18 Steps from Extinction Ch 4
Title: Of Talks and Waiting
Disclaimer: Still don't own
Challenge: 18coda (On livejournal) 14. Vivace (Italian: lively) To play a piece in a fast,lively tempo.
Rating: K
Characters/Pairings: Sam Witwicky, Bumblebee, Arcee
Warnings/Comments: Unbeta'd, Post-RoTF
Summary: Arcee and her actions make Sam ask another question that gets him some vague answers and a feeling of another lecture on the way, after they all get off the runway.
Link List: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three
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Sam's morning started out semi-normally. The normal part being his movements to avoid yet another hit and run by an autobot speeding out of the rec. room, as Mudflap, Skids, and sometimes Sideswipe had to make a hasty retreat from either Ironhide or Ratchet. The not so normal part was that instead of the three usual suspects it was all three newly repaired components of Arcee that had nearly ran him down. The small autobot was normally courteous and mindful of humans even when she was being battle zealous, so for her to do such meant either the world was ending, or Santa Claus was real and was handing out free win the war toys outside.
He was oddly partially right about the latter option. Sure there was no Santa, but more autobots about to make landfall was at least, help make the war go better here card. Even if he did have to ask why this particular group had sent Arcee into doing laps around the perimeter in impatient excitement as they waited for the group that went to fetch the new mechs to return.
"One of the mechs is a tactician named Prowl. He's one of the best and has helped turn the tide of many battles in the past."
"And this makes Arcee become a speeding projectile why?"
"Prowl has the same frame type as Arcee."
"So they're related?"
"In the loosest sense of the word, and more of an obligated loyalty and trust protocol coupled with the rarity of their frame type due to the war."
"So you guys have the robot equivalent to ethnicities that instead of by location it's by your frame?"
"Location can also be a factor as one factory might add an upgrade another factory doesn't."
"I'm going to have to get another culture lecture aren't I?"
The whirr of a few machinery parts was his answer, and after spending this much time around Bumblebee he knew that was the equivalent to a laugh at his expense.
"Two of the new arrivals will probably happily explain anything and everything if you even look interested."
He felt his horrified look was justified and the volume increase of the whirr chuckles was not appreciated considering he was still getting over his first one on one meeting with Bluestreak and that information overload still made his head twinge in phantom pain. Which he felt bad about in retrospect, because Bluestreak was nice but had the eager to please energy of a puppy on speed. So instead he attempted to ignore the yellow scout, while still being held in one of 'bee's hands and instead watched as the pink Arcee unit finished another circuit of the compound, while her blue unit took a running leap to perch on the shoulder of Sideswipe who was also watching the sky above the runway. He was about to break his ignoring act to ask where Arcee's purple unit was at only to have the unspoken question answer as he saw a quick flash and was staring into two sets of blue optics as the purple mech sat on Bumblebee's left shoulder before joining in the conversation.
"Wheeljack isn't as bad, but Perceptor could lecture until the sun collapsed. And Sunstreaker you'd probably want to avoid until he gets settled and briefed on manners."
There wasn't a need to explain or elaborate past that much. Sam had heard stories about Sunstreaker from Sideswipe, and some of the other mechs had not been as well informed or polite when they had made planet fall in regards to interacting with humans. Though it didn't stop him from feeling as excited as the group of autobots waiting near the tarmac as the large C-130 taxi to a halt and the mechs onboard began to drive out in altmodes and wonder when Ratchet dragged two of the newly landed towards medbay while the rest followed Optimus to their debriefing.
Sam felt he was probably going to have to duck and cover a bit more here.
Disclaimer: Still don't own
Challenge: 18coda (On livejournal) 14. Vivace (Italian: lively) To play a piece in a fast,lively tempo.
Rating: K
Characters/Pairings: Sam Witwicky, Bumblebee, Arcee
Warnings/Comments: Unbeta'd, Post-RoTF
Summary: Arcee and her actions make Sam ask another question that gets him some vague answers and a feeling of another lecture on the way, after they all get off the runway.
Link List: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three
=================================================
Sam's morning started out semi-normally. The normal part being his movements to avoid yet another hit and run by an autobot speeding out of the rec. room, as Mudflap, Skids, and sometimes Sideswipe had to make a hasty retreat from either Ironhide or Ratchet. The not so normal part was that instead of the three usual suspects it was all three newly repaired components of Arcee that had nearly ran him down. The small autobot was normally courteous and mindful of humans even when she was being battle zealous, so for her to do such meant either the world was ending, or Santa Claus was real and was handing out free win the war toys outside.
He was oddly partially right about the latter option. Sure there was no Santa, but more autobots about to make landfall was at least, help make the war go better here card. Even if he did have to ask why this particular group had sent Arcee into doing laps around the perimeter in impatient excitement as they waited for the group that went to fetch the new mechs to return.
"One of the mechs is a tactician named Prowl. He's one of the best and has helped turn the tide of many battles in the past."
"And this makes Arcee become a speeding projectile why?"
"Prowl has the same frame type as Arcee."
"So they're related?"
"In the loosest sense of the word, and more of an obligated loyalty and trust protocol coupled with the rarity of their frame type due to the war."
"So you guys have the robot equivalent to ethnicities that instead of by location it's by your frame?"
"Location can also be a factor as one factory might add an upgrade another factory doesn't."
"I'm going to have to get another culture lecture aren't I?"
The whirr of a few machinery parts was his answer, and after spending this much time around Bumblebee he knew that was the equivalent to a laugh at his expense.
"Two of the new arrivals will probably happily explain anything and everything if you even look interested."
He felt his horrified look was justified and the volume increase of the whirr chuckles was not appreciated considering he was still getting over his first one on one meeting with Bluestreak and that information overload still made his head twinge in phantom pain. Which he felt bad about in retrospect, because Bluestreak was nice but had the eager to please energy of a puppy on speed. So instead he attempted to ignore the yellow scout, while still being held in one of 'bee's hands and instead watched as the pink Arcee unit finished another circuit of the compound, while her blue unit took a running leap to perch on the shoulder of Sideswipe who was also watching the sky above the runway. He was about to break his ignoring act to ask where Arcee's purple unit was at only to have the unspoken question answer as he saw a quick flash and was staring into two sets of blue optics as the purple mech sat on Bumblebee's left shoulder before joining in the conversation.
"Wheeljack isn't as bad, but Perceptor could lecture until the sun collapsed. And Sunstreaker you'd probably want to avoid until he gets settled and briefed on manners."
There wasn't a need to explain or elaborate past that much. Sam had heard stories about Sunstreaker from Sideswipe, and some of the other mechs had not been as well informed or polite when they had made planet fall in regards to interacting with humans. Though it didn't stop him from feeling as excited as the group of autobots waiting near the tarmac as the large C-130 taxi to a halt and the mechs onboard began to drive out in altmodes and wonder when Ratchet dragged two of the newly landed towards medbay while the rest followed Optimus to their debriefing.
Sam felt he was probably going to have to duck and cover a bit more here.