Transformers, Stunticon Gestalt Team: #14, Green, & #90, Home
Title: This Isn't Home
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Stunticon Gestalt Team
Prompt: #90, Home
Word Count: 189 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Drag Strip hates Cybertron.
This Isn't Home
***
The roads of Cybertron sing under his tires. It's annoying as fuck, but no one wants to race on Cybertron anyway. Stuck up pricks. They think he's young and stupid, and maybe he is young but he sure as hell isn't stupid.
Cybertron is the most important planet in the Decepticon Empire, everyone says, and he laughs because he knows they're wrong.
Earth's the important planet. His birthplace, the little blue and green planet full of insignificant little squishies. The older Decepticons like to pretend it's nothing, they'll pull out any day now.
Earth is where the energy comes from, and they'll never pull out.
Cybertron is the backwards planet, the shithole of the Empire. It's a broken-down wreck, and Drag Strip hates it even more than he hates Motormaster. Hell, the only Stunticon who remotely likes it is Dead End, and that's just because the Deadster is willing to die anywhere.
Megatron wants them to take the Autobots out, though, because he's like all the other old Decepticons. He thinks Cybertron needs to be dominated, when it really just needs to be abandoned. So here the Stunticons are.
-End-
Title: Seeing Green
Characters: Stunticon Gestalt Team, Moonracer, Soundwave
Prompt: #14, Green
Word Count: 365 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cybertron is full of surprises.
Seeing Green
***
On Earth, the fastest Autobot Drag Strip had to contend with was Mirage. Sure, Mirage could give Drag Strip a run for his money in terms of pure speed, but the delicate little spy couldn't take a rear-ending without winding up under the medical engineer or whatever the fuck the Autobots called their pet ambulance.
Drag Strip didn't expect Cybertron to be much better.
***
The little green car zipped along, and Drag Strip's engine snarled as he fought to keep up with her. But where the soft corrosion-colored female Autobot just zipped over the road on her vehicle-mode lifters, he had to plow over obstacles and pitfalls. His lifters let him drive anything but he couldn't fly like she could.
She was fast, the bitch. Had to be because of the hover-mode, there was no way in hell any Autobot was this much faster than him.
She laughed, vicious as Motormaster on a good day, and transform-twisted, her pistol coming up. She snapped off a few shots, and Drag Strip laughed them off as they splattered against his forcefield.
He laughed harder at the shock on her face, but then she dropped back into vehicle-mode and put the pedal to the metal.
Drag Strip snarled as he was left in the dust.
***
"Moonracer," Soundwave said placidly. "Soldier under Elita One. Request a dossier from Reflector."
Drag Strip cursed the tapehost for being so unhelpful, then went and cursed at Reflector until the camera got him the dossier. With it, he got enough energon to top his tanks, then threw himself down in a corner with the files.
He read them end-to-end and back, then curled up in vehicle-mode to think.
***
"Race ya!" Drag Strip called as Moonracer pulled away.
She hesitated, and he gunned his engine, slamming broadside into her. She rocked in the air, yelping, one side dipping down to score the already battered street.
"Slagger!" She yelled, then she slammed herself against him before taking off.
Drag Strip transformed to robot-mode on shaky legs and sat down. Since when the hell could an Autobot do that? "Damn. Daaaaaamn."
Since now, evidently.
He grinned, sharp and violent. "Gonna love catching her."
-End-
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Stunticon Gestalt Team
Prompt: #90, Home
Word Count: 189 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Drag Strip hates Cybertron.
This Isn't Home
***
The roads of Cybertron sing under his tires. It's annoying as fuck, but no one wants to race on Cybertron anyway. Stuck up pricks. They think he's young and stupid, and maybe he is young but he sure as hell isn't stupid.
Cybertron is the most important planet in the Decepticon Empire, everyone says, and he laughs because he knows they're wrong.
Earth's the important planet. His birthplace, the little blue and green planet full of insignificant little squishies. The older Decepticons like to pretend it's nothing, they'll pull out any day now.
Earth is where the energy comes from, and they'll never pull out.
Cybertron is the backwards planet, the shithole of the Empire. It's a broken-down wreck, and Drag Strip hates it even more than he hates Motormaster. Hell, the only Stunticon who remotely likes it is Dead End, and that's just because the Deadster is willing to die anywhere.
Megatron wants them to take the Autobots out, though, because he's like all the other old Decepticons. He thinks Cybertron needs to be dominated, when it really just needs to be abandoned. So here the Stunticons are.
-End-
Title: Seeing Green
Characters: Stunticon Gestalt Team, Moonracer, Soundwave
Prompt: #14, Green
Word Count: 365 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cybertron is full of surprises.
Seeing Green
***
On Earth, the fastest Autobot Drag Strip had to contend with was Mirage. Sure, Mirage could give Drag Strip a run for his money in terms of pure speed, but the delicate little spy couldn't take a rear-ending without winding up under the medical engineer or whatever the fuck the Autobots called their pet ambulance.
Drag Strip didn't expect Cybertron to be much better.
***
The little green car zipped along, and Drag Strip's engine snarled as he fought to keep up with her. But where the soft corrosion-colored female Autobot just zipped over the road on her vehicle-mode lifters, he had to plow over obstacles and pitfalls. His lifters let him drive anything but he couldn't fly like she could.
She was fast, the bitch. Had to be because of the hover-mode, there was no way in hell any Autobot was this much faster than him.
She laughed, vicious as Motormaster on a good day, and transform-twisted, her pistol coming up. She snapped off a few shots, and Drag Strip laughed them off as they splattered against his forcefield.
He laughed harder at the shock on her face, but then she dropped back into vehicle-mode and put the pedal to the metal.
Drag Strip snarled as he was left in the dust.
***
"Moonracer," Soundwave said placidly. "Soldier under Elita One. Request a dossier from Reflector."
Drag Strip cursed the tapehost for being so unhelpful, then went and cursed at Reflector until the camera got him the dossier. With it, he got enough energon to top his tanks, then threw himself down in a corner with the files.
He read them end-to-end and back, then curled up in vehicle-mode to think.
***
"Race ya!" Drag Strip called as Moonracer pulled away.
She hesitated, and he gunned his engine, slamming broadside into her. She rocked in the air, yelping, one side dipping down to score the already battered street.
"Slagger!" She yelled, then she slammed herself against him before taking off.
Drag Strip transformed to robot-mode on shaky legs and sat down. Since when the hell could an Autobot do that? "Damn. Daaaaaamn."
Since now, evidently.
He grinned, sharp and violent. "Gonna love catching her."
-End-