ante_luce | Autobot!seekers, the fic

Here, have a random seeker ficbit, spurred by all the Autobot!seekers I've been drawing this week.

Title: Dethronement
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing. Crack.

It had been the usual sort of day for Prowl. Online, refuel, calm Red Alert down when some small (or not so small) furry creature tripped one of the sensors, do paperwork, work on the next battle strategy, have a meeting with Prime, calm Red Alert again when Sideswipe or one of the other pranksters set him off, more paperwork, more tactics, a Decepticon attack to break up the monotony, roll out to the sound of their security director’s ‘I told you so!’, test out that new battle plan, rework it as needed, pause as all on the field observed Megatron’s shiny new weapon of the week and contemplated if the mech was compensating for something, avoid being hit by said weapon of the week (henceforth referred to as WotW) until one of the science mechs figured out what it did and how to counter it or one of their own managed to blow it up, keep Optimus from heroically sacrificing himself to destroy the WotW in the meantime, beat the Decepticons and go home to refuel, wrap up the battle report and get some recharge.

This time, however, the routine was interrupted by Optimus outmanoeuvring the rest of the Autobots, prompting an exasperated look from both he and Jazz before Second and Third leapt at their leader to shove him out of the way of the WotW’s beam, getting caught in the process. Then, when the Prime tried to come to their aid, Mirage and Bluestreak had to repeat the gesture, up to and including the getting caught portion. As did Smokescreen and Bumblebee (at this point, Ratchet chucked a wrench at the Autobot Commander and ordered him to stay on the sidelines until the fragging WotW was dealt with).

Thankfully, the WotW didn’t kill them, only blinded them temporarily due to the brightness of the beam. When Prowl rebooted his optics however, it was to bewildered expressions and an odd, restless sensation. Upon closer examination, he realised that his familiar Datsun based chassis, with its doorwings and wheels, was replaced with one more commonly seen wearing Decepticon symbols. Rebooting his optics again, he glanced at the other mechs who’d also been affected, and noted that they, although clearly recognisable as his comrades and friends, were all now seeker framed, sleek and bright (and attractive, if the sounds of the Decepticon seekers' engines were anything to go by).

The Decepticons were no less stunned, all their seekers staring as Jazz, ever quick to adapt, stretched out lithely in his new form, then took flight, testing it. With a smirk, the no-longer-a-Porsche beckoned to the Autobot now-seekers, and with a sigh, Prowl joined him in the air, followed by the remaining new fliers. Jazz grinned, Bumblebee and Bluestreak matching him for sheer square acreage of smile, Mirage looking curiously smug, Smokescreen smirking at the seekers eyeing him with slack jaws and thrumming engines, and all of them preening before an increasingly glowering Starscream.

Soundwave then intoned, to the sound of hysterical laughter from both Autobot and Decepticon, voice ever so slightly departing from its usual expressionlessness to sound faintly amused, “Starscream: No longer the prettiest.”