Mud Traps [Transformers, Shattered Glass, Constructicons, Rodimus, Megatron, and Starscream, G]
Title: Mud Traps
Author: Heslestor
Rating: G
Contents/Warnings: none
Prompt: 13. Continuity: Shattered Glass
Characters/Pairing: Constructicons!
Prompt/Premise: Building something and/or gestalt-cuddling and/or being kick-ass, possibly while cuddling.
Preferred Rating: Any!
Word count: 1,119
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're all owned by Hasbro.
Summary: Rodimus should have learned by now that if it's too good to be true, then it is.
Characters: Constructicons, Rodimus, Goldbug, Hound, Megatron and Starscream.
A/N: *shuffles* This is slightly over the word limit, but the Constructicons wanted to fill in every aspect of the prompt, and that gestalt can get chatty when they're in the mood, I don't think I did too bad. And it's fluff, I haven't written anything fluffy like in ages.
Hope it's to the prompters liking. Please feel free to leave any concrit or comment; if you liked it, didn't like or just found it meh, whatever it is, I'd like to hear others opinions.
***
An unusual amount of rain for a week straight made the surveying of the land a bit of a hassle. Just walking through a field a few times ended with the waterlogged ground churned into one giant mud pit. As it was, each Constructicon was covered in muck past their hipstruts, finding themselves stuck even in alternate mode, and quite tired from trudging through the organic wilderness all day.
Hook flopped over into the mud pit that once was a field with a contented sigh, silently declaring his desire for a break, to his gestaltmates' amusement. Spreading his limbs and sweeping them back and forth to make a rather unique dirt angel. Straying too close, a protesting Long Haul was abruptly yanked into the mud by a laughing Hook. For a while they cursed and wrestled, making the pit even bigger and making a greater mess of themselves and everything around them. The proper way to have a good time, in Hook's opinion.
Shoving Long Haul under him and perching upon his back triumphantly, Hook grinned wider at the muffled cursing from his little metal island.
"What? I heard mud's good for your plating and wanted to test the claim."
"That's for organics, Hook." Bonecrusher said.
Hook waved a hand dismissively, "technicalities. Totally unimportant."
Pausing a moment he contemplated the scene, then with a loud yell, Bonecrusher suddenly flung himself atop his brothers.
Scavenger looked down at the shrieking and flailing pile of bots fondly, tail sweeping the ground and subconsciously scanning the minerals found there for later categorization. "We're suppose to be working on collecting samples and seeing how we can develop here without negatively impacting the environment. This is not part of the assignment."
Nonchalantly edging behind Scavenger as the wrestling provided a distraction, Mixmaster took this opportunity to push him into the mud. Then promptly jumped in after with a 'tally ho!' and almighty splat.
"But we are working. See? Mud bricks, just like the natives use." Hook gestured to the hastily built collection of soggy bricks he'd assembled right then to prove his point.
He tried to stay firm but at their pouting looks, Scavenger quickly caved to their wishes. "Oh, fine, we have been working all day. A small break won't hurt."
Besides, Scavenger thought, plopping his aft in the mud and decorating the mud castle turrets Scrapper had built, this is rather amusing.
Long range sensors shutting down as they relaxed, it was far too late before they realized they had company. In a cacophony of sound, three Autobots burst from the nearby treeline, swiftly disabling the Decepticons with minor injuries, for Autobot standards anyway. Aiming his rocket launcher at them lazily, sawblade hand whirling in subtle menace, Rodimus had them at a disadvantage as Goldbug smoothly flanked their left and Hound to their right, weapons unwaveringly trained on them.
The Constructicons looked at each other and as one, raised their hands in surrender.
Rodimus strode forward with a cocky swagger, a malicious smirk crossing his face, the other two Autobots close on his heels. "This is too good to be true. An entire Decepticon gestalt, taken out by me."
Calmly stretching his tail, Scavenger tapped the hidden tripwire. Before the Autobots, who had been observing them in their typical attitude of overconfidence, could do so much as blink, the ground gave way beneath their feet. With an outraged roar, the Autobots fell through the trap door and into a modified tiger pit.
Gathering around the hole, filled with a sticky goop no bot wants on their armor instead of anything lethal, they peered down at their prisoners. Though if one were to guess from the cussing, one would think the Autobots were being tortured. Especially Hound. The Constructicons looked at each other and broke out into laughter; positive what Hound was threatening was physically impossible. And they should know, they're medics after all.
When Bonecrusher appeared, they stepped back, the bulldozer pushing a large pile of muck towards the edge of the pit.
