Mini Fic - Tag
Title: Tag
Continuity: G1
Rating: G
Character(s): Autobot ensemble
Word Count: 676
Summary: What better way to get some recharge time than to occupy any potential pranksters with something else...
Notes: tf_speedwriting Prompt 5: Setting: a training exercise
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
The can of paint above the security room door (and Red Alerts subsequent glitch when it had ‘violently assaulted’ him) had been the last straw. If the fraggers had so much energy he would at least channel it into something productive, which would explain why he was looking over a group of fidgeting mechs currently waiting around the rec room.
“You all understand the rules?” He asked one last time, before standing aside from the door. “The game starts in ten human minutes.”
War whoops echoed through the room as mechs scrambled out of the room, new paint schemes glistening as they took off along the corridors.
:Prowl to Red, they’re off, I’ll be up in a moment.:
Slumping into the chair beside Red Alert he surveyed the monitors, easily picking out where the various groups had chosen to set themselves up.
A group of yellow mechs (Sunstreaker had refused to change colours) had holed up in the armoury. Even with the identical paintschemes he could pick out Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Smokescreen and Trailbreaker.
A strangely blue Optimus, and hadn’t that been a surprise when he had decided to join in, was in one of the abandoned hangers with Ironhide, Tracks, Grapple and Hoist.
The minibots, all of them now a uniform rust red had slunk back into the rec room and were moving tables and chairs to create a barricade.
A pale lilac Blaster had set up in a stairwell, with his altmode being so small he and his cassettes had obviously decided not to set up a permanent base of operations.
And the last group, Prowl blinked, staring at all the monitors in turn. The now silver Jazz and Hound were nowhere to be seen. Their third member he was expecting not to see, Mirage spent half his time invisible anyway, but the other two, not so much.
:All mechs, the game has begun.: Red Alerts announcement was followed by movement on several fronts.
“So, you really think this will stop em from playing pranks?” Inferno asked as he kept an optic on the base defences.
“I highly doubt it.” Ratchet chimed in on the open link from medbay, one of the other off-limit areas of the base. “The fraggers are just going to come in here with strained muscle cables and dented armour.”
“I am hoping to work off some of the energy in a constructive manner.” Prowl said before shooting Red a sideways glance, “Unless you wish to be assaulted by a bucket of pink paint again?”
The security directors shudder answered that question easily enough as he turned back to the monitors.
“Oooooh.” Prowl felt his doors twitch at Inferno's exclamation, quickly picking out the image that had caught his attention, that of the minibots successfully defending their hideout until Optimus dashed around the corner and simply lifted up the door barricade to use as a shield and the minibots scattering behind the rest of the furniture as Ironhide started shooting at them from safely behind Optimus and his new shield.
“A pity they forgot to watch their back.” Red Alert said as the monitor showing the scoring registered hits from an unseen source on all of Prime’s group. Ironhide’s cursing of special operations clearly coming through the monitors as they withdrew to wait for their own weapons to come back online after the hits.
“You know, this actually seems like fun.” Ratchet said as he leaned against the medbay door watching Sunstreaker’s group roundly cursing the cassettes as they fired blindly into the ventilation shafts, the echoing laughter from above proving that their efforts were not being successful.
“If you’d agreed to take part everybody else would have dropped out.” Wheeljack said as he joined Ratchet in laughing at the twins’ misfortunes.
Ignoring the bantering from medbay, and Red and Inferno having a low discussion Prowl allowed himself to relax, confident that he could manage at least two hours recharge without being disturbed by some prank or other while the pranksters in question wore themselves out running around the ship playing laser tag.
Continued here by request
Continuity: G1
Rating: G
Character(s): Autobot ensemble
Word Count: 676
Summary: What better way to get some recharge time than to occupy any potential pranksters with something else...
Notes: tf_speedwriting Prompt 5: Setting: a training exercise
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
The can of paint above the security room door (and Red Alerts subsequent glitch when it had ‘violently assaulted’ him) had been the last straw. If the fraggers had so much energy he would at least channel it into something productive, which would explain why he was looking over a group of fidgeting mechs currently waiting around the rec room.
“You all understand the rules?” He asked one last time, before standing aside from the door. “The game starts in ten human minutes.”
War whoops echoed through the room as mechs scrambled out of the room, new paint schemes glistening as they took off along the corridors.
:Prowl to Red, they’re off, I’ll be up in a moment.:
Slumping into the chair beside Red Alert he surveyed the monitors, easily picking out where the various groups had chosen to set themselves up.
A group of yellow mechs (Sunstreaker had refused to change colours) had holed up in the armoury. Even with the identical paintschemes he could pick out Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Smokescreen and Trailbreaker.
A strangely blue Optimus, and hadn’t that been a surprise when he had decided to join in, was in one of the abandoned hangers with Ironhide, Tracks, Grapple and Hoist.
The minibots, all of them now a uniform rust red had slunk back into the rec room and were moving tables and chairs to create a barricade.
A pale lilac Blaster had set up in a stairwell, with his altmode being so small he and his cassettes had obviously decided not to set up a permanent base of operations.
And the last group, Prowl blinked, staring at all the monitors in turn. The now silver Jazz and Hound were nowhere to be seen. Their third member he was expecting not to see, Mirage spent half his time invisible anyway, but the other two, not so much.
:All mechs, the game has begun.: Red Alerts announcement was followed by movement on several fronts.
“So, you really think this will stop em from playing pranks?” Inferno asked as he kept an optic on the base defences.
“I highly doubt it.” Ratchet chimed in on the open link from medbay, one of the other off-limit areas of the base. “The fraggers are just going to come in here with strained muscle cables and dented armour.”
“I am hoping to work off some of the energy in a constructive manner.” Prowl said before shooting Red a sideways glance, “Unless you wish to be assaulted by a bucket of pink paint again?”
The security directors shudder answered that question easily enough as he turned back to the monitors.
“Oooooh.” Prowl felt his doors twitch at Inferno's exclamation, quickly picking out the image that had caught his attention, that of the minibots successfully defending their hideout until Optimus dashed around the corner and simply lifted up the door barricade to use as a shield and the minibots scattering behind the rest of the furniture as Ironhide started shooting at them from safely behind Optimus and his new shield.
“A pity they forgot to watch their back.” Red Alert said as the monitor showing the scoring registered hits from an unseen source on all of Prime’s group. Ironhide’s cursing of special operations clearly coming through the monitors as they withdrew to wait for their own weapons to come back online after the hits.
“You know, this actually seems like fun.” Ratchet said as he leaned against the medbay door watching Sunstreaker’s group roundly cursing the cassettes as they fired blindly into the ventilation shafts, the echoing laughter from above proving that their efforts were not being successful.
“If you’d agreed to take part everybody else would have dropped out.” Wheeljack said as he joined Ratchet in laughing at the twins’ misfortunes.
Ignoring the bantering from medbay, and Red and Inferno having a low discussion Prowl allowed himself to relax, confident that he could manage at least two hours recharge without being disturbed by some prank or other while the pranksters in question wore themselves out running around the ship playing laser tag.
Continued here by request