Windows
My attempt to get back into the groove of TF writing, since my muses have poked their heads up recently.
Title: Windows, pt. 5
Pairings/Characters: Fireflight, Perceptor/Sideswipe, Sentinel Prime, Ratchet, First Aid, Bumblebee, Omega Supreme
Rating: T
Setting: G1
Notes: Previous 'Windows' here.
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Prompt: Fireflight / Teletraan / trapped
"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of - what's beer, anyways?" Fireflight mused from where he was wedged under Teletraan's console, wings caught on sensitive wires.
"A fermented alcoholic beverage brewed from malt and flavoured with hops." an emotionless voice intoned.
"Oh. Sounds gross." Fireflight said. "I think I need a new song. Or some help. Teletraan, is anyone back yet?"
"Negative."
"Slag. Comm channels still blocked?"
"Affirmative."
"Alright, play me a new song."
"Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play -"
"Wait, what's a buffalo?"
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Prompt: Perceptor / Sideswipe / kick-ass
"Explain to me again why I'm here?" Sideswipe asked over the comm line as he lounged boredly on the steps of a university.
"Prowl was concerned that Soundwave was in the area and requested that I take back-up with me." Perceptor replied reasonably.
"So you brought me." Sideswipe said uncertainly.
"Precisely." Perceptor answered distractedly, obviously listening to the lecture inside. "Dear me, how do these humans get any of their machines to function?"
"You couldn't have brought someone else that would have been interested in theoretical human physics?" Sideswipe asked, determinedly trying to hog what he could of Perceptor's attention.
"I could have, but in all likelihood they would have gotten distracted and quite possibly missed signs that Soundwave was near." Perceptor replied reasonably. "Additionally, I prefer having you for back-up."
"Awww, you're so sweet, Percy." Sideswipe said, grinning widely.
"There wasn't anything 'sweet' about that statement." Perceptor said, sounding puzzled. "I've analyzed combat data and concluded that overall you do the most gross damage against all possible threats."
"...you picked me because I kick the most ass. And not because you'd prefer my company." Sideswipe intoned flatly.
"Would you rather I picked you because we share the same berth, and not have any regard for my own safety?" Perceptor asked mildly.
"I...suppose not." Sideswipe admitted with a grimace. Some nearby human students skittered around him nervously.
"If it helps you feel any better, your overall damage output is only higher than your brother's when someone you care about is involved, so in effect, I picked you over your brother due to our sharing a berth." Perceptor offered.
"...thanks. I think." Sideswipe said with mild confusion, trying to sort that out.
"You're welcome. Now if you could please remain silent, they are nearing the point where they are going to ask me for input, and I must think of a way to phrase my corrections in a non-insulting manner."
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Prompt: Sentinel Prime / Ratchet / on vacation
"Sir?" Ratchet waved his hand uncertainly in front of familiar dark optics.
"Yes Ratchet, what is it?" Sentinel's deep voice rumbled, though the mech himself didn't move from where he was leaning back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk, hands clasped across his waist, and optics dark.
"Ah - some of your staff have expressed some concern about you, sir." Ratchet said uncertainly. He'd been excited, at first, when the chief medical officer had sent him up to answer the worried call of Sentinel's staff, but now, remembering the mech's grin and seeing what was waiting for him, he wondered if he shouldn't have tried to escape the assignment.
"Worry-worts, the lots of them." Sentinel rumbled unconcernedly.
"So you're fine then?" Ratchet asked.
"I'm just taking a short vacation." Sentinel replied equably.
"...doesn't a vacation usually imply going somewhere, sir?" Ratchet asked warily. At that, the Prime's optics suddenly snapped on.
"Why, right you are!" he said, grinning widely. Faster than Ratchet would have thought possible, the big mech was on his feet and headed for the door. "I trust you can put this down as a vacation for my mental health."
"Wait, what?" Ratchet squawked.
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Prompt: First Aid / Sideswipe / drunk
"Hey, this is from my private stash, where did you get it?" Sideswipe asked, sniffing at the empty container.
"Groooooveh." First Aid said with a wide, sloppy grin, then raised the cube in his hand in a toast, only to over-balance and almost fall over. Sideswipe hurriedly caught him.
"I think I'm gonna need to put warning labels on the stuff when I give it out. Something along the lines of 'Warning: do not give to depressed medics, light weights, officers, or First Aid'." the red twin said with a sigh.
"Yer pretty hanshome, y'know." First Aid slurred in response, reaching up and poking Sideswipe's chin.
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Prompt: Omega Supreme / Bumblebee / sneaking
"Inquiry: reason for presence here." the booming voice startled Bumblebee, and he let out an involuntary squawk and lost his balance, falling out of his crouch and ending up sprawled across the earth. On the plus side, this gave him an excellent view of the source of the voice.
"Hi Omega." Bumblebee said with a sigh.
"Inquiry: reason for presence here." the giant mech repeatedly insistently.
"I was practicing, if you must know." Bumblebee said, getting up and attempting to brush the dirt and leaves off his back. "Jazz seems to think I'm out of practice in my stealth training, so he suggested I use you to practice on." Omega stared at Bumblebee silently for a few moments.
"Information: Omega Supreme equipped with advanced anti-stealth sensors. Special Operations Officer Jazz himself unable to approach Omega Supreme undetected." Omega said finally. Bumblebee looked back, taking a few moments to let that sit in, then began swearing, making full use of language he'd learned from the twins, Ironhide, and Ratchet as he stomped off, intending to have some words with his 'superior'.
