Title: Repurposed. Rating: Teens Characters: Constrictions - Transformer Verse: Generation 1 Autho
Title: Repurposed.
Rating: Teens
Characters: Constrictions -
Transformer Verse: Generation 1
Author: Rose0mary
Summary: When Megatron wants something built, he turns to his constructicons.
Prompt: #15 Megatron watches Game of Thrones and wants his own throne made out of Autobots.
The Constructicons had been enjoying the most precious of all things - a quiet day and free time in Decepticon base, when their Glorious Leader decided his troops needed something to do.
“I want a proper throne.”
Hook and Scrapper glanced at each other. “Lord Megatron, you have a throne.”
“That one is a pile of junk.” Megatron sneered. “I need a new one.”
Certain he misheard, Hook shook his head. “My audio must be malfunctioning. I could swear I heard you say that the your seat, made of the finest metals from Cyberton, is constructed from scrap.”
Megatron stared at his snobbish engineer/medic. “Base metal, regardless of its rarity, is not fit for my throne.”
“Then, what materials do you suggest we use?” Scavenger asked, fearing for his team. The last time Devastator went against their Glorious Leader, it did not go well for the gestalt.
“Autobots.”
Now that was a project Bonecrusher could get behind.
…
“Okay, Bonecrusher: where’d you get that Construction-green paint?” Mixmaster admired the throne-in-progress.
“Roadhauler.”
“Really?” Long Haul looked at his team member with disgust and awe. “How’d you catch that traitor?”
“Easy - pretended to have Grapple in my clutches.”
“That explains the mess of yellow-orange.” Mixmaster nodded. “Think Megatron will be pleased?”
Long Haul tore his gaze from the energon-thirsty Bonecrusher. “You’re kidding, right? We’ve only got enough Autobot-frames for the base.”
“On to another raid.” Bonecrusher grinned. “This is going to be fun.”
“We’ll record the capture for nostalgia.” Long Haul promised.
The three Constructicons left, not seeing the air shimmer behind them.
…
“Grapple, what do you think the Decepticons will attack us with this week?”
The yellow-orange tow-truck put down the prototype he’d been fiddling with. “Come again, Cliffjumper?”
The red warrior shrugged. “It’s been over seven earth days since we last heard from the Cons. What do you think they’ve been working on that entire time?”
“I assure you, I have no idea.” Grapple went back to his work-in-progress. “Now, leave me, be.”
“Can’t.” Cliffjumper ignored the irate glare. “Nobody’s seen Hauler or Hound or Mirage nor heard from Ratchet in the last four days.”
“They’ve been missing for four days??? And no one’s said anything?”
“Hound’s always going off on his own.” Cliffjumper snarled right back. “Hauler holds up in the engineering rooms with you, nobody notices when Mirage disappears - “
“That doesn’t explain how RATCHET could be gone for more than one duty shift.” Grapple sighed. Perhaps he had gotten too involved in personal projects to realize his partner-in-design had absented himself for more than ten joors.
“When First Aid and Prowl had both been overheard to threaten a forcefully muting of the medic, everyone assumed someone had enforced Ratchet’s long overdue break.”
“And most mechs were enjoying the silence, forgetting that Ratchet is never completely quiet,” It was not a happy realization.
“Yep.”
“When we get Ratchet back alive, he’ll never let us forget it.”
“Nope.”
“You’re not helping.”
….
“Your one-of-a-kind throne is complete, Lord Megatron.” Scrapper pulled the oversized sheet off the completed seat.
Megatron examined the unveiled throne critically. “Majestic, yet simple.” He finished one complete circle around his yet-to-be-installed throne, started on a second circuit. “You have outdone yourselves yet again.”
He sat on the rust-red seat, leaned against the dusty-white back. “The inclusion of green-and-purple was a nice touch - but I notice I still have all six Constrictions paying homage.” He waited to see what they’d admit.
His builders stopped their premature celebration; pushed Mixmaster to the front. “We live to serve, Megatron.”
“Hmm.” Apparently, they either weren’t aware Megatron knew there had been renegade Constructicons, - and that one was currently working under Prime - or were refusing to call him one brother. “Go back to working on capturing energon for our use.”
Dismissed, the six constructicons bowed out, leaving Megatron luxuriating in his throne. “Perhaps I should have captured prisoners recycled for other projects.”