"I love it when one of Sideswipe's plans goes without a hitch," Mixmaster chirped merrily, listening to the Autobots caterwaul.
This little ambush had taken all the guile Sideswipe had to set up, with them as the bait. Planed to take out a single Seeker, the fact they captured two was icing on the oil cake.
Hailing Megatron over secure channels, Scavenger motioned for the others to begin assembling the cage. Working quickly and efficiently, and perhaps gaining a tad too much enjoyment from the Autobots cursing at them than a proper Decepticon should, they had the cage and prisoners ready for transport, only needing Astrotrain for the ride.
With that done, they went back to building a miniature mud city, chatting amiably and blithely ignoring the raging Autobots.
Upon landing and departing Astrotrain, Megatron, much like Scavenger had earlier, tried his best to be stern and lecture the lazing, practically cuddling, Constructicons blinking at him with hazy optics within their mud fort. Covering his mouth with a hand to hide his smile, Megatron turned to investigate the curiously quiet Rodimus, noting that Starscream had no such control and was laughing openly at the display. For which he earned a ball of mud flung at him. By five sets of hands.
Before the quarrel between flyer and grounders could descend into an outright brawl, peculiar sounds diverted their attention to Rodimus. Megatron stood staring at Rodimus, who was sitting with his arms crossed, glowering at everyone in a huff.
Disentangling himself from the Constructicons, Starscream grinned, sauntering over to the prisoners. "Hmmm, sounds like the mating call of a Greater Scaup, if I'm hearing correctly."
Behind Rodimus, Goldbug snickered at the remark, earning himself a new dent in his helm as Rodimus hit him. Stupid Decepticons, Rodimus fumed silently, 'fix' my vocalizer will they? Bad as Ratchet.
Playfully jostling each other, the Constructicons quickly loaded up and secured everything in place. Then collapsed in a pile in Astrotrain's cargo bay; they had a long day and were looking forward to getting home.
Once back at base, the Constructicons puttered about their shop, each working on individual projects. Or at times casually wandering around and peeking over another shoulder. Gradually winding down from their adventurous day, absorbing the comforting sounds of humming power tools and the scent of welded metal and cleansers. By unspoken consensus, they made their way to Hook's quarters, falling into one giant heap of metal in the middle of a nest Hook made from the junk scattered about his room. A giggle, originating from an unnamed Constructicon, as plans of tormenting, ah, valiantly fighting the Autobots followed them into a deep recharge.
Author: Heslestor
Rating: G
Contents/Warnings: none
Prompt: 13. Continuity: Shattered Glass
Characters/Pairing: Constructicons!
Prompt/Premise: Building something and/or gestalt-cuddling and/or being kick-ass, possibly while cuddling.
Preferred Rating: Any!
Word count: 1,119
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're all owned by Hasbro.
Summary: Rodimus should have learned by now that if it's too good to be true, then it is.
Characters: Constructicons, Rodimus, Goldbug, Hound, Megatron and Starscream.
A/N: *shuffles* This is slightly over the word limit, but the Constructicons wanted to fill in every aspect of the prompt, and that gestalt can get chatty when they're in the mood, I don't think I did too bad. And it's fluff, I haven't written anything fluffy like in ages.
Hope it's to the prompters liking. Please feel free to leave any concrit or comment; if you liked it, didn't like or just found it meh, whatever it is, I'd like to hear others opinions.
***
An unusual amount of rain for a week straight made the surveying of the land a bit of a hassle. Just walking through a field a few times ended with the waterlogged ground churned into one giant mud pit. As it was, each Constructicon was covered in muck past their hipstruts, finding themselves stuck even in alternate mode, and quite tired from trudging through the organic wilderness all day.
Hook flopped over into the mud pit that once was a field with a contented sigh, silently declaring his desire for a break, to his gestaltmates' amusement. Spreading his limbs and sweeping them back and forth to make a rather unique dirt angel. Straying too close, a protesting Long Haul was abruptly yanked into the mud by a laughing Hook. For a while they cursed and wrestled, making the pit even bigger and making a greater mess of themselves and everything around them. The proper way to have a good time, in Hook's opinion.
Shoving Long Haul under him and perching upon his back triumphantly, Hook grinned wider at the muffled cursing from his little metal island.
"What? I heard mud's good for your plating and wanted to test the claim."
"That's for organics, Hook." Bonecrusher said.
Hook waved a hand dismissively, "technicalities. Totally unimportant."
Pausing a moment he contemplated the scene, then with a loud yell, Bonecrusher suddenly flung himself atop his brothers.
