Prompt #5 Response
Title: Attack of the Amazons
Warnings: OC death
Rating: PG
Continuity: AU G1
Characters: OC’s
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or anything to do with the characters.
Prompt: #5 - Setting - In a banned location
Notes: This idea came from a story I read quite a while ago, where the femmes were a sub-species of dangerous Cybertronians, and wanted by the law. I don’t remember who wrote it or where it came from.
“Slag it! Where are we, Greasemonkey? My GPS unit is all messed up.” Hazmat was turning in circles, trying to recalibrate his internals.
“Uh, I think we’re in serious slag, Haz.” Greasemonkey’s optics were wide with realization. “I think we’re in Femme Territory.”
Hazmat jerked and looked around frantically, as if seeing their doom before it came at them would make a difference. “No, we can’t be!” Hazmat started venting in panic. “I would have sworn that we were nowhere near their territory. We are so dead.” He slumped in place, defeated before the battle had even begun.
“Don’t think like that, Hazmat! Be positive. All we need to do is retrace our steps and we’ll be fine. We’ll be out of here before you know it. They’ll never even realize we were ever here.” Greasemonkey punctuated his words by starting off at a brisk trot. “Come on, Haz, I’ll race ‘ya! Let’s make some time.”
“Okay, I’m coming!” Hazmat took only four paces after his friend, before he suddenly dropped out of sight, falling into a hidden trap. His screams of pain from being impaled by multiple spikes brought Greasemonkey running back, huffing in panic.
“Oh, Primus! Hazmat! Hazmat! Wait, wait, try to calm down - I’ll get you out. But stop screaming or they’ll hear you! Hazmat!”
Greasemonkey never saw the garrote that dropped over his head, and neatly took it off.