Nov 2nd Speedwriting prompt #6
TITLE: Once in a lifetime
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Seaspray, Bumblebee
T-VERSE: Generation 1 cartoon
TIMELINE: tag to Sea Change
SUMMARY: Moments make up our life.
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Seaspray dove into the Well of Transformation. His report would use this explanation: "The Decepticions were looking for Autobots. As a Tlalakan, they would overlook me."
Bumblebee occasionally teased Seaspray about 'falling head over heals' for Alana, but only when it was just the two of them, for which SeaSpray was thankful.
"So what was it like?" Bumblebee asked.
"Seaspray blinked. "What was what like?"
"You know,” Bumblebee tugged at one of his horns. "Being a Thalakan instead of a Transformer."
From Bumblebee’s odd behavior, Seaspray began to realize his yellow friend wasn't interested in teasing his friend about his odd friendship with Alana. "Hard to say, it didn't last all that long." Seaspray let his optics glaze over as he thought back to the sensations and impressions. "Not that different. I just felt smaller, and not myself."
"Uh hu," Bumblebee refused to leave it at that. "That's it? Nothing struck you as odd, strange, weird or alien?"
"Other than being blind to your location - not knowing if any Transformers were nearby - it felt natural. But it wasn't me."
Bumblebee gave Seaspray a playful shove. "Come on, this is me you're talking to."
"Other than feeling like I was wearing the wrong skin, it felt good to share forms as Alana." Seaspray kicked at the boulders lining the road. "It didn't last because our duties pulled us apart."
Bumblebee gave it some thought. "If you could do it all over again, would you?"
"Oh, yes!" Seaspray blurted out. "It was wonderful, being the same species as Alana - either me as a Tlalakan, or her as a female Autobot."
TITLE: Odd Visions
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Jazz, Perceptor
T-VERSE: Generation 1 cartoon
TIMELINE: tag to The God Gambit
SUMMARY: What if they'd been born on a different world?
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Passing a liquid methane pool, Jazz looked at his reflection. The silver saboteur did a double take.
His sudden stop nearly caused Perceptor to walk into him. "What? Jazz!" The scientist sputtered as he stepped into the shallow pool in an effort to keep his balance.
Jazz shuttered his optics, pointed down.
Perceptor looked.
"Fascinating. So this is what I'd look like if I had been created as a Titan and not a Transformer."
"The neon-blue head fur doesn't weird you out?" Jazz asked. "It does me."
"Hardly," drawled Perceptor. "At last the skin isn't florescent orange. That would be cruel."
"Yeah," Jazz drew his optics away from the strange sight. "I'm gonna check on the little lady that helped Cosmos. Primus help you if you mentioned this to anyone."
"Here name is Talaria" Perceptor told the retreating back of his companion. He vented, broke into a trot leaving the strange pool behind. It was useless to envision a life as an organic, much as the concept amused him.
TITLE: Deleted scene.
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Smokescreen. Bosch
T-VERSE: Generation 1 cartoon
TIMELINE: tag to The Gambler
SUMMARY: Director's cut to Gulliver’s Travels
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Bosch stepped back as Smokescreen advanced. "That wasn't supposed to happen," the alien pirate said.
"I don't care," growled the Autobot that had won and lost several fortunes in the last joor. "Fix it. Now!"
Bosch peered at the controls, trying to decipher the glyphs and symbols. Oh why hadn't he included a translation disk when it had been available? "Can I get a little breathing room? Bosch pleaded.
"Smokescreen," spoke the blue-and-white lizard creature that looked suspiciously like Silzardo - except for the coloration of his scales. "It is not our rescuer's fault we've been changed."
"But Optimus!" Smokescreen backed up, not even looking at his companions after that first awful moment. "Shrink-rays don't fundamentally alter one's species! They just shrink the victim, temporarily."
Bosch laughed. "Shrink rays? Do I look like someone who has access to current and top-of-the line technology?" He laughed some more. "What I have is canisters and cargo holds full of gasses and experimental compounds."
One of his changed companions - All Smokescreen saw was a mound of brown fur - snarled. "Experimental compounds? I demand to be fixed, immediately!"
The blue-and-white lizard stuck out his (its?) tongue. "Now, now. Have patience. The effects will wear off soon. Now, if we knew the compound name, or chemical composition,"
Bosch waved a hand at the screen that flicked in and out. "Sure, sure. I could use all the help I can get."
Smokescreen remained where he was, uncertain if his guide to the gambling moon of Monacus spoke earnestly or with sarcasm.
