Wow it's been a while since I posted...
So yeah. Possible landing here?
Apparently this happened a little while a go, but it's the first I've seen of it and the first thing I thought was "'bot making planetfall".
http://wins.failblog.org/2010/11/23/epic-win-videos-crazy-meteor-win/
EDIT: Finished this about 15 minutes after posting and didn't want to clutter the front page.
Title: Penance
Summary: Let the punishment fit the crime.
Rating: K/K+
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, mention of Prowl
Continuity: Any
A.N. Look folks! An Update! Yeah, I’m sorry I update once in a blue moon. Have a bit of fun from Sunstreaker and Ratchet to tide you over until my most epic of stories can be posted (There are currently seven parts started with plots, but the first is not yet finished so I can’t begin posting)
Without furter ado:
Penance
Sunstreaker wordlessly snarled at Ratchet as he finished the final touches to his new paintjob.
“Quit complaining, you earned the punishment fair and square.” Ratchet groused back at the yellow Lamborghini, ruthlessly stifling the urge to laugh lest he be mauled.
Sunstreaker wilted, “Couldn’t you have at least chosen a less garish shade of yellow? You could have just kept my lovely gold colour even! It would look so much better than this.. This.. Travesty! Did you mix in some of your emergency day-glow paint with it? Seriously?”
Ratchet grinned and wordlessly motioned Sunstreaker into the dryer. “This is the standard paint that the company you’ll be working for uses. Live with it. You don’t get so much as a touch up on any scratches for the entire punishment time too - that was the only can of paint we had in the right colour.”
Sunstreaker gaped, horrified. “But Ratchet-!”
“You made your berth, Sunny, now lie on it.”
“Don’t call me Sunny.”
Ratchet only smirked and ushered the yellow, black and white Lamborghini to the entrance of the Ark. “Remember your terms. Transport 500 humans, or work until the cab you ran off the road is fixed and you’ve earned enough to fully pay for the repairs. Whichever comes last. Every dissatisfied, traumatised or upset customer adds an extra three hours or 10 passengers to it.”
“Yeah, I know.” Sunstreaker growled, “I heard it all from Prowl.” He folded up into his freshly painted alt form and sped off towards the nearest city, the humiliating sign lit up for all to see on his roof - spelling “TAXI” in glaring black and white.
A.N. Inspired by this: http://cars.failblog.org/2010/11/24/funny-car-photos-cab-orghini-gets-you-where-you-need-to-go-fast/
Written in ten minutes because I got bitten hard by the taxi-lambo bunny.
Or on Fanfiction.net here
Apparently this happened a little while a go, but it's the first I've seen of it and the first thing I thought was "'bot making planetfall".
http://wins.failblog.org/2010/11/23/epic-win-videos-crazy-meteor-win/
EDIT: Finished this about 15 minutes after posting and didn't want to clutter the front page.
Title: Penance
Summary: Let the punishment fit the crime.
Rating: K/K+
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, mention of Prowl
Continuity: Any
A.N. Look folks! An Update! Yeah, I’m sorry I update once in a blue moon. Have a bit of fun from Sunstreaker and Ratchet to tide you over until my most epic of stories can be posted (There are currently seven parts started with plots, but the first is not yet finished so I can’t begin posting)
Without furter ado:
Penance
Sunstreaker wordlessly snarled at Ratchet as he finished the final touches to his new paintjob.
“Quit complaining, you earned the punishment fair and square.” Ratchet groused back at the yellow Lamborghini, ruthlessly stifling the urge to laugh lest he be mauled.
Sunstreaker wilted, “Couldn’t you have at least chosen a less garish shade of yellow? You could have just kept my lovely gold colour even! It would look so much better than this.. This.. Travesty! Did you mix in some of your emergency day-glow paint with it? Seriously?”
Ratchet grinned and wordlessly motioned Sunstreaker into the dryer. “This is the standard paint that the company you’ll be working for uses. Live with it. You don’t get so much as a touch up on any scratches for the entire punishment time too - that was the only can of paint we had in the right colour.”
Sunstreaker gaped, horrified. “But Ratchet-!”
“You made your berth, Sunny, now lie on it.”
“Don’t call me Sunny.”
Ratchet only smirked and ushered the yellow, black and white Lamborghini to the entrance of the Ark. “Remember your terms. Transport 500 humans, or work until the cab you ran off the road is fixed and you’ve earned enough to fully pay for the repairs. Whichever comes last. Every dissatisfied, traumatised or upset customer adds an extra three hours or 10 passengers to it.”
“Yeah, I know.” Sunstreaker growled, “I heard it all from Prowl.” He folded up into his freshly painted alt form and sped off towards the nearest city, the humiliating sign lit up for all to see on his roof - spelling “TAXI” in glaring black and white.
A.N. Inspired by this: http://cars.failblog.org/2010/11/24/funny-car-photos-cab-orghini-gets-you-where-you-need-to-go-fast/
Written in ten minutes because I got bitten hard by the taxi-lambo bunny.
Or on Fanfiction.net here