Streaming - Fic + Prowl/Red Alert pic
Because I got tired of painting seekers, which eventually evolved into a near-smut pic.
But I said I'd finish it today, and so I will >w
http://www.livestream.com/lairofthepencilchewer
Cheers =D
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But I said I'd finish it today, and so I will >w
http://www.livestream.com/lairofthepencilchewer
Cheers =D
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That would be the most epic security measure. Red Alert turns into the cuddliest crazy Autobot of all time in a cunning ploy to secure the base. "You don't taste right! YOU ARE NOT PROWL." [shots the imposter]
Oh, Primus, now I want to write this.
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Who'd be able to fool the tongue of the Security Director!
And how did the get the original samples for contrast in the first place?!
I'm having a vision Red Alert sneaking into berthrooms at night... sneaky, sneaky, Red Alert e___e
And Prowl would wake up to find he complaint ticket inbox overflowing by the next morning =D
You made me seriously lol, m'lady >w
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Still better than fourteen intruder alerts going off every day and a dozen accusations of spies.
Most of the bridge shift didn't even look up as Red Alert wandered in, still half in recharge as his systems slowly cycled up. Ratchet had slowed system initialization way down. That was a good thing, except when it wasn't. Then it was just kind of a strange thing ( ... )
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All my squeaks have been punched of me in one single blow! xD
That was beyond AWESOME! =DDDDDD
Thanks so, so, SO much iDi *bows forehead through the floor*
Also! Red Alert has a verifying schedule you say?
I shall bare witness to that and register such occasions... for science!
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It made infiltration a breeze, for one thing. Frenzy straightened his shoulders and smiled brightly at the Lamborghini braking to a halt in front of the rest stop. Oh, this was going to be fun.“Hey, Red Alert!” he chirped in Rewind’s obnoxiously cheerful voice. He jogged out to meet the car, bouncing on his feet in fake enthusiasm. Puffs of dust followed his footsteps and billowed around Red Alert’s tires. The larger mech didn’t appear to mind the dirt, and Frenzy pretended not to ( ... )
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…that certainly explained why this seat belt had more straps than Insecticons had legs. “I knew that.”
“I’m sure you did.” Slag the Autobot and the tires he’d rolled in on. If not for the mission, Frenzy would piledrive the laughter right out of him.
Dashboard air vents snapped open as Frenzy wrestled the knot back into individual straps. Good. It was hotter than a smelter outside, which made Red Alert’s interior the anteroom to the Pit. Frenzy’s systems didn’t like cycling hot, stale air at all. First thing the disguised Decepticon had intended to do when he straightened out the seatbelt was open a fragging window, but air conditioning was even better. Let the Autobot keep him cool.
Weird, though. Instead of blowing air, the Autobot sucked in a huge gulp of it. Apparently, even the glitch’s ventilation system was wired ( ... )
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Red Alert screaming, “Imposter!” at the top of his vocalizer was a close second. Ratchet really didn’t want to hear that, either. It usually meant the Security Director had glitched again, and Ratchet had thought he’d fixed that.
So hearing an explosion closely followed by, “I meant to do that!” and then, “Imposter!” did not make Ratchet’s day.
The medic high-tailed it toward the engineering laboratory. Ironhide rounded the corner and sprinted after him, but Ratchet could move when he put his mind to it. He pulled ahead easily.
Red Alert’s sirens were woot-wheeet-wheeping furiously, spotting the hallway outside the laboratory door with red light. Perceptor stood in the hall, patterned by flashing lights as he peered through the open door. Ratchet took some comfort in the scientist’s bemused expression. ( ... )
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“I can think of a full six instances wherein all those questions were answered! If you really think you can slip by my defenses, Decepticon --
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“Aaack! Red Alert! Cut it out! I logged my experiment objectives last shift! This was supposed to happen, I swear!”
“A likely story, hacker!”
“If you’d just read my log, you’ll see that the pulse is meant to cause an electromagnetic disruption of my field. It’s to help disguise our field-signatures. You not recognizing me is a good result, honest!”
“What?”
“You reacted exactly as I predicted.”
“What.”
“Uh…that came out wrong.”
“I am not a test subject!”
“You’re not! Well, I mean, you kind of are, but only this once ( ... )
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Like a human seeking shelter somewhere during a storm, however, Cliffjumper knew better than to piss off the natives. That was actually pretty easy, because the humans were forgiving little creatures with an innate ability to give as good as they got. Gears had been the Grand Champion of complaining about everyone and everything right up until Carly introduced the Autobots to her grandmother. Now, not only did Gears take second place, but the joke around the Ark was that he was trying to shore up his gearstick enough to ask her out on a date. Not because he was necessarily interested in the old lady romantically, but because he wanted to take notes on how she turned him down. Carly had been appalled at first, either at her grandma’s manners or Gears’ stricken expression, but now she led the herd in teasing him ( ... )
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…fraggit.
Not that Cliffjumper was drooling too much over the details. He’d gotten some, uh, ‘detailing’ himself after mending fences with Mirage. It hadn’t really gone anywhere, but that was to be expected. Just because he’d -- grudgingly -- apologized for accusing Mirage of being a traitor didn’t make the noblemech any less of a stuck-up elitist with pomp and circumstance parading up his tailpipe on a daily basis. ( ... )
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The Autobots were determined to do this human wedding ritual correctly, and that required buying some furniture Carly wanted. Nobody quite knew why only Perceptor, Skyfire, Red Alert, Sunstreaker, and Mirage were being invited to the ‘bridal shower’ while everyone else was required to attend a ‘bachelor party,’ but the bringing of gifts was a tradition the Autobots understood. Skyfire and Perceptor had gone in together to create a special project for their little human friend to enjoy after the honeymoon. Red Alert had only smiled mysteriously and said he had his gift covered. Sunstreaker and Mirage had decided on browsing her bridal registry and found the furniture she’d requested to be quite tasteful.
Brawn had picked Carly’s chosen home decor up from the store for them no problem, but assembling it was not going according to plan. They’d started out believing ( ... )
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“Uh-huh,” the noblemech gasped. “Yes. Certainly.” Perceptor bounced slightly on his seat, bending over the makeshift workbench Skyfire had laid the tiny sheaf of instruction papers out on, and Mirage’s gasping became a blurt of static.
Skyfire glanced up. “Sunstreaker might have lost Tab A under his seats,” he suggested after a long, considering moment. “Perceptor, would you mind checking?”
“I would not.”
Sunstreaker whined again, but the squirming was definitely pushing into the scientist’s hands. Perceptor took his own sweet time looking. He checked all the nooks and crannies methodically, making sure to look here, there, and everywhere. Skyfire decided not to ( ... )
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