Scavenger looked down at the shrieking and flailing pile of bots fondly, tail sweeping the ground and subconsciously scanning the minerals found there for later categorization. "We're suppose to be working on collecting samples and seeing how we can develop here without negatively impacting the environment. This is not part of the assignment."
Nonchalantly edging behind Scavenger as the wrestling provided a distraction, Mixmaster took this opportunity to push him into the mud. Then promptly jumped in after with a 'tally ho!' and almighty splat.
"But we are working. See? Mud bricks, just like the natives use." Hook gestured to the hastily built collection of soggy bricks he'd assembled right then to prove his point.
He tried to stay firm but at their pouting looks, Scavenger quickly caved to their wishes. "Oh, fine, we have been working all day. A small break won't hurt."
Besides, Scavenger thought, plopping his aft in the mud and decorating the mud castle turrets Scrapper had built, this is rather amusing.
Long range sensors shutting down as they relaxed, it was far too late before they realized they had company. In a cacophony of sound, three Autobots burst from the nearby treeline, swiftly disabling the Decepticons with minor injuries, for Autobot standards anyway. Aiming his rocket launcher at them lazily, sawblade hand whirling in subtle menace, Rodimus had them at a disadvantage as Goldbug smoothly flanked their left and Hound to their right, weapons unwaveringly trained on them.
The Constructicons looked at each other and as one, raised their hands in surrender.
Rodimus strode forward with a cocky swagger, a malicious smirk crossing his face, the other two Autobots close on his heels. "This is too good to be true. An entire Decepticon gestalt, taken out by me."
Calmly stretching his tail, Scavenger tapped the hidden tripwire. Before the Autobots, who had been observing them in their typical attitude of overconfidence, could do so much as blink, the ground gave way beneath their feet. With an outraged roar, the Autobots fell through the trap door and into a modified tiger pit.
Gathering around the hole, filled with a sticky goop no bot wants on their armor instead of anything lethal, they peered down at their prisoners. Though if one were to guess from the cussing, one would think the Autobots were being tortured. Especially Hound. The Constructicons looked at each other and broke out into laughter; positive what Hound was threatening was physically impossible. And they should know, they're medics after all.
When Bonecrusher appeared, they stepped back, the bulldozer pushing a large pile of muck towards the edge of the pit.
"I love it when one of Sideswipe's plans goes without a hitch," Mixmaster chirped merrily, listening to the Autobots caterwaul.
This little ambush had taken all the guile Sideswipe had to set up, with them as the bait. Planed to take out a single Seeker, the fact they captured two was icing on the oil cake.
Hailing Megatron over secure channels, Scavenger motioned for the others to begin assembling the cage. Working quickly and efficiently, and perhaps gaining a tad too much enjoyment from the Autobots cursing at them than a proper Decepticon should, they had the cage and prisoners ready for transport, only needing Astrotrain for the ride.
With that done, they went back to building a miniature mud city, chatting amiably and blithely ignoring the raging Autobots.
Upon landing and departing Astrotrain, Megatron, much like Scavenger had earlier, tried his best to be stern and lecture the lazing, practically cuddling, Constructicons blinking at him with hazy optics within their mud fort. Covering his mouth with a hand to hide his smile, Megatron turned to investigate the curiously quiet Rodimus, noting that Starscream had no such control and was laughing openly at the display. For which he earned a ball of mud flung at him. By five sets of hands.
Before the quarrel between flyer and grounders could descend into an outright brawl, peculiar sounds diverted their attention to Rodimus. Megatron stood staring at Rodimus, who was sitting with his arms crossed, glowering at everyone in a huff.
Disentangling himself from the Constructicons, Starscream grinned, sauntering over to the prisoners. "Hmmm, sounds like the mating call of a Greater Scaup, if I'm hearing correctly."
Behind Rodimus, Goldbug snickered at the remark, earning himself a new dent in his helm as Rodimus hit him. Stupid Decepticons, Rodimus fumed silently, 'fix' my vocalizer will they? Bad as Ratchet.
Playfully jostling each other, the Constructicons quickly loaded up and secured everything in place. Then collapsed in a pile in Astrotrain's cargo bay; they had a long day and were looking forward to getting home.
Once back at base, the Constructicons puttered about their shop, each working on individual projects. Or at times casually wandering around and peeking over another shoulder. Gradually winding down from their adventurous day, absorbing the comforting sounds of humming power tools and the scent of welded metal and cleansers. By unspoken consensus, they made their way to Hook's quarters, falling into one giant heap of metal in the middle of a nest Hook made from the junk scattered about his room. A giggle, originating from an unnamed Constructicon, as plans of tormenting, ah, valiantly fighting the Autobots followed them into a deep recharge.