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ante_luceBunny bit. Not sure where it'll go. Maybe a one or two shot. Ignores the prequel comics and the fact that Dispensor is (probably?) a 'Con.
Title: Earthborn
'Verse: 2007 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cussing. TF and human.
After the events of Mission City, life for the Autobots on Earth had been pretty non-eventful. They were constructing a base, were getting along with the US government, and the men stationed with them (mostly those who’d fought with them against the Decepticons) were all thrilled to be working with the ‘giant robots from outer space’.
Once they’d been convinced that these giant robots were not like the ones that had tried to squish them, of course.
Captain Lennox and Sergeant Epps had been instrumental in that regard, and the Autobots were very grateful to the men for the help. And with the recent influx of the bots created by Sam when he accidentally activated the All Spark, they weren’t lonely either.
The Earth-born, as the newest bots were termed, varied in intelligence and awareness, with a seeming correlation of sapience to their size, though by no means was there a hard and fast ratio. Many of the soldiers had adopted (or been adopted) by one or more of the smaller bots, the ones originating from cell phones and assorted MP3 players, and it was not uncommon to see the small mechanoids hitching a ride on a willing human shoulder or (unwilling) head.
These bots were intelligent enough to understand basic speech, although they did not speak in return (but found ways to get their points across rather efficiently regardless). But the largest bot, the one that had been a vending machine, did talk.
Speaking of the vending machine, upon seeing the older mechs transform into vehicles, it, or rather, he, had decided to scan a different alt mode. Something about getting tired of people putting coins in him and kicking him when nothing happened (well, he had to run out of drink cans eventually, and had gotten bored just sitting around in vending machine form).
Sam and Mikaela had sat down with a stack of automotive magazines to help, with Bumblebee giving advice on what forms a mech of the vending machine’s mass could feasibly take on, and between the four of them, the vending machine (named ‘Dewey’, in honour of his origins), was now racing about the base (whenever he wasn’t with Mikaela) as a Mountain Dew green motorbike (it must be said that Dewey was a bit of a spazz, most attributed it to the Dew).
To top things off, a faint transmission had trickled in from Autobots on their way to Earth. Things were looking up for the Autobots, but they didn’t drop their guard. Starscream still lived, and Barricade was unaccounted for.
So when a police car started tailing Sam and Mikaela, it was understandable that the pair were extremely unsettled. Their unease grew when the police car followed them out onto a secluded road, and Bumblebee quietly reported a Cybertronian signature coming from the car, one that was unfamiliar, and further added that Barricade had been known to conceal or disguise his signature on occasion.
And it was also understandable that when it got near enough for the officer to stick his head out of the window and wave for them to pull over, they were confused, and still unsettled when the Autobot scout murmured in surprise that the officer was not a holoform. Afraid that Barricade had kidnapped a human police officer, they stopped, Bumblebee sending an alert to the others at the same time as Sam and Mikaela got out, wary looks on their faces.
“Is something wrong, officer?”
The man (he seemed barely into his mid twenties) seemed somewhat nervous, which only made the teens even more so.
“Ah… Don’t get the wrong idea; you weren’t doing anything wrong, just… Oh God this is going to sound weird and you’re going to think I’m crazy but, uh, can your car… you know… talk?”
They blinked.
“Right. Of course not. Sorry to have bothered you. I’ll just be on my way…”
The first reason (i.e. Barricade) that lodged in Sam’s mind made the teen panic as he reached to stop the officer from leaving. “Wait! Your car can talk?!”
“… I’m not insane, I swear. The department makes us go for psyche evaluations every few years and I checked out clean in my last one. Which was a year ago so I could have gotten a screw twisted loose sometime between then and now particularly after that fiasco in the city but I don’t think it’s particularly likely, um, I mean, yeah.”
“I don’t think you should go back to it then.”
“But, I need to report in after patrol.”
“Look, if that’s who I think it is, it’s not safe for you to go back.”
The officer stared at the teenager. “What are you talking about? I’ve never been safer since he started talking to me a week ago. Afraid for my sanity, yes, but in danger, no.”
Mikaela piped up then. “Sam, look at the decals on the car.”
He looked. The motto was of the standard wording, not the creepy one he’d seen on the Decepticon.
“Doesn’t mean anything. He could’ve changed them.”
“I didn’t!” The officer protested, and Sam turned back to him.
“Sorry, didn’t mean you. And this is going to sound odd, as well, but I think you’re used to odd by now. I meant the car.”
“He didn’t change them either! I should know, I’ve been driving this car ever since I got my field qualifications, and it’s always looked like this.”
“Look, the last experience I had with a talking police car was a bad one, and I’m not about to trust that this police car is not that same one. They can change almost everything about their car selves, so for all I know, your old car is slag and Barricade’s taken its place.”
