Prompt Fill - #6, #3, #1
Title: Undue complications
Characters: Prowl, Hound
Rating: K+
T-Series: Generation 1
Summary: A rescue-operation goes wrong when the shuttle crashes, stranding the relief force before it can arrive.
Prompt #6 - TASK
“An emergency beacon?” Hound asked, warily. “How’s that going to help? We’re in the midst of enemy territory.”
“Kindly do not tell me facts I already know.” Prowl stated, wrapping more duct tape around Hound’s punctured energon line. “I have a plan.”
“A plan.” Hound shuttered his optics, wishing once again Cybertronian optics could roll like human eyes. “I trust Jazz when he says that - but you?” He chuckled weakly. “Improvisation is not your strong point.”
“Which is why I’m the head tactician during the midst of battle when we need a mech who can think-on-the-fly.” Prowl responded dryly. “Any other leaks?”
“Nope - think you got ‘em all.” Hound choose not to ask about the human expression Prowl uttered - couldn’t risk a processor reboot until after they’d been rescued. “Least, my levels aren’t dropping any lower.”
“Good.” Prowl straightened up, risking being seen by enemy forces. “Can you walk?”
“Walk, yes. Run, no. Disguise us with holograms? Not this side of the pit.” Hound accepted the hand and hidden strength of his companion as he was pulled upright. “So, what’s the plan?”
The emergency beacon was turned on. Prowl casually tossed it in the acid-carved sinkhole that almost swallowed them earlier. “We wait for rescue along that ridge.”
Hound followed Prowl at his best speed - a stumbling walk that was more a shuffle than anything else. “We could have waited to activate that beacon - given us some more time to get away.”
“With Cons tracking what they think to be a mortally injured turncoat?” Prowl smiled deviously. “I might not be a gladiator, but Jazz and Ratchet ensured I know how to permanently take down any opponent.”
“And you’re uninjured,” Hound pointed out, unnecessarily.
Prowl vented. “How many times must I ask you to not state the obvious?”
“Just pointing out the facts, marionette.”
Title: Typical Morning
Characters: Wheeljack
Rating: K
T-Series: Generation 1
Summary: Medic's aren't the only bots who forget to refuel when they get busy or become involved in a project.
Prompt #3 Morning routine
An alarm pinged.
Absentmindedly, Wheeljack turned it off, focused on the endothermic chemical reaction happening in the beakers on the laboratory table. “Fascinating - sodium reacts violently with dihydrogen monoxide.”
He pulled a fresh - distilled, not tap - sample of the rare liquid compound.
The alarm rang again, interrupting him before he could pour a measured amount in a clean flask. This time, the sound registered.
“Drat, time to fuel up.” Wheeljack put the stable supplies down. Exiting his lab, he turned to head for the break room.
Wheeljack got most of the way to the rec-room before he noticed somemechs leaving.
“Hey, Jazz! I got your replacement tools.”
The black-and-white subspaced his cube. “Fantastic, Jack! Didn’t expect you to finish so soon.” He reached for the special-order. “Cheers.” Jazz walked away, pleased to see Wheeljack heading to grab a ration of energy without prompting.
“Hey, Cliffjumper - how’s your modified lasergun working out?’ Wheeljack asked at the next corner.
“Love the extended reach.” Cliffjumper patted the weapon. “Got anything else you want to field test?”
“Always -“
Before Wheeljack remembered why he’d left his lab, the inventor and minibot had changed direction for the shooting range, where Ironhide was attempted to recalibrate his rifle.
“Got the proper part right here, Ironhide.” He handed it over, no questions asked.
“Thanks, Wheeljack.” Ironhide took a seconded look. “You refuel yet? Or recharge at all last night?”
“Hm?” Wheeljack asked, removing duct-tape from a cracked cylinder. “Recharge? Yeah, I got some last night.”
Title: New tricks of the trade
Characters: Jazz, Prowl
Rating: K
T-Series: Generation 1
Summary: When the exploding booby-trap works, it’s fairly easy to figure out who was the culprit.
Prompt #1 - pick from Master Prompt (August 07, 2009) “It’s not wanton Destruction, it’s aggressive redecoration.”
In trouble again, Jazz smiled unrepentantly.
Prowl, wanted to scream. He settled for a low-pitched complaint: “What am I going to do with you?” that no one was supposed to hear.
“I suppose you could demand I redefine all the words in the dictionary,” Jazz made a face. “Hate paperwork - much rather use it as a tool than for its intended purpose.”
“Meaning, you’d stuff it down vents, clog fuel lines, and plaster every crevice with hard copies,” Prowl replied deadpan.
The temporarily pink colored autobot grin only grew bigger. “Now there’s an idea I hadn’t thought of. Thanks, Prowler!”
