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My little brother - Lopez/Puma - Time spent together 107
“Idiotas,” Lopez grumbled, stroking the side of Puma before crouching down to check the damage done to his shocks.
//They aren’t that bad. // Puma replied over the comms, trying to calm Lopez down.
“¿No son ese malo? ¡le funcionaron con en un árbol!” Lopez stared up at the other, trying to understand why he was defending the Reds.
//Well, yes...// Puma admitted, sinking a bit lower.
“¿Entonces porqué usted los está defendiendo?"
//Well… You tend to get rough when repairing me when mad!//
“¿Hago?”
//Yeah, you kinda do.//
“Apesadumbrado,” Lopez said, then got to work.
~~
“Huh, you know, it’s like he talks to that thing.”
~~~
Ante - Inferno - Worshiping the Queen - 117
“For the Royalty!” Inferno bellowed as he plummeted down from the sky to attack the Maximals below. Inferno grinned as they scattered beneath him, as they should, as he was the Queen’s warrior and She had trusted him with this mission, and anyone who defied him and his cause should “BURN!” He activated his flamethrower, chasing the last Maximal off further. Triumphantly, he claimed the desired device for the Queen, and was about to take off to take it back to the Colony, and to the Queen, when the infidel Maximals started shooting at him. Snarling, he took off, dodging their shots while shooting back. How dare they attack him while on a mission from The Queen?
~~~
Buggy - Waspinator/Inferno ~ 101 words
Inferno and Waspinator. An almost insanely loyal ant and the universe’s chew toy. Together, they were the air support for the Predacons on Earth. They were partners by necessity and by choice. Their arrangement wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t even close, and it hadn’t been since Terorsaur’s death, but it was good enough for them. After all, flyers fly in threes, that basic, essential fact is ingrained in the processors of all, flyer and ground-pounder alike, but what if there was not a third to be had? What if two was all there was to be had? Where does that leave them?
~~~
Kai - Prowl/Starscream - Beginnings ~ 135 words
Prowl groaned, staring into his cube as if it held the answers to all his problems, which, at this point, he couldn’t even compute an argument against. Carefully, he took a sip of the high-grade, feeling every inch of his exhaustion. What had possessed him to do such an idiotic thing? It was bad enough that he had run the obstacle course at a higher speed than was recommended, but to do it to impress a flyer? And, it wasn’t even as if he had run it once, no, he, in his idiocy, had gone four times, failing each time to catch the seeker’s optic. Cursing himself again for his idiocy, he drinks again from the cube, maybe it wouldn’t give him the answers to his problems, but maybe it would dim the memory thereof.
~~~
Cliffjumper was, by now, used to getting the rug pulled out from under him, and ending up in strange places. He was practically an old hand at that by now, but this- this just didn’t make sense. Cliffjumper kept his sight on the larger mech, radar flicking out to ensure no more come up. “Designation?” He snapped, not quite a question.
“Ohhh~ the little one has a gun,” the larger mech crooned, before his face changed from the dark Jack o’ Lantern to a red one, this one immediately started howling and activated his guns. Oh, yes. He maybe used to jumping worlds, but this place is just weird.
~~~
Starscream surged upward, screeching with anger and aiming his nullrays at the nonplussed mech in front of him. How dare he shoot him? Him! Starscream, Air Commander of the Decepticon Armada, and who was this mech, he wasn’t of a build Starscream had ever seen before… Starscream’s thoughts were interrupted by the approach of a flyer of some kind, that, on approach, transformed and landed in the larger mech’s chest. He was a deck? He had cassettes? Who the frag used cassettes anymore? The larger mech’s visor gleamed, almost as if he had heard his thoughts.
~~~
“...and then he died. He fought the Preds, took them all on, and died of energon loss, of all things. He just- he used the last of it, the last of himself to save the humans.” Rattrap stared unseeingly at the ground in front of him, before taking another swig of the high-grade in his hand. He snorted, as if he had thought of a joke, although his words didn’t match, “I suppose he really was the best of us all.” He drunk again, then glanced over at his silent companion. He shook his head once more before finishing the high-grade, then leaves the storage room, turning off the lights as he left. The stasis-bound form of an Autobot staring after him.
~~
Inferno onlined in the medbay, Ratchet hovering over him, and a strange voice ringing in his audios.
~~~
When Bumblebee arrived at the crash site, the crater was smoking faintly. He flipped out of his alt mode and pulled out his gun, while a approaching the crash site cautiously. “Designation?” he calls out in Cybertronian, voice crackling faintly.
The mech inside stirred, then pulled itself up, blue optics glowing faintly, then emitted a string of Cybertronian that would be later translated into ‘Longarm’.
~~~
Scorponok had tried to take ‘General Security’, but the teacher had personally refused to teach him.
~~~
Inferno’s mouth split in a wide grin at his Queen’s orders, “Yes, my Queen!” He bowed beaming, proud to be of a service to his new Nest. As he turned his hoverpad around to face the exit, he noticed the scowl on the scorpion-tech’s face. When he returned, he needed to have a word with the scorpion. Fighting amongst one’s colony mates was not, in any way, productive. However, for the moment, he was not letting the tech bring his mood down. The Queen had given him orders, and he would obey.
