IDW Cutoff's 'verse. Autobot base on Earth. Girl Power.
The two smallish bots lay in the sun, both enjoying the utterly delicious chance to just lay out in the open and soak up the wonderful warmth and energy. Though an observer wouldn't be able to tell so from the deep frowns on their faces.
"You're tellin' me that Cybertronians do got girls, and yer one?" asked Jazz slowly.
"That's what I said," snipped Cutoff mildly, too pleasantly heat addled to be able to muster her full snark.
Jazz watched Bumblebee wander past and sighed inwardly at the slightly lost expression on the yellow leader's face. Man, that poor kid really needs to loosen up. "So how do ya tell the difference?"
"My spark's coded differently. It makes it a different colour."
"What?" Jazz's full attention was suddenly focused on the grey and black femmebot. "What colour's that?"
Cutoff eyed him narrowly, the glint of her optics holding evil warning of danger to come. "It's none of your slagging business."
"Is it gold?" persisted the white and black. "And fizzy?"
Cutoff's optics narrowed further. "You stinking nosy son of a glitch, who gave you the right to watch when Ratchet was working on me?"
Jazz didn't snap back, he only stared with his mouth open and a look of utter gobsmack on his face.
"...What?" Cutoff sat up slowly, her ire washed away by surprise.
"Havin'... That makes you a girl?"
"Yes," she said firmly.
Jazz's optic band went white with shock as his hand went to his chest. "Uh... holy cats. I ben screwed up awhile."
Cutoff's jaw dropped. "You're female??"
"Yeah... I think so," said the Communications Officer slowly. Then, softly. "Whoa..."
"Well don't act like it's the end of the slagging world!" Cutoff folded her arms across her chest and turned her optics off.
"Heh. No. It ain't. 'Scuse me. I gotta go talk ta Ratchet, if he ain't passed out from the heat."
"Who's holding you back?"
She heard footsteps on gravel and scowled to herself slightly. Part of her was angered and disgusted to find that she wasn't unique, but another part was thrilling with quiet, gleeful justification at this proof that she wasn't just a random freak. Justification won, and mixed with the heat and the addition of a Steeljaw flopped across her feet soon put her into sleep mode.
A shout jerked her out of slumber a couple hours later, and she sat up with a bleary scowl to boot Steeljaw over so that she could stand and see what was going on, only to boggle as she caught sight of Jazz a little distance away, doubled over with... very feminine sounding laughter. Trailbreaker lay on the ground in front of the black and white, and other bots were gathered around with curious puzzlement.
"Yes!" exalted the newly discovered femmebot. "I AM WOMAN! HEAR ME ROAR!"
"I knew it," Cutoff heard Tracks say faintly. "The heat's melted his processor. I told you this would happen."
"You said it was gonna happen to Sideswipe," retorted Cliffjumper.
"I most certainly did not. I said it had already happened to Sideswipe." Tracks' sniff was nearly audible despite the distance.
"Whatever." Cliffjumper shrugged.
"So." Jazz turned her wide grin toward the gathered mechs. "Who wants the next kiss?"
Cutoff snorted and lay back as she watched the Autobots all suddenly remember duties they'd been shirking for a chance to play in the sun, not a one of them eager to risk being hit with whatever had just laid Trailbreaker out on the ground senseless. "Wimps. Losers."
Then she sighed and kicked the cat bot at her feet, who purred gruffly and used her foot for a pillow. The gesture surprised a little smile from her, and she shook her head before resuming her interrupted nap.
"You're tellin' me that Cybertronians do got girls, and yer one?" asked Jazz slowly.
"That's what I said," snipped Cutoff mildly, too pleasantly heat addled to be able to muster her full snark.
Jazz watched Bumblebee wander past and sighed inwardly at the slightly lost expression on the yellow leader's face. Man, that poor kid really needs to loosen up. "So how do ya tell the difference?"
"My spark's coded differently. It makes it a different colour."
"What?" Jazz's full attention was suddenly focused on the grey and black femmebot. "What colour's that?"
Cutoff eyed him narrowly, the glint of her optics holding evil warning of danger to come. "It's none of your slagging business."
"Is it gold?" persisted the white and black. "And fizzy?"
Cutoff's optics narrowed further. "You stinking nosy son of a glitch, who gave you the right to watch when Ratchet was working on me?"
Jazz didn't snap back, he only stared with his mouth open and a look of utter gobsmack on his face.
"...What?" Cutoff sat up slowly, her ire washed away by surprise.
"Havin'... That makes you a girl?"
"Yes," she said firmly.
Jazz's optic band went white with shock as his hand went to his chest. "Uh... holy cats. I ben screwed up awhile."
Cutoff's jaw dropped. "You're female??"
"Yeah... I think so," said the Communications Officer slowly. Then, softly. "Whoa..."
"Well don't act like it's the end of the slagging world!" Cutoff folded her arms across her chest and turned her optics off.
"Heh. No. It ain't. 'Scuse me. I gotta go talk ta Ratchet, if he ain't passed out from the heat."
"Who's holding you back?"
She heard footsteps on gravel and scowled to herself slightly. Part of her was angered and disgusted to find that she wasn't unique, but another part was thrilling with quiet, gleeful justification at this proof that she wasn't just a random freak. Justification won, and mixed with the heat and the addition of a Steeljaw flopped across her feet soon put her into sleep mode.
A shout jerked her out of slumber a couple hours later, and she sat up with a bleary scowl to boot Steeljaw over so that she could stand and see what was going on, only to boggle as she caught sight of Jazz a little distance away, doubled over with... very feminine sounding laughter. Trailbreaker lay on the ground in front of the black and white, and other bots were gathered around with curious puzzlement.
"Yes!" exalted the newly discovered femmebot. "I AM WOMAN! HEAR ME ROAR!"
"I knew it," Cutoff heard Tracks say faintly. "The heat's melted his processor. I told you this would happen."
"You said it was gonna happen to Sideswipe," retorted Cliffjumper.
"I most certainly did not. I said it had already happened to Sideswipe." Tracks' sniff was nearly audible despite the distance.
"Whatever." Cliffjumper shrugged.
"So." Jazz turned her wide grin toward the gathered mechs. "Who wants the next kiss?"
Cutoff snorted and lay back as she watched the Autobots all suddenly remember duties they'd been shirking for a chance to play in the sun, not a one of them eager to risk being hit with whatever had just laid Trailbreaker out on the ground senseless. "Wimps. Losers."
Then she sighed and kicked the cat bot at her feet, who purred gruffly and used her foot for a pillow. The gesture surprised a little smile from her, and she shook her head before resuming her interrupted nap.