Seeker Mechs and Femmes [Part 2]
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ante_luceTitle: Seeker Mechs and Femmes [Part 2]
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“No.”
“Smokescreen…”
“I said no. Have you forgotten who these seekers are? Cliffjumper’s still in the med bay!”
“I know.”
“It’s their own fault that they’re in this situation! The ‘Cons razed Praxus, and those damned fliers didn’t say a word in protest! We weren’t worth their concern then, and if they weren’t suffering the effects of having several cycles suppressed during stasis, we still wouldn’t be! So why should we care now?!”
“There’ve been an increased number of seeker attributed disturbances recently. If we can remove one of the causative factors, it would only help us and the humans.”
“So… we’re sleeping with the enemy to aid our side?” Bluestreak looked a little disturbed, and Prowl sighed, doors lowering wearily.
“Interface doesn’t have to occur.”
“But… they’ll need an interface with a seeker mech for them to be able to control the other fliers.” Queried the gunner, and the black and white mech shook his head.
“They’ve promised to try even if an interface doesn’t result.”
Smokescreen growled. “You’re so sure they’ll keep their word?”
“They swore on their wings. In any case, I was going to go in both your steads.”
“No.” The blue Datsun insisted, optics narrowed. Bluestreak nodded, agreeing with him.
Prowl sighed again. “Then what do you suggest? The mere thought of interacting with one of them is abhorrent to you. It would be logical for me to take your places.”
“Letting you deal with all three on your own is even worse! You’re only handling one of them.”
“As you wish.”
“… You are a sneaky fragger and I hate you.”
Smokescreen glared at the Autobot SIC as the mech smirked at him and Bluestreak started to laugh.
= = =
Word spread across the Ark quickly. The jokes that had been going around at the Datsuns’ expense died, no one was quite up to appreciating the humour after this new development.
After enduring constant worried looks, a number of well meant ‘discussions’ and one increasingly clingy Prime, the three mechs were extremely glad to see a seeker landing outside the Ark. They met the flier, flanked by two growling twins.
“Where are the other two?” Prowl raised an optic ridge, and Thundercracker shrugged.
“Starscream is trying to keep the other seekers calm. Skywarp is helping. We thought it’d be easier for all concerned if we started with just one pair.”
“I see. Bluestreak will be assisting you.”
The black and white mech gestured to the gunner, and the grey mech moved forward, murmuring the seeker’s name in greeting. The jet nodded awkwardly, greeting him back, then not knowing where to go from there. The glowering frontliners were not helping either. Bluestreak, noticing this, shot the pair a glare of his own.
“Oh for crying out loud.” The sharpshooter spun ‘round, grabbed Sideswipe by the helm horns and yanked him down for a fierce kiss. Breaking free of the stunned Lamborghini, he then did the same to Sunstreaker, before pulling away.
“I’ll remind you two that I am perfectly capable of defending my own honour, thank you very much.” His purr, accompanied by a heated look had both twins’ engines revving as Bluestreak turned back to a gaping Thundercracker. Smirking, he strode past the blue flier, then shot the seeker a challenging look.
“Y’coming?”
The grey Datsun then transformed and sped off, Thundercracker scrambling to shift into alt form and give chase. Smokescreen glanced at Prowl and observed, rather matter of factly. “Well. Looks like he’ll be fine.”
“Agreed. Unlike these two.”
Both Datsuns then turned their attention back to the frozen frontliners, resigning themselves to slowly dragging each twin back into the Ark.
= = =
Prowl. As you know by now, we’ve elected to do this singly. I will be the last to make an attempt. I’m going to assume that you will be the one helping me. If not, inform me in your reply and I will direct the next message to the appropriate mech.
The reason I’m writing is to distract myself from the idiots I currently have to deal with, as well as to establish a rapport with the mech I am to try and court. The quicker I can get this cycle terminated for my trine, the better it will be for both my seekers and everyone else.
Starscream.
= = =
Thundercracker followed the Autobot across open plains, finally coming to a stop in a large grassy field atop a cliff. Touching down lightly, the seeker scrutinised the grey mech, trying to determine if Bluestreak truly was willing to be here.
The gunner cocked his helm at the flier, and Thundercracker shuffled, suddenly feeling rather stupid. The seeker removed a box from subspace, one that had been hidden even from the jet’s trinemates, and offered it to Bluestreak, who looked confused.
