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3.What exactly does the team Prowl and co. got assigned to do? (They apparently 'find' information on request, explore isolated and possibly illegal science labs, AND shoot things. Are they some sort of detached police unit or something?)
It was the squawk that drew their attention. Looking up from the vid game they were playing, Sideswipe beamed when he caught sight of the two men in the doorway, one pushing the other’s head aside at an awkward angle to improve his field of view, and dropped his controller as he bounced to his feet. Bee sighed, but paused the game as Sunstreaker rose as well, moving to stand behind his brother.
The first man smirked at the other, a broad shouldered man with a red visor who was rubbing his neck with a sore expression, then sauntered into the room, calling out a greeting to the twins and Bumblebee. When Bluestreak edged out from behind Sunstreaker’s back to get a proper look at the newcomers, the man’s smile widened.
“Oh, hi. You’re a new face. Oi, Sideswipe, make with the introductions, kid.”
The young man rolled his eyes, but obliged, gesturing to the redhead. “Twin Twist, this is Bluestreak, he joined us a couple of months ago, along with his brothers.”
“Oh? Another whizkid like Bee there, I presume. I mean, your outfit doesn’t just take anyone, y’know?” The man sighed dramatically. “And you get first dibs on the best too. Makes recruiting for the rest of us a real drag, I tell you.”
“So, what does he do?” The man who’d been rubbing his neck asked as he drew closer. Sunstreaker frowned at him, and he raised his hands in surrender. “Just asking.”
“You’re never ‘just asking’, Sandstorm. How many times have the Wreckers tried to poach me and Sideswipe now?”
“Twenty six. I still don’t get why you’re dragging your heels, Sunstreaker. We’re almost as well kitted out as Optimus’s team is.”
“Key word being almost.”
“We also have a lot more leeway than you’re allowed when it comes to carrying out jobs. But hey, you like your cushy spot as government dogs, fine by me. Don’t complain if the leash gets yanked a little tight.”
“That ‘leash’ comes with access to the best tech. I’d say it’s a fair trade.”
“That’s because the military don’t want their soldiers getting effed up by new stuff, particularly since Wheeljack’s mistakes tend to… explode. But field testing with mercenaries is just fine, isn’t it?”
“Oh, we’re not reckless enough to try out anything without putting it through the wringer first. But hey, you like hanging around waiting for scraps, fine by me. Don’t complain about being second best.”
As the pair squabbled, Bluestreak looked at the first man and tugged on his shirt to get his attention. When Twin Twist had turned to look at him, the redhead asked.
“So, they do this often, I take it?”
“Oh yeah. Every time we come over. So, what do you do here?”
“He’s a crack shot.” Sideswipe chimed in, waving off Bluestreak’s protests airily. “Serious, you should see him in the firing range. Kicked my ass six ways to Sunday and other such sayings.”
“Huh, impressive.”
“It’s not, really, I-”
“Smokescreen, I don’t see why you always have to ask me what missions are coming up next. You’ll find out when they brief us anyway.”
Twin Twist watched in interest when Bluestreak cut himself off, bounding over to the two men who’d just entered. They had to be the young redhead’s brothers, they looked too similar to be anyone else. The blond was grinning at the dark haired man’s dry look.
“But between all the helping out you do for Magnus and your analytical shit, you pretty much always know what they’re gonna throw at Optimus before he does. And I like to be prepared. Nothing sucks like having to cancel a date last minute.”
“There’s nothing planned, Smokescreen.” There was an almost aggravated sigh from the man, and Smokescreen smirked at him.
“Well Prowl, if they were planning the kind of slag this outfit gets into, we’d have a bigger problem than just keeping their behinds intact. Not that that isn’t already a full time job and a half, even for the likes of us, mind you. Is it too much to ask for a heads up if we’re going to have to scramble?”
The brunet shook his head, caving. “I have heard nothing of note in the past fourteen hours, and barring anything unusual occurring-”
“You mean we’ve got a free day? That’s great!” The two newcomers focused on Bluestreak now, Smokescreen smiling fondly at the redhead, Prowl with a similar (but more subtle) expression.
“Yeah, if our luck holds.” Sideswipe ruffled an already tousled mop of red hair, and Bluestreak batted at him in an attempt to get away.
“Quit it, or the next time you get me to help you with those ridiculous red streaks of yours, I’m accidentally making them orange.”
Sideswipe reached up to cover his head protectively. “Hey, no messing with the dye job.”
“I’ll make Sunstreaker’s green and blame you.” Bluestreak added, a threatening gleam in his eyes and the other young man flailed in exaggerated surrender.
