Splat. Just that.
Mods, a tag for the adorable...erm. That, uh, threatening growl there convinces me I should change that. So...a tag for the ferocious Blot, please. he's gonna eat me
title: splat
characters: Blot/Skywarp. Breakdown/Starscream implied...what?
rating: PG
summary: Skywaaarp! Oh, no...oh, yes. Crack. G1.
word count: 658
Again, somewhat of a loose interpretation of the prompt...
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splat
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... .. . .. ...
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“You better not have touched it!”
Skywarp's stance is shifty. “I talked.”
“You talked. Just talked? Only talked?”
“Yes...”
Starscream glares, unconvinced. “Disgusting. If I smell you coming, you'll be recharging in the ocean until those imbeciles are gone!”
Skywarp giggles.
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... .. . .. ...
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Blot is almost a mellow drunk. This is a pleasing discovery, considering the rest of the Terrorcons are rather the opposite. Skywarp drags the odoriferous mech out of range of the common-room-turned-combat-zone, plying him with more spiked energon. The mech isn't so bad, really. The smell isn't so noticeable with olfactory sensors turned off, and the goo can be mostly ignored once the same is done to most of the tactile sensors.
Skywarp talks. Blot grunts. Blot doesn't quite understand what Skywarp wants, but the Seeker is giving him things and promising interesting activities if he cooperates. Blot grunts again as the plans are made.
It's Breakdown who finds them in the Seeker trine's quarters. Skywarp pushes Blot out before Starscream gets back, but the purple prankster ends up banished to the wash racks anyway.
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... .. . .. ...
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The battle is as unexpected as these things usually are when the Decepticons go raiding. With the fighting not going their way, Megatron insists on the presence of Abominus. Hun-Gurrr will not cooperate: without Blot, the Terrorcons can merge, but not raise nearly the same amount of chaos.
Going by the chaos Starscream is raising over the commlines, Skywarp is also missing.
Thundercracker does eventually spot the wayward Seeker, teleporting hither and thither about the battlefield. Opening a private line between the two and connecting it to both Starscream and Megatron is perhaps a mistake: manic giggling is the only response to all inquiries.
“Skywaaarp!”
Megatron is not pleased.
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... .. . .. ...
.
Over there, Soundwave is surrounded by two brightly colored lamborghinis. Over here is a double-teaming red wall of big guns, a flash of white close behind marking a famous medic. Over there is the source of lucky potshots skimming their numbers. Over here--!
Over here, so neatly hidden but with so lovely a view, is Optimus Prime and Prowl, that mech that makes the fireworks and some extra lamborghini, and one or two or maybe four more.
Skywarp cackles. They brought the whole base out today!
He warps to well behind Decepticon lines. He returns to a position well above the Autobot command post.
He drops Blot.
Only one Autobot remains standing after the impact. The red mechs and the white respond first, rushing to the collapsed 'bots. A recovering Blot stumbles down the hill undisturbed through the chaos.
Optimus Prime calls a retreat.
Starscream grouses. Thundercracker cannot conceal his amusement. Megatron calls for high grade.
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... .. . .. ...
.
“What is he doing in there?”
“Blot.”
Optic shutters blink. “What?”
Unnervingly calm, a complete contrast to the enthusiastic bangs and clangs resounding beyond the door to the trine's quarters: “Blot.”
Serious consideration is given to rebooting audials. “...Blot?”
The exasperated look aimed his way is ignored, but the typical acerbic tone gains immediate attention. “You go ahead and stand there until he's done. I am berthing elsewhere until that room is scrubbed of that filth!”
The blue Seeker eyes Starscream warily, hopefully. “...where are you going?”
“Oh, you're not coming,” gibes Starscream as he flounces down the corridor. “Breakdown has needs.”
Thundercracker reboots his audials. “...Breakdown?”
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... .. . .. ...
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Breakdown is being tortured because Raelynhb said so. Thanks to odd_stick once again for beta-ing.
