10_random Prompt 02
Title: Whirly Gig
Author: no_pen_writer
Claim: Protectobots
10_random prompt: Alien Technology
Rating: K
Disclaimer: If I was Hasbro I wouldn't need fanfiction for my what if meanderings.
Spoilers/Warnings: Unbeta'd
Author Notes: I need a Protectobot icon one of these days Groove is artistic...in my headspace.
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The odd contraption had been brought about by Groove.
At first it had been nothing more then lengths of wire, bits of glass, and other reflective surfaces. Scraps from here and there like that piece crystal from Indonesia that was the size of the geologist’s head but had fit like a favorite child’s stone in Groove’s hand; or that piece of armor that had once been a piece of Hot Spots shoulder armor before it had been scrapped off the first time Hot Spot attempted to scramble up the side of the Volcano the Ark was next to when Inferno and Red Alert were teaching him about mountain terrain rescues. Things that all of them for some reason or another had picked up and kept in a small storage box Wheeljack had made for them. From old tools that First Aid had used during his first lessons under Ratchet before he was gifted with brand new tools when he was deemed ready to work without Ratchet hovering over him, to little battle trophies of pieces from weapons of ‘cons that Blades had claimed during some of his more harrowing scraps in battle, and to little badges and decals of the various police stations Streetwise had helped at one time or another.
Perceptor had called it a sentimental attachment brought about by their young cpu’s adapting and copying traits of the humans who outnumbered the mechs on this world, and were the ones the group spent most time with outside of battle and their usual scuffles and random tackling of their ‘older winged siblings’. Something that had confused the others on the Ark, especially when Groove began connected the random pieces together with the heavy wire and refused to tell why he was doing it. (And Hot Spot had managed to quell the others in the bond from being overly curious and pestering the cycleformer about it until he was ready to show his surprise to them.)
Which was why when Groove had shoo’d them all out of their shared living space they had stuck nearby in curiosity and anticipation, even though Blades tried to hide it by roaming the hallways and sticking close ‘because he didn’t want to have the rest of them stampeding him to get him back to the room when Groove would let them back in.’ A lie they had laughed at with Blades when he was just as eager to get in the door as the rest when Groove pantomimed the human gesture of flinging a set of doors open as the automatic door slid open in front of him.
They all stopped barely inside the common area of their living space as they gazed up at the dangling object that ran across the ceiling. Puzzled until Hot Spot had turned his helm to send a questioning look at Groove, his helm brushing one of the strings that sent a shiver through the rest of the wires. The motion causing some of the objects to spin and reflect the light in the room off the walls and other hanging objects in patterns and rainbow sheens, while other sections jangled and clicked together in such a way to make them all freeze and listen. Before Streetwise gave a cheeky grin and reaching up enough to tap two pieces of metal that had once been a rotor blade that had broken during a battle and salvaged out of Blades’ own shoulder strut. Causing the network of objects to once more move and sing.
It would be a full week before the contraption gained a second purpose to warn them when Hot Spot or First Aid were attempting to avoid recharge and take on extra shifts when they were supposed to be resting.
Author: no_pen_writer
Claim: Protectobots
10_random prompt: Alien Technology
Rating: K
Disclaimer: If I was Hasbro I wouldn't need fanfiction for my what if meanderings.
Spoilers/Warnings: Unbeta'd
Author Notes: I need a Protectobot icon one of these days Groove is artistic...in my headspace.
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The odd contraption had been brought about by Groove.
At first it had been nothing more then lengths of wire, bits of glass, and other reflective surfaces. Scraps from here and there like that piece crystal from Indonesia that was the size of the geologist’s head but had fit like a favorite child’s stone in Groove’s hand; or that piece of armor that had once been a piece of Hot Spots shoulder armor before it had been scrapped off the first time Hot Spot attempted to scramble up the side of the Volcano the Ark was next to when Inferno and Red Alert were teaching him about mountain terrain rescues. Things that all of them for some reason or another had picked up and kept in a small storage box Wheeljack had made for them. From old tools that First Aid had used during his first lessons under Ratchet before he was gifted with brand new tools when he was deemed ready to work without Ratchet hovering over him, to little battle trophies of pieces from weapons of ‘cons that Blades had claimed during some of his more harrowing scraps in battle, and to little badges and decals of the various police stations Streetwise had helped at one time or another.
Perceptor had called it a sentimental attachment brought about by their young cpu’s adapting and copying traits of the humans who outnumbered the mechs on this world, and were the ones the group spent most time with outside of battle and their usual scuffles and random tackling of their ‘older winged siblings’. Something that had confused the others on the Ark, especially when Groove began connected the random pieces together with the heavy wire and refused to tell why he was doing it. (And Hot Spot had managed to quell the others in the bond from being overly curious and pestering the cycleformer about it until he was ready to show his surprise to them.)
Which was why when Groove had shoo’d them all out of their shared living space they had stuck nearby in curiosity and anticipation, even though Blades tried to hide it by roaming the hallways and sticking close ‘because he didn’t want to have the rest of them stampeding him to get him back to the room when Groove would let them back in.’ A lie they had laughed at with Blades when he was just as eager to get in the door as the rest when Groove pantomimed the human gesture of flinging a set of doors open as the automatic door slid open in front of him.
They all stopped barely inside the common area of their living space as they gazed up at the dangling object that ran across the ceiling. Puzzled until Hot Spot had turned his helm to send a questioning look at Groove, his helm brushing one of the strings that sent a shiver through the rest of the wires. The motion causing some of the objects to spin and reflect the light in the room off the walls and other hanging objects in patterns and rainbow sheens, while other sections jangled and clicked together in such a way to make them all freeze and listen. Before Streetwise gave a cheeky grin and reaching up enough to tap two pieces of metal that had once been a rotor blade that had broken during a battle and salvaged out of Blades’ own shoulder strut. Causing the network of objects to once more move and sing.
It would be a full week before the contraption gained a second purpose to warn them when Hot Spot or First Aid were attempting to avoid recharge and take on extra shifts when they were supposed to be resting.