Transformers Speedwriting Prompts
Speedwriting Prompts 12
Author's Notes: I realize that it's been a long time since I've updated here. Alas, I don't intend to make a habit of it; I'm really busy these days. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy what I do have!
Thanks to Exactlywhat for betaing for me, despite busy schedules and computer glitches.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
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Title: Accidentally
Continuity: G1
Prompt 1. A deliberate mistake.
"You called me, sir?"
"Yes, Prowl. I have received Jazz's, Wheeljack's, and Perceptor's reports, but I wish to discuss some details with you."
"Very well."
"To reiterate, it was Jazz's job protect the scientists while they set up their new device, which I believe was meant to wreak havoc with Decepticon communications."
"Correct, sir."
"So how, exactly, did it fly three hundred feet from its original position, attach to Devastator, and explode?"
"Apparently, Wheeljack accidentally brought the prototype for his newest gun instead of the communications apparatus. Fortunately, Perceptor also made a mistake and brought the components required to properly utilize the bomb, and of course, Jazz was carrying a remote controlled detonator."
"I see. And those mistakes were completely on accident?"
"Yes, sir."
"And how did they manage to make the bomb fly?"
"They did not. According to Jazz, Eject happened to be in the area, and he has been practicing football as of late. He punted the explosive, which sealed itself to Devastator. While the gestalt clomped around, Jazz became distracted by another conflict and pushed the detonation switch."
"I assume that it was also an accident that Devastator took out three of their foot soldiers, destroyed the Decepticons' Weapon of the Week, and almost crushed Megatron in the process?"
"As far as I am aware, sir, yes."
"Hmm. So, to summarize, everything was a series of fortunate mistakes?"
"Yes, sir."
"Alright, I understand. Thank you for answering my questions, Prowl, and please let all relevant parties know that they must never do this again. Additionally, please pass on my congratulations for completing a successful mission."
"Of course, Prime."
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Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Continuity: G1
Prompt 2. Accidentally ingesting the wrong thing.
Over the queer mechanical whine, a word was repeated over and over: "Food… food… food…"
The horde tried to find yet more sustenance to quench their unending appetite, but alas, Lady Luck appeared to have abandoned them to slow, agonizing starvation.
Suddenly, the word gained a new tone, and the entire body surged forward. "Food! FOOD! FOOD!"
There before them lay their salvation in the form of a lush, green field liberally dotted with bright red specks. To a one, they attacked the helpless foliage with the voracity of hungry wolves and a glee suitable to little children being handed sweets. Ripping into the feast, the horde gorged itself, feeding mindlessly in the desperate need to eat.
As soon as hunger's cruel edge had been vanquished, however, new words began permeating the whining drone: "Pain!" "Hurts!" "Augh!" "Hot-hot-hot!"
With that feeling foremost in their minds, the entire group of Insecticons turned as one and raced for the cooling ocean, leaving the Carolina Reaper pepper field far, far behind.
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Title: Mix-Up
Continuity: G1 AU
Prompt 3. Getting someone else's [x] by mistake (x can be their kit, their upgrades, their gun, their paintjob, their cassettes, anything).
Stormfall buzzed around his modest apartment in a whirlwind of frenetic activity. Finally, after so many years of waiting, he could reunite with his darling Cloudskimmer! Before their lives had been ripped apart by the war, they had planned to bond. Alas, fate decided to separate them during the conflict, though they, at least, were able to regularly contact one another.
But now! Now, the cruel war was over. Now, Stormfall owned a nice, roomy dwelling with access to the skies, and he had joyfully requested that his beloved leave the refugee colony of Malacar and join him on a slowly rebuilding Cybertron. However, best of all, Cloudskimmer's transport would arrive today; hence why the blue and grey seeker was currently dithering about his abode in excitement.
He simply could not wait to feel his beloved safely encased in his embrace once again. I just have to wait a few more hours…
Suddenly, Stormfall's comm. pinged. Jerking slightly in surprise, he nevertheless answered the call. ::May I help you?::
::I certainly hope so,:: a weary voice replied. ::This is Cybertron's Public Spaceport. You are Stormfall, and you are expecting a seeker named Cloudskimmer today, correct?::
::Yes,:: Stormfall confirmed, now worried. ::Why? What happened? Was anyone hurt? Cloudskimmer! Is he okay? Please, tell me-::
::Sir!:: the voice broke into the rapidly panicking stream of questions. ::Please relax; as far as our extensive communications web can tell, no one has been harmed in any way.
::However, there is a problem. Would you please come to the spaceport as quickly as possible?::
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On Earth, Bumper simply stared in utter shock. He had been, and still was despite the war having officially ended, a proud, loyal Autobot. His lover, on the other hand, simply could not stand the fighting and had instead lived on the refugee colony of Malacar. Now that stability reigned supreme though, Bumper had convinced Carerra to come and join him on the organic world. He knew that Carerra would absolutely love it, but sadly, there appeared to be one, extremely large problem with the plan.
"Who the frag are you?!"
Blinking down at the minibot, the lavender and silver seeker's derma's parted in a surprised 'o' before hastening to answer the question. "Dear me, I'm terribly sorry! I'm Cloudskimmer, and I was supposed to join my Intended on Cybertron. The people in charge of the transports assured me that I was going to the right place, but…" he gulped nervously at the group of humans traveling into a nearby building, "um, I think there's been a mistake regardless. I don't suppose that you could help me?"
Bumper just accepted the ridiculous, beyond aggravating explanation with the grace of a martyr before heaving a great sigh. "Yeah, Cloudskimmer, I can help you. I was actually expecting my own intended today, so let's go snag a long-distance comm. and see if your mate received my precious package. I guess you can reassure him that you're fine in the process."
The seeker visibly perked up, posture straightening and wings fluttering. "That would be lovely, thank you! I'm terribly sorry about the mistake, even though it wasn't technically mine. But still, I probably could have done something. I have absolutely no idea what, but there's probably something. By the way, what is your designation?"
Turning from the chatterbox seeker, the minibot answered, "I'm Autobot Bumper. Now come on; there's a comm. available right over here." As they walked to the terminal, Bumper opened a line to his commanding officer. ::Sir? I have problem that I need help with, but I'm not sure if you're going to believe me.::
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Author's Notes 2: Just some notes for these shorts.
#1: I think this was my first time doing a dialogue only fic; it was surprisingly enjoyable. Oh, and I really hope that Eject is the sports-crazy cassette. I am aware that punting an explosive is not a good idea. Fortunately, this is fiction, and I found it funny,
#2: Though Bob is awesome and the TF:P ones look cool, I do not like the Insecticons, I have never written them before, and I know virtually nothing about them. In regards to the peppers, the world's hottest pepper is currently the Carolina Reaper, which I believe is grown in Fort Mills, South Carolina. And I'm not sure if running into the ocean would be plausible or helpful for them, but it made more sense than guzzling a bunch of milk.
#3: Don't worry; everything gets straightened out and both pairs are happily reunited. For the record, I think Cloudskimmer is adorable, and yes, he and Stormfall are both OCs.
Frightfully enough, this fic was actually inspired by a true story that I read about on Ellis Island. Two immigrant men sent for their wives, there was a mix-up on the Island, and the women, who of course spoke different languages, were sent to the wrong men in two totally different cities. Oops. The refugee colony of Malacar, both the concept and physical planet, was completely made up. According to TFWikia, Bumper is an Autobot minibot; despite having used him before, I still have no idea as to his personality. Carerra is another minibot, who I know very, very little about. If I recall correctly, he's a Spanish cover of the Autobot minibots, but I could be wrong.