Late Reply -
Title: No Running In The halls
Rating: K+
Series: Generation 1
Characters: Tracks, Trailbreaker
Summary: When other mechs don’t take orders seriously a few use unique measures to enforce the rules.
Prompt: Tracks/Trailbreaker - Tangle of Limbs
Tracks sped through the inner corridors of the Ark, headless of the slower-moving mechs clearing a path for his rushing form.
Yellow Autobots, Red Autobots, black frames, white frames, green mecha, blue mecha, all scattered at the speedster’s approach.
All but one.
He didn’t fail to move out of the way in time (his frame happened to be harder to simply shift momentum), he engaged a force-field, keeping the half-flying Tracks from plowing into the airborn figures of the Aerialbots just around the corner and down the hall.
Blue limbs tangled with black limbs.
“Trailbreaker! What’d you stop me for?” Tracks demanded, trying to stand up without stepping on the larger mech.
“There is to be no running in the Ark.” Trailbreaker also scrambled upwards without much success.
Title: Frightening
Rating: K+
Series: Generation 1
Characters: Skywarp
Summary: Ever mech has a breaking point - and when it happens on the field, both armies must watch out.
Prompt: Hound/Sunstreaker - Wild Thing
“The tracker’s gone mad!” From afar, Skywarp kept a look out for the berserker frontliner.
What do you mean ‘Hound’s gone mad?” An Autobot voice broke in on the supposedly secure channel.
“The green jeep is racing towards the twins!” Skywarp squawked.
“One ground-bound figure reversed direction. “Ratchet! Is berserker-rage contagious?”
“It will be, if you do something idiotic to get yourself killed!” Ratchet’s voice was unmistakable even through the statid filtering that made it harder to positivily identify enemy combatants.
Skywarp circled lower, getting close enough to be seen (and shot-at). The skeker dodged and twisted, dancing in mid-air, to avoid one furious barrage of rapid-fire energy shots, then …
There was no second volley.
The yellow gladiator had stopped targeting everything that moved - enemy and allies alike. He had turned to face the idiotic green tracker.
Skywapr nearly stalled when Sunstreaker, broadcast, openly and clearly, “I’m going to need your expertise in repairing my twin, Ratchet.”
The Autobots stopped their retreat, returning to the battlefield where the injured lay. The Decepticions continued to leave the contested area - it was getting too hot and they’d already collected what they came for. Let the Autobots deal with the wild mechs that were their soldiers.
Title: Seriously,
Rating: Teens
Series: Generation 1
Characters: Jazz, Inferno
Summary: Some mechs can’t take a hint - even when it’s obvious to everyone around them.
Prompt: Inferno/Jazz - Smoldering Spark
“You are on fire.”
“Looking at you, I can believe it.”
“Seriously, Inferno - Your chassis is on fire.”
“Mm, my systems have never run hotter.”
“Mech - you are turning into a molten puddle of slag, and all you do is flirt?”
“Every time you enter a room, the temperature goes above frigid.”
“That’s in, Inferno - a smoldering spark is no good.”
“Wait, Jazz - you weren’t talking hypothetical?”
“Take a good solid look at your spark …”
“It’s all ash due to your rejection!”
“I don’t even take that slag from Sunstorm.”
“… Maybe I should go see Ratchet.”
“Uh hu”
Rating: K+
Series: Generation 1
Characters: Tracks, Trailbreaker
Summary: When other mechs don’t take orders seriously a few use unique measures to enforce the rules.
Prompt: Tracks/Trailbreaker - Tangle of Limbs
Tracks sped through the inner corridors of the Ark, headless of the slower-moving mechs clearing a path for his rushing form.
Yellow Autobots, Red Autobots, black frames, white frames, green mecha, blue mecha, all scattered at the speedster’s approach.
All but one.
He didn’t fail to move out of the way in time (his frame happened to be harder to simply shift momentum), he engaged a force-field, keeping the half-flying Tracks from plowing into the airborn figures of the Aerialbots just around the corner and down the hall.
Blue limbs tangled with black limbs.
“Trailbreaker! What’d you stop me for?” Tracks demanded, trying to stand up without stepping on the larger mech.
“There is to be no running in the Ark.” Trailbreaker also scrambled upwards without much success.
Title: Frightening
Rating: K+
Series: Generation 1
Characters: Skywarp
Summary: Ever mech has a breaking point - and when it happens on the field, both armies must watch out.
Prompt: Hound/Sunstreaker - Wild Thing
“The tracker’s gone mad!” From afar, Skywarp kept a look out for the berserker frontliner.
What do you mean ‘Hound’s gone mad?” An Autobot voice broke in on the supposedly secure channel.
“The green jeep is racing towards the twins!” Skywarp squawked.
“One ground-bound figure reversed direction. “Ratchet! Is berserker-rage contagious?”
“It will be, if you do something idiotic to get yourself killed!” Ratchet’s voice was unmistakable even through the statid filtering that made it harder to positivily identify enemy combatants.
Skywarp circled lower, getting close enough to be seen (and shot-at). The skeker dodged and twisted, dancing in mid-air, to avoid one furious barrage of rapid-fire energy shots, then …
There was no second volley.
The yellow gladiator had stopped targeting everything that moved - enemy and allies alike. He had turned to face the idiotic green tracker.
Skywapr nearly stalled when Sunstreaker, broadcast, openly and clearly, “I’m going to need your expertise in repairing my twin, Ratchet.”
The Autobots stopped their retreat, returning to the battlefield where the injured lay. The Decepticions continued to leave the contested area - it was getting too hot and they’d already collected what they came for. Let the Autobots deal with the wild mechs that were their soldiers.
Title: Seriously,
Rating: Teens
Series: Generation 1
Characters: Jazz, Inferno
Summary: Some mechs can’t take a hint - even when it’s obvious to everyone around them.
Prompt: Inferno/Jazz - Smoldering Spark
“You are on fire.”
“Looking at you, I can believe it.”
“Seriously, Inferno - Your chassis is on fire.”
“Mm, my systems have never run hotter.”
“Mech - you are turning into a molten puddle of slag, and all you do is flirt?”
“Every time you enter a room, the temperature goes above frigid.”
“That’s in, Inferno - a smoldering spark is no good.”
“Wait, Jazz - you weren’t talking hypothetical?”
“Take a good solid look at your spark …”
“It’s all ash due to your rejection!”
“I don’t even take that slag from Sunstorm.”
“… Maybe I should go see Ratchet.”
“Uh hu”