Rodimus grunted, heaving one of the larger chunks of debris out of the walkway between two of the totaled buildings.
The base was an absolute mess, Decepticons having breached their defenses and stormed through the outer wall. They had eventually managed to chase them off, the command units shouting something unintelligible as they hightailed it back towards decepticon territory.
Pausing in his clearing, the prime canted his helm to the side. Prodding at an oddly shaped piece of armor partially buried under the dust with his pede and grinning wickedly.
He had wondered why this building, so far from the main action, had received such an extensive amount of damage. Bending over he picked up the rather distinctive helm adornment, holding it for comparison against one of the more sizable dents in the wall.
Seems one of the mighty decepticons was having a worse day than he thought.
//I will not// Starscream grumbled, somehow managing to look distinctly uncomfortable in his alt. //That is disgusting and strange and I shall not sink to that level.//
The large shuttle chuckled, the sound swallowed by the void and never reaching the seekers audios. His amusement was quite noticeable through the commlink however.
//You should have thought of that before you decided to place the sensitive plant specimens inside the cargo bay. I cannot open the door without them freezing and dieing.//
Starscream wiggled from side to side, thinking hard about the predicament he was now in. //I can wait until we make the next planet fall then//
//Nonsense// the shuttle nudged the smaller flier gently //your fuel reserves will not last that long.//
//But it's horrid!// the seeker screached //why do you even have a fuel transfer line on your alt?!//
Skyfires silence stretched, pointing out the obvious to his small, screechy companion usually ended up with him loosing the argument. Best to let the seeker work it out on his own.
Ratchet almost always kept the berth in the far back of the bay empty on quiet nights like this. Being closest to the supply cupboards, it was usually piled high with new parts needing to be catalogued and put away.
This night however, as with many of the long nights spent doing inventory, the berth had a different occupant. Sheilded from the rest of the bay by a wall of scanners and other medical equipment shoved up the back and out of the way, Bluestreak recharged quietly.
Lulled to sleep by the sounds of the monitors and footfalls of the medic as he walked backwards and forwards.
In truth, Ratchet was quite glad for the company. Even if Bluestreak was completely dead to the world at the moment.
The gunner needed the rest, the silence of his quarters and general feeling of unease it instilled in him often leading to him falling into recharge in the rec room. Needless to say, couches were not the best place for a mech of his frame type to sleep.
Many a twisted doorwing had to be repaired before it was finally suggested that this was perhaps the much better option. Neither mech involved were all that inclined to argue.
"Oh wow!" Fireflight chirped, wings wiggling high in excitement as he bounced on the massive mech sized couch. "Those humans have different coloured claws! I didn't know they came in different colours."
Lennox snorted from his position hanging over one of the railings preventing the humans from falling from their little balcony. The structures both preventing the small organics from getting underfoot and putting them at a handy eye-level with their metal companions.
This particular vantage point made for an excellent view of the screen mounted on the far wall. Many an off shift had been spent watching movies on the massive, cinema sized device.
"They're not really that colour." The soldier scratched at his cheek, amused by the small jets misunderstanding. "Females just paint them to make them more attractive.... i think."
"Oh" fireflights face fell "well, your fuzz comes in different colours" he waved a hand over his head "i just assumed..."
(good lord, lazy prompt is lazy so you get purposely horrid crack xD)
Bumblebee was wearing laungerie! "Oh bumblebee!" prowl saided "You are so sexy. I wishs to make sparkleings with yyou!" the policemech flapped his dorowingz.
"I canz not for i am in love with a human" bumblebeee gasped dramaticallie, "she is really a technoorganic who is secretly primus with bright green eyes and an awesome sword and i love her!!!!!!1!"
Prowl was hert broken and cried. I must killed this beautiful human technooorganic he thoughted to himself.
He searched for her all night, finally findingg her by typing 'technoorganic hooman' into google. She was beautiful and he instantly felled in love.
The decepticons also wanted her, specifically starscream. "Be my queen" he saided, swooping the human off her feet and takeing her flying. "we shall rule the autobotss forever."
(at this point they were all killed in a flood of bad grammar and spelling mistakes. the end.)
Ironhide tried very hard not to laugh at the odd look Streetwise was currently giving him. The older mech having forgotten just how literally the Protectobots sometimes took things .
Streetwise blinked, still pouting a little even in his confusion. "But... I don't have the medical training for that." he said slowly "um.... should i ask Aid to do it?"
Fireflight chirred happily, not minding in the least as one of the human actors climbed and fussed over his wing.
Christmas was coming and, as per a little custom the Autobots had picked up, several of them had ended up volunteering for local organizations. The red jetling had actually been asked to help with one of the public service announcements being broudcast during the weeks leading up to the humans 'christmas' celebration.
Fireflight wasn't exactly paying attention to what was going on around him. Far too focused on the little critters gambling around in a box on his pilots seat, the yappy creatures brother currently held by the actor on his wing. This silence was probably a good thing as far as the director was concerned.
Before they had worked out that keeping the aeriabot entertained he had been more fidgety, bouncy and generally harder to manage than the puppies the add was supposed to be about.
