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... I had no idea it was possible to get a LJ-community!bunny. Neither did I realise that they'd be just as rabid as the plot/art kind. Ah well. Headspace was getting a little cramped with letters to the bunnies anyway. If nothing else, I now have a place to send them.

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Obviously, I'm pretty green to the whole maintaining a comm. business, so please bear with me as I poke things at random and figure stuff out ^_^;;


And now for the actual TF related content.




“Uh… Hello?”

Starscream turned a glare on the mech sticking his head into the lab where the seeker (still a femme) was poring over Perceptor’s latest schematic. The microscope was still cooped up in his quarters after his last attempt at a cure for the six mechs affected by Megatron’s weapon (and the one mech affected by said last attempt). Skyfire was trying to coax him out, but being still translucent, the shuttle wasn’t making much progress.

“What?” The jet barely kept from sneering, but Fireflight and Air Raid didn’t seem to notice.

“Well, we thought we’d have a go at helping, since Perce’ is out of commission and all.” Air Raid said as he hefted something big and ugly onto the work table.

Starscream hurriedly swept the plans out from under the object the two Aerialbots had brought with them, and was just about to snap at the pair when the sheer hideousness of the… thing… left the seeker speechless.

“So we built you another ray gun thing!” Fireflight added, beaming up at the femme with clear pride. Starscream stared at them, then at their ‘ray gun’.

“How did you even get the parts for this?”

“Radioshack.” Was the reply, and Air Raid called back over his shoulder as he wandered about Perceptor’s lab.

“Also some stuff Wheeljack didn’t need anymore, and some stuff we found here and there.”

The seeker was still eyeing the ‘ray gun’ warily. “Are those rubber bands- Don’t touch that!”

Fireflight pulled back his hands, tucking them obediently behind his back under the ex-Decepticon jet’s stern look. Starscream sighed, pinching her nasal bridge, then pointed at the door.

“Out. Now, if you don’t mind. Leave your project here, at least that way if it explodes, no one will get hurt.”

“It’s not going to explode! We had Swoop overseeing the construction! He’s Ratchet’s apprentice, he knows these things.”

The seeker femme groaned and shoved the two out the door, then stalked back to the table. Looking at the ugly thing now occupying nearly a third of the workspace, the flier turned away with a shudder (seriously, it was uglier than Megatron’s), shuttered her optics and muttered dryly. “Primus. You hate me, don’t you?”

“Optimus Prime sir! Me Swoop don’t think it good idea to go in right now!”

“Swoop, Skyfire asked me to pass these files to Starscream. It won’t take long.”

Starscream onlined her optics in a hurry, dread slowly creeping into her spark. Optimus Prime was making his way towards her, the Dinobot trailing in his wake, looking as if he was trying to decide between keeping up with the Autobot leader and keeping away from the Aerialbots’ monstrosity. The Prime reached the worktable and held out a set of datapads, then smiled when she took them wordlessly.

“Had a bout of ill temper, Starscream? You’ve certainly got Swoop worried.”

“You’re done playing errand mech, so leave.” Starscream growled, glancing over at the blinking lights of the ‘ray gun’, growing more uneasy when the thing started to make beeping noises. Swoop nodded frantically in agreement, latching onto the Prime’s arm and tugging at it futilely.

“Job done! We leave now!”

“What is this?”

The beeping escalated, and with that cold, sickening clarity one has right before making impact with something hard and unforgiving, Starscream knew that Primus hated her. One last, long beep sounded, and the seeker slammed into the Prime just as Swoop yanked with all his strength. There was a blinding flash, and all three of them tumbled to the ground.

= = =

“Ow.”

“Swoop, Starscream, are you alright?”

“Swoop alright. Swoop feel very flat, but Swoop alright.” The Dinobot sounded somewhat muffled, and Optimus replied.

“Oh, right. Sorry, I’ll… Um… Well, Starscream, maybe you should sit up?”

She sat up to cuss out the mech, and stopped short when she caught sight of… herself. Then she looked down at… himself. Red plating. Blue hands. He brushed fingers over his faceplates. A battlemask. The Starscream femme in front of him sighed.

“It appears that we’ve managed to switch bodies.”

Starscream stared at the Prime, now in a seeker frame (her seeker frame), and groaned.

“Frag.”

= = =

Swoop gingerly picked up the ‘ray gun’, now quiescent, then faced both Optimus and Starscream. Crossing his arms, the ex-Decepticon glared at the Dinotbot and demanded.

“Why didn’t you fragging stop them?”

“Me Swoop try. Say 'bad idea', many times. Autobot all same. Stubborn.”

“Got that right.” Starscream grumbled, shooting the Prime a poisonous stare, but the Autobot leader was unfazed, being busy examining the details of her borrowed frame. Starscream glowered some more, and Swoop quietly offered.

