Scatterbrained!
Title: Island Visit
Rating: K
Realm: Animated
Character(s): Sari, Prowl, Jazz
Summary: Ancient people in the tropics didn’t leave much behind - the stuff that survives still sends in shock with awe and wonderment
Prompt: #6 This picture
“I always wanted to see a real live Tiki man!”
“Tiki?” Queried Prowl.
“Real life?” asked Jazz, tapping the solid chest of the armless, legless statue. “These are solid stone.”
“So? You’re metal and you’re alive.”
Prowl vented. “Faultless logic,”
“Except when it’s wrong” agreed Jazz. He knelt down to get closer to the human. “Sari -“ he began, only for her to run off.
“Oh look! Here’s another one.”
“Don’t get up just yet,” Prowl advised. “I count twenty carved faces on stone pillars in this row alone.”
The two Autobots waited at the pier for Sari to return.
Title: A defining choice
Rating: Teen
Realm: Mixmash - G1, Animated, and Bayverse
Warning: AU
Character(s): Sunstreaker, Sideswipe
Summary: What we decide may change the course of the entire galaxy.
Prompt: #5 The Wrong Decision
“Choose now whom you will eternally serve - Megatron, the undefeated champion of Kaon, who arose from these same pits! Or the untested, unproven, young Prime who was kicked out of the Autobot Elite Guard?”
The crowd rose as one, chanted, “Megatron! We choose Megatron!”
The few who remained silent or seated, were urged by their fellow members to join in the frenzied screaming. Any who whispered (or shouted) “Prime” were drowned out before the first syllable left their lips. More than a few, crying out in opposition, were punched, shoved, knifed, rendered unconscious, or deactivated by the mechs around them before they could repeat “Prime” a second time.
Sideswipe watched the energon of an Autobot Sympathizer stain his servos. Sunstreaker calmly wrenched the neck plates of another mech. ::Are we doing the right thing, bro?::
::Right? Who cares about right or wrong? I want justice, I want revenge, and following MEgatron will let us extract that justice from the corrupt:: Sunstreaker calmly crushed the spark casing of the fallen mech.
::Right, just wanted to make sure we were in agreement.:: Sideswpe turned away from the dying femme, lifted an energon-stained fist up. “Megatron!” He roared, joining the chorus of the mob.
Neither twin, hardened in the gladiator pits, batted an optic when MEgatron asked for volunteers to strafe Praxis, to oversee the eradication of the Autobot centric metropolis. Their last victim before the Seekers dropped massive Electro-magnetic pulse bombs in the city? Autobot tactician and strategist code-designation Prowl and Smokescreen.
The red hellion, the yellow psychopath, led the destruction on Tyger Pax. The Autobots got the cube off planet, but not without every single operative dying to delay them long enough for the Auto-ignition to engage, taking the All-Spark out of reach.
Megatron was displeased with their enthusiasm, if only because there remained none in the city to interrogate. And since the Autobots had managed to successfully sabotage every computer, wipe every datapad, there was no electronic trail to follow, the only course of action, was for Megatron to immediately give chase. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker followed with the bulk of the Decepticon forces.
The wet, squishy planet fell under their combined onslaught. No fleshie could trap Megatron and not pay for the outrage! At mission City, Megatron emerged victorious, holding the cube aloft while Ironhide’s spark guttered under the Twin’s destructive rampage. Ratchet had been taken out by Blackout, and Optimus died by Meagron’s sword, the instant after Samuel perished.
It had been a glorious war, and unjust treatment had been avenged. The killing of femmes and younglings never bothered those who survived their trip to Kaon’s Pits! Those who would balk at destroying the innocent, the femmes, died in combat against one, or as an example to others who entertained thoughts of bucking the system, of rebelling against the slave masters, of organizing a revolt aimed at the upper echelon.
No, the only mercy and kindness that existed in Kaon’s underground entertainment, was a quick death. Painless deactivation was optional.
Title: A Study in Dialogue
Rating: Teen
Realm: Generation 1
Warning: Language
Character(s): Bumblebee, unspecified
Note: Dark Room is the first thought that popped into my head.
Prompt: #4 Scenario: A Darkened room.
