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hecate_19. And sanjuno, again.
See what bit me.
*grumbles at bunnies* Too fragging polite to the other bunnies, they are. Always letting the new ones get a paw in first. But me? Noooo. Me, they trample.
Title: Secrets of the Groundbound Kind [Part 1]
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“Prowl?”
He looked up to see Smokescreen entering his office, concern writ all over his faceplates. A twitch of his doorwings and a querying note later, his trinemate sighed, shutting the door behind him and crossing the room to slouch in the chair before his desk.
“Your doorwings will get strained in that position.”
A half-hearted smirk was directed at him, before the other mech sat up, flicking the panels that sat on his shoulders back smoothly.
“Of course, creator-Prowl.”
A brief snort of amusement, and the tactician put away the report he’d been reading. “What concerns you?”
“Our Ops mechs.”
“Hm? Has Jazz’s condition worsened?” Prowl couldn’t help the soft whine of concern overlaying his query, and Smokescreen shook his head, reassuring him with a quiet rumble.
“It’s Bumblebee and Mirage. ‘Bee’s been moping about since their return.”
“Our Ops team are very close. With Jazz offline in the medical bay, that was to be expected. But what of Mirage?”
“He’s been doing the same, only more discretely. Goes invisible to mope. Both are brooding too much for it to be healthy.”
“Curious.”
“Yes… Prowl.” The blue mech shifted in his seat, as if uncertain. “I don’t know what’s wrong. Each of our Ops mechs has been injured before, worse that Jazz is right now. They’ve never shown such behaviour.”
“This is the first time since arriving on Earth that such severe damage has been dealt to one of their number. Perhaps that could be the cause?”
Smokescreen looked unconvinced. “… Perhaps.”
“Have you spoken to them?”
“Not yet. They’re Ops.” Both mechs shared a quick smile of understanding before the diversionary mech leant forward to rest his elbows on Prowl’s tabletop. “I swear, I so much as think about asking them a question about their thought processes and they vanish.”
The black and white Datsun mulled the problem over, and sighed. Smokescreen raised an optic ridge, already anticipating the SIC’s solution.
“Bluestreak?”
“Bluestreak.”
= = =
The gunner moved through the corridors at a trot, hurrying to where Prowl had said Bumblebee was currently located. Rounding the corner and exiting the Ark, he found the yellow mech sprawled out on the ground outside, optics staring sightlessly up at the sky. Running over, he allowed his approach to be noticed before dropping into a crouch near the minibot. Reaching out to gently shake the mech’s arm, he called out to the smaller mech.
“ ‘Bee? You okay?”
The Ops mech shuttered his optics briefly, then turned his head towards Bluestreak, looking half dazed. “I… don’t know, Blue’.”
“Hey.” The grey mech tried for a comforting tone. “Jazz’ll be fine, Ratchet won’t let him go without a fight.”
“I know!” The yellow mech almost shouted, but held himself in check when he saw how startled Bluestreak was by the outburst. “… Sorry.”
“ ‘Bee, Bumblebee, it’s alright. We’re worried about Jazz, but we’re also worried about you and ‘Raj. Something’s eating you both. Can you tell me?”
“It makes no sense, I’ve tried to describe it to myself and all I can come up with is roundabout babble.”
“You’re looking at the grand winner of the runaway vocaliser competition here. Try me.” The sharpshooter smirked wryly, settling down beside the scout and grinning when he got a chuckle out of the mech.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Jazz is fine, I know he is, but he’s hurt so badly and I’m just so worried and it doesn’t make sense because we’ve taken worse and we can’t see him because Ratchet won’t let us stay there anymore and frag, Blue’, my CPU’s all funny and not at the same time. I keep wanting to go check on him, visit him, like I need to see that he’s still there. Then I think that’s weird, because I’ve never doubted Ratchet before, but it isn’t doubting Ratchet, just a need to see Jazz. And then I think that’s not so weird after all, because Jazz is my leader and my friend and… and…” Bumblebee curled in on himself, emitting a plaintive chirr. Bluestreak patted his shoulder, letting a sympathetic hum escape.
The yellow Ops mech abruptly sat up, staring at the other oddly. Bluestreak frowned in concern.
“… ‘Bee?”
“Do that again.”
“Huh?” The note was confused now.
“No, that’s not… Go back!”
~ Prowl! Smokescreen! Help, something’s wrong with ‘Bee! ~
Instinct made him cry out across the trine bond, and he could sense the others responding, wordlessly telling him they were coming. Bumblebee pressed into his chassis, shaking and clicking like a sparkling in distress, and Bluestreak wrapped his arms about the scout, forcing his engine to tune back to the reassuring sounds he’d let slip earlier.
The yellow minibot subsided in the grey mech’s grasp just as his trinemates arrived, followed by Mirage for some reason. The spy didn’t seem to care that the Datsuns were present as he crouched low, reaching out for Bumblebee.