“Who?” The poor man looked like he was about collapse in shock. Not only did these teenagers believe him, but there were more talking cars out there. Mikaela tugged him aside (and further away from the police car) to explain. “Evil police car. One of the bad guys.”
“Sam, is it wise to tell him this much?” Bumblebee hissed. The teenager hissed back.
“Dude’s car is talking to him. If it’s Barricade, we’ve got a bigger problem than letting a few things slip. If not, he’s still patrolling, isn’t he? He can keep a secret. And if he’s crazy, no one will believe him.”
The Camaro’s engine rumbled softly in apprehension. “Very well. Be careful though.”
“Sure thing, ‘Bee.” Sam patted the mech on the hood, and walked over to the officer and Mikeala. A thought occurred to the teen.
“Um, sir? It may be easier if we could show you something. ‘Bee?”
“Yes?” The man started at the voice issuing from the Camaro.
“Crap, your car does talk.”
“We’re still here and not hightailing it for saner climes, aren’t we?” Sam tried hard not to sound snarky. The man was still a police officer, after all.
“Thought you were humouring the crazy man. God knows, I don’t believe it myself half the time, and the car talks to me. Or maybe we’re all hallucinating, mass hallucinations have happened before, haven’t they? Crap, I’ve made you two hallucinate.”
“Officer, perhaps you should, uh…” Here Mikeala glanced about at the wide open road. “Sit down, somewhere.”
The officer looked disbelievingly at them.
“You might want to do as they ask. I sense no falsehood on their part.” The voice coming from the officer’s car startled the teens. The man sat, and Sam swallowed nervously.
“Okay. Right. ‘Bee, please transform?”
As the Autobot unfolded into his full height, the officer looked up, paled, and was suddenly very glad he’d done as they’d asked. Then a noise behind him made all three humans glance back at the police car, which was also transforming. Immediately, Bumblebee had his weapons out, charged and pointed in the mech’s direction.
Then a few things happened at once. The officer leapt up from the ground and attempted to shield his ‘car’ from what he saw as a threat, Sam tried to tackle him out of the way, and the police car mech drew its own weapons, prompting Bumblebee to fire a warning shot at its feet.
“Hey! Leave him alone!” Came the angry yell from the ground.
“He pulled weapons on us!”
“Your car did it first!”
“I just told you we have no reason to trust transforming police cars!”
“Guys! Put the damn guns away and shut up!” At Mikeala’s shout, both mechs immediately re-concealed their arsenal and both human males quieted. “Thank you. Sam, ‘Bee, he doesn’t look like Barricade.”
The aforementioned pair took a closer look at the black and white mech. True enough, there were differences in the mech’s base form that couldn’t be accounted for by a mere change in alt mode. Dewey had looked much the same as a motorcycle in mech form as when he’d been a vending machine, with the obvious addition of assorted motorcycle kibble. Sam backed down, as did Bumblebee, with a silent nod.
Mikaela sighed. “Alright. So we’ve established that you’re not crazy. Now what?”
“The others are near. Perhaps we should head them off and explain before Ironhide blasts first and asks questions later.”
“… Good idea. I’ll stay here with them, and you two go.”
“Maybe you should go with ‘Bee.”
“Why?” The police officer shifted at the ice in the girl’s tone, but the boy didn’t seem to be fazed, blithely replying.
“Because I’m going to be absolutely useless with convincing Ironhide and Dewey to not charge forward, cannons and guns a blazing.”
Mikeala blinked. “You’re right. I’ll go.”
As girl and Camaro raced in the direction of the oncoming Autobots, Sam turned to see the officer staring at the remaining mech in awe.
“Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?”
“I didn’t know either, until I saw the Camaro transform. Then, something just clicked.”
With a resigned sort of half grin, the teen wandered over to make with the introductions.
“So… I’m Sam, the lovely spitfire is Mikeala, and the Camaro is Bumblebee. ‘Bee for short. He’s an Autobot, they’re the good guys. Bad guys are called Decepticons, of which the evil police car, Barricade, is one. What are your names?”
“I… I’m Blake Stevens. And the Dodge Charger…” Here Blake turned to look up at the mech, who knelt to be at eye level to the humans.
“My chosen designation... is Prowl.”
Title: Earthborn
'Verse: 2007 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cussing. TF and human.
After the events of Mission City, life for the Autobots on Earth had been pretty non-eventful. They were constructing a base, were getting along with the US government, and the men stationed with them (mostly those who’d fought with them against the Decepticons) were all thrilled to be working with the ‘giant robots from outer space’.
Once they’d been convinced that these giant robots were not like the ones that had tried to squish them, of course.
Captain Lennox and Sergeant Epps had been instrumental in that regard, and the Autobots were very grateful to the men for the help. And with the recent influx of the bots created by Sam when he accidentally activated the All Spark, they weren’t lonely either.