“Frag it Bee! I thought you said humans couldn’t see in the infrared!”
“They can’t - humans need light waves in what they refer to as the ‘visible light spectrum’ to see.”
“Then what are we doing in this black room? The light’s don’t even work. Bee, if this is another one of your jokes - ”
“I don’t pull pranks! That’s Sideswipe’s job.”
“Yeah, well, in case you didn’t notice, I get kinda irritated when I can’t see.”
“Did you go through all the spectrums and all the sensors? We don’t need vision to see.”
“…. Stop patronizing me! I would have gotten around to switching - what do you think this liquid is? And why are there clothespins scattered everywhere? What’s this wire stretched across the room for anyway? And”
“Congratulations, you got us trapped in the dark room.”
“I can see it’s dark.”
“The Dark Room set aside for photography and picture development. The door we walked through is the only way in and out.”
“That’s stupid. …. How long until we’re rescued?”
“No idea. Do you see any undeveloped film canisters around? It’ll keep us from being bored stiff.”
Title: Self-Appointed Task
Rating: K
Realm: Animated
Character(s): Unnamed Seeker,
Prompt: #3 A character returns a lost item to its owner.
“Hey, mister, you dropped something.”
The human cry, of a youngling, caused the Seeker to maintain his disguise for a moment longer. He didn’t need to use the runway to take off, unlike the inferior human devices, so a delay of mere moments was nothing. Besides, he was interested in what the female human found.
“Mister! You dropped something.”
Odd. The persistent cry should have at least one of the nearby adult humans stop their frantic rushing too and fro, in order to assist the child. If only to shut up the obnoxious sound.
“Mister! Do I gotta use the All-Spark Key to return your thing?”
With a start, the Seeker thought to utilize the pitiful human security cameras and examine the area round himself. It was that human female, holding a …
Wait, she was holding out something of his! He’d been looking for that piece for ages!
Trembling, transforming into mech form, the Seeker held out his hand. He could have picked her up, dared not. Where Sari Sumdac was, her Autobot Guardians were not far behind. And while injuring her, or taking the All-Spark Key would elevate him in Decepticon rank and Status, it would also send him straight into the medbay. If he survived the encounter. While the Seeker might have been a clone of Starscream, he didn’t have that mech’s pernatural luck in returning back from the dead.
“Thank you, miss.” The Seeker said, taking back the Cybermade item that was his - the one thing that seperated him from his clone breatheren. His sole unshared possession he’d lost a long time ago.
“Glad I could return it mister. Have a great day!”
The seeker watched the human Sari skip away.
Title: Enduring
Rating: K
Realm: G1 cartoon/comic
Character: Kup
Summary: Kup retells Homor’s Iliad and The Odyssey to a spellbound audience.
Prompt: #2 TASK: Write a story that ends with “.. And that was just the beginning
Kup might not have connected with the humans of earth, or their current best-sellers and in-vogue celebrities, (and he was the first to admit, keeping up with the times had never been easy - especially when one was alive before The Great Flood brought humans to the verge of extinction, being less interested in the present happened to be forgivable … sort of), but the classic literature, the stories that persisted, those he could understand and stretched himself to remember.
Kup, taking the place of The Storyteller on Cybertron’s new public square for the survivors and the new generation, decided to recount not one of his own adventures, but a tale of the organics that still resonated among the humans, two or three (he didn’t have the spark to keep exact track of the passage of time) millennia ago.
“Odysseus, a warrior of renown, went off to war. He and his men left their homes, their families, to go fight and capture a foreign city because their king asked it of them. Some say the noble wanted Helen of Troy to be his wife. Some say, he was so enraged by her dismissal of his advances, he charged forward, with all his soldiers and all his trained fighters, to wipe her city and her people off the map and out of remembrance. Getting to the disputed land was a challenge and a battle before the fight started. ..
“And after the town of Troy fell, it was time to head back home, their ships full of plunder and captives. Not one of them knew, that was just the beginning”
Title: Footsteps are easy to follow
Rating: K
Realm: Prime
Genre: General
Character(s): Miko
Summary: Bulkhead was the first adult who didn’t cast a shadow that hid Miko completely.