Fiddling a bit more with the controls, levers, dials, and buttons, Bosch gave a delighted hiss. "Ah ha! This mix should restore you back to rights!" Bosch paused, looking over his guests. "Are you sure you want to be changed back? You've not experienced life as an organic creature at all."
"We're quite sure," Optimus replied for all of them.
"Very well, then." Bosch flipped a switch and bright lights flashed, blinding everyone. When they could see again, only Bosch stood as a flesh being. The others were once again, metal-men.
TITLE: Famished
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Steeljaw and companions
T-VERSE: Unspecified (G1)
SUMMARY: Too many re-runs of 'The Lion King' can have disastrous effects.
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Steeljaw onlined his optics. He was so hungry, he was willing to bite into one of those plump black-n-white stripped creatures. Or one of the closer animals by his side.
He looked at his traveling companions. The elephant and rhino were still dozing, grass hanging out of their mouths. The two baboons, lying on the elephant's back, were out of reach.
The Autobot crouched lower, keeping low in the grass, as he made his way closer, much closer to the herd of four-legged creatures.
"What are you doing?"
Steeljaw lunged forward when Ramhorn's too loud question caused his prey to run away. The chance proved unsuccessful, for the zebras all escaped. Tail lashing at his side, Steeljaw swiped his claws at Ramhorn.
The attacked Autobot didn't flinch. His thick hide protected him from most talons, claws, and teeth. Ramhorn stared at his suddenly carnivorous friend. "If you must sustain yourself on fuel sources that aren’t energon, crystal rocks are more nourishing."
"Says the rhino that fears nothing," Steeljaw slumped, belly low to the ground.
"Rhino?" Ramhorn shook his head. "Check your readouts - I am not a rhinoceros."
"This lion knows that." Steeljaw crept towards the only visible tree in this vast savanna. "This lion has got to get some food in him."
"Lion? How hard did you hit your head earlier?" When he received no answer to his question, Ramhorn looked up. "Oh, no!" He trotted off, breaking comm silence. "Blaster! Tell me the solar converter is finally producing energon!"
Blaster looked up - just as Steeljaw pounced on what the cassette had identified as baboons. Rewind and Eject shrieked before scampering into the tree. Once safely in the branches, they looked down at their prowling friend.
Blaster stood up, picked Steeljaw up by the scruff of his neck. "Let's get some proper fuel in you before running diagnostics - you two hurt anywhere?"
Eject examined his bitten arm. "No puncture wounds," he assured their carrier.
"Good." Blaster had no trouble subduing a squirming giant metal cat. "Hold still, or you'll get fed last."
Steeljaw subsided, lapped up the offered cube. As his belly filled, he wondered why he thought meat would satisfy the gnawing pain in his tank.
TITLE: Fabulous finds
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Rumble, Frenzy
T-VERSE: Generation 1 cartoon
TIMELINE: tag to Atlantis, Arise!
SUMMARY: One mech's trash is another mechs treasure
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Rumble looked at the pile of stuff Frenzy had finished transferring from one hidden storage compartment to another forgettable room. "I thought Scavenger hoarded the oddest things imaginable."
Frenzy heard him, poked his head up. From the midst of the pile of useless odds and ends, he looked like he belongs. "Got this stuff while he wasn't guarding his collection."
"For the love of Pete, Why?" Rumble kicked at the largest bit of unrecognizable scrap.
"Cause, it's interesting." Frenzy extracted himself, stood on the hump. "Take a closer look at this."
"Hope you didn't pick up any scraplets or metalivores." Rumble climbed up not caring that his mad dash sent loose pieces tumbling to the floor. "What is that thing?"
"Like it?" Frenzy beamed. "Don't know why humans throw perfectly functioning gas masks and facial shields away."
"Like it?" Rumble took a closer look at the scaly green cloth material held aloft in Frenzy's hand. "Love it - haven't seen any Sub-Atlanican technology, gear, or equipment since their underwater base exploded."
Frenzy took a second, more detailed look at the scuba-breathing apparatus object he'd scavenged from scavenger. "Sub-Atlantican? Know what I'm thinking?"
Rumble grinned, catching the thought. "Did you find only that half of one, or is there a second one nearby?"
Soundwave, walking by, paused, backed up and looked inside the scrap-heap holding room. "Rumble, Frezny, No playing in trash."
"Ah, but boss," Rumble pouted. "We wanted to wear these exoskeletons and make an appearance in New York."
"Pranking of humans? Why?"