Rating: Teens
Characters: Constrictions -
Transformer Verse: Generation 1
Author: Rose0mary
Summary: When Megatron wants something built, he turns to his constructicons.
Prompt: #15 Megatron watches Game of Thrones and wants his own throne made out of Autobots.
The Constructicons had been enjoying the most precious of all things - a quiet day and free time in Decepticon base, when their Glorious Leader decided his troops needed something to do.
“I want a proper throne.”
Hook and Scrapper glanced at each other. “Lord Megatron, you have a throne.”
“That one is a pile of junk.” Megatron sneered. “I need a new one.”
Certain he misheard, Hook shook his head. “My audio must be malfunctioning. I could swear I heard you say that the your seat, made of the finest metals from Cyberton, is constructed from scrap.”
Megatron stared at his snobbish engineer/medic. “Base metal, regardless of its rarity, is not fit for my throne.”
“Then, what materials do you suggest we use?” Scavenger asked, fearing for his team. The last time Devastator went against their Glorious Leader, it did not go well for the gestalt.
“Autobots.”
Now that was a project Bonecrusher could get behind.
…
“Okay, Bonecrusher: where’d you get that Construction-green paint?” Mixmaster admired the throne-in-progress.
“Roadhauler.”
“Really?” Long Haul looked at his team member with disgust and awe. “How’d you catch that traitor?”
“Easy - pretended to have Grapple in my clutches.”
“That explains the mess of yellow-orange.” Mixmaster nodded. “Think Megatron will be pleased?”
Long Haul tore his gaze from the energon-thirsty Bonecrusher. “You’re kidding, right? We’ve only got enough Autobot-frames for the base.”
“On to another raid.” Bonecrusher grinned. “This is going to be fun.”
“We’ll record the capture for nostalgia.” Long Haul promised.
The three Constructicons left, not seeing the air shimmer behind them.
…
“Grapple, what do you think the Decepticons will attack us with this week?”
The yellow-orange tow-truck put down the prototype he’d been fiddling with. “Come again, Cliffjumper?”
The red warrior shrugged. “It’s been over seven earth days since we last heard from the Cons. What do you think they’ve been working on that entire time?”
“I assure you, I have no idea.” Grapple went back to his work-in-progress. “Now, leave me, be.”
“Can’t.” Cliffjumper ignored the irate glare. “Nobody’s seen Hauler or Hound or Mirage nor heard from Ratchet in the last four days.”
“They’ve been missing for four days??? And no one’s said anything?”
“Hound’s always going off on his own.” Cliffjumper snarled right back. “Hauler holds up in the engineering rooms with you, nobody notices when Mirage disappears - “
“That doesn’t explain how RATCHET could be gone for more than one duty shift.” Grapple sighed. Perhaps he had gotten too involved in personal projects to realize his partner-in-design had absented himself for more than ten joors.
“When First Aid and Prowl had both been overheard to threaten a forcefully muting of the medic, everyone assumed someone had enforced Ratchet’s long overdue break.”
“And most mechs were enjoying the silence, forgetting that Ratchet is never completely quiet,” It was not a happy realization.
“Yep.”
“When we get Ratchet back alive, he’ll never let us forget it.”
“Nope.”
“You’re not helping.”
….
“Your one-of-a-kind throne is complete, Lord Megatron.” Scrapper pulled the oversized sheet off the completed seat.
Megatron examined the unveiled throne critically. “Majestic, yet simple.” He finished one complete circle around his yet-to-be-installed throne, started on a second circuit. “You have outdone yourselves yet again.”
He sat on the rust-red seat, leaned against the dusty-white back. “The inclusion of green-and-purple was a nice touch - but I notice I still have all six Constrictions paying homage.” He waited to see what they’d admit.
His builders stopped their premature celebration; pushed Mixmaster to the front. “We live to serve, Megatron.”
“Hmm.” Apparently, they either weren’t aware Megatron knew there had been renegade Constructicons, - and that one was currently working under Prime - or were refusing to call him one brother. “Go back to working on capturing energon for our use.”
Dismissed, the six constructicons bowed out, leaving Megatron luxuriating in his throne. “Perhaps I should have captured prisoners recycled for other projects.”