Five single-shots
Title: Respectful Customs
Characters: Jorge Figg
Series: Bayverse
Author: Rose0mary
Summary: Battle eliminates the social nicies and cultural habits that separate us from everyone else. After the battle, such activities can resume.
Prompt: Ironhide/Megatron - Teacher & Student
Jorge Figg saw the black weapon platform stand guard over the remains of Megatron, keeping an optic on all humans who came nearby, growling and arming massive cannons when they got too close.
He thought it odd that none of the other deactivated Decepticons were being watched - Jorge was pretty sure he saw some S7 guy swipe something from the downed helicopter monster - eventually figured the Autobots didn’t have the manpower to guard all the dead.
The chartreuse search-and-rescue was working on the yellow Camero, with the torn silver Porsche nearby. Optimus, the massive red-and-blue semi-Truck, was busy talking to the Secretary of Defense, John Keller, Jorge’s own Captain Lennonx, and the super-secret Sector Seven agents coming out of the woodwork -
Right now, everything was a mess.
Jorge Figg wanted to put the odd behavior out of mind. Couldn’t because the kid, the only human the camero allowed near, asked “Hey, what’s up with Ironhide?”
The massive black cannon totting mech looked at the kid. “I’m standing honor guard.”
“Honor Guard?”
“Yes.” Ironhide shuttered blue optics. “Megatron taught me how to be a warrior. Without his instruction, I would not have learned how to fight without forgetting what I fight for.”
Title: Declined
Characters: Knockout, Airachnid
Series: Prime
Author: Rose0mary
Summary: Outcasts might purposly separate themselves from the crowd, not needing the attention or power-seekers tagging along.
Prompt: Knock Out/Airachnid - Challenging Rank
“With my skills as a medic, and your transport, we could leave this mudball behind.”
“I don’t need a medic.” Airachnid swept one of her eight legs to the side, causing Knockout to trip. “Haven’t you heard? My ship is no longer operational.”
Knockout picked himself off the floor. “Too bad - the Nemesis could only improve its looks if it suffered a massive redecoration.”
Airachnid stopped moving forward. Swiveled in place. Her many legs straightened, letting her tower over Knockout. “Are you saying my ship’s ugly?”
“No - I’m saying the décor here is hideous! There’s no pizzazz! A mech could get lost in the ship’s guts, trying to find privacy.”
“Megatron would have to authorize any changes.” Airachnid blandly commented.
“So? You’re working to take Starscream’s position - you have greater opportunity to suggest a better color scheme.” Knockout flung his arms out.
“This, from the medic conspiring with Starscream to remove Megatron.” Airachnid smiled. “Talk to me again, after you figure out where your loyalty belongs.” She walked on.
Knockout turned around, went another way. “Breakdown was right. Nobody else has a problem with this monotone grey paint.” He clenched his fists. “Is a tiny bit of color a bad thing?”
Title: Shortcomings
Characters: Prowl, Sunstreaker
Series: Bayverse
Author: Rose0mary
Summary: Just because tacticians can outplan and outplot, doesn’t make them invincible in the physical realm
Prompt: Prowl/Sunstreaker- Untapped Potential
“If that’s how you fight, no wonder you’re never sent to the front lines.”
Prowl spun. He thought the sparing room was empty - that no one could see him practice ill-learned self-defense moves. “Excuse me?”
Sunstreaker imitated the moves Prowl had just preformed. “Your stance is all wrong - you need to loosen up, move fluidly, not blocky. Like this.” Sunstreaker repeated the routine, but …
Prowl watched. A tiny shift of balance here, a small turn there and the moves flowed together.
“I see.” Prowl resumed his starting posture. “I would accept any advice you could give me.”
Sunstreaker nodded.
Title: Notions
Characters: Sunstreaker, Prowl
Series: Bayverse
Author: Rose0mary
Summary: When needs are overwhelming, and those available are few, backgrounds and histories are forgotten when ability outshines steryotpical accepted wisdom
Prompt: Prowl/Sunstreaker - Untapped Potential
Sunstreaker saw Mirage wheeled into the Triage bay. He knew that left the base temporarily without an officer.
Ratchet would be busy trying to stabilize the special operation’s planner, then work himself into stasis keeping the rest of the wounded alive. He wouldn’t emerge any time soon.
Ironhide and Optimus prime were across the world, trying to get more funds and support for the war effort. It wasn’t looking good - the Senate was trying to ignore the Decepticon rebellion, citing it as a local uprising.
There were no other officers. The second-in-commands, were also gone, or dead, and their replacements, hadn’t been trained yet, or were just-transferred from other Autobot bases, lacked the knowledge of who was in charge.
Sunstreaker had been here long enough. Knew who to go to, when the ranked mechs were gone.
The former gladiator made the rounds Optimus Prime would have, compiling reports, getting updates on equipment, talking to the medics (not Ratchet, but his underlings), checking to see which spare parts were most desperately needed.