Frenzy grinned unrepentant. "Disguised as Sub-Atlantiains, either the humans will flee, and we can harvest as much energy as we want, without opposition, or the Autobots will evacuate their base to deal with the returned threat."
"Theory: has potential. Lacks practicality - need full suits, not partial face mask. Come."
The twins left the pile of fabulous finds, dragging the scaly-green mask and broken seawater tanks. "Can we at least practice on the Constructions?"
"Negative. Constructicons working on incendiary beams. Will destroy all broken objects, in hopes of extracting faint trace of energy in objects. Your newest acquisitions: part of inventory to be demolished."
"Can we at least show the encounter-suits to the others before they are trashed?"
"Frenzy, Rumble, may wear suits one time - and no appearing in throne room while encumbered by bogus armor."
TITLE: Premature celebration
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Devcon, Red Hot, OC's
T-VERSE: Unspecified (Any/G1/Bayverse)
WARNING: crossover with ST
SUMMARY: Just because it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and acts like a duck, does not mean it is a duck!
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Devcon, the former Imperial Peace Marshal aimed for the metal cube, just sitting there in space. "I think we found the All-Spark," he transmitted to his team.
"I don't know." Red Hot, never-the-less followed Devcon towards the black cube. "Isn't the All-Spark supposed to be ... smaller?"
Scimitar paced the undisputed leader of this five member search part. "I thought the All-Spark would have some Cybertonium metals in it. This block is mostly iron, titanium, and similar .. Odd." Scimitar scanned the powered block. "Reading a huge concentration of oxygen - and that thing is radiating heat."
"What did you expect?" Keepsake snarled over the commlines. With the object of their search so close, none of the five were focused on maintaining radio silence. "The All-Spark to be the same temperature at its surroundings?"
"Actually, yes."
"Enough chit-chat!" Snapped Devcon. "I fail to see how anyone could mistake the All Spark for anything else -- this is a manufactured object of unknown origins, is the right shape, and is floating along the last known trajectory. It must be the missing All-Spark."
"Uh, commander, I think that assumption is wrong." Roadblock interjected. "The object is changing direction - and broadcasting a transmission."
"What?" Four voices spoke in unison.
WE ARE THE BORG. YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Why, yes. I did have fun with this prompt. Why do you ask?
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Seaspray, Bumblebee
T-VERSE: Generation 1 cartoon
TIMELINE: tag to Sea Change
SUMMARY: Moments make up our life.
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Seaspray dove into the Well of Transformation. His report would use this explanation: "The Decepticions were looking for Autobots. As a Tlalakan, they would overlook me."
Bumblebee occasionally teased Seaspray about 'falling head over heals' for Alana, but only when it was just the two of them, for which SeaSpray was thankful.
"So what was it like?" Bumblebee asked.
"Seaspray blinked. "What was what like?"
"You know,” Bumblebee tugged at one of his horns. "Being a Thalakan instead of a Transformer."
From Bumblebee’s odd behavior, Seaspray began to realize his yellow friend wasn't interested in teasing his friend about his odd friendship with Alana. "Hard to say, it didn't last all that long." Seaspray let his optics glaze over as he thought back to the sensations and impressions. "Not that different. I just felt smaller, and not myself."
"Uh hu," Bumblebee refused to leave it at that. "That's it? Nothing struck you as odd, strange, weird or alien?"
"Other than being blind to your location - not knowing if any Transformers were nearby - it felt natural. But it wasn't me."
Bumblebee gave Seaspray a playful shove. "Come on, this is me you're talking to."
"Other than feeling like I was wearing the wrong skin, it felt good to share forms as Alana." Seaspray kicked at the boulders lining the road. "It didn't last because our duties pulled us apart."
Bumblebee gave it some thought. "If you could do it all over again, would you?"
"Oh, yes!" Seaspray blurted out. "It was wonderful, being the same species as Alana - either me as a Tlalakan, or her as a female Autobot."
TITLE: Odd Visions
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Jazz, Perceptor
T-VERSE: Generation 1 cartoon
TIMELINE: tag to The God Gambit
SUMMARY: What if they'd been born on a different world?
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Passing a liquid methane pool, Jazz looked at his reflection. The silver saboteur did a double take.
His sudden stop nearly caused Perceptor to walk into him. "What? Jazz!" The scientist sputtered as he stepped into the shallow pool in an effort to keep his balance.
Jazz shuttered his optics, pointed down.
Perceptor looked.
"Fascinating. So this is what I'd look like if I had been created as a Titan and not a Transformer."