Glad not to own Transformers. Don't think I could read the fanfiction so well otherwise!
title: splat
characters: Blot/Skywarp. Breakdown/Starscream implied...what?
rating: PG
summary: Skywaaarp! Oh, no...oh, yes. Crack. G1.
word count: 658
Again, somewhat of a loose interpretation of the prompt...
.
splat
.
... .. . .. ...
.
“You better not have touched it!”
Skywarp's stance is shifty. “I talked.”
“You talked. Just talked? Only talked?”
“Yes...”
Starscream glares, unconvinced. “Disgusting. If I smell you coming, you'll be recharging in the ocean until those imbeciles are gone!”
Skywarp giggles.
.
... .. . .. ...
.
Blot is almost a mellow drunk. This is a pleasing discovery, considering the rest of the Terrorcons are rather the opposite. Skywarp drags the odoriferous mech out of range of the common-room-turned-combat-zone, plying him with more spiked energon. The mech isn't so bad, really. The smell isn't so noticeable with olfactory sensors turned off, and the goo can be mostly ignored once the same is done to most of the tactile sensors.
Skywarp talks. Blot grunts. Blot doesn't quite understand what Skywarp wants, but the Seeker is giving him things and promising interesting activities if he cooperates. Blot grunts again as the plans are made.
It's Breakdown who finds them in the Seeker trine's quarters. Skywarp pushes Blot out before Starscream gets back, but the purple prankster ends up banished to the wash racks anyway.
.
... .. . .. ...
.
The battle is as unexpected as these things usually are when the Decepticons go raiding. With the fighting not going their way, Megatron insists on the presence of Abominus. Hun-Gurrr will not cooperate: without Blot, the Terrorcons can merge, but not raise nearly the same amount of chaos.
Going by the chaos Starscream is raising over the commlines, Skywarp is also missing.
Thundercracker does eventually spot the wayward Seeker, teleporting hither and thither about the battlefield. Opening a private line between the two and connecting it to both Starscream and Megatron is perhaps a mistake: manic giggling is the only response to all inquiries.
“Skywaaarp!”
Megatron is not pleased.
.
... .. . .. ...
.
Over there, Soundwave is surrounded by two brightly colored lamborghinis. Over here is a double-teaming red wall of big guns, a flash of white close behind marking a famous medic. Over there is the source of lucky potshots skimming their numbers. Over here--!
Over here, so neatly hidden but with so lovely a view, is Optimus Prime and Prowl, that mech that makes the fireworks and some extra lamborghini, and one or two or maybe four more.
Skywarp cackles. They brought the whole base out today!
He warps to well behind Decepticon lines. He returns to a position well above the Autobot command post.
He drops Blot.
Only one Autobot remains standing after the impact. The red mechs and the white respond first, rushing to the collapsed 'bots. A recovering Blot stumbles down the hill undisturbed through the chaos.
Optimus Prime calls a retreat.
Starscream grouses. Thundercracker cannot conceal his amusement. Megatron calls for high grade.
.
... .. . .. ...
.
“What is he doing in there?”
“Blot.”
Optic shutters blink. “What?”
Unnervingly calm, a complete contrast to the enthusiastic bangs and clangs resounding beyond the door to the trine's quarters: “Blot.”
Serious consideration is given to rebooting audials. “...Blot?”
The exasperated look aimed his way is ignored, but the typical acerbic tone gains immediate attention. “You go ahead and stand there until he's done. I am berthing elsewhere until that room is scrubbed of that filth!”
The blue Seeker eyes Starscream warily, hopefully. “...where are you going?”
“Oh, you're not coming,” gibes Starscream as he flounces down the corridor. “Breakdown has needs.”
Thundercracker reboots his audials. “...Breakdown?”
.
... .. . .. ...
.
Breakdown is being tortured because Raelynhb said so. Thanks to odd_stick once again for beta-ing.
Glad not to own Transformers. Don't think I could read the fanfiction so well otherwise!