Title: Lonely Road
Rating: K+
Author: Rose0mary
Genre/Warnings: Cybertron curse
Characters: Cliffjumper, Arcee
T-Realm: Prime
Prompt #1 Image (road through forest)
Cliffjumper drove through the ground bridge. When he landed on the dirt road, he slid into reverse.
The Ground bridge had already been disengaged. “Slag it Ratchet!” Cliffjumper scanned the area of nearby Cybertrons and open comm.link channels. “I hate forests!” He snarled in lieu of a greeting after Arcee accepted the incoming call.
“Why’s that, CJ” Arcee asked stuck analyzing Death Valley and its many rushing-flood-water carved canyons for energon deposits.
“It’s too easy to loose the road.” Cliffjumper gunned his motor, not caring that an unpaved road typically meant lower speeds, due to the increased risk of damaging the vehicle’s undercarriage. “When can I go back to exploring the cities?”
“CJ, the metro areas have already been checked and cleared - there’s no reason to risk being discovered when there is nothing usable to be found.”
“Still hate the forest - all these trees and bushes that could be hiding anything.”
Title: Addictive Darkness
Rating: K+
Author: Rose0mary
Characters: Sari Sumdac, Bumblebee
T-Realm: Animated
Summary: Sugar rushes do not make one invincible.
Prompt # 2 The Dark Side Of something.
“Yum, dark chocolate.” Sari Sumdac yelled, happily diving into her bag of treats.
Bumblebee glanced away from his human friend for only an instant. When he looked back, there was a pile of candy wrappers deep enough to cover the small human. “Sari?” He asked, scanning the pile. “Where’d you go?”
Familiar laughter drew his attention. Bumblebee spun, shocked to find Sari two blocks away and one story up.
“Betch you can’t catch me!” Sari shrieked, dropping from the fire escape to the ground over ten feet down. When she landed, she took off running.
Bumblebee raced after her, trying to catch up before she could hurt herself.
Title: Hidden facets
Rating: Teens
Author: Rose0mary
Characters: Perceptor
T-Realm: Generation 1/any
Summary: Just because someone is invisible, does not mean mechs don't grasp that there is a hidden presence there.
Prompt # 3 Ghost in the shell.
Perceptor focused on the gray frame that once held Starscream’s spark. After a while, the feeling of someone watching from over his shoulders grew so intense, he had to turn and look. There was no one there to see.
Perceptor went back to his examination. Again, the feeling of being watched, intensified. When he looked behind him, he saw no one.
The third time Perceptor realized someone unseen was peering at his work, he spoke up. “Please stop hovering over my shoulders - my analysis will be shared as soon as I have a clear grasp of what I’m supposed to be looking at.”
Title: Postponing
Rating: K
Characters: Prowl, Hoist, Ratchet,
T-Realm: Generation 1
Summary: There is no stopping the inevitable.
Prompt #5 Challenge: Your chosen characters are trapped, nowhere to hide, and something wants to get in.
“Quick! Do we have anything else to barricade the doors?” Prowl demanded, scanning the barren room for anything that could help.
“No, - and why, exactly, are we hiding from Ratchet?” Hoist asked.
“He’s on a rampage, welding mechs to their berths!” Wheeljack dismissed the option of tossing the minibots outside.
“Every mech? Or just those he’s threatened to reformate?” Hoist wanted, no, needed the clarification.
“Sideswipe, Optimus, and Skyfire were the first victims.” Prowl retorted, having found nothing to impeed Ratchet’s progress.
The door shuddered under the medic’s relentless assault.
“Ratchet attacked Skyfire? We’re doomed!”
A crack appeared between the metal frame and sealed blast door. “It’s time for your regularly scheduled checkup.” Ratchet cheerfully announced to this batch of trapped mechs.
Title: Too rich for your blood?
Rating: K+
Author: Rose0mary
Genre/Warnings: Gambling
Characters: Megatron, Swindle
T-Realm: Generation 1/Prime (pre cartoons)- Any
Prompt #6 Pick a character, pick a trope(One hit is never enough), write a short fic that inverts the trope (or adds a surprise) Any Genre is acceptable.
Megatron and the lone Insecticion circled each other, waiting impatiently for an opening, for a sign of weakness.
When Megatron stumbled on the sandy floors, the Insecticon raced forward, eager to press his advantage. It fell and didn’t get back up.
Megatron stood up. “Pathetic.” He shoved his blade deep into the Insecticon’s frame. “Can’t even survive a single hit.”
Swindle happily collected his winnings from the disappointed audience. “I told you not to bet on the Campion’s opponent.”
“Insecticons never travel alone,” snarled one mech, refusing to give up his credits. “That wasn’t a real fight! A single gladiator against one Insecticon? Bah! The game was rigged, I tell you! A farce!”
Swindle laughed. “Megatron successfully wiped out a guarded Insecticon nest by his lonesome - do you really think that any number of attackers could take him out after that?” He got the winnings from the last holdouts.