Mini Fic - Exothermic Thermolysis
Title: Exothermic Thermolysis
Continuity: G1 Prewar
Rating: G
Character(s): Wheeljack
Word Count: 446
Summary: The words ‘and then it began to fizz’ will never be reassuring.
Notes: tf_speedwriting Prompt 4. Fizz, Directly follows this.
Notes 2: I do believe I'm borrowing this idea of Wheeljacks frame type being built for orbital cities from somebody - but slag if I can find it - any pointers appreciated.
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
Part 2 of Scientific Curiosity
“Creator!”
“Not now Wheeljack.” The mech didn’t even look up as the youngling bounced into the room, his optics fixed on the datascreen. “Shouldn’t you be in the laboratories?”
He had found another mech willing to look after his creation for the duration of Sentinel Prime’s ridiculous decree. Bring your creation to work indeed, Wheeljack would have been bored out of his processor after a breem of watching the datascreens and would have learnt nothing.
“Well, yes, but you see there was...” He waved his creation out with a hand, already tuning out anything else he might have had to say. He was the lab mechs problem for today.
Floating in space a quarter of a cycle later he growls, the sound lost in space, but the rippling armour plates and rapidly flashing red helm fins clearly signalling his current mood.
The youngling drifting in front of him offers a sheepish smile and an apologetic flicker of his indicators, even as the base medic finishes looking over the scorched form before gliding away, gently directing his flight with his thrusters.
:What did you do?: He asks over a wideband comm. once the medic has left. Several pings letting him know that many of the surrounding mechs are all listening in.
But then again, having a youngling blow up a large chunk of an orbital station and causing a base wide evacuation is hardly a normal occurrence.
:I wanted to see what would happen if I added something to the glowing green stuff.: Wheeljack managed to sound excited, despite having almost extinguished himself in an explosion worthy of any demolition mech.
:Glowing green stuff?: He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know. There was a reason he remained in the data archiving and analysis sector of the base. It was less likely to go up in flames. At least the positive side of being in space was that the fire only burnt for a short while until the emergency systems vented the artificial atmosphere being used to simulate planetary surfaces in the laboratory area.
:It was in one of the labs.: Wheeljack tilted his helm. :And the purple gel I found was really awesome and it dissolved when I added it to the green. And then it turned blue. Then it began to fizz.:
:It began to fizz?: One of the lab mechs chimed in on the channel with confusion, a small reaction like that shouldn’t have caused such destruction.
:Uhuh. So I added a vial of orange stuff to try and stop it...: The youngling was trying to look apologetic, but there was a strange light in his optics as he added the final part. :Then it went boom.:
Continuity: G1 Prewar
Rating: G
Character(s): Wheeljack
Word Count: 446
Summary: The words ‘and then it began to fizz’ will never be reassuring.
Notes: tf_speedwriting Prompt 4. Fizz, Directly follows this.
Notes 2: I do believe I'm borrowing this idea of Wheeljacks frame type being built for orbital cities from somebody - but slag if I can find it - any pointers appreciated.
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
Part 2 of Scientific Curiosity
“Creator!”
“Not now Wheeljack.” The mech didn’t even look up as the youngling bounced into the room, his optics fixed on the datascreen. “Shouldn’t you be in the laboratories?”
He had found another mech willing to look after his creation for the duration of Sentinel Prime’s ridiculous decree. Bring your creation to work indeed, Wheeljack would have been bored out of his processor after a breem of watching the datascreens and would have learnt nothing.
“Well, yes, but you see there was...” He waved his creation out with a hand, already tuning out anything else he might have had to say. He was the lab mechs problem for today.
Floating in space a quarter of a cycle later he growls, the sound lost in space, but the rippling armour plates and rapidly flashing red helm fins clearly signalling his current mood.
The youngling drifting in front of him offers a sheepish smile and an apologetic flicker of his indicators, even as the base medic finishes looking over the scorched form before gliding away, gently directing his flight with his thrusters.
:What did you do?: He asks over a wideband comm. once the medic has left. Several pings letting him know that many of the surrounding mechs are all listening in.
But then again, having a youngling blow up a large chunk of an orbital station and causing a base wide evacuation is hardly a normal occurrence.
:I wanted to see what would happen if I added something to the glowing green stuff.: Wheeljack managed to sound excited, despite having almost extinguished himself in an explosion worthy of any demolition mech.
:Glowing green stuff?: He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know. There was a reason he remained in the data archiving and analysis sector of the base. It was less likely to go up in flames. At least the positive side of being in space was that the fire only burnt for a short while until the emergency systems vented the artificial atmosphere being used to simulate planetary surfaces in the laboratory area.
:It was in one of the labs.: Wheeljack tilted his helm. :And the purple gel I found was really awesome and it dissolved when I added it to the green. And then it turned blue. Then it began to fizz.:
:It began to fizz?: One of the lab mechs chimed in on the channel with confusion, a small reaction like that shouldn’t have caused such destruction.
:Uhuh. So I added a vial of orange stuff to try and stop it...: The youngling was trying to look apologetic, but there was a strange light in his optics as he added the final part. :Then it went boom.: