' to Ratch, that's because Prime didn't, an' I quote, 'slagging build them from the ground up and know every single fragging weak spot in their entire fragging structure'." Hound said, the grin returned full force.
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Prompt: Kup / Chromia / morals
"Y'know, someday, you're gonna meet your match, girly, and I will be there laughing." Kup said grumpily as he watched the door close on the startled skid plate of the mech that had just been all but forcibly ejected.
"Trust me, Kup, there isn't a mech out there that I can't get out the door the morning after." Chromia drawled. "None of them are stubborn enough, big enough, or intelligent enough to resist me."
"You just keep telling yourself that." Kup said with amusement.
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Prompt: Ironhide / Tracks / happy
The blistering curses coming from one of the entrances to the command center startled Tracks from his boredom-induced stupor, and he jerked his attention away from the scanners he was supposed to be watching to look in the direction the curses had come from. He almost immediately wished he hadn't as Ironhide entered, giving him a broad grin and a nod, clearly pleased with himself as he continued on through the command center to the opposite door. Slung over the large red mech's shoulder, the cobalt blue femme continued to curse, glaring at Tracks as soon as he came into her range of vision.
Tracks stared after them until the sound of cursing faded, then slowly turned back to the scanners with a blank look. Then, suddenly, he shuddered and decided he didn't want to know, returning his attention to his duties with a renewed focus, hoping to block out any idle attempts of his processor to make sense of what he'd just seen.
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