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Date: 2010-12-29 05:28 am (UTC)^_^
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Date: 2010-12-29 05:53 am (UTC)The base was an absolute mess, Decepticons having breached their defenses and stormed through the outer wall. They had eventually managed to chase them off, the command units shouting something unintelligible as they hightailed it back towards decepticon territory.
Pausing in his clearing, the prime canted his helm to the side. Prodding at an oddly shaped piece of armor partially buried under the dust with his pede and grinning wickedly.
He had wondered why this building, so far from the main action, had received such an extensive amount of damage. Bending over he picked up the rather distinctive helm adornment, holding it for comparison against one of the more sizable dents in the wall.
Seems one of the mighty decepticons was having a worse day than he thought.
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Date: 2010-12-29 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 06:10 am (UTC)The large shuttle chuckled, the sound swallowed by the void and never reaching the seekers audios. His amusement was quite noticeable through the commlink however.
//You should have thought of that before you decided to place the sensitive plant specimens inside the cargo bay. I cannot open the door without them freezing and dieing.//
Starscream wiggled from side to side, thinking hard about the predicament he was now in. //I can wait until we make the next planet fall then//
//Nonsense// the shuttle nudged the smaller flier gently //your fuel reserves will not last that long.//
//But it's horrid!// the seeker screached //why do you even have a fuel transfer line on your alt?!//
Skyfires silence stretched, pointing out the obvious to his small, screechy companion usually ended up with him loosing the argument. Best to let the seeker work it out on his own.
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Date: 2010-12-29 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 07:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 06:21 am (UTC)This night however, as with many of the long nights spent doing inventory, the berth had a different occupant. Sheilded from the rest of the bay by a wall of scanners and other medical equipment shoved up the back and out of the way, Bluestreak recharged quietly.
Lulled to sleep by the sounds of the monitors and footfalls of the medic as he walked backwards and forwards.
In truth, Ratchet was quite glad for the company. Even if Bluestreak was completely dead to the world at the moment.
The gunner needed the rest, the silence of his quarters and general feeling of unease it instilled in him often leading to him falling into recharge in the rec room. Needless to say, couches were not the best place for a mech of his frame type to sleep.
Many a twisted doorwing had to be repaired before it was finally suggested that this was perhaps the much better option. Neither mech involved were all that inclined to argue.
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Date: 2010-12-29 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 06:36 am (UTC)"Oh wow!" Fireflight chirped, wings wiggling high in excitement as he bounced on the massive mech sized couch. "Those humans have different coloured claws! I didn't know they came in different colours."
Lennox snorted from his position hanging over one of the railings preventing the humans from falling from their little balcony. The structures both preventing the small organics from getting underfoot and putting them at a handy eye-level with their metal companions.
This particular vantage point made for an excellent view of the screen mounted on the far wall. Many an off shift had been spent watching movies on the massive, cinema sized device.
"They're not really that colour." The soldier scratched at his cheek, amused by the small jets misunderstanding. "Females just paint them to make them more attractive.... i think."
"Oh" fireflights face fell "well, your fuzz comes in different colours" he waved a hand over his head "i just assumed..."
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Date: 2010-12-29 04:38 pm (UTC)New prompt: same characters- hair dye. X3
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Date: 2010-12-29 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 06:51 am (UTC)Bumblebee was wearing laungerie! "Oh bumblebee!" prowl saided "You are so sexy. I wishs to make sparkleings with yyou!" the policemech flapped his dorowingz.
"I canz not for i am in love with a human" bumblebeee gasped dramaticallie, "she is really a technoorganic who is secretly primus with bright green eyes and an awesome sword and i love her!!!!!!1!"
Prowl was hert broken and cried. I must killed this beautiful human technooorganic he thoughted to himself.
He searched for her all night, finally findingg her by typing 'technoorganic hooman' into google. She was beautiful and he instantly felled in love.
The decepticons also wanted her, specifically starscream. "Be my queen" he saided, swooping the human off her feet and takeing her flying. "we shall rule the autobotss forever."
(at this point they were all killed in a flood of bad grammar and spelling mistakes. the end.)
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Date: 2010-12-29 12:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 02:08 pm (UTC)Streetwise blinked, still pouting a little even in his confusion. "But... I don't have the medical training for that." he said slowly "um.... should i ask Aid to do it?"
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Date: 2010-12-29 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-29 03:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-30 05:17 am (UTC)Christmas was coming and, as per a little custom the Autobots had picked up, several of them had ended up volunteering for local organizations. The red jetling had actually been asked to help with one of the public service announcements being broudcast during the weeks leading up to the humans 'christmas' celebration.
Fireflight wasn't exactly paying attention to what was going on around him. Far too focused on the little critters gambling around in a box on his pilots seat, the yappy creatures brother currently held by the actor on his wing. This silence was probably a good thing as far as the director was concerned.
Before they had worked out that keeping the aeriabot entertained he had been more fidgety, bouncy and generally harder to manage than the puppies the add was supposed to be about.
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Date: 2010-12-30 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-30 02:50 pm (UTC)