Mission - Hide and Seek (Part 2)
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ante_luceTitle: Mission - Hide and Seek (Part 2)
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Ops mechs. Tactician mechs. Elita. Arcee. Femmes. Plot!OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“Slag, I’m beat.”
The rest of the mechs in the room murmured agreement, one snickering lightly as he added.
“Yeah, they are quite persistent, aren’t they? This was fun though.”
“Says you. You got tackled by femmes how many times this week?” Bluestreak chuckled nervously at the looks directed at him.
“Um. I dunno exactly, kinda lost count after a while.”
“You’re a lucky fragger, you and Smokescreen.”
The grey Datsun ducked his head in embarrassment, then queried in return. “Didn’t you have Moonracer trying to seduce you into telling her where Prowl was? She was in your lap and everything.”
Trailbreaker winced, unconsciously rubbing his midsection. “She also had a hand in my internals, threatening to remove them with extreme prejudice.”
His audience burst out into laughter, Hound and Mirage (the blue spy having finally gotten over his trauma thanks to the enthusiastic efforts of both holographer and defence tactician) pressing a little closer to ‘comfort’ him.
“Want us to kiss it better, ‘Breaker?”
“Later, my room.” The black mech grinned and Bumblebee snorted at the three before asking the others.
“Did you hear Jumpstart ask Prime if he would ‘fragging order his fragging SIC to stay still for one fragging breem’?”
“I nearly deactivated myself trying not to laugh.”
“Prime nearly deactivated himself trying not to laugh.”
“So, any idea where Prowl’s holed up this time?”
Smokescreen answered, smirking. “Jazz’s quarters. I wouldn’t go looking for him. In addition to our dear Head of Spec Op’s very non-regulation lock, last I heard, Arcee was going to add her own do-not-disturb touches.”
“Not to mention what an annoyed top tactician-bot is going to be capable of after being hunted all over the Ark by those femmes.” Hound drawled, and the yellow scout sighed.
“Primus, I still can’t wrap my processors around it. Wonder what the rest of the base is thinking.”
“Probably frying circuits wondering how in the name of Primus Officer Tight Aft gets the femmes all hot and bothered without even trying.”
“Or noticing. Prowl’s good at playing ‘coolant runs through my energon lines’.”
“You mean it doesn’t?” More laughter, and the Jeep agreed with the sentiment.
“Tell me about it. If I hadn’t run into him back in the Academy, I’d be just as fritzed as ‘Bee here.”
“Ooh, do tell.”
“Yes, Hound, do enlighten us.”
“Aw, ‘Raj, no need to be jealous, I’m sure Prowl wouldn’t mind if you wanted-” The Ligier huffed, cutting the green mech off while trying and failing to hide his smile, then smacking the tracker on the arm in retaliation when Hound chuckled at him.
“Just get on with it already.”
The tracker grinned. “Well, there was an accident in the mess hall, you see…”
= = =
Over on the other side of the Ark, a group of femmes stirred restlessly in the little common room adjoining their temporary quarters. Elita-1 had been gone for a while now, and they were growing concerned (they were also curious, but curiosity had gotten them into trouble once already, and so they were not about to admit to the notion a second time). The door slid open, and they immediately clustered around the two femmes who entered.
“Arcee?”
“Where were you?”
“We haven’t seen you at all today.”
Elita sighed, looking everywhere but at the smaller pink femme, whose faceplates slowly stretched into an unmistakeably satiated grin. Realisation dawned on the rest and one exclaimed.
“With him?! How?!”
“Oh honestly, you can’t be that sheltered.” Arcee replied, then giggled at their expressions. “What? I was in Ops before I joined this squad, remember? I must say though, the mech’s still the best ‘face this side of the galaxy.” Her smirk widened at their stunned faces.
“And paired with Jazz? Especially after he made Prowl put away the reports to give us his complete attention? I’m surprised I’m able to make it here under my own power. ‘Course, the three of us did get some recharge in after, so that probably helped.” Arcee purred, sauntering through the room and arranging herself in a relaxed, strutless manner on the couch.
There was much stunned spluttering as Elita sighed again, the other femme winking at her playfully. “You know, you could have waited a little longer, Elita. Prowl needs what rest we can get him to take, silly overworking mech that he is. Or were you hoping to catch a glimpse of the action?”
The femme commander was spared having to respond when Firestar asked. “Prowl does reports during interface?”
“Sometimes.” Arcee giggled again at their gapes. “Oh, it’s not unexpected. Prowl’s a busy mech, especially when he has to avoid certain individuals. So I don’t mind if he multitasks. Doesn’t make the overloads he can dish out any less CPU melting.”