“I… It’s a courting gift.” At the mech’s continued puzzlement, Thundercracker hastened to explain. “I couldn’t do this seeker to seeker. Not after the part we had in destroying Praxus, something I did all too willingly. So I’m asking if you’d consider accepting this… this,” The flier gestured vaguely in frustration, not knowing what to words to use to describe their situation, “as the courtship of one Cybertronian by another.”
“Oh.”
“I wasn’t sure what to get. Didn’t know who’d agree to help me, so… it’s just energon goodies. Nothing special.”
“Thank you, Thundercracker.” The grey mech favoured the seeker with a bright smile, putting the box away before turning back to the blue flier. “So, how do you want to go about doing this?”
As the jet’s wings started fluttering in anxiety, Bluestreak sighed, and took Thundercracker’s hand, leading the flier to the overhang, settling on the ground, legs dangling over the edge, and tugging the other down with him. “Look, we don’t have to interface today, right? So maybe it’d be easier for you if we talked a bit first. Mind you, I might end up doing all the talking if you don’t stop me, so cut in at will, I won’t mind.”
Thundercracker eyed that friendly, open expression, and with a small smile, started to converse.
= = =
Prowl. Thank you for your suggestion. I will ask Skywarp to contact Smokescreen. Keeping the seekers under control is taking a lot of my attention. It will take both my trinemates, once settled, to handle them as I do, more reason for me to go last, I can stay on base that much longer. Thundercracker and Bluestreak seem to be getting along, according to TC, so at least we’re making progress.
Now I have to ask. What were you thinking, sending your mech out alone with Thundercracker?! While my trine has sworn not to force things, there are still the other seekers as well as the rest of the Decepticons. Megatron has not entirely let go of the idea that kidnapping you three would be more practical either. Skywarp can teleport to TC, but you lot have to drive everywhere!
Starscream.
= = =
“How did it go?”
Bluestreak looked at the two mechs descending upon him, sighing and putting down his bookfile. Nonchalantly, he answered Sunstreaker’s question.
“Alright. We didn’t kill each other, and Thundercracker can be surprisingly decent. Nothing happened, we’re meeting again tomorrow to work on that some more.”
At their flat silence he snapped. “What? You expected me to split my chestplates immediately?”
The Datsun stalked up to the twin mechs, shoving them out of his room. “I’m not that kind of mech, valid reason and good cause regardless. Perhaps you need to be reminded of that. You’re staying away from me, both of you, until I’m good and ready to speak to you again.”
As the gunner’s door slid shut and locked, Sideswipe glanced at his twin and grimaced. That had most definitely not gone well.
= = =
You had Mirage with them and giving you updates the whole fragging time? You underhanded, conniving glitch.
Starscream.
= = =
The next time Bluestreak and Thundercracker met, it was at the same cliff and the gunner was already there waiting when the seeker arrived.
“… Bad day?”
“You could say that. Got interrogated after I got back and the twins got off duty. I swear, they can be so possessive sometimes.”
“You’re together?” Alarm shot through the jet, quickly eased by the Datsun’s explanation.
“Not seriously. Occasional berthmates. They’re… they’re twins. As much as they’re fond of me, that’s a relationship no outside bot can fit into in the long run. And I did mention the possessive thing, didn’t I?”
Thundercracker nodded, then took a seat next to the chevroned mech, both of them adjusting their wing appendages to allow them to fit close to each other. After a moment of quiet contemplation, Bluestreak murmured. “So, where did we get up to yesterday?”
“You were describing how you found this place.”
“Right. I like it here, I think it may be my favourite spot on Earth. I come out here to think, have time to myself. No one bothers me here.”
“Not even your trinemates?”
The gunner laughed lightly. “Ground bound seekers don’t trine. Only you fliers do that. But we’re close, naturally...” He trailed off. By silent mutual agreement, both seeker and doorwinged mech avoided discussing the war that still split their factions from each other, keeping their conversation about things on Earth or Cybertron that they’d seen. Bluestreak never mentioned Praxus, and Thundercracker didn’t blame him.
Thundercracker almost flinched at the sudden silence that fell over them; the seeker didn’t like it when Bluestreak muted himself. The talkative mech might run his vocaliser, but there was a light, a sort of innocence to him when he did so. And when Bluestreak went quiet, he often looked as if he was watching something he didn’t want to see. The seeker was no saint, Thundercracker had caused a fair share of pain and destruction, but Bluestreak’s light appealed to the seeker like the jet never thought it would.
“Here.”
Another box was offered to the gunner, who carefully opened it. The seeker fidgeted while the mech just stared at its contents. Lifting the holo display unit, the gunner activated it, intakes catching as a constellation of swirling galaxies shimmered into being.
