![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ante_luceTitle: ((Be very, very quiet, I'm huntin' title!bunnies. So many to consider...))
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Mirage. Prowl. Smokescreen.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Mirage stopped in the middle of the hallway (and in the middle of his conversation with Bumblebee), a stunned look on his faceplates as Prowl walked by, prompting a curious look from the yellow mech.
“Mirage?”
“I apologise, Bumblebee. Can we continue this later? There’s something I need to speak to Prowl about.”
At the scout’s puzzled assent, the Ligier was moving briskly down the corridor, catching up with the black and white mech just as he opened the door to his office.
“Prowl, sir...”
“Yes, Mirage?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it and motioned for the tactician to enter the room proper first. Once the door slid shut, Mirage locked it and faced the Datsun.
“I couldn’t help but notice… Um…” The blue mech shifted awkwardly, and Prowl took pity on the spy and his discomfited expression.
“It’s alright. I know what’s happening to me.”
Mirage actually sagged in relief. “Thank Primus. I had no idea how to say it.”
“Yet you still made the attempt to inform me. Thank you.”
“I don’t understand. How is it that a grown mech is going through… this?”
“When the Decepticon uprising gained serious momentum, it was a common practice for younglings to upgrade early to adult frames for their own protection. I was one of them.” Doorwings flicked in a matter of fact manner, and Mirage stared at the tactician.
“But, if this is only occuring now, then...”
“I was the youngest of those who went through the process. There was some debate over my case, but in the end…” The Datsun gestured at himself with a shrug.
The spy shuttered his optics, gritting his denta. “This hateful conflict has taken so much from us. You should have had a chance to grow up at your own pace.”
Prowl sighed. “Some things cannot be helped.”
“How can you endure it? All that loss, Praxus, Sentinel, Cybertron, in addition to the damage that must have been done to you, a youngling spark forced to run with adult systems and programming before you needed it?”
“I have two brothers who have thrown their whole selves into mitigating the effects of the process, and I know the procedure gave me a better chance of surviving the war. Mirage.” A white hand laid itself on the Ligier’s shoulder. “I choose to dwell on what I’ve received, rather than what I’ve lost. It doesn’t make things easier, but it makes them bearable.”
The blue mech sighed, taking the SIC’s hand and staring at it.
“Please be careful, Prowl. Even in the Towers, this time was considered a precarious one. And it is especially so for you now. And… Oh Primus.” Mirage looked up at the chevroned mech, optics panicked. “I’ll speak to him. No wonder you never… You didn’t know!”
“I did know.” At the flabbergasted look he received, the tactician huffed air in amusement. “Honestly, why does everyone think me so unaware of such things?”
“But you never react to it!”
“I did not respond because it would have been unwise for me to. My mental development, regarding such matters, at least, had not progressed to the point where I was comfortable with doing so. But younglings do grow up eventually and now, I believe it is time for me to… hmm. ‘Retaliate’ sounds about right, don’t you think?”
Prowl smirked, and Mirage wondered if he should talk to the other mech anyway, if only to warn him. The Datsun’s pointed look put paid to that notion immediately, and the spy nodded meekly at the unspoken order. The mech was on his own.
= = =
“Smokescreen, stop hovering.”
“I can’t help it!”
“I can’t do my job effectively if you insist on standing between me and the rest of the battle.”
Their conversation was interrupted by Thundercracker landing in front of them, and for a moment both Datsuns concentrated on neutralising their opponent. Or rather, triggering the tactical programs that would anticipate and counter the seeker’s movements so they could return their focus to their discussion.
“Prowl, you shouldn’t be here. Why didn’t you get Ratchet to take you off the battle roster?!”
“It’s a natural process. It does not impede my ability to function as a tactician, and thus my place is where I am needed, on the field.”
“But, Prowl!”
The yellow chevroned mech swung his weapon up to fend off a strike, and his black and white sibling slid under his arms to ‘convince’ Thundercracker to get away from the other Datsun. The movement brought Prowl too close to the Decepticon for Smokescreen’s comfort, and he made to yank the other tactician back, only to watch, dumbfounded, as the flier went still, staring down at the Autobot pointing a rifle at his cockpit.