As Elita muttered something about ‘overshare’, another of their number got over the processor fritz long enough to ask, sounding hesitant. “Elita? Did Prowl accept the apology?”
“He did.” There was a sigh of relief from the femmes, and the speaker asked again. “Did he… say anything else?”
The taller femme nodded, then tilted her helm back, recalling the tactician’s words. Looking at her femmes, she smirked.
“He told me to tell you lot that, and I quote, ‘Downshift was the absolute lousiest ‘face he’d ever had the misfortune to run across, a weak connector with no stamina, and if the fate of Cybertron itself depended on their coupling again, Cybertron would just have to take care of itself’.”
The mech, listening in on the discussion from the relative safety of his room, squawked in outrage as his brother buried his face in his arm to muffle his snickers, only to shout as well when Elita continued, a knowing smirk on her faceplates.
“And since he’s Downshift’s co-creation, logically, Glyph would be just as awful.”
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Ops mechs. Tactician mechs. Elita. Arcee. Femmes. Plot!OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“Slag, I’m beat.”
The rest of the mechs in the room murmured agreement, one snickering lightly as he added.
“Yeah, they are quite persistent, aren’t they? This was fun though.”
“Says you. You got tackled by femmes how many times this week?” Bluestreak chuckled nervously at the looks directed at him.
“Um. I dunno exactly, kinda lost count after a while.”
“You’re a lucky fragger, you and Smokescreen.”
The grey Datsun ducked his head in embarrassment, then queried in return. “Didn’t you have Moonracer trying to seduce you into telling her where Prowl was? She was in your lap and everything.”
Trailbreaker winced, unconsciously rubbing his midsection. “She also had a hand in my internals, threatening to remove them with extreme prejudice.”
His audience burst out into laughter, Hound and Mirage (the blue spy having finally gotten over his trauma thanks to the enthusiastic efforts of both holographer and defence tactician) pressing a little closer to ‘comfort’ him.
“Want us to kiss it better, ‘Breaker?”
“Later, my room.” The black mech grinned and Bumblebee snorted at the three before asking the others.
“Did you hear Jumpstart ask Prime if he would ‘fragging order his fragging SIC to stay still for one fragging breem’?”
“I nearly deactivated myself trying not to laugh.”
“Prime nearly deactivated himself trying not to laugh.”
“So, any idea where Prowl’s holed up this time?”
Smokescreen answered, smirking. “Jazz’s quarters. I wouldn’t go looking for him. In addition to our dear Head of Spec Op’s very non-regulation lock, last I heard, Arcee was going to add her own do-not-disturb touches.”
“Not to mention what an annoyed top tactician-bot is going to be capable of after being hunted all over the Ark by those femmes.” Hound drawled, and the yellow scout sighed.
“Primus, I still can’t wrap my processors around it. Wonder what the rest of the base is thinking.”
“Probably frying circuits wondering how in the name of Primus Officer Tight Aft gets the femmes all hot and bothered without even trying.”
“Or noticing. Prowl’s good at playing ‘coolant runs through my energon lines’.”
“You mean it doesn’t?” More laughter, and the Jeep agreed with the sentiment.
“Tell me about it. If I hadn’t run into him back in the Academy, I’d be just as fritzed as ‘Bee here.”
“Ooh, do tell.”
“Yes, Hound, do enlighten us.”
“Aw, ‘Raj, no need to be jealous, I’m sure Prowl wouldn’t mind if you wanted-” The Ligier huffed, cutting the green mech off while trying and failing to hide his smile, then smacking the tracker on the arm in retaliation when Hound chuckled at him.
“Just get on with it already.”
The tracker grinned. “Well, there was an accident in the mess hall, you see…”
= = =
Over on the other side of the Ark, a group of femmes stirred restlessly in the little common room adjoining their temporary quarters. Elita-1 had been gone for a while now, and they were growing concerned (they were also curious, but curiosity had gotten them into trouble once already, and so they were not about to admit to the notion a second time). The door slid open, and they immediately clustered around the two femmes who entered.
“Arcee?”
“Where were you?”
“We haven’t seen you at all today.”
Elita sighed, looking everywhere but at the smaller pink femme, whose faceplates slowly stretched into an unmistakeably satiated grin. Realisation dawned on the rest and one exclaimed.
“With him?! How?!”
“Oh honestly, you can’t be that sheltered.” Arcee replied, then giggled at their expressions. “What? I was in Ops before I joined this squad, remember? I must say though, the mech’s still the best ‘face this side of the galaxy.” Her smirk widened at their stunned faces.