Characters: Prowl, Hound
Rating: K+
T-Series: Generation 1
Summary: A rescue-operation goes wrong when the shuttle crashes, stranding the relief force before it can arrive.
Prompt #6 - TASK
“An emergency beacon?” Hound asked, warily. “How’s that going to help? We’re in the midst of enemy territory.”
“Kindly do not tell me facts I already know.” Prowl stated, wrapping more duct tape around Hound’s punctured energon line. “I have a plan.”
“A plan.” Hound shuttered his optics, wishing once again Cybertronian optics could roll like human eyes. “I trust Jazz when he says that - but you?” He chuckled weakly. “Improvisation is not your strong point.”
“Which is why I’m the head tactician during the midst of battle when we need a mech who can think-on-the-fly.” Prowl responded dryly. “Any other leaks?”
“Nope - think you got ‘em all.” Hound choose not to ask about the human expression Prowl uttered - couldn’t risk a processor reboot until after they’d been rescued. “Least, my levels aren’t dropping any lower.”
“Good.” Prowl straightened up, risking being seen by enemy forces. “Can you walk?”
“Walk, yes. Run, no. Disguise us with holograms? Not this side of the pit.” Hound accepted the hand and hidden strength of his companion as he was pulled upright. “So, what’s the plan?”
The emergency beacon was turned on. Prowl casually tossed it in the acid-carved sinkhole that almost swallowed them earlier. “We wait for rescue along that ridge.”
Hound followed Prowl at his best speed - a stumbling walk that was more a shuffle than anything else. “We could have waited to activate that beacon - given us some more time to get away.”
“With Cons tracking what they think to be a mortally injured turncoat?” Prowl smiled deviously. “I might not be a gladiator, but Jazz and Ratchet ensured I know how to permanently take down any opponent.”
“And you’re uninjured,” Hound pointed out, unnecessarily.
Prowl vented. “How many times must I ask you to not state the obvious?”
“Just pointing out the facts, marionette.”
Title: Typical Morning
Characters: Wheeljack
Rating: K
T-Series: Generation 1
Summary: Medic's aren't the only bots who forget to refuel when they get busy or become involved in a project.
Prompt #3 Morning routine
An alarm pinged.
Absentmindedly, Wheeljack turned it off, focused on the endothermic chemical reaction happening in the beakers on the laboratory table. “Fascinating - sodium reacts violently with dihydrogen monoxide.”
He pulled a fresh - distilled, not tap - sample of the rare liquid compound.
The alarm rang again, interrupting him before he could pour a measured amount in a clean flask. This time, the sound registered.
“Drat, time to fuel up.” Wheeljack put the stable supplies down. Exiting his lab, he turned to head for the break room.
Wheeljack got most of the way to the rec-room before he noticed somemechs leaving.
“Hey, Jazz! I got your replacement tools.”
The black-and-white subspaced his cube. “Fantastic, Jack! Didn’t expect you to finish so soon.” He reached for the special-order. “Cheers.” Jazz walked away, pleased to see Wheeljack heading to grab a ration of energy without prompting.
“Hey, Cliffjumper - how’s your modified lasergun working out?’ Wheeljack asked at the next corner.
“Love the extended reach.” Cliffjumper patted the weapon. “Got anything else you want to field test?”
“Always -“
Before Wheeljack remembered why he’d left his lab, the inventor and minibot had changed direction for the shooting range, where Ironhide was attempted to recalibrate his rifle.
“Got the proper part right here, Ironhide.” He handed it over, no questions asked.
“Thanks, Wheeljack.” Ironhide took a seconded look. “You refuel yet? Or recharge at all last night?”
“Hm?” Wheeljack asked, removing duct-tape from a cracked cylinder. “Recharge? Yeah, I got some last night.”
Title: New tricks of the trade
Characters: Jazz, Prowl
Rating: K
T-Series: Generation 1
Summary: When the exploding booby-trap works, it’s fairly easy to figure out who was the culprit.
Prompt #1 - pick from Master Prompt (August 07, 2009) “It’s not wanton Destruction, it’s aggressive redecoration.”
In trouble again, Jazz smiled unrepentantly.
Prowl, wanted to scream. He settled for a low-pitched complaint: “What am I going to do with you?” that no one was supposed to hear.
“I suppose you could demand I redefine all the words in the dictionary,” Jazz made a face. “Hate paperwork - much rather use it as a tool than for its intended purpose.”
“Meaning, you’d stuff it down vents, clog fuel lines, and plaster every crevice with hard copies,” Prowl replied deadpan.
The temporarily pink colored autobot grin only grew bigger. “Now there’s an idea I hadn’t thought of. Thanks, Prowler!”