Prompt: #1 Admiration
Miko had never been satisfied with this life, or what the future had to offer - everyone had their own ideas for what she should be doing, and goals that she should fulfill in order to reached her potential. The adults around her never saw Miko! They saw, instead, the child they wished they had been, or a robot they could mold and shape as they willed.
So, Miko decided earth was boring, and humans dreary. In her opinion, all adults were yawn-boring, and kids her age weren’t much better, being the blank slates the parents and teachers wanted to fill with their knowledge and facts. Acting out, causing a scene, constantly being transferred from school district to school district, for ‘shaming the family’ meant Miko became the new-kid on the block.
That was better. Much better. Now, she had experiences that were soly hers, and hers alone - and if any conflicts between host parents and herself arose, she could site ‘cultural’ challenges or ‘language’ difficulties, in order to facilitate what she wanted to do most - explore the world in her own way.
Unfortunately, Miko quickly learned, that despite the different languages, the changing social expectations, there was still the same outlook on life everywhere she went - it got to a point; she recognized the spiel without needing to understand the words.
Miko continued to express herself, desiring a life of adventure. It was what she was born to do, and nothing, noone, and no rules were going to stand in her way.
Meeting the bots had been A-game! Life alongside them, was never the same - they got to travel the globe in a blink of an eye, and ever had to worry about missing a flight.
Humans? Psh, so last millennia. Being friends with the bots? The ultimate win. Miko tolerated Jack and Raf - they hung out with aliens too, so their presence was tolerable.
Of all the bots, Miko connected - personality wise - best with Bulkhead. That was pure gold! Talking with Bulk, that she could do all day. She found herself becoming best buds with Bulk, cause that Forest Green Wrecker was the first person - human or bot - she let herself look up to.
Bulkhead was the first adult Miko decided she wanted to be ‘Just Like’ when she grew up - and it was because he didn’t let anyone’s expectations impede him and refused to let his past hold him back. None of the bots had the same expectations of her and her future that the humans did. If she chose to waste time, goofing off, the bots allowed it. Encouraged it in their study of human activities - and slowly, Miko began to realize what really mattered in school and away from Bulkhead or the others.
Rating: K
Realm: Animated
Character(s): Sari, Prowl, Jazz
Summary: Ancient people in the tropics didn’t leave much behind - the stuff that survives still sends in shock with awe and wonderment
Prompt: #6 This picture
“I always wanted to see a real live Tiki man!”
“Tiki?” Queried Prowl.
“Real life?” asked Jazz, tapping the solid chest of the armless, legless statue. “These are solid stone.”
“So? You’re metal and you’re alive.”
Prowl vented. “Faultless logic,”
“Except when it’s wrong” agreed Jazz. He knelt down to get closer to the human. “Sari -“ he began, only for her to run off.
“Oh look! Here’s another one.”
“Don’t get up just yet,” Prowl advised. “I count twenty carved faces on stone pillars in this row alone.”
The two Autobots waited at the pier for Sari to return.
Title: A defining choice
Rating: Teen
Realm: Mixmash - G1, Animated, and Bayverse
Warning: AU
Character(s): Sunstreaker, Sideswipe
Summary: What we decide may change the course of the entire galaxy.
Prompt: #5 The Wrong Decision
“Choose now whom you will eternally serve - Megatron, the undefeated champion of Kaon, who arose from these same pits! Or the untested, unproven, young Prime who was kicked out of the Autobot Elite Guard?”
The crowd rose as one, chanted, “Megatron! We choose Megatron!”
The few who remained silent or seated, were urged by their fellow members to join in the frenzied screaming. Any who whispered (or shouted) “Prime” were drowned out before the first syllable left their lips. More than a few, crying out in opposition, were punched, shoved, knifed, rendered unconscious, or deactivated by the mechs around them before they could repeat “Prime” a second time.
Sideswipe watched the energon of an Autobot Sympathizer stain his servos. Sunstreaker calmly wrenched the neck plates of another mech. ::Are we doing the right thing, bro?::
::Right? Who cares about right or wrong? I want justice, I want revenge, and following MEgatron will let us extract that justice from the corrupt:: Sunstreaker calmly crushed the spark casing of the fallen mech.