"The neon-blue head fur doesn't weird you out?" Jazz asked. "It does me."
"Hardly," drawled Perceptor. "At last the skin isn't florescent orange. That would be cruel."
"Yeah," Jazz drew his optics away from the strange sight. "I'm gonna check on the little lady that helped Cosmos. Primus help you if you mentioned this to anyone."
"Here name is Talaria" Perceptor told the retreating back of his companion. He vented, broke into a trot leaving the strange pool behind. It was useless to envision a life as an organic, much as the concept amused him.
TITLE: Deleted scene.
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Smokescreen. Bosch
T-VERSE: Generation 1 cartoon
TIMELINE: tag to The Gambler
SUMMARY: Director's cut to Gulliver’s Travels
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Bosch stepped back as Smokescreen advanced. "That wasn't supposed to happen," the alien pirate said.
"I don't care," growled the Autobot that had won and lost several fortunes in the last joor. "Fix it. Now!"
Bosch peered at the controls, trying to decipher the glyphs and symbols. Oh why hadn't he included a translation disk when it had been available? "Can I get a little breathing room? Bosch pleaded.
"Smokescreen," spoke the blue-and-white lizard creature that looked suspiciously like Silzardo - except for the coloration of his scales. "It is not our rescuer's fault we've been changed."
"But Optimus!" Smokescreen backed up, not even looking at his companions after that first awful moment. "Shrink-rays don't fundamentally alter one's species! They just shrink the victim, temporarily."
Bosch laughed. "Shrink rays? Do I look like someone who has access to current and top-of-the line technology?" He laughed some more. "What I have is canisters and cargo holds full of gasses and experimental compounds."
One of his changed companions - All Smokescreen saw was a mound of brown fur - snarled. "Experimental compounds? I demand to be fixed, immediately!"
The blue-and-white lizard stuck out his (its?) tongue. "Now, now. Have patience. The effects will wear off soon. Now, if we knew the compound name, or chemical composition,"
Bosch waved a hand at the screen that flicked in and out. "Sure, sure. I could use all the help I can get."
Smokescreen remained where he was, uncertain if his guide to the gambling moon of Monacus spoke earnestly or with sarcasm.
Fiddling a bit more with the controls, levers, dials, and buttons, Bosch gave a delighted hiss. "Ah ha! This mix should restore you back to rights!" Bosch paused, looking over his guests. "Are you sure you want to be changed back? You've not experienced life as an organic creature at all."
"We're quite sure," Optimus replied for all of them.
"Very well, then." Bosch flipped a switch and bright lights flashed, blinding everyone. When they could see again, only Bosch stood as a flesh being. The others were once again, metal-men.
TITLE: Famished
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Steeljaw and companions
T-VERSE: Unspecified (G1)
SUMMARY: Too many re-runs of 'The Lion King' can have disastrous effects.
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Steeljaw onlined his optics. He was so hungry, he was willing to bite into one of those plump black-n-white stripped creatures. Or one of the closer animals by his side.
He looked at his traveling companions. The elephant and rhino were still dozing, grass hanging out of their mouths. The two baboons, lying on the elephant's back, were out of reach.
The Autobot crouched lower, keeping low in the grass, as he made his way closer, much closer to the herd of four-legged creatures.
"What are you doing?"
Steeljaw lunged forward when Ramhorn's too loud question caused his prey to run away. The chance proved unsuccessful, for the zebras all escaped. Tail lashing at his side, Steeljaw swiped his claws at Ramhorn.
The attacked Autobot didn't flinch. His thick hide protected him from most talons, claws, and teeth. Ramhorn stared at his suddenly carnivorous friend. "If you must sustain yourself on fuel sources that aren’t energon, crystal rocks are more nourishing."
"Says the rhino that fears nothing," Steeljaw slumped, belly low to the ground.
"Rhino?" Ramhorn shook his head. "Check your readouts - I am not a rhinoceros."
"This lion knows that." Steeljaw crept towards the only visible tree in this vast savanna. "This lion has got to get some food in him."
"Lion? How hard did you hit your head earlier?" When he received no answer to his question, Ramhorn looked up. "Oh, no!" He trotted off, breaking comm silence. "Blaster! Tell me the solar converter is finally producing energon!"
Blaster looked up - just as Steeljaw pounced on what the cassette had identified as baboons. Rewind and Eject shrieked before scampering into the tree. Once safely in the branches, they looked down at their prowling friend.