The seeker inhaled, then reached out to caress a red chevron, and Prowl took advantage of the mech’s distraction to shoot him, right before his brother bellowed in incoherent rage and knocked the flier offline. The SIC raised an optic ridge at the diversionary tactician, and Smokescreen growled.
“See?!”
Prowl sighed and looked up at the sky, scanning it for the next seeker that might head their way. “So I should probably stay downwind of our troops, but it’s remarkably useful as a distraction tactic.”
“Argh!”
“Smokescreen, look that way for a moment.”
“Oh, you have got to be kiddin- Frag, my optics!”
“I told you to look away.”
“Primus help me. The next few days are going to be the Pit on my sanity, if it even survives this battle.”
And yes, #3 was the lie. Though I've been called 'sir' to my face so many times, it might as well be a truth ;P
As for chicken embryo head, sadly, when I went looking for it to get a picture to put here, I found my folks had gotten over the 'eeww!' long enough to throw it away. This is what happens when you leave home for two years to study. People chuck your stuff out. Ah well.
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Mirage. Prowl. Smokescreen.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Mirage stopped in the middle of the hallway (and in the middle of his conversation with Bumblebee), a stunned look on his faceplates as Prowl walked by, prompting a curious look from the yellow mech.
“Mirage?”
“I apologise, Bumblebee. Can we continue this later? There’s something I need to speak to Prowl about.”
At the scout’s puzzled assent, the Ligier was moving briskly down the corridor, catching up with the black and white mech just as he opened the door to his office.
“Prowl, sir...”
“Yes, Mirage?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it and motioned for the tactician to enter the room proper first. Once the door slid shut, Mirage locked it and faced the Datsun.
“I couldn’t help but notice… Um…” The blue mech shifted awkwardly, and Prowl took pity on the spy and his discomfited expression.
“It’s alright. I know what’s happening to me.”
Mirage actually sagged in relief. “Thank Primus. I had no idea how to say it.”
“Yet you still made the attempt to inform me. Thank you.”
“I don’t understand. How is it that a grown mech is going through… this?”
“When the Decepticon uprising gained serious momentum, it was a common practice for younglings to upgrade early to adult frames for their own protection. I was one of them.” Doorwings flicked in a matter of fact manner, and Mirage stared at the tactician.
“But, if this is only occuring now, then...”
“I was the youngest of those who went through the process. There was some debate over my case, but in the end…” The Datsun gestured at himself with a shrug.
The spy shuttered his optics, gritting his denta. “This hateful conflict has taken so much from us. You should have had a chance to grow up at your own pace.”
Prowl sighed. “Some things cannot be helped.”
“How can you endure it? All that loss, Praxus, Sentinel, Cybertron, in addition to the damage that must have been done to you, a youngling spark forced to run with adult systems and programming before you needed it?”
“I have two brothers who have thrown their whole selves into mitigating the effects of the process, and I know the procedure gave me a better chance of surviving the war. Mirage.” A white hand laid itself on the Ligier’s shoulder. “I choose to dwell on what I’ve received, rather than what I’ve lost. It doesn’t make things easier, but it makes them bearable.”
The blue mech sighed, taking the SIC’s hand and staring at it.
“Please be careful, Prowl. Even in the Towers, this time was considered a precarious one. And it is especially so for you now. And… Oh Primus.” Mirage looked up at the chevroned mech, optics panicked. “I’ll speak to him. No wonder you never… You didn’t know!”
“I did know.” At the flabbergasted look he received, the tactician huffed air in amusement. “Honestly, why does everyone think me so unaware of such things?”
“But you never react to it!”
“I did not respond because it would have been unwise for me to. My mental development, regarding such matters, at least, had not progressed to the point where I was comfortable with doing so. But younglings do grow up eventually and now, I believe it is time for me to… hmm. ‘Retaliate’ sounds about right, don’t you think?”