The scout reached back, and the Ops bots pushed close to each other, brushing plating with trembling fingers as Prowl frowned, puzzled while Bluestreak just stared in bewilderment, Smokescreen sharing his expression. The black and white mech strode over to the pair. Both looked at him, just as confused over their situation as he was, and Prowl sighed.
“Well, let’s get you to Ratchet. This isn’t typical, even for Ops mechs.” Long association with the tactician allowed the two to hear the gentle humour in his tone, prompting weak chuckles as both rose unsteadily from the ground. With an arm each wrapped about the other, the mismatched pair slowly made their way to the med bay, flanked by the three Datsuns.
hecate_19. And sanjuno, again.See what bit me.
*grumbles at bunnies* Too fragging polite to the other bunnies, they are. Always letting the new ones get a paw in first. But me? Noooo. Me, they trample.
Title: Secrets of the Groundbound Kind [Part 1]
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“Prowl?”
He looked up to see Smokescreen entering his office, concern writ all over his faceplates. A twitch of his doorwings and a querying note later, his trinemate sighed, shutting the door behind him and crossing the room to slouch in the chair before his desk.
“Your doorwings will get strained in that position.”
A half-hearted smirk was directed at him, before the other mech sat up, flicking the panels that sat on his shoulders back smoothly.
“Of course, creator-Prowl.”
A brief snort of amusement, and the tactician put away the report he’d been reading. “What concerns you?”
“Our Ops mechs.”
“Hm? Has Jazz’s condition worsened?” Prowl couldn’t help the soft whine of concern overlaying his query, and Smokescreen shook his head, reassuring him with a quiet rumble.
“It’s Bumblebee and Mirage. ‘Bee’s been moping about since their return.”
“Our Ops team are very close. With Jazz offline in the medical bay, that was to be expected. But what of Mirage?”
“He’s been doing the same, only more discretely. Goes invisible to mope. Both are brooding too much for it to be healthy.”
“Curious.”
“Yes… Prowl.” The blue mech shifted in his seat, as if uncertain. “I don’t know what’s wrong. Each of our Ops mechs has been injured before, worse that Jazz is right now. They’ve never shown such behaviour.”
“This is the first time since arriving on Earth that such severe damage has been dealt to one of their number. Perhaps that could be the cause?”
Smokescreen looked unconvinced. “… Perhaps.”
“Have you spoken to them?”
“Not yet. They’re Ops.” Both mechs shared a quick smile of understanding before the diversionary mech leant forward to rest his elbows on Prowl’s tabletop. “I swear, I so much as think about asking them a question about their thought processes and they vanish.”
The black and white Datsun mulled the problem over, and sighed. Smokescreen raised an optic ridge, already anticipating the SIC’s solution.
“Bluestreak?”
“Bluestreak.”
= = =
The gunner moved through the corridors at a trot, hurrying to where Prowl had said Bumblebee was currently located. Rounding the corner and exiting the Ark, he found the yellow mech sprawled out on the ground outside, optics staring sightlessly up at the sky. Running over, he allowed his approach to be noticed before dropping into a crouch near the minibot. Reaching out to gently shake the mech’s arm, he called out to the smaller mech.
“ ‘Bee? You okay?”
The Ops mech shuttered his optics briefly, then turned his head towards Bluestreak, looking half dazed. “I… don’t know, Blue’.”
“Hey.” The grey mech tried for a comforting tone. “Jazz’ll be fine, Ratchet won’t let him go without a fight.”
“I know!” The yellow mech almost shouted, but held himself in check when he saw how startled Bluestreak was by the outburst. “… Sorry.”
“ ‘Bee, Bumblebee, it’s alright. We’re worried about Jazz, but we’re also worried about you and ‘Raj. Something’s eating you both. Can you tell me?”
“It makes no sense, I’ve tried to describe it to myself and all I can come up with is roundabout babble.”
“You’re looking at the grand winner of the runaway vocaliser competition here. Try me.” The sharpshooter smirked wryly, settling down beside the scout and grinning when he got a chuckle out of the mech.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Jazz is fine, I know he is, but he’s hurt so badly and I’m just so worried and it doesn’t make sense because we’ve taken worse and we can’t see him because Ratchet won’t let us stay there anymore and frag, Blue’, my CPU’s all funny and not at the same time. I keep wanting to go check on him, visit him, like I need to see that he’s still there. Then I think that’s weird, because I’ve never doubted Ratchet before, but it isn’t doubting Ratchet, just a need to see Jazz. And then I think that’s not so weird after all, because Jazz is my leader and my friend and… and…” Bumblebee curled in on himself, emitting a plaintive chirr. Bluestreak patted his shoulder, letting a sympathetic hum escape.