“Alright, alright! You win. Anyway, it looks like we can go see that new movie today.”
“What, Bee hasn’t ripped it yet?” Smokescreen raised an eyebrow, and both Bee and Sideswipe shrugged.
“There are some movies you just have to watch on a big-ass screen in an actual movie theatre. Besides, Bluestreak’s never been to one.”
“Who else will be going?” Prowl took up the questioning now. The young man glanced over his shoulder at the still bickering pair, then turned back to face the brunet.
“Last count we had Blue’, me, my brother, once he’s done with Sandstorm-”
//I'm going to the movies, the dollar fifty movies. A dollar fifty that ain't a lot. I'm going to the movies, the dollar fifty movies. A dollar fifty's all that I've got.//
Sideswipe laughed, slinging an arm around the thin teenager who’d just provided the musical interlude. “And Bee. Jazz too, which reminds me, someone’s got to tell him. Think you can hunt him down, Bee?”
Bee nodded, and hurried out of the room as Smokescreen chuckled. “Sounds like you guys are gonna have fun.”
“Then it’s a good thing that you will be joining them.” Prowl said, tone exceedingly matter of fact.
“Wait, what?!”
The protests were immediate, and the brunet gazed levelly at Smokescreen. “With the amount of trouble they are capable of getting into, you are going along to keep an eye on them.” Then he turned to Sideswipe and added, manner pleasant and innocuous. “Or perhaps you think I would be a more effective chaperone? I’m sure Smokescreen wouldn’t mind taking these over for me just this once.”
He indicated the stack of files in his arms and they immediately capitulated.
“No, we’re good; welcome aboard, Smokey.”
“I’ve been meaning to get out of the base for a while now anyway.”
“Wow. Wish I could do that. You have no idea what it’s like riding herd on my bunch of headcases.” The Wrecker sounded impressed, and Prowl glanced at him next.
“My sympathies. And you are?”
“Twin Twist. The ogre in the corner swapping insults with Sunstreaker is Sandstorm. We’re with the Wreckers.”
Smokescreen snapped out of his pretend funk to look interested. “Oh, Springer’s group? Isn’t he meeting with Optimus now, Prowl?”
The brunet nodded, and Twin Twist sighed, sounding a little resigned. “Our reputation precedes us. I’m not always certain if that’s a good thing, but hey, free advertising.”
Bluestreak had tilted his head to one side, expression distant, accessing the database for the Wrecker’s files. “Aren’t there more of you though?”
“Springer’s discussing something with Optimus right now. Whirl’s with him, the rest didn’t see the need to tag along. We just came to visit our favourite competitors.” Twin Twist answered, and the redhead nodded, then brightened as an idea occurred to him.
“Why don’t you come with us to the movie? If you’ve got nothing else to do, that is.”
“I’m free, Sandstorm should be too. Let me just check in with Springer and we should be good to go. Hey Prowl, you know if they’re done yet?” He smirked at the dark headed man, getting an exasperated look in return as Smokescreen laughed at his brother and Bluestreak grinned.
“We’re done.” They turned to see Optimus in the doorway, Springer and Whirl right behind him. The tall man looked weary, prompting concerned looks from his subordinates. Sideswipe nudged Bluestreak not so discretely, and the redhead moved over to ask if he was alright. Optimus’s reply that he was fine was automatic and unconvincing, and Bluestreak frowned, resting the back of a hand on the preoccupied man’s forehead (prompting a number of hidden smiles from their audience), causing Optimus to look at him and then jolt as if startled to see the redhead.
“I’m fine, Bluestreak. Thanks.” He tried again, and Bluestreak withdrew his hand, clearly sceptical as he swept an assessing look over the man’s drained expression.
“Look, I don’t see why you can’t lend one to us for a few days!” Whirl still had plenty of fight in him though. Optimus gritted his teeth briefly before replying.
“We’ve been over this. I cannot agree to your request.”
“What, you need to get permission from whoever really owns the damn things before you loan one out? Fine. One day, that’s all we need. If you don’t tell them, they won’t know, right?”
“Drop it, Whirl.” Optimus growled, low and dangerous. The others went still at the man’s uncharacteristic behaviour, but Whirl didn’t seem to notice.
“What? We’ll be careful with it. I don’t see what’s the issue. You’ve got three of CyberCorp’s fancy new tactical A.I.s. The files say one’s for defence, one’s for offence, and one’s an unspecified unit. We could pack that one up and cart it over to our digs, bung in the parameters, get the analysis and have it back in no time at all. Heck, if you’re worried about our data clogging up the ruddy thing, we’ll even wipe it for you first.”