The Earth-born, as the newest bots were termed, varied in intelligence and awareness, with a seeming correlation of sapience to their size, though by no means was there a hard and fast ratio. Many of the soldiers had adopted (or been adopted) by one or more of the smaller bots, the ones originating from cell phones and assorted MP3 players, and it was not uncommon to see the small mechanoids hitching a ride on a willing human shoulder or (unwilling) head.
These bots were intelligent enough to understand basic speech, although they did not speak in return (but found ways to get their points across rather efficiently regardless). But the largest bot, the one that had been a vending machine, did talk.
Speaking of the vending machine, upon seeing the older mechs transform into vehicles, it, or rather, he, had decided to scan a different alt mode. Something about getting tired of people putting coins in him and kicking him when nothing happened (well, he had to run out of drink cans eventually, and had gotten bored just sitting around in vending machine form).
Sam and Mikaela had sat down with a stack of automotive magazines to help, with Bumblebee giving advice on what forms a mech of the vending machine’s mass could feasibly take on, and between the four of them, the vending machine (named ‘Dewey’, in honour of his origins), was now racing about the base (whenever he wasn’t with Mikaela) as a Mountain Dew green motorbike (it must be said that Dewey was a bit of a spazz, most attributed it to the Dew).
To top things off, a faint transmission had trickled in from Autobots on their way to Earth. Things were looking up for the Autobots, but they didn’t drop their guard. Starscream still lived, and Barricade was unaccounted for.
So when a police car started tailing Sam and Mikaela, it was understandable that the pair were extremely unsettled. Their unease grew when the police car followed them out onto a secluded road, and Bumblebee quietly reported a Cybertronian signature coming from the car, one that was unfamiliar, and further added that Barricade had been known to conceal or disguise his signature on occasion.
And it was also understandable that when it got near enough for the officer to stick his head out of the window and wave for them to pull over, they were confused, and still unsettled when the Autobot scout murmured in surprise that the officer was not a holoform. Afraid that Barricade had kidnapped a human police officer, they stopped, Bumblebee sending an alert to the others at the same time as Sam and Mikaela got out, wary looks on their faces.
“Is something wrong, officer?”
The man (he seemed barely into his mid twenties) seemed somewhat nervous, which only made the teens even more so.
“Ah… Don’t get the wrong idea; you weren’t doing anything wrong, just… Oh God this is going to sound weird and you’re going to think I’m crazy but, uh, can your car… you know… talk?”
They blinked.
“Right. Of course not. Sorry to have bothered you. I’ll just be on my way…”
The first reason (i.e. Barricade) that lodged in Sam’s mind made the teen panic as he reached to stop the officer from leaving. “Wait! Your car can talk?!”
“… I’m not insane, I swear. The department makes us go for psyche evaluations every few years and I checked out clean in my last one. Which was a year ago so I could have gotten a screw twisted loose sometime between then and now particularly after that fiasco in the city but I don’t think it’s particularly likely, um, I mean, yeah.”
“I don’t think you should go back to it then.”
“But, I need to report in after patrol.”
“Look, if that’s who I think it is, it’s not safe for you to go back.”
The officer stared at the teenager. “What are you talking about? I’ve never been safer since he started talking to me a week ago. Afraid for my sanity, yes, but in danger, no.”
Mikaela piped up then. “Sam, look at the decals on the car.”
He looked. The motto was of the standard wording, not the creepy one he’d seen on the Decepticon.
“Doesn’t mean anything. He could’ve changed them.”
“I didn’t!” The officer protested, and Sam turned back to him.
“Sorry, didn’t mean you. And this is going to sound odd, as well, but I think you’re used to odd by now. I meant the car.”
“He didn’t change them either! I should know, I’ve been driving this car ever since I got my field qualifications, and it’s always looked like this.”
“Look, the last experience I had with a talking police car was a bad one, and I’m not about to trust that this police car is not that same one. They can change almost everything about their car selves, so for all I know, your old car is slag and Barricade’s taken its place.”
“Who?” The poor man looked like he was about collapse in shock. Not only did these teenagers believe him, but there were more talking cars out there. Mikaela tugged him aside (and further away from the police car) to explain. “Evil police car. One of the bad guys.”
“Sam, is it wise to tell him this much?” Bumblebee hissed. The teenager hissed back.
“Dude’s car is talking to him. If it’s Barricade, we’ve got a bigger problem than letting a few things slip. If not, he’s still patrolling, isn’t he? He can keep a secret. And if he’s crazy, no one will believe him.”
The Camaro’s engine rumbled softly in apprehension. “Very well. Be careful though.”
“Sure thing, ‘Bee.” Sam patted the mech on the hood, and walked over to the officer and Mikeala. A thought occurred to the teen.
“Um, sir? It may be easier if we could show you something. ‘Bee?”
“Yes?” The man started at the voice issuing from the Camaro.