“Cybertron is in that one. And Earth is over here.”
Black digits indicated the respective bright points of light, the jet murmuring the words low and quiet. Bluestreak nodded, watching the display rotate about its axis for a couple of moments. “TC.”
“… Yes?”
“Why did the fliers not defend Praxus?” The gunner didn’t meet Thundercracker’s optics, staring instead at the holo in front of him. The seeker did flinch this time.
“Can we not discuss it?”
“I want to know.”
“… I don’t want to tell you.”
“Why?” Thundercracker felt relieved that Bluestreak hadn’t gotten angry.
“… Because the answer will hurt you. And I don’t want to add to the shadows I can see in your optics.” The gunner blinked at the seeker’s quiet, almost inaudible admission, then nodded, hesitantly leaning into the jet’s side.
“Alright.”
= = =
Fine, take it as a compliment. Skywarp’s not having much luck. Apparently, that diversionary mech of yours can hold quite the grudge. Get him to throw my trinemate a bone already; I’ve had to convince ‘Warp not to send flowers. Thrice.
Starscream.
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“No.”
“Smokescreen…”
“I said no. Have you forgotten who these seekers are? Cliffjumper’s still in the med bay!”
“I know.”
“It’s their own fault that they’re in this situation! The ‘Cons razed Praxus, and those damned fliers didn’t say a word in protest! We weren’t worth their concern then, and if they weren’t suffering the effects of having several cycles suppressed during stasis, we still wouldn’t be! So why should we care now?!”
“There’ve been an increased number of seeker attributed disturbances recently. If we can remove one of the causative factors, it would only help us and the humans.”
“So… we’re sleeping with the enemy to aid our side?” Bluestreak looked a little disturbed, and Prowl sighed, doors lowering wearily.
“Interface doesn’t have to occur.”
“But… they’ll need an interface with a seeker mech for them to be able to control the other fliers.” Queried the gunner, and the black and white mech shook his head.
“They’ve promised to try even if an interface doesn’t result.”
Smokescreen growled. “You’re so sure they’ll keep their word?”
“They swore on their wings. In any case, I was going to go in both your steads.”
“No.” The blue Datsun insisted, optics narrowed. Bluestreak nodded, agreeing with him.
Prowl sighed again. “Then what do you suggest? The mere thought of interacting with one of them is abhorrent to you. It would be logical for me to take your places.”
“Letting you deal with all three on your own is even worse! You’re only handling one of them.”
“As you wish.”
“… You are a sneaky fragger and I hate you.”
Smokescreen glared at the Autobot SIC as the mech smirked at him and Bluestreak started to laugh.
= = =
Word spread across the Ark quickly. The jokes that had been going around at the Datsuns’ expense died, no one was quite up to appreciating the humour after this new development.
After enduring constant worried looks, a number of well meant ‘discussions’ and one increasingly clingy Prime, the three mechs were extremely glad to see a seeker landing outside the Ark. They met the flier, flanked by two growling twins.
“Where are the other two?” Prowl raised an optic ridge, and Thundercracker shrugged.
“Starscream is trying to keep the other seekers calm. Skywarp is helping. We thought it’d be easier for all concerned if we started with just one pair.”
“I see. Bluestreak will be assisting you.”
The black and white mech gestured to the gunner, and the grey mech moved forward, murmuring the seeker’s name in greeting. The jet nodded awkwardly, greeting him back, then not knowing where to go from there. The glowering frontliners were not helping either. Bluestreak, noticing this, shot the pair a glare of his own.
“Oh for crying out loud.” The sharpshooter spun ‘round, grabbed Sideswipe by the helm horns and yanked him down for a fierce kiss. Breaking free of the stunned Lamborghini, he then did the same to Sunstreaker, before pulling away.
“I’ll remind you two that I am perfectly capable of defending my own honour, thank you very much.” His purr, accompanied by a heated look had both twins’ engines revving as Bluestreak turned back to a gaping Thundercracker. Smirking, he strode past the blue flier, then shot the seeker a challenging look.
“Y’coming?”
The grey Datsun then transformed and sped off, Thundercracker scrambling to shift into alt form and give chase. Smokescreen glanced at Prowl and observed, rather matter of factly. “Well. Looks like he’ll be fine.”
“Agreed. Unlike these two.”
Both Datsuns then turned their attention back to the frozen frontliners, resigning themselves to slowly dragging each twin back into the Ark.
= = =
Prowl. As you know by now, we’ve elected to do this singly. I will be the last to make an attempt. I’m going to assume that you will be the one helping me. If not, inform me in your reply and I will direct the next message to the appropriate mech.