A soft, apprehensive sound drew their attention, and it was then that the Wreckers realised Bluestreak was backing away from them warily. Smokescreen had moved to rest a hand on the redhead’s shoulder, and Prowl was standing between his brothers and the rest of the room. Sunstreaker had dropped his argument with Sandstorm the moment Whirl had run his mouth, and was now flanking the brunet along with his twin, further shielding the other two from view.
“It’s alright, Bluestreak.”
“They’re gonna take me away!”
The redhead pressed against the blond, eyes wide as Smokescreen tried to reassure his brother. “They can’t. I promise.”
Prowl glanced at them, communicating something in that silent look that had them both nodding before he turned back to face the Wreckers, glaring icily at the four.
“Bluestreak’s an A.I.?!” Twin Twist finally blurted out, and Prowl answered, eerily calm even as the other two androids left the area.
“As am I and Smokescreen.” The A.I. directed his next statement to Optimus. “If you’ll excuse me, sir, I need to see to my brother.”
“Of course, Prowl. Go on.” Optimus sighed, and the brunet left, striding briskly away from the room. He then fixed a look on his stunned visitors and spoke.
“Gentlemen. As you can see, I do not have the authority to ‘lend’ these individuals ‘out’. If you ask them and they choose to aid you, then that will be their decision. But I suggest you grovel.”
silvane91: 3.What exactly does the team Prowl and co. got assigned to do? (They apparently 'find' information on request, explore isolated and possibly illegal science labs, AND shoot things. Are they some sort of detached police unit or something?)
It was the squawk that drew their attention. Looking up from the vid game they were playing, Sideswipe beamed when he caught sight of the two men in the doorway, one pushing the other’s head aside at an awkward angle to improve his field of view, and dropped his controller as he bounced to his feet. Bee sighed, but paused the game as Sunstreaker rose as well, moving to stand behind his brother.
The first man smirked at the other, a broad shouldered man with a red visor who was rubbing his neck with a sore expression, then sauntered into the room, calling out a greeting to the twins and Bumblebee. When Bluestreak edged out from behind Sunstreaker’s back to get a proper look at the newcomers, the man’s smile widened.
“Oh, hi. You’re a new face. Oi, Sideswipe, make with the introductions, kid.”
The young man rolled his eyes, but obliged, gesturing to the redhead. “Twin Twist, this is Bluestreak, he joined us a couple of months ago, along with his brothers.”
“Oh? Another whizkid like Bee there, I presume. I mean, your outfit doesn’t just take anyone, y’know?” The man sighed dramatically. “And you get first dibs on the best too. Makes recruiting for the rest of us a real drag, I tell you.”
“So, what does he do?” The man who’d been rubbing his neck asked as he drew closer. Sunstreaker frowned at him, and he raised his hands in surrender. “Just asking.”
“You’re never ‘just asking’, Sandstorm. How many times have the Wreckers tried to poach me and Sideswipe now?”
“Twenty six. I still don’t get why you’re dragging your heels, Sunstreaker. We’re almost as well kitted out as Optimus’s team is.”
“Key word being almost.”
“We also have a lot more leeway than you’re allowed when it comes to carrying out jobs. But hey, you like your cushy spot as government dogs, fine by me. Don’t complain if the leash gets yanked a little tight.”
“That ‘leash’ comes with access to the best tech. I’d say it’s a fair trade.”
“That’s because the military don’t want their soldiers getting effed up by new stuff, particularly since Wheeljack’s mistakes tend to… explode. But field testing with mercenaries is just fine, isn’t it?”
“Oh, we’re not reckless enough to try out anything without putting it through the wringer first. But hey, you like hanging around waiting for scraps, fine by me. Don’t complain about being second best.”
As the pair squabbled, Bluestreak looked at the first man and tugged on his shirt to get his attention. When Twin Twist had turned to look at him, the redhead asked.
“So, they do this often, I take it?”
“Oh yeah. Every time we come over. So, what do you do here?”
“He’s a crack shot.” Sideswipe chimed in, waving off Bluestreak’s protests airily. “Serious, you should see him in the firing range. Kicked my ass six ways to Sunday and other such sayings.”
“Huh, impressive.”
“It’s not, really, I-”
“Smokescreen, I don’t see why you always have to ask me what missions are coming up next. You’ll find out when they brief us anyway.”