“And paired with Jazz? Especially after he made Prowl put away the reports to give us his complete attention? I’m surprised I’m able to make it here under my own power. ‘Course, the three of us did get some recharge in after, so that probably helped.” Arcee purred, sauntering through the room and arranging herself in a relaxed, strutless manner on the couch.
There was much stunned spluttering as Elita sighed again, the other femme winking at her playfully. “You know, you could have waited a little longer, Elita. Prowl needs what rest we can get him to take, silly overworking mech that he is. Or were you hoping to catch a glimpse of the action?”
The femme commander was spared having to respond when Firestar asked. “Prowl does reports during interface?”
“Sometimes.” Arcee giggled again at their gapes. “Oh, it’s not unexpected. Prowl’s a busy mech, especially when he has to avoid certain individuals. So I don’t mind if he multitasks. Doesn’t make the overloads he can dish out any less CPU melting.”
As Elita muttered something about ‘overshare’, another of their number got over the processor fritz long enough to ask, sounding hesitant. “Elita? Did Prowl accept the apology?”
“He did.” There was a sigh of relief from the femmes, and the speaker asked again. “Did he… say anything else?”
The taller femme nodded, then tilted her helm back, recalling the tactician’s words. Looking at her femmes, she smirked.
“He told me to tell you lot that, and I quote, ‘Downshift was the absolute lousiest ‘face he’d ever had the misfortune to run across, a weak connector with no stamina, and if the fate of Cybertron itself depended on their coupling again, Cybertron would just have to take care of itself’.”
The mech, listening in on the discussion from the relative safety of his room, squawked in outrage as his brother buried his face in his arm to muffle his snickers, only to shout as well when Elita continued, a knowing smirk on her faceplates.
“And since he’s Downshift’s co-creation, logically, Glyph would be just as awful.”
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Date: 2009-07-25 03:12 pm (UTC)"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! *choke**gasp*"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!*weezes*
Sadly, I think that's all you're going to get as a review.
Maybe if I try again later....hmm...
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Date: 2009-07-25 03:22 pm (UTC)I'm sorry, I can't think of anything else to say! Wonderful fic... *collapses in more hysterics*
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Date: 2009-07-25 03:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-07-25 04:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-25 06:54 pm (UTC)*giggles madly*
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Date: 2009-07-25 06:55 pm (UTC)BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Downshift: So...
Random Femme: Not interested. We heard the rumors.
Glyph: Darn it! We haven't picked up a single mech or femme for the past 10 vorns! *curses Prowl*
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Date: 2009-07-25 07:29 pm (UTC)OMG the mental image of Prowl doing paperwork while turning other bots into mush with his sexing is ghyaaaa !!
Makes me wonder what would happen if the Cons find out (why do I have the feeling that Soundwave would no longer allow his cassettes to spy on the Tactican? And Skywarp would pop up whereever Prowl is, begging him to teach him his technincs and Megatron would be put out by the fact that everybot claims that Prowl is the best 'face this side of the galaxy... and Starscream would laugh....)
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Date: 2009-07-25 08:39 pm (UTC)Megatron: Soundwave! Whats wrong with your cassetticons?
Soundwave: Problem: Unkown, Cause: Spying on Autobot tactician
Lazerbeak and Buzzsaw: Melted at the sight of Prowl giving an overload
You know it can happen. He did it before!
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Date: 2009-07-26 02:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-26 02:46 am (UTC)OH SNAP!!!
BUAHAHAHAHAHA
And Arcee's playing she got 'em both - ROFL
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Date: 2009-07-26 03:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-26 03:19 pm (UTC)*giggles*
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Date: 2009-07-26 03:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-07-27 01:51 pm (UTC)Prowl was amazing, as usual. And that's saying something, since he didn't make a single appearance this time. :)
Whirlwind
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Date: 2009-07-27 02:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-08 01:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-07-08 03:34 am (UTC)I imagine it was some variation/combination of 'I- Bwa- w- WHAT', blank staring, and the disturbed/horrified realization that was actually kind of hot. XD
...oh god, now I want to write this. *prods bunny with a stick* I have enough fics to re-write after my computer blew up!
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Date: 2010-07-08 03:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-08 03:40 am (UTC)Still have no idea how or why it did that.
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Date: 2010-07-08 03:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-08 03:53 am (UTC)The whole thing was rather funny once I wasn't bleeding and in a whole lot of pain anymore.
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Date: 2010-07-30 04:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-30 04:37 am (UTC)