Blaster stood up, picked Steeljaw up by the scruff of his neck. "Let's get some proper fuel in you before running diagnostics - you two hurt anywhere?"
Eject examined his bitten arm. "No puncture wounds," he assured their carrier.
"Good." Blaster had no trouble subduing a squirming giant metal cat. "Hold still, or you'll get fed last."
Steeljaw subsided, lapped up the offered cube. As his belly filled, he wondered why he thought meat would satisfy the gnawing pain in his tank.
TITLE: Fabulous finds
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Rumble, Frenzy
T-VERSE: Generation 1 cartoon
TIMELINE: tag to Atlantis, Arise!
SUMMARY: One mech's trash is another mechs treasure
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Rumble looked at the pile of stuff Frenzy had finished transferring from one hidden storage compartment to another forgettable room. "I thought Scavenger hoarded the oddest things imaginable."
Frenzy heard him, poked his head up. From the midst of the pile of useless odds and ends, he looked like he belongs. "Got this stuff while he wasn't guarding his collection."
"For the love of Pete, Why?" Rumble kicked at the largest bit of unrecognizable scrap.
"Cause, it's interesting." Frenzy extracted himself, stood on the hump. "Take a closer look at this."
"Hope you didn't pick up any scraplets or metalivores." Rumble climbed up not caring that his mad dash sent loose pieces tumbling to the floor. "What is that thing?"
"Like it?" Frenzy beamed. "Don't know why humans throw perfectly functioning gas masks and facial shields away."
"Like it?" Rumble took a closer look at the scaly green cloth material held aloft in Frenzy's hand. "Love it - haven't seen any Sub-Atlanican technology, gear, or equipment since their underwater base exploded."
Frenzy took a second, more detailed look at the scuba-breathing apparatus object he'd scavenged from scavenger. "Sub-Atlantican? Know what I'm thinking?"
Rumble grinned, catching the thought. "Did you find only that half of one, or is there a second one nearby?"
Soundwave, walking by, paused, backed up and looked inside the scrap-heap holding room. "Rumble, Frezny, No playing in trash."
"Ah, but boss," Rumble pouted. "We wanted to wear these exoskeletons and make an appearance in New York."
"Pranking of humans? Why?"
Frenzy grinned unrepentant. "Disguised as Sub-Atlantiains, either the humans will flee, and we can harvest as much energy as we want, without opposition, or the Autobots will evacuate their base to deal with the returned threat."
"Theory: has potential. Lacks practicality - need full suits, not partial face mask. Come."
The twins left the pile of fabulous finds, dragging the scaly-green mask and broken seawater tanks. "Can we at least practice on the Constructions?"
"Negative. Constructicons working on incendiary beams. Will destroy all broken objects, in hopes of extracting faint trace of energy in objects. Your newest acquisitions: part of inventory to be demolished."
"Can we at least show the encounter-suits to the others before they are trashed?"
"Frenzy, Rumble, may wear suits one time - and no appearing in throne room while encumbered by bogus armor."
TITLE: Premature celebration
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Devcon, Red Hot, OC's
T-VERSE: Unspecified (Any/G1/Bayverse)
WARNING: crossover with ST
SUMMARY: Just because it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and acts like a duck, does not mean it is a duck!
PROMPT: 6 Scenario: A robotic character is transformed into a NON-human alien
Devcon, the former Imperial Peace Marshal aimed for the metal cube, just sitting there in space. "I think we found the All-Spark," he transmitted to his team.
"I don't know." Red Hot, never-the-less followed Devcon towards the black cube. "Isn't the All-Spark supposed to be ... smaller?"
Scimitar paced the undisputed leader of this five member search part. "I thought the All-Spark would have some Cybertonium metals in it. This block is mostly iron, titanium, and similar .. Odd." Scimitar scanned the powered block. "Reading a huge concentration of oxygen - and that thing is radiating heat."
"What did you expect?" Keepsake snarled over the commlines. With the object of their search so close, none of the five were focused on maintaining radio silence. "The All-Spark to be the same temperature at its surroundings?"
"Actually, yes."
"Enough chit-chat!" Snapped Devcon. "I fail to see how anyone could mistake the All Spark for anything else -- this is a manufactured object of unknown origins, is the right shape, and is floating along the last known trajectory. It must be the missing All-Spark."
"Uh, commander, I think that assumption is wrong." Roadblock interjected. "The object is changing direction - and broadcasting a transmission."
"What?" Four voices spoke in unison.
WE ARE THE BORG. YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Why, yes. I did have fun with this prompt. Why do you ask?