Wheee more teasers
While a couple of fics get beta-read and all that jazz, have some teasers!
"Hey, glad t'see ya online," Jazz smiled a little, relieved to see at least one of the mechs online.
"W-Who are you?"
"Autobots' Special Operations Agent," Jazz tilted his head, hoping the other mech would understand he couldn't give out his designation just like that.
"An Autobot!" The other mech tried to stand up but found himself still bound to the wall.
"Hey, calm down. Ya're all still bound ta the walls," Jazz nodded towards the other mechs laying in the ground. "So, tell me your designation an' why are ya here and I'll take care of the bonds."
"I'm Silverbolt,"
"You're a sharp one, I'll grant you that," Starscream chuckled and stopped just a step or two away from the Acura. "Let's just say I have a proposition for you. Megatron isn't fit to lead this army, and eventually it'll fall under my command. It could be convenient for you to reconsider your alliance."
"Really?" Prowl wasn't impressed, "I don't foresee your raise to power to occur anytime soon if you're careless enough to let Lord Megatron know about your plots, commander." the Acura gestured towards a small crevice behind himself just in time for Starscream to see a purple blurr disappearing.
"That son of a glitch!" Starscream pushed past the maroon Decepticon in pursuit of Ratbat and its incriminating footage.
Prowl smiled humorlessly and proceeded towards the quarters given to him, aware of Buzzsaw following him. It wasn't a surprise to him, he was well aware of the state of things among the Decepticon ranks -unlike the Autobots, who all followed Optimus Prime's every command for a greater good, among the decepticons there were few who were truly loyal to Megatron and his manifiesto. Most Decepticons were in for personal gain, or simply because they didn't fit among the Autobots. The Acura hoped his act would help to settle him among those few who could be 'trusted' enough to carry on with his plan.
"Hey, glad t'see ya online," Jazz smiled a little, relieved to see at least one of the mechs online.
"W-Who are you?"
"Autobots' Special Operations Agent," Jazz tilted his head, hoping the other mech would understand he couldn't give out his designation just like that.
"An Autobot!" The other mech tried to stand up but found himself still bound to the wall.
"Hey, calm down. Ya're all still bound ta the walls," Jazz nodded towards the other mechs laying in the ground. "So, tell me your designation an' why are ya here and I'll take care of the bonds."
"I'm Silverbolt,"
"You're a sharp one, I'll grant you that," Starscream chuckled and stopped just a step or two away from the Acura. "Let's just say I have a proposition for you. Megatron isn't fit to lead this army, and eventually it'll fall under my command. It could be convenient for you to reconsider your alliance."
"Really?" Prowl wasn't impressed, "I don't foresee your raise to power to occur anytime soon if you're careless enough to let Lord Megatron know about your plots, commander." the Acura gestured towards a small crevice behind himself just in time for Starscream to see a purple blurr disappearing.
"That son of a glitch!" Starscream pushed past the maroon Decepticon in pursuit of Ratbat and its incriminating footage.
Prowl smiled humorlessly and proceeded towards the quarters given to him, aware of Buzzsaw following him. It wasn't a surprise to him, he was well aware of the state of things among the Decepticon ranks -unlike the Autobots, who all followed Optimus Prime's every command for a greater good, among the decepticons there were few who were truly loyal to Megatron and his manifiesto. Most Decepticons were in for personal gain, or simply because they didn't fit among the Autobots. The Acura hoped his act would help to settle him among those few who could be 'trusted' enough to carry on with his plan.