Twin Twist watched in interest when Bluestreak cut himself off, bounding over to the two men who’d just entered. They had to be the young redhead’s brothers, they looked too similar to be anyone else. The blond was grinning at the dark haired man’s dry look.
“But between all the helping out you do for Magnus and your analytical shit, you pretty much always know what they’re gonna throw at Optimus before he does. And I like to be prepared. Nothing sucks like having to cancel a date last minute.”
“There’s nothing planned, Smokescreen.” There was an almost aggravated sigh from the man, and Smokescreen smirked at him.
“Well Prowl, if they were planning the kind of slag this outfit gets into, we’d have a bigger problem than just keeping their behinds intact. Not that that isn’t already a full time job and a half, even for the likes of us, mind you. Is it too much to ask for a heads up if we’re going to have to scramble?”
The brunet shook his head, caving. “I have heard nothing of note in the past fourteen hours, and barring anything unusual occurring-”
“You mean we’ve got a free day? That’s great!” The two newcomers focused on Bluestreak now, Smokescreen smiling fondly at the redhead, Prowl with a similar (but more subtle) expression.
“Yeah, if our luck holds.” Sideswipe ruffled an already tousled mop of red hair, and Bluestreak batted at him in an attempt to get away.
“Quit it, or the next time you get me to help you with those ridiculous red streaks of yours, I’m accidentally making them orange.”
Sideswipe reached up to cover his head protectively. “Hey, no messing with the dye job.”
“I’ll make Sunstreaker’s green and blame you.” Bluestreak added, a threatening gleam in his eyes and the other young man flailed in exaggerated surrender.
“Alright, alright! You win. Anyway, it looks like we can go see that new movie today.”
“What, Bee hasn’t ripped it yet?” Smokescreen raised an eyebrow, and both Bee and Sideswipe shrugged.
“There are some movies you just have to watch on a big-ass screen in an actual movie theatre. Besides, Bluestreak’s never been to one.”
“Who else will be going?” Prowl took up the questioning now. The young man glanced over his shoulder at the still bickering pair, then turned back to face the brunet.
“Last count we had Blue’, me, my brother, once he’s done with Sandstorm-”
//I'm going to the movies, the dollar fifty movies. A dollar fifty that ain't a lot. I'm going to the movies, the dollar fifty movies. A dollar fifty's all that I've got.//
Sideswipe laughed, slinging an arm around the thin teenager who’d just provided the musical interlude. “And Bee. Jazz too, which reminds me, someone’s got to tell him. Think you can hunt him down, Bee?”
Bee nodded, and hurried out of the room as Smokescreen chuckled. “Sounds like you guys are gonna have fun.”
“Then it’s a good thing that you will be joining them.” Prowl said, tone exceedingly matter of fact.
“Wait, what?!”
The protests were immediate, and the brunet gazed levelly at Smokescreen. “With the amount of trouble they are capable of getting into, you are going along to keep an eye on them.” Then he turned to Sideswipe and added, manner pleasant and innocuous. “Or perhaps you think I would be a more effective chaperone? I’m sure Smokescreen wouldn’t mind taking these over for me just this once.”
He indicated the stack of files in his arms and they immediately capitulated.
“No, we’re good; welcome aboard, Smokey.”
“I’ve been meaning to get out of the base for a while now anyway.”
“Wow. Wish I could do that. You have no idea what it’s like riding herd on my bunch of headcases.” The Wrecker sounded impressed, and Prowl glanced at him next.
“My sympathies. And you are?”
“Twin Twist. The ogre in the corner swapping insults with Sunstreaker is Sandstorm. We’re with the Wreckers.”
Smokescreen snapped out of his pretend funk to look interested. “Oh, Springer’s group? Isn’t he meeting with Optimus now, Prowl?”
The brunet nodded, and Twin Twist sighed, sounding a little resigned. “Our reputation precedes us. I’m not always certain if that’s a good thing, but hey, free advertising.”
Bluestreak had tilted his head to one side, expression distant, accessing the database for the Wrecker’s files. “Aren’t there more of you though?”
“Springer’s discussing something with Optimus right now. Whirl’s with him, the rest didn’t see the need to tag along. We just came to visit our favourite competitors.” Twin Twist answered, and the redhead nodded, then brightened as an idea occurred to him.
“Why don’t you come with us to the movie? If you’ve got nothing else to do, that is.”
“I’m free, Sandstorm should be too. Let me just check in with Springer and we should be good to go. Hey Prowl, you know if they’re done yet?” He smirked at the dark headed man, getting an exasperated look in return as Smokescreen laughed at his brother and Bluestreak grinned.