The yellow Ops mech abruptly sat up, staring at the other oddly. Bluestreak frowned in concern.
“… ‘Bee?”
“Do that again.”
“Huh?” The note was confused now.
“No, that’s not… Go back!”
~ Prowl! Smokescreen! Help, something’s wrong with ‘Bee! ~
Instinct made him cry out across the trine bond, and he could sense the others responding, wordlessly telling him they were coming. Bumblebee pressed into his chassis, shaking and clicking like a sparkling in distress, and Bluestreak wrapped his arms about the scout, forcing his engine to tune back to the reassuring sounds he’d let slip earlier.
The yellow minibot subsided in the grey mech’s grasp just as his trinemates arrived, followed by Mirage for some reason. The spy didn’t seem to care that the Datsuns were present as he crouched low, reaching out for Bumblebee.
The scout reached back, and the Ops bots pushed close to each other, brushing plating with trembling fingers as Prowl frowned, puzzled while Bluestreak just stared in bewilderment, Smokescreen sharing his expression. The black and white mech strode over to the pair. Both looked at him, just as confused over their situation as he was, and Prowl sighed.
“Well, let’s get you to Ratchet. This isn’t typical, even for Ops mechs.” Long association with the tactician allowed the two to hear the gentle humour in his tone, prompting weak chuckles as both rose unsteadily from the ground. With an arm each wrapped about the other, the mismatched pair slowly made their way to the med bay, flanked by the three Datsuns.
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Date: 2009-02-23 11:38 am (UTC)*blinks again*
*counts Ops mechs*
*recounts*
*processor error divide by 0*
*reboots* Yep, seeker bunnies all over the fragging place. And I thought I was the only one to think that Raj would be a pretty type of seeker....
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Date: 2009-02-23 11:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-23 01:14 pm (UTC)Although, granted, it's not so much the rest of the Ops mechs in my 'verse as it is the possibility of Blurr being one of the types >_< I already have potential trines plotted out (a couple fully sky-born, two flightless-only, and one mixed. Guh *dies*)
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Date: 2009-02-23 02:49 pm (UTC)0_0 That be some rabid bunny you have there. *patpat*
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Date: 2009-02-23 03:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-02-23 12:26 pm (UTC)But, seriously. *Grabs you in a big hug* Thank you so much for writing out the bunny that I suggested!!
*Squeals* I can't wait for the next part!
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Date: 2009-02-23 02:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-23 02:52 pm (UTC)I'd find your trauma funny if I hadn't suffered a bunny ambush myself last night. I'm sorry, I'm just glad tht someone else shares my pain. At least I can shoehorn most of 'em to fit into rings'verse... *grumbles*
On the fic side, I like this. 'specially since I was kinda working similar idea's into Rings already. Nice to see I'm not the only one who thinks that way. It's fun to see all the different interpetations of the trine-ing instinct too. XP
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Date: 2009-02-23 02:59 pm (UTC)I'm now wondering why they're all seeker related of a sudden. Seekers flock, maybe? (... Oh. No.)
Glad you like this though ^_^ *offers bunny bite salve*
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Date: 2009-02-23 03:05 pm (UTC)Well in Rings I've got something called "windbonds", which are loose surface bonds that connect each Seeker to every other Seeker using the Codex. That last sentence will make more sense as Rings progresses, but it means that yes, in rings'verse the Seekers flock.(*snickers*)
Mmm-hmm! *purrs and accepts salve*
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Date: 2009-02-23 03:09 pm (UTC)(... *contemplates fleeing* *decides that since the fragging things can fly...* *gives up nao*)
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Date: 2009-02-23 03:16 pm (UTC)(*giggles at*)
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Date: 2009-02-23 03:29 pm (UTC)(*points to icon*)
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Date: 2009-02-23 03:33 pm (UTC)On a completely unrelated note, I see that you changed your tags. Any reason for that or just 'cause you felt like it?
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Date: 2009-02-23 03:48 pm (UTC)It comes and goes.
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Date: 2009-02-23 03:31 pm (UTC)Now, I'm not looking to adopt, but if you'd like, I can at least babysit some of those bunnies for you. They won't be going out and writing anything, but they'll have loads of room to run around and play in.
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Date: 2009-02-23 03:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-02-23 05:32 pm (UTC)AWESOME.
Here, your cookie. ó.o and please, give this blankie to 'Bee for me!
TAKE CARE!!
MISAO-CG
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Date: 2009-02-23 07:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-24 07:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-24 05:44 am (UTC)Oh. Eh-hm. Sorry about that. Very trick-sy of Prowl and Smokescreen to set Bluestreak on Bumblebee, and now I'm all interested in why Bee and Mirage are behaving so atypically. I have an idea, but I want to see what you do since you're such a fabulous writer.
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Date: 2009-02-24 07:19 am (UTC)