Prowl smirked, and Mirage wondered if he should talk to the other mech anyway, if only to warn him. The Datsun’s pointed look put paid to that notion immediately, and the spy nodded meekly at the unspoken order. The mech was on his own.
= = =
“Smokescreen, stop hovering.”
“I can’t help it!”
“I can’t do my job effectively if you insist on standing between me and the rest of the battle.”
Their conversation was interrupted by Thundercracker landing in front of them, and for a moment both Datsuns concentrated on neutralising their opponent. Or rather, triggering the tactical programs that would anticipate and counter the seeker’s movements so they could return their focus to their discussion.
“Prowl, you shouldn’t be here. Why didn’t you get Ratchet to take you off the battle roster?!”
“It’s a natural process. It does not impede my ability to function as a tactician, and thus my place is where I am needed, on the field.”
“But, Prowl!”
The yellow chevroned mech swung his weapon up to fend off a strike, and his black and white sibling slid under his arms to ‘convince’ Thundercracker to get away from the other Datsun. The movement brought Prowl too close to the Decepticon for Smokescreen’s comfort, and he made to yank the other tactician back, only to watch, dumbfounded, as the flier went still, staring down at the Autobot pointing a rifle at his cockpit.
The seeker inhaled, then reached out to caress a red chevron, and Prowl took advantage of the mech’s distraction to shoot him, right before his brother bellowed in incoherent rage and knocked the flier offline. The SIC raised an optic ridge at the diversionary tactician, and Smokescreen growled.
“See?!”
Prowl sighed and looked up at the sky, scanning it for the next seeker that might head their way. “So I should probably stay downwind of our troops, but it’s remarkably useful as a distraction tactic.”
“Argh!”
“Smokescreen, look that way for a moment.”
“Oh, you have got to be kiddin- Frag, my optics!”
“I told you to look away.”
“Primus help me. The next few days are going to be the Pit on my sanity, if it even survives this battle.”
And yes, #3 was the lie. Though I've been called 'sir' to my face so many times, it might as well be a truth ;P
As for chicken embryo head, sadly, when I went looking for it to get a picture to put here, I found my folks had gotten over the 'eeww!' long enough to throw it away. This is what happens when you leave home for two years to study. People chuck your stuff out. Ah well.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 10:08 am (UTC)It makes me happy these bunnies hit you at work because they come just in time for me. (It is 8pm where I am. Go Australia!)
Are you in a different timezone to me or do you just have late working times?
*laugh* “So I should probably stay downwind of our troops, but it’s remarkably useful as a distraction tactic.” FTW
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 10:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 06:45 pm (UTC)I'm in a different timezone. Singapore is at +8:00 GMT.
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 12:22 pm (UTC)D
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 06:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 01:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 06:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-16 01:32 am (UTC)And I see Smokescreen needing lots of ranting and 'hands off my little brother you fraggers!' in the air
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-16 08:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 01:48 pm (UTC)And Smokey is gonna have to drag him back to base before he really gets attacked by a Con...!
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 06:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 02:49 pm (UTC)I told you this would certainly change the way battles were fought! ZOMG, I'm dying of laughter here! Poor Smokey, he's going to need bleach for his CPU after this.
Mirage was certainly a sweetie for wanting to tell Prowl what was going on, but I feel sorrier and sorrier for Jazz - he's really not going to know what hit him, is he?
How's the title-hunting going?
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 06:40 pm (UTC)Title hunting is going... to drive me nuts. Upon which I will probably get bit by plot!squirrels in addition to the bunnies. TT_TT
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 02:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 06:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 03:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-14 06:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-15 02:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-15 07:55 am (UTC)<3
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-17 02:56 am (UTC)Ach! I can't believe they threw away your chicken embryo head! I have a frog with extra legs in a jar, myself.
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-17 09:51 am (UTC)I miss my weird things. My current collection is rather lackluster. Ah, to be a student with access to odd dissection samples again...
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-17 05:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-18 02:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-25 07:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-26 10:13 am (UTC)^_^
(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-13 08:06 am (UTC)This verse=Epic Win
(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-15 09:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-15 05:21 pm (UTC)Its hilarious.