The reason I’m writing is to distract myself from the idiots I currently have to deal with, as well as to establish a rapport with the mech I am to try and court. The quicker I can get this cycle terminated for my trine, the better it will be for both my seekers and everyone else.
Starscream.
= = =
Thundercracker followed the Autobot across open plains, finally coming to a stop in a large grassy field atop a cliff. Touching down lightly, the seeker scrutinised the grey mech, trying to determine if Bluestreak truly was willing to be here.
The gunner cocked his helm at the flier, and Thundercracker shuffled, suddenly feeling rather stupid. The seeker removed a box from subspace, one that had been hidden even from the jet’s trinemates, and offered it to Bluestreak, who looked confused.
“I… It’s a courting gift.” At the mech’s continued puzzlement, Thundercracker hastened to explain. “I couldn’t do this seeker to seeker. Not after the part we had in destroying Praxus, something I did all too willingly. So I’m asking if you’d consider accepting this… this,” The flier gestured vaguely in frustration, not knowing what to words to use to describe their situation, “as the courtship of one Cybertronian by another.”
“Oh.”
“I wasn’t sure what to get. Didn’t know who’d agree to help me, so… it’s just energon goodies. Nothing special.”
“Thank you, Thundercracker.” The grey mech favoured the seeker with a bright smile, putting the box away before turning back to the blue flier. “So, how do you want to go about doing this?”
As the jet’s wings started fluttering in anxiety, Bluestreak sighed, and took Thundercracker’s hand, leading the flier to the overhang, settling on the ground, legs dangling over the edge, and tugging the other down with him. “Look, we don’t have to interface today, right? So maybe it’d be easier for you if we talked a bit first. Mind you, I might end up doing all the talking if you don’t stop me, so cut in at will, I won’t mind.”
Thundercracker eyed that friendly, open expression, and with a small smile, started to converse.
= = =
Prowl. Thank you for your suggestion. I will ask Skywarp to contact Smokescreen. Keeping the seekers under control is taking a lot of my attention. It will take both my trinemates, once settled, to handle them as I do, more reason for me to go last, I can stay on base that much longer. Thundercracker and Bluestreak seem to be getting along, according to TC, so at least we’re making progress.
Now I have to ask. What were you thinking, sending your mech out alone with Thundercracker?! While my trine has sworn not to force things, there are still the other seekers as well as the rest of the Decepticons. Megatron has not entirely let go of the idea that kidnapping you three would be more practical either. Skywarp can teleport to TC, but you lot have to drive everywhere!
Starscream.
= = =
“How did it go?”
Bluestreak looked at the two mechs descending upon him, sighing and putting down his bookfile. Nonchalantly, he answered Sunstreaker’s question.
“Alright. We didn’t kill each other, and Thundercracker can be surprisingly decent. Nothing happened, we’re meeting again tomorrow to work on that some more.”
At their flat silence he snapped. “What? You expected me to split my chestplates immediately?”
The Datsun stalked up to the twin mechs, shoving them out of his room. “I’m not that kind of mech, valid reason and good cause regardless. Perhaps you need to be reminded of that. You’re staying away from me, both of you, until I’m good and ready to speak to you again.”
As the gunner’s door slid shut and locked, Sideswipe glanced at his twin and grimaced. That had most definitely not gone well.
= = =
You had Mirage with them and giving you updates the whole fragging time? You underhanded, conniving glitch.
Starscream.
= = =
The next time Bluestreak and Thundercracker met, it was at the same cliff and the gunner was already there waiting when the seeker arrived.
“… Bad day?”
“You could say that. Got interrogated after I got back and the twins got off duty. I swear, they can be so possessive sometimes.”
“You’re together?” Alarm shot through the jet, quickly eased by the Datsun’s explanation.
“Not seriously. Occasional berthmates. They’re… they’re twins. As much as they’re fond of me, that’s a relationship no outside bot can fit into in the long run. And I did mention the possessive thing, didn’t I?”
Thundercracker nodded, then took a seat next to the chevroned mech, both of them adjusting their wing appendages to allow them to fit close to each other. After a moment of quiet contemplation, Bluestreak murmured. “So, where did we get up to yesterday?”
“You were describing how you found this place.”
“Right. I like it here, I think it may be my favourite spot on Earth. I come out here to think, have time to myself. No one bothers me here.”
“Not even your trinemates?”