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Title: Windows, pt. 5
Pairings/Characters: Fireflight, Perceptor/Sideswipe, Sentinel Prime, Ratchet, First Aid, Bumblebee, Omega Supreme
Rating: T
Setting: G1
Notes: Previous 'Windows' here.
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Prompt: Fireflight / Teletraan / trapped
"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of - what's beer, anyways?" Fireflight mused from where he was wedged under Teletraan's console, wings caught on sensitive wires.
"A fermented alcoholic beverage brewed from malt and flavoured with hops." an emotionless voice intoned.
"Oh. Sounds gross." Fireflight said. "I think I need a new song. Or some help. Teletraan, is anyone back yet?"
"Negative."
"Slag. Comm channels still blocked?"
"Affirmative."
"Alright, play me a new song."
"Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play -"
"Wait, what's a buffalo?"
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Prompt: Perceptor / Sideswipe / kick-ass
"Explain to me again why I'm here?" Sideswipe asked over the comm line as he lounged boredly on the steps of a university.
"Prowl was concerned that Soundwave was in the area and requested that I take back-up with me." Perceptor replied reasonably.
"So you brought me." Sideswipe said uncertainly.
"Precisely." Perceptor answered distractedly, obviously listening to the lecture inside. "Dear me, how do these humans get any of their machines to function?"
"You couldn't have brought someone else that would have been interested in theoretical human physics?" Sideswipe asked, determinedly trying to hog what he could of Perceptor's attention.
"I could have, but in all likelihood they would have gotten distracted and quite possibly missed signs that Soundwave was near." Perceptor replied reasonably. "Additionally, I prefer having you for back-up."
"Awww, you're so sweet, Percy." Sideswipe said, grinning widely.
"There wasn't anything 'sweet' about that statement." Perceptor said, sounding puzzled. "I've analyzed combat data and concluded that overall you do the most gross damage against all possible threats."
"...you picked me because I kick the most ass. And not because you'd prefer my company." Sideswipe intoned flatly.
"Would you rather I picked you because we share the same berth, and not have any regard for my own safety?" Perceptor asked mildly.
"I...suppose not." Sideswipe admitted with a grimace. Some nearby human students skittered around him nervously.
"If it helps you feel any better, your overall damage output is only higher than your brother's when someone you care about is involved, so in effect, I picked you over your brother due to our sharing a berth." Perceptor offered.
"...thanks. I think." Sideswipe said with mild confusion, trying to sort that out.
"You're welcome. Now if you could please remain silent, they are nearing the point where they are going to ask me for input, and I must think of a way to phrase my corrections in a non-insulting manner."
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Prompt: Sentinel Prime / Ratchet / on vacation
"Sir?" Ratchet waved his hand uncertainly in front of familiar dark optics.
"Yes Ratchet, what is it?" Sentinel's deep voice rumbled, though the mech himself didn't move from where he was leaning back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk, hands clasped across his waist, and optics dark.
"Ah - some of your staff have expressed some concern about you, sir." Ratchet said uncertainly. He'd been excited, at first, when the chief medical officer had sent him up to answer the worried call of Sentinel's staff, but now, remembering the mech's grin and seeing what was waiting for him, he wondered if he shouldn't have tried to escape the assignment.
"Worry-worts, the lots of them." Sentinel rumbled unconcernedly.
"So you're fine then?" Ratchet asked.
"I'm just taking a short vacation." Sentinel replied equably.
"...doesn't a vacation usually imply going somewhere, sir?" Ratchet asked warily. At that, the Prime's optics suddenly snapped on.
"Why, right you are!" he said, grinning widely. Faster than Ratchet would have thought possible, the big mech was on his feet and headed for the door. "I trust you can put this down as a vacation for my mental health."
"Wait, what?" Ratchet squawked.
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Prompt: First Aid / Sideswipe / drunk
"Hey, this is from my private stash, where did you get it?" Sideswipe asked, sniffing at the empty container.
"Groooooveh." First Aid said with a wide, sloppy grin, then raised the cube in his hand in a toast, only to over-balance and almost fall over. Sideswipe hurriedly caught him.
"I think I'm gonna need to put warning labels on the stuff when I give it out. Something along the lines of 'Warning: do not give to depressed medics, light weights, officers, or First Aid'." the red twin said with a sigh.
"Yer pretty hanshome, y'know." First Aid slurred in response, reaching up and poking Sideswipe's chin.
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Prompt: Omega Supreme / Bumblebee / sneaking
"Inquiry: reason for presence here." the booming voice startled Bumblebee, and he let out an involuntary squawk and lost his balance, falling out of his crouch and ending up sprawled across the earth. On the plus side, this gave him an excellent view of the source of the voice.
"Hi Omega." Bumblebee said with a sigh.
"Inquiry: reason for presence here." the giant mech repeatedly insistently.
"I was practicing, if you must know." Bumblebee said, getting up and attempting to brush the dirt and leaves off his back. "Jazz seems to think I'm out of practice in my stealth training, so he suggested I use you to practice on." Omega stared at Bumblebee silently for a few moments.
"Information: Omega Supreme equipped with advanced anti-stealth sensors. Special Operations Officer Jazz himself unable to approach Omega Supreme undetected." Omega said finally. Bumblebee looked back, taking a few moments to let that sit in, then began swearing, making full use of language he'd learned from the twins, Ironhide, and Ratchet as he stomped off, intending to have some words with his 'superior'.
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