“We’re done.” They turned to see Optimus in the doorway, Springer and Whirl right behind him. The tall man looked weary, prompting concerned looks from his subordinates. Sideswipe nudged Bluestreak not so discretely, and the redhead moved over to ask if he was alright. Optimus’s reply that he was fine was automatic and unconvincing, and Bluestreak frowned, resting the back of a hand on the preoccupied man’s forehead (prompting a number of hidden smiles from their audience), causing Optimus to look at him and then jolt as if startled to see the redhead.
“I’m fine, Bluestreak. Thanks.” He tried again, and Bluestreak withdrew his hand, clearly sceptical as he swept an assessing look over the man’s drained expression.
“Look, I don’t see why you can’t lend one to us for a few days!” Whirl still had plenty of fight in him though. Optimus gritted his teeth briefly before replying.
“We’ve been over this. I cannot agree to your request.”
“What, you need to get permission from whoever really owns the damn things before you loan one out? Fine. One day, that’s all we need. If you don’t tell them, they won’t know, right?”
“Drop it, Whirl.” Optimus growled, low and dangerous. The others went still at the man’s uncharacteristic behaviour, but Whirl didn’t seem to notice.
“What? We’ll be careful with it. I don’t see what’s the issue. You’ve got three of CyberCorp’s fancy new tactical A.I.s. The files say one’s for defence, one’s for offence, and one’s an unspecified unit. We could pack that one up and cart it over to our digs, bung in the parameters, get the analysis and have it back in no time at all. Heck, if you’re worried about our data clogging up the ruddy thing, we’ll even wipe it for you first.”
A soft, apprehensive sound drew their attention, and it was then that the Wreckers realised Bluestreak was backing away from them warily. Smokescreen had moved to rest a hand on the redhead’s shoulder, and Prowl was standing between his brothers and the rest of the room. Sunstreaker had dropped his argument with Sandstorm the moment Whirl had run his mouth, and was now flanking the brunet along with his twin, further shielding the other two from view.
“It’s alright, Bluestreak.”
“They’re gonna take me away!”
The redhead pressed against the blond, eyes wide as Smokescreen tried to reassure his brother. “They can’t. I promise.”
Prowl glanced at them, communicating something in that silent look that had them both nodding before he turned back to face the Wreckers, glaring icily at the four.
“Bluestreak’s an A.I.?!” Twin Twist finally blurted out, and Prowl answered, eerily calm even as the other two androids left the area.
“As am I and Smokescreen.” The A.I. directed his next statement to Optimus. “If you’ll excuse me, sir, I need to see to my brother.”
“Of course, Prowl. Go on.” Optimus sighed, and the brunet left, striding briskly away from the room. He then fixed a look on his stunned visitors and spoke.
“Gentlemen. As you can see, I do not have the authority to ‘lend’ these individuals ‘out’. If you ask them and they choose to aid you, then that will be their decision. But I suggest you grovel.”
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Date: 2009-12-04 08:15 pm (UTC)Great story! I absolutely love your human!tf verse.
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Date: 2009-12-06 10:26 am (UTC)Thank you ^_^
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Date: 2009-12-05 12:14 am (UTC)Maybe the Wreckers should avoid the base for the time being...
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Date: 2009-12-06 10:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-05 02:50 am (UTC)That aside, this 'verse is awesome. I mean, normally, human!tfs are just an excuse for mary sues or porn. But you really make it work. Great writing!
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Date: 2009-12-06 10:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-05 03:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-06 10:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-05 08:22 am (UTC)(I do love this verse. Especially since Hunter is a Toaster)
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Date: 2009-12-06 10:32 am (UTC)*beeping noises from inside the base* Hunter says hi and offers toast, btw.
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Date: 2009-12-07 07:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-05 03:15 pm (UTC)Poor Prowl, too.
Wonderful way to start a weekend. :) :)
Whirlwind
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Date: 2009-12-06 10:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-12 09:49 am (UTC)Awesome Ante, awesome.
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Date: 2009-12-13 10:57 am (UTC)oh god I'm an idiot
Date: 2009-12-31 10:13 am (UTC)The story's absolutely perfect, by the way. And you brought in the wreckers! *glee*. Bluestreak is adorable, and, oh, the last line, Optimus gets the most wonderful lines in your fics.
No worries ^_^
Date: 2010-01-03 08:21 am (UTC)Wreckers have been insisting on being included ever since whatever the human!bots are as a group coalesced in headspace. Insistent Wreckers should not be denied. Glad you like :3
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Date: 2010-03-07 12:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-08 01:09 pm (UTC)