“Crap, your car does talk.”
“We’re still here and not hightailing it for saner climes, aren’t we?” Sam tried hard not to sound snarky. The man was still a police officer, after all.
“Thought you were humouring the crazy man. God knows, I don’t believe it myself half the time, and the car talks to me. Or maybe we’re all hallucinating, mass hallucinations have happened before, haven’t they? Crap, I’ve made you two hallucinate.”
“Officer, perhaps you should, uh…” Here Mikeala glanced about at the wide open road. “Sit down, somewhere.”
The officer looked disbelievingly at them.
“You might want to do as they ask. I sense no falsehood on their part.” The voice coming from the officer’s car startled the teens. The man sat, and Sam swallowed nervously.
“Okay. Right. ‘Bee, please transform?”
As the Autobot unfolded into his full height, the officer looked up, paled, and was suddenly very glad he’d done as they’d asked. Then a noise behind him made all three humans glance back at the police car, which was also transforming. Immediately, Bumblebee had his weapons out, charged and pointed in the mech’s direction.
Then a few things happened at once. The officer leapt up from the ground and attempted to shield his ‘car’ from what he saw as a threat, Sam tried to tackle him out of the way, and the police car mech drew its own weapons, prompting Bumblebee to fire a warning shot at its feet.
“Hey! Leave him alone!” Came the angry yell from the ground.
“He pulled weapons on us!”
“Your car did it first!”
“I just told you we have no reason to trust transforming police cars!”
“Guys! Put the damn guns away and shut up!” At Mikeala’s shout, both mechs immediately re-concealed their arsenal and both human males quieted. “Thank you. Sam, ‘Bee, he doesn’t look like Barricade.”
The aforementioned pair took a closer look at the black and white mech. True enough, there were differences in the mech’s base form that couldn’t be accounted for by a mere change in alt mode. Dewey had looked much the same as a motorcycle in mech form as when he’d been a vending machine, with the obvious addition of assorted motorcycle kibble. Sam backed down, as did Bumblebee, with a silent nod.
Mikaela sighed. “Alright. So we’ve established that you’re not crazy. Now what?”
“The others are near. Perhaps we should head them off and explain before Ironhide blasts first and asks questions later.”
“… Good idea. I’ll stay here with them, and you two go.”
“Maybe you should go with ‘Bee.”
“Why?” The police officer shifted at the ice in the girl’s tone, but the boy didn’t seem to be fazed, blithely replying.
“Because I’m going to be absolutely useless with convincing Ironhide and Dewey to not charge forward, cannons and guns a blazing.”
Mikeala blinked. “You’re right. I’ll go.”
As girl and Camaro raced in the direction of the oncoming Autobots, Sam turned to see the officer staring at the remaining mech in awe.
“Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?”
“I didn’t know either, until I saw the Camaro transform. Then, something just clicked.”
With a resigned sort of half grin, the teen wandered over to make with the introductions.
“So… I’m Sam, the lovely spitfire is Mikeala, and the Camaro is Bumblebee. ‘Bee for short. He’s an Autobot, they’re the good guys. Bad guys are called Decepticons, of which the evil police car, Barricade, is one. What are your names?”
“I… I’m Blake Stevens. And the Dodge Charger…” Here Blake turned to look up at the mech, who knelt to be at eye level to the humans.
“My chosen designation... is Prowl.”
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Date: 2008-12-10 01:09 pm (UTC)5 out of 5 cookies for you!
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Date: 2008-12-10 03:33 pm (UTC)As for Prowl? One word: squee!
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Date: 2008-12-10 08:06 pm (UTC)as for Jazz - yup - your -verse, your rules :) and there still is the fragment....
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Date: 2008-12-10 11:29 pm (UTC)n.n Here, your cookie... and don't worry about getting fat: with MY cookies, you loose weight as you eat them! ^O^
TAKE CARE!!
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PS: Here, a carrot for this bunny and another carrot for the sparkling's bunny! ::looks innocent::
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Date: 2008-12-11 05:23 am (UTC)Another one who sees Prowl as a Charger?! Group-think rox!
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Date: 2008-12-11 07:57 am (UTC)Charger!Prowl is courtesy of the Nevada Police Dept, who use Dodge Chargers as their police cars (at least, that's what I found on the 'net). And assorted PxJ fanfic writers, who influence me to a considerable degree. I'd be worried, but the voices say it's alright. ;P
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Date: 2008-12-12 01:36 am (UTC)PS
Date: 2008-12-12 01:43 am (UTC)Re: PS
Date: 2008-12-12 05:24 am (UTC)And hello! Pretty car... (though honestly, I wouldn't be able to tell a Ford from a Holden unless I spotted a logo or something.)
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Date: 2009-09-05 02:53 am (UTC)Mech or man, how can you NOT adore him? =^_^=
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