“Me Swoop can fix this. Just need to recharge power. Go Wheeljack’s lab. Not take long. Probably. Then use again to make Optimus Prime Prime and Star Seeker Seeker.”

Starscream nodded, and the Dinobot left. Turning to the fascinated Prime beside him, he muttered. “Dammit Prime! I told you to leave! Why doesn’t anyone listen to me?! Now I’m stuck in a slagging groundpounder's frame!”

The seeker flicked her wings experimentally, then shrugged at him.

“Maybe if you were nicer about asking? Well, if you’ll excuse me, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try, and now that I’m temporarily in your frame, I might as well take advantage of circumstances.”

“Prime! Get back here! You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what you plan on doing to my body!”

= = =

Stopping in the corridor leading to Perceptor’s lab, Jazz blinked, rebooted her audios, then stared as a mech that looked like their commanding officer (and sounded like Starscream) stormed after a seeker. The Porsche nudged the tactician beside her, and Prowl sighed.

“Body swap. Optimus has already informed me of the details.”

“Oh.”

“The Prime’s just going for a flight, Jazz.”

“Oh, thank Primus.”

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Date: 2010-01-22 04:49 pm (UTC)
ext_431389: (Default)
From: [identity profile] zatnik.livejournal.com
Hahaaa! These little shorts are hilarious.

"Prime!! Get back here! I'm not insured!...
on the other hand... I guess I am the Leader, now..."

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Date: 2010-01-23 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ante-luce.livejournal.com
It's time for shenanigans >:3

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Date: 2010-01-22 05:34 pm (UTC)
eerian_sadow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
*ded of laughing* oh, too funny.

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Date: 2010-01-23 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ante-luce.livejournal.com
*uses revive* ^_^ Hah, I'm prepared this time!

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Date: 2010-01-22 06:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kaitekat.livejournal.com
"The Prime's just going for a flight, Jazz." Oh, Jazz. What did you think he was doing? XD

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Date: 2010-01-22 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dvana.livejournal.com
Exactly what jazz would do, given similar circumstances? Lovely chapter.

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Date: 2010-01-23 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ante-luce.livejournal.com
Well, he'd have done what Optimus did, i.e. imply one thing and then go do something more innocent. Much more innocent ;P

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Date: 2010-01-23 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ante-luce.livejournal.com
Jazz: Didn't you hear Starscream screeching at the Prime? 0_0 Mental images... Donotwantkthx DX

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Date: 2010-01-23 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] playswithworms.livejournal.com
The seeker was still eyeing the ‘ray gun’ warily. “Are those rubber bands

*falls over laughing hysterically*

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Date: 2010-01-23 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ante-luce.livejournal.com
One works with what one has *nodnod* :3

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Date: 2010-01-23 05:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bookscrazygirl.livejournal.com
...I find it disturbing that the Aerialbots managed to build a body swap machine while just messing around...

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Date: 2010-01-23 09:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ante-luce.livejournal.com
That what happens when you mix and match schematics from Perceptor, Wheeljack and the internet.

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Date: 2010-01-24 05:58 am (UTC)
ext_190998: (mischief)
From: [identity profile] bookworm-faith.livejournal.com
*stares. just. kinda boggles at the Arielbots* a BODY SWAP ray??? Well, in this particular 'verse there's no doubt about the fact that Wheeljack had a hand in their construction &/or programming!

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Date: 2010-01-24 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ante-luce.livejournal.com
Wheeljack is very proud right now *nodnod*

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Date: 2010-01-24 11:57 am (UTC)
ext_190998: (mischief)
From: [identity profile] bookworm-faith.livejournal.com
lol and Ratchet is rather horrified, I imagine? XD

Ratchet: "WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING THEM?!?!"

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Date: 2010-01-24 03:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ante-luce.livejournal.com
That he is ^_^

Wheeljack: Nothing! They figured it out all on their own! *beams like only a besotted parent can*

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Date: 2010-01-25 08:32 am (UTC)
ext_190998: (mischief)
From: [identity profile] bookworm-faith.livejournal.com
*snerk*

Ratchet: *nearly apopoleptic with rage* *makes strangling motions* AND THEY GOT THE PARTS FROM WHERE?

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Date: 2010-01-25 10:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ante-luce.livejournal.com
*smirk*

Wheeljack: *blissfully oblivious* Air Raid said Radioshack. I'm considering getting some of my more common components from that place. Oh, and Fireflight's collection of shiny things. *about to poke 'ray gun'* Hmmm. I should have known that that was where my supply of rubber bands disappeared to.

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Date: 2010-01-24 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tainry.livejournal.com
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
::falls over::
<3

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Date: 2010-01-24 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ante-luce.livejournal.com
:P *props up again*

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Date: 2010-03-06 09:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sanjuno.livejournal.com
... oh dear. XD

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Date: 2010-03-08 01:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ante-luce.livejournal.com
Yup. *wanders off to fallout shelter*

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