“Idiotas,” Lopez grumbled, stroking the side of Puma before crouching down to check the damage done to his shocks.
//They aren’t that bad. // Puma replied over the comms, trying to calm Lopez down.
“¿No son ese malo? ¡le funcionaron con en un árbol!” Lopez stared up at the other, trying to understand why he was defending the Reds.
//Well, yes...// Puma admitted, sinking a bit lower.
“¿Entonces porqué usted los está defendiendo?"
//Well… You tend to get rough when repairing me when mad!//
“¿Hago?”
//Yeah, you kinda do.//
“Apesadumbrado,” Lopez said, then got to work.
~~
“Huh, you know, it’s like he talks to that thing.”
~~~
Ante - Inferno - Worshiping the Queen - 117
“For the Royalty!” Inferno bellowed as he plummeted down from the sky to attack the Maximals below. Inferno grinned as they scattered beneath him, as they should, as he was the Queen’s warrior and She had trusted him with this mission, and anyone who defied him and his cause should “BURN!” He activated his flamethrower, chasing the last Maximal off further. Triumphantly, he claimed the desired device for the Queen, and was about to take off to take it back to the Colony, and to the Queen, when the infidel Maximals started shooting at him. Snarling, he took off, dodging their shots while shooting back. How dare they attack him while on a mission from The Queen?
~~~
Buggy - Waspinator/Inferno ~ 101 words
Inferno and Waspinator. An almost insanely loyal ant and the universe’s chew toy. Together, they were the air support for the Predacons on Earth. They were partners by necessity and by choice. Their arrangement wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t even close, and it hadn’t been since Terorsaur’s death, but it was good enough for them. After all, flyers fly in threes, that basic, essential fact is ingrained in the processors of all, flyer and ground-pounder alike, but what if there was not a third to be had? What if two was all there was to be had? Where does that leave them?
~~~
Kai - Prowl/Starscream - Beginnings ~ 135 words
Prowl groaned, staring into his cube as if it held the answers to all his problems, which, at this point, he couldn’t even compute an argument against. Carefully, he took a sip of the high-grade, feeling every inch of his exhaustion. What had possessed him to do such an idiotic thing? It was bad enough that he had run the obstacle course at a higher speed than was recommended, but to do it to impress a flyer? And, it wasn’t even as if he had run it once, no, he, in his idiocy, had gone four times, failing each time to catch the seeker’s optic. Cursing himself again for his idiocy, he drinks again from the cube, maybe it wouldn’t give him the answers to his problems, but maybe it would dim the memory thereof.
~~~
Cliffjumper was, by now, used to getting the rug pulled out from under him, and ending up in strange places. He was practically an old hand at that by now, but this- this just didn’t make sense. Cliffjumper kept his sight on the larger mech, radar flicking out to ensure no more come up. “Designation?” He snapped, not quite a question.
“Ohhh~ the little one has a gun,” the larger mech crooned, before his face changed from the dark Jack o’ Lantern to a red one, this one immediately started howling and activated his guns. Oh, yes. He maybe used to jumping worlds, but this place is just weird.
~~~
Starscream surged upward, screeching with anger and aiming his nullrays at the nonplussed mech in front of him. How dare he shoot him? Him! Starscream, Air Commander of the Decepticon Armada, and who was this mech, he wasn’t of a build Starscream had ever seen before… Starscream’s thoughts were interrupted by the approach of a flyer of some kind, that, on approach, transformed and landed in the larger mech’s chest. He was a deck? He had cassettes? Who the frag used cassettes anymore? The larger mech’s visor gleamed, almost as if he had heard his thoughts.
~~~
“...and then he died. He fought the Preds, took them all on, and died of energon loss, of all things. He just- he used the last of it, the last of himself to save the humans.” Rattrap stared unseeingly at the ground in front of him, before taking another swig of the high-grade in his hand. He snorted, as if he had thought of a joke, although his words didn’t match, “I suppose he really was the best of us all.” He drunk again, then glanced over at his silent companion. He shook his head once more before finishing the high-grade, then leaves the storage room, turning off the lights as he left. The stasis-bound form of an Autobot staring after him.
~~
Inferno onlined in the medbay, Ratchet hovering over him, and a strange voice ringing in his audios.
~~~
When Bumblebee arrived at the crash site, the crater was smoking faintly. He flipped out of his alt mode and pulled out his gun, while a approaching the crash site cautiously. “Designation?” he calls out in Cybertronian, voice crackling faintly.
The mech inside stirred, then pulled itself up, blue optics glowing faintly, then emitted a string of Cybertronian that would be later translated into ‘Longarm’.
~~~
Scorponok had tried to take ‘General Security’, but the teacher had personally refused to teach him.
~~~
Inferno’s mouth split in a wide grin at his Queen’s orders, “Yes, my Queen!” He bowed beaming, proud to be of a service to his new Nest. As he turned his hoverpad around to face the exit, he noticed the scowl on the scorpion-tech’s face. When he returned, he needed to have a word with the scorpion. Fighting amongst one’s colony mates was not, in any way, productive. However, for the moment, he was not letting the tech bring his mood down. The Queen had given him orders, and he would obey.