::Right, just wanted to make sure we were in agreement.:: Sideswpe turned away from the dying femme, lifted an energon-stained fist up. “Megatron!” He roared, joining the chorus of the mob.
Neither twin, hardened in the gladiator pits, batted an optic when MEgatron asked for volunteers to strafe Praxis, to oversee the eradication of the Autobot centric metropolis. Their last victim before the Seekers dropped massive Electro-magnetic pulse bombs in the city? Autobot tactician and strategist code-designation Prowl and Smokescreen.
The red hellion, the yellow psychopath, led the destruction on Tyger Pax. The Autobots got the cube off planet, but not without every single operative dying to delay them long enough for the Auto-ignition to engage, taking the All-Spark out of reach.
Megatron was displeased with their enthusiasm, if only because there remained none in the city to interrogate. And since the Autobots had managed to successfully sabotage every computer, wipe every datapad, there was no electronic trail to follow, the only course of action, was for Megatron to immediately give chase. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker followed with the bulk of the Decepticon forces.
The wet, squishy planet fell under their combined onslaught. No fleshie could trap Megatron and not pay for the outrage! At mission City, Megatron emerged victorious, holding the cube aloft while Ironhide’s spark guttered under the Twin’s destructive rampage. Ratchet had been taken out by Blackout, and Optimus died by Meagron’s sword, the instant after Samuel perished.
It had been a glorious war, and unjust treatment had been avenged. The killing of femmes and younglings never bothered those who survived their trip to Kaon’s Pits! Those who would balk at destroying the innocent, the femmes, died in combat against one, or as an example to others who entertained thoughts of bucking the system, of rebelling against the slave masters, of organizing a revolt aimed at the upper echelon.
No, the only mercy and kindness that existed in Kaon’s underground entertainment, was a quick death. Painless deactivation was optional.
Title: A Study in Dialogue
Rating: Teen
Realm: Generation 1
Warning: Language
Character(s): Bumblebee, unspecified
Note: Dark Room is the first thought that popped into my head.
Prompt: #4 Scenario: A Darkened room.
“Frag it Bee! I thought you said humans couldn’t see in the infrared!”
“They can’t - humans need light waves in what they refer to as the ‘visible light spectrum’ to see.”
“Then what are we doing in this black room? The light’s don’t even work. Bee, if this is another one of your jokes - ”
“I don’t pull pranks! That’s Sideswipe’s job.”
“Yeah, well, in case you didn’t notice, I get kinda irritated when I can’t see.”
“Did you go through all the spectrums and all the sensors? We don’t need vision to see.”
“…. Stop patronizing me! I would have gotten around to switching - what do you think this liquid is? And why are there clothespins scattered everywhere? What’s this wire stretched across the room for anyway? And”
“Congratulations, you got us trapped in the dark room.”
“I can see it’s dark.”
“The Dark Room set aside for photography and picture development. The door we walked through is the only way in and out.”
“That’s stupid. …. How long until we’re rescued?”
“No idea. Do you see any undeveloped film canisters around? It’ll keep us from being bored stiff.”
Title: Self-Appointed Task
Rating: K
Realm: Animated
Character(s): Unnamed Seeker,
Prompt: #3 A character returns a lost item to its owner.
“Hey, mister, you dropped something.”
The human cry, of a youngling, caused the Seeker to maintain his disguise for a moment longer. He didn’t need to use the runway to take off, unlike the inferior human devices, so a delay of mere moments was nothing. Besides, he was interested in what the female human found.
“Mister! You dropped something.”
Odd. The persistent cry should have at least one of the nearby adult humans stop their frantic rushing too and fro, in order to assist the child. If only to shut up the obnoxious sound.
“Mister! Do I gotta use the All-Spark Key to return your thing?”
With a start, the Seeker thought to utilize the pitiful human security cameras and examine the area round himself. It was that human female, holding a …
Wait, she was holding out something of his! He’d been looking for that piece for ages!
Trembling, transforming into mech form, the Seeker held out his hand. He could have picked her up, dared not. Where Sari Sumdac was, her Autobot Guardians were not far behind. And while injuring her, or taking the All-Spark Key would elevate him in Decepticon rank and Status, it would also send him straight into the medbay. If he survived the encounter. While the Seeker might have been a clone of Starscream, he didn’t have that mech’s pernatural luck in returning back from the dead.
