Transformers Speedwriting Prompts
Speedwriting Prompts 7
Author's Notes: I am exorbitantly busy these days, so the amount of Prompts and I get done is probably getting slashed.
In any case, enjoy, and thanks to Exactlywhat for betaing!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
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Title: Gathering
Continuity: G1 (Sort of)
Prompt 1: sunny afternoon
As Prowl and Jazz stood staring at the rural valley before them, they were halted from fully entering by a cheery, "Hi, Prowl! Hi, Jazz! How did you two find us?"
Jerkily twitching his doorwings, Prowl stiffly asked Sideswipe and the unknown mech behind him, "What exactly is going on here?"
The unnamed mech shrugged. "It's actually fairly simple. On Cybertron, there used to be a period of time where every so often, all people whose name has a 'heat,' or 'fiery' connotation would gather together. Once all in one area, they would simply relax, sunbathe, gossip, and be incredibly lazy. If you really tried to pry any of them out," he gestured toward the mecha laying down in the center of the clearing, "you probably wouldn't get them very far."
"Let's make it, you definitely wouldn't get very far," Sideswipe put in dryly. "Sunny didn't even flinch when I said we have interlopers, and I didn't tell him who they were."
"Anyway," the still-unnamed mech continued, "while they have fun, all of their bondeds that have come with them relax a bit, gossip, and stand guard in case anyone wants to crash the party."
Suddenly, a plaintive wail came from middle of the huddle. "Steelfist!"
The no-longer unnamed mech bowed slightly and informed them, "If you'll please excuse me, Solarbeam calls," before gracefully lurching over bodies to reach the voice.
"Sooooo," Jazz drawled, "If ya have tah have ah name abou' 'heat,' then were are Hot Rod, Hot Shot, Hot Spot, an' any others?" Jazz asked curiously.
"That's easy," a voice answered behind them. The two Autobot officers whipped around to see Acid Storm and one of his Trine Mates, Icestorm, approaching. "Those are their English names. The 'hot' refers to something other than heat, similar to one human telling someone else they have a hot body."
"Understood." Prowl looked past the two Rainmakers and saw Sunstorm, a familiar orange mech probably named Firewave, and… "Is that Flareup?" on top of a very happy Skyfire. Turning to his possibly-favorite red hellion, Prowl asked, "Where did everyone here come from? There simply isn't anyway that all of these mecha could have made it here."
"But they did," Sideswipe answered cheekily. "We're not sure why, but every time there is a 'sunny afternoon,' everybody who should be here gets here. They'll go back the same way they got here at the end of the day. It's not logical, but it is."
Prowl ex-vented quietly. "Fine." Gazing out over the amazing amount of laying or chatting mecha, Autobot, Decepticon, and noticeably other, he came to a decision and pinned Sideswipe with an unforgiving stare. "You will come back when this is over with no pranks, lollygagging, catastrophes?"
The red Autobot grinned. "Well, I can assure you that there will be no pranks, and I will do my best to prevent any catastrophes. No promises about lollygagging though, but I'll try to keep it down."
"All right." With one last glance at the surprisingly peaceful gathering, Prowl stepped back and transformed, swiftly followed by Jazz.
"See ya all when ya get back, Siders!" Jazz called cheerfully, and the two officers left, both inexplicably calmed by the sight of so many diverse beings interacting peacefully; proof that perhaps one day, it would once again become a common occurrence for their species.
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Title: Wise and Mature
Continuity: G1 (possibly)
Prompt 6: Setting: inside the Matrix of Leadership
"Ow, stop pushing!"
"Scooch over a couple of meters, will ya?"
"Nebula is poking me with his sensory horns again!"
"Sorry!"
"Seriously, people, we need some discipline in-"
"Do, shut up, Crystal. Nobody in this madhouse cares."
"How rude, you arrogant aft!"
"Is it just me, or does it stink in here?"
"To whoever is doing the deed, please remove thine hands from my crotch."
"My bad. Sorry 'bout that."
"Does anyone want to play 'I Spy'?"
"NO!!!!!!!"
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Optimus stared wordlessly at the scene, which appeared to be a farce, in front of him. Turning to Sentinel, he asked, "Do they always act like this?"
With a sigh, Sentinel nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. It's not so bad when most of us are playing in Heaven, but when we all have to show up in the Matrix, there simply isn't enough room for calm tempers."
Optimus gaped in an un-Primely fashion at the even more un-Primely brawl erupting in front of them. "So, when to we get to leave?"
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Author's Notes 2: Details for this Week:
#1: Acid Storm, the yellow Rainmaker, and the blue Rainmaker are commonly a Trine in fanon, and the yellow one is most-always named Sunstorm. I borrowed the name 'Icestorm' from LadyDragon76 on LiveJournal and Archive of Our Own. I mentioned several honestly pointless OCs because I could, their names fit, and they don't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
#6: Kudos to Barbara Paul because of the lovely conversation on Pp. 243-245 in her Star Trek book, "Three Minute Universe." I don't know of a Nebula or Crystal Prime, but I'm going with the idea of hundreds of Primes being jammed in that tiny little object.