The gunner laughed lightly. “Ground bound seekers don’t trine. Only you fliers do that. But we’re close, naturally...” He trailed off. By silent mutual agreement, both seeker and doorwinged mech avoided discussing the war that still split their factions from each other, keeping their conversation about things on Earth or Cybertron that they’d seen. Bluestreak never mentioned Praxus, and Thundercracker didn’t blame him.
Thundercracker almost flinched at the sudden silence that fell over them; the seeker didn’t like it when Bluestreak muted himself. The talkative mech might run his vocaliser, but there was a light, a sort of innocence to him when he did so. And when Bluestreak went quiet, he often looked as if he was watching something he didn’t want to see. The seeker was no saint, Thundercracker had caused a fair share of pain and destruction, but Bluestreak’s light appealed to the seeker like the jet never thought it would.
“Here.”
Another box was offered to the gunner, who carefully opened it. The seeker fidgeted while the mech just stared at its contents. Lifting the holo display unit, the gunner activated it, intakes catching as a constellation of swirling galaxies shimmered into being.
“Cybertron is in that one. And Earth is over here.”
Black digits indicated the respective bright points of light, the jet murmuring the words low and quiet. Bluestreak nodded, watching the display rotate about its axis for a couple of moments. “TC.”
“… Yes?”
“Why did the fliers not defend Praxus?” The gunner didn’t meet Thundercracker’s optics, staring instead at the holo in front of him. The seeker did flinch this time.
“Can we not discuss it?”
“I want to know.”
“… I don’t want to tell you.”
“Why?” Thundercracker felt relieved that Bluestreak hadn’t gotten angry.
“… Because the answer will hurt you. And I don’t want to add to the shadows I can see in your optics.” The gunner blinked at the seeker’s quiet, almost inaudible admission, then nodded, hesitantly leaning into the jet’s side.
“Alright.”
= = =
Fine, take it as a compliment. Skywarp’s not having much luck. Apparently, that diversionary mech of yours can hold quite the grudge. Get him to throw my trinemate a bone already; I’ve had to convince ‘Warp not to send flowers. Thrice.
Starscream.
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Date: 2009-04-14 05:14 pm (UTC)What a coincidence that I paired them in my mind exactly as you did. Plus the part of TC giving a small gift.
I can't wait to see how you get Skywarp to get past Smokescreen's reluctance.
And Prowl and Star, fireworks.
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Date: 2009-04-15 02:37 pm (UTC)*fails and loses an hour. Or two. Or more.*
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Date: 2009-04-14 05:52 pm (UTC)Oh, and I liked the letter correspondance between Starscream and Prowl. ^-^
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Date: 2009-04-14 11:46 pm (UTC)Blue and TC are so cute *insert sparkly eyes*. So will Blue be paired up with the twins, or TC?
I love the letters between Prowl and Starscream. Does Prowl have bumble optics here? Use them on Starscream! Tho I'd like to see Jazz's reaction to all this. Unless they invite him to join in, like in a certain fic of yours *whistles*
And I think it hasn't sunk into the rest of the Ark crew yet that the seekers are all femmes. Considering how most of them are probably chivalrous, I don't hit a femme, etc (why do you think Elita-1 and her crew are all femmes? to ensure they can take out what the boys can't) it would be hilarious.
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Date: 2009-04-15 01:10 am (UTC)Can't wait to read more!
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Date: 2009-04-15 03:19 am (UTC)Look forward to more
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Date: 2009-04-15 12:23 pm (UTC)for maximum brain breakage, 'Warp needs to send: Humble plant, Clotbur, Hyacinth (purple), Gladioli and Jonquil. Which, if I read my flowers right, says: "I'm miserable that I am such an oaf, please forgive me. I'm being sincere, please return my affections"Also I see that Prowl and Starscream get along quite well, for given degrees of getting along (so how are you planning to make this up to Jazz, again? XD), and Bluestreak & TC are cute (also possessive twins ftw!)
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Date: 2009-04-15 02:46 pm (UTC)I can't help it. Anything with Bluestreak goes cute in 10 seconds flat.
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Date: 2009-04-16 06:04 am (UTC)Smokescreen/Skywarp? Let's just say I'm glad not everyone is having smooth sailing given that it's not likely that everyone is going to give up their grudges and personal demons right away - even if it is for sex. ;)
I loved the letters Starscream keeps sending Prowl and now I want to read Prowl's answers too! I have to say I'm not terribly fond of Prowl/Jazz so Prowl/Starscream works perfectly well for me. I do have to wonder if the real reason Starscream is putting this off is because he's got cold feet. XD
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Date: 2009-04-16 04:13 pm (UTC)