“Thank you, miss.” The Seeker said, taking back the Cybermade item that was his - the one thing that seperated him from his clone breatheren. His sole unshared possession he’d lost a long time ago.
“Glad I could return it mister. Have a great day!”
The seeker watched the human Sari skip away.
Title: Enduring
Rating: K
Realm: G1 cartoon/comic
Character: Kup
Summary: Kup retells Homor’s Iliad and The Odyssey to a spellbound audience.
Prompt: #2 TASK: Write a story that ends with “.. And that was just the beginning
Kup might not have connected with the humans of earth, or their current best-sellers and in-vogue celebrities, (and he was the first to admit, keeping up with the times had never been easy - especially when one was alive before The Great Flood brought humans to the verge of extinction, being less interested in the present happened to be forgivable … sort of), but the classic literature, the stories that persisted, those he could understand and stretched himself to remember.
Kup, taking the place of The Storyteller on Cybertron’s new public square for the survivors and the new generation, decided to recount not one of his own adventures, but a tale of the organics that still resonated among the humans, two or three (he didn’t have the spark to keep exact track of the passage of time) millennia ago.
“Odysseus, a warrior of renown, went off to war. He and his men left their homes, their families, to go fight and capture a foreign city because their king asked it of them. Some say the noble wanted Helen of Troy to be his wife. Some say, he was so enraged by her dismissal of his advances, he charged forward, with all his soldiers and all his trained fighters, to wipe her city and her people off the map and out of remembrance. Getting to the disputed land was a challenge and a battle before the fight started. ..
“And after the town of Troy fell, it was time to head back home, their ships full of plunder and captives. Not one of them knew, that was just the beginning”
Title: Footsteps are easy to follow
Rating: K
Realm: Prime
Genre: General
Character(s): Miko
Summary: Bulkhead was the first adult who didn’t cast a shadow that hid Miko completely.
Prompt: #1 Admiration
Miko had never been satisfied with this life, or what the future had to offer - everyone had their own ideas for what she should be doing, and goals that she should fulfill in order to reached her potential. The adults around her never saw Miko! They saw, instead, the child they wished they had been, or a robot they could mold and shape as they willed.
So, Miko decided earth was boring, and humans dreary. In her opinion, all adults were yawn-boring, and kids her age weren’t much better, being the blank slates the parents and teachers wanted to fill with their knowledge and facts. Acting out, causing a scene, constantly being transferred from school district to school district, for ‘shaming the family’ meant Miko became the new-kid on the block.
That was better. Much better. Now, she had experiences that were soly hers, and hers alone - and if any conflicts between host parents and herself arose, she could site ‘cultural’ challenges or ‘language’ difficulties, in order to facilitate what she wanted to do most - explore the world in her own way.
Unfortunately, Miko quickly learned, that despite the different languages, the changing social expectations, there was still the same outlook on life everywhere she went - it got to a point; she recognized the spiel without needing to understand the words.
Miko continued to express herself, desiring a life of adventure. It was what she was born to do, and nothing, noone, and no rules were going to stand in her way.
Meeting the bots had been A-game! Life alongside them, was never the same - they got to travel the globe in a blink of an eye, and ever had to worry about missing a flight.
Humans? Psh, so last millennia. Being friends with the bots? The ultimate win. Miko tolerated Jack and Raf - they hung out with aliens too, so their presence was tolerable.
Of all the bots, Miko connected - personality wise - best with Bulkhead. That was pure gold! Talking with Bulk, that she could do all day. She found herself becoming best buds with Bulk, cause that Forest Green Wrecker was the first person - human or bot - she let herself look up to.
Bulkhead was the first adult Miko decided she wanted to be ‘Just Like’ when she grew up - and it was because he didn’t let anyone’s expectations impede him and refused to let his past hold him back. None of the bots had the same expectations of her and her future that the humans did. If she chose to waste time, goofing off, the bots allowed it. Encouraged it in their study of human activities - and slowly, Miko began to realize what really mattered in school and away from Bulkhead or the others.