When Prowl, loaned by Sentinel Prime, arrived, Sunstreaker gladly handed everything over to the tactician, letting the officer take charge. “Ever thought about becoming an officer?”
“Officers are high target profiles - easy pickings for assassins.” Sunstreaker declined the offer.
“And front-line warriors who defied Megatron in the Kaon pits aren’t on his list of mechs to kill?”
Sunstreaker shook his head. A gladiator as a trusted officer? Ludicrous.
Title: Giving It All
Characters: Prowl, Sunstreaker
Series: Generation 1
Author: rose0mary
Summary: Previous choices affect what we can (and cannot) do now - One career path would not have allowed Prowl to be in the position he is, saving as many lives as he can.
Prompt: Prowl/Sunstreaker - Untapped Potential
Prowl skidded to a halt behind the same basalt barrier the twins were using for shelter.
“Where’s the medic?” A white-optic, lightly wounded former gladiator demanded. “Where is he?”
Prowl was never more grateful for the emergency medical procedure refresher courses all Praxian Enforcers had to take once every eighteen vorns. At the same time, he wished he’d pursued an earlier interest in medicine and repairs. “The medic is coming. Right now, he’s working on other pinned mechs.”
The white faded, as Prowl’s nimble fingers tied off leaking tubes, bypassing the worst of the damage. “You know enough to save my brother?”
Prowl shook his head. “I can only buy time with these wounds.” He ducked down when a blast of Decepticion fire flew over their heads.
Sunstreaker didn’t move other than to glance upwards, tracking the seekers that had injured Sideswipe, causing his twin to slip into stasis. “If you can haul him to the medics, I’ll cause a distraction.” Sunstreaker jumped up, racing headlong into the fray before Prowl could protest the action.
Determinedly, Prowl hauled Sideswipe up over his shoulders (doorwings did not help with this tricky maneuver), lumbered over to the medics, who were already dealing with more dying mechs than they could save.
Relieved of his soldier’s dead weight (Sideswipe wasn’t deactivated yet, his processors reminded him), Prowl looked towards the free-for-all battlefield. Winced. It was not going well for either army.
Now, his processors could be put to good use, guiding the isolated groups of Autobots - right now, Soundwave had jammed the communication lines, making it impossible for orders to be relayed to the troops in time.
Prowl settled down to assist the overworked medics. He could do the job of an assistant, while a sole frontline warrior fought his way through the Decepticon ranks. Prowl refrained from monitoring Sunstreaker’s determined charge with great effort.
Characters: Jorge Figg
Series: Bayverse
Author: Rose0mary
Summary: Battle eliminates the social nicies and cultural habits that separate us from everyone else. After the battle, such activities can resume.
Prompt: Ironhide/Megatron - Teacher & Student
Jorge Figg saw the black weapon platform stand guard over the remains of Megatron, keeping an optic on all humans who came nearby, growling and arming massive cannons when they got too close.
He thought it odd that none of the other deactivated Decepticons were being watched - Jorge was pretty sure he saw some S7 guy swipe something from the downed helicopter monster - eventually figured the Autobots didn’t have the manpower to guard all the dead.
The chartreuse search-and-rescue was working on the yellow Camero, with the torn silver Porsche nearby. Optimus, the massive red-and-blue semi-Truck, was busy talking to the Secretary of Defense, John Keller, Jorge’s own Captain Lennonx, and the super-secret Sector Seven agents coming out of the woodwork -
Right now, everything was a mess.
Jorge Figg wanted to put the odd behavior out of mind. Couldn’t because the kid, the only human the camero allowed near, asked “Hey, what’s up with Ironhide?”
The massive black cannon totting mech looked at the kid. “I’m standing honor guard.”
“Honor Guard?”
“Yes.” Ironhide shuttered blue optics. “Megatron taught me how to be a warrior. Without his instruction, I would not have learned how to fight without forgetting what I fight for.”
Title: Declined
Characters: Knockout, Airachnid
Series: Prime
Author: Rose0mary
Summary: Outcasts might purposly separate themselves from the crowd, not needing the attention or power-seekers tagging along.
Prompt: Knock Out/Airachnid - Challenging Rank
“With my skills as a medic, and your transport, we could leave this mudball behind.”
“I don’t need a medic.” Airachnid swept one of her eight legs to the side, causing Knockout to trip. “Haven’t you heard? My ship is no longer operational.”
Knockout picked himself off the floor. “Too bad - the Nemesis could only improve its looks if it suffered a massive redecoration.”
Airachnid stopped moving forward. Swiveled in place. Her many legs straightened, letting her tower over Knockout. “Are you saying my ship’s ugly?”
“No - I’m saying the décor here is hideous! There’s no pizzazz! A mech could get lost in the ship’s guts, trying to find privacy.”
“Megatron would have to authorize any changes.” Airachnid blandly commented.
“So? You’re working to take Starscream’s position - you have greater opportunity to suggest a better color scheme.” Knockout flung his arms out.
“This, from the medic conspiring with Starscream to remove Megatron.” Airachnid smiled. “Talk to me again, after you figure out where your loyalty belongs.” She walked on.
Knockout turned around, went another way. “Breakdown was right. Nobody else has a problem with this monotone grey paint.” He clenched his fists. “Is a tiny bit of color a bad thing?”
Title: Shortcomings
Characters: Prowl, Sunstreaker
Series: Bayverse
Author: Rose0mary
Summary: Just because tacticians can outplan and outplot, doesn’t make them invincible in the physical realm
Prompt: Prowl/Sunstreaker- Untapped Potential
“If that’s how you fight, no wonder you’re never sent to the front lines.”
Prowl spun. He thought the sparing room was empty - that no one could see him practice ill-learned self-defense moves. “Excuse me?”
Sunstreaker imitated the moves Prowl had just preformed. “Your stance is all wrong - you need to loosen up, move fluidly, not blocky. Like this.” Sunstreaker repeated the routine, but …
Prowl watched. A tiny shift of balance here, a small turn there and the moves flowed together.
“I see.” Prowl resumed his starting posture. “I would accept any advice you could give me.”
Sunstreaker nodded.
Title: Notions
Characters: Sunstreaker, Prowl
Series: Bayverse
Author: Rose0mary
Summary: When needs are overwhelming, and those available are few, backgrounds and histories are forgotten when ability outshines steryotpical accepted wisdom
Prompt: Prowl/Sunstreaker - Untapped Potential
Sunstreaker saw Mirage wheeled into the Triage bay. He knew that left the base temporarily without an officer.
Ratchet would be busy trying to stabilize the special operation’s planner, then work himself into stasis keeping the rest of the wounded alive. He wouldn’t emerge any time soon.
Ironhide and Optimus prime were across the world, trying to get more funds and support for the war effort. It wasn’t looking good - the Senate was trying to ignore the Decepticon rebellion, citing it as a local uprising.
There were no other officers. The second-in-commands, were also gone, or dead, and their replacements, hadn’t been trained yet, or were just-transferred from other Autobot bases, lacked the knowledge of who was in charge.
Sunstreaker had been here long enough. Knew who to go to, when the ranked mechs were gone.
The former gladiator made the rounds Optimus Prime would have, compiling reports, getting updates on equipment, talking to the medics (not Ratchet, but his underlings), checking to see which spare parts were most desperately needed.
When Prowl, loaned by Sentinel Prime, arrived, Sunstreaker gladly handed everything over to the tactician, letting the officer take charge. “Ever thought about becoming an officer?”
“Officers are high target profiles - easy pickings for assassins.” Sunstreaker declined the offer.
“And front-line warriors who defied Megatron in the Kaon pits aren’t on his list of mechs to kill?”
Sunstreaker shook his head. A gladiator as a trusted officer? Ludicrous.
Title: Giving It All
Characters: Prowl, Sunstreaker
Series: Generation 1
Author: rose0mary
Summary: Previous choices affect what we can (and cannot) do now - One career path would not have allowed Prowl to be in the position he is, saving as many lives as he can.
Prompt: Prowl/Sunstreaker - Untapped Potential
Prowl skidded to a halt behind the same basalt barrier the twins were using for shelter.
“Where’s the medic?” A white-optic, lightly wounded former gladiator demanded. “Where is he?”
Prowl was never more grateful for the emergency medical procedure refresher courses all Praxian Enforcers had to take once every eighteen vorns. At the same time, he wished he’d pursued an earlier interest in medicine and repairs. “The medic is coming. Right now, he’s working on other pinned mechs.”
The white faded, as Prowl’s nimble fingers tied off leaking tubes, bypassing the worst of the damage. “You know enough to save my brother?”
Prowl shook his head. “I can only buy time with these wounds.” He ducked down when a blast of Decepticion fire flew over their heads.
Sunstreaker didn’t move other than to glance upwards, tracking the seekers that had injured Sideswipe, causing his twin to slip into stasis. “If you can haul him to the medics, I’ll cause a distraction.” Sunstreaker jumped up, racing headlong into the fray before Prowl could protest the action.
Determinedly, Prowl hauled Sideswipe up over his shoulders (doorwings did not help with this tricky maneuver), lumbered over to the medics, who were already dealing with more dying mechs than they could save.
Relieved of his soldier’s dead weight (Sideswipe wasn’t deactivated yet, his processors reminded him), Prowl looked towards the free-for-all battlefield. Winced. It was not going well for either army.
Now, his processors could be put to good use, guiding the isolated groups of Autobots - right now, Soundwave had jammed the communication lines, making it impossible for orders to be relayed to the troops in time.
Prowl settled down to assist the overworked medics. He could do the job of an assistant, while a sole frontline warrior fought his way through the Decepticon ranks. Prowl refrained from monitoring Sunstreaker’s determined charge with great effort.