Playing with Animals Vortex (G1) - PG
Title: Fly Until the Last Piece Stops Spinning (28 Vortexes)
Chapter: Playing with Animals Vortex
Rating: PG
Warnings: Short and silly
Characters: Vortex, Swindle, Ravage
Universe: G1
Claimed by: nkfloofiepoof
Summary: Vortex decides to spend his free time tormenting Ravage. Unfortunately, he forgot to account for the fact that Soundwave's cassettes are heavily armed.
Vortex hummed to himself as he worked, horribly out of tune in a tone not unlike metal shearing.
“'Tex, what the frag are you doing?” Swindle finally growled, unable to concentrate on his datapad.
“Making a kitty bell,” Vortex told him gleefully, continuing to wire a tiny speaker into a box, rotors waving jauntily.
Swindle eyed the mess on the table and decided that for once, he didn't want to know. “Is it too much to ask for you to do it quietly?”
“That would ruin the fun,” Vortex told him.
Swindle snorted. “Whatever. Just don't involve me.”
“C'mon, you wanna watch,” Vortex waved a rotor at him. “You know you do.”
Swindle hesitated, unable to shake the feeling he was making a mistake. But frag it, now he was curious! “...Fine.”
“Relax, Swindle, it'll be fun!”
x-x-x
Ravage stalked down the hallway with the nagging feeling that he was being watched. He paused at the corner, giving the Combaticons down the corridor a cold look. When neither Swindle or Vortex seemed to pay him any attention, he growled to himself, eying the vent covers above.
A powerful leap carried him to the vent opening, claws snagging in the grill. Nothing.
Torn between perplexed and irritated, Ravage twisted and dropped back to the corridor floor.
And promptly went airborne again as a deafening shriek exploded next to his audios.
He clung to a pipe sticking out of the wall, snarling as Vortex burst out laughing, leaning against the wall for support. Swindle covered his face with his hands, but not before Ravage saw the smirk.
The cassette growled, and primed his missiles. Let's see them laugh at this...
Swindle heard the tell-tale whine of his missiles coming online, and stopped snickering. “Uh, 'Tex...”
Ravage showed his teeth as they both started backing away.
There was nothing more satisfying than the sight of your tormentors turning tail and fleeing... except, Ravage reflected happily, the sight of the two missiles chasing them down the corridor.
Master List 'O Doom
Chapter: Playing with Animals Vortex
Rating: PG
Warnings: Short and silly
Characters: Vortex, Swindle, Ravage
Universe: G1
Claimed by: nkfloofiepoof
Summary: Vortex decides to spend his free time tormenting Ravage. Unfortunately, he forgot to account for the fact that Soundwave's cassettes are heavily armed.
Vortex hummed to himself as he worked, horribly out of tune in a tone not unlike metal shearing.
“'Tex, what the frag are you doing?” Swindle finally growled, unable to concentrate on his datapad.
“Making a kitty bell,” Vortex told him gleefully, continuing to wire a tiny speaker into a box, rotors waving jauntily.
Swindle eyed the mess on the table and decided that for once, he didn't want to know. “Is it too much to ask for you to do it quietly?”
“That would ruin the fun,” Vortex told him.
Swindle snorted. “Whatever. Just don't involve me.”
“C'mon, you wanna watch,” Vortex waved a rotor at him. “You know you do.”
Swindle hesitated, unable to shake the feeling he was making a mistake. But frag it, now he was curious! “...Fine.”
“Relax, Swindle, it'll be fun!”
x-x-x
Ravage stalked down the hallway with the nagging feeling that he was being watched. He paused at the corner, giving the Combaticons down the corridor a cold look. When neither Swindle or Vortex seemed to pay him any attention, he growled to himself, eying the vent covers above.
A powerful leap carried him to the vent opening, claws snagging in the grill. Nothing.
Torn between perplexed and irritated, Ravage twisted and dropped back to the corridor floor.
And promptly went airborne again as a deafening shriek exploded next to his audios.
He clung to a pipe sticking out of the wall, snarling as Vortex burst out laughing, leaning against the wall for support. Swindle covered his face with his hands, but not before Ravage saw the smirk.
The cassette growled, and primed his missiles. Let's see them laugh at this...
Swindle heard the tell-tale whine of his missiles coming online, and stopped snickering. “Uh, 'Tex...”
Ravage showed his teeth as they both started backing away.
There was nothing more satisfying than the sight of your tormentors turning tail and fleeing... except, Ravage reflected happily, the sight of the two missiles chasing them down